Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

The qualifying has finally begun.

Qualifying is assumed to be jade stone confusion due to the large number of people unlike this match. No audience will be invited to the venue there, and only participants will be gathered to proceed pale. The place will also not be that splendid stage, where the opening ceremony took place, but an otherwise provided indoor.

That is the receipt and sale from Mr. Tanaka.

Even when it comes to indoors, of course, it will be spacious enough for all participants to fit in. The ceiling is also very high. To the extent that only two or three people overlapped vertically, it is so expensive that it doesn't reach them at all.

Participants compete over arenas built a step higher than their surroundings. As for size, I think the garden of the mayor's house was about the same size. To what extent can Mr. Dragon land as a dragon?

There are several of these in the qualifying venue.

The rules for qualifying are very simple, and participants who stayed on top of this arena until the end are set to qualify for the competition. Incidentally, going up to the arena in a single game will be dozens of participants.

In other words, qualifying for this tournament is a brawl from dozens of people that takes place in a limited number of places.

…………

In the meantime, the maid keeps her own.

And it's been noted that if you do it.

Such a horrible event, you can't possibly go out with me. Naturally, this is the place to leave on your own feet. If you compete properly, you'll definitely get hurt badly. We should abstain as soon as possible. Fortunately, competitors are allowed to get off on their own.

We rush to the edge of the stage.

"Please!

"Hih..."

It took a few steps out and blocked my hand going to a big man. You have a very scary face. Opening your legs wide and putting your arms up to intimidate this one is like a demon. What a horrible person.

In addition, you have a sword in your hand.

Yes, it is. Trouble is, both qualifying and main battles are allowed to use weapons. Naturally, ladies and gentlemen, some kind of murder weapon is being challenged in your hands. Few wear metal full-body armor.

"Count Tanaka's katana, let everything be exposed in the daylight on this occasion. Ugh!

"No, uh, wow, I'm..."

Recently, there has been no more resistance to leaking pee in public.

Anything that leaves will come out, so you have no choice. The maid remembered that leaking pee on it weakens the hit from others. It's a crisis of life. Don't say four or five, let's go psy.

"Eat it!

A man approaches.

The maid crouched on the spot, and it's a firing system.

Miraculously, the sword with its overhead in the hands of a man comes through too much.

Is this the move to avoid?

"Colour!?

"Huh..."

Out of overwhelming fear, hot stuff gathers in your crotch without putting any effort into your lower body. If you loosen the faucet a little, something warm will leak early.

It's just a moment when I tried to loosen my urethra, a man who approached me to the front of me, blew momentum from right to left. At the same time it sounded like a short scream.

"Yikes!?

That was already a lot of momentum.

Apparently, you've been attacked from the side. Next to his standing so far, you can see the other participants in a sword-shaven position.

"The woman is my prey. Let me stay the night for the qualifying election."

"Hih..."

This is another scary-faced man.

Giroli and I were stared at.

Nature and body rise and fall back. Then there are the other participants there as well, as it is a qualifying stage that is not that big.

If you notice, there were a lot of other people around me, participants. It also turns a bloody glance at this one. Completely surrounded.

"Ah, ah..."

We have to run.

You have to run.

Not if you're leaking pee. They'll kill you while you're putting it out. The rules of the tournament stated that murder without fault was not a sin. Since I've seen that one sentence, it's still burning in the back of my brain.

If you don't survive.

I headed to the edge of the stage and gave it my best shot.

"Stay!" "Hey, let Theme and the others do it! I told you it was my prey!" "Shit! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" "Damn, get out of the way! Don't get in my way! You're in my way!" "Stay!? Temé, you don't have the guts!" "Huh?

You have to get off the stage at all costs.

If you don't get off the stage quickly, they'll kill you.

"Hih..."

If they kill you, you can't even leak a dick. You can't even enjoy mixing things up with Mr. Tanaka's meal. That thrill is great. For some reason, no one else can. I'm comfortable mixing with Mr. Tanaka's meal.

Don't you absolutely hate that?

◇ ◆ ◇

On the occasion of this tournament, His Majesty gave me one homework.

