"Why did you suddenly talk about ore?"

Rod asked suspiciously.

"If you don't like it, forget it."

Melina exhaled and turned her face away, a feeling of grievance welled up in her heart. I don't mean anything else, but it seems that kindness can always be misunderstood.

"Alas, good sister." Rod hurriedly grabbed her little hand with both hands, and in an instant, thoughts such as "so soft", "such a weak hand", "very suitable for going to France for a manicure...], "I'm just, just a little less confident." ”

"Not too confident about what?"

Melina felt the temperature of the other party's palm, and felt a little ashamed in her heart.

This witch's body temperature is quite high, there is a kind of...

Whew, there is a hot feeling.

It's so hot.

"Huh?"

"I'm not very confident in myself, I'm not a good witch of any kind. I can also see that you rarely change people, so I'm afraid that what I change is not going in a good direction. ”

"A potential junior?"

"Will it be a credit? I mean, if you buy a lot of minerals for your family, will it be considered your merit? She asked.

There is absolutely no little girl who can withstand this hand.

Rod looked melancholy:

"Hmm." Rod nodded, "The pursuit of more and more powerful juniors is the goal of all witch families. We believe that one day, we will give birth to a witch who will conquer the world. But... As the war progresses, this kind of gestation becomes more and more bottomless..."

Eating soft rather than hard has become part of her personality. Very rarely eat hard and not soft, but that is only a precious Melina mutation record, the real situation is still like now, being coaxed by a scumbag girl in her arms for a few words, she nodded softly to forgive each other.

When she scolded the witch that it was a heater, she was caught off guard and pulled a little closer, almost into Rod's arms. As soon as you look up, you can meet Rod's impressive, multi-layered crimson eyes.

"Hmm..."

"Charge as much as you want." Rod said, immediately excited, "My family is quite large, if I have a chance in the future, I can take you to see the composite space composed of dozens of folding spaces...... Oh, I mean, I can eat as much as you want. ”

She lay back, relaxing everywhere in her body.

"Of course." Rhodes said, "We are very short of minerals, we need training, we need to build weapons, we need to make magic runes, and we also need to curry favor with some other witches, in short, minerals are very important to a witch family, second only to potential juniors." ”

It's so comfortable, I want to stay here for the rest of my life.

Melina thought distractedly.

"You're so good, it's a foil to my lack of confidence."

"So the ore business—" Melina said halfway through.

Very confident.

Although the witch is full of lies, who told Melina to eat this set herself?

Melina pushed her away and sat back in her place reservedly, looking up at the sea of stars. They were near a moonshine salt mine, and the air was filled with the fragrance of roasted tea leaves.

"I'm a little unsure if I'll be able to respond to the expectations."

Seeing her worried, Melina felt a stump in her heart, and asked casually:

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Didn't you say you're a war hero?"

"Of course, I have taught other witches fiercely, and sent them to the underworld to chat with their ancestors."

Melina turned her head sideways:

"Will you also have children?"

Rhodes blushed and whispered, "... Probably not. ”

Melina was a little pleased, but asked with a pretended emotionless expression:

"Why?"

Why do you care? Is it possessiveness between friends?

"Possibly..."

Rod's voice grew quieter:

"Maybe I haven't waited for the right person yet."

They looked at the sky, watched the stars flowing, and admired the colorful starry curtain brought by the brilliant factor flow across the sky, there was no moon, but the stars were still beautiful.

"Hey, Rod."

"I'm here?"

"After making meritorious deeds, does the witch still need to continue to go to the battlefield?"

"Probably yes..."

"A long mineral trading channel?"

"I..."

"I only trade with you, I only contact you, and other than that, I don't recognize anyone else in the Ludwig family."

Rod smiled with relief:

"You're forcing me out of the fray?"

"Nope." Melina replied very quickly, "I'm just used to trading with acquaintances, so please don't think about some superfluous, dirty, and adulterous fantasies about beautiful girls." ”

"Huh? Older single? I, I'm just able to..."

Rod turned his head angrily, but after less than two seconds, he turned his head with a smile:

"I knew you were so reluctant to me, did you fall in love with me?"

Melina's eyes widened, and her expression suddenly became cold:

"It's so narcissistic, it's ridiculous that you can be a war hero like this. In order to prevent you from hurting your teammates, I think it's better for people like you to take a back seat. ”

“……”

Rhodes had wondered if he would be like countless predecessors, do his best, and one day fall into the hands of a witch who is better and more powerful than himself. She had thought about a romantic death. She had been fearless, striking even when life was already swaying in the wind.

But today, she was a little scared.

Fear of the consequences of 'death'.

It's not unbearable to leave, but thinking about the expressions and feelings of the people who are left after I leave.

She was inexplicably timid.

"Well, I promise you that I won't go to war again, unless I have to..."

"Nerves." Melina scolded, "What do you mean by promising me?" I don't have that kind of request. ”

Annoyingly, Rhodes doesn't fight back when he's scolded, just looks at her with a smile like a sunny girl, and smiles more energetically when she's angry.

"I'm going to get paid a lot."

"Tell me about it."

"Magic scrolls, magic books, and gems, and I want you to develop spells for me." Melina made a barrage of demands.

"Technical exchanges... Well, yes, in fact, it's still me taking advantage, shouldn't you..."

"Please don't make unwarranted associations, Miss Narcissist."

"Okay, what do you want, what magic do I develop?"

Realizing that Rhodes really intended to retreat from the battlefield, Melina felt a sense of relief.

It's like...

How do you say it?

It was as if an unclear countdown above my head had suddenly stopped.

Peace of mind...

How insecure am I to find reassurance in a woman of another race who isn't a banshee? Melina scolded herself a little, and then said:

"Developing a magic that works for me may make my technology stronger."

"That's it."

(End of chapter)