Chapter 150: 150 Episode 131: Two tooth profiles

The day after I got my honey at Becko's house, I was at the flower guild shop early in the morning.

"Millie,"

"Ah... Mr. Tento-mushi," Welcome."

bow like a small animal

The store seems closed today.

"It's a holiday,"

"Oh, my lord told me to do it."

It doesn't look like I'm resting for that. They said, "I'm welcome," they opened a shop, they put on their aprons to take care of the flowers.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

"I don't mind if you don't explain it like that,"

I don't mean to tell the lord, and when I tell him, he ends up saying, "That sounds like a millimeter."

Do you feel like you're doing something wrong?

It might be a good idea, then.

Forget about work today...

"Millie. This."

"Oh.........wow!"

hold out a bouquet hidden behind one's back

They are the flowers I got from Becko. I don't know what kind of flower it is.

"Lavender, raspberry, safflower, rosemary..."

Point to pink or purple flowers and say each name.

"This... is there a place where they bloom together?"

"Oh, it's a bee farm on a hill."

"Oh......I didn't know..."

Close your nose to the flower and breathe in.

"I've heard that,"

I could clearly see that she was happy with the soft smile she had seen for the first time.

"Can I have it?"

Milly asks me with a slight tilt of her head. However, I couldn't help laughing when it was clearly written in my eyes that I wanted it."

"What? Did you say something strange?"

"No, I'll give it to you." I've taken it for Milly.

`Well! Thank you, ladybug!'

Seriously, Milly laughs like a flower.

I don't think it's unusual for a girl to be so loved by flowers.

"Millie, will you take me into the woods now?"

"Well, hey. Do you need any flowers?"

"Oh, well... there's that, too."

I should have told you when I gave you a bouquet, but... well, what should I say?

I touch Milly's soft hair to disguise the strange tension that comes from knocking on the chest from the inside.

"What!"

Milly shakes her shoulders, perhaps surprised by the sudden touch.

Her big eyes look up at me with a complexion of anxiety and expectations.

Talk to the big eyes staring at me, tracing the hairpin of a big ladybug attached to my hair.

"Would you like to go on a date?"

"………………………………………"

nod softly, nod softly, and open one's eyes with a cry of "Kuwa!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'll get ready."

They stomp on the spot, spin twice meaninglessly, try to enter the house, worry about me, and then stare at me as if they are appealing.

"That's all right," It's cute enough."

"Ah......oh!"

Praise makes your ears turn red and your big eyes begin to shake.

Then he shakes his head slightly and strenuously denies it.

`No, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't

be sued with tearful eyes

I suppose you can't afford to do that sort of course.

"All right, I'll be waiting for you. Come and see me.

`Well, well!'

Flap into the store, flip around the store, and come back to the door again.

She hugs the bouquet tightly and smiles through it.

"Thank you, flower. I was so happy...

Perhaps it's because I'm leaving it in my room. I thought he must have wanted to thank me with flowers.

"Wait for me."

Shrugging and laughing, he flaps into the store.

I'm glad you liked it.

Surprise has a tremendous effect, after all.

…but…

"Waiting for a girl to change clothes in front of my house... It's kind of embarrassing."

When I was in junior high school, I saw my classmate standing still in front of the girl's house and thought, "What is he doing? Is he a underwear thief?" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"And I'm doing what you might think of as a man of the world."

I might die of embarrassment.

I wonder what you're doing... at your old age.

`Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

About twenty minutes later, Milly slipped out of the shop door.

"Well... I don't have time... I can really do it better..."

I hurried because I thought it was bad to keep you waiting.

But it made me look a little more fashionable.

I can really dress better.

It seems to be a complaint like that.

But why not?

"It's cute, isn't it?

"...really?"

"Oh, show me a good look."`Oh,.........wow!'

Milly popped out of the door and took off her usual apron, wearing a light blue, fresh dress.

On his head was the usual big ladybug, and on the other side was a little dumpling.

