Lunch time at noon.
After messing around in the Innocent Courtyard, Hulim went to the room next to the banquet hall to have dinner and happened to meet Pralulu who was there.
"Pula Lulu? What a coincidence! Are you coming to eat now?"
Hulim sat directly across from her.
The servants of the royal city immediately brought lunch.
"Ah, Hulim, hello."
Pralulu responded politely.
Hulim picked up the cutlery, stared at Pralulu's forehead, and asked doubtfully:
"Pula Lulu, what happened to your forehead? Did you hit your head?"
Upon hearing this, Pralulu rubbed her red forehead.
"pain!"
An expression of pain appeared on his face, and then the expression of pain gradually turned into a look of grievance.
He didn't care about dining etiquette and started complaining to Hulim.
"Hulim, listen to me, Aunt Irus and the others are really going too far!"
"Ilus? Did Ilus do anything?"
"It's more than just something he did, it's simply an act of the devil, a devil!"
"Why do I have to undergo this training as a hero?"
"By the way—"
"That's it! As a hero, my duty is to destroy demons, that's right! I must resist this inhumane behavior! Starting this afternoon, I'm going on strike!"
“???”
Hulim was full of questions, but she probably understood.
"Is there something wrong with your training? Is it too rigorous, or too demanding?"
After all, Pralulu hadn't even understood what combat was until recently, and now she's suddenly accepted the fate of a hero. Perhaps she's been trained beyond her capacity—
"Because it's boring!"
Pralulu mumbled the reason.
... ...Certainly?
“… …”
ha?
Is it because of this reason?!?
"In the end, Aunt Ilus didn't sympathize with her, and she even got scolded by her."
"...So, that was done by Irus?"
"yes!"
"Isn't that excessive? Exploiting and exploiting the heroes is unbelievable. Even the devils aren't this excessive!"
“… …”
Is it too much?
Hulim didn't respond, but silently picked up the spoon and prepared to eat.
As for Pralulu...
Let Irus worry about it.
When Hulim lowered her head, Pralulu, who was complaining non-stop, suddenly noticed the top of her head.
"Huh? Why is there a piece of hair missing here, Hulim?"
Hulim's movements froze for a moment, and the hand holding the spoon trembled slightly.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"... ...nothing."
Hulim said, trying to appear calm.
"I just thought it was getting in the way so I cut it off."
"Oh, is that so—"
Pralulu believed it.
Hulim breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.
This guy Pralulu is too easy to fool.
However, this allowed me to get away with it.
Thinking of this, Hulim continued to move the spoon.
"Why doesn't Hulim just cut it all off then?"
The hand holding the spoon completely froze in mid-air.
Forgot...
Because I was immersed in the experiment, I completely forgot about this!
I'm such an idiot! I should have cut off this half of my hair as well!
"Hulim?"
It must be because I was thinking about practicing the ability of "Annihilation Divine Light" to the point where I could cut hair at will.
"Hello, Hulim?"
So before I knew it, I had to have the ability to cut hair!
"Hello, Hugh--Lym--"
"because... ..."
Hulim's lips began to move slowly.
"Hmm? What? What is Hulim saying? I can't hear you clearly. Can you speak louder?"
“Because it’s fashionable.”
"?"
A big question mark appeared on Pralulu's head, and she looked stupid.
"Fashion?"
"Yes...it's a fashionable hairstyle."
"Oh, really? That's cool!"
Pralulu's eyes lit up.
“I want it too!”
You really believe it...
Hulim complained in her heart speechlessly.
"I didn't expect Hulim to be so amazing and even know fashion. I had no idea about that before."
Faced with Pralulu's undisguised admiration, Hulim couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"Ha, ha, this..."
"It's not that great actually, just average."
"How can you say it's just average? Hulim is too low-key.
"Ah—right! I'm going to get the same haircut later, and then tell everyone that this is the fashionable hairstyle that Hulim taught me. Then I'll be a person at the forefront of fashion!"
"Well?!"
Hulim's smile suddenly froze.
Tell, tell everyone...?
"Ah, but I don't have hair that sticks up like Hulim's."
Pralulu touched the top of her head.
"Hmm, what should I do? Tie my hair up and cut it, or..."
no.
This is absolutely not possible.
She must be stopped!
Hulim's mind raced.
Is there any way?
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