Another string reel from Bandoli

Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver! Strings roll the liver!

A new week has begun, and today I am still venting my emotions like crazy in the bedroom just like last week.

The exquisite and high-end cool lace pajamas were left with wrinkles because I rolled around on the bed to vent my temper.

My life has been a mess since he came to my house

so tired!

On April 04.24th, I went to the Eiffel Tower with the deacon. He had ignited a full-metal hypernuclear fusion reactor there for his artificial sun experiment. The warmest place in the world is no longer at the top of the World Tree. It's in the Mediterranean Sea, at the summit of the Iron Lady, where the Di Falleta particles are present.

"April 04.26th, my parents urged me and the deacon to go to the American Cathedral in Paris. Someone seemed to be planning a wedding there. But the second sun that ignited yesterday caused another energy disturbance. The wedding, without even the bride and groom, became a disaster."

"April 04.25th, I went to the Paris Opera with the butler. The actors' performance of the opera, The Phantom of the Seventh Martial God, was fantastic. But the butler was there, and he wanted to test the ancient legends buried deep within this place. The good news was that the legends were false, but the bad news was that the butler messed up, so that day... was truly haunted."

"Deacon is really terrible."

It was so annoying! When he thought about the countless ghosts that had crawled out of the ground of the Paris Opera House and were wandering around the theater because he claimed to have accidentally messed up.

The experience of hanging out with new friends was terrible. He even held me in his arms... and... it was still a little leaky...

"If you want to say something bad about someone, don't do it in front of them. At the very least, avoid them. This is basic etiquette, Miss Charlotte."

He was still meticulously dressed in the conservative uniform of the aristocratic academy, not allowing any extra skin to be exposed.

Sparks flew.

His face was covered with light particles, but he looked indifferent and emotionless.

It was clearly his fault that the weather in Paris was now so bad that beef ribs could be fried on the side of the road.

The source of my irritation was him leaning against the chair beside the bed, using his sonic screwdriver to debug and repair an indistinguishable part claiming to be a cosmic battery.

It is said that the gap in the parts that was bitten off by a small rodent was the culprit of his crash.

—and he's still trying to fix his broken spaceship.

It's just an engine nozzle and two iron trash cans, a garbage ship made entirely of junk.

However, I proudly declare that this is the most common and best-used spacecraft among my mentors.

I was facing him defenselessly, but I could only think about things that only science geeks would play with.

——What’s even more infuriating is that my friend, the chatterbox and the best student, is also enjoying the spaceship training he is playing.

"It's so hot, give me a break! Your after-school crafts are making this room even hotter!"

I crawled out of the bed, and the sweet smell of my body temperature hit my nose.

Because of rolling around, a few strands of her hair were sticking up, giving her a sloppy and unladylike look.

He didn't even turn his head or look at me, and was focused on the scrap metal in the midst of the flying particles.

"Then don't let me stay in this room. I also want my own private space. How come this room of yours is not as good as the other one? At least there are two sets of tables and chairs that can be folded into a bed for me."

“…” I couldn’t tell that my parents had moved the tables and chairs so far that only one stool was left…

“…You can also go up…”

“Give me some shame”

"Hang from the ceiling and sleep!"

"...An answer worse than the closet." He seemed to be shocked by my unintentional answer.

Am I... a little too much? Actually, if he's willing to ask, at least half of this bed...

“You can give it a try.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh???”

"Miss, what are you surprised about?" He glanced at me strangely.

Forget that this is an alien in human skin. He can definitely do what ordinary people can't.

"Then at least... let your sonic screwdriver work less to cool it down... I... let's do something else to calm our nerves and cool down, like drink some tea or something."

I have some indescribable complicated emotions. I hope that at least he can pay more attention to me.

In this situation, his reaction was...

"Then Miss, please turn on the air conditioner. Aren't you the one who is so willful as to not turn it on?"

Overly righteous crit

“The air-conditioning is broken!”

My voice must have sounded quite guilty.

He casually pointed the sonic screwdriver he was working on at the air conditioner that had a note saying "Under Repair" on it, and a blue light flashed.

"Beep——"

The air conditioner was deliberately broken, and the servants were not allowed to touch it, so it just blew out cold air automatically...

"The air conditioner has been repaired. So Miss, please stay put and don't disturb me while I'm working."

"Isn't your job to manage my life?"

"That's the job your parents and I agreed to announce internally. It can't even be announced publicly. Otherwise, my relationships in Japan would be ruined. And after all, my job involves temporarily managing your family's business. How can that be considered a butler's job? Do you think I'm Alfred from the comics?"

"..."

Actually, it seems your parents have already treated you like Batman...

There was silence between the two for a while.

"Hey, Deacon..." My voice was as light as a mosquito bite.

"The warm, wet feeling of that leak is really not good, but don't worry, the three of them noticed, but they didn't expose you before you were ready to admit it. And I won't judge your poor performance."

"Don't bring this up before I even start talking! No one in their right mind would reveal something so embarrassing right away!"

“You don’t define me as a normal person, do you?”

……

"...Is it fun to date them..."

