262 Lesson 261

Atal and Caro decide to rendezvous with Balkias and Ifria before searching for a place to stay.

It was thought that having Balkias and Ifria would be a neck, but because of the influx of many species in the city, or because they happened to be able to stay in the inn without being as problematic as the scissors.

However, two things were confirmed by the Innkeeper.

The first.

"Those two don't get violent, do they?

Two people nodded with Jesus in an instant response about this.

The general smiles nicely because Ataru replied that there was no problem, although she was asked with a harsh look about whether other guest summoners and contract beasts had previously broken room equipment, etc.

And the second.

"... Um, can I touch it?

The cheeks of the damsel who asked that question were slightly red-stained.

The general is a man and her husband, who divides the kitchen of this inn, is also a man.

And because it is in the heart of the city, do the Beasts who set up their dwellings in the corner of the city shy away or they seldom stay in this inn?

But the general was probably interested in Fae races such as the Beast Man.

There came the Tamed Demon named Balkias and Ifria and the Beastman child named Caro.

Of particular interest seems to be Balkias and Ifria, her eyes nailed to the two from the moment she lifted her guard.

Then the slightest hope seemed to naturally mouth that maybe he would let me touch it...

"Bal, ifria. May I touch this general for a moment?

Atar, who laughed all the time at the fact that the general's mundane greed had been passed on to him, throws them a word of confirmation.

A damsel throwing an eye of anticipation.

I thought it was a bad idea to take it and say no. Balkias and Ifria alternated between the general and Atar's face, then decided to snort.

"Huh!!! Ahhh! Thank you Ugh!!

I was beginning to indulge in moffy furrows when I reached Balkias, so much so that I had ever had a stomach of puffiness.

At first it was Balkias, who was solidified by a loud voice and a hugged shock, but gradually regained his composure and was quiet and surrounded by the feeling of a damsel wanting to love him.

After doing so for a while, he now shifts his gaze to Ifria and starts stroking to enjoy the feel of scales.

Iphria was not to be stroked around like this, so she seemed slightly boiled, but she remained quietly of the general.

This interaction lasts about thirty minutes in time, and by then my husband, a chef who noticed strangely, comes to the reception.

And when I found her stroking around the covenant beast of the guest with the mellow look of the general, I bowed my head with a look of regret at the same time as the shuddering.

"... that, I'm sorry. I don't mind the cost of the inn for free, so, uh, let him go free for a while... We will do everything we can to help you with your food."

Ataru and the others, who thought their husbands would stop her at all, would be surprised by the chef's words, but he also acknowledged that he had been promised a convenient service here.

It was mainly Balkias and Ifria who suffered the damage, but they were nevertheless not as uncomfortable as they were both because the general was so gentle to touch them everywhere.

But it took another thirty minutes or so for the general to be satisfied, so much so that the chef was representing the receptionist.

"Heh, heh, heh... thanks! Ugh, now we can work hard again! As my husband said earlier, the inn cost is free and we will have a good meal for you, so stay tuned! The room will be a rampage upstairs. Here's your key!

Still smiling and entwined with a delightfully radiant atmosphere with her twinkly skin, the general was on her way to consult with the chef on what dishes to serve in the kitchen, laughing Ugh.

"... good luck, Bal and Ifria. Well, what, I'm glad the inn bill floated."

It just seemed like an hour was long, and the two people who were called remained quiet.

After that, you'll go back to your room and get some rest, then roll out to the city and think about lightning protection.

Coming back to the inn after some preparation, it's just dinner time.

Once I told him I was tired of strolling the unfamiliar city, there was going to be a special treatment where the meal was brought to my room.

As for the meal, Atal and Caro, as well as Balkias and Ifria, tasted satisfied enough to hit the tongue drum, and the fatigue was blowing away.

Early the next morning, Ataru and the others had breakfast at the inn and even made lunch, so I plan to eat it in the mountains.

By the way, how happy the general was to have stroked her around satisfactorily for the first time, she said she would keep the room until the Atals returned to the request - for free of charge, of course.

"Hey, that helped a lot. The general and the chef tried to make things easier for me, and Bal and Ifria are all kinds of things."

Atal gently stroked Balkias' head sitting next to him in a good mood.

Now, Atar and Balkias are on your stand, and Caro and Ifria are in the carriage.

"I was also in a hurry this morning because I was lightly embraced, and I thought they would do it again for a long time..."

Balkias crushes like that with a slightly grumpy appearance.

"I guess they noticed that what happened yesterday was too much. Well, I'm glad you kept your room too."

Atal stroked Balkias' head again, saying so.

Again in a different way than the general, Balkias narrows his eyes so that he feels comfortable, and at last his eyes remain closed.

"Pfft, sounds like it would feel good if Atal could stroke you. But I get it. When Ataru strokes me, I feel at ease or good..."

Carol also remembers when he was stroked by an atar to make him melt his face properly and narrow his eyes.

Then Caro, remembered, moves through the carriage to your podium.

"Oh, hey, what's going on, Caro?

"Uh, uh, heh."

As he drips his ears, Caro is blushing his cheeks and offering his head toward his claws.

"... hmm? You want me to stroke Carol, too?

Atal realizes her gaze is toward the hand stroking Balkias. That said, he strokes her head slowly.

With each stroke, Caro's expression becomes thick and loose.

Atal was to continue to stroke Caro's head for a while.

And when Caro is satisfied, now Ifria flies in.

"N"

He has also urged me to stroke my head, so I will leave my soothed face untouched.

When it was over, now Balkias, because Caro was repeated even more, Atar would continue to stroke someone's head until he reached the mountain.