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.
“That’s so cute. Ivy, can I just stroke the Solas for a minute later?
“You should all give permission. Give him a gentle stroke.”
Mr. Fische gives a slightly surprising look to my response.
“Everybody’s talking about those kids?
“No, you wouldn’t be able to stroke Tamer unless he ordered you to, would you? You’ll get away with it if I try to touch you.”
I remember Mr. Fischer’s words about the normal slime.
“The Solas are fine. Everybody, gather around for a second.”
Everyone gathers to my throne.
With that said, I’m jumping freely on my desk, okay?
A gentle glance at Mr. Ginal and Mr. Garritt, but not a particularly unpleasant look.
That doesn’t sound like a problem.
Pretty confused, Mr. Fische.
Experience knows that this kind of thing is quicker to try than to explain.
“Uh-huh. Uh, I’d like to stroke you, okay?
Mr. Fische speaks to the Solas with a slightly troubled look.
It’s kind of funny to watch.\n
To the sounds of the Solas, Mr. Fische looks at me strangely.
“The way it sounds, it’s okay,” he said.
“It is. You can even communicate your intentions well. Then don’t stroke me.”
Mr. Fische gently reaches out to Sol.
When I stroke it slowly, I shake it pully and narrow my eyes.
“Is that it? Hey, Ivy. Isn’t there a sign of Tame on this girl?
“Yes, because I haven’t just taemed Sol”
Didn’t I forget to tell you?
Mm-hmm. There’s so much going on that I can’t remember what I said or what I didn’t say.
But you didn’t say anything about this reaction.
“Uh, Sol asked if I could take a taste, and he refused, so I didn’t. But she’s a sweet girl who’s been helping me.”
“It is. Well, even I touch it. Yeah, I guess so.”
Mr. Fische looks at Sol with a slightly troubled look and strokes him gently.
I don’t know, just a little less than just now.
“Oh, were you attacking me with a slime that wasn’t tayme?
“Ha ha, yes…. it’s supposed to be.”
“You’re not coming.”
Mr. Garritt comes beside me and peeks softly at Sol.
“Sol wouldn’t do that. Hey!”
“Ivy, can I ask you something? \n“What is it?
I look up at Mr. Garritt standing beside me.
“It’s the way it rings, why is this?
Why? What does this mean?
“This has been happening since we met, is something wrong?
“Weird, no, you know… is that something we just don’t know?
Mr. Garritt says something about bumps next door.
My voice is too small even though I’m next door.
I’ll see, but he’s the only one in him who’s got any answers.
“The way it rings, I hope, is a little unique. That girl by the name of Ciel, that’s an unusual pattern.”
“Because Ciel is Adandala. I think it’s a little different than slime after all.”
Because the way Ciel sounds is the same as when Adandala did.
“Really what… hmm? Eh?”
“Didn’t you hear something strange right now?
Mr. Fische and Mr. Garritt stare at Ciel.
No matter how much you look at it, it’s about the pattern and the way it rings because it’s an Adandala element now.
“Both of you, let’s get this conversation started. And when it’s all over.”
Mr. Ginal calls Mr. Garritt and the others.
Looks like we finally got a whole convincing story.
“Ha, roger. Do you want to solve it?”
Mr. Fische gave a satisfying look as he stroked everyone’s head slowly at the end.
\n“Really…… hmm? You have little magic? No, how do you tame rare slime?
Mr. Ginal tilts his neck.
Shall I briefly explain this place?
“I 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. Sol’s not tayming, so it doesn’t matter.”
The sound of your father drinking tea echoes in the room.
Father with the face of a bit of a failure.
“Ooh. Well, Ivy has a lot of things, but it’s Ivy.”
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 we’re getting along very well.
“I know exactly what Druid means.”
Listening to the story doesn’t make sense.
When I looked at Mr. Ginal suspiciously, he smiled bitterly.
“Bad. Don’t ask for the three of us.”
Snort firmly into Mr. Ginal’s words.
I nod confidently too because Sola and Sol are confident.
“Then how do you make them grow up?”
“I’ll put you to sleep with sleeping pills for now. If you can’t, hit him and put him to sleep, so it’s okay.”
Oh, Mr. Nargas is definitely Mr. Ginal’s son.