âFather, what do we do? \n
If youâre being manipulated, you should solve it, but how?
âHmm, letâs just get out of the tent and talkâ
When I get out of the tent, thereâs only Mr. Ginal.
âThe other two are still looking into it, or you went for a drink.â
Youâre still less crisis conscious.
âBy the way, what business are you here on?
âAhhh, I made Ivy and Druid feel uncomfortable, but I didnât think I was well apologized for during the day. Sorry.â
Mr. Ginal bows his head toward me and your father.
I think you made a good apology for lunch, too.
âIâve received my feelings well, so thatâs enough. Sorry I didnât realize you were worried about me, too.â
âNo, no. Itâs not about Ivy lowering her head.â
Your father recommends the chair, so he tries to prepare tea, but Mr. Ginal shakes his neck sideways.
Itâs late, so theyâre already leaving.
Mm-hmm. I feel like this is a good time to be alone.
Shall I pull you into the tent and put Sol over your head?
âIvy, have you thought about something strange?
A deep crease is engraved between your fatherâs eyebrows.
Gently take your gaze off.
âHuh. I kind of know what Ivy thought.â
âI canât wait, I think this is a good opportunity, huh?
Because Mr. Ginal is in front of you alone.
Opportunities donât come around that way.
Then it would be a shame to miss that opportunity.
âAh, Ginal. Thereâs a problem in the woods right now, isnât there?
âBased on that, donât you feel uncomfortable looking around?
Mr. Ginal looks around as he leans his neck against your fatherâs words.
Iâll see how it goes, but I donât see how I noticed anything, and I get a strange look.
I still canât seem to solve the surgery just by hanging up.
âRight. I donât have a choice.â
Mr. Ginal compares your father to me with a puzzled look.
âMr. Ginal, wait a minute. Because I have an important favor to ask.â
In the meantime, I canât move on not adding more people.
Let Sol and your father do their best.
If itâs unintentional, weâll figure it out, Iâm sure.
Return to the tent and speak aloud, by the side of Sol.
âSol, I need a favor. Thereâs someone in there who wants you to untie me, so can you untie me?
A sol that rings small and âpeppyâ to my words.
With that said, I was begging you not to ring in the tent, but itâs ringing.
âUh, if you suddenly cover it up, itâll burst, right? What shall we do?â
Will your father hold you back?
Iâm sure youâre gonna do that, arenât you?
Itâs hard not to talk about the operation.
âIs Ciel going to help you, too?
With your father and Ciel, I wonder if you can handle it if you want to contain it.
If thereâs anything I can do, you can join me.
âCiel, Sol. Letâs try.â
To my words, gently stroke the pulls and the shaking heads of the two, in turn, before going to summon Mr. Ginal with a temper. \nâMr. Ginal.â
Only face out of the tent.
Mr. Ginal looks at me strangely.
âItâs going to be a little bit of a story, so please go inside the tentâ
Your father smiled small and bitter at my words.
Mr. Ginal was a little confused, but when your father opened the entrance to the tent and waited, he approximated and came in.
Well, what do we do from here?
âThatâs bigger than it looks.â
âHeh? Huh! Are these kids rare slime?
Mr. Ginal is surprised by Sora and Flem, who suddenly popped up in front of him, and stares at the two on both knees.
Sora and Flem are also staring up at Mr. Ginal.
âGinal, Iâm sorry. Because it wonât be a bad thing. Iâll apologize later.â
Father who wraps the rope around Mr. Ginal.
Soon I was near Mr. Ginal, Sol.
When your father finished roping, he wrapped his entire head around Mr. Ginal.
A little bumpy, but Mr. Ginal collapses without the gutter of power.
Your father held him in a hurry and lay him down slowly.
âI feel like Iâm doing something really bad.â
Your father smiles bitterly at my words.
Looking at Mr. Ginalâs thighs, Ciel is wrapped around him.
Thatâs a great collaboration. I accidentally slapped my hand on it all the time.
âOh, and thanks to Sora and Flem. That was just it.â
Sora and Flem shake with pleasure and pull.
Ciel stretched out her body a lot as she softly moved away from Mr. Ginalâs thigh.
âIvyâs so thoughtful.â
âNo, âcause thereâs always three of us. Donât miss this opportunity! Thought.â
\nSilence persists for a little while.
âOh? What? Why those guysâŠâŠ no, am I with you?
I hear Mr. Ginalâs confused voice.
Gently put your face out of your fatherâs back.
If you stare, your gaze fits.
There is confusion and perplexity in that gaze.
âIn the meantime, calm down and sit downâ
Let go of the hand that was holding the sword in your fatherâs words and sit in that place.
I get out of the tent to prepare tea.
When I got ready and went back to the tent, there was Mr. Ginal with a blue complexion.
Put the tea in front of you.
âPlease, Iâll calm you down.â
Mr. Ginal, who drinks tea slowly.
I took a big, deep breath and looked at your father to see if the warm tea calmed me down a little.
âI got the story. How dangerous we are right now.â
âOh, so I want to hear. How well doesâ Wind âknow about the Magic Formation?
âSorry, I donât know much about it. Decades ago, by order of the king, there were people who were studying the magic formation, but the research was frustrated along the way because all those involved had died unfortunately. Nowadays, in and around the royal family, the magic formations are said to be the legacy of a cursed pastâ
Itâs a legacy of a cursed past.
âSometimes found in villages and towns, but all relevant documents should have been collected in secrecyâ
Does that mean that the paper that drew the magic formation that was capturing Mr. Sarpent was also recovered?
If youâre cursed, itâs safer to be recovered properly, right?
âI just donât get it unless thereâs a report that the magic team has been discovered.â
Ginal gives her a magical look by drinking tea.
And look inside the tent.
I stare at Sol, Sola, Flem, Ciel, and I look at your father.
âOh, Ivyâs the Tamerâ
When Mr. Ginal looked at me, he lowered his head.
âThank you. Thank you.â