A Weird House

"Hahaha, you're making it up. Since when do I need your permission if I want to accompany you, Freis?" he asked to the girl. Now, both of them on a bicycle. Several people glanced at them with curious faces. Others make it the subject of discussion.

"This really sucks," Freislor squealed under her breath.

"What did you say, Freis?" asked Breckson while raising one eyebrow. Freislor who realized it tried to change the subject.

"Nothing, I'm just singing. You're just making it up. Hahaha," she answered firmly. The girl shook her head and folded her arms across her chest.

"Don't be kidding, won't you accept me if I'm accompanying you? Hahaha," asked Breckson while glancing behind him.

"Not so far. But, I don't want you to be put in any danger, Breckson. Lord Swerol could have punished me for that, could he? That's why, actually, I wanted to check it out myself. Without you," she said firmly.