When it comes to what homework, it is proof of the robustness of the walls surrounding Dragon City. It is not said that Dada was prevented from invading the Demon Nation. I wonder if it's really that amazing, and like the day after day, there are inquiries from other countries under His Majesty.

Therefore, I took advantage of this opportunity to make one proposal that was born in my chest.

The results take on a specific form in the qualifying venue and are now exactly visible.

"Hey, what is this wall? Ha! You're so stiff!" "They say everything is the same wall surrounding Dragon City," "Damn it! One scratch. Oh!" "Whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey! It's very moveable!" "Chikushi, whoa, whoa! My sword broke my sword!

One of the multiple qualifying grounds, a gnocchi-grown wall in the center of it.

The manufacturer is the head office and soy sauce face.

Underneath it, other participants have gathered to mount simultaneous attacks.

In order to win the qualifying round, you have to stay on stage until you are one of the last. And this qualifier also tells other participants that the wall is treated in the same way as one of the participants.

Therefore, the facade of staging together needs to be pulled off the stage and carried off-site. Of course, the walls are just walls, so you don't act active on your own. However, because the walls and stage are made of soy sauce face, it takes a lot of difficulty to scratch the usual person.

"Damn, what the fuck! It doesn't work at all." "Are you sure this is a wall!?" "No way, it's a novice magical creature!? Get out of the way! I'll blow you from the ground up with my magic! If that's what you're saying, I'll help you!" "Wait a minute. Whoa! It's gonna hurt the rest of us!

Sorry to the other participants, but the winner of this block is the wall.

We're going to let him win the qualifying round and hit every brave man in the west in the main battle. Screw pies that can be controlled by the will of the soy sauce face into the tournament in a natural way. It is a good idea for two birds with one stone. Of course, the final processing is resolved remotely and crisply by the manufacturer.

Let the brave man release even the magic of the explosion system, and while he's smoking and mocking, if he can pull in softly, it's fine. This is also a performance to celebrate the Games. It's bad for vertical rolls, but let's make this acceptable.

An important part of the Penny Empire if the tournament fails.

She has nothing to do with sharing territory with us.

"Gu, Temee, you betrayed me!?" "He shielded the wall!" "No kidding. Shh! I'll do you guys before I do the walls!" "Premium bastard, that nose, I'll beat you till it's flat!" "Hey, wait a minute. Yo! We have to do something about this wall first. It tastes bad!?" "Ah, wait..."

I thought the attack on the wall had stopped, and on stage went the brawl.

I don't feel sorry for you.

For participants in this block, you may want to send them some crude items later

. Would you be happy if I gave you a stonewall shield or something that they would exactly challenge right now? Let's think about it for a second.

Watching the stage like that for a while.

The noisy riots also restore calm as one person and one participant become out of place. Eventually, where one of the two competing until the end spoke of surrender, as long as one remained on stage.

…………

A woman of twenty years of age or not.

She stares at the wall abominably.

Occasionally, he tries and mistakes to slash it with a sword in his hand and see it, or try to hit a magical kind. However, none of them yield fruitful results. Naturally. Even that demonic nobleman can't even scratch his fingernails earlier.

Women cheer from the venue.

He told me to smash the wall somehow.

There are few who cry out for this and advice.

But no matter how long it took, the wall never moved.

"... surrender"

When I challenged him a lot, the settlement word leaked out of his mouth.

I feel so sorry for you.

You're not half guilty.

In response, there was so much noise from the participants who were watching the match.

"The wall won out or something. Seriously!?" "This battle, what are you going to do?" "" I mean, you can't even break the wall, it's not too low level!? "" It can't be! Take it seriously! "" Turn to me! I would've smashed you to pieces! "" Me too! Turn me in, too! I can do it!

It's okay, it's on schedule.

I just saw the bravery on the wall, and a huff of breath.

Speaking of qualifying, I was most worried about this block. In the unlikely event that a raw man appears to kick through the wall, the defeat of the brave man in the west is imperative. When that happened, I was also thinking about jumping into the tournament by outsiders.

