My sister enjoys tea gracefully, and my sister keeps her head on her thighs.
This area is overflowing naturally for some reason, so much so that it even exists to the lake.
Definitely arguably the most beautiful area in this distopia.
The picturesque sight was spreading there because of the high elves relaxing in such a place.
Richter forgets his purpose for a moment.
"Sister, sister, customer is here."
"Oh true. I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything."
"Yes, no, I don't mind..."
The first thing I noticed about Richt was his sister, who was knee-pillowed.
Rock your short blonde hair and stand up to flow suddenly.
My sister stood up shaking her long blonde hair the same way because the weight on her thighs disappeared.
(My sister was more of an Illis, and my sister was more of a Tisse...)
Richt checks his name over and over again in his head so that he never gets it wrong.
Because the atmosphere is quite similar just because you are sisters, you are likely to make a mistake as soon as you get distracted.
"It was Mr. Richter, wasn't it?
"How did you know that?"
"I heard a conversation with the Demon King. I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
While I'm thinking about it, the distance between us gets closer and closer.
Soon I was forced to be right next door.
"So, what kind of errand did you get here on?
"Sister, sister. I'm sure you've come to see how the Iris are doing."
"Oh... I'm so sorry"
By the time I hear Richt's answer, the story will be complete between the two of us.
The original aim was to hear about guardianship areas and other things, but if we stay like this, we're going to end up just really seeing how things go.