714 712 Biscott Battle Begins (1/2)
Even this morning, Fran makes his way to the venue. Both hands are equipped with skewered grilled meat bought from the stalls, but this is also every morning.
I also eat breakfast at the inn, of course. I mean, I took everything out of my dimensional storage and ate it when I woke up. What's that? It's like a skewer for Fran, like a regular cookie.
”Momogu”
”MomMom”
Ursi is a Ursi, and he gets a giant cowbone after he finishes picking up the stock. My aunt at the soup stall gave it to me.
Seems like it would be fun to just sit in the middle of a bone with more than a metre of it and have a sweet bite.
The figure looks like an idiot dog walking with a long wooden stick, and looks a little dumb as well.
Yesterday, after Fran praised me, my legs grew and so on, and I just got the soup. Although in an instant it disappeared into the belly of Fran and Ursi.
I think it had some pretty big material in it.
”Mogu... Mm”
”What's up, Fran?”
”That.”
Fran suddenly stopped on his feet, but at the end of that gaze stood a man who looked familiar.
”I managed to manage the country”
”Viscount Emert of the Kingdom of Charles. Well, you don't have to remember. '
”What do we do?
”Hmm.”
Obviously waiting for someone. That would most likely be Fran.
As a matter of fact, I was able to hear a few words from Caitley yesterday. I remember that time.
”The Kingdom of Charles? He came to me, too.”
”You are! He's also very busy because of the noise they make. He said he'd send a letter of protest to the Kingdom of Charles because he couldn't fix it.”
A statement of protest to the country? They're more important than I imagined.
”They don't keep their promises at all.”
”Heh. So is my place coming back too?
”I guess...... He said some people were made too persistent and beat him up. He said he was a nobleman, and then the guild and the lord couldn't shelter him.”
”Even though they're bad for you?
”Well, it's not a crime to solicit, because they're noble...”
In the end, it seems to be decided that the side with the hands is bad. Could that be the purpose? Dare to erupt and disqualify promising players? Or, like, gripping a weakness and making you listen to what you say?
”Sister Fran, be careful.”
”Okay.”
What an exchange.
'Let's just keep going like this. So, when Viscount Emert comes this way, he escapes with a metastasis'
”Okay.”
”Ma, if Fran had disappeared, I don't think we'd find him.”
Pass in front of Viscount Emert and his squire man, distracted by the audience entering the arena.
Advice, the Viscounts of Emert did not notice the sign of Fran.
”Is that Black Cat girl still here?
”I think it's time...”
”Yes! Look closely!
I knew Fran was after me. Well, I wish I'd run away like this in the future. Anyway, we're leaving this town in a few days.