It just seemed like everything was a matter of concern.

Where people are comfortable, nature and consciousness head to other venues.

Then it reached my ear the exuberance of two neighboring venues.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Awesome! You've never moved on to an attack, but you've won!" "The last time we fought each other, it was great!" "The boulder is only said to be Count Tanaka's katana." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sister! Boulders! I'm so thrilled!" "No, that's a big deal."

Is something wrong?

Nature and consciousness turn to those who hear voices.

Then I could see what was going on there, the maid standing in the center of the stage. Around her are scattered figures of disoriented and fallen participants. Everyone is full of creativity. Only she, on the other hand, is intact. I haven't had a drop of returning blood.

I'm just shaking badly. It's so gable.

…………

The soy sauce face rushed to the scene in a hurry at the sight of uncertainty.

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[Sophia perspective]

I guess being selfless refers to these situations. The maid, who gave up urinating, left it to her survival instincts, wandered off to the edge of the arena. That is already a whole body spirit. Is it the one about challenging your own limits?

It's all right.

There is no greater sense of despair than when the brave men of the east cut off their legs.

You can still move on your own feet.

I learned the dignity of being able to walk the earth on my own feet, in the Great Holy Land. Unless you win off-site with your own hands, nobody else, you're no match for taking it off over the arena with five satisfied bodies. I just leaked a lot of pee, and the sword never stops.

"Hih, hih..."

Still scared of things, so screaming.

If you run to the right, a man with a scary face axes from the right.

If you run to the left, a scary-faced woman will take the sword from the left.

Hell, huh?

That's already a momentum to crawl around the floor, and I let you get away with it. Thanks to you, you are unconscious from the middle of nowhere, which way to go. The distance about the counter from my parents' doorstep was felt to be terribly far away.

Still running away, the end came.

It was loud at the time and overhead sounded kinky and tall. Then you delay only a few moments, and from left to right, there are signs of Dosari and people falling. On the maid's head, something stiff seems to have bumped into each other.

Take the distance in a great hurry and look back at the side of the audible.

And then, what happened?

"... ah"

The arena, which had exposed its distracted body until now, was very quiet. Not a single maid stands on the stage, ahead of the maid staring. All you can find are the fallen and lying participants.

…………

I look back at him for nature and referee.

I've got my gaze on you.

The next moment, he screamed out loud.

"Winner, Sophia Bacon!

The maid's name has been called.

I didn't immediately realize what the word meant.

On the other hand, the venue raised an audible voice.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Awesome! You've never moved on to an attack, but you've won!" "The last time we fought each other, it was great!" "The boulder is only said to be Count Tanaka's katana." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sister! Boulders! I was thrilled from the heart!" No, that's a big deal. "

With this in mind, will you finally understand?

…………

What shall we do, Mr. Tanaka?

Could it, after all, make me angry?

◇ ◆ ◇

This is troublesome. Sophia's been selected for the main battle.

I checked with the Mohican man from the Dusk Regiment who was at the scene, and he read out his own name for everything. Honestly, I don't know what that means. Isn't such a self-inflicted story in the role of a princess?

"Oh, that's exactly what I just said..."

In a gruesome atrophy, he has offered small wooden bills.

When I receive it and confirm it, it does say Sophia's name.

…………

However, this is that one, not an official reception note.

It is a name tag for interested parties drawn up using the remainder of the reception note.

Thanks to you, I understand perfectly.

I guess the name tags for the parties concerned, which were managed in the office, were mixed with the reception tables for the participants. However, the two were managed properly in separate bags. Naturally. Has anyone deceived the contents? I don't know.

It's just, well, it was mixed up as fact, so I can't help it.

Let's prioritize the progress of the tournament.

"... sorry, it's probably my mistake"

"Oh, my big husband's mistake, is that it?

Mohican man tilting his neck.

I'm sorry, but I'll skip the detailed explanation.

"Please let me keep this one. And if you qualify, please continue."

"Woo, woo! I'm sorry to hear that!

I bowed my head respectfully, and he rushed back to his own work.

