195 ⑥ Moonlight Girl

(No kidding! You can't keep up with this farce any longer!

Even when they put me back in my original room, it was all those thoughts swirling in my chest.

Apparently this was Cycleus' unscrupulous mastery, which is good news.

But there's no way I can stand a situation like that where you're under house arrest for five days in a museum like this.

What the hell is that girl named Refraia thinking?

Did you hear my skill from around Deal and come to such an outrage?

What do you mean, even if you concede hundreds of millions of steps and allow such outrages, flip the foreword and keep me under house arrest?

It's none of my business whether it's a bad compromise or something with my father's cycleus, such insights. I'm in the mood for you to do whatever you want in places where I'm not around, such as parent-child fights.

Anyway, I was angry and angry.

With such an angry mind, Chiffon-Cher calls me a fart.

"Dear Asta, are you okay...? Shall I even bring you a sleeping drink...?

"No, it's cool."

"Now, if there's anything to eat... if you're going to stay in the hall, you'd better have something to eat before you go to sleep..."

I'm not even interested in staying here!

I wanted to turn it that way, but it wasn't even a sinful story to Chiffon-Cher.

"Um, there's one thing I want to ask you."

"Yes... what is it...?

"Are there soldiers, servants, etc. in this hall with the appearance of the people of the east?

"The people of the east, are you...?

Chiffon-Cher tilts his neck like he's in trouble.

I wondered if this was an unanswerable question as well, but apparently she was looking for that answer in her head.

"I don't know... at least, I don't think I was in a person living in a hall..."

"Does that mean that if you're a servant in the street, you might be there?

"No... both soldiers and servants, as a general rule, live in a residence on the premises... for example, cook's assistants, etc., all have other jobs, so they pass by... I have never seen a dark-skinned people, etc., even when visiting the cook during poisoning..."

That said, Chiffon-Cher leans his neck in the opposite direction.

"It's just... it's not uncommon for Sim's people to visit to talk business with the Lord... they usually return in the high hours of the day, so I never had a chance to entertain those guests..."

"Really? Thank you."

Then, even if Sanjula was an associate of this hall, she is not in a position to sleep.

The last question left in me was the presence of Sanjula.

It seems that what Sanjula called "master" was not about Cycleus, but about Refraia.

But if so, how did Sanjula end up serving such a young tyrant?

And you approached my stall with some kind of order?

Was all that smile and soft physical hips he was showing also a little play to keep me alert?

I shake my head big enough to get rid of the clutter.

Whatever it was, it wasn't even if I was worried about that now.

"I trust you, Chiffon-Cher, and I'd like to ask you one more thing."

"Yes... what is it...?

"From now on, I'm trying to get out of this mansion. Can't we just let you miss that?

I know this is a mystery to ask.

If she had, contrary to my imagination, a heart of loyalty to her husband, at this point my prospects would be ruined, too.

But I had to do something about this girl who was stuck in the same room for me to escape, and I didn't have the confidence to control her so that the soldiers who would be keeping an eye on me apart from one door would not notice me as a piece.

"It's... it's an impossible story without me doing anything... this hall is guarded by so many soldiers...?

Not even the wind that surprised me now, Chiffon-Cher has said so.

"I guess I'm not likely to succeed either. So if I fail, can I even lose my life after all?

"No… there can be no such horrible imitation of taking life… because Master Refraia is only ten years younger…"

"But as I've said many times, I've been threatened with a knife and exposed to places like this. Isn't that the princess who ordered it?

"Even so, I think Master Refraia just ordered Asta to be invited... so I don't know how it became such an absurd means..."

It reminds me of a martial officer like a blunt cow, who refrained from replacing that girl.

Was it, then, that man's discretion to respond in that manner to his master's orders?

Or... Sanjula?

"Then will I have to punish you enough to wear a leather whip if I fail? Then I'm going to be brave too."

"Dear Asta... That is dangerous..."

And, Chiffon-Cher has fallen back on his sleeping table again and grabbed it by my arm.

But it doesn't look upset, it's a somewhat deafening look at the child.

