Wolf Barrel 5.56

Fountain Square at 2pm.

A corner of the cafe terrace with a paragraph of lunch rush and a neglected number of people.

Me and Mr. Lucca sat at one of the tables with a white parasol.

And...

"Ah-ha-ha!

……

I stared with my glossy eyes at Lucca's laughter as she trampled and vandalized on her earthly feet on a mild afternoon.

Negative 500,000 luv.

This is my reward for my first assignment. Why did you work so hard to be negative?

Simply put, I've done too much.

The task of taking the subjects was properly accomplished.

I didn't even make a preemptive attack.

Scenarios were set according to the rules of self-defense.

But the Alliance was judged to be 'overdefensive'.

When I heard about the "damage" of the official in charge of the treatment, well, I was wondering if I'd done too much.

The big man who has advanced is a crushed fracture of the ribs, sternum, clavicle, and brachial bone. And 'contents' seems to have done the same. I didn't ask that. Because I'm scared.

More than half of the people housed in the carriage suffered non-minor injuries: fractures and muscle fractures.

I helped with the first aid, too.

But during that treatment, I was like, "Does it hurt? Are you all right, sir? I'll kill you if I tell you anything else, won't I?" I shouldn't have even subtly threatened to go around.

They are crooked but aristocratic children.

Parents don't say it strongly to the guild because of the day-to-day deeds of their children and even more injuries caused by formal assignments, but they still pinch their mouths depending on the degree of injury.

That's how far I've gone.

As a punishment, I was ordered to forfeit remuneration and pay part of their medical expenses. [M]

The result is a negative 500,000 luv.

The 300,000 savings I made after working hard and hunting rock boars is also pa.

Exactly never even confiscated funds for activities, but still never too much in hand.

Besides, the psychological shock was so great.

Fine - that means there will be 200,000 more roubles left in the guild's debt.

"Debt".

The word gave a heedless weight to the chest.

Ha.

I sighed like lead.

So, knowing all about it, Lucca told me, with a full smile, that she would treat me to lunch.

"Fine for your first assignment, what have you been doing back and forth for four hours, Pussy?"

And now, this is how I'm making a mess by myself.

Two female elves in OL-style uniforms, who were next door, frown and moved the table.

Excuse me. My stupid dog barked at me.

"Mostly you didn't accompany me, so what's with that, Bucka?"

If I took you, the crime scene would be a butcher factory. What do you think you bothered to stand for?... Well, thanks to my brawl, it just doesn't make any sense to set up a surrogate. Stella's gonna be so mad at me.

The reality is, the curtain doesn't close for me as cool as the movie.

"... ha"

This lunch, by the way, seems to be a dinner party to celebrate my first mission.

You want to celebrate? You don't have to.

Mr. Lucca rejoices in my misfortune and grieves for my happiness.

In the first place, my first voice to me, which is still fading today, was "Lady Woe Pussy Sue". Not really. Can't you be the least bit concerned about being a person or something, this kid?

"Ah-ha-ha, oh, I'm hungry, I'm bumping back"

……

I guess I can't, I'm sure.

With contempt, I saw Mr. Lucca grinning holding onto my stomach. Avara, take it off.

I hate Lucca, but strangely, we eat dinner together quite often.

I don't care why you ask. Somehow.

It's probably a split, but occasionally I get luxury like this.

That's when you decided to celebrate my misfortune, but hey!

But now that I can't afford the money, I honestly appreciate being able to eat rice for free.

With that in mind, I can also tolerate being laughed at with 100% scorn ingredients in this way. Besides, I often order things that taste better than hers, so I can forgive them.

But today it was different on its own.

"Wait."

When Mr. Lucca stopped grinning perfectly, he stuck a delicate finger at me that he didn't think was the swordsman, anticipating when to order.

"You know, I only order expensive ones when I'm luxurious."

Giggled.

"Oh, was I doing that?

"It's not a big deal, Fine King."

"............... Um, could you stop deciding your mind comically or something?

"Why not?

"Why..."

What, you don't know until you explain that!?

"Anyway, hide and stop ordering, right? Mind you, how benevolent I am, because there are limits."

"There was no mercy? ♪ You just stepped on people's minds?

