Wolf Barrel 5.56

The town of Salla, the eastern administrative district.

There is a place to eat properly here as well as in the commercial district.

A single street stuck in a tall building. Along the road the restaurant leads houses, with awnings of various designs (sunset tents) stretching their arms towards the road. In a parking space just around the corner, there was a line of stalls with modified carriages.

Commonly known as Restaurant Avenue.

There were various routines going on there.

A young man in a suit walks by with a ton of lunches to see if he's been asked to buy it out. A woman with horns like sheep is smiling like a day and breastfeeding her stroller child. Men in armor have some sort of meeting surrounding the table.

A young waitress with a cat's tail is turning right and left in the crowd with "Customer 63 - Where" tears. It's coming!? Ah.

If you look at one of the stalls, a huge fish you've never even seen is burned in a fox color, hung upside down, and you snuff it off with a knife as long as a Brazilian sherasco, sandwiched in bread and sold with sauce. In front of the store is a row of long snakes. Seems fashionable.

This fantasy and the smell of life boiled down atmosphere, I can't wait.

I never got tired of looking at it as much as I could.

"Oh, my God, I'm not gonna look at you."

"Oh, sorry"

Stella sitting face to face poked me in the cheek with her finger, and I rushed back to my notebook.

After that.

Back in town on the super express, I met Stella on this cafe terrace.

Time is running out and safe. Bonanza super excellent.

Stella, who was on the table earlier, notices me and gets up. That, in front of the sight as if it had cut a scene from the movie, my chest pounded unexpectedly.

All the men in the cafe, disguised as the wind that eats, steal a glimpse of her. And he noticed my presence, and he turned his jealous gaze at me all the time. Ihihi, I envy you. I waved at Stella while I felt a strong sense of superiority.

Mr. Stella was beautiful today.

An atmospheric hairstyle such as an adult woman with brown hair on one ear.

From the knee-length skirt, the footwear wrapped in black stockings stretches smoothly and the elegant high heel wraps around the tip. Under a thin cardigan woven with feathers, a pure white sleeveless shirt. The pattern of the plants on the collar is very stylish. Is this personal clothing? I've only seen the Alliance uniform so far, so it was very fresh.

And most importantly, you're attracting my heart.

"Singo, over here, over here"

Every time I invite you, 'Waki Valley' takes a slight peek through the gaps in the cardigan. That's oddly vivid...... smooth... and I get all twisted up. Oh, please. I hope Stella doesn't notice that I'm looking at that place with a nasty eye. But I just wanted to see a little more. I asked God to put me on the table.

Sometimes like this, but I'm promising Mr. Stella lunch. It's not just about eating, it's about being taught a lot after eating.

That day I first met Mr. Claudia.

In fact, after that, Stella explained that she would support her future activities. Of course, Mr. Stella knows that I am an Earthling. Well, that's why I'm only getting a long lunch break the week after, and they're watching me study.

The first step is to master the letters.

The letters themselves are similar to alphabets, so they are easy to remember.

I have...

"Oh, here, you're wrong."

"Eh, ah, uh"

It was hard, after all, to remember words from scratch that were completely unfamiliar.

If you're struggling with your eyebrow roots,

"This isn't" r, "it's" r. This makes the opposite sense. "

"Oh, well."

I get a help boat, and I loosen the thread that was tangled in my head.

While rewriting, I said what I noticed there.

"But so did 'fire' and 'water' and 'moon' and 'sun'."

"Oh" Stella gives a gentle look. "You remember me well."

"Yes, because you taught me this."

"But you're reviewing it properly, it's great."

"Yes, no... the..."

"Woof."

I'm oddly shy that I got compliments, and I cheek in the blindfold.

When she looked at me like that, Ms. Stella narrowed her eyes.

"Holla, for example, here and maybe"

Stella sitting across the street embarks on herself, her long fingers dancing over her notebook.

The gushing distance reduces the scent of light perfume. The feminine, sweet fragrance softly stroked my cheeks on a breeze and inadvertently lulled me. Even though I have to concentrate on my studies, I still have a heart for the beauty that's right there.