"The punishment of a leather whip is not so easy… Fortunately, I have only ever suffered it from this body as much as I count… it was a pain that made me want to give up living…"

"- Really?"

"... see my back...?

"No, it's cool."

I keep myself away from Chiffon-Cher while being disturbed by different emotions.

"Still, I don't feel like accepting this fate in silence. I can't tell you to cooperate, but can't I manage to get you to miss it?

"... how can you do that and do something dangerous...? After five days, you can go home without such imitation...?

"You can't completely believe that word, either. When your true husband returns from the castle and learns of my daughter's untimely demise, I don't think there's a zero chance he'll try to bury my existence from darkness to darkness."

The word was to be rewarded by a cut smile and silence.

Even to her, "I don't think that's going to happen......" would have been unspeakable.

There still didn't seem to be so many mistakes in the Cycleus figure I was holding.

Not at all, it's a heartwarming story.

"Then I thought we should make an effort to defeat our fate with our lives, even recklessly....... can you miss it?

"Ha... but the door is locked from the outside, and it should be your turn to sleep and be watched by soldiers...?

"I guess so. So I thought if I were to run away, it would be through the window."

I just checked that a large window exists across the collision.

And that there was a curtained piece of fabric on there.

This room is situated upstairs, but if you are willing to die, it will be possible to use its curtains to go down to the wall.

"If you're going to miss it, I'm sorry, but I'm going to tie your arms and get you in shape like I ran away with force. - But is there still a risk that you will be whipped?

"Well... are you even concerned about that when it comes to putting yourself in danger...?

Chiffon-Cher smiles with a look that also looks fun.

"So even if I were to be whipped, that's all I have to do... in that regard, I don't need to worry about anything..."

"Then - why don't you run away with me?

I pull myself back to Chiffon-Cher.

"It may not really be a good idea to do this to you... but if you're going to be whipped anyway, why not put it to the slightest possibility?

"No... Unlike Asta's position, if I fail to escape from it, I will undoubtedly be decapitated... not to Master Lifreia, but to the Lord who will return in five days..."

"Really..."

My perception of slavery was still sweet.

I'm sure Chiffon-Cher thinks you're a big idiot, too.

"If Asta's feelings are so solidified, I can't hold you back either... Go your own way, if you wish... I stay here and wish her success in that attempt..."

"But then you could get whipped, right?

"Don't worry about that... it's just that I heard that Master Asta would stay in this hall for five days and it was making me feel a little bit... that's all I have left to worry about..."

That said, Chiffon-Cher smiled again.

It was an unreadable, fairy smile inside.

"Truly, Master Asta is a stranger... If you are a people of the South or the East, some of you have pity on yourself, such as me, but I still don't think you were as close to me as Master Asta..."

"I'm sure that's because I'm a human being from a country where slavery doesn't exist. - Besides, I'm a forest dweller. Forestside people are a clan that was persecuted for switching gods. I don't understand one thing about the North and West, but at least I don't think it's a very forgiving story that people are discriminated against because of their origins."

Chiffon-Cher snapped, "Really..." with the same look on his face.

I can't tell if it's a renunciation or an ambition filled with those breasts.

"Then I'm sorry, but I'll let you try a reckless escape play. If you can't do it, I'll be back before the lookouts find you - and then you won't have to be whipped either."

"… I pray that the path of Master Asta will be opened…"

Chiffon-Cher says so, but since I'm only going to leave her and get away with it, I'm going to have a lot of guilt. All the more so because there is little prospect of success either.

But still, I didn't feel like falling asleep wearing a futon like this.

Refraia's claim was too one-sided, and there is also no guarantee that it will fit round in five days' time.

Then all I could do was appreciate it.

"... Are you sure you want to help...?

"Yes! Please, don't peek, okay?

First, ask Chiffon-Cher to get dressed to the original clothes he was delivering to this room.

The white t-shirt and deck shoes in front of me, the torso and hips I got from EY-FA - and if you wrap the white towel you've been yowling around your head, you're done changing the foam.

The picky silver coin that I was forced to take home to this room, I decided to leave it on my undressed clothes.

The next step is to prepare underneath for escape.

