Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core

Although the snow is not so much build-up, the cold weather still persists, but there were plenty of things to do as a Gentile who came across the sea to examine the herbs, selling herbs he had brought with him around the pharmacy inquirer, chatting and purchasing herbs he had never seen the other way around, and doing research in the library... It was supposed to be a superficial cover story, but lately it's been a distraction that I'm starting to feel like the main business. I'm sure it is.

Anyway, one day, when I was having breakfast on the ground floor of the inn, a young man of good stature was talking to Minna. When Minna turned around and the man walked this way, I was smelling trouble.

"You're the master of the painting who came here recently."

It's a mistake.

I denied it without putting my hair in and tried to slip out my side, but it was quicker for a man who stood still for a moment to turn back to me and plug in front of me.

"Wait! The back is taken. It's no use trying to fall in love!

No, me, I don't remember getting arrested or anything, and... back?

Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Minna cleared the dish while lying down, and Mr. Jehan looked away. Amnesia.

"... may I ask the name of someone who treats people as suspicious?

I'm upset, so I'm not going to seep through the grump, but I'll ask.

"Yeah. I'm Rupert Holbeck. Three sons of country lords."

The young man replied, somewhat wrapped around a great atmosphere. What, Holbeck (...)? Is that the lord who picked? The demons are surprised, too.

"I want to ask you for a job. Paint an illustration of my book."

"I refuse"

"Why!

I was so frustrated by how loud and furious he looked, I put my face so close together, I would be awesome with a low voice.

"Oh, still."

After being frightened, the man was silent and snorted.

I thought I'd give it up as it was, but it seemed surprisingly gutsy, and I kept talking.

"I'm sorry. Just listen, just listen to me."

It seems sticky until I agree, so I decided to give up and just listen.

"Here, then. It's annoying to other guests, so outside."

When I said that, the man followed me very closely. Leave the listening guests behind.