Yeah, what\'s up? Sylvia? What\'s with the outfit? Gordon spoke to Sylvia in the schoolyard of the Academy of Wise Men. Sylvia is usually dressed in an Eastern-style robe, but today she is unusually dressed in a tight-fitting suit. It\'s Dakinira,” she says. That girl seems to be wandering around downtown doing subtle mischief again.” I had to give the “editor-in-chief” a good talking to.” He looks a little older than usual in his robe, and his robe is very strict. Should I go with him? Dakinira is the half-sister of Sylvia, an associate teacher at the Academy of the Wise, and Gordon, an instructor in the physical arts. She\'s fine,” he said. My brother is sweet on her, after all. \'Unn~, it\'s supposed to be the mother\'s role. ・・・・・・ And there ・・・・・・・. I\'m not sure what you\'re talking about, but I\'m sure you\'re right. Are you in the arts and crafts?” Pikki! “Argelin student! You\'re in class! Get back in your classroom! Good grief, you\'re a horrible teacher. ・・・・・・ ・・・・・・. Do you think you can trust that thing?” Sylvia sighs as she chases away her mother, who for some reason is a student, and a first grader in a uniform at that. ・・・・・・, each person has a role to play.” The actuality of the fact that the particulars of the particulars are not really as clear as you would like them to be. Now, I wonder where that foxy little thing is doing something bad. ・・・・・・ Then, at ・・・・・・, Lilith came up to him and said, “Look, Lilith! Look, Lilith! Smile, smile! If you make everyone happy, you\'ll make yourself happy too!” Dakinira had a big smile on her face, her fox ears twitching. (Damn it, damn it! Why am I doing this?) Lilith, wearing an ill-fitting school uniform and a cute apron, also ill-fitting, Lilith, wearing an ill-fitting school uniform and a cute, ill-fitting apron, serves customers with a wry smile on her face. It\'s morning time in a cozy café-restaurant. (Do Priests of the Dark God make people happy?) “Yes, Lilith! “Yes, Lilith, the morning set is ready, please take it to table 3. (Damn you, you\'re such a hard-ass.) “Hey, Lilith! (Damn you, you\'re such a hard-ass!) The dwarf cook with green hair in a ponytail pushes more plates at me. (Don\'t make me do this kind of work in the morning.) Lilith, who usually leads an inadequate, lazy life, sits down in her chair, exhausted. I appreciate your help,” she said. I was short on hands, so I appreciate your help. The dwarf girl puts the bribe in front of the table. \'Ah, ah ・・・・・・.\' (Come to think of it, I haven\'t had a decent meal in a while.) I\'m not sure I\'ve had a decent meal in a long time. Thanks.” (Dakinira, that girl still has a chance. (Humans can\'t lie in front of a good meal.) (Humans can\'t lie before a good meal.) Seeing the half-elf girl eating her bribe with tears in her eyes, the Dwarven binge-eating priestess muttered, “I\'m not going to lie to you. As a servant of the Delictian god of food, peace, and war, Cherky knew exactly what a meal was. And e