I just dropped that back off, and then my thoughts start circling.

Given the maid's high LUC, it is a very unlikely incident. Or is it that competing in the main tournament is what makes for a better future for her? I don't know. No matter how much I think about it, I don't know all this.

…………

If there is only one thing I can say, it seems inevitable that the maid will appear. In this audience, we won the qualifying round. If you resign without a single fight, you will also be spared from dissatisfaction from other participants.

…………

For once, let's check the status or so while we're at it.

It would be tough in case the high LUC was diminishing.

Common, status window.

Name: Sophia Bacon

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 57

Job: Secretary

HP: 24530/24592

MP: 1141/1141

STR: 3039

VIT: 9021

DEX: 7849

AGI: 6873

INT: 901

LUC: 7849382

Maid's LUC is said to be rough.

Is it because of the number of training grounds she has been cutting through since the Dragon Battle? But even so, it seems like a steep rise for a long time. Looks like he was gaining experience with something he didn't know about. Moreover, the overall status is high with respect to the level.

Thanks to this, the LUC value is also terrible. It is a protruding condition that is very different from the INT on the soy sauce face. It completely deviates from the human framework. As for the LUC, isn't it located further above the Demon King?

That's why I particularly doubt the main battle appearance.

What fate is she guided by?

…………

I don't know. I don't think so.

"Ta, Tanaka's Big Husband! Easy!

The Mohicans, who had left this way, returned for some reason.

I wonder what's wrong.

"What's up?

"Suizen, ah, Neumann's husband is calling over there..."

"Mr. Neumann?

"Heh."

Looking in the direction he points out, there is a figure of Mr. Neumann near the entrance and exit of the qualifying venue. I just had a gaze, and I just told him to come over here. Eye contact. The fact that he came straight away, maybe something happened in a great relationship.

"I understand. I'll be right there."

"Oh, thank you very much!

I can't help but think that it's passed.

Let's try to re-draw the tournament table once now around this evening.

◇ ◆ ◇

Led by Mr. Neumann, the destination of the visit was the reception hall, which was co-located at the tournament venue.

It is a building to welcome nobility, royalty, and luxury.

Great men from all countries wanted to set up a place to greet them.

If I recall, I was completely oblivious to the system. The complete success of the tournament seemed to fill my head. It's important for the brave men of the west to win, but we can never neglect this one either.

It has the influence of one nobleman, hundreds or thousands of civilians.

As an organizer of the tournament, it became a haul to talk to visitors.

Exchanges in the same place are not significantly different from the party hosted by Mr. Richard, which was held in Estelle Chi. Not just talk to the soy sauce face, but a face-to-face interactive meeting. The point is, it's like an outside study group. Call it the Demon King's Tactical Study Group and it will be sickening.

Naturally, a deal was also envisaged to blow the fight from the big upper section. But only this time, I was worried unnecessarily. Because we look heavily at the common problem of the Demon King, we saw a lot of positive awareness of Dragon City, which leads a step towards this.

I think I had a meaningful time, personally, thanks to you. Apparently, the damage from demon kings in various countries was more serious than we thought. At the same time, rumors emanating from Dragon City were also widespread in addition to the

"Count Tanaka, please reign this way." "Even in my country, on the subject of the Count, the castle is of course. Yes or no, please accept this." "Thank you very much for setting up such a lovely place. This is the end of the story." "Hey, actually, I didn't have eyes for this hand thing either! This is one of our pride dishes!

Is that why, when participating in the study group, everyone was bringing the confectionery? Visitors to the venue offer their prized products under the face of soy sauce one after the other. It's called a sign of proximity. It was about myself who visited the venue with my bare hands.

From a series of exchanges, it was seen that foreign appreciation of Dragon City was by no means low. As much as it pleases me. It's just that when it comes to this industry's confectionery, it's just a little bit powerful. None of the participants in Dada have him rich.

And what resonates here is the bad reviews that come together on the soy sauce face.

Most of the confectionery I received was biological.

I was a human type.

"This again..."

