365 363 Two Meets (1/2)

hours after Alistair entered the renovation work. Even if I say I'm going to use the system inside me, it's going to take a lot of time to get ready for that startup and control.

As usual, Alistair, who did not leave her eyes slightly moving while meditating, accidentally opened her eyes and raised her face.

”All right, I'm ready. Now we can always get into renovation work.”

That's what I say, soak up the sweat on my forehead. He didn't drink or eat for hours. I think it's pretty worn out, but I don't see any great fatigue on that face.

”Hey, don't you have to rest? It's night, huh?

From a small window equipped with only one in this room, I can see the darkness of night at some point. The room was shiny too bright for me to notice at all.

”Atashi is fine. It's hard to feel tired. That said. There's still a long way to go. Let's take a break…”

”Fran's tired too, isn't he?

”Go.”

”I'm tired of Atashi, so stick with me for a break”

I just told you it's a tireless body just before. He's obviously caring for Fran. However, Fran is not a child who can't read the air enough to get rid of that care, so she snorted cocklessly at Alistair's words.

”Okay.”

”Then we're going upstairs.”

”Can't you do it here?

”I don't eat at work.”

That seemed to be a preoccupation as an artisan. Good, Fran from Jalapeco took out the dishes in the middle of the analysis and didn't start eating them. Alistair's concentration would have been a gut mess. Or the analysis work might have been interrupted.

”But then...”

Fran saw me with Chirali. I guess you're worried about leaving me here.

'Fran, it's okay. There's no more pain, and don't worry.'

”But...”

'Unlike me, Fran is tired, and he needs a break. If I'm cured, if Fran goes down, it doesn't make sense, does it?

How dare you, Alistair normally lifted me up.

”Nothing, the restoration's done, and if you don't fight hard, you can move.”

Say it sooner! We had a normal, snug exchange!

”Here, Fran.”

”Mmm.”

Oh, I knew Fran's back would calm down. And Grandpa Garth's special sheath. It just fits me, and it feels like I'm wrapped up? Or did you come home? Anyway, the peace of mind is great.

”This way.”

Leading up the stairs by Alistair, it was surprisingly a normal mansion there. Perhaps more luxurious than somewhat luxurious accommodation. Stone, spicy villa-style interior.

At the end of the door where Alistair dived, it was a dining room. In front of a large marble table, there is already a forerunner.

”It's over?

”Not yet. I'm just taking a break.”

”Right...”

”Hey, pack more, you idiot”

”Ooh. Sorry.”

I knew Earthlers was weak for Alistair, or you feel reluctant. I'm familiar with it, but it feels like Groundlers is pulling a step further than that.

Even that Chiara had an ordered tone. Earthlers' such appearance was intensely uncomfortable. I don't think he's the same person.

Fran seemed to feel the same way, leaning her little neck and voicing doubts.

”Hey, are you two not close?