Alma says thank you from the bottom of her heart after filling out a note of improvement.
"It's cheap for you."
Immediately afterwards, Mira replies with a smile and says, "You can lend me one." I noticed Alma's thoughts along the way. That's why I dare to work politely to the end and push one loan.
"Ugh..."
The brains of the Nine Wise Men are not cheap. It was Alma who stuffed the words with the weight of that loan, but there seems to be no regret. "Okay......" he replied, swallowing it.
That's how Mira and the others, circling the garden in the castle, finally began to head toward the living room where the witch lived.
The witch's room is incredibly spacious as a personal room. The height to the ceiling is twenty meters, the width from end to end is one hundred meters, and the depth is fifty meters. Sixty percent of that area is occupied in the garden, and thirty percent is in the living room where the witch Iris lives. The remaining 10% is where it was sandwiched in between. Benches and other places were used as relaxing spaces.
"Again... it's not a hell of a building."
A relaxing space that was ahead through a woodlike garden. What I could see from it was a collective residential space, not an individual room.
Structure as if only the wall part of the veranda had been cut off by fitting a four-story apartment. Bold build you can do because this is not the outside, but the inside of the room. If you ask me, in the form of this garden and the space for relaxation as a great blowout, the witch's living space existed.
"I can just see it from here, there are seven rooms..."
Because of the state of looking up from the blow-out area, I saw some of the room. What you can see from that is that there are at least seven rooms. Besides, they are all big rooms.
No millionaire would have lived in a room like this. Mira laughs somewhere with that feeling in her eyes, which is out of standard.
"It's amazing."
Alma, for some reason, was proud. From what I've heard, all the elements in this room are based on Alma's proposal. Besides, Alma's personal belongings seem to be pouring in plenty.
A space filled with a variety of healing for Illis who will no longer be able to get out of the room. That was the ultimate drawer room.
Well, this isn't the only room I've ever built.
It is because it is a great nation called Nirvana. I guess this is the only room I could achieve because it's a royal castle a few times more than Alkaite. For one witch, Mira continued to say what she thought, admiring Alma, who had prepared a temperamental room so far.
"But when you get here, it's not as luxurious as the Lord's room."
The frank sentiment Mira had.
Apart from the first ten tatami studio I visited, the next brilliant private room in the back of the office I visited. It was as luxurious a room as the queen deserved, but nothing compared to this witch's room. It was so special here that I felt that way.
"Hey, this is what happened when I realized."
Are you a good person or do you just not know the addition or subtraction? Alma laughs when she keeps thinking about being able to live more stress-free, resulting in a room like this. But there was not a single look of regret in that face. It even seems rather satisfying.
Mira just praises her for reviewing her like that and walks out toward that living space. Expect how much of a room is packed with Alma's obsession.
Residential part of the witch room. The place that hit the ground floor was, at first glance, a refreshing hotel lobby. Largely spaced floors are lined with tables and chairs, with large staircases like those found in the halls of the mansion in the back.
But if you look closely, you can see that it's a little different from the lobby. There are plenty of bottles lined up behind the reception counter.
Yes, the first floor was a bar. That's why I first got the impression of being in the lobby of a hotel because it's a design that I can't feel any atmosphere at night.
This is the witch's room again, but it's the one that built the freaky floor. Is it something that Illis, who is supposed to be a fourteen-year-old girl, seeks healing from alcohol? Mira, who had such doubts, is convinced to look at the bottle behind the counter.
"Ho, this is the first time I've seen you again."
Yes, the contents of the bins that were lined up there were new breeds of Azuki ole and various juices. And subtle, isn't it put in a glassy refrigerated case that looks fancy? In addition to the rare Japanese taste, a combination of refrigerated cases not seen there. The boulder is a witch's room that goes beyond even the queen's room.
"That's our chef's specialty. Esmeralda, a Japanese sweet lover, requested it, but Ilis likes it and always has it."