It's a small dumpling that says that I tried my best to make a dumpling out of my hair that doesn't reach my shoulders.

The silhouette looks like a giant ladybug and a little ladybug on Milly's head facing each other.

"Dumpling is so cute."

"Wow... Yeah!"

Rarely, I could hear the beginning of the word "yes." He must have been confident in his dumpling.

It's amazing that I can be praised for my specialty."I'm glad to hear that. I know how you feel.

"... well, but..."

Milly says shyly, holding her little dumpling hair in her hand.

"Oh... what's the man's... my heart, not my heart..."

"Yes, I know, and I know the culprit who injected that unnecessary wisdom into Milly."

Thank you for your help yesterday, but I'm going to put today's sanctions on you one day, black pharmacist.

"I'm sorry for the suddenness. I wish I had invited you yesterday."

"Well... no, no, no..."

Milly with her hands open and dazed.

Can't you?

"If I did that... Milly, I'm sure I couldn't sleep last night... ...that's it." I'll tell you."

Whoa...

Girls who can't sleep because they're looking forward to dating are too cute...

I don't know...Milly is a really good boy.

"Well, let's go,"

"Ah... I'll bring you the Pochett,"

I'm going back to the shop with a flick.

It's hard for a girl to leave on a journey.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"No... I'm sorry, but... isn't it too big?"

What Milly hung over her shoulder was a pochette large enough to hold a whole Milly.

I'm hanging my shoulder strap diagonally, but my bag is too big and my shoulder strap is floating a lot from my body.

In other words, it's a "non-Paisla."

"Do you have a pochette with a shoulder strap that sticks "Pita!" to your body?"

"...wet, are you saying that?"

"No, no! No way! I won't say that to Milly! If you say so, I'll go with Estella or Norma!"

Those two are very easy to talk about.

What's more, the reaction is interesting.

"No... I said,

"Oh, that's right! That's not good! I won't repent, but I'll take it as an opinion."

"Don't you have any?"

"Let's go! I think we'll get all sorts of things in there!"

I don't know if I can call this big bag a 'pochette,' but if Milly calls it a 'pochette,' it's definitely a 'pochette' and nothing but a 'pochette.'

If Milly says so, that's the answer!

When I started walking, Milly suddenly ran to my left and started walking at the pace.

I'll have to walk a little slower. Millie's step is small. It must be hard for you to suit me.

Milly is very cute walking a little bit, but the bag is really big... I'm really curious.

"It looks heavy. Should I hold it?"

"Well... but I don't mind." For the lady -- probably too heavy to carry."

"... already?"

"Mirin, you have a lot of money,"

"Well... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I thought it was definitely empty, but it seems like it's already in.

It's a date, but as long as you go to the woods, you'll find something you can't miss as a professional.

For example, like this... ...like high-branched scissors? ...I'd be surprised if they were in there.

"Oh, you can make a lot of apples this season?"

"Apple!"

How timely!

Yeah. I've got to tell Milly that I want apples.

"That's just right. I've just wanted an apple for my date. Will you give me some?"

I'll give it up, but I'll pay for it.

That forest is under the jurisdiction of the Flowering Guild.

"... by the way?"

My eyebrows swell a little. It doesn't even wrinkle, but it shows subtle changes that make you feel a little uneasy.

"... apple, and... date...?"

"No, no! Apple on a date! I don't need apples!"

Oh my gosh!

I can't bear to be saddened by such a misunderstanding.

Apples are certainly necessary, but they don't have to be today.

When it comes to the crunch, ask Assault...

"Well... I'm glad,"

I was in a moment's rush, but Milly seemed to have made me feel better.

Well, it's hard. I don't know where the mines lie. Let's be careful.

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"Do you want me to carry it? A bag.

"I don't want to... chuckle,"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"Ah......."

Bending his right arm, Milly makes a gesture of grabbing into the air.

Was there any insect?"What's the matter?"

"Well, well, well, I don't think so."

"Yes, I see,"

If Milly says so, I'm sure it'

Then we chatted for more than a dozen minutes and ended up in the woods.

