Chapter 626: 626 Missing Talent, Part 5 - Young Expectations

"... Hmm."

Tons, tons, tons. To that sound, which is regularly engraved, Renatica turned naturally to those who were intrigued and sound. The sound is apparently coming from the kitchen.

Renatica naturally, erased the signs and searched for where the sound came from. Because I don't think you're doing anything wrong, but I didn't want you to keep doing it until I found out what caused this sound.

It is in the kitchen that Renatica arrives. Inside there was one cook's piece, lightly running a knife on the ingredients. Renatica was caught in the next surprise the moment she confirmed the source of the sound and clapped it out. There existed a use of blades that Renatica had never imagined before.

The blade of the piece is moved to think about the ingredients and cook the ingredients in the lowest way possible through the blade. Blades that are moved to keep ingredients alive, not to kill them. For Renatica, who had only held the blade to kill people, the use of the blade in the piece was shocking. Renatica had also forgotten that time had passed and had often stared at him to eat into his hand.

By the end of cutting the ingredients that were on the slab, the piece turned toward Lunatica. I guess the pieces were also focused again, seeing Renatica standing at the entrance to the kitchen, stiffened herself tightly. Renatica also returns to me feeling that the piece has noticed herself.

The gaze of two people who often cross. Lose as much and the piece opens its mouth.

"Um... what can I do for you?

"No, I don't need it"

A constant silence persists. The gaze of the awkward piece swims.

"Uh... why are you here? Lunatica,"

"Luna is fine, that's what the close ones call it"

"Yeah, but I've never talked about it before..."

"I'll be close now. No problem."

When I heard that word, the piece, not knowing what to say next, was making my mouth pound. Renatica clenches her neck in wonder.

"Hmm, it's hard to make friends. Not with this?

"No, you know... I don't know"

"I don't know either. But there's something I need to know. How to use your knife. Very interesting."

"Uh. How do you cook?

"No. But something similar. Why don't you show me something better?"

As he went up into the kitchen, Renatica sat back in the chair and began to look closely at the piece. Pure eyes as if they were young children, staring at the pieces.

The pieces were bewildered, but the cooking resumed while Lunatica watched them.

"It's getting late"

Layers head to their rooms early. The sun has already sinked completely. When the sun sets, it is routine to go back to your room, gently pack something in your belly, and then head off to special training in the evening with Lunatica. If it's the way it always is, Renatica should already be waiting in the room.

Layer tried to slip into his room and as he entered, he tried to be ready in the already darkened room. Even if the room is dark, I remember and know where all the stuff is. I was trained by Renatica to be so. But before the layers started preparing, they noticed that there was a letter on the table. I can't see to the letter exactly, so I lit the light on the lamp and read it, in the letter Lunatica: "There is no training today. to accompany the request of the next war," it was only left out.

When Layer read the postcard, he felt his spine creep. Is the reason for this because you are looking forward to fulfilling it, or are you just afraid? When Layer regained his mind, he left the room to get dinner. Shortly after that, I meet Gail.

"Hey, layer."

"Gail, you look kind of happy"

"You see?

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Gail, slightly, shoulders to cover from the top of the layer. The physical difference between the two was already very different.

"It's me, they told me to accompany you to your next request. Finally, I'm on the battlefield too!

"Really? Does Gail want to be a mercenary?

"That's right! Now I can earn my own food support. You can live with your chest stretched."

"I guess..."

Layer didn't put it into words because Gail was in such a good mood, but he was already convinced that the job of taking a person's life would never lead him to live with his chest up.

Without worrying about such a layer, Gail began to talk with a pepper about the expectations of putting him on the battlefield. Layer was suitably smiling and in tune, but there comes Elsia and speaks with a annoying look.

"What are you doing?"

"Whoa, Elsia! Listen, they told me to come here about the next fight. I'm finally a mercenary, too!

"Hmm, yeah. Try not to die at best. What about layers?"

"I'm going too."

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly Gail looks at the layer's face. Gail had no idea Layer had been called to the battlefield. Elsia suspected somehow that was not the case, but her expression was still surprising.

But before the two of them could say anything, the layer quickly uttered the word.

"Sounds like backward support, but this time it was sudden, so he said he wasn't staffed enough. Plus, it looks like we're gonna get paid a lot, so we're gonna make better money than packing in Arnelia."

"Well, you know... you don't look good with a sword on a layer."

"Well, a sword doesn't suit a grown man like you. But we're both going to the battlefield."

Elsia looked a little distressed. And soon,

"I've made up my mind, I'm coming too."

"Huh? You, don't be impotent."

"It's not unscrupulous, what Rosetta told me to come too. I'm sorry that I'm the only one who's done this."

"You can say that..."

Gail seems to have had trouble replying, but Elsia has long been a girl who wouldn't listen if she told her. Always Gail and Layer have swung at her very best. Gail glanced slightly at the layer, but when the layer smiled just a little as he used to, he spoke calmly to Elsia.

"If Mr. Rosetta said we could come, we shouldn't have said anything. I just don't care whose orders you're supposed to listen to. Then I'm sure the three of us can go home."

"You don't have to tell me that. I know that! Even I don't want to die. You're going to be a flower maiden!

"Say something. Fine."

Gail looked frightened, but Layer was whining in his heart that the seeds of distress had only increased. For God's sake, I earnestly hoped that you would not be in danger of annoying my own hands.

Continued

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