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”Ma'am, do you have any excuses for getting us involved?
Quina was quietly complaining about Meir, who annihilated the Warcraft and the Evil Man with overwhelming firepower and rushed under the Frans in a whim. Well, don't even call it a sermon.
”No, the... I believed you guys could get away with it without a problem. Look, there's no injuries right now, and you're pimping it!
”But I was about to be swallowed up by a lava wave.”
”No, the...”
”In the first place, did you need to unleash an attack of so much power? Mr. Fran locked me up because of it, so couldn't there have been a more efficient way?
”Well, that's...”
”Plus, check this out”
Quina gently fingers her own cheek. What? I don't think it's normal cheeks. Meir also twists her neck because she doesn't seem to know what Quina is trying to say.
”Hmm?”
”Take a look”
”No, I'm watching...”
”Didn't you get a little dusty!
”You know what! Although it would be natural to get dirty during battle!
”It's important that you have been defiled by the carelessness of your allies, not the enemy.”
”Yeah, you fine bastard! Anyway, now it's what we're going to do with our future actions!
Meir screams to deceive. I guess Quina was also satisfied to see Mere flutter to some extent. I followed the word with great devotion.
”Then let's make some tea.”
”Dude, it's a battlefield, huh?
You're changing too soon! Or tea on the battlefield! Even Meir is a little surprised. But Quina calmly returns the word.
”Then I think you should take a break when you can”
”Hmm... does that make sense”
”Yes.”
I'm convinced! Quina handily arranged the teacups on a table she had removed from nowhere, where she poured hot tea from the teapot. Meir sat back softly on the chair that Quina had once again removed from somewhere.
”I wonder if this will happen, and this tea is also magical tea with the effect of reducing the burden of awakening using the Beast Divine Flower.”
”Wow. That won't help. Exactly.”
”Mr. Fran, please? There's scones, too, right?
”I'm sorry. I'm gonna go take down the dormant squad”
But Fran turned back his heel when he said no to the offer. But in a few steps I walk out and my body leans flaccid.
'Oh, hey. Fran, are you okay?
”Mmm.”
I snorted, but his complexion was bad. I have forgotten my fatigue because of the tension on the battlefield and the willingness to save my people, but they say it's time to close the limit. I should have known.
”Keep fighting, you won't make it.”
”This tea is formulated with spiritual grass that has a fatigue restorative effect, so please do. You can also shorten the time needed to reawaken, right?
'Fran, just a little. Just 10 minutes, so let's take a break. I'm a little tired too. Huh?'
”...... hmm. Okay.”
Reluctantly, Fran followed my suggestion. Quina pulls a chair on Fran as well. However, if he decides to take a break, he's worried about tea and sweets. I smell scones with cum and intrigue.
The tea party began abruptly on a battlefield where the bodies of crushed and carburized warcraft scattered and still dull with lava heat. Am I the only one who even feels mad? Fran, Meir and Quina are tilting their teacups as usual.
Or where did you get this chair, table, and tea from? If you're sure of my eyes, it looked like I took them out of my skirt... Ketter is not the same as getting out a bottle of potion. Not very much, but there won't be room for these to be laid down.
”Quina, how were you behaving?