I'd like to step into it quickly, but there are evil beasts in it, and there's that poor insectivorous plant in it."If I don't follow Milly's instructions, I won't be able to get into this forest.

"Ah... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh!"

Also, Milly's right hand wanders softly through the air.

...Drunken?

"Well... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know... you know."

... oh, I see. That's the way it is.

"Well, how many times have I been bitten by insectivorous plants..."

cross one's arms and nod deeply

Then he unravels his arms and holds out his left hand to Milly.

"If you don't mind, can you hold me with your hands? It's dangerous, so,"

"I.........huh!"

He snaps my hand out and laughs a little shyly.

That's right. It's a date, isn't it's a date. I'll have to hold my hand.

"Hehehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Grabbing my hand, Milly starts walking happily.

When I entered the forest, I was protected by Milly... only four times by insectivorous. It's growth. Yeah.

"Oh!? Awesome!"

The place Milly brought me was lined with apple trees and red ripe apple nuts on the branches.

When you grow a lot like this... Don't think of Jeanette's pants, Momogen-go.

"... Mr. Ottoman?"

"It's okay!? It's safe to think about!"

"...? Uh, uh... maybe safe?"

Yes, you've given me your approval.

Safe until you think about it!

Brave, brave!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

"...? Mr. Ottoman?"

"Now, Milly! Let's pick apples!"

`Ah... well!'

I don't know what to do.

Something seems to have leaked out of my body. Yes, let's pick apples seriously.

"Can I tear this off with my hands?"

"Oh... wait." I'm going to take out the scissors now...

Saying so, Milly pulled a long-handled pair of pruned scissors out of a Boston bag-sized pochette.

Something that looks like a pair of scissors came out!

So I'll just say it again. That's not a pochette, right? No, but if Milly says it, it's a pochette!?

"Oh, that's it,"

Milly wriggles around her high-branched scissors.

`Mily will fetch an apple and give it to you...?'

"Oh, ... oh, oh! Now, please."

"Oh! Look at it."

As soon as she said, Milly made her way to the apple tree by herself.

I just think it's faster to take it together... ...correct. I can't help but be a drag.

Milly was dancing around the tree in a slow, but "hoo-hoo" motion... the sound of the branches cutting is strange.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Then the apple rain fell upon the ground--bodododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododododod--and a painful sound when it hits me.

Milly dodged the rain from the falling apples and kept cutting them off the branches in a flurry.

As the apples fall on the ground, Milly glances at me.

Oh, I want you to watch it.

give a small round of applause

"Oh, my gosh!"

Then Milly's face brightened up and cut off the apple with a smile of Milly's own, even more violent and violent.

That's radical, Milly. This isn't environmental destruction, right?

Within minutes, the ground was filled with chopped apples.

When I picked up the apple, thinking that I should have been careful not to let it fall and get scratched... it was not scratched at all. ...what? Why?

"Oh... treat him kindly, because he's a vulnerable fruit."

No, no, no!

What!? Then what? Did Milly treat apples with care!?

In fact, however, the apples are intact. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I could not help but be stunned to see a phenomenon in which I could only imagine that professional skills were being demonstrated where I could not relate to them at all.

Milly picks up a fallen apple and has a gentle touch as if she were handling sugarwork. I don't know. What the hell was going on?

"Well... no one but the Guild of Flowers... you may not understand."

When I asked why the apple had fallen and not been scratched, I got that answer.

Is there any complicated theory?

When asked, "What principle do you mean that things are going to cut off?", I can only explain, "Do you know! Scissors make it cut off!" ...so is that OK?

"Well... if you want to master this waza... you know... live in Milinoch... if you train yourself for about three years... maybe you can do it."What should I do?

You can look at me like that, but... well, it's not worth that much.

Maybe I won't be able to turn around and harvest so many apples in the future.

"No. When I want apples, I'll ask Milly."

