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

"It's so hot up there."

"Welcome, Mr. Kiki"

"Yes, this. It's what I promised you."

"Oh, did you go out of your way to pick it up? Thank you. Let's cool it down and serve."

"You're as sweet as ever, you are."

To the landlord who happily received the handmade tea leaves, Kikirilli let Eagle Deep Nod.

"Mmm."

Then Nemi, who was behind her sister, handed Yuryl a basket with a sweet and sour smell.

"It's a labyrinth treat. It fits that tea."

"This would have been tough. Thank you, Mr. Nene."

Labyrinth Hall is a luxury specialty restaurant of sweets in the inner city, famous enough to always queue.

Especially the thin dough made with apricot jam and other thin fabrics layered and baked to Paris is so popular that it sells out a lot in the morning.

"From me, this way."

The last person I've greeted is the Ethereal Male Mordamo.

I'm going to briefly explain the words as I offer a small, sprinkling wrap.

"Hair oil for ladies made from seaweed. Use it for all of you."

"Thank you for your kindness all the time"

Euril, who invited the three of them in, headed to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

Kikiriri and the others enter the living room flat, knowingly.

Here he comes.

To the purple-eyed woman approaching Zukazka, Tor, who was sitting on the couch, flashed his face only slightly.

On his lap, a black cat looks relaxed, letting him sleep loose at the tip of his tail.

Unlike the nostalgic shema, it was a very rare thing for a cautious cro to approach Tor himself.

Kikirili reached out quickly, looking at the man with a hard look at him.

In an instant I wondered if I could hold the cat back, I would sit down next to Tor and leave myself nagging on my back.

And he made one calf he lifted boldly place on Thor's lap instead of the cat.

Today Kikiriri dresses up in a perfect black tight skirt on her lap with a light purple blouse.

Due to the lightweight costume with lace knitting, the scalp is clear by the way, suitable but also quite fantastic.

By the way, my sister is in a black blouse and a light purple skirt, as opposed to my sister.

They are both white all year round so that their skin falls out because of their labyrinth life without sunshine, and the black lineage outfit suits them well.

"Hey, give it back"

"Come on, which one is better for this girl?"

The black cat, caressed with a soft head, instantly rounded her body as she rang her throat.

Kikiriri, who held the cat back to Thor, who was disgusted with a change of heart and turned into a sinister face, told him off as if he had won.

"Instead, I'll keep my feet for you. Thank you very much."

"I'm just in the way. Get out of the way."

Apparently, it's not going to be a glossy story.

Sora, who watched the two interact as she folded the laundry, happily broke her face.

Nemi, who was greeting the striped cat and stuck his nose together, asks him a lot about it.

"It's your man. Don't you get mad at me?

"Um, Mr. Kiki is one of the few comrades who will understand Tor's charm. I'll loosen it up a little bit."

"Is that what it is? I don't know."

To the words of the girl with plenty of room, Nemi shrugged her shoulders as she was annoyed.

I admit Thor's skill as an adventurer, but it's the honest feeling of my sister, unlike her twin sister, that I'm not very interested in the appearance that only a tired middle-aged man looks like.

If I thought of it as something like that, Sola, who finished sorting the tequila and laundry, suddenly rises up and rushes out.

And as I hugged him to Tor from behind, I buried my face in his shoulder mouth and inhaled his breath.

"After all, I'm different too! Uh, don't calm down, Tor smells like you."

"Sora is a little unusual... What's better? Such a man smells."

"Hmm. Kiki hasn't, either."

"Something's just a little regrettable."

"It's hot, you guys"

Neemimi held up the striped cat and sat on the couch across the street, looking at the two of them continuing the conversation with a frightened look as they stuck to Tor.

A lively voice can be heard from the kitchen as Mordamo calms his hips at the opposite end.

"Grandma Yu, let Moo do more!

"Yes, Mr. Mum. I'm counting on you."

What emerged from the back were two people, Yuryl and Moo, with the basin in their hands.

Occasionally, there is a sweet scent in the living room.

With a gentle grin, the landlord gracefully arranges the ceramic cups onto the low table.

The contents are chilled, thin tea with cool ice.

And Moo, a good face, leaves the sweets on a small plate beside it.

However, there was already powdered sugar and pieces that seemed to be eaten on the mouth.

Everyone gets to their seats, make sure the tea and sweets have gone, and Euril tells them in a gentle voice.

"Come on, let's make it tea"