[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

Astoria visited the library to change her mood.

Game centers, where the average high school student goes to play, and karaoke were high hurdles to say they were escorted.

Then I thought I'd go buy some clothes, but I didn't want anything in particular.

To the extent of a slight distraction, it was suggested that the library consult with the sister of the escort.

Astoria didn't hate reading books either, and that would have been nice if time hadn't crushed and fallen into nasty thoughts.

Drive to the library.

In the car, ask your escort sister if she has a recommended book.

Then my sister told me about the work she was reading when she was a student.

It's a piece that was completed at that point and was quite popular at the time.

I honestly don't know if it's in the library, but I decide to try to find it.

Unlike the school library, there were about three dedicated computers in the city's library that could also check where the books were, or availability, etc., but all the seats were filled with hate.

I have no choice but to try to trace the bookshelf from the author's initials.

There was also the ease of not having to find it because the purpose was to change my mood.

But if I find an interesting piece somewhere, after school starts, or maybe it's not a bad idea to wave that topic to Tetsu via email, I even think about what an intent.

I realize myself having that idea, and Astoria falls into self-loathing that I don't know how many times already.

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Alongside the sister of the escort, view the bookshelf.

They say there's a good chance it's on this shelf based on the author's name.

Stick behind your sister and look for the book.

(What are you doing)

Unexpectedly, that's too much of an idea.

Even if he thrived on a common topic, he wouldn't get it.

It makes me very vain.

If I noticed, my legs stopped, staring at the title of a book lined up on a blurry bookshelf.

And the sister of the guard who was ahead came back and spoke to Astoria.

"Oh Astoria, did you find the book?

In a public place, Astoria is called in a sarcasm.

It's for security.

But I think again that even people who usually seem perfect make mistakes to see their usual habits coming up.

Sometimes I was delayed in thinking, and my reaction is delayed a little.

But the escort's sister didn't look like she cared, she said.

"Again, let's go back to the searcher. 'Cause I think it's time to be free."

Follow that word, when you change the direction of your body.

Astoria and the others noticed the girl watching this one.

Astoria's gaze is poured into a book held by that girl about the same age.

(Oh, there it is)

"Yes?"

Astoria's voice was leaking or the girl sounds surprised.

"Oh, excuse me. Where was this book?

It could have seemed weird.

With that in mind, Astoria tries to fix it and asks about the book the girl has.

Perhaps we should have looked in the genre, not the author's name, even more so now.

The girl pointed her finger in the direction where the book would be when she looked like she had a point.

"Uh, it looks like it's over there, doesn't it?

I'm going to look for him myself. "

Go on, they seem to guide us through Astoria,

"Uh, this way,"

That's what they said.