Ohanabatake no Maousama

That day was also a sweltering summer heat. After noon, the temperature rises suddenly, and adults work in a nap to avoid the sun. The ship without children is very quiet, and only the song of birds and the sound of cicada are resounding, and sometimes you can only hear the sound of bouncing fish and fish.

Rhythmic triple beats were flowing on the deck, as if counteracting such slumbering air.

"Skill comes out, Amoena-san." "That's right. The technique I got from morals hasn't gotten my body yet."

Amoena, who was given a moral dance technique the other day as a reward for Kudels, said that the moral lesson is to shed huge memories of the dances she had collected from the souls of her past dancers directly into her brain. Was something. It was in such a way that Amoena quickly became a dancer that surpassed the Royal Dance Company.

Although Amoena was able to get top-notch movements in a matter of seconds, she has not yet mastered all of her abilities. Naturally, the physique and the length of the limbs are different from those of the memory masters, causing movements to shift. The stage of the celebration was managed with some minimum adjustments, but it still needs some coordination.

However, it is a level that amateurs do not know exactly where it is off.

"Well, that's good, but ... it's almost time for the cruise to end. It's better to pack up your luggage with sweat." "It's already such a time.

Honestly following the words of Kudels, Amoena returned to her cabin. And the ship arrives at the dock in Duropera, almost as much as Amoena has finished packing.

"Then we're going to do something different from here." "It's dangerous, should I be with you ..." "Don't worry!"

Kuders put his hand on Amoena's shoulder, but was quickly knocked away. And Amoena disappears into the crowds of Dropera without looking back.

On her way, a pink shining butterfly fluttering fluttering which ordinary humans cannot see. Perhaps, it is probably a moral creation. It is based on the familiarity of the white butterfly created by Kudels the other day.

With the moral blessing, Amoena would be safe. At the very least, all the malice of those who point to her must be exhausted.

"Well done, did you go? It's kind of weird. Isn't it? "

At this point, Kuders notices that the prospect of Amoena to rely on herself has fallen far short.

"Did you leave a bit of hints, but you can still fix it?"

When he told him, Kuders turned his foot away from the city. And he arrives at a large suburban field.

After confirming that there was no one around, Kuders took off a robe and spread the emerald green wings hidden beneath it. When he set up a place far above the field, he muttered himself.

"By the way, do you sometimes try to imitate Mr. Moral? I hope I can go well, but ... I never thought that I would use the magic under study so soon.

The power of Kudels is released on a green field. At the next moment, all the grass that grew on the wide field was dyed white, and the red, yellow, and blue budding from it were covered with black flowers.

Furthermore, when a part of the flowers closes the buds ... a picture depicting the state of the city emerged there. In addition, the picture shows a distant view like a magic crystal ball by the flower repeatedly opening and closing quickly.

And in the middle of the picture made of the flowers, the figure of Amoena was drawn.

"Fufufu, let's get out of this me 200 years earlier. Huh? Can't humans live that much? It was rude again.

However, it was at that time that Kudels was rushing into the lonely play of rushing alone.

"Well, this magical power is moral? Oh, oh! The flowers! The flowers that I bloomed !!"

In front of Kudels, the dehydrated flowers have become wonderful dried flowers. Naturally, the movement of the image stops, and it is not clear what Amoena is doing now.

"What a terrible thing! I'm sorry, I can't just do it like this ...! What is this? It's like a villain of a third-class villain!"

Kudels gazed in the air for a while, and suddenly stopped moving and flew away.

The paintings drawn by the dried flowers left the doodles in the eyes of the residents of Duropera until it rained, due to the accidental composition.