"?ha?"

He had an expression of undeniable shock on his face.

"He went on a date with them... and he did it behind my back... He found a friend for me, but he did it himself. How could that be!"

"...Where do you think a couple's date would involve going to a catacombs and skeleton tombs to look at corpses, or taking three at once?"

Then, at the same time, the thought flashed through their minds that one of them really liked the idea of ​​dating in a tomb...

"If you're a weirdo, yes! Aren't you four all serious weirdos..."

"Among the three of them, one has a boyfriend, one is an aging person, and one just had her boyfriend stolen from her by a black girl from the next class."

"...Okay, the one whose boyfriend was taken away by a bull sounds like a suitable target..."

"But unfortunately, I don't have any romantic thoughts about them. They are all good friends."

He spoke in a very regretful tone, which made me feel a little angry.

Just because I behaved like a quail and could only hide at the opera house, those three friends not only reacted quickly but also quickly teamed up with him. They were so close that it was like they were old Ghostbusters partners who had known each other for more than ten years.

...The four of them often understand each other tacitly on many things, so they can understand each other and cooperate with each other to handle things perfectly.

The deacon happened to bring several improvised explosive devices with him when he went to the opera house this time. They covered each other, cross-fired to capture ghosts, and successfully placed detonation points in several key positions to blow up the entire ceiling of the opera house, exposing all the ghosts to the second sun and turning them into ashes.

It's just a band...

"...Then what are you doing there..." I couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

"Treasure hunting? It's hard for a rich lady like you to imagine. We common people are still very interested in exploring for treasure."

The sonic screwdriver pointed at her.

"Think about it. Based on what happened a few days ago, where are the most ghosts haunting? 児III令事九器氵IV"

"Rule number one: don't wander around. And they never follow it."

"So we bumped into each other, simple as that."

He waved his hands in a tone that said, "As expected."

"So, skeletons plus heat. A barbecue that might be a little dry and charcoal-smoked."

"By the way, they thought about inviting you and called, but you declined because it was too hot to go out."

what……

Because of my lack of initiative... because of my laziness...

"So you want to come with me?"

He just leaned over to me with a slightly mischievous look on his face.

Those cunning golden eyes clearly showed conspiracy, but I... I was attracted to them and couldn't resist...

Only a few emergency lights were still on in the Musee d'Orsay.

The corridor was empty of tourists, and there were only him and I walking together.

Great works of famous painters are exhibited on both sides.

It was not difficult for me to enter here after closing time. After I instructed the servants, they bought this art museum for me, which was originally impossible to sell to the public.

I forgot to ask him which painting he wanted. The servants didn't ask, perhaps because they thought it would be a waste of time and would affect our plan to buy the entire palace before we arrived.

I was on high alert for threats that could appear at any moment... I tried to hide my fear and held onto his homemade necklace that he said could protect me.

The reason why the deacon came here...it must be because of the resurrection of the dead that he messed up before, and some wronged soul might be hiding here.

Wearing a pair of plain glasses, he looked more sharp than ever.

Hands, I don't know what to hold.

But he seemed to be aware of what I wanted to do, and always shrank back slightly before touching me, avoiding me.

The sonic screwdriver patrolled back and forth like a flashlight, emitting a bright blue light.

He stopped in front of every painting, but he did not show the slightest respect for these world-famous paintings.

After confirming that it was not his target, he moved on to the next painting without hesitation.

Efficient, cool, and icy.

He paused in front of the painting "Orwell Church" for the longest possible seconds. But the blue light still went out, and he still shook his head.

There is no goal here.

He had boasted to me before that there was a ghost lurking in the art museum, and that he was planning to bring me here to scare me as a prank.

He also planned to take out a small passport booklet and use a piece of white paper to trick the security guard into letting him pass.

But when he heard that I bought the art museum, he looked a little stunned for the first time.

But now, he hadn't encountered the final ghost signal at the art museum. He was quite disappointed, and the emotion he expressed was something I had never seen before.

He who always does things recklessly must also feel a little frustrated.

It was during this brief moment of frustration and distraction that I finally held his hand.

The touch of his white hand conveyed body temperature and an unexpected hint of toughness.

Xian Juangan frowned silently. The person next to him was named Charlotte Louise Sanyuan...how do you pronounce that French word...Oh human, why did she still hold his hand after he had dodged her so many times?

I was only able to stay and take care of her because her parents begged me on their knees.

It's terrible. In order to replace the mentor's microcosmic battery, which sounds great but is somewhat anti-human and makes them discover that it will be very bad, they made a device called the substitute universe battery as the energy core of the spacecraft to slightly elevate human morality.

——It’s definitely not because I can’t make a microcosmic battery.

This battery is better than using a planetary civilization that is automatically reproduced by cutting off an entire star field.

A certain French historical node of the past timeline was chosen to be replicated, thereby obtaining a day repeatedly experienced by unconscious nanoparticles that had never actually lived.

Energy is obtained by the perpetual motion principle generated by mutual friction.

Avoid the recurring cliché of microcosmic battery civilization rebellion.