happiness experiment

3.

"..."

A tall and beautiful woman stood quietly at the port, her face full of lovelessness.

"Isn't it pretty?"

The blond young man behind her gently embraced her and put a freshly picked pink rose on her.

"Olka." "She" whispered his name, "Aren't you tired after rising so high?"

"Too lazy to raise my hand."

The blond youth explained confidently while removing the levitation magic.

"...don't go too far..."

Bertrell turned back angrily, glared at his adoptive father and subordinate who was a head shorter than him, and threatened.

"Believe it or not, I went back and dismantled the holy wooden bed in the house?"

The bed controller Oulka was unmoved: "I don't believe it."

"..."

Completely defeated.

Belleville twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Because of the two people's deliberate concealment, almost no one in the church knew about his relationship with Orka, and the only one who knew about it more than once satirized his unprincipled pampering—as if he It seems that my own demons are in charge of it very well.

"Aliya~"

A flaxen figure hugged Bertrell according to the voice, and at the same time took out a silver (rabbit hole) gun, and without raising his head, he used the butt of the gun to knock down Olka who was hanging on Bertrell.

"If he harass you again, use this barrel to him."

The girl put away the gun, took out a mass-produced magic wand from the travel bag, and handed it to Belleville.

"Uh...thank you...Masaguer..." Bertrelle thanked her with a sharp voice, kept a smile on his face, and gently pushed the girl away, "I'm fine."

"It's fine~"

Yesterday, after Orka introduced him to a simple nun as a escort who had been lost for many days, the other party immediately had a great impression of this quiet "quiet girl" and stuck with him almost all day long. .

Olka expressed his joy at this.

"But, is it really okay? Come with me to find the Witch of Lies... Orka is fine, if you are in danger, I will definitely hate myself..."

According to unreliable information, the Witch of Lies may live across the sea from this city.Although this unreliable information has spread, even if the witch really lives there, she will choose to move, Massaguer still plans to give it a try.

"Don't worry, I'm a knight anyway, I can still protect you on the way."

Appreciating the girl's thoughtfulness, Bertrell patted her head.

"Hehe~"

Massaguer's face flushed a little.

"The boat's about to sail—"

In the distance came the shouts of the crew, urging the guests to get on board as soon as possible.

"Let's get on board."

Belleville reminded the girl, and then looked down at Olka who had been lying on the ground since being smashed.

"Too lazy to move?"

He asked without a wave in his heart.

"..."

Olka looked at him silently while maintaining her posture, blinking her eyes.

"I thought you wouldn't even want to blink."

"I thought about it for a while, blinking is better than nodding."

"……Oh."

Bertrell's tone was very calm, and he picked up Olka with one hand and carried him on his shoulder like a sack.

"..."

The dumbfounded girl froze for a few seconds, then quickly took out Orka's magic lamp, "Put it in and hold it to save trouble."

"good idea."

Belleville nodded approvingly.

"Wait for me to change into my pajamas!"

The two ignored Olka who was protesting, and put him into the lamp frankly.

It's been a long time since I've been so happy...

Belleville let out a long breath of relief.

"Didn't he usually wear pajamas?"

Massaguer asked suspiciously.

"Separate ones for sleeping lamps and ones for sleeping on beds, and ones for sleeping on boats."

He smiled and explained to the girl.

"……Oh……"

The girl who didn't expect that a person's sleeping life can be so wonderful replied stupidly.

Seeing this, Belleville raised his hand and patted her head again: "Okay, let's go."

"Huh? Huh!"

So the three deceitful people embarked on a journey to find lies on a ship full of hypocrisy.

——Split the Rabbit Run———————

"Ugh..."

As soon as he entered the cabin, Massaguer was taken aback by the tense atmosphere in the cabin.

She swallowed, and quietly put the lamp containing Olka back into the travel bag.

The decoration in the cabin is not too extravagant, but it is by no means simple, at least the intricate pattern engraved on the wall is as complicated as the pattern of Olka pajamas. Massaguer only saw it at a banquet of a working nobleman. Pass.

"What kind of partisan struggle are we...involved in?"

There were many high-class people present, but all of them had unfriendly expressions. She even found a lady who had attended the banquet where she worked part-time, covered her mouth and nose with a fan, and quickly left the cabin with a frown—she had once Get the attention of the whole party.

"Huh? Probably not." Bertrell shook his head slightly upon hearing this, "The reason should be over there."

He raised his finger to the dark box in the corner, and the walls of the box were densely covered with church incantations.

"The seal of the church...couldn't there be...?"

"It is an indispensable existence."

As the words fell, a pair of hands stretched out from Massagar and hugged her.

"Ah! Ley, long time no see, why are you here?"