`...well,'

Somehow, Milly puts a high-branched scissors-like guy in a pochette... Pochette... No, I don't think I'll say anything anymore. There's a flower arrangement guild rule, yes. ...but the Pochette...

"Well, Milly," A pochette is a 'small' shoulder bag, isn't it?"

"Well, small articles."

He glints at the high-branched scissors.

Well... there are bigger scissors than that, the flower arrangement guild... that's already a weapon.

"Do you want a lot of apples, Miss Ottoman?'

"Huh?"

Milly, who was picking up apples, looks up at me with a big apple in her hands.

I see...

"I think I'll have a drink." Milly did her best to get it."

`Ugh!'

He smiles like an angel and holds out a big apple to me.

When I received it, I realized that Milly's hands were small, not big. Well, apples are pretty big, too.

Put your nose close to the apple you receive and breathe in "Sooo," and the refreshing scent will build up in your lungs. Wow, it looks delicious... There you go on.

I scrubbed the whole apple with my clothes and bit it.

"Well!"

Sweet! That's amazing.Sweet!

The honey is coming out!

I had imagined an apple with a little more acidity...

"It's fresh and sweet." I thought it would be more crisp and thirsty, but it was so juicy that my mouth was moist... Is this really an apple?"

"Oh, dear, this apple in the forest is proud of the young guild that they are working hard to take care of."

Says Milly with a little excitement, like a complimented child. I'm really proud of myself.

"Well... but... I should wash it well before eating it. It's been outside, and it's raining..."

"No, no, you wiped it well, didn't you?"

"Well... even if I wipe it..."

"That's enough," It was common in my hometown to eat like this."

`Is that so?'

However, I think it was more meaningful to wipe off the wax on the surface when I bit it completely in Japan.

It's shiny without wax.

As I stared at the apple, Milly was also staring at it. The apples I have. ...I'm a little open. ......wow, stick your finger in...no, I won't.

"Do you want to eat?"

"Well... but... oh, my God, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no?"

"It's OK to be a little wild when you eat out."

`Is that so?'

"Yes,"

As I declared, Milly broke her face and gently stretched out her hands.

I wondered if it was okay if I was biting, but I don't think Milly could eat up a whole piece outside... would you like to share it? Milly doesn't seem to hate it either.

When I give him an apple, he holds it in his hands and looks at it... hesitantly wipes it with his clothes.

Then, fearfully, he bit me with his little mouth.

Oh, my gosh.

Milly gnawing at apples with a reserved noises. As the sweetness spreads through her mouth, a smile spreads through her face.

"... oh dear,"

a happy smile

She looks up at me with a shy face and smiles a little different from usual.

"... it's kind of... it's like I'm doing something bad... it's kind of exciting."

You may think that apple biting is bad behavior.

Well, don't you think they behave very well in Japan? I don't think it's a bad thing.

Milly seemed a little elated by an act she had never done before.

...don't you want me to dye your hair, man?

"Well, what shall we do after this?"

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...

Milly wriggles his shoulders with an apple with two tooth shapes.

He seems to be trying to say something difficult.

As you can see, the big eyes of the upper eyes look up at me.

"Mily... on a date... ...I wanted to eat cake... ...and I thought...."

Are you begging me?

That's all right!

I'll let you eat delicious food, so come with me, hehe!

a lie

Let's have a healthier heart and invite Milly to the cake.

"Well, let's go to the place that serves the best cake in town."

"Yes! I want to go to Yodamari-tei,"

Holding hands with a cheerful Milly, we leave the forest.

All those large quantities of apples fit in a bag that Millie hangs over her shoulder.

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It's a foul of the Beast race, isn't it? ......Millie is an insect race.

Thus, we obtained a large amount of apples and honey, and as a result of repeated trial and error involving Jeanette, Regina, and many other people... we completed a delicious curry.

The work process is omitted.

......it was a picture of hell.

"Spicy!" "This time, sweet!" "Sad!" "Sad!" "Sad!" "Sad!" "Sad!" "Sad!"" ... well, I had a hard time.

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