Eternal Log

When you enter the guided room, wooden desks and wooden chairs are arranged on an interesting wall just like the aisle you've been walking in.

I knew it was qualitative.

"I'm late for my application. My name is Ange, and I'm the Witch's dedicated escort captain."

When he entered the room and closed the door, the guide's guard suddenly named him out.

Everyone, including me, is distracted.

"Exclusive escort?

I ask back to the guard named Ange.

"Yes, I protect the witch and take care of her around me. It was my men who mounted today's promise yesterday."

I see.

If you're going to take care of yourself, you're going to have to be a woman, and if a witch has to be sober, say guard. It wouldn't be a good idea to put a man nearby.

I thought it was unusual for a female guard, but a witch's escort, not a guard, would convince me.

"So why is there a dedicated escort?

Roy asks Ange immediately.

That's right.

I don't know what it means to come into contact with us through a dedicated escort, not through the country normally.

"That's... hear it directly from the witch's mouth. It's not what I say."

Um, I got stunning teased.

Well, but I guess so.

There's no such thing as a dedicated escort who speaks Bella Bella instead of his Lord.

"Okay. Then I'll keep you waiting."

"... thank you. I think the witch will be back in time, so please take your time."

Instead of Roy, I decided to wait for the answer witch.

Perhaps there's no other way, and as far as how it goes, everyone seems to disagree.

In the meantime, we decided to sit in our chairs.