"What do you say? Now it's quite clever." "No, no, then mine is out of the Viscount House, and the family is outstanding." "This is a rare, inlaid wood-dwelling elf, and I was wondering if perhaps Count Tanaka would be satisfied." "Isn't it important how many of these things count? I came to my place with about fifty of the same things."

The numbers are gathered, and it's a little review.

Still, it is true that initially after being offered, I decided to gut pose in my heart. A memorial harem came on its own from the other side. I have to take care of what I received from a great man from another country. I have to hone that every day.

Nature and gaze descend from face to groin.

Exposed outfit.

Shorter skirt to compete and a thick crotch stretched from its hem.

I go on to see how fleshy it is.

Unexpectedly discovered beyond that is the tent. That's not one thing. Whether you look right or left, there's a tent lined up. There are several tents lined with nomads crossing with cattle and horses in the prairie. It's more than you can count in both hands.

What's with camping here?

Once again, if you peek at the look on the souvenir's face, no one or he has a suspicious look on his face. Haha and his breath is rough, and he stares at this one with a moist look. There are also many people who do thick crotch with mojimoji.

"... this one?

Ask one of the nobles who stood right beside him.

"When it comes to Count Tanaka's unmatched martial arts tradition, we also take a heavy peek. I soaked it in medicine in good shape for you to enjoy immediately. I was wondering if you could use it this evening."

…………

I had forgotten the ethical nasty nature of your nobility here recently.

In retrospect, that was the ethic.

It is a worldview that puts sperma on Helen Keller instead of water.

Zamen. Zamen. Dis iz Zamen.

"Can you take it?

You can't just say no.

None of the lined aristocrats and he is a full grin. Nico and a good smile stare me in the face of soy sauce. I'm just asking you to take me back to my room and say Paco. If we are to say no here, the event will not wait for the main battle from tomorrow, and half fail as well.

It is not the same as when I received it from a domestic nobleman, as before. It's a different dimension than turning down your old age sent by your men to the sesame fold. It is like sending back souvenirs from a business partner because they do not like them. I can't imitate a boulder like that.

"Thanks for the great giveaway. We'd love to hear from you."

There's no way we're releasing it to the slave market today.

What should I do? Seriously, what do I do?

Awesome number.

I'm talking so much haha.

Mr. Neumann disappeared when he realized.

He's a man who can do it.

◇ ◆ ◇

The study group for the defeat of the Demon King was dissolved at the end of the gift exchange.

From the Dragon City side, we sent you a set of bathing detergents produced from our prized Nila Purple and a life poson prepared by Dr. Editor. In addition, if desired, the latter import rights were also presented together.

Everyone had an early, surprising look as an ear when it came to Posson's existence. However, when we actually demonstrated efficacy in the same place, the ratings are, by the way, difficult. Everyone wanted the right to import, and went after the venue with a face.

As a result, the study group could be described as a great success.

…………

And in the venue where people left and became quiet, one hundred shota dicks surrounding Busamen and Busamen remain. The count is approximate, but it's spectacular because there are actually as many pretty girls in women's clothes stuck in the same spot.

Per one exception does not exist, it is an otin polar field.

"Count Tanaka, what's this?

Holding his head wondering what was going on, he was inadvertently called out.

Looking back with someone, didn't a good person come to a good place?

"Oh, this is Viscount Gay. What's the matter, sir?

"Baron Neumann told me there was a Count Tanaka here."

"Can I help you?

"No, it's not that big of a deal..."

Nature and the gay Viscount's gaze turn to the gift for the soy sauce face.

That would be so. Even if you don't have that hobby of hands, you'd be wondering if your tent was so dense. Or maybe Mr. Neumann told me about the tragedy at the scene and he came hunting with exasperation. Oh, that's likely. Very expensive.

This one, then, is not stingy enough to meet his expectations.

Or I would throw it round as it is, but I saw it as auspicious.

"Due to some final mistakes, I received a wonderful gift. Unfortunately, as the Viscount knows, the colours are slightly different from my tastes. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you to take care of them."

Instead, it appeals to its own normal.

