Play the third day of Cyril scattered, early at night.
"Mmmm...... From outside the house, I feel the pressure of mystery......!
I feel a strange aura from around the end of dinner.
That's similar to getting a silent glance, feeling like you're being asked for something.
(Well, I'm going to talk about whether I can go outside or not...)
My Angel was in a good mood, so if I put him to sleep, he wouldn't say that I would miss him and I would stare.
I approach the window with a fling.
Under a large tree illuminated by a pale moon, 'The Man' stands.
(Uh-huh... It's faceless, but it feels like you're being watched)
The source of the pressure will undoubtedly come from Mighty Char.
I also thought I'd take a 'good night' jazz to try... but I stopped.
Such a terrible thing cannot be turned into a boulder.
Make sure everyone is asleep, use the blockade as well, just in case, and then go outside.
"Abel, Komban -"
Covered up, blocked.
A little white hand grabbed my sleeve.
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Abel is silent.
However, there is no sign of releasing the tightly pinched clothes.
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Our pretty teacher is staring at this one jizzily.
"Um... Abel......?
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"Abelu......? Abel...?
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Uhm......
You won't talk to me.
I'm also allergic to trying to force you to talk, and shall we wait a little?
As she remained silent for a while, the elf girl groaned with a slight potpout.
"… two days"
"Yeah?"
"... for two days, I couldn't talk to Al"
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Complete the process.
Is that what this is about?
"Eh. Abel."
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"I miss not being able to talk to Abel either"
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Abel's beauty is similar to ice craftsmanship.
Delicate, but cold.
Touch it and it's going to break, and it's hard to get close.
It's actually just a cute creature, but from a stranger's point of view, it seems to me that's how it feels.
I heard my words. Mighty Char remained faceless and only dyed her cheeks red.
Looks like the ice maker lit up the heat.
(Ah. Fingers off)
I was grabbing my clothes and I was leaving.
Wasn't it lit up? Abel wore a crust and a hat deep in her eyes, but this one is still shorter, so you can see her pretty face better. Nice ears today, too.
"... Al"
The master pointed to the root of the tree.
It seems to me that we should sit over there and talk.
Abel remains as faceless as ever, but she seems to be in a better mood because her ears are moving.
But in fact, I'm glad Abel can talk, too, and it's fun.
Past events that all who live in the present do not know.
nameless but hard-working people.
already extinct flora and fauna.
The stories of the teachers who had seen them with their eyes were invaluable.
Valuable information that cannot be obtained by piling up thousands of dollars.
I guess I should be well aware of the good fortune of knowing the unreachable past.
Spending time with Abel is a blissful time in itself, regardless of the rarity of the story.
Nothing.
At last, I love this master.
Definitely, the best in this world.
Even if there are other places in the same ratio, there is no shake in being number one.
So really.
Even casual conversations you'll forget tomorrow are precious everywhere.
I had a lot of conversations with Abel under the tree until I knew the moon was moving.
"Welcome home, Al"
I came back to my bedroom, and I was surprised.
She was awake when she thought she was asleep.
(No...? Did I wake you? I didn't make any noise, and I use the magic of blocking the signs...?
My mother, still holding her two beloved daughters, who slept easily, laughed hehe.
"I'm Al's mom. You know what I mean when my kids come back?