I realized when I left the alchemy guild without the two of them.
That I should have at least brought an escort with me.
But I had to be alone.
I explained the worst, I could take Sorte with me, but not Aina.
It's too early for her.
But it's a shame to take Sorte alone and leave Aina behind.
You don't think they're going to aim directly at me and physically eliminate me, do you?

........There was a time when I was thinking like that too.

As soon as I left the alchemy guild and walked for a bit, I was blocked off from the path.
Huh, even so, even though there are no people in the city, would they still proudly display their weapons in the city?

Heh heh heh. Where do you think you're going, kid?

Heh-heh-heh.
And a shaved head, you know, Japanese people have baby face, but I'm not old enough to be called a shaved head.

"We're just here for the fun of it. What do you guys want...?
''Yeah, I don't need to ask. If you want to return to the Alchemy Guild without saying a word, I'll return it to you quietly. But if you're going to be forced to go through with it, I don't know what will happen?

Probably, or definitely Dardaril's servant or something.
But wasn't direct interference forbidden?
I wonder if these guys understand that.

''If you harm me, Dardaril loses, is that right?
Daryl?　We don't know who that is. We just don't like you, that's all.

There's no way that logic would work.
Now, if this were a game, would the choices come into play?

1. "You don't know who I am. Fine, I'll remind you." 2.
2. "Hey!　Suyasen!　Kaelimas!　And runs away like a de-rabbit.
3. "Oh, UFOs," he slips through while distracted.


I'll just safely turn on my heel.

"Huh...
"And if you die, Daryl's master's enemies won't be there. That slave will become Daryl's master's. We don't want to kill him. If you want to go home quietly, fine, but if you don't go home then I guess we'll just have to do it.

Geehee, the four of you laughing vulgarly.
You said you didn't know Dardaril earlier, but you're calling him husband or something, and you know what's going on inside.
I'm not going to let you pass through," they look like the three of us, but if I fight them, I'll be killed for sure.
But that's okay. Let's return home and meet up with Aina and the others.
When I was about to turn on my heel, a small shadow fell in front of me.

"...Here we are.

A girl with cat ears who used to eat my beef skewer sandwiches with relish.
She was on the ground with one hand on the ground, hunched over, her other hand raised high at an angle, her legs outstretched in a pose.
Huh?　That's the girl with the cat ears, right?

Lord, I wouldn't let him touch you. Come on. I'll take care of you.

A cat-eared girl spinning words in a matter-of-fact manner.
I was surprised that it appeared in front of me without a sound, but it's more than that, it's an outfit.
The large knife held in the opposite hand, the mask that hides the mouth in the black outfit is something of a ninja.

"What the hell!
'The Lord's contraption. If you mess with the Lord, I won't spare you.

When did you become my contraption?
And I'm angry...?　He speaks so matter-of-factly that you can't see much emotion in his words.
Don't tell me you're being thorough with your shinobi?

''Shit!　Get the f*ck out of here, you bastards!
You're late. Don't kill him! "Huh!
What an idiot...

Careful. It's not a good idea to kill in this kind of traffic because he said he wouldn't show mercy or something, so I called out to him in passing, but he seemed to have guessed.
The cat-eared girl had moved in front of the man before I knew it, and had delivered a heavy blow to the stomach.
It would only be possible with the overwhelming difference in strength that he was able to properly return the blade and take it down without cutting.
This boy was this strong.
And the only thing I knew about this girl was her cute little side eating a beef skewer sandwich.

... "I'm done.

He's already beaten them while he was pondering.

"Thanks for the help, man. You're a girl I've met before, right?
Yes. I have an escort from Yassis. The Lord will protect me.

Yashis. You took the first move.
You were prepared for that possibility.
Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry I missed it.

What are you going to do now?
Hmm?　These guys, or should we just leave them alone?
Are you sure you don't want me to kill you?
'I don't want anyone anywhere to hold a grudge for these guys, and you're going to help me if they attack me again, right?
Of course.
So leave it alone. I'm going to Central Avenue now, do you want something to eat?
...Are you sure?　But I'm still on a mission.
The closer you are to your bodyguard, the better. If there's a crowd, you don't want to get stabbed in there.
Sure. All right, I'll stick around. We'll have some food.

The cat ears twitched.
I felt the urge to touch it, but I managed to push it away and we headed to the central square.
There weren't many people on the street, only a few people walking sparsely, so we didn't seem to be worried about getting stabbed all of a sudden.

It was late at night, but we were able to secure some white bread and beef skewers at the last minute, so we sat down on a bench to have a meal.
We cut the bread into pieces and handed them to him with the beef skewer between them, and he moved his cat ears restlessly.

'Chew your food slowly,'
"Muggy" (I know).
You have no idea. Here, drink this.