Turn around behind the screen and remove the curtain from the window.

This window was entirely made of wooden planks, and there was no need to shade it from the beginning, but I guess this kind of thing is lowered to prevent dust or something.

I tear him vertically as he struggles with his teeth and fingers, and tie him together to make sure he's strong.

Removing the three curtains from the two windows allowed him to lump a substitute for a rope of sufficient length.

And let me tie Chiffon-Cher's arm with the extra cloth.

I was to be aroused with a tremendous sense of guilt again in this task.

One voice here, asking the soldiers outside the door for help would also eliminate the risk of Chiffon-Cher being whipped, but she never extended to such imitation.

"I also ask you to restrain me in your mouth... so if you pretend to have lost your mind, I will not be so guilty..."

Treat him as he was told, and have Chiffon-Cher lie on his own bunk, which was sitting behind the screen.

The last time I nodded over there, I put out the lantern fire and opened one of the windows wide open.

The outside world is sinking into darkness.

The moon and stars are barely floating, but the world is dark everywhere.

But it also meant that, as far as I could see, there were no outposts with lights.

I wish I had checked in the light, but they say there is a vast courtyard spread out there.

If we go straight ahead, we will eventually hit the stone walls surrounding the site, he said. In the castle surrounded by stone walls, the hall is protected by further stone walls.

Even if the guards do not find it, the means of climbing its walls may not exist.

It is also an unknown castle town that stretches out over its stone walls.

Can I leave Castle Town without a pass? Even that is an escape that we do not know is a challenge.

The chances of success may be as good as none.

If you fail, even if you're lucky, it's a whipping sentence.

I tied a handmade rope to my bunk leg before my feelings shriveled thinking about how ridiculous I was about to try.

Even if you ride out and look around left and right, the windows in the other rooms remain tightly closed.

Throw the opposite tip under the window, being careful not to knock the screen down.

There was no one to look over.

(All right - go)

It is an untimely rock climb.

The distance to the ground is approximately four meters.

Even if it falls, it's not as tall as dying.

However, it is cobblestone underneath, so I might break a bone.

I moved out the window, believing in my arm strength gained from the harsh life by the woods.

All weighed up, the rope sounds dry all over the place.

Put your foot on the wall, slowly and carefully lower your body.

Soon both arms began to shake plumply.

Even though the wind is blowing at night, which is very pleasant, sweat is gushing from all over my body.

If this is the case, we should certainly have refilled the calories thoroughly.

But still, someone never discovered me, never let me slip my hands, never helped me along the way, and I was able to step firmly on the hard earth.

Get on your knees in the dark and get your breathing ready first.

The world was surrounded by blue darkness.

When I get my eyes on it, I also see blurry scenes. The cobblestone was laid only around the building, and from about five metres away, the ground seemed to be spreading like a short mowed lawn.

(I knew you couldn't see the lights anywhere. I wonder how far this courtyard extends)

Whatever it is, there shouldn't be any lookout eyes unless there's a light.

Maybe something called a guard or something like that is the only thing with an eye on the outside, not the inside of the premises.

With that in mind, when I finally tried to step out - a wooden window that had been installed not more than a metre away began to open with a kick and sound.

I crash into the wall with great haste.

The heart, which was finally on the verge of being calmed, began to carve the beat in grandeur again.

This is just a coincidence, or I didn't even know I was making noise within - whatever it is, please don't embark on it, I pray desperately in my heart.

Such a wish was muddled, and eventually the side of the white girl peered from it.

It is not Refraia.

Older, but still a younger girl.

The excellence on its side surprises me again.

What a beautiful looking girl.

The nasal muscles are thin but well shaped and the line from the mandible to the cheek is very smooth.

Besides, I have very bright white skin.

Refraia was also white in colour, but with an incomparable, clear skin. The blueness and whiteness of the moon's light go hand in hand, as if it were a glass sculpture.

Its white and brilliant forehead has loose brown forehead.

The one pointing this way was on the side to the left, and the temple was fastened with a silver-toned, shiny hair decoration.

He puts his hand on the window pier and rides himself out pretty much at the front.

Wrapped around it seems to be a light shaded thin overnight outfit.

