Wolf Barrel 5.56

By the time I left Saito-san's shop again, it was evening.

I used so much time.

Hey, seriously, I went to the cafe terrace where Mr. Lucca was.

I'm not here. I don't think I'll be here forever.

Rethink, I'll look elsewhere.

I looked all over for adventurer guilds, fountain squares, dewstores, etc. depending on allowances anyway.

But I can't find it.

Breathing is disturbed by a rush, slowing the legs you carry.

"Careful, you idiot!

"Excuse me!"

I crossed the road without taking a good look at the left and right, and was about to bump into the carriage.

Keep your head down and run out again.

Saito's phrase, "I don't have time for this anymore," turns my head.

Not tomorrow.

But where do I look?

I don't even know where Mr. Lucca is staying.

I don't even know what I usually do.

I don't even know why she came here and why she has a sword.

All I know is personality, name and face. How dare we spend so much time together that we can say we know each other.

Let's hear a lot about it when we make up.

Running around town despite my shirt getting sweaty, I finally found Mr. Lucca. That was the first restaurant that Mr. Lucca led me to.

I was still preparing to open the store, but Mr. Lucca was on the table in the window seat, regardless.

Breathe in, then go inside the store.

To its back, as it approaches step by step, the more heartache it it jumps.

Not because I ran. Because I want to run away now.

Eventually she stood next to Mr. Lucca, but she ignored me with her cheekstick on.

I'm aware of it. But you don't respond.

It was the first time at this time that I realized that that was a very painful thing.

I never missed her normal curse more than at this moment.

I made up my mind and bowed my head.

"... what an imitation."

The sound of a frozen blade descends on my muzzle. A voice as if it were someone else.

It was as if all previous friendships with her had gone blank and returned to others in red, a voice that made them so illusory.

I'm tempered here.

When I took the package out of my pocket before I said anything, I put it on the table.

And I snapped my umbilical cord.

Oh, shit, I took the wrong steps.

I was supposed to give it to you cool after I apologized.

"... what the heck. What do you mean? You just did. Lose it because you're blind."

More thorns in the descending voice.

I can't afford more and more.

What an empty margin it was at the time of its neglect in the first place.

Yeah, I can't help but think about it already. Enough, it doesn't matter!

I whispered what I thought I would do. [M]

"Sorry about earlier!

A lot of words came to mind, but it was one of those words that came out of my mouth.

And more than that, I couldn't connect words.

I can hear the footsteps of the shopkeeper mopping.

I can't see what Mr. Lucca looks like right now because I'm scared.

I want to escape. But I can't escape.

Meditate your eyes all the time.

I felt the silence of lead with my head down. [M]

Eventually, such a fine voice returned, stroking my hair softly.

"... well... me too... that... I'm sorry I laughed. Ah, I didn't like that you were depressed."

What!? Could that be.

Transfer your gaze from the floor of the flooring to Mr. Lucca's face.

And it solidified again.

The side of Mr. Lucca, who was facing him, was soaked by the atmosphere of his mother, who was apologized for earlier.

"... will you forgive me?

"I was merciful, wasn't I? Are you a jerk?

It's the usual Mr. Lucca.

Oh, shit. That's annoying. My cheeks are about to loosen.

"So, when are you going to explain this to me?

Pinch the small wrap with a long nail.

"If you open the bag, you'll see."

"What, at the civilian level, is this a tribute to me?

"... Yes"

Can't you call it a gift?

"Hoon. A tribute. I don't care what you're wearing."

Just open it. I thought it was him, but his face finally burned.

"What that face creeps me out. More or less -"

Mr Lucca, who saw the contents of the bag, stopped the words there.

Keep your eyes peeled and a few seconds of time will flow.

"Did you like it?

……

The silent Mr. Lucca took it out. It was a rose goldsmith.

Moreover, the petals are thin and made to look like ice crystals.

I struggled so hard.

Saito helped me create handmade accessories.

The design is mine. Designed and produced by Saito.

First the thin petals were made of lustrous black ore. This is her armor.

The petals are adorned with red crystals with wave-like patterns. This is a skirt.

