176 How much is a snack reasonable?

After sending the Homncrus boy to Heidemarie's father, Edgar Alzbain, Mizumi and the others returned safely to Japan after finishing some errands in Germany.

And the day came when we were ready to procure all kinds of supplies for Trinity and go to other worlds.

"Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate!"

"Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate!"

At the garden tip of the eight-key mansion, two beautiful girls approaching in front of Shuiming, hailing Chocolate Chocolate.

That's Fermenia holding a cardboard with chocolate and Liliana holding a penguin stuffed animal looking important.

They want to take chocolate to another world in large quantities. While in the modern world, he seemed unable to overcome his desire for chocolate, and thus became a direct judge of the amount he would take with him just before he went.

If Shuiming here seriously rots and says, "Snacks up to 300 yen" or something like that, you're probably going to get a terrible look at it.

Mizumi also gave me some understanding of bringing in some sweets because I knew it.

"That's too much..."

The amount of treats to take is in cardboard. Besides, there's even a cardboard box with a cake hole on the side. It's thorough.

How much the hell do they want to take? And there's even raw stuff. I can't take anything more than the space in the metastasis formation, so I think Shuiming will stink that I want you to consider it around.

First, when you hear what Fermenia has to say,

"No! We need souvenirs! I have a mission as Your Highness to deliver chocolates and cakes!

I say it's not for me, it's for Teatania.

As always, she is a woman of high loyalty.

On the other hand, what Liliana said,

"I can't put up with chocolate. At least one every few days, I want to eat."

He wants to eat this one himself. I think it would be nice to be honest, and I think it would be great because I'm trying to maintain moderation properly.

"Still, there's a limit, right?

"I'm still the one who cut it off!

"The truth is, I wanted to prepare more, more."

Two people who say that and don't try to give in. The story is about parallel lines, or rather, folds that have made the flag color worse for Shuiming,

A refill with a bottle of liquor as a souvenir to Lemaire opens his mouth.

"Neither of you can say anything more to Swimei."

"Shit!

"For us, Refill, this is a matter of death and death."

Refill returns a gentle grin to the kind of gaze that he would not be any other HR. But it was never the kind of thing that stood on the side of the water that told me to take less chocolate.

"Even if I know. But we have a very comforting companion named Miss Marie."

That's what she said, and if we don't recruit new people, we're gonna have to instigate them both. I thought it would be embarrassing, this is it. No, she was originally an enemy too, at some point obsessed with sweets.

Two people found a new companion and rushed over to Hydemary.

"Lord Marie!

Heidemarie, say it.

Of course, Heidemarie's on that side.

Now, three, no, four to one.

"Shui Ming-kun. You can't do that."

"... I know. Totally."

That being said, when I reluctantly gave the word of understanding, an innocent cheer arose. You couldn't give up so much. About the sweets. Fermenia is naturally happy to make a smile, even Liliana, who usually has a faint expression.

As Shuiming works to add to the magic formation, Heidemarie says,

"Mizumi, I'm buying you and your souvenirs. That's fine."

"Well, there's a loud guy who needs to buy it."

Slapping hatred that way, Hatsumi, who was ready and waiting, turns his blamed gaze.

"When it's watery, it's terrible. Can I report without the color of reflection?

"Why? To whom?

"I'm a human being on Mr. Anno's side, too. Can I tell you something? Shui Ming was reluctant."

"Ugh."

Yes, Hatsumi, like Mizuki, is a man who kept his mouth shut about being a mage. Speaking of which way you'll get on these occasions, you'll stand on Mizuki's side, no matter what.

Of course, even Mizumi has feelings of apology.

"You're ready for that, aren't you?

"You really are, aren't you? I've got a lot to tell you."

What you take is a remote Japanese ingredient in different worlds. Miso, soy sauce, various kinds of stock, not only that, but also coupler ramen, etc. are all available for rice.

"I'll take care of the food when I go over there."

"Yeah, sure. My arms will ring."

I would like that arm to ring with a sword...... I guess for her the kitchen is also a battlefield. Likewise, some of our members will definitely be active with Fermenia, who will be in charge of cooking.

"- Oh, it's time"

Second, from the outside, I hear a man like that. Turning to a familiar voice, there was Mitsuro and his wife Snow Odd, and Chido, the younger brother of Hatsumi, walking in.

During my stay in Japan, the family baked me something to take care of, so I guess she came all the way here to drop me off.

Fu, Mirror Shiro, who saw the magic formation, raises his admiration.

"... Hmm? That's a lot of circles."

"Do you understand"

The large number of magic circles means that there is so much information to be included. Return - Now to head here, a magic formation of transfers straight, but up to seven, including many others. I just said Grand Magic Plus Alpha. The consumption of magic for that matter is not half of what it is, but it is not a problem because there are only magicians around it.

Snow Ogata puts her hand on her cheek and says as she shows her a gentle trick.

"It's a shame. It was so busy."

"Right. There were disciples gathered for a meal, but this was the first time it was fresh."

With the couple saying such a pleasant thing on their asses, Shuiming turned her eyes to the other cousin,

"... I didn't expect to end up talking to Chido"

"Hatsumi found out. Then you'll be right around now."

When Mirror Shiro says that, Chido comes with a subtle look that is so hard to cut out.

"I've always thought of you as a strange person, but I didn't know you were such a fantasy"

"You're not too surprised."

"Well then............... so the truth is, how strong are you?

That's what I said, and to the curious question, Mitsumi is at his usual pace,

"Oh, the raid inside -"

I almost said, my gaze pierced me from many places.

"Suimei, that's what you are..."

"Hey, why don't you stop lying to people already?

"Right. I think it's time for you to cut it out, huh?

