Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

"I wouldn't do that if I had a hearing loss. That's enough, Nene."

The woman stretched her arms against her back in a supple manner on the bench, tongue-in-cheek at the odd song heard from under the window.

Under black, short curly hair mixed with gold, large purple eyes with raised eyes emit a strong light.

Dog teeth peeking slightly from the mouth into the tall nostrils. A tight body in every corner is perfectly wrapped in black leather armor.

Be even. It's beautiful, but the majority of people who see it will have similar impressions.

- It's like a tiger sleeping there.

Kikiriri is the name of a young woman who looks grumpy.

He is an avant-garde fighter in Platinum.

To Kiki's words, the woman sitting on the edge of the bench silently erases the blue-white needle that was sticking out of her entire body.

Unlike my sister, her straight hair is cut all around her neck, but otherwise she has the same look.

The name of the woman who remains faceless and silent is Nemi.

He is a Brazilian lightning man who serves as a rear guard in Platinum.

"Hold on, Grandpa said something great too, what the hell is that Zama?"

Kiki continued to groan uncomfortably at the sound of the footsteps, which sounded thin even without the effect of the < thunder needle >.

As their grandfather's office faces the Great Square, the noise of the Bossaria recapture being held outside is overheard.

"... the man becomes a payment box with a curse, so that the beast witch can get it without labor"

With a wrinkle between his eyebrows, Kiki tries to imitate someone's mouth.

So the soloist of voices I was accustomed to hearing popped into my ears, and the woman bit her back teeth tightly.

"You said something like, after all, Aitsura's not the only hero!

Remorsefully distorted his face, Kiki glanced out the window where cheers and applause curled.

And when I loosen my expression just a little and reached out, I stroked my sister's hair slowly.

"Yeah, right. I haven't run out of opportunities yet. Thanks, Nene."

Against her tenderly speaking sister, her sister remains facing forward without moving.

The lips are tightly tied and not a word is uttered.

"Hehe, too busy (corny) is too much to say. But Grandpa might be about to retire."

Only Kiki's voice continued to sound like she was speaking to someone in a room where there were only two of them, as a great deal of cheer arose in the square.

Evening when the noise of the Bossaria recapture subsided.

In his own chamber at the corner of Dadan's Therapeutic Temple, Lambmerla leaked a small exhalation.

"… for the fourth time"

Liquori, her sister, who was taking care of the waist whistle on the bed, squeaks bossly without even raising her face.

Pointing out the number of sighs, Lambmerla turned that way as she swelled her cheeks without much popularity.

The maiden, who had often turned sideways as she was, looked at her sister with her eyes only to see how she was reacting.

And I swelled my cheeks more with a bare gesture that didn't interest me at all.

"... you want me to ask you why?

"Nothing."

"It would be refreshing if you told someone about your troubles. He looks like he wants you to say something like that."

"I didn't!

To the appearance of her mumbling sister, Licori let her sigh back when she stopped her hand.

Encourage a half-closed look toward Lambmerla with a blatantly lazy look.

"Look, I'm gonna ask you something right."

"It sounds so in-laws, don't you have any trouble or anything?

"I think."

"That! I think that's my sister's bad habit. Honesty doesn't mean anything's allowed. Oh, he looked nasty again! Enough!

Licori invites her sister, who completely obstinately held her knee on the chair, to pound next to herself.

Rammella stood silently as she leaned down, leaning closer to the bed and sitting beside her sister.

Keep your shoulders tilted and take it to the dust to keep your weight.

And revealed the reason for the potpourri and sigh.

"I asked Mr. Thor if he would like to enter the platinum box."

"Another unscrupulous invitation."

"I knew it, what would turn me down. But that's what they call the thread of negotiation."

"So, what's your destiny?

"If you can't, I was wondering if you could put me at Mr. Thor's party."

After a breath buildup, Lambmerla squeaks the results in a thin voice.

"I couldn't. If I lose it, I'll have trouble with the platinum..."

"…… yes"

Liquori, who replied briefly, gently strokes her sister's Yulufu brunette.

Lambmerla, with her eyes closed, pulled out the strength of her body quietly.

"Hey, I can't party. But I wonder if it's exclusive water use or something? I'll wait in a tent or a carriage. So welcome back when you get back and make dinner..."

"... heavy"

"What, me, fat?

"I'm not talking about weight."

To Lambmerla's throat twisting her neck without knowing what it meant, Licori quietly extended her fingertips.

The blue part, which extends straight to the chest, is viewed with a lucid expression.

"You're such a beautiful scale, you're a real waste."

"You're ticklish, sister."

He is the owner of many branches stretching water essence trees, and he will never be afraid to get lost due to his tremendous memory.

Besides, he was adorable and honest, and had no complaints about his appearance or contents.

Slightly younger in shape, but still, if you're an adventurer, you can't say no first.

Licori tongues strongly inside, thinking of the face of a middle-aged adventurer who imitates a joke.

And at the same time, he pushed away from being noticed the growing sense of relief.

Holy relics (relics) to seal the Great Hole are also present in the Therapeutic Temple of Aruria, the water god.

The name is "bitter water of sorrow".

It has a special form that continues to be inherited by generations of vessel witches because it cannot be stored with just an appliance and can only maintain its power in a person's body.

And as there are examples of flames that continue to devour desire, bitter water also had the emotions necessary to keep its presence.

Suffering or sadness.

In the Therapeutic Temple, a therapeutic facility, it is an indispensable emotion.

However, that is only necessary to sustain and cannot be a factor encouraging growth.

The grieving emotions of the person, the vessel, were imperative to build strength until it was sufficient to contain the Great Hole.

I lose a lot of people close to me, and whenever I see the scars of ugly burns left on them, my emotions come back to life.

Even losing the base of my heart when my sister, who depends even more, is forced to take on the curse instead and retire.

Now the cultivation of bitter water should have gone well.

But from the unexpected, the pain is slowly relieving.

But at the same time, Liquori secretly felt that a new mourning bud was growing.

That the pain is still slow now, but eventually it will be a big wound.

Licori continued to look at Rammella's smile, which regained only a little brightness, with her eyes narrowed without taking her fingers off its neck.