"Sirona, there's a lot of alcohol. Which alcohol do you drink?
"Now, Mother-in-law, would you like white wine or country-style cloudy wine?"
Does the alcohol have to be white too?
"See, Sirona, when you greet the spirits, too. 'Cause I'd rather have one than no connections."
"Yes. There are limits to what an adventurer can do alone, so I know. But..."
Sighed Sirona out again.
"Though many seem to have already fallen"
I saw the end of Sirona's gaze.
Mr. Cuarina, who was drinking with fierce momentum, sank.
Inuñanque, who had been drinking silently by himself, also sank.
Miss Jantie was drunk looking good, too, and she said things she wasn't sure about.
Spirit industry, the pace of drinking is terrible!
"Again, this is what spirits are all about. It seems so much more solid to live as an adventurer than to live as a spirit."
"Sirona! Because it's a World Spirit Conference and it's a little more decent! Today is a missed candidate... or an extreme example..."
As it is, calling Sirona is counterproductive.
"Well, fine. You just have to talk to your sisters."
Sirona didn't originally expect it, she didn't make it particularly problematic. Most of the time, the facial expressions are cold by default, so I don't know the details.
"Sisters, it's a beautiful moon because of it, and why don't you make it in a poem of the moon?
"Wow! Funny!
"Life isn't just about being drunk. Life without poetry has no hua - these are the words of the Omiyaquez philosopher"
He suddenly begins to do something with a high level of culture.
"Okay, from the eagle. - The white wolf looks at the moon and growls"
It's a white wolf, too. Is this something that chants poetry one line at a time?
"Wow, wow," Farfa said. What, is that what you want?
"Only the moon, which is just a friend (both), heals loneliness," Sharsha said. Yeah, I have to say those cool words...
Sirona looked at me for a moment.
"Mother-in-law, would you like to join us?
"Oh, I'm happy! But... I don't know what to say..."
"I would like a well-groomed poem with a sense of upbringing and artistry that my daughter can respect"
You've been insensitive. It is also possible that I have admitted to participate in the earthquake.
"Uh, uh..."
Even if they say poetry about the moon...... Mobilize memories of previous life......
"Rabbits live on the back of the moon... they make special bread that can be used to make rice... how about that?
Sirona looked decent. Bread made with rice is a cake.
"What is it, it... Why do rabbits come out......? Common sense breaking but also strange and convincing...... One of the techniques of poetry is to say unexpected words…"
Whoa, that's appreciated!
"That's the second circumference. - He who eats the white bread of the month, gets a permanent life."
I've made it white again, but the cake is white, so you're right.
"If you live a lot, you can make a lot of friends!" and falfa. They're already going in an artistic style like the lyrics to songs they learn in these little freshmen.
"Sharsha's turn. But his friends eventually became white bones, and regret that only the moon was not made friends."
Sharsha, it's rather dark...
"Yes, I'm your second stepmother. Say something in three seconds."
Sirona, obviously only tough on me!
"Uh... moon stuff, moon stuff..."
Again, let's use memories from previous lives. That's the only drawer I have.
"Princess of the Moon, sinner, banished into the world, and finally queen of beauty. Queen, a thousand years to have an infinite life and a welcome from the moon, unite the world...... I wonder...?
Now I altered Kaguya princess. Maybe it's over the prescribed amount.
"So, mother-in-law, where does that setting come from? Are you bringing up some kind of myth? It's crazy from earlier!
Sirona overreacted again!
"Uhm... it's not established as a poem because it's too long, but I appreciate where you have your own worldview... If you put this worldview into the framework of poetry without letting it lose weight and decay, you can't say that none of us have the possibility to make a name for ourselves as poets...... I can't say it's a good one, but it's a weird one..."
It came like a comment on a rookie award entry.
"I decide to think you're being praised. Yeah, I will!
"Mom, you're a talent builder!
"As if to mark the dawn of a new era. The new wind will always be a yes or no."
My two daughters appreciate me as usual, and I don't feel bad about it.
The game of making poetry ended there, and after that it became a public discourse.
Farfa and Sharsha in particular had asked Sirona all sorts of questions, and besides, Sirona was politely answering them with a hard expression, like the person who came to interview her.
"You're becoming very famous as an adventurer! Awesome!
"My nose is high even as a sister. Have a sister like this as a sister."
I also feel like Sharsha just wants to say she's my sister. You can really act like a sister, only in front of Sirona.
"No, your sisters won't get their heads up. I hope I will continue to encourage you to keep the name of the Spirit of Slime unclean."
Spirit of Slime, though his name isn't known in the first place.
Sirona's words are all hard, but her expression was loosening up a little bit.
I'm glad I asked you out forcefully. As often as Belzebub, you can come and see Farfa and Sharsha. Oh, about half as good as Belzebub......
"Nice moon."
I was staring at my daughters, and Yuhu's mom called me out. I guess your mother knows how it feels, Yuhu, too.
"It's also nice to say that my daughters are getting along under the moon. It's not like a highland house."