Walk alone through town in the morning.

It is not only the home of the trees, but also the home of the trees.

Because it's a valuable off-duty investigation, I want some results.

This time I chose to act alone, thinking about when I fell into battle.

I have trouble taking Angelica hostage again. Then you can't even beat someone you can beat.

Angelica has stuck around wanting to follow, but it was inevitable.

Proceed with your feet as you check the map on your smartphone.

Almost there.

Go through the dental hospital and turn left. About a few dozen meters away, I could see a private house.

It's a two-story, secluded house.

Not wealthy, not poor.

My home, secluded and maintained by a small citizen with a loan. I got that impression.

When you look at the plaque, it says "Shuki".

Here it is.

Cover-up magic and stand in front of the front door.

I don't look like a normal person right now, and if I could see it, he's a psychic.

If they peek in on a smartphone camera, they'll find out in one shot, but there's an unlikely first chance they'll accidentally shoot me moving around at 7: 00 in the morning.

Even if you act somewhat bold, there is no problem.

I can't ring the intercom with dignity, and for now I decided to break into the garden.

Jump over the fence and land on the flower bed.

Well maintained garden. I guess Tachigi's parents have gardening tastes.

Should we jump further from here to the roof and explore what's going on upstairs?

The children's room is probably upstairs.

Tsuki hasn't attended high school. Then it's possible he's still sleeping in his room.

But if he's going back to the other world, the life cycle will be morning shaped.

If we live in a medieval world, it becomes so naturally.

If that happens, he could already be in the living room.

Upstairs or first floor, which one do you see?

When I was lost, the front door opened.

You didn't think of that? Or did you just have a pretentious family out there?

Just in case, get up.

In some cases they will enter into battle on this occasion.

"Let's go."

but ended up worried.

The Lord of Voices is a girl.

This is Yuta Tachigi's sister, Kana.

A mid teenage girl of Rio and Angelica's age. He is dressed in a blazer uniform and shrugging his neck in the cold.

The appearance is the same.

If the flesh parents do this, I guess the trees look average too.

Just in time, because the front door is open, will I interrupt?

Good thing I don't see him, I snuck into the woodshed. Slip through the side of the cana and interrupt the front door.

The shoes...... decided to take them off for once.

Exactly while the other guy wasn't sure he was the killer, I wondered if he was going to come up on the ground.

As I was aligning my shoes, a middle-aged woman crossed in front of me.

I would be the mother of this house.

It's just the morning of the week, and I'm running around busy.

Small fat, hiatus hair. Like fifty years ago?

Pass sideways, taking care not to bump into each other, and go upstairs.

Just up there, I saw two doors.

One would be a wooden room and the other would be my sister's.

Head to the front door first and put your hand on the knob.

I thought it would be troublesome if it was locked, but fortunately it was open.

Maybe it's a policy house that doesn't lock children's rooms.

Slowly open the door.

"... not this way"

At first glance, be sure of the detachment.

Something pink is filling the room.

There are countless stuffed animals on the bed that you would have collected in crane games.

It's definitely my sister's room.

When I closed the door, I approached the other room.

Gently put your hands on the door knob.

Again, this one is not locked either.

I don't know what's coming out, so I'll just open it a little bit first.

Just stick your face in through the gap and ask carefully how it is.

There stands a sword-shaped tree there - not to mention.

Take a breather.

It's deserted.

While I clap out a little, I open the door.

The interior is dark and the curtains and carpets are blue.

Unmade consoles and boys magazines roll around, and it's funny how teenage boys' rooms are.

There was a nearly 500-millimeter bottle of pet on the floor.

But other than that, the garbage kind is not rolling.

The weird thing is, it's not there. I don't care about garbage. The anomaly in this room is elsewhere.

Pretty good.

Yuta Tachigi's own room had a hole in the wall called the wall.

It's called size and good shape, it would have been opened with a fist.

I'm not sorry about ten or twenty. Makes me feel aggressive when it's not a matter of urgency.

I don't know if this guy is just a former pull or a summoner brave.

Either that or it's definitely a critical mental state.

Yes. So much so that it's not strange to suddenly be slashed from behind by others and try to proliferate.

It's not a coincidence to be struck by a man like that.

No matter how vigilant you are, it's not enough.

I studied the possibility that the trees were hidden, and I looked under the bed and in the closet.

but no one is lurking.

There is no Yuta Tachigi here.

Leave the room.

Return to the ground floor and now step into the living room.

When I saw it, my mother was busy wearing makeup in front of the mirror.

Maybe I'm going to be on the part now.

The fatherly man is eager to read the newspaper.

Daily in the absence of my son. Where is Yuta Takigi?

As I looked indoors, I uttered the words as my father had come up with them.

"Is Yuta taking another walk?"

The mother says nothing and slaps a puff in the face.

"I thought the cage was clear all the time, and suddenly I started walking every day. What the hell is that guy?"

"It would be better than staying home"

"I wonder who you look like?

"... you, right? Not two melons."

"You may look like me, but the contents look like you. I've been playing at home for ten years, and I started working like I thought. You look just like Hirota."

"Well, if Dana realizes she's off the course of her birth, she'll be at work."

"Oh?"

It is a sinister air.

I'm about to start a couple fights in the morning.

Mine kind of creeps me out, too.

It makes me realize that I don't see the everyday life of other houses...

Find out what you're going to find out early, and let's go home.

According to his father, Yuta Tachigi is outside.

Then it's no use staying in the house.

When I went to the front door, I stuck my feet in my shoes.

Go outside, beating your tongue and nail tip to the ground.

Put your back on the fence and put your arms together.

All we have to do is wait for the whirlpool to return home.

Exhale. White and cloudy.

Cold waves still cover the town.

Look up into the sky and clear your ears without doing anything.

While we do that, only time passes.

Has it been about five minutes?

I'm also bored to just wait, so I guess I'll do it with a smartphone.

I was just starting to think about that.

Totally.

And I heard footsteps.

Ha-ha-ha. I also have a breathless voice.

The Lord of Sounds, apparently, has been jogging since morning.

... approaching here.

A skinny boy in jersey came running over.

With a fluffy foothold, I try to fall in and come into the garden.

Is this Hirota?

"Status Open"

I do a status check on a boy who crouches on the ground and breathes.

[Name] Yuta Takigi

[Level] 1

[Class] Unemployed

[HP] 35

[MP] 0

[Attack] 65

[Defense] 50

[Agile] 70

[Magic attack] 10

[Magic Defense] 70

[Skills] None

[Remarks] A boy who was caught in a drawstring, triggered by a fig. He is now focused on creating strength to get back into society, once and for all.

"... what?

And I am reminded that my account has been taken off.

Yuta Taki is not a summoning brave man.

Not having any skills and having lower physical abilities than usual.

He's just an ex-pulsor, harmless ordinary man scratching to change himself somehow.

Cutting people off and increasing them with healing magic can't be enough.

Tachigi is not the culprit in the growth case.

Having to reasoning from scratch, it was a definitive moment.

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