Rice for Enoch's Second Expeditionary Unit

Using waiting times on ships, we compiled a report on Eagle Lion (Griffon).

Where did you make the discovery, what the state is, about the current situation, etc.

I also wrote down the nature well. That you only allow me to be the primary discoverer. That I am only a little forgiving to Mr. Gal, the second discoverer. To the rest of the crew, they must be stripped of their vigilance.

Little things were spelled out in detail.

Submit it to the captain and he'll forgive you if it's not a problem.

Now my work on the Eagle Lion (Griffon) was like done.

Has the injury gotten much better or I think she's feeling quite better.

But I can't seem to walk until I'm fully healed, either because I'm balancing with big wings. I am only worried about that.

The fruit must also be skinned.

"Here, put your nails in the skin and peel them all the time."

"Que?"

As you may remember, I tried to teach you how to skin fruit, but there's no way to pass it on.

"I knew you couldn't do it"

"Que ~ ~"

Swallow again today, the eagle lion was ringing.

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We finally reached the port near Wang Du.

The snow is falling and I grip the matching part of my coat tightly. Travel from the South to cold areas is hard.

Because I wish there was a guard unit or something on the South Island.

Forest crab (Fore Gavri) is delicious, fruit is all-you-can-eat, and it was great. I don't like bugs and snakes though.

"Captain, are you all right?

Not a pale bandit - the captain looks back.

"Don't guide me. I've overcome seasickness."

"Yes, you did."

I tell you not to worry about it, so I'll leave it there.

Large numbers of people are waiting in line at the harbor. Appears to be the face of the Royal Palace Fantasy Beast Protection Authority. I guess I'm here to pick up the eagle lion (Griffon).

My uncle, in his forties or so, wearing glasses that are out one step ago, seems to be the director of the Royal Palace Fantasy Beast Protection Authority. No, the pale captain told me yet. There are differences in hips, like whips for horseback riding. Will it make the phantom beast disappear? I only have a bad feeling.

"Eagle Lion (Griffon), a new family is here to pick you up."

"Que ~?"

The phantom beast, who refuses the contract, is transported to a protected area in the west. So, just relax.

They say there are a few other, eagle lions (griffons), so you'll be relieved.

"If you get the bureau in trouble, you can't."

"Que?"

Eagle Lion (Griffon) looking at me in the upper hand.

If we stayed together like this for a few days, we wouldn't have a choice but to have a love.

But I say goodbye here.

The stairs are unloaded from the ship.

The captain descends and Lieutenant Berley continues. Mr. Gale, Vulgas, then...

"Well done, Mel. It must have been tough taking care of an unfamiliar phantom beast, huh?

"No...... Because it wasn't so different from taking care of my parents' brother or sister."

"Yes."

Zara caressed my back gently. Twitch, my eyeballs get hot.

We have to get down quickly. My uncle's bureau chief's glasses just said, "Give me the phantom beast," and I felt like I glowed.

Mr. Zara goes down first.

I made my last farewell short.

"I'm fine, I live."

"Queques?"

Then go down the stairs and line up in a row.

When I often brought back the phantom beast, the director gave me the words of labor.

Then the director spoke with a gentle voice. Not to us, of course, but to the Eagle Lion (Griffon).

"Well done. I'm home."

Eagle Lion (Griffon) gets a lot off his face, even though he can talk to the director.

For a moment, my smile looked frozen, but it must be my fault.

The director was surprised to see the eagle lion (Griffon) grown up in my arms.

According to the Seventh Princess's report, you heard she was rampaged and untouchable?

The captain gives an explanation, handing me the report I wrote.

"The first guardian seemed to be forgiving."

"No way, there's got to be..."

Detailed in the report, the captain handed over the documents.

The director hands it to his men without a glance and comes to the eagle lion (Griffon).

Lots and lots and lots of people came as well. Seems armed, I'm curious to have a pointed stick ahead or a big leather bag......

"Pass me the Eagle Lion (Griffon)"

"... Yes"

"Que!?

Offer the Eagle Lion (Griffon). When I said I was injured, they pissed me off when I saw it. Aside from asking questions, don't talk.

"I'm an expert on phantom beasts. Are you making fun of me?

"Yes, no, that's not..."

I don't want you to treat me abusively. He's just so vigilant, and the roots are good kids. I wanted to tell you about it, but I wasn't allowed to speak.

Reaching out to the Eagle Lion (Griffon) was a subordinate-like bureaucrat.

"Que!!

"Ouch!!

Just now, the eagle lion (Griffon) bit the bureau member.

"What are you doing? Hawk Lion (Griffon) would have taught us that if we tried to touch it from the front, it would do harm"

I see, was it? That's why Vulgas was bitten.

For once, I feel relieved to have the expertise. But I'm really concerned about the high-pressure attitude.

A hawk lion (Griffon) who feels a peripheral anomaly and rings with a quest and a low voice. Stick to me and say, "It's okay, isn't it?" I've looked up to ask. I get out of my sight by accident. My chest seemed to tighten.