This time it's not fruit wine, but fruit juice.
I don't know how old he is, but it's not good for an underage person to drink alcohol.
The body is small, so there's a high possibility of acute alcohol poisoning.

The girl with cat ears received a water bottle and drank a sandwich of beef skewers as if pouring it down.
She also ate another beef skewer sandwich with her cheek full of it.

''No one is going to take it, so eat it slowly...''
"Muggy muggy. I don't know. I don't know. If I don't eat when I can, I might not be able to eat anymore.

Then I put the remaining beef skewer sandwich in my mouth and start chewing.
Ahhhh. It must be hard to chew.
I mean, I haven't even taken a bite yet.

'Come to think of it, are you sure you're not on the verge of eating?

Wendy says slaves are for eating half-eaten food.

It's okay. He's a master, but he's not a master yet.
I don't get it. Here you go. Want another one?
"Eat.
But on one condition.

I put out my hand to receive it, but I raise my arm up to prevent it from reaching me.
The cat-eared girl stretches her arm out as hard as she can to get it, but she gives up and looks at you with a resentful look.

'Eat slowly. Do you understand?
All right. I'll eat slowly. Just give me some.

A cat-eared girl who nods her head obediently.
She's an obedient and sensible girl.
But the size of the bite didn't change.

"Moku-moku-moku-moku-moku-moku.
Eat a little bit at a time and don't speed up your chewing...
"Mogogo.
Why don't you talk to me while you eat...
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Okay.

Cute.
I'm not a pedophile, but I guess this is what I would be like if I had a daughter.
I didn't have any desire to get married, but I'd like to have a girl like her.
The girl with cat ears eating little by little. The fact that the cat ears are twitching is disturbing.

You're going to be able to touch the ears for a little while.
"Hm.

He seemed to make it easier to touch me as I lifted my feet up on the bench with my head turned toward me as I ate.
It's also twitching when it does so, and I gently touch it from the tip first.

I wonder if the texture is the same as a normal cat's ears. But her white fur was very soft and fluffy.
I scratched the base of his ears, and he shrank back and scratched here!　He puts his head in my lap and presses it against my lap as if to say, "I'm sorry.
It's bad manners, but he lets me touch his ears, so it's okay.

Come to think of it, my cat that I used to have used to get on my stomach every time I lay down, lightly punched my hand with a cat punch, and let me pet his head.
Cats seem to feel good to be patted on the base of their tails, not to mention under their chins.
And without thinking about it, I pecked the base of her tail.

"Mmmm.

The cat-eared girl has her head down with her tail pinned down and her hips raised high.
Naturally, her face is squeezed into my lap.

'What?　Now.

Her hips dropped a moment later and her face was turned to me, but she had the strength to stop this child's beef skewer sandwich crunching.

"I heard that cats feel good here, so I tried popping it, but...
Hmm. That feels good. Do it again.

No, it's impossible. Even at night, there are people in the stalls. There are a few people walking around, too.
The man who touches the base of the tail of a girl with cat ears thrusting her ass up while pressing her face against my knee in such a situation is a pervert no matter how you look at it.
Let's say I was a pervert. Even though I acted perverted to Aina earlier, I'm a well-informed pervert.
I'm not going to do that in this traffic.

I'll see you next time.
I don't want to. Now!
So, the head. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I gave him a scratch under his chin and at the base of his ears, though he grumbled that he didn't want to use his head, and he leaned back against me.
Uriuri. Roll-over.
Gurgling. It's just a matter of time.
This is not good. This is going to go on forever.

"Hmmm... Is it over?
Yeah. I've got some places I have to go after this.
So do it again when you're done.
Okay, okay.

The cat-eared girl seemed to be satisfied with the response and got up and got off the bench.
Cats should not be allowed to be too much of a bother, but the cat-eared girl was apparently friendly.
Miss Letty-chan had warned me about it, though.

'Where are you going?'
Uh, your husband's place.
'My husband?　My husband is the Lord. Not yet, though.
No, no. It's Yassis, Yassis.
Yassis?　Why?　Will you buy me one?
Not for now, I'm afraid. Just a little while longer.
I see. I'm waiting. So what are you doing?
Thank you. Thanking me for letting you be my bodyguard.

It hurts my heart very much to see my ears go dim when I was told that I couldn't do it, but I can't wave a sleeve without it.
I said thank you, but I've got other things on my mind.
Originally, I had something to do with Yashis.

'Right. 'Let's go then.'
Hey! Don't run! You'll fall!
I'm not a child.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I put my hand out to try it.
Then, you see, he was happy to hold my hand.

"Humph... Humph...
Don't pull too hard. I'm the one who's going to fall down because of the height difference.
I'm fine, I'm fine.

The little cat-eared girl took me by the hand and led me to the Yassis slave trading center.