Sicya tossed the bangs on his forehead to the side and looked straight into Emile's eyes.
Emile was unconcerned, or rather just ignored his gaze.
"Boss, another one!"
"You haven't finished eating yet ......"
"Well," Emile stretched a bit, "I'm not in the mood to eat looking at him wish to speak but stop on a second thought, and now that we're talking, I can eat openly, right? Why are we standing around? Sit down and sit down ......"
We were just half pushed and half dragged back to the table by her.
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Fifteen minutes later -
Emile piles her arm-high plate on one side and stretched out widely.
"Boss, check."
"Eh ......" the shopkeeper checked the number of plates, "Well ...... three dozen bowls... ...right?"
He looked at Emile's stomach with a wry look and swept us with a confused glance.
No need to doubt, it was all eaten by her alone ......
"I say," I knocked on the table, "I think you have enough elements, do not need to add any additional messy elements to highlight your personality. "
"No, no, no," she shook two fingers, "eating is human nature, right, Sic?"
"Eh, Sic......?"
The pure natured Sicya froze for a moment at Emile call him by that.
"Well," she hiccupped, "you are done, right? So now it's my turn ......"
"Well, I'm just suggesting," Sicya said gently, crossing his arms over his chest, "it's always up to you whether you leave or not. "
"No, Sic, what I'm trying to say is, I don't know if you understand it, but I actually--"
Emile gently lifted her silver hair--
Sicya. "Eh!?" (⊙＿⊙;)
Shopkeeper: "Eh!?" Σ( ° △ °|||)︴
Me：“Eh……” (;¬_¬)
Emile Chuckled and let go of her hair.
"Did you guys understand?"
"You! Ahem ......" Sicya nervously picked up the cup to moisten his lips, but ended up spilling it all on his cuffs because of his shaky hands, "Shop, store manager!?"
"Understood!"
The two of them quickly got up, the fat store manager's figure agilely pull down the curtains, while Sicya immediately ran outside to change the door sign to closed.
Then the store manager locked the basement door and Sicya sealed the stairs to the second floor.
They stumbled back to us.
"Miss Emile! You ......"
"Well," she pretended to play with the hair around her ear, "I, in fact, am an elf oh~"
I helplessly covered my forehead.
--Holy cow! How boring is the person who invented this kind of magic that stretches the ears!
"Shopkeeper, no one can be told about today."
Sicya, who had calmed down, said seriously to the store manager.
"Well, I know, I didn't see anything today."
With those words, the store manager stumbled to the second floor, first stumbling on the steps, then covering his thighs and climbing up the stairs.
Sicya uneasily flipped open the curtains and looked out warily before sitting across from us.
Emile sat down next to me -
"Now, can we talk properly?"
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