She lowered her head, and very naturally led a boy who looked as sweet as candy.

He was a friend of Massaguer when he was working before, and he often disappeared to find no one, and he never said anything about his family background and identity.

The boy named Ley scratched his head and shook Massager's hand: "Because I wanted to play with Massa, a nun told me that you were going to leave by boat today... so I want to go with you you……"

"That's right... sorry Ley... you can't go with me... I... and my friends are going to explore, it's too dangerous for you to follow us."

The girl said apologetically.

"But I've followed."

"It's okay, I'll pack you up and send you back when the land arrives, so as to save money."

"... Massa QAQ"

"That... sorry to bother you..."

For some reason, Belleville, who felt abused, walked between the two with an amiable smile, and calmly and firmly separated their hands that were held together.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Aliya, I'm so excited to see acquaintances."

The girl was ashamed.

"Ah! Sorry! That... hello, I'm Massa's friend, Ley, nice to meet you, Miss Alia."

The boy hastily withdrew his hand, his eyes wandered aimlessly in the air for a few seconds, and then he seemed to react and saluted Bertrell.

"..." Bertrell's mood became more complicated, "Hello, Mr. Ley, I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with Massaguer. I'm a little concerned about the 'indispensable existence' you just said, I wonder if you can Please tell me the details."

"Ah!" Massagal sighed softly behind Bertrell, "I almost forgot about it."

"..."

As far as he can't tell the priority of things, this child is quite suitable to be an indispensable existence.

Belleville complained in his heart.

He knew the spell on the box, not so much the seal of the church, but rather the seal invented by a witch of rain out of interest.The only thing the church uses now is an improved version based on the witch's seal, but what appears on this ship is the most primitive sealing spell used by Rain.

What is that vile witch thinking again... It wouldn't be revenge by throwing the blame on her, would it?

"Okay." Lay nodded. "It was very quiet in the cabin just now. Suddenly, a man appeared from nowhere. After putting down the box, he disappeared."

"Did no one stop him?"

"Yes, the captain and the crew stopped him, saying that the salute should be placed in the cargo hold. But he suddenly disappeared, and they didn't dare to approach him. The man was wearing a hood, and no one could see his face clearly."

"..."

The silent and hooded man, Bertrelle already had an idea in his mind, and no accident should be the loyal servant of the Witch of the Rain, but what exactly is locked in this box?

"Just now that boy said... an indispensable existence? Impossible?"

The people present began to whisper.

"How is it possible! It's just a child's delusion. But the spell on it is indeed the church's spell, and it looks scary."

"What should we do? Let's turn around now? We didn't drive very far anyway..."

"This...isn't necessary? The seal of the church is so strong, and Ken didn't pretend to be anything special, otherwise why would he put it here so casually!"

"That's right! That brat used to work in my house, and at a dinner party, he insisted that my friend had some terminal illness. My friend has never had a cold since he was a child, and he is in good health."

"He's really an imaginative brat..."

"Well……"

Aware of everyone's hostile gaze, Ley put on a wry smile that he was accustomed to.

Massaguer on the side stepped past Bertrell and knocked on his forehead with a sigh.

"You, how many times have I told you that before you find evidence, you should say this in a low voice. Although what you say is usually the truth, which time did you not say it out of your intuition? Only when someone besides me believes it Ghost..."

"Ah."

The boy covered his forehead and nodded while blushing.

"It's an indispensable existence inside... um..." The girl thought about a "death knell priest" who had been sleeping all day, and shook her head, "I think it should be fine."

"Hey hey?"

The boy was dumbfounded.

"Is Ley's intuition always accurate?"

Bertrell asked for a travel bag from Massaguer, and comforted himself by touching a certain lamp through the bag while being abused by the dog.

"..."

Ley opened his mouth, paused for a few seconds, and said slowly: "I just said what I think is true."

The boy's other hand has been hidden behind his back ever since Bertrell joined him and Massaguer.

"...It's a good thing to believe in yourself."

Bertrell smiled slightly, staring into the boy's eyes. Under the cover of the travel bag, the summoning sword in his left hand was half formed.

"Then let's move this box to our room for safety."

A voice that was so familiar that it could not be more familiar, whispered in his ears every day.

"...Olka..."

He withdrew his sword twitchingly at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to hold the boy's shoulder.

"...Sorry, let's solve our friend's problem first."

"When did he run out?"

Massaguer looked at the man half lying on the box in surprise.

"Let's go."

He let go of Rye, and together he and Massaguer walked briskly towards some troublemaker.

"...Sure enough, I still recognized it... I thought I only saw it once, and nothing would happen..."

Ley silently put away the small pistol (rabbit hole) gun hidden in his hand, turned around and followed.

"Masa, Miss Aliya, wait for me!"