Emerald cool eyes.

Skin is so fine that it looks like your blood vessels are going to become clear.

Long ears stretching out of Sarah's hair. A subtle, elegant piercing plays a sound that reminds me of a fresh stream whenever the angle of my face changes. Her voice, emitted right beside her, gave her comfort as if stroking my ear.

If I distract myself, I'm going to relax and fall out of my chair.

Have some delicious pasta.

The puffy daytime sunshine makes me feel good.

Stella's right next door.

Oh.

I'm happiest right now. [M]

Running a pen on my notebook, I felt a neurotransmitter called seratonin, which is responsible for my well-being, released in my brain like a broken sprinkler.

Pinch a break and enjoy a casual conversation with Stella.

What comes up on the subject is that Stella scorched bacon, or a little bit of Bonanza trick. It's really nothing. But I couldn't stop smiling at our table.

That was when I felt comfortable and now I was about to resume my studies.

A noisy pair of people sat at a table just around the corner.

Probably not as old as I am.

Quite a trained body, your armor. Swords on the hips. Mercenaries or adventurers.

I didn't even care much if that was all.

"So, Hick, this is what the woman said when he was desperately waving from behind."

"What?

He said, "Fingers are good. It's time to insert them."

"Gahahahaha!"

They're pretty drunk, and they keep making noise at this rate.

Words coming out of his mouth had no character pieces and were powerful enough to smash this stylish cafe terrace atmosphere.

An annoying gaze is pointed from the surroundings. But I didn't mean to do that, and I'm shouting like a stupid college student making a scene in a burger shop.

The sweet, hobby air that was sure to have been there until just now is foggy all at once.

Bikili, and a blood vessel ran on his right hand.

"... ha"

Quietly close the notebook.

I hate these guys. [M]

It was the same when Totori, but I don't like a race that doesn't care about other people's annoyances and thinks that if only I was good, that would be fine. You're ruining my blissful time. I think you can do as much violence as you want with him like this. - Oh, no, that was frivolous. I just failed before this.

Once I took a deep breath, I changed my mind.

Indeed they are noisy.

But it's not like I'm going to be so blind.

If you don't like it, I'll just change places. [M]

……

Meanwhile, Mr. Stella said, he didn't make it as faint as a statue from earlier on, but stared at the two with an emotionally invisible eye. Drink your breath. Wow, I'm so angry. I saw a hallucination like the air around her starting to freeze with pimples and noises.

I think it sucks, and I rush to suggest a change of place. But...

"Um, stellarity."

"Oi! Come and get your order! How long are you gonna keep me waiting!

A man who mistook this place for a tavern or something called out loud, and my voice was scratched off.

"Are you complaining?"

One of them noticed his gaze and gave him a good glance. The people around them sassy off their gaze and bow their faces. When he saw it, the man swelled his nose and laughed.

Leaving the store so that some people can escape.

Gradually the heavy air began to fill the entire cafe.

It was then.

"You guys there"

Soon Mr. Stella was up.

The moment I saw the side of it, I was struck by a chill like I was slammed into a water bath.

Because you looked the same then.

"What the heck, Hick............ ok!?

The moment that eye captured Mr. Stella, he made his face tense, as even the current bathed him.

The men blink their blushing faces that were reddish with alcohol in an instant, showing signal-like reactions.

Stand up.

With just one word, the men, who were as transgressive as they had just been, stood up with the same momentum that even springs had grown on their asses. I get hit by that atmosphere and get up to someone completely irrelevant.

I can't help it either.

This is what happened to Stella, she's really, really afraid.

I almost got my hips up reflexively, too.

A razor-sharp voice emanates from the thinly lip-gloss coated lips.

"Adventurer registration number 2-4766, Brat Ustinov. Likewise, 2-8915, Marc Rotochenko. Different names, right?

"Yes, sir."

Upright immobile, screaming diagonally upwards.

It was like a response from a recruit in front of a Hartman ghost sergeant.