Because my hair is short, I can even look at the whiteness of my neck muscles.

She was a girl with a neat appearance like an angel.

But his eyes are filled with sorrow, and he stares into the darkness of night.

My lips, shaped like makeup, breathed so small...

And that face looked at me very casually in the process of being pulled indoors.

Large eyes coloured with delicate eyelashes open in amazement.

"- Asta! What are you doing here!?

I was the one who got stunned.

Until a moment ago, when the statue of an angel remained still, it was its face that gained a human expression and suddenly transformed itself into the face of a girl it had seen.

"D...... dial? Was it you..."

In front of my eyes, which makes me so stunned by surprises, Deal rushed his gaze around the darkness around him.

On that face, now comes a look of impatience.

"Whatever. No! Anyway, come here quick! If you stand there like that, the guard dog in this hall will bite you to death!

"Baba, watchdog?

"Yes! They're telling me never to go outside because this courtyard releases a watchdog at night! Oh, don't you know what a dog is? I'm so normal in the south - okay, come on!

I stood there almost unconsciously, more perplexed than Deal.

That's how they grab my collar and drag me into a thin, bright indoor.

"Oh, I'm surprised... don't surprise me too much! Why is Asta here?

After turning like that, Dial suddenly put a lid on his mouth with both hands.

At the same time, a door on the other side of the corridor is knocked from the outside.

"Dear Dear Deal, did you say anything?

It was also the voice of Deal's squire Larvis, a little nostalgic again.

"It's nothing! Talk to yourself! Tomorrow I'll be busy at work, so you should just go to sleep. Okay?

"... Dear Dear Deal, have a good dream"

Don't let your emotions peek. Tell them in a blinking voice, and Larvis will be silent.

Apparently, this room runs through separate rooms and doors, and Larvis has that room on his mind.

"Deal... I knew you were staying in this hall too"

"What do you mean, after all? Why are you in Castle Town with Asta?

Dial closed the window gently as he said in a whispered voice.

Then, "Ah," he makes another surprised look.

"You know, maybe what? Isn't that dish that Asta made us just now?

"Oh, yeah, that's Kimmus meat dish made out of caron's milk, right? That's what I cooked."

"I knew it. Ah. That was delicious."

Saying, Dial grinned at his full face.

Now you look like an angel in a different way.

"So they made me eat some really good food, so I kind of remembered Asta. Asta's doing fine, she's already asleep by now, or so I opened the window and blurred, and then the asta of the day is standing there! I was so surprised to death!

So Dial as much as he did earlier, he had such a cute look at me, thinking about me?

It kind of embarrasses me sexually.

Besides, because the lantern fire was lit indoors, we could clearly see what Deal looked like.

That, the dark yet strange shade of hair, the glow of eyes as beautiful as emerald - and the outfit of that body, which is completely unusual.

Still thin, in night clothes. It is simply woven with a slight frill-like decoration at the collar and cuffs, followed by a simple design piercing coat - or a one-piece design.

The length is about a little above the knee, and that's the surprisingly white leg that has been exposed to me at all costs.

All you have to do is put your forehead away with silver hair decorations, and even though you're only giving me a little forehead, Deal looked cute like someone else.

No, if you're just cute, you've been extraordinarily cute from the start.

So it wasn't, and Dial looked so girly and pathetic that he didn't have any more.

How could I mistake such a cute girl for a boy at first, making me feel painful again about the pitfalls in my own eyes.

"- So? How did Asta end up cooking in this hall? Didn't we talk about the people by the woods not reconciling well with the people in the castle town?

It seemed dangerous to stay here forever, but this was an encounter that should also be called Buddha in hell.

So I decided to explain the situation as briefly as possible.

"Huh?" "Really?" "Wow," Dial listened to me until the end, changing his expression like a kaleidoscope.

"Well... that means I bragged about Asta's cooking to that Refraia in the first place, right?

and is a dial that ultimately anchors the expression of sadness.

"I'm so sorry... I guess I'm on a roundabout bringing disaster to Asta..."

"That's not true. The disaster for me is that little princess with that chestnut hair. If she had the ethics of a crowd, this would never have happened."

