Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from th

All that was left was me and my female parental tart.

"You said you were running away at night. You have household tools... Everyone wants to carry out something that is a parent's vision. And there's something faster to sell, so we'll do it on behalf of our client."

"That's also a tough business to imagine…"

Tart invited me to the back. It seems to mean follow me.

I followed the redhead's nagging back and was led through the store part of the antiques store to the second floor of the store.

"Come on, let's talk."

The second floor was a strange place with integrated assembly and rest spaces.

There is only one room, a living space, such as a bed or cooking area, lined with a desk and a round chair for the men to gather.

Then I wondered where this woman's private life was, and it was such a weird house that I wanted to doubt it.

"The wedding is today. Around noon today."

"Sounds like it, no, alcohol is fine"

As I sat at the table and looked around, the tart laid down a shot glass of fire wine and crystal.

Apparently, they don't use that hourglass. Does that mean you're welcome?

"You won't be able to move out at night anyway. Drink."

"You're an imposing man, and I'm convinced you're Barney's old friend."

I turned it down but the shot glass was poured with fire liquor.

It's distilled liquor, because of its strong liquor, that's all the price. I only had one drink because I had no choice.

"Guided interrogation? That idiot is from the old town here. You've had a bad relationship since then."

"I didn't mean to say that, but I felt that way thinly. You two seem to have been very close..."

Emptying the glass pours a second cup.

So I deliberately slipped away from the tart, and now I have lowered my hood to distract my other attention.

"You're a strange one... Ask me about your selfishness or tease Bernie's idiot...... At least it doesn't look like you know the devil."

"I am a stranger. Can't you find out where Sister Cookles, the night escaper tart, is?

"That's easier than pissing, but what the hell are you gonna do?

"Yes, I came here with the intention of kidnapping you. Believing Barney's words, Sarasar is a very bad manly man, so I thought I'd invite Cookles to this world."

You like the story. Tart laughs at just one mouth.

Then he turned off his grin and let one of his teeth eat off instead and sober up all at once.

If you get tired of it, turn the bottom of the liquor bottle at me in a grumpy mood.

"Oh, Salazar is the worst scumbag I've ever seen, and I agree with you.... Thank you."

It's a straightforward sign of intent to pour me alcohol, and I obeyed it for no reason to oppose it.

From tone to taste to attitude to hair tone, the shopkeeper tart feels strong in all respects.

"No......"

"Of course Bernie hates it, and his mistake in maneuvering killed the knight Goliath. I was ordered to reckless manoeuvre, and it didn't end up being anything, not the end of that loyalty."

"I mean, from your point of view, you think kidnapping isn't wrong?

"Right..."

A small gold hourglass is removed from the pocket and placed making a noise on the table.

Excited, booze or cheek-red tart looked at it with a cheek wand and thought.

Its face rises when all of the gold sand flows down.

"The opponent is royal, the next king, and now the king is old, and Prince Sarasar is a butchy, nasty opponent..."

"That's also something that the super big guy has seen, and so has she"

How unreasonable it would be for such a gentle coucle to be chosen according to more.

If this happened, I would have had no more luck, and I would have had to break it off.

"But it would be benevolent to throw you out like this, which has done Liseri good"

"Oh, I want to tell you something about that. We've decided to accept that palsy patient as an immigrant."

It's trivial, when I told him so sarcastically, Tart's eyes widened wide.

Just a little bit, it doesn't look like your sister or moist. I also saw inspiration and relief, if not mistake.

"Are you guys okay...? Accepting those kids means... putting them at a disadvantage...?

"I made up my mind after understanding it all, Bernie agreed with me on Yakeshit, too, that I had to be abandoned as a former knight"

"Ha, I can see that in your eyes."

Tart started thinking again.

I didn't put the hourglass down to see if the next one had no stopping.

"The question is how and when. In four hours' time, the night will be dawn, and I've been searching for Prince Salazar's villa, and it'll be morning soon."

"Yeah... I shouldn't have taken a nap if this was happening"

"After the wedding, Sarasar takes Mr. Sister back to the capital. If that happens, I'm done. You can't leave the palace after a honeymoon unless it's a corpse..."

"If I had not said anything extra, she would not have made a decision so quickly. I'm not saying it's my fault, but I want to do something about it."

Then the redhead tart rose roughly. It's a reliable look, I see why you admire me for being a woman.

I'll find out where you are by dawn.

"... no, I knew you'd wait a moment"

"Oh, my God, oh, my God. I don't have time to do this. Yo!

"Question. Cookles also has relatives, associates and close associates. What would happen to them if she disappeared over the villa?

Maybe Tart understood that, it doesn't look like it moved much.

I just pounded my tongue in disgust.

"The good news is, Village Eight Minutes, in some cases belly down... there's no chance they'll even kill you. He ran away at Setouchi and crushed the face of the next king, Salazar."

"Then she wouldn't shake her head vertically if I shoved her into the villa, would she? It's the type that chooses self-sacrifice."

If harm is done to those close to me, I will be hated, and that will not repay me in the first place.

...... then we have no choice.

"Please arrange a wedding schedule, a cathedral floor plan, and a mask"

"Become, what is that?! Are you going to attack the royal wedding?!

"Yes, if you were to have been kidnapped by a villain, those around Cookles wouldn't be hurt. It's okay, I have another hidden ball besides anti-gravity."

And I took out the book of Nacoto, and turned it into a great deal.

I put that on the booze stained table and opened the page.

antigravity, then I'll show you how to sleep. That this is my usable wife.

"I'm surprised... but I see, this might do it. Escape force utilizing anti-gravity and the pressure of the sleep...... Well, that's not bad..."

But it was then. Suddenly a rough night breeze poured in and the pages of the book turned.

But from there on out was a blank page, which should have been, but it didn't turn out to be a blurry book.

Because on the following pages, there were faint letters that could not have been and illustrations floating around.

"What is this?

"Ha... the previous page from here should have been white, but that's weird..."

It's not a decent read.

The name of the procedure is [xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Hmm. Well, then we'll be able to read properly in a while, won't we?

"I see, is the interpretation that the page is about to be born"

It was an unidentified book to make.

Maybe there are more pages in Patia's book as well? I need to check this when I get home.

"I'll be sure to thank you, if you don't mind, for Cookles' night escape - no, can you help me with the kidnapping, Tart"

"Oh, my God, don't be so absurd now! The diocese has our collaborators, too, so we'll do everything we can now and we'll be back in the morning. Oh, I don't need a thank you, just make Liseri happy, that's fine, because I'll believe it on my own, Electrum Bell."

"Sure, I promise you"

Turning down my drop-off, Tart disappeared into the old town at night like an arrow.

Then I slept till time - and patiently walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, where I wanted to mumble, and took my collection of speeches.

My sleep acts in a way that pushes my drowsiness.

Therefore, if I fell asleep and was satisfied, it could have damaged me.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

The Night Runner Tart delivered the item as promised.

They prepared plans for the cathedral of Lehm, a wedding schedule, and a creepy, faceless white mask.

But Tart does more work than the leap pros, the sought after accomplishments.

Even internal collaborators who endorse the kidnapping plan, she was the one who procured it for me.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Meanwhile, in those days, Patia...

Late at night, she was leaking some weird sleeping remarks.

"Patia, to you... it will be... Lots, maho, oben... boobs, get big... Momomi, hehe, hehe..."

"Ugh... haha, ahhh... Knock, knock..."

He also buried Rick the Bull Demon's chest that night while falling asleep, making Barney sleepless.

"Lord Patty, what a sloppy face to sleep... Ha... come back safely, cat human. Wash your face..."

"Ahhhh, ahhh..."

"Guhehehehe..."

Can you sleep, you idiot... that's why.