The time for the return trip passed quickly.

Rydge is prone to falling asleep in confined vehicles, and sleep can speed up the passage of a boring time. They are already in the skies over the Philippines, getting closer and closer to Japan.

Outside the airship was the boundless night, and the behemoth was gliding through the dark clouds, the searchlight in front of the cockpit casting two huge pillars of light, watching the airspace ahead.

Like a seated statue of a monk and witch, Fujinaga sat motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window for hours, the cardboard box at his feet filled with empty wine bottles.

Inside is a very famous Australian spirit, called Cradle Mountain Alpine Trail, with an alcohol content of 48.7% ABV. The neck of the bottle is a gorgeous silver with a reddish-brown body and the name of the wine is printed on the side, Cradle Mountain'The Alpine Trail' Single Malt Whisky.

A fiery whisky that celebrates the unique Alpine landscape of the Tasmanian Highlands, it is made from Macquarie barley and pure Cradle Mountain spring water, aged in new, lightly charred American oak barrels, non-condensing and tastes like a blend of Alpine wildflowers, fresh leaves from ancient water green trees and freshly sawn oak stumps.

With each bottle, she would glance back at Ruiji lying in a hammock.

Rui Ji hugged the three days and moon, and slept endlessly since the return trip, not noticing that she was drinking like a whirlwind on her side. Three Rizuki stared at her with blood-red eyes and knew everything.

She was on the airship from the beginning, and Riki and Fujinaga were drinking beer at the rocks by the sea, and she hid in the bushes to observe, waiting for a suitable opportunity to appear.

It seems that the little girl surnamed Fujinaga deceived Ruiji.

A little white lie, pretending to be a bad drinker and getting drunk after two bottles, takes the opportunity to throw herself into the arms of other witches, a trick much like a young girl would use.

Three Riyue has no objection to the master being able to unite with other witches. In the process of their union, the self who is the object of the contract can also draw magic from it and become powerful, beneficial and harmless.

You can act as if you don't know what to do, and let Fujinaga use a reasonable amount of caution to knock open Ruiji's wooden head.

It was a waste to do nothing at the beach and in the tent, which were obviously two great opportunities. The witches of the Warring States period would not be so reserved, and the witches who were pulled into the tent by them would not leave until the next morning with a tired face.

The contemporary witch's view and practice of love is simply incomprehensible to Mikazuki, especially Fujinaga's approach, which is as gentle as a rabbit.

Fujinaga sneezed. She hurried to finish the last bottle of Alpine Trail, asked the maid witch to clean up the bottle, and used the air freshening magic to remove the smell of alcohol from her body and the reception room, as if nothing had happened.

I can't let anyone else know that she can drink well for the time being.

Ruiji slept until nearly midnight, and was woken up by the three days and moons that were pressed against her. Three Riyue is like the protagonist in countless pet videos, unscrupulously stepping on the owner's face to spread wild, and trying not to stretch out his paws to scratch his face.

Essentially, she's a weirdo, not a real cat, and if you're completely trapped in the role of a cat, you'll definitely be laughed at by other weirdos.

In the past, it was a disaster, and the legendary strange story that shocked countless witches was reduced to relying on a high school witch to live, and there is indeed a sense of pathos for the end of the strong.

Mikazuki stomped on Riji's face several times, sweeping her cheeks, nose and lips with her cattail. If she had been in human form, Riki would have been pressed against a tatami mat and stomped her waist and thighs in her boots.

"It's so itchy......"

The itchy sensation prompted Ryki to wake up from her sleep and remove what was pressing on her face. There was a soft flocculent mass in his mouth, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a black ball of cat hair.

Spit out the cat hair in her mouth, she was completely sleepy, but she didn't dare to make a move on the three days and moons lying on her lap, and let her show a sassy expression.

But after thinking about it, the contracted monster will be subject to backlash if he doesn't accept the master's orders, and the backlash varies from witch to witch, and the larger the witch's magic power reserves, the stronger the backlash.

This knowledge is all turned out of the original memory, and the source is the mother's long-term experience of dealing with strange stories.

Only witches who dare to sign a contract with strange talks can enjoy such treatment, and Ruiji can't wait for Mikazuki to accept the instructions and verify whether this previous experience is wrong.

Just take it as a small practice, not to bully strange talk.

Ritch thought about the content of the command and pulled out the portable holly wooden staff. Although the previous ash staff was burned by the original Ruiji, it did not affect her from bringing other staffs.

The staff was kept in the family's warehouse and was an item used by the paternal mother. The matrilineal mother's staff was made of acacia wood, which was expensive, and Shizuru was worried that she would destroy the heavens, so she had already taken it for her own use.

The staff is a magical thing, it will accept the heir of the original owner and become her exclusive staff until she dies and a new heir is born.

Each witch can use more than one staff, and the staff used for daily spellcasting and combat can be separated, and the three days and moons in the form of knives can obviously be used as combat staffs.

The staff was aimed at the cat-like Three Sun Moon, "Get down, then roll over to reveal your belly." ”

There is a classic saying that when girls apologize to each other, they have to show their belly, and Sanriyue is considered an elderly girl in a sense, so there is nothing wrong with doing so.

Mikazuki was very unhappy to be sent, the last time she obeyed her master's orders was the last time, and she was really a little unaccustomed to staying in the small narrow space behind the shrine for so many years.

Every weird talk has a temper, and she belongs to the category of big tempers.

But soon, her body as a cat stiffened as if electrocuted, and turned into a fried-haired cat-worm, revealing a belly with a little white hair, the black fluff on her tail swelled to the limit, and her mouth let out a wail of dissatisfaction.

"I don't poke it."

It's cool to say what you say, and next time it's time to let her wear all kinds of swimsuits, and it's not impossible to wear more exciting clothes, such as hollow aprons.

Turning the big strange talk of the Warring States period into a private viewing hanger has to be said to be a good idea with individual ingenuity.

Ruiji was worried that the careful Fujinaga would find out if he continued to play, so he had to resist this impulse and wave his staff to release the confinement of Mikazuki.

She saw a word from the expression of the three days and moons—in the same vein.

The former owners, Ruiji and Shizuru's mothers, also "bullied" Mikazuki when she was young, making her turn into a cat and show her belly like she does now.

Fujinaga watched all this silently, his heart filled with anxiety.

The closer you get to Tokyo, the more anxious you become.