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

"It's a beautiful day again."

Russell shook her head (wearing it) in silence to the quiet words of her boss, who was usually in a rude tone.

Baluconia is always like this in opponents who don't need a rush.

He said that the habit of smoking away from focusing the other person's thoughts by talking a lot seems to be a gift that he has long served as a negotiator in "the bearer of the burning fire".

The rough dressed swordsman walks beside Balucconia, who also shut up after talking to the potpourri, saying nothing.

And then there was another, quietly leaning against the two of us.

Russell's dog Baugh.

This big dog with silver fur is an old dog who turns ten this year.

You look just like a vicious wolf, but you've never had temper, serenity, vain barking, etc.

For this dog walk, which is a day off routine, somehow Russell started following Balucconia from around the climb to the Vajra class, too.

It doesn't look like we need to talk about it in particular.

It just feels like walking side-by-side and occasionally whining about something I've noticed.

That's all, but that was enough for a break.

Russell started going to an abandoned underground prison, a new hunting ground, but was stuck early.

Unlike before, they're just opponents whose flame-covered weapons barely work.

Because there are many troublesome attacks, the way you beat in the biggest blow before being defeated is also too much wear and tear and strain on the rear guard.

In addition, there is pressure that his predecessor Straccia was too good.

But at first it was Russell, who couldn't move as I thought and made me recruit frustrations, but now it's not.

If you feel like it, I was a lot calmer.

Even when Tor was previously obsessed and knocked over unilaterally, Baluconia only covered me as I was slapped in the pussy around me.

He said it was his mistake not to properly check the contents of the request and failed to collect information.

Baluconia should have been tougher this time around with almost no flame-based magic tricks.

But the flaming man with his moustache didn't divulge a single stupidity, he just did what he needed to do.

Russell also changes his mind about that attitude.

First of all, I'm trying to do my part as a swordsman.

At the same time, I would like to express my gratitude to Baluconia, which cared for me somewhat.

Russell secretly respected his boss, who cared so carefully about his surroundings.

Baluconia accidentally turned his gaze to a certain store.

This neighborhood, close to the Great Square, houses food shops.

It was the butcher shop, one of them, that the bearded man showed interest in.

"Excuse me, can I stop by for a second?

"Yeah, go ahead."

Russell, who is a Vajra, can't be blamed for accompanying a dog.

But the swordsman, who thought it would be a nuisance to the other guests, decided to wait outside with his dog with the drawstring in his hand for his boss.

After a while, Baluconia, with the larger wrap in her hand, comes out with a happy face.

"I've been asked to do a few things. No, I found something good. Oh, here's one."

It was a slice of ham as hard as a dead tree that I had handed it to you with that being said.

Plus give Bau a bigger bone.

"Thank you"

"No, this way. I always apologize for interrupting my walk."

After saying so, the walking out Balucconia looked up at the sky again and groaned.

"Well, the blue sky just feels really good to watch"

Russell answered nothing, just let him pull his jaw slightly.

A room in the Therapeutic Temple.

In the corner of a messy room that did not seem to be the residence of a young woman, Mordamo sat on a chair staring at the woman's tricks in front of her.

It is the parts of the disintegrated whistle that sit on the sleeping table, crossed by undressed and scattered clothes.

Carefully polish each and every one and turn to the window to make sure of its shine from time to time.

What a plain task.

But Mordamo sees the sight in silence.

I don't get bored. Instead, I can watch forever.

A seawoman, her mother was also cleaning shellfish that had just been picked so silently.

The island of Moldamo's birth was, among other things, on the eastern outskirts of the Commonwealth of the Triala Islands.

Seas with many rocks and prone to roughness are not very suitable for fishing by boat.

However, due to the abundance of black striped shellfish and so on, vegan diving was active.

Mordamo has also been searching in the ocean since childhood.

What always comes to mind when I remember my hometown is a crowded blue view from the bottom of the water at that time.

The view is no longer there.

This year, he was swallowed by the waves and disappeared from island to island.

The small, exhaled Ethereal Scale man slowly meditated his eyes.

I ascertain the faces of my parents and friends and acquaintances floating behind their eyelids.

In order to help them, we have to do something.

"Are you okay?

When I opened my eyes, at some point the liquor stood at my side and peered in worried.

"Oh, I'm fine"

"Right. Lai Lai"

He's a player with a slightly hesitant look on his face, but offers his hand as he decides to.

What was on its palm was a swing of knife with a blade that waved to the left and right.

"Moo, I'm not talking to you again."

"Yeah, let it go -"

"See you next time, we'll play"

"Goodbye, Moo"

"Guys, see you soon."

Moo waved heavily with his grumpy face as a large number of friends said goodbye.

Until six months ago, she was a girl living with the Wildcats in an alley, but she was roughly completely familiar with the school of the Temple of Exploration for the worries of the Tors.

No, instead of getting used to it, he is now the most popular person in school.

Even though he is a hero who has contributed to numerous feats, he has no attitude to greatness at all because he has little such awareness of himself.

No, it's rather too honest, enough to worry about around.

Now, when you ask, a story pops out of your mouth about the back of the land that even adults don't know about.

If you ask for more, feel free to show off your magic tricks, or come up with one interesting game after another.

This makes it weirder not to be popular.

Many children admired the adventurer because of the border neighborhood, and now so much so that whenever Moo went to school he could have a big circle of people around him.

After enjoying plenty of school life, Moo pushes the door of the temple of exploration with momentum and pops outside.

Already those legs are wrapped in blue lightning and striped shoes are also lifted slightly off the ground.

"Jamoo, Jamoo, not much."

Today's snack seems to be a dish made with plenty of Moo's favorite apples.

I have to hurry home.

At the time the child, who jumped out perfectly energetic, tried to run out, a voice was heard as he waited.

"Dear Mmumeme, I've been waiting for you"

"Mm!"

It was someone I knew well who had greeted me.

A woman who serves as Moo's educator at the Temple of Court.

"How can I help you?

"Yes, I'm up to pick you up"

To the words of a sudden woman, the child leans his neck greatly.

Today shouldn't have been the day to attend the Temple of Court.

"Moo, I have to snack back soon. After that, okay?

"I'm sorry about this. As a matter of fact, Lord Thor is waiting for you at the temple, so it's up to me to come and get you."

"To-chan?

"Yes, we have a message for you to hurry up."

"Really?!

While listening back, Moo activates the.

When I was called to the Temple of Court without plans, it was because Tor had told me many times that it was after seeing the other person in this characteristic.

From the woman in front of you who makes you snort, there are no signs that you are lying.

Apparently, something really happened to Thor.

The worried child about to rip his chest off jumps again in a great panic.

"To, Moo is on his way!