Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

By the time I finished reading one of the books I had brought out, Baal woke up.

He stretched his back with a neat face that seemed to have slept well for about an hour, and let Rachel, who had come to retreat Eileen, even prepare confectionery, and ate it before going back to work.

The new escorts are coming to the rear palace to show their faces, so they're going to unplug it and observe.

"Even though Ares is in charge, you put a man in the back palace. You have to restrain them."

That's what he said, but I feel Ares's gestures have increased when I think about the game unfolding. Baal, who chose the word restraint, also seemed to really feel it.

(But now, turning Ares and Sarah from the front to the enemy is a lower strategy. I guess I'll just have to ask for a desk...)

Unless you do something about the demon dragon, it's jilli poor.

But a hundred people would know that if it was Baal.

Baal thanked Eileen for pressing her ready to eat water sweets against her lips so that she could deceive something at the end. I've even told you to let the reward play games.

If you want to sleep, you can honestly ask, but you are a tough man to the end.

"If I could get a little more trust, I'd be able to tell you about the sword. - What's up, Rachel?"

Something's wrong with the samurai who put me through the book lending process.

Rachel opened her mouth face-to-face when she stopped and asked in a crossing that overlooked the courtyard.

"Dear Eileen. You know what night games mean, don't you?

"I get it. It's a good opportunity to talk. I found a thread to improve the relationship between the man and his wife."

"Um, do you really understand? What would you do if that happened?"

Turns out Rachel's worried, and oh and Eileen nods.

"There are good times for a man. - Don't worry, I'll fold it."

"Will you fold it?"

"Unlike Lord Claude, there's nothing wrong with me if I'm useless all my life"

But would Roxanne be pathetic? I want to talk to her, too, but I'll put my gaze back in front.

"What about Lilia and Serena's tail?"

"Then it seems to be going a lot better. Looks like Ares is starting to think about getting Lilia and Serena out of the rear palace to serve Sarah."

"I've only been letting those two go for three days!?"

Attack Ares so he can detect information about the Divine Sword and the Civil Unrest, and be on his side - it was Eileen who instructed him to do so.

Then those two began to set up the operation with joy.

To be alert first, approach Sarah with an intoxicated body. What a man like that needs is to fully affirm his work, look healthy, be on the side of justice - or something. I didn't even tell you to attack, but you embarked on the offense as if it were natural. Not just Lilia, but even Serena.

What about the two heroines as honey traps and maiden games? No, is it right because a maiden game is about attacking heroes?

As a result, they are starting to be trusted by Ares so much that they consider Sarah's snacks in just three days.

It's possible Ares is a choro, but as for Eileen, I think so.

(Heroin Scared Of Maiden Games!

"... in the meantime, keep it in mind again that you don't imitate that you won't be able to face Master Cedric and Augusto"

"When I say that, they both look enormous..."

"Let's when we decide it works.... If anything happens, I'll take responsibility..."

Far away, across the courtyard. It's a calm garden with water flowing in all directions from the central fountain. From any angle, it is calculated to look as beautiful as a painting.

"Ah."

The wind blew heavily to pull Irene off as she hurried forward her legs. Because he was distracted by the garden, the veil feather weave that was just on his shoulder floats in the sky fluttering. Someone caught it dancing fluffy and graceful.

As it were, time stopped.

Even in the sun there is no sweat, a beautiful white work of art. Dark hair that does not lose its luster is shaking small and windy. The colour of the eyes that opened up looking at this one is a red as beautiful as a gem.

…………

………………

It's my husband's mirage, it must be - and there was no longer a moment of respite from reality.

"Oh dear Eileen!?"

Flush and run. Run, but win. Once you get your attitude in place, you can't fight.

That's what I thought, but the reality wasn't sweet.

Claude comes after me silently. I'd like to think it's a dream, but it's not a dream after all.

(Hi-no-no!

This is a full-blown disease, and Claude walks early. Yet the distance shrinks.

Running desperate to scream out, but it was visible that sooner or later they would catch up.

(We have to hide somewhere...... Huh!

Turning many times around the corner, making a blind spot, I looked around and saw only a few doors to buildings that seemed unpopular. The treasure trove.

He slips there and hands to close the door before Claude shows up. Heavy. But if you don't hurry up, they'll catch up...

"Irene."

cancer, a long leg held back the door I tried to tighten.

I rang my throat and tried to get into the back of the building, but my legs slipped and I got my buttcake on. Even if it was trivial, something immediately hit my back and held me back.

Claude's long leg stops right in front of him, twisting himself trying to get up. Finally, the long clothes spread between his legs were also stepped on - he couldn't escape.

"Why are you running away? My husband picked me up."

Slowly across his upper body in a dim treasure trove, Claude laughs just at his lips.

I mean, my eyes weren't laughing.