"Looks like you guys need to make sure you understand the 'meaning' of the number assigned to you..."

Stella's eyes have absolute zero degrees of awesomeness.

And.

Here we go.

"From the moment you sign up for the Alliance, every single one of your actions is seen by the public as the actions of an adventurer - Brato Uschinov"

"Ha, ha!

The man called by name stretches his spine to the limit as if his hair had been suspended by a crane.

"Can you say that your behavior just now was worthy of being an adventurer?

"Oh, that, that"

"Answer clearly."

"Hih!?

The ice-cold voice doth pierce the mouthwatering man's chest.

"What do you think?

"Heh, it was inappropriate!

"Exactly. It is these unsolicited actions of yours that will discredit all adventurers, and the Alliance, who have nothing to do with it. And once you lose your credibility, you can't take it back - Marc Rotochenko."

"Ha!"

"Were you aware of that?

"I'm sorry!

……

"... uh"

……

"Um, Master Williams?

In silent reaction, a man can wolf.

Ms. Stella opened her mouth again, which was closed.

"I'm asking... if I'm conscious or not..."

"Oh, no, it wasn't."

The man shook his whole body up before the kind of force that pushed him from the deep sea.

Ms. Stella sighed loudly, and continued her words.

"We should be doing this story again and again at the time of registration and at the fold of the renewal. No, even if you don't listen to this kind of talk, if you have a normal morality, you should be able to make your own decisions such as' what to do good or bad '. Can't you tell that if someone doesn't tell you?

…… ……

"The Alliance is constantly checking your bare lines. Citizens' complaints are well documented in the individual's written statement and, after independently conducting an investigation here, will be subject to reduced assessment and penalties if necessary. If it's too malicious, at the discretion of the Alliance Commander, it means" removal. "

"Eh!" "Oh, no!?

Two people who eat bubbles at the word removal.

Stella glanced at the reaction.

The two closed their mouths like they had been punched in the jaw from the bottom.

"It's a natural procedure. Those who lack social morality do not deserve to be named adventurers. It can be said that it is almost impossible to be re-registered once the removal has been decided. It's so important for adventurers to lose their credibility."

"Don't forget how important your daily behavior is to your liver!!

An oversized thunder shook over the heads of two people.

…… ……

The two couldn't even reply, just leaned over and stood up.

That look on his back teeth was nothing short of what was embarrassing him.

The tranquillity that struck the water wraps the cafe.

"But"

Once again, Mr. Stella mumbles the words.

"I'm not saying don't drink anything, don't make a scene. It is much better to have fun drinking with your peers in order to exude daily stress. That becomes rapport, and rapprochement fosters teamwork. And it will also be a vitality to tomorrow. It's wonderful."

It's as if the snow melts and spring comes.

Until then, the ambient air, which was full of liquid nitrogen, gradually softens.

"But not in liquors and such, but in these public places, and drunken and noisy during the day, is nothing more than a nuisance to people. Your actions this time, if not so much as removal, will certainly be negative for the assessment. If these things overlap in the future, even if you have the strength, it may become more difficult for you to get to the task. That shouldn't be the future you want. So..."

From Mr. Stella's side, the sharpness falls out.

This is how I ended up with the look on my face when I sat on my usual counter.

"Whether you think about time and place and deserve it as an adventurer. That is. Do you understand?

There was no earlier atmosphere of impatience.

And the two men said,

"... Dear Williams," "... thank you"

He was kneeling and fingering, as if he were a Christian in front of a Marian statue. And that face was wet with tears.

After that, the two people, fully reflecting, went around apologizing to all the tables, thanking Stella many times, at least to apologize and accounting for everyone before leaving.

I kind of felt like I saw a little human drama.

Mr. Stella is amazing after all.

Tough and very emotional.

No one else can be so intimately angry with you. And the thought would have been properly conveyed to those two as well.

I looked at her side with respect. [M]

I can't believe I know such an amazing person.

I'm happy after all. [M]

afterwards.

Stella, who acted as a comfort knife mess... was depressed for some reason.