The bitterness of Refile, Hatsumi and Heidemary pierces Mizumi at the same time. When Shuiming was stuck in the words "Ugh..." Fumi Mitsuro turned to Hatsumi.

Mirror Shiro brings together the usual floating atmosphere. Attitude as a teacher, not a parent? Hatsumi is relative to him like that and comes with a slight tension.

"Hatsumi"

"Yes."

"Let's get this over with."

"Okay."

The words I give are short and few, but I guess that's all I need. After a refreshing exchange between the two, now Snow Ode smiles gently.

"Hatsumi. You're aware of illnesses and injuries, right?

"It's, well, yeah"

Hatsumi shows a slight troubled face in the slightly uneven words of Snow Ode. For her, who has been accompanied by Mirror Shiro, the threat of illness may be more scary than the threat of enemy strength.

"Take good care of yourselves."

Say that, and give other faces words of labor. When it was over, now Mirror Shiro called for Refill.

"Refile."

"Yes. Grandmaster"

"Just once. Keep your face at your esteemed swordsman."

"I understand. It was a short time ago, but I can't thank you enough for putting on the archery."

"Whoa. Don't forget what you just said. If you forget to thank someone else, you'll be proud of your sword."

Mirror Shiro's words have some kind of inclusions.

When they had finished talking about the whole breakup, the three went back to their homes.

"Well, then it's time to go"

Secondly, for the metastasis, moving over the magic formation, Heidemarie also stepped in.

"... Marie, okay?

"Are you sure you don't want me to be the only one?"

That's a blaming tone. But there is also a desire to make a final confirmation as Shui Ming.

"No, there's a front I said I'm not leaving you... are you sure?

"That's Shui Ming-kun. I'm afraid that's a very strange tree. Don't you know what water smells like?

"Life over there is more inconvenient than you think, huh? I can't even go buy your favorite treats satisfactorily."

"I just need to learn the ritual of transfer."

"It's fancy to consume a lot of magic just to pick up sweets, and so do you."

"I also have instruction for you. I told you I'd make it right, so make it right."

Shuiming said "hectic," while revealing only a little grumpy to her,

"Tell him to get back in the mood. I'll stroke you."

"You think I'm going to get rounded up like that? Totally... I hope you don't underestimate me."

"... is that how beautiful it is to say that and take your hat and give you your head?

High demaree with a silk hat in one hand and tilting her head toward Mizumi's. When Mizumi turned a frigid glance at her like that, she looked snug,

"Will you stroke me? Isn't it a good idea as a person to overshadow a word you say once?

"He's a seven-year-old who doesn't really lose his mouth"

Shuiming strokes Hydemary's head, even as he shudders at him. It's hard to tell if you feel good or not. The faceless look, but the fact that you keep being stroked, I guess this is fine.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the different worlds plus the first beauty dot the words that Shuiming casually uttered.

And he turned his gaze at Shuiming, who is dealing with Hydemary, at the same time asking him what he was talking about.

"Hmm? What's up?

Fermenia asks Shui Ming, who tilts her neck, bewildered.

"Um, Lord Swimey? I was there. A seven-year-old is..."

What does it mean? With the gaze of doubt of Fermenia and other members who ask it that way, Shuiming recalls fu.

"Oh, speaking of which, you didn't say"

"... Hey, Mizumi. You didn't shut up about something so serious, did you?

"Oh, yeah, well... Marie was born as a homunculus and it's only been seven years"

Whilst I'm evil at what I didn't say, when I mouth such facts, I round my eyes to say that Refill is such an idiot.

"No, for that, it wouldn't fit the size of your body or your smartness"

"I don't know anymore... because it's a homunculus around here. There's something different about how people grow up than normal people."

"Oh, really...?

While Refill is baffled, Liliana opens one eye and asks Hydemary.

"Hi Demarie, really, is it?

"Yeah, I'm seven."

High-demary snorts at Liliana's question. Liliana is solidified as she looks up at the seven-year-old she thought was her sister. Like I haven't understood it yet. That would be natural, too. I'm about half Liliana's age. Are you confused? "Huh? Huh?", counting the numbers by hand.

"What is this?"

"So, isn't it a big problem?

Both Refill and Fermenia are just the end of what I am. He stares at Heidemarie in such a way as to be half-baked up to Hatsumi.

"I thought you were about the same age..."

But...

"I think the recognition should stay that way, okay? Even if I say I'm seven, I'm seven years old in Homunculus. It's not easy to apply human age. Look, even dogs and cats. Right?

"Hey Mizumi. How about that? Hey?"

"No, that's all I can think of."

But it's still not good to call it a dog or a cat, or Hydemaree stares at me.

Shuiming, on the other hand,

"Well, let's go."

"Hey, Mizumi! Don't listen to me! Hey!"

"Okay, okay. It's okay, I'll transfer. Get in the line."

"We'll settle this later."

Heidemarie stepped inside the magic formation, saying so in such a way that the phonetic sounds of puffy.

Eventually, when Mizumi slaps each other in the palm and sounds a light-hearted sound of bread, the magic formation overflows with magical light.

"- Dimensional connection"

(- space-time concatenation)

At the same time that Shuiming uttered the key word, Shuiming returned to the other world.

... yes, without even knowing that there was a demon who was peering out of the shadows.

"Heh heh! If I thought I'd stopped seeing you for a bit, I'd have to be sticking my neck in a lot of funny things. Ahhhhhhh! That's me, Ku, but! Huh, Awan, there is only Akira Mizuki!! As a fan number one here, chasing after me is the muscle, right? That's right!?

Such an out of tune voice echoes the garden tip of an eight-key mansion where no one is.