Chapter 6 Would I Like to Give You an Italian Dinner?
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I thought to myself, looking at the two people in front of me.
ββ¦β¦ Oh, the old man is talking about your greedy blood. Luvia Zerita Edfeldt. β
"It's an honor. β
The old man in the wheelchair and the tsundere lady looked at each other and smiled.
The smile in this case is like a glove thrown in a knight's fehde, and it is the white and unsullied beauty that is enough to inflict a decisive wound on the dignity of the other party, and it is a substitute for that.
"Hmph, the most beautiful hyena in the world ...... just a nouveau riche of the Renaissance, but he likes to shamelessly intervene in the world's strife and take away the treasure of magic, so he got such a nickname. β
"I'm glad to have your comments. In other words, we are so afraid of the Edfeldt family, but no one has stepped in to stop us from enjoying the fruits. Again, I prefer the term hunter to hyenas. Of course, it doesn't hurt to use le-chasseur in French. β
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To be honest, my head felt like it was going to explode.
If this continues, these two people will definitely fight. Although it is just a gut feeling, these two will definitely fight over [this little thing].
"Speaking of which, are you here because there's something wrong with the [Magic Mark]?"
ββ¦β¦ Ha. What stupid things you scavenger say. β
"Is that so?"
The girl tilted her head.
"Of course, the Sisamond family can't beat history, I've heard that too old engravings can be moldy. Yes, it takes a long time to cultivate the bloodline of magic, but even a thousand years can be a problem, isn't it?
The girl with a blue ribbon has a smile on her lips.
"That's why you're here to ask the restorer, Griwin Ashuburn, isn't it?"
An unusual commotion flashed through the halls of Stripping City.
The blonde raised an eyebrow, revealing a subtle hint of horror.
"Restorer?"
"It's the lord of this stripped city, Adela. He is indeed a high-ranking magician, but at the same time he has a slightly different identity. β
There was a whisper between Grey and Uncle Grey, small but within my acceptable range. But is it really good for you to watch like this? These two are really going to fight? I can already smell the smell of gunpowder all around. Hurry up and stop it.
The old man looked very displeased and tapped his index finger on the armrest of the wheelchair. He clasped the leather with his withered fingers, then looked up.
ββ¦β¦ What about Edfeldt, then, who had come to Ashobourne's estate to notice that his mark was inappropriate. β
"Oh, that's rude. Do you think I'm an immature person who can damage the magic mark?"
The girl raised the corners of her mouth and lifted the skirt of the dress.
It's not so much a curtsy as a knight's sword salute.
"It's just that wouldn't it be cruel to let such a valuable technology be lost in vain. At least let me have a place for it at the end of the collection, thinking that's how I came here. β
Good guys, can you just ignite the explosives bag without even using flint and steel. It's really going to be a fight, and although I don't know why you're so eager to try, it's really unbearable to start fighting because of [this reason]. Go up and stop it.
That's when it happened.
"Oh?"
The first to raise his head was Uncle Desert.
It is a lookout on the second floor of the foyer. The woman's white fingers ran over the handrail made of English oak, staring at it.
She wears glasses.
Black hair. Much longer than the blonde tsundere, the long hair was like a combed night, reaching to the ankles. And, the icing on the cake for her figure was the costume that was not inferior to her long hair and her beauty, with strange long sleeves depicting bright flowers.
οΌβ¦β¦ Kimono?)
I'm really close to RB. I muttered unconsciously.
ββ¦β¦ I've kept you waiting. β
She pushed her glasses down with her fingers.
The butler, who had just greeted us in front of the main city, had now moved to the woman's side.
"I'm Ryori Kano from the Clock Tower, who was appointed as the administrator of Griwin Ashuburn's estate. β
The magicians were in a commotion again.
The Department of Justice and Politics seems to be a word that has a deep meaning for them.
Ryori looked down at them and pulled out a letter.
This letter is very similar to the invitation sent to Masterβhowever, next to the seal of the Ashubern's house, it is also stamped with the seal of the Clock Tower's Law and Political Affairs Division.
"So,"
The woman declared.
"The last words of Griwin Ashuburn are hereby published. β
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Time comes back to the present.
Ah, yes, these are just the memories of a teenager. After all, he quietly hid after that in order to avoid detecting the identity of the intruder, and did not come out until everyone disbanded, and then continued to follow Gray and his party. So the above is just to let the reader understand the situation, but to be honest, this kind of word count is quite emotional.
Then, the perspective of the girl Grey -
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ββVery, very difficult.
There is no salvation, there is no power, and even a feeling of hopelessness.
"For, for, why did you come into my room!"
The porcelain-like cheeks were dyed bright red, and it was none other than Luvia Zerita Edfeldt herself who was excitedly questioning us.
Master, on the other hand, was perfectly stiff the moment he opened the bronze door.
If he could, he would have liked to close the door immediately and pretend he didn't see anything, but the door was too heavy for Master's thin arms. Moreover, the other party's angry posture did not allow him to escape reality at all.
As if ready to sleep, the girl changed into a white nightdress.
This one is also made of fine silk, and it must have scared people's eyes out of the price, but it is still cute. Although the lace is a little messy, this design does not damage the girl's slender body. β¦β¦ Speaking of which, after the door opened, her first reaction was to hide behind the pillow and wondered if it was a puppy doll.
The impression is that it is a children's program, and the story of an anthropomorphic puppy who loves cooking and incarnates as a knight at a critical moment to stand up is really a role that embodies the girl's dream. In addition, I only knew about this because I saw it on the TV in my dormitory by a very coincidence shortly after I arrived in London...... Of course, I didn't change to that station purposefully at that time, and I didn't deliberately vacate a certain time period of the week now, I hope you can remember it.
"What the hell is going on! If you have an excuse, please tell me now!"
With tears in her eyes, she puffed out her chest so that the doll would not be seen, and the effort was so touching that she burst into tears.
But even if she hadn't done this, I don't think Master would have noticed, but if she comforted her like this, it felt like something more important would have collapsed.
"Hey, why are you here? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Isn't the room on that side?"
Finished.
The boy's desperate death proclamation continues.
"The name of the room here is Michael, isn't it Mihael?
Please don't say any more, it's really going to be a murder. By the way, when I saw the metal sign, I told Master that it seemed to be me.
ββ¦β¦ Uh-huh, this isβ"
"Yes, I'm sorry, it looks like it's me, it's wrong. β
I'm sorry Master, but it looks like you're going to die here. If you can, I hope you don't hate me when you die.
ββ¦β¦ So, get mentally prepared, right?"
The pressure gradually gathered on the girl's arms. Even the air around it changed, and the spiral began to accelerate.
In the moment before the pressure was released, the teenager, who was completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation, made a sound.
"Huh, there's a doll on your bed. β
The attack turned.
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