I couldn't watch Dial shudder like a puppy this night more than usual.

"But that girl must have tasted more of Asta's food than I expected, so I'm sure she got mucky, huh?

"Mucky? What do you mean?

"Yeah, actually, there were two kinds of dishes that were prepared with caron milk and kimmus meat. So she wanted me to compare the dishes to the dishes that were good."

That's what Deal said as he looked more and more sorry.

"So I'm sure the other plate was the dish made by the cook in this hall. I also used caron cheese. It was a pretty tasty stewed kimmus meat, but the juice filled with vegetables was overwhelmingly better - that juice was Asta's dish, wasn't it?

"Yeah."

"I thought so! It was such a strange dish!... So, without knowing that, me and my father definitely taste better with this juice! That's a culinary hall of pride! That's a mess. So I guess that wasn't funny to Refraia."

It seems that the three servings of dishes I made fit into the stomach of Refraia, Dial and Dial's father. Only the head of the trade union and his daughter are entertained with an extravagant meal.

Regardless of that, there was still a part left to be interpreted.

"If I cook better than the cook I've been trying so hard to cook, does that mean I don't care? I don't know one thing about it right now."

"No, Refraia wasn't supposed to think that good food would come out that far. 'Cause that girl's been insisting that cooking for the inn isn't a decent human thing to eat."

Indeed, Deal said such things before.

That's why he wants to bring my food back to Castle Town in return.

"Now that I think about it, Lifreia looked really grumpy from the taste comparison. I'm sure that girl was expecting us to admire the other dish, and then she called Asta into her room and tried to shame her with me."

"Wow, that's insidious!

"I mean shady, I hate losing.... Yeah, I hate losing as much as I do, so I guess Refraia made such a stupid imitation..."

"Dial said he didn't need to worry about it. - But how did that get me to continue to be locked up? I wonder if you're going to let the taste comparison start tomorrow until I lose?

"Um, I don't know. Regardless of the taste comparison, I wonder if that girl just liked Asta's food. That girl herself was eating Asta's dishes with tremendous momentum. With my angry face, I lifted my brow."

If the parent is the parent, the child is also the child?

It is something whose arms have been foreseen by a completely outrageous opponent.

"So, after all, that girl's father isn't involved in this one thing, is he? Or does that mean that my disturbing father stepped into such a ridiculous imitation because he was away?

"Yeah, I'm sure you do. When I was talking about Asta, she just seemed less interested. [M] If it had been for you, I would never have let Leflaia imitate you like that."

He answered like that, and then he turned to me saying it was supposed to be a dial.

"So, Asta wasn't convinced by what Leflaia said, so she was trying to get away with it, right?

"Yeah. I thought it would be reckless."

"It's reckless! As I was saying, the courtyard is unleashed with guard dogs, and the stone walls surrounding the hall are not expensive - and the guards as well as the guards should be looking around by the stone walls, right? Whatever it is, it's a nobleman's hall in Genos, fighting over one or two."

"Yeah......"

"So, assuming we could get out of here, you can't get out of Castle Town. During the night the bounce bridge is raised and you can't go in and out, and you'll need a pass during the day. If you try to force yourself through there, isn't that why you're treated like a sinner?

It seems to rest altogether.

I drop my shoulder disappointingly, and Dial who sees it clouds my eyebrows worryingly.

"I'm sorry it's my fault, Asta.... but after all, Asta's skill didn't even beat that of a Castle Town cook! Why don't you just keep being the cook in charge of this mansion? That should earn you enough silver and gold to spend the rest of your life playing, right?

"I can't do that. I'm not joking about serving a human being who imitates this, and I'm not going to abandon the woodland."

"Oh well. But I also feel like it would be a shame to bury Asta's arm in Inn Town like this..."

Dial looked so sorry.

As a merchant, flying a flag in the capital is, after all, an honor.

I don't want to deny that value - I'm the son of a mass cafeteria, after all. I would rather cook for the people of town than deal with the nobles.

I would like to forgive a noble cook even if he is not an associate of Cycleus and is allowed to pass from a house by the woods.