"What happened to the blindfold hat?

A blindfold hat was put on the eagle lion (Griffon) in the gap looking at me. He wears his hat abusively, adding it because his vision suddenly darkens, or he makes an anxious squeal. I was in a state of confusion, but never put my nails up to me.

A member of the Bureau reached out to the torso of the Eagle Lion (Griffon).

"Queer, queer, queer, queer!!"

Best scream I've ever heard. He rumbles and claws at the bureau and scratches deeply.

"Bye!"

"Quickly to the bag"

"Are you hurt?

"I don't mind."

I don't think it was the action of the Protection Agency, it was a terrible treatment. However, as it stands, there are also injured persons.

"... I wish I could leave it to Mel to carry you"

Mr. Zara groans pompously.

"There's pride in being an expert over there."

Lieutenant Berley was answering the question.

Eagle Lion (Griffon) who is roughly pushed into a leather bag and carried away.

Soon, I was in tears with a rundown.

Zara gently hands me the handkerchief.

If we go to the sanctuary, we'll have company. So now, be patient, and if you think about it, the director will come this way.

He came before me and waved up his hand - I thought he had a dry sound of bread and a dull pain in his cheek.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!?

Mr. Zara protests. I realized now that I had been slapped on the cheek.

"Because you mistreated the Eagle Lion (Griffon), that's what happened"

"Shh, excuse me"

"What are you talking about!? Have you read the report?

The director of the bureau, who also stares at Zara. I made an inquiry, as I condemned my remarks.

"You, listen to your busy mouth. Name and rank, say where you're from."

……

Mr. Zara is silent. I missed my face.

Then the director took the hip whip and struck Mr. Zara in the cheek. Face the front with a whip and hit the jaw.

"Didn't you hear the question? Or do you not understand the words?

"Zara, say it"

If the captain orders, Ms. Zara answers the director's questions.

"Hmm, the barbarians of an undisclosed land. Zara Arts. Remember that."

The director of the Phantom Beast Protection Agency, he's an incredibly nasty guy. I wish I could get back to King's Capital soon.

If you were thinking about that with a mess and trembling, again, the director would come back to me.

Show me the back of your hands.

"Huh?"

"Quickly."

As I was commanded, I showed him the back of my hand.

"Oh, um, is this...?

"I told you not to talk to me on your own! Just do as you're told. Show me your arms."

I found Mr. Zara moving slightly next door, but the captain called me by name and was stopped.

If you're okay, I'll signal you with my gaze.

I turned the clothes on the arm part and showed them back.

The director keeps his face close enough to breathe and confirms the mystery. The chills make my skin poppy.

"I see. We need a contract engraving somewhere that's easy to show."

"Huh!?

No way, they mistake me for signing a contract with the Eagle Lion (Griffon)?

Stupid. That's absolutely not true.

"Check your entire body at the station. Come."

Don't show your skin other than your husband. I grew up with that kind of teaching, so I'm goofy.

I almost got my arm grabbed, but the director's hand ends empty-handed.

Because Mr. Zara drew my body.

The director peels off his eyes and goes upside down.

I shook up the whip, but that never hit me or Mr. Zara.

"Huh?"

Surprising sights happen in front of you.

The captain was feeding the director a brilliant kick.

"Ghaaaa!!

With the shouting, Director Bhutubu. I roll away with the mess.

Immediately, the assistant director shouted. You can use your weapon, so tell him to detain the captain.

"What, you do it?

The captain, who was turning his back on this one, whines about such a noise.

"You're disturbing me!"

Urgas screamed. Really, I think you're right.

About thirty people? Armed phantom beast protection people coming all at once.

They must be in combat training. He wraps his whole body around his armor and comes this way with each one of his scores.

"Mel. I'm so glad I enlisted in this unit."

Mr. Zara squeaks and runs out refreshingly. He was kicking up the bureaucrat he was on his way to.

Continued, Mr. Gull.

I don't care what you do, I just dick around.

Lieutenant Berley was also joining the brawl, saying he had no choice with a troubled look.

Apparently, the captains are fighting with their bare hands, without weapons. Small numbers, I didn't expect to respond to armed groups.

I can't stop crying anymore. What should I do?

That's what Urgas talks to me about.

"Squirrel, you'll be fine. Believe in your captain's bandit power."

What the hell is the bandit power of a captain......

By the way, Urgas doesn't seem to like melee fights.

After the outburst, we were held captive by a rushed cavalry.

Everyone, without resistance, became an adult.

We are transferred to Wang Du and placed in solitary confinement one by one.

All the time, I was relieved.

Meals were brought in in the evening. Thin soup with hard bread, water.

The soup has a vegetable skin that floats to the point of my apologies. Because I haven't drained the ash juice, or it's a cloudy shade.

Bread is hard as stone. I thought I could hit the nail.

This is the prison meal I heard rumors about.

Promise me, it tasted bad to death.