It's tough in case you pass on male suspicion or something to your ancestral shota dick.

I can't even look at him the day he attacked me in my sleep.

"... is it good? It looks like a bunch of superior male prostitutes..."

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother Viscount Gaye at this tournament."

"No, but this one's letting us stay in the city unilaterally. You can't want any more. And more importantly, thinking of his beloved, there is no way to betray his will in this way..."

"Is it?

"Yes, it is."

Oh, my God, you're surprisingly instrumental.

We should Respect Allen's lower body a little more.

"... Really? Too bad."

"Huh..."

In response to a short grunt, Vikri and Viscount Gay's shoulders swayed small.

Did you want it after all?

No, you definitely want it.

It's not my hobby, but it won't be my hobbyist. Even now, the tents have moistened eyes, staring at us zippily. Some overlapping breath sounds strangely vivid on the floor.

If it hadn't grown with this, Busamen's story would have been a finale around this evening.

"If that's the case, excuse me, but can you help them move? Actually, I had other guesses about Viscount Gay, and I was thinking of heading over there. However, because of the large number of them, I was wondering what the problem was."

If you ask a bad person, they'll spread bad rumors even more.

Then you'd better still be considered a sexually harassing bastard who likes women. From now on, you'll get the right girl. If it's a gift from another person, there's no way to give it to them, and the only way to raise it is to refine it.

"... to?

"Yes. I'm afraid I'm busy, what do you say?

"Well, I can help as much as I want..."

"Thank you"

Good.

Before someone sees you, let's haul you right in.

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We visited a building that houses the water of the wife.

In relation to the life potion, the entry and exit of people diminished at all, since the place became sealed off and conserved by the Dusk Regiment. Even as we took our feet, we reached the desired bathroom without meeting anyone else but those who were under surveillance.

Still, the cleaning kind seems to be taking place, and it maintains a body that has no problems as an institution. It's a dusk regiment that I initially just thought it was a rally of rough people when I met them, but when I go out with them like this, are they smarter bastards than I imagined?

"What? Have you come to pity me again?

Early on in the visit to the bathroom, it was the whole wife who represented herself before us.

By way of example, there is the figure of Ms Nannuzzi exposing the spirit body.

"No, that's not true"

"Who's that guy over there? You're not much of a man."

"This is the gay Viscount. You are studying municipal government under me."

"Hmm?

Wife staring around licking her handsome body.

These days she feels like she's losing step by step.

"I thought what I promised before was a little more adorable boy, but could it have been my mistake? Or have you forgotten a lot because of all the time you've had?

I feel thorns at every end of the word.

Naturally.

I've spent a great deal of time since the day I made the promise.

I felt this was not a good idea and the soy sauce face submitted a replacement product early.

"Gay Viscount, give me an example"

"Ah, ah. I understand."

Ask the gay Viscount to stand beside you.

Exchanges around here have been shared in advance.

Once out of the bathroom, he represents himself again after a few minutes. Behind it is a series of tents that, until now, have kept them waiting outside the bathroom. Both he and he are entrances with a tron look, haha and rough breath.

"Huh!?

I saw a series of changes in my wife.

That's a remarkable change already.

"Huh? Phew, phew, phew?

By the time his behavior was suspicious, he began to twitch.

With the shota dick hell in front, Ms Nannuzzi lost her composure. Chill that shota over there, chill that shota over here, that's all my eyes are swimming already.

"But, ah, I can't find her then, can I?

"I have one report on that. I was with him before, but last month, His Majesty gave me the position of Viscount. I'm busy getting a title and territory, and I'm in a difficult situation to get into."

"Huh?"

"I don't know what to say instead, but we have prepared it in this way. However, when it comes to boulders, I have a lot of problems, and I hope you'll forgive me here."

To be honest with you, Ms Nannuzzi began to panic about what she had misunderstood.

"Well, you know what? Did your sincerity pass on a little bit to me? Yeah, I think it's a big deal to collect so many! Is the boulder Baron Tanaka? Yeah, that's a great job!

"I hope so."

Even now, the Viscount isn't a pattern, is it, Shota dick?