Finally, in the center, a crystalline sphere that emits transparency. This, well.

The size is about the key holder, but the material cost was high, which was a considerable expense. I mean, it's pretty much all property. Still, you must have served me a lot. I didn't get paid. Thank you, Saito, from what to what.

The fact that I made this left me with no sentence.

Nojuku is confirmed today, but no.

It was well worth it. 'Cause that Lucca said to me, "... oh, thank you" in a mosquito-like voice.

Mr. Lucca coughed up with Gehun Gehun several times before

"So how long are you standing there? Sit down. I'm embarrassed."

"Is that okay?

"Fine. All right, you're persistent. I think I lost it anyway."

"Yeah, well"

"I'll give you the luxury here, so you can honestly shake your tail and say," Thank you, Lucca. One. "

"Sort of. Gothic."

"What kind of cluttered way to put it!

"hahaha"

I laughed and sat in the front.

It's my usual position.

I leaked a ho relief breath in my heart as I watched Mr. Lucca open the menu with a bump to say, glad we could make up.

I wonder why. From the moment I lowered my head, I felt like the gear that was twitching without meshing moved smoothly like an oil.

This is how my father did it. And Saito-san wanted to do this.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Oh, well, 'I'll leave it to Mr. Lucca'"

".................. hoon, ah so"

"What's up?

"Nothing. Then 'just like me' would be nice."

".................. yes"

"What. What are you complaining about?

"No, so please"

Mr. Lucca passes the order as he turns a strange gaze at me eating in response. I put my mouth on the lemon water at the table and hid my agitation.

I want you to stop hitting me like that by accident.

Mr. Lucca, who finished his order, looked over at me, and he was giggled.

"Why are you drinking my water on your own?"

"Wouldn't it be as good as water? It's free anyway. Here."

"That's not what I'm saying!

Then what are you talking about?

"Oh, that's"

"What's that?

"... Ugh..."

"Pelicans?"

"And die anyway!

"Ha ha!? You're too emotionally unstable."

"Ugh, you're dead!

"You die!

"Barca!"

"Boos!"

"What the hell!

"What is it!

We stick our noses together, strip our fangs and curse. [M]

I knew I didn't get it. No, this guy.

The order went through, but he's not ready to go down in front of the store yet, and it's going to take a lot of time. In the meantime, I heard a lot about Mr. Lucca.

Well, suddenly it's not root digging leaf digging, but where do you live, to an extent?

That's how I interacted a couple of times and said what I thought.

"Nevertheless, it was a real surprise"

"What is it?"

"You weren't accustomed to being praised by the looks of Mr. Lucca."

"What are you talking about? Are you kidding me? Is this me?

Huh?

I couldn't comprehend it in an aggressive way, and it was neat.

"A bunch of assholes have told me so far. I'm so tired of talking about flattery and beauty. I thought I'd open my crotch just because I complimented you."

"What?"

"Ah?"

"Whoa! That's an odd encounter, Mr. Ogami."

As we looked at each other strangely, Koko and Saito called out.

I felt like I said something really catchy right now, but I turned my face towards Saito-san.

"Is Saito-san eating here too?

"Sort of. Because when I say it's cheap and delicious in this town, it's here. Ogami, having you across the street means you're Lucca, right? No, I'm surprised you're such a beauty."

"... the glasses monkey there. What are you talking about? If you don't disappear in five seconds, your glasses will never come off again..."

"Hey, what are you saying to someone I know, Lucca!!

"Don't you say Lucca too!!

"Haha, as I heard, you're a tight-talking kid. But I'm glad we made up."

"Become!?

The moment I heard Saito's words, Lucca hung his giggly eyebrows and scowled at me. What is it, Lucca?

"A, you didn't think you were talking to these glasses monkeys about me?

"... uh, shouldn't I have?

"Huh!!

Mr. Lucca left the store silently when he took a seat with his face turned bright red for some reason.

Erm.

"Is this my fault after all? Are you apologizing again?

"Come on, I don't know."

Mr. Saito just laughed at the couscous.