"Can the beautiful lady invite you to breakfast?"

"I'm sorry I refused."

This scene of dialogue, every morning, takes place at Hughira's doorstep. This Clea kraft candy is simply incomprehensible! I don't know how many times I was rejected, but my fighting spirit has not diminished at all, but it has become even higher.

At this point, Lotta felt great admiration.

If it were him, I wouldn't have been able to give up a long time ago.

Therefore, the first element of chasing girls is to have thick skin, and it doesn't hurt if you are beaten. Moreover, the mental tenacity is rejected, and no matter how many times it will not give up.

It's a pity that this Clea is not chasing a girl.

At least, in terms of real gender.

Lotta squatted on the table to the side, and wanted to laugh when she saw this scene. This smile was not a mockery, but more of a tease of Hughilla. And every time at this time, Hughira stepped forward with his cheeks puffed out and stretched out his little hand to flick his nose.

"Make you laugh, make you laugh!"

"Meow ha!"

"Lotta hates!"

While being chased and running, Lotta did not forget to continue to tease him.

"You see, people chase you so closely, to the point of being intoxicated, you just forget it."

What he didn't expect, however, was Hughira's next answer.

"It's not good to just say yes."

"Wait...... Wait a minute! What the hell is your reaction!? You shouldn't be angry, just hit me with something, right? Yell that I'm a boy, right? ”

Lotta braked sharply and slammed into the wall, clutching her head and turning to look at Hughira. found that the latter was standing in place a little shyly, pinching the corners of his clothes, his eyes were a little wandering, and his cheeks were slightly red.

That kind of expression.

That kind of demeanor.

Hundreds of thousands of alpacas rushed through Lotta's heart, pulling him into a mess.

That's what the hell meows.

What the hell?

What kind of painting style is it?

Or what kind of bloody drama twist?

"You, you, you......"

"I think the knights are like that, they have to fight the dragon that guards the princess first, and then go through a difficult journey. Along the way, they supported each other, helped each other, and gradually fell in love with each other. Appointments, games, running in the sunset. Night generals, candlelight dinners, drinking centuries-old wine, dancing in the moonlight. Slightly drunk, kissed, and then ........."

With that, Hughira covered her red cheeks, and even smoked from her head.

Lotta:......

"Wait! That's not the point! Am I opening it the wrong way? Hughira, you drank fake wine yesterday?! ”

Lotta sensed that Hughira was not normal.

This semi-acceptance pushes to the attitude, which does not match his gender.

I just got Hughira's strategy method, and it can be easy to raid it...... Phew, that's a boy, raider yarn.

"Lotta, in fact, you started with a false inference. I was trained as a girl since I was a child, not to hide my identity, and my father was not a pervert, but because ...... My peculiarity. ”

"Forehead ......"

Lotta blinked her little eyes, suddenly thought of something cold sweat, took two steps back and stuck to the wall, and looked at Hughira with a frightened expression.

"Could it be that you were born to bend?!"

"You...... You ......"

Hughira's little face turned red again, and she stomped her feet angrily and said:

"Have you ever heard of the fringed sandpiper?"

"Amount...... Could it be ......?"

Lotta's little eyes widened instantly, he remembered in which book he had seen this amazing animal.

"Using them as a metaphor for our family is very vivid. There are three types of males, independent, satellite, and Fidel......"

Listening to Hughira's explanation, the knowledge in Lotta's mind also overlapped again. He seemed to understand something, and with an expression of disbelief, he looked at the writhing Hughira.

"Fidel is special and rare in our Trojan family, but he represents power. The chance of birth is only 5%, but the Fidel type occupies 1/2 ......of the strong generals of the past generations produced by our family."

Lotta's face of despair.

The Fidel type can be described as one of the amazing birds of the tasseled sandpiper.

"Pseudo-Niang"

"Pseudo-female"

Or, "cute boys", well, very rare branches.

This type of bird can behave as male or female, and the two roles are reversed.

And...... Very welcome.

Regardless of magnetism, it will mate with Fidel......

Compare Hughilla's ...... It's the blood in his body that has inherited some kind of excellent genes, but he has become like this on the outside.

However, in this world, rare equals powerful, and the two are basically linked.

He seemed to suddenly understand that Hughira could leapfrog the challenge and kill the high-level warlock with the strength of an intermediate warrior, not because of the assistance of the Golden Dragon's Claw, but because of his own strength. At the advanced level, the combat power of the Warlock is higher than that of other professions.

Rare, powerful, beautiful, attackable, capable of men and women......

"He's meowing, is there such a magical person in the world?"

The world is so big that there are no surprises.

"Your family, it's really ...... Awesome......"

Lotta didn't know where to complain. Hughie stretched out his little fingers and poked them together, his gaze wandering, not daring to look at Lotta. weak said:

"So...... That kind of thing is not unacceptable or anything......"

The sound grew quieter and quieter, and finally it was almost silent.

Lotta pushed back and fell directly on the platform, meowing and screaming, with all fours facing the sky.

Hughira was startled, hurriedly walked around and crouched down, reaching out to pick up Lotta.

"Lotta! Are you okay! ”

"Mud Kai!"

"Lotta, don't do that."

Hughira was impulsive not to let go, and Lotta struggled. Symbolically, of course, stretching out the paws. Hughira buried her head in Lotta, rubbing against his soft fur, and suddenly sighed, her eyes closed.

"Lotta, how nice it is that you are a girl~ That must be very cute, soft ......"

"Are you blind? Which of your eyes looks at me like a woman? ”

Lotta rolled her eyes.

According to his character, if he becomes a girl, I'm afraid it will be...... The combination of a black belly and a strange woman, a female man and a sick woman, and a variety of bad bodies.

"I'm just making an analogy."

"If I become a human, I will also be a pure man."

"In that case, it's not impossible to ......"

Hughira's gaze wandered, as if she was thinking about something she shouldn't think about. The look, the posture, the shy little girl's expression. Lotta looked desperate with a look on her face, and shouted in her heart, "Don't bend!" "Stretch out his claws and pull Hughira's hair hard.

"Ahhhh Don't do this kind of biased thing for me! ”

"It hurts! Don't pull my hair! ”

"Let's go! Everyone else is waiting outside! ”