He said it would definitely look better if he was kept by his wife.

"Once you've been polite, I think it's only natural to respond to that."

"Thank you"

Apparently, I had a feeling you were convinced.

This will be fine for the moment.

"I am very afraid, but I ask you to take care of them as well. You can do whatever you want, if you can get it figured out so you don't bother with anything else. As for this facility, it was managed by Mr. Nannuzzi."

"Ho, book hit!? Are you sure?!?

"Yes."

"Heh, heh, heh, heh"

"Mr. Nannuzzi?

"If that's the case, yeah, should I be left to it? You don't have to worry about generating life potions for the moment. You're not quite the man to talk to. I knew it was important to be sincere. I think it's the most important thing in a people-to-people relationship."

"I think you're right."

A long bathroom life may have made her heart honest.

The thirties wife, who gives a joyous voice to her young dick, was a very free being.

If that's the case with her, I don't think she'll ever get bellypanned by a Lorigon in the future.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need you to take care of them"

"Yeah, I'm in charge! I'll take care of it!

Sent to a good smile, the soy sauce face followed the wife bath with the gay Viscount.

◇ ◆ ◇

It is on the way back from the wife bath to the mayor's house.

Speaking of which, I asked Viscount Gay.

"By the way, Viscount Gay. I'd like to confirm one thing."

"What is it?

"What was your business with me?

"Oh... no, I don't know..."

I just had a little bit of a problem with my imaginary face, and the handsome guy replied.

"I was wondering what the competition was like."

"I see."

Well, that bothers me.

My dear Shota dick is in on it, too.

"We're going to release the official one as soon as tomorrow's qualifying round is over,"

"I see."

However, as of now, I don't go to the boulder to tell others about the belly of the soy sauce face. Stand out, it's a lottery, or something, and it would be good to talk about it appropriately. The victory of the brave men of the west in the same tournament is the most important mission.

"According to the story, I hear the eastern braves are in on it, too."

"Yeah, right. The brave men of the west seem to have spoken a little bit."

"Is that true?

"Yes."

Could even that bastard taste good? Though I think it definitely grows hair and stuff. Communication that presupposes bastard specifications no matter what you think, whether it's with a body, a face, or a voice color.

Then the shota dick is still better.

"What did the brave men of the east say? I don't know how it used to be, but yesterday, his brave men are the only ones listed by the Grand Holy Nation. You and I are supposed to be friends of the dog monkeys who were responsible for the brave men of the west. I don't think it's going to be that easy."

"She told me that you could participate in the tournament with dignity."

"... ho"

In fact, Sophia with the bloody nui jumped into the office with the juice and it was very difficult. If there had been a Lorigon in the room, by now the eastern braves would have scattered themselves without having to compete in the tournament.

"The purpose of this tournament is to raise morale and discover talent for the defeat of the Demon King. And the appreciation of talent is not monopolized by the Penny Empire in one country. I'd like you to use it for the good of other countries, starting with the brave ones in the east."

If anyone listens, they'll find out what the Penny Empire thinks.

However, I think these stories are important because of extracorporeal claims. No matter how much the thought of hosting was wasted, it makes sense to repeat the beauty on the face of it. Criticizing the repeated beauty in front of the public is quite difficult.

The better it sounds, the more special it is.

Viscount Gay understands the neighborhood.

The majority of participants are aware of these circumstances. The Demon King's Market is in fact good to assume that the Penny Empire and the Great Holy Nation are bull-hearted. Going to get your share in Red Ocean must always go beyond the high barriers to entry.

That is why it is a handicraft and a great joy for his wife from Shota dick hell.

"Is that a general thrust on the part of the Grand Holy Nation?

"It won't be that far into boulders. Probably his discretion."

"Really..."

And so we had to come again, and we had to keep our heads together.

"Yeah, you're right"

But you're surprisingly handsome to talk about going into.

I just thought I'd come to bed with a shota dick, but maybe all the stories about studying municipality under Count Tanaka are never all lies. If that's the case, I thought it would never be a bad idea to get your work through the tournament.