"Oh, it was time to refill," Alma said, peeking slightly at the refrigerated case, checking the remaining quantity and whining, opening the item box as it was.
"What, your lord is also looking after the consumables?
Alma replaces the bottle of refrigerated case looking familiar somewhere. That's what I asked Mira before she had such good hands.
The answer to that was yes. According to her story, in addition to Alma, only the Twelve Apostles are free to enter and leave this place, to rush at times of need. However, at present, in addition to the duration of the Games, there are also operations being carried out under the water, and the Twelve Apostles are busy. In addition, the witch, Iris, is maleophobic. As a result, it was said that Alma, who was busy but whose work was almost complete in the castle, was undertaking such chores.
"Thank you for your hard work..."
That's what Mira said about the labor, but when she saw the shelves lined with fudge glasses and the like, she felt unspeakable discomfort.
There were so many glasses lined up on the shelves that even parties seemed to be possible. But that's not all. There, that's what bars are like, wine glasses, shot glasses, jocks, pork mouths for a drink, etc. They also had vessels that didn't seem to have anything to do with juice.
Obviously I use it other than witches. Mira, so intuitive, "I have to refill this one," she said with a delightful alma.
Alma checks the locked shelves in the refrigerated case without noticing Mira's suspicious gaze. And he was whining, "It's time to add some ice," etc.
Rooms reserved for Illis, and equipment, but isn't everything so? After that question came to Mira's mind, the two of them came from the bar counter to the front of the big stairs.
"Iris, I've got a new escort."
From the great staircase up, Alma called. Sometimes this structure is already in the room, and it seems that the entire private space of the United Kingdom is above this second floor. Therefore, the queen Alma also spoke without trying to go straight from here.
But it is. I waited five, ten seconds, but there was no response from the top.
"Is that it? Something wrong?
Alma tilted her neck so baffled. They usually get back to me as soon as possible and rush down in a hurry. But this time, I can't feel it.
The results were the same as Alma calls again, and the upper floors remained quiet.
"Weren't you tired of waiting and falling asleep?
I thought it was later than planned. Time is long past lunchtime for snacks. It is just about the time when drowsiness plugs in.
"Yeah, maybe something happened!
Though they're after lives, this is the only robustly guarded room. The line about assassins is thin. But there was enough fear of some kind of accident or acute illness. Concerned about it, Alma runs up the stairs like a flying one.
"Hmm..."
I think Mira is also taking a nap, but in case it could be, it follows Alma. And he came to the room upstairs on the left side of the big stairs.
Alma opened the door and jumped in momentum. Mira glanced at her face a little late and said, "What do you say?," he said, looking around the room.
The upstairs left room was a cluttered but ideally packed living room.
Sofa that looks like it could be done on the bed as it is. I can see there is a large table or a simple water field and a refrigerated case.
Also, the walls are lined with bookshelves, but it is not the book that holds them in one of them. It's a record. Look, isn't this another fine phonograph there?
But that doesn't end there. This living room was overflowing with a variety of things, including communications devices, paintings of paintings and large crates with wheels.
(Holy crap...... like this, like a pull......)
While I knew I had no choice from the circumstances, Mira had that sentiment at first glance at the room. And if it's a TV, an online device, and also a game, it's definitely going to be a satisfying room for even modern kids.
While Mira was doing such an analysis, she heard Alma's desperately stained voice, "No, there's no Illis..."
Unless it's something special for her to say, it seems that Illis is mostly in this room. But he's not on a fixed couch or a rocking chair in front of a phonograph, an alma with a worried expression.
"Then it's the other room."
Still, I just checked one of a few rooms. Even though it's mostly true, there are other days. Mira thinks at the same time that she said the obvious answer. Alma now says she looks like some overprotective mother.
Do you care so much about witches? That's why he's unnecessarily rushed, and he also looks a little crazy around his head.
"Hmm... - Alma, it looks like you're upstairs."
