Chapter 290

Chapter 290: 290

The silence lasts for a few minutes.\n

I’m just getting worried, so I’ll call the three names in order.

“Captain Tableau, Vice Chairman Piss. Mr. Priagilmas!”

It freaked my body out in the order they called my name, but it moved me out for now.

Good, I can’t go on like this.

Looking next door to Chirali, Mr. Druid calmed down for a long time but still laughing.

“Mr. Druid, you laugh too much!

“Sorry, sorry. I got the same reaction as I imagined.”

As you can imagine?

Are you saying you knew how those three reacted?

“Ivy, you look strange, but that’s a normal reaction.”

Ordinary?

“Is that so surprising? Oh, because it was unintentional?

“Well, there’s that too. Because if a demon with mighty power suddenly shows up in front of you, you feel terrified.”

Terror?

I see Mr. Sarpent a little behind me.

The first time we met, it did… harden me up, too.

Yeah, you’re scared.

“Right. The first time I did it, it hardened me with fear.”

“Yeah. Well, in Ivy’s case, I was used to fast-tracking, talking to him.”

Was I?

Sure, I should have decided it was okay because the Solas weren’t particularly vigilant.

“Thanks to the Solas.”

“Not only that, but also Ivy’s personality, I think.”

My personality?\n

“I think I’m cautious.”

“No, it’s not.”

It was denied very fast.

I’m kind of shocked.

What, I’m a prudent, aren’t I?

What, no?

“Mr. Ivy.”

When I’m conceiving my personality, I’m gently called in a small voice.

Turning your gaze to you, you are very nervous, Captains Tableau.

“Um, you don’t have to be so nervous. Mr. Sarpent is so sweet.”

“Ah, yes. Looks like it.”

Three gazes go over Mr. Sarpent’s head.

When I look at you too, Sora, Ciel and the black spheres disappear one after the other from Mr. Sarpent’s head.

Moving so that I could see next to Mr. Sarpent, a little concerned about what he was doing, he was slipping.

From Mr. Sarpent’s head to his torso, the Solas were slipping and playing one after the other.

“Mr. Sarpent, if you don’t like it, refuse it properly”

To my words, move your head a little and nod.

Thanks, I seem to be giving you a slippery angle.

That’s sweet.

But I don’t know, maybe he’s the patron saint of the village, right?

“Um, is Mr. Sarpent still the patron saint?

Deputy Piss, who was slowly approaching and watching Mr. Sarpent, makes his cheeks a little red and nods over and over again.

“From the way it looks in this body, I’m pretty sure it is.”

Are you sure it’s the Patron God after all? \nTurn your gaze to Chirali and Sola.

Should I stop it?

But when I look at Mr. Sarpent, it seems like a fun atmosphere.

Well, okay.

If the person doesn’t like it, let’s stop it.

“I can’t believe I met a patron god so close. Thank you, Ivy.”

“Heh? No, no, I didn’t do anything.”

Why are you thanking me?

When I look at Mr. Druid, who was next door… he’s not here.

Wandering his gaze over where he had gone, he was putting the black sphere back over Mr. Sarpent’s body, which had gained too much momentum and fell from Mr. Sarpent.

Oh, there’s a few black spheres on Mr. Druid’s head.

Is there anything on his head that makes him want to try on it?

“I kind of feel like I’m in a strange space”

Captain Tableau looks at me in confusion, Mr. Sarpent and Mr. Druid, and Sola at the end.

Hi. Looks like I’m in on it, too.

It’s just a little bit, but it’s away.

“You don’t bite, do you?

‘It’s okay’ nods Mr Priagilmas to his question.

He was solidified by fear, but he finds it to be okay, approaching Mr. Sarpent one by one.

However, every time I get close, Mr. Sarpent turns his gaze on him, so he freaks out his body every time.

Their movements are strange and Mr. Druid and Deputy Piss are laughing with their mouths hidden with their hands.

My shoulders are shaking so I thought I could straighten them out right away, but Mr. Pliagilmuth doesn’t seem to be around that time.

“This is Mr. Sarpent, freed from the magic formations we just talked about. So, it’s the kids that are around.”

In the meantime, let me introduce you to Mr. Sarpent and the children.

\nBut you’re going to get vegetables because of what’s happened before.

Is that it?

Mr. Sarpent, you’re not responding?

“… I can’t do it?

I heard an awfully depressed voice from Captain Tableau.

Seeing it, I’m so depressed that I can see it in the back.

“Isn’t Mr. Sarpent the patron saint of the village of Hatau?

Tilt your neck slightly to the side of my question.

I guess this means I don’t know.

“Oh well. You don’t know that’s what Mr. Sarpent himself is called, because the patron saint is a name that people give themselves?

“… on my own…”

If this was it, I could see the point of tilting my neck to the side.

You don’t know, so if you ask me, I can’t answer, can I?

Hmm?

I feel like Captain Tableau just said something.

Turning his gaze to him, he’s more depressed than he was earlier.

Hey, what happened?

“Perhaps so. If anyone in Hathau said so on their own, they’d be right.”

Deputy Piss laughed a little bitterly.

Uh, somewhat subtle air.

Is it my fault?

Reminds me of what I said, which one?

I don’t know, and let’s give up.

“Mr. Serpent is known in the village of Hathau as the Patron.”

I nodded small at my words, so did you understand?