We exchanged contracts and asked your father and Mr. Ginal for explanations.\n
The fact that I freed myself from the surgery from the encounter of Mr. Ginal.
And how Mr. Nargas healed the wounds caused by his surgery.
Mr. Nargas stared at me, and I strained my chest, Sola.
Lovely. Looking all the time, Mr. Fische seemed to like that he had the same feeling.
âThatâs so cute. Ivy, can I just stroke the Solas for a minute later?
âYou should all give permission. Give him a gentle stroke.â
Mr. Fische gives a slightly surprising look to my response.
âEverybodyâs talking about those kids?
âNo, you wouldnât be able to stroke Tamer unless he ordered you to, would you? Youâll get away with it if I try to touch you.â
I remember Mr. Fischerâs words about the normal slime.
âThe Solas are fine. Everybody, gather around for a second.â
Everyone gathers to my throne.
With that said, Iâm jumping freely on my desk, okay?
A gentle glance at Mr. Ginal and Mr. Garritt, but not a particularly unpleasant look.
That doesnât sound like a problem.
Pretty confused, Mr. Fische.
Experience knows that this kind of thing is quicker to try than to explain.
âUh-huh. Uh, Iâd like to stroke you, okay?
Mr. Fische speaks to the Solas with a slightly troubled look.
Itâs kind of funny to watch.\n
To the sounds of the Solas, Mr. Fische looks at me strangely.
âThe way it sounds, itâs okay,â he said.
âIt is. You can even communicate your intentions well. Then donât stroke me.â
Mr. Fische gently reaches out to Sol.
When I stroke it slowly, I shake it pully and narrow my eyes.
âIs that it? Hey, Ivy. Isnât there a sign of Tame on this girl?
âYes, because I havenât just taemed Solâ
Didnât I forget to tell you?
Mm-hmm. Thereâs so much going on that I canât remember what I said or what I didnât say.
But you didnât say anything about this reaction.
âUh, Sol asked if I could take a taste, and he refused, so I didnât. But sheâs a sweet girl whoâs been helping me.â
âIt is. Well, even I touch it. Yeah, I guess so.â
Mr. Fische looks at Sol with a slightly troubled look and strokes him gently.
I donât know, just a little less than just now.
âOh, were you attacking me with a slime that wasnât tayme?
âHa ha, yesâŚ. itâs supposed to be.â
âYouâre not coming.â
Mr. Garritt comes beside me and peeks softly at Sol.
âSol wouldnât do that. Hey!â
âIvy, can I ask you something? \nâWhat is it?
I look up at Mr. Garritt standing beside me.
âItâs the way it rings, why is this?
Why? What does this mean?
âThis has been happening since we met, is something wrong?
âWeird, no, you know⌠is that something we just donât know?
Mr. Garritt says something about bumps next door.
My voice is too small even though Iâm next door.
Iâll see, but heâs the only one in him whoâs got any answers.
âThe way it rings, I hope, is a little unique. That girl by the name of Ciel, thatâs an unusual pattern.â
âBecause Ciel is Adandala. I think itâs a little different than slime after all.â
Because the way Ciel sounds is the same as when Adandala did.
âReally what⌠hmm? Eh?â
âDidnât you hear something strange right now?
Mr. Fische and Mr. Garritt stare at Ciel.
No matter how much you look at it, itâs about the pattern and the way it rings because itâs an Adandala element now.
âBoth of you, letâs get this conversation started. And when itâs all over.â
Mr. Ginal calls Mr. Garritt and the others.
Looks like we finally got a whole convincing story.
âHa, roger. Do you want to solve it?â
Mr. Fische gave a satisfying look as he stroked everyoneâs head slowly at the end.
\nâReallyâŚâŚ hmm? You have little magic? No, how do you tame rare slime?
Mr. Ginal tilts his neck.
Shall I briefly explain this place?
âI have less magic than people because I have no stars. Sola was a collapsed slime, so I could Tame. Flem was born from Sola and has already had the mark of Tame since then. Ciel is sometime. Solâs not tayming, so it doesnât matter.â
The sound of your father drinking tea echoes in the room.
Father with the face of a bit of a failure.
âOoh. Well, Ivy has a lot of things, but itâs Ivy.â
What, what kind of explanation is that now, father?
And why is Mr. Ginal convinced by that explanation?
Compare the two by surprise.
I kind of feel like weâre getting along very well.
âI know exactly what Druid means.â
Listening to the story doesnât make sense.
When I looked at Mr. Ginal suspiciously, he smiled bitterly.
âBad. Donât ask for the three of us.â
Snort firmly into Mr. Ginalâs words.
I nod confidently too because Sola and Sol are confident.
âThen how do you make them grow up?â
âIâll put you to sleep with sleeping pills for now. If you canât, hit him and put him to sleep, so itâs okay.â
Oh, Mr. Nargas is definitely Mr. Ginalâs son.