"Hey, Deal, can't you leave Castle Town for a while either? If I can get out, I'd like you to tell the people by the woods or the innkeepers that I'm in this mansion."

"Um, it's still hard for a while. My father is perfectly clear that I can spread my business as far as I can without that Count Jason. - Somehow, your father feels it's dangerous to rely solely on you."

"I think that's the right choice. But all you have to do is tell someone in Accommodation Town a word. Anyway, I want to reassure my family and friends that I don't know what's going on."

"Family is that mean woman with blonde hair, right?

And, Deal flutters his cheeks.

but soon it made me squeeze and make another look of sorry.

"Well, that's hard to pull out... even if you tell your father about it, he'll just tell you that there's nothing wrong with putting your shoulders in the woods and turning your nobles against your enemies... and my pass's been taken up by my father."

"Right..."

Reminds me of Larvis, who even had an unfriendly look at the people by the woods.

If you stay in the lodging town, you will also be able to experience that the impression of the people by the woods is changing, otherwise the perception that the people by the woods are still a family of traitors who abandoned Jagal has not disappeared.

"But don't you have to go all the way out to Inn Town? Tomorrow I'll steal your father's eyes and let the guards of Castle Town tear you apart! I don't care what nobility is or what it is, because this is a sin of clean people!

"No, but a guard in Castle Town is also a defensive militia, right? You're not supposed to be a Kingsguard, are you?

"Hmm? I'm not sure about the west, but a Kingsguard means a soldier who protects the castle, right? Whether it's Castle Town or Lodging Town, the guards are guards."

Well, then, no.

If we are involved in the militia at this stage, there is a risk that the situation will be passed on only to a man named Silel, its head. Then it could even give the enemy a more favorable situation than just waiting for Cycleus to return in this mansion.

"The people of the woods have a particularly bad compromise with the militias. I'm sorry, but I want you to stop telling the people of Castle Town about this situation."

"What? But... I would never let Asta get bitten to death by a watchdog, would I?

And Dial has been holding my hand with his impatient face.

Powerful, warm hands.

"I'm not going to die for nothing either.... but then you mean there's nothing you can hit from here..."

In Accommodation Town, there must be a noise going on from small to small.

As things stand, however, there is no evidence that Cycleus' associates took me. In this state, are the people and Zashmas by the woods also incapable of moving?

"I guess I'm useless then... where I complained about Lefreia herself, it'll just be good mucky..."

Emotionally loose Dial's eyes were moisturized as he lurked.

I squeeze my strength and try to laugh at you somehow.

"If I could get my hands on the job and tell my colleagues by the woods about this, that would be my number one favorite. I can only ask you to do that in this castle town because there are only real"

"I get it. If I get time, I'll make sure I keep that promise!

Apparently Dial's voice got too loud again, and the door slammed open.

"Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Deal, what the hell happened...?

"It's bedtime!

"... is it Master Left"

It may be time for this intimate meeting to be the limit.

Besides, the escape rope is still being lowered from my room. If someone notices that, Chiffon-Cher will be whipped pointlessly.

"Then I'll go back to my room. Thanks for letting me talk so much."

"Oh, wait a minute! Just one last thing - you know, Refraia is about my daughter..."

And Dial lay his eyes down looking pretty hard to say, but eventually he said it resolutely.

"I really hate nobility, too. If it's not business, I don't even want to get involved with those people. But you can't hate that girl that much."

"Huh? Really?

"Yeah, because she doesn't seem happy that she's noble at all. My father didn't deal with him at all over work and gastronomy, and it seems like he doesn't have a chance to play during the day because he's an archaeologist studying - and so does that girl, who, in a totally different way than his father, only has about a day of delicious cooking fun."

Ecstasy, young tyrant.

In all that short time, I couldn't have gained that much insight.

"Doesn't your daughter have a family other than her father? Count Turan's family is a great nobleman fighting for one or two in Genos, isn't it?

"Um, well, I guess there's a bunch of blood folks there. The only people who live in this mansion are Tatsuji Refraia. All you have to do is work for servants and soldiers. If I didn't have a guest like my father, there wouldn't even be someone for her to chat with easily."

