Miranda looked at my injured hands and frowned. Then he took out a roll of bandages from the bag tied around his waist and carefully wound them.

"I don't know your little Jiujiu yet?"

After tying one hand, I looked up and saw my nonchalant expression. Miranda couldn't help but add strength to her hands, and then tied a small bow at the wrist.

Seeing that I was inhaling cold air in pain, I grabbed my other hand with satisfaction and continued the work just now. With a broken mouth,

"Do you still know that it hurts, let you have a long memory!" As he spoke, the force in his hand inevitably increased.

"Hiss......" "Hey, sister, you're a communiqué personal vendetta!"

"Hmm, is there any?" said Miranda's hand.

"Mmmmmmmmmm

（-_-

What kind of angel is this? It's a demon. There is definitely a demon living in Miranda's head. The pain in my hand strengthened my thoughts.

Although, this little pain is only a small meaning for me.

The original intention was to alleviate Miranda's anger.

"Ahh

Just as I was looking at the sky in distraction, Miranda, who had already tied my hands, was obviously very dissatisfied with my performance. He grabbed my ear.

"Do you know how dangerous your move just now is?"

(It seems that she is still not ready to give up on preaching to me.) ）

"Sister Miranda, I know it's wrong. Can you let go first? It hurts, it really hurts!" In order to reduce the burden on my ears, I had to tilt my head and keep begging for mercy.

The soldiers watching were dumbfounded.

Is this still the legendary "madman" just now?

"Do you have any opinions?" Miranda looked around.

The onlookers hurriedly shook their heads and gestured with their white hands.

"No, no, no!"

"Then why don't you let someone out?"

"Whew!". In the blink of an eye, the onlookers brushed to make way for a passage.

Miranda didn't care what the others were saying, grabbed my ear, and walked in the direction of the courtyard.

It wasn't until we disappeared into the monastery's gates that the prefect on duty realized a serious problem.

waved his adjutant and beckoned, "Pass the order, don't see today's events." "Oh, no. It never happened. ”

The adjutant was a little puzzled as to why his commander had suddenly issued such an order.

"If this kind of thing gets out, it gets back to the fortress. Do you think we're going to have a good life? Maybe we'll be killed for some reason. ”

(Hmm, what a shadow Herara has left on them, I say.) ）

......

"Hahaha!" came a hearty laugh from the aisle of the gate.

"It looks like we warriors don't look like warriors at all right now!"

From afar, Montor saw someone who had been chased back by Miranda's ears.

The scene was extremely embarrassing.

Just by listening to the laughter, I knew it was Montor.

"Good day, Father!" I was not very polite to this good old man.

Miranda, who was on the side, complained a little and said, "Father, look what you are used to Anna." ”

It wasn't until I had walked a few steps that I saw another person standing next to Montor. (Because I've been pinched by Miranda's ears, I haven't thought about it any way.) Maybe it's really the regression of bodily perception?)

"Quasi... Brigadier General?"

I didn't recognize who this person was, but I could tell the level of this person just from his clothes.