ushed low with "regret".

"Then why don't you build on it! I don't have a job as a hunter. Now's the time!

That's how Rau-Ray sees Yamil-Ray better, who stands in disinterest.

"That's why I decide to encourage Sin-Lu and I to work out! You tell Asta how to cook - no, if you mean washing your organs, learn that too! Gibba's heart was delicious!

"... I wonder why such a rough guy is Ray's parent"

and Yamil-Ray took a small breath.

A much more human look seems to have followed the board.

I look back at Ai-Fa, biting off the unlikely joy there.

"Then I'll leave it to peeling and gutting. In the meantime, I'll teach everyone how to bake hamburgers, and then we'll go to the water plant together."

"Hmm? Are you coming too?

"Yeah, because I'm still an amateur with guts. Because I have a reliable teacher today."

And when I turned my back, I was going to do a little.

The little teacher, Tour-Din, had a bright blue face and grabbed it by Jas-Din's body.

Large round eyes are so wide open to terror that the slender shoulders are trembling into small pieces.

If you follow that frightened gaze with your eyes - there was the figure of Yamil-Ray.

Yamil-Ray looks back at Tour-Din suspiciously narrowing his eyes.

"Oh... you were Sung's daughter, weren't you?

........

"So are you from a house that was the family of the Sung family?

"Yes, my name is Jas-din and I am the sister of the head of the Din family"

Jas-Din stared back at Yamil-Ray with a harsh eye.

Its stretched fingertips hold onto Tour-Din's luxurious shoulders.

Jas-din's sister married Sung's family and gave birth to this Tour-din.

And the man, following the twisted code of the seriously Sung family, which is in the people of the woods, will ravage Morga's grace - after which he has died prematurely, carelessly.

Yamil-Ray shook his neck sideways as he rocked his long hair.

"If you want to curse me, you should. 'Cause I'm sure you guys deserve that."

"No," Jas-Din also shook his head.

"I was disconnected from my blood clan and asked if it was your redemption to live correctly as a Ray family person. If that is the decision of the chiefs and parents, then we only follow it.... Like, Tour-din?

"Yes," Thur-din responded in a whisper.

Its small surface still remained blue, and its body tremors had not subsided at all - but its eyes were never distracted from Yamil-Ray's appearance.

Rau-Ray laughs delightfully as he watches the way it goes.

"The Sung family disqualified themselves from leading the people. We must lead the Sung family and those who were Sung family in the future. I can't do it, but give my regards to Yamil-Ray, the women of the Din family."

"Let's take it," Jas-Din nods.

"Then let's say we get to work, too, Sin-Lu.... Oh, yeah! Asta, how does Yamil-Ray smell?

"Huh? Smell?

"Oh. It's been over twenty days since the Conference of Parents, and I've already given Leelo a break to rinse his leaves. I don't think there's a smell of blood left, so check it out."

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I didn't give a shit about that."

"Is that true? Check it out....... Hey Yamil-Ray"

Yamil-Ray took another small breath before approaching me.

So, he pulls his neck to my nose tip with his long hair up.

The scent of the forest as a forest folk and - and maybe, the natural smell of a young woman sneaks into her nostrils.

"... what do you think?

"It's perfectly fine!

Yamil-Ray raised his face and scowled at me from close range.

Those eyes, once cold as a viper, look at me like they were plugged.

"Oh... you look fine and above all"

Those words came out with my mouth on them.

On second thought, Yamil-Ray and I haven't seen each other in about half a month.

Half a month ago - since the day Tae-Sung was buried in the woods after he lost his life in Inn Town.

Yamil-Ray said, turning away, blushing.

"You too" -.