I'll take care of one thing here.

◇ ◆ ◇

All qualifying for the two-day period ended.

Today, the qualifying venue is packed with players who have passed the qualifying round. That number is thirty-one. This is joined by the brave men of the west who let us set the seed rights in the main battle. In other words, there will be a tournament that will be thirty-two in total and thirty-one in total.

I am currently in the middle of a preliminary explanation, refraining from this battle the next day.

"Congratulations to everyone who passed the qualifying round."

The location is a qualifying venue. The MC progression is soy sauce face.

The atmosphere on the scene was meeting-oriented by the athletics department, which withheld the official game the next day.

Talk to the athletes about this, while their consciousness goes to the status of each athlete. This is the only opportunity for athletes to pass through together before this battle. We need to be sure to remember the names and proficiency of the participating players here.

"You will be the owner of a unique talent, selected from a four-digit audience. He took part in the main competition. I think that fact will be a medal that will never fade in your lives."

Based on that, it's salt plums like finishing the tournament table this evening.

In other words, for the soy sauce face, it is the most important time of the tournament.

"Let me explain a few things in advance for this battle."

By the way, from the Dragon City side, the participation of Sophia, Estelle, Zophy, the Demonic Nobleman, Gong, Allen and Nui was decided. I think it's not a bad balance that eight out of thirty-two, plus the brave men of the west.

Slightly one, a maid trembling with a bright blue face, cute.

You can leak your dick while everyone sees you in the venue.

"Let me give you a final glimpse of the questions. If you've finished qualifying in today's game, I'm very afraid of your tiredness, but please stay with me for just a little while. Then it will be the principle when we come to this battle..."

Gaze at other athletes as they speak of pre-prepared rules.

Among the participants unrelated to Dragon City, those with a soy sauce face and facial knowledge will be Professor Journal and the Brave Men of the East. As far as the two of them are concerned, we have already completed the confirmation, so how will we not have to do this on this occasion?

The problem becomes something else.

Several of them have been contacted by the various locations concerned.

It's called that, you see, greeting our players, like.

There's already a lot going on from the neighboring Republic of Pussy to Mr. Jose Pectin under the title of court magician, or Mr. Mason Aynsworth, who works as the Knight Commander of the Beachk Empire north of the capital, Calis. Several people also asked me to do this at the earlier study group.

By the way, Mr. Lunarna, a Kingsguard knight, has decided to compete from the country of the Chara Man Brothers. The same Brothers are defeated by her and lose the qualifying round. It is a sinking after being beaten from the side where he was fighting with his brothers. Thanks to this, we are likely to be able to proceed with this battle in strict comfort.

Also, just a few wild warriors who haven't been greeted?

Somehow some people like you managed to do something about the village.

Lots of new names, but well, you can think of this neighborhood collectively as a mob. When we checked the status, the majority were high oak and Wyburn. At least there were no participants approaching the Red Dragon and the brave men of the West who could do it alone. If you go back to the office, there's a list, so if you match your face with your first name, it's fine.

The problem is with participants other than them.

There were no regulations on equipment when participating in competitions. Everyone will want to fight equipped with weapons and protective equipment of their choice. That would widen the battle and the audience watching this would enjoy it. In the first place, at a time when there is magic such as fireballs, there are errors such as the presence or absence of equipment.

There are other religious, racial and cultural issues that seem very big. If you ban the wearing of niqabs and open the Olympics and such, you can afford full bocco from all countries. Therefore, with regard to the launch, the limit was dropped as far as possible. Not to mention the different worlds here, I don't know what the habits are.

Thanks to this, a little problem is currently occurring in the field.

"It should be noted that it is forbidden at this tournament…"

I think there's a guy named Mask in this tournament who's bound to get mixed up. I want the prize money, but I don't want to reveal my position. It's called anonymous dirt. I also made accounts for various services for livestock, so I know how it feels.

Whatever. The winning prize for the tournament is a thousand gold coins. 500 gold coins in semi-finals even if you don't win. From quarterly winners to best eights, a corresponding amount is available. Eat