"Yay, come on! Phew, I love it!

My sister, who loves big things, is happy to see two golems.

Good. Looks like we've recovered from the fear of being raided by the snow elves already.

........

The golems don't make it as faint as figurines. I just feel my gaze.

If the snow elves hadn't liked me, would they have attacked me?

"No. Hostiles attack, but if not, you just have to lift it and remove it off the premises. Well, if you storm or resist, they'll beat you up for being hostile."

... Normally, I think I would resist if a sticky golem were imminent.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Leada. How are gardeners and chief chiefs different?

"Difference, is it?

There's a crystal girl in Kyoton.

Well, that was an abrupt question. I just found out the difference, and there's nothing for me.

Lairda glanced at Abel and said:

"Do you know the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce?

"Yeah. I know because I'm looking out for you."

"So what about the fact that the chairman of commerce there is a high elf?

"I know that too"

"So, Takazu - you are more noble than a high elf, and you are in a noble position from our spiritual clan?

I snort silently.

Especially since Abel would be more than happy not to treat me very specially.

"Then it's quick to talk. The position of park manager is only that of administrator of the Ice and Snow Gardens. The General Chiefs, on the other hand, are in a position to bind the Ice Elf Chiefs to the Snow Elf Chiefs"

Oh, Cheng Cheng.

Shorcina does bind the Chamber of Commerce, but Abel's better. But I don't have the same job title.

Feels like it?

"Hmmm...... Then you're a great chief."

"Yes. It's a pretty high spirited. Especially not far from Takazu, both in his identity and ability to fight."

Well, leave out your identity and combat skills, and if you have the strength to manage the status quo, you won't rely on the outside world.

He comes barely through the Golem, talking like that, to the Mansion.

This one is also stone built. The architecture of the garden seems to be basically made of ice, so it looks like a scarce building.

"Possible places to get you through the outside are stone built"

That's what Leada explained. It's the end of the story.

(Does it also have a proper call bell...)

When the gardener pressed it, a slightly servant-style ice sperm emerged.

This one was also a girl type.

"Welcome, noble. Please come in."

"Is the chief chief in the back? Takazu's here, so what are you gonna do if you don't pick yourself up?

"I'm sorry. Currently, to the lady..."

"No, you can't. I understand the circumstances, but I cannot allow Takazu to be rude. Call me right away."

"... good. Can I see the chef?

Abel blocked Lerada, who had a blaming tone.

I wonder what it is? Is it also a complicated reason?

"Of course you are, noble one. Please, come here."

A servant tries to get us through, but the gardener bows his head.

"I'm sorry, Master Takazu. The chief would have to welcome you..."

"... I thought you said I was good"

Abel was in a better position, and he called it at the convenience of the garden, so Lerada said that the chief chief would have to welcome him, not only in terms of courtesy, but also in terms of brother-in-law and grace.

In fact, when Abel visited the garden a few days ago about this hotline, he said the chief chef of the general clan did the same.

"I mean, there are circumstances that you can't welcome?

"... the grandson of the chief is lying down."

Leada explains, keeping her gaze out here.

That look, somewhere, dark.

Speaking of which, when we were talking about more hotlines and more migration, the chef said he couldn't leave here, but is that a grandson situation?

It is likely that the Spirit will not be separated from the land enough to serve as chief chief.

And it was put through, in front of a room. A servant calls out to the inside.

"I've brought Takazu"

"Oh, oh..."

I hear a lot of naughty voices and one person shows up.

He was an old ice elf man.

His body was as thin as a dead tree, his eyes dimpled, his cheeks lean, and he could not feel anything like life.

"Chief! What happened to that look?!?"

Lerada is stunned and her eyes open.

Apparently, he doesn't usually look like this.

When the man came forward to Abel in a relaxed foothold, he thanked her with a body that was about to break.

"Noble, well done. Hey, I was sent down. I'm sorry I couldn't even welcome you..."

"... that doesn't matter. More than that, Chef. Life is dying out. What happened? What happened?

To Abel's inquiry, the chef lays his eyes down.

Then, instead, the servant girl spoke up.

"As a matter of fact, the Chef uses his powers to treat Enineve."

"Stupid! Are you treating Eni?

Disturbing Leada, but I can't see the story.

If your grandson is on the ground, isn't it natural to try to treat him?

But Abel muttered pompously, unchanging her expression.

"... Enineve is on the floor of death?

"... Yes"

With a squeezing voice, the old man answered.

On its face, I can see more despair than fatigue.

"Abel, what's this about?

"... I don't know the details either. But I only know the state of the chef. I think he's forced to live by giving his life to those who go to death."

I can't find a word for what to say.

I wondered if I could do that, and I wondered if my grandson was as important as that.

But Leada stuffed the chef.

"Chief, do you know what you're doing?!? You know there's no way to help Enineve. Yet you are trying to stretch your life by cutting it off. This will bring us down together! That's nothing more than continuing to inflict pain and suffering on her!? It should have been our rule to send her quietly in these cases! Do you yourself, the chief chief, say you will break it!?"

........

The chef is leaning down.

Seeing what I don't argue with, I guess Lerada's words are their common sense.

But I think.

If, for example, my beloved sister lay low and had the means to transfer her life to me, I wonder if she would do the same. Even if I can't do anything, I can't deny that I want to do something for you.

However, on the other hand, Laada also says that there is no way to help.

This means that it may resemble an ethic of euthanasia.

I guess it's common sense in them to send, even if they don't lay their hands on it, and it's an area where others shouldn't pinch their mouths.

So I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"... may I see how Enineve is doing?

As Abel asked, the chef nodded faintly.

Inside the room, one girl lay.

Just like me, young girl.

Not a crystal type like Leada, but a human invisible appearance.

But what's different from people is visible.

The girl's body was mostly melted.

Exists about from the top of the chest.

The lower body and left arm are not entirely present and the rest do not rely on them like light snow.

I'm not familiar with the ecology of snow and ice sperm, but I found it to be a terminal situation.

"... to Enineve, what happened?

Abel asks a pale question.

Are you not moving, or are you behaving that way?

"My granddaughter has sheltered a young body of snow elves trying to touch the hotline and has been injured instead...... That's when half the nucleus dissolves and there's no way to help..."

That's what the chef cried down.

At the same time, the little girl opened her eyes and stared at this one.

Like pale snow, he had blinding eyes.