339 Petit meeting (1/2)

I heard the story of Tickle and Viscount Dole and went out of the break room and headed to my room to take a break.

As expected, the tickle will not be able to rest if I have been there for a long time. Either way, the magical power will recover a little later, so there's nothing to do.

I just climbed up the stairs to take a nap and a joke, and Dad Nord came out of the living room.

”Hmm? Al. What happened to Viscount Dole?”

”I stayed in the lounge and started writing a puppet play script. It's okay because I don't want to leave the room for a while.”

She tried to go up the stairs and Dad Nord grabbed my arm.

”What does a script for a puppet show mean?”

”Um, it just means that?-I'll move the doll and play it.”

”... I feel like this would be tedious if I didn't share it. Come to the living room.”

”Well”

I couldn't even forgive my rebuttal, and I was taken to my living room by Dad Nord.

I was going to take a nap in my bed now. whatever. There is a soft sofa in the living room, and should I take a nap there?

”Oh? Didn't you go see the Viscount Doll?”

When he returned to the living room with his father, Elna was sitting on the sofa and knitting.

If you look closely, it's slippers. Indeed, did you make something of the right size for Viscount Dole? I feel like I've seen her mother doing something homely after a long absence.

”Hey, Al is doing what he cares about before that.”

”No, I'm not doing anything.”

I just spoke and didn't make it myself this time.

Even though she was, her gaze was pierced by Father Nord and her mother.

”Al did something again?”

She sighs and stops making slippers and moves to the table.

It seems that something like a family petition is inevitable.

Since they felt something like silent pressure, I reluctantly arrived at the table.

”So, what did the Viscount Dole suddenly write a script for a puppet show do?

”Even if you blow it in, it's not easy to hear people. I just moved the doll by psychic and just said that if you cast a voice there with wind magic, you can do a doll-only play.”

”” Huh ... ”

I explained exactly how I should make excuses, and Father Nord and Elna sighed.

”Al again, tell me such an outrageous thing ...”

”I hate something innovative and interesting again.”

”That's right. It would be interesting to complete a play with only dolls. I can express movements and cuteness that humans can not do, and I am looking forward to completing the Viscount Doll.”

”Hey, you're blowing it.”

I'm noticed that I'm thrust by my father, Nord.

Sure, this makes it look as if I'm blowing into Viscount Dole. What is that? This is the result of riding on Elna's words. She is still a terrible mother.

”It's a realistic plan that can only be realized with practice. With the passion and financial resources of Viscount Dole, something will be completed.”

”No, no, it's really exaggerated.”

This is done mainly as a hobby of Viscount Dole, and it is unknown whether puppet plays will be accepted in the first place. It's not going to be in a big theater like a royal city, and nothing that Elna's mother is worried about.

”The revenues of reversi and tops that Al thought of are huge. It is likely that this will happen again.”

No, yes, but toys and puppet shows are different.

Dad Nord and Elna meditate, and the living room has some heavy air.

”Anyway, would you tell me if a specific move was decided for a puppet show? I don't know if the puppet show would be completed yet, but if the situation gets bigger, it won't be enough to move on.”

”OK, got it”

We report what seems to be related to territory properly. It's a promise with Nord Nord.

I don't think it's going to be that important though.

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”Alfleet, it's time for dinner.”

I wake up in the room due to Sala's voice thrown with the knock.

After having a petit meeting with Dad Nord and Elna, she had a nap in her room, but she seemed to have slept quite a bit. The outside is dark and the interior is dark.

However, I don't know if the wake-up was bad, but it was a bit sleepy.

I guess she woke up early because she was serious. Let's say we sleep twice here and feel refreshed before we get off.

”I see. I'll get off soon.”

”Don't put on your futon again while saying that.”

When she tried to sleep twice, Sala entered the room and brutally stripped her futon.

A little while.

”I'm still sleepy, a little more ...”

”No. Today we have a visitor, Viscount Dole, so we need to be seated early.”

Speaking of my sweet sound, Sala has no effect at all.