"I see..."

"So it doesn't matter at all if you're going to imitate this and your father's going to be mad at you - so if you care about yourself at all, I'm glad to hear it, or something, that girl..."

"Really? Well, if it's not in this situation, it's like I want you to feel sorry for me."

But then, there's no place for my fist to swing down.

Was I, after all, just in a position to get caught up in an aristocratic parent-child fight?

"Besides, I can't forgive you for putting Asta in such an eye, but I don't think that girl herself dreamed that Asta would be dissatisfied with it. It seems so honorable to be greeted as a cook in this mansion. And yet, how come this guy doesn't appreciate it! I think I'm thinking about it."

"Hmm, that's just a disagreement."

"And instead of asking me to do it properly in words, he brought me here forcefully - I guess it was Musul's fault, not Refraia"

"Musul?"

"If you've met Refraia, you've met Musul, haven't you? He's a brown-haired martial artist like Karon."

"Oh, that's him. Yeah, I think the executioner who took me must be that guy."

"I knew it! He seems to have been tight since Refraia was born and has been used as a escort. When it comes to loyalty, it sounds good, but there's an inexplicable part of it that seems to do any evil for Refraia. Even when Leflaia and I were having a verbal fight, I almost got beaten up. Of course Larvis stopped me."

"... I see. A selfish princess and a martial arts officer with a blind eye."

Anyway, it is an unsettling combination.

I just don't know how Sanjula gets involved there after all.

Still, only one thing was clear.

After all, it's the man who's the key.

Nair is probably looking at the face of Musul, who went up to the "Xuanrong Pavilion" under the guise of a guest. If you're stuck in the castle town, you may not be afraid of being put through, but if you manage to tell Zashma about it, it will be possible to move Melfried.

"Well, Deal, if you ever get a chance to get out of Inn Town, could you also tell him about the man named Musul? That way my countrymen might be able to charge him as a sinner."

"Okay. I promise.... So, what about Refraia? The next time I see her face, I think I'm gonna want to yell at her headless."

"No, that's dangerous. You'd better never understand that me and Deal face each other like this."

"Um, but I think that girl's probably gonna brag to me about Asta, right? I got your favorite cook! Say something."

"Huh? If you do that, you're gonna expose the guilt of people, too, right?

"Why don't you hide it and tell me you hired it in silver or something? Because of that girl's character, there's no way I can keep my mouth shut anyway."

What is she, a broken daughter, without looking over?

Is that going to be a ski on this one - so far, I feel like I've been working all the way in the wrong direction.

"In that case, it would be helpful if you could keep the conversation appropriately together... Anyway, I would be most grateful if you could act as a messenger to the Inn Town. In order to do that, I think we'd better not be alarmed as much as possible"

"Ugh, okay. I'll try to be patient somehow. I'm the reason this happened.... I'm so sorry, Asta..."

And, Deal ends up with another squeaky face.

I could no longer squeeze the strength to smile, but I slapped him to strength his shoulders.

"Don't apologize to me so many times. Besides, if Deal's eating with me, I think I can cook without feeling so vain from tomorrow, too, right?

"... yeah. I'd love to have Asta's cooking, too."

I nodded at Dial, who laughed like a soldier, and then I put my hand on the window.

I am intrigued by the impersonation of rock climbing again, keeping in mind that there is no shadow of a watchdog or outpost.

When I got sweaty and went back to my room, I was greeted by the soft glance of Chiffon-Cher, who was lying on the sleeping table in the same position.

"Dear Asta... You've come to see me again..."

Releasing her mouth and arm restraints, Chiffon-Cher smiled with the same eye.

"I hope you're not offended... I'm so glad to see you again..."

There are a lot of people in this hall.

There may not be many rooted villains in there.

But still, my breasts were blocked by sadness, anguish and helplessness.

Coming to this other world, the full moon and a half - I finally fell into a situation where I had an evening without an eye-fa.

With what thoughts would Ai-Fa be spending this evening?

All I could do was desperately deal with the pain that had occurred in my chest as I flew my gaze to the blue and white moon I could see through the window.