Having made lunch easy in the street, the Tors headed to the temple of exploration in the inner city, where they met.
The Temple of the Ice God, also a place to educate, seemed just at noon break.
I can see a few students wandering in front of the building.
Occasionally Sora glanced at the way the young people of her age were gathering.
"Wow, guys, what are you doing?
"You're here because you teach me to read, write and calculate, and that's why you're here"
"Heh, speaking of which, our company was naughty, too. Thor used to run around."
"Oh, I only have memories of your grandfather being too harsh"
You noticed the girl's bounced voice, and how the boys turned around, one after the other, opened their eyes.
Apparently, you mistake Sola for a new entrant, Tor, for its guardian.
You dreamed of a classmate of a beautiful girl, and the youngsters talk in a mouthful of excitement.
But as the Tors approached, they noticed the plate on its neck.
The students, who also opened their eyes, immediately closed their mouths.
Sora tilts her neck wonderfully at the appearance of the students who suddenly became quiet.
You squeezed your courage into that figure, one of the young men advanced.
"Oh, um... I'll show you, if you don't mind?
In the eyes of the brunette boy he had spoken to, there lived a light mixed with fear and longing.
He is restless and has shifted his gaze over and over to Thor and Sola.
The arrow tip I tried to reply to, suddenly a loud noise rang from across the door.
Tor exhaled small to someone's young laughter he was used to hearing.
"Is it Moo now?
"I guess. Thank you. I'll see you next time."
Tor, who nodded lightly to the students, pushed open the large wooden door.
The staircase provided in the small hall of the blowout is immediately visible.
It was the children of the Purple Eye clan who spanned the railings.
But I'm not alone.
Behind it were children about the same age, connected to bells.
Hit the endless round ornament and Moo's movement stops.
Successive children pushed there one after the other.
Children sandwiched with each other laugh as they scream with joy.
Thor accidentally scratched under his chin at a sight that did not seem like a solemn temple.
"Oh, I came to see this because I heard a voice that sounded fun, but you had trouble with this"
Unexpectedly speaking from the side was a grey-eared woman wearing a seemingly superior grey robe.
It's Meera Lilly, the temple chief.
Continue the conversation with a faint grin on Thor, who was inadvertently about to live in the right place.
"I was able to tell you not to ride that railing because the injured person came out before."
Moo jumped off the railing and ran up the stairs unaware of the Tors because he was obsessed.
The children who were slipping together also followed in a fuss.
Apparently Moo dominates and leads the other children.
"Sorry to disturb you. I'll make it stop right away."
"No, scolding without a headache won't get you through children. And when you can stop it, you want to do it extra."
The temple chief, who controlled Tor with his gaze, approached the stairs without making a sound.
And then all of a sudden he stretched out sultry and put his rich ass on the railing.
The leading moo hits the woman sitting horizontally at the end point, unable to slow down.
The child buried his face in a soft, gray robe with a shaky laugh.
The temple chief gently strokes his curly golden hair.
Moo also had an innocent grin about how comfortable it felt to be touched.
But the children who continue to slip down, the moment they see Meera Lilly, by the way, they stifle their faces.
Watching him cling to the child before him silently, the temple chief spoke to the fan in a calm voice.
"How's the railing fun?
"Yeah! This is good stuff!
Moo replies cheerfully, but other than that, the child turns away and gets annoyed.
"By the way, are you a student here?
"Because? Yeah, Moo's a bummer."
"Oh, that's gonna be a little rough."
"Really?
"Yeah, I shouldn't be in here except for the students. Maybe you'll get caught."
To Meera Lilly La's words, Moo opened his purple eyes.
"Duh, what do we do? TO, to TO......"
"But it's okay. There's a way you can't get caught."
"What, already. I'm sorry!
"Well, if you're a student here, we'll figure it out. What do you say?"
The last inquiry was not mooly, but was directed toward Tor.
Of course, it would include her own joke, but that look seems pretty serious.
"Right. I'll think about it."
When it comes to Moo's education, I wasn't willing to whine about it in the first place.
It's just that adventurers don't spend a lot of time in a situation.
Around it was a temptation to ask Yuryl, a former teacher, to look at the fold.
"Then yes. From now on, shall we just open the railings during the lunch break? But not without a teacher."
To the sudden proclamation of the temple chief, the children, except Moo, look at each other in surprise.
And you understood what it meant, cheered at once.
The Grey-eared woman, who lowered her hips from the railing, lifted Moo and made him stand on the floor.
A kid with a decent face, but he ran over to bounce to see if Tor had finally noticed.
Sola runs out to the stairs so she can be replaced.
The girl headed ahead was an even younger child than Moo.
I don't try to move naggingly as everyone jumps off the railing.
The body swayed unexpectedly.
The unbalanced child falls straight inside the railing.
But on the verge of throwing herself out onto the stairs, Sola's outstretched hand is critical to stop the fall.
The girl, who held the child gently, exhaled in a ho.
"Huh, you didn't. Are you okay?"
"What's up, Lou!
Moo turns back in a hurry and speaks to the child in Sora's arms.
The toddler is slowly out of strength, breathing in painfully over and over again.
Sora gave a hurried look at the unusual appearance of clinging to her clothes with her eyes closed.
"Uh, well, what do we do? Thor."
"Are you hungry? Why don't you let Moo come back for dinner?
"You've been looking closely, Sola. Hmm, sounds pretty bad."
Tor, who receives the child from the girl, frowns at the look of it.
She looks like a girl with straight dark hair stretched to her shoulder and an adorable face.
But its cheeks are clearly red, and the exhalation leaking from its mouth is not busy.
"He was born a little weak. Thank you for your help, Sola."
While subtly calling Sora's name, which she did not name, the temple chief peeks into the face of a child that Thor can hold.
The symptoms are confirmed flat as she touches the forehead with her gently stretched hand.
"You have a little fever and your breath looks a little spicy. But if I give this a little rest, I'll be fine soon."
Having made a calm diagnosis, Meera Lilly reassures herself with a grin at the children who have gathered worryingly.
And Tor, who held the child tightly, and ran his gaze softly to Sora next to him.
"Hey, you guys, you're here to see Orrindor, right?
"Yes, I was going to,"
"Then can I ask you a favor?