"Not before," he says. "If it wasn't, who would eat with a shoboi like you?"

"It's just that Mr. Lucca doesn't have any friends."

"I just said something!!!!!"

"Oh, no......... sorry......"

"Don't apologize to me like I'm sorry! I have about a friend!

"Is it a plant?

"It's human!

"Is that human being a bipedal?

"Yes!

"I don't think so. Two hands?

"Yes!!

"I'll check again, is that really a substitute you can call human?

"That's what you're wearing!

Hit the table dang.

"Ah, already! Anyway, I'll take the order, so you're not gonna do anything, okay!

……

Grunt.

I tried to provoke him and roll him into smoke, but he failed.

I've just been hit first.

Lucca, who thought he was an idiot who wouldn't think about it later, also seemed to have a crowded learning function. Surprise.

But if I leave it to Mr. Lucca to be honest, he'll order something terrible. The first would definitely be 'I wouldn't order the same thing as myself'.

Must be eight plates of soup or something. Once in the past.

What am I gonna do?

(No, it's weird. If I order it, I'll cut myself.)

I thought so with a sigh, arrow tip, I flashed something.

Lie down and bend the corner of your mouth with a ni so you can't see.

Do you want to try it under no control?

I turned off my evil grin and turned a refreshing smile toward Lucca, who was about to call the waiter. That's enough of a glitch to be on Etiquette Gum's CM already. And squealed in the guise of a casual wind.

"And Mr. Lucca, isn't she beautiful?"

I said it and regretted it.

I wish I could have come up with a maneuver, but the expression was a little too stale.

Are you nuts? I mean, it's not as natural that I'm beautiful as the sun rises. Don't try to compliment my beauty with those cheap words, right? Mostly wild dogs. How early a million years to get me in the mood with a poor vocabulary, Varca)

I hear an illusion that

That's strange, I get frustrated even though it's an illusion.

But in reality, I didn't say anything.

Is that it?

wondering about its silence, and if you look closely at Mr. Lucca,

……

The glossy lips remained solidified, shaped like buds.

I won't let it be slight as if the French doll were embellished on a shelf.

And its ceramic smooth cheeks were faintly stained with cherry blossoms.

After a few seconds, Mr. Lucca finally restarted from Freeze,

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"

Interestingly disturbing.

I was surprised at the reaction.

What, no way!?

Is this man unfamiliar with praise? And as unusual as that?

Oh I see. I guess that ferocious personality has become a vendetta and I've had very little experience with men before. Assuming you're dropping by, I'm guessing Mr. Lucca the mad dog was bun-beating him the minute he entered the territory.

It's a waste, I think.

It's been quite a while since I've lived in town and I've seen so many beauties that I don't even see on TV, but I still don't have enough beauties beyond Mr. Lucca.

I sincerely regret that Mr Lucca was not Mr Lucca.

Even if a poet who is good at honoring beauty sees her at first glance, he is so level that he persists in saying, "It's quicker to see than to listen to me."

That's how beautiful she is.

Ma, I don't care.

When I found Mr. Lucca's breakthrough, I summoned all the brain cells and raved out words to compliment the woman.

- Five minutes later.

Maybe I've done too much again.

Before me, Mr. Lucca was able to tide his face like a boiled octopus.

Mr. Lucca is silent and stares at the glass cup with the droplets floating. It's like a maiden to be ashamed of.

In front of the paranormal, I regretted my farewell.

Scary.

It's like when a dog suddenly makes a strange noise, it feels like it bothers my heart.

The mess is disgusting. What is this?

Animal hospital? Is this an animal hospital, after all?

The same thing happened with Totori, but I'm apparently losing my brakes a little bit. Toothpicks to contain yourself don't do the job.

I was wondering what to do with Mr. Lucca in front of me, who is going crazy... well I switched my head in an instant to leave him alone and I put the order through.

Mr. Lucca, who was stealing a glimpse of the situation, opened his eyes haphazardly the next moment to see if he had noticed anything.

Oh, I think I found out.

"Um... it's going to be a treat today..."

With that word of mine that I uttered terrifying, I guess I got a point for everything.

The boiled octopus grew young in an instant and attacked me.