Quickly check your surroundings with Biosensing as you slap Alma on the shoulder just to calm down. And I sensed an Iris' seemingly reaction, and I told him where it was. The place is just above the room I'm in.
"Up... right, okay!
What is upstairs? I don't know about Mira, but naturally I do, Alma seems to have made a point there. I just popped out of the room.
"I'm in a hurry."
Mira will then go upstairs again, bitterly laughing that she may be a little too worried. And I'm on my way up the stairs.
"Oh, Illis!!"
Somewhere he heard a screaming Alma cry.
"Hmm? What's going on?
What if something really happened? Nevertheless, there is no indication of weakness when it comes to this in the reactions found in Biosensing. But in case there was, Mira ran out again.
The room on the left side of the third floor was built like a dining room. Come in. On the right is an authentic cooking area. On the left is a large table and chairs lined up. If it's up to twenty or so people, it's a space where you can drink enough and eat enough and make a scene.
Alma, who was in a corner of such a room, holds the blonde girl in its arms. That girl seems to be the one who can't go wrong with the witch, Iris. But I don't see how it works.
What if it's really an accident or a sudden illness? Mira rushes over to the two of them, thinking about summoning Asclepios the White Snake, a healing specialist if you have to.
"What the hell is wrong with you?
There was a slight bitterness in Iris' face. No trauma. So is it some kind of illness? Did you have it even if you were ill? I can't make a decision just by looking at it. I can't ask Alma, but she doesn't have a disease or anything like that.
I have no choice but to leave it to the diagnosis of Asclepios. That's what I thought, and it was when I tried to summon him.
And slowly opened the eyes of Iris.
"Iris! What's wrong Iris!?"
Alma speaking up desperately. Then Iris opens his mouth small as he stares at Alma like that.
"Stomach... I'm hungry..."
The word was uttered in a weak and full voice. Iris seemed very hungry.
Iris was just hungry and exhausted. Mira gave me the apple mix first, so I think I took off the steeple. Illis is flickering like he's lit.
"Well, we're supposed to be escorting Mira from today. When I come, I won't let the villains touch a finger. You can rest assured!
I just sat across the table and face to face, Mira named with confidence. The role to be assumed is also to preserve the life of Illis. Therefore, Mira put more confidence in her face than usual to avoid any anxiety.
"It's Illis! Best wishes!
Looks more childish Mira than Iris. But then, because I said it grandiose enough to even feel spared, it seemed that Iris felt a definite reliance. I named him clearly back, and I bowed my head when I begged him. And as I lifted my head, I continued, "... uh, and I disturbed you earlier," and hung up again.
"No, never mind. It's because I'm a little late to go back."
In fact, it was the communication device of the Fifty Bells League that was slowing down the lecture. But Mira didn't say so, and deluded herself that it would take a lot of time to get in touch with her home base. It should also be noted that I am not willing to reveal the truth.
"Well, I'm sorry he didn't mention his lunch plans."
Mira looks to the kitchen side with such a complete shift of responsibility. There was the figure of Alma preparing for lunch. They say it's a special menu to deepen intimacy at once from this first meeting today, and the Queen herself is making the final offering.
What I had prepared was fun when I was ready, so I couldn't see Alma at hand from Mira and the others.
"Mr. Esmeralda also said - Sister Alma says she can prepare parties and dinner parties without telling anyone. So if he suddenly followed me before, he said there were times when it was a party venue to celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of the formation of the Twelve Apostles. Looks like there were a lot of treats available, but it was after dinner so I could barely eat..."
"That's difficult again..."
Alma seems to like surprises. But at the heart of the matter, he said it wasn't the right time.
If you think about the party, it was just a long time ago, wasn't it? "Well, I wonder what we've got for you this time," Mira said with that in mind, inflating expectations.
"I'm so excited -!
Sometimes I waited as long as I could, and the expectations of the belly witch were more than that.
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