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

When we finished hunting for distractions, Patia slept there when we returned to our room, its study bed.

Were you supposed to have gone to Gia's room, but you came back lonely?

"Sooo, sooo... sooo... sooooo, sooo... coo..."

"What kind of dream is that..."

I will also go up to bed and envelop myself with Patia's favorite fudge.

Then I fell asleep late.

Maybe Patia, who sleeps in peace, gave me drowsiness.

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The next morning, Patia noticed the presence of the flute.

I'm sure he made a discord trying to blow it, which caused my awakening.

"Oh, cat, did I come? Hey, hey, more than that, this heck, could it be a cat?

"Well, why would you think that?"

"It was by the cat. - And - Sasabu? Because it was a good calf. Nah, kannon, it's a rind."

I forgot that what I did hides the flute.

It's just Patia holding that silver whistle, and somehow I'm embarrassed.

"Is that Ri?"

"Soori."

Wake up and gently become familiar with cats. Then I stretched and yawned.

"Hey, you know, cat, uh, pretend."

"It's this morning, it's gonna wake us all up"

"Heck, I'm going to be mizukumi, with Mr. Nenshigumi. Cat, come with me. That's better, guys. Oh, it's Patia, it's still there..."

What are you talking about? But it's also strange.

When my innocent daughter wanted me, there was me who was just a little bit concerned about it.

"I don't mind, but I don't know if I can blow it. I haven't blown it in 300 years."

"Oh, I know that."

"Huff, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah! Patia too -, Maho, the one she hasn't worn in a while, she's going to be scared..."

I see. The instrument has to be so different from magic.

"There is."

"I do. Let's go, Mr. Neshogumi."

"Yes, I'll be with you"

"Well, Connectors - ♪ hehe... you took it, Nekotan's garlic cucumber, I just wanted to touch it, eh?"

I've known that since the beginning.

We headed to the eastern lake with the youthful children.

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Upon arrival, the lake water was collected in water bottles, glass bottles left in the ancient castle and other prime containers. Come on. All you have to do is take this home.

Anyway, more than forty people are in the castle, including the guest tart and the men. Procurement was a huge task just for drinking water.

"Cat, hey, do you think I'm gonna kick your ass? If we're here, we won't all be here, Patia, right?

"Wow, Mr. Electrum, can you whistle?

"I want to hear it too, I haven't heard music in a long time."

That's what I was asked to do and set up a horrible whistle.

I put my lips on the flute, held my fingers together, and later prepared to just breathe in.

The music... would you like that forgotten song from 300 years ago?

My daughter is turning her back on expectations.

It's not just my daughter, totally fucked up kids expect a cat human whistle.

…………

I dare you to be objective from there.

The lousy flute tone echoed through the woods, finishing up a sloppy, crude performance of pitch.

Then a fervent applause arouses from a total of eleven pairs of hands.

It's a forgotten song that was 300 years ago. They didn't care if the pitch was uneven.

"Wow, that's amazing, Electrum!

"Beautiful song. I... I remember your mother..."

"Oh, me too..."

Should we be happy that we've blown here again, no...

"Hehe, it's Patia's cat. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.... that, what - cat?

"No, nothing..."

I couldn't do it when Rick did, but somehow I blew it here.

And it's important from here on out.

I, the beloved musician of the Demon King, have become an unlikely do-good... Oh, my God.

"Pilloppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

"Excuse me, Mr. Siropillo, no encore, please. Then I reminded you of the emergency, so please keep your breakfast to yourself. Patia, I'll take care of your return escort."

"Ooh... Cat, I don't know, but hang in there..."

"I don't need any comfort. So..."

Cat humans were popping out the scars of the earth.

In a calming place outside the junction, he ferociously wanted to fill a 300-year-old blank.

For the honor of the Demon King, my pride, I must regain my old arm.

My flute, which the Demon King delighted, is not like this.

I have regained the pleasure of whistling.

Allow me to dedicate to them the melody that I have dedicated exclusively for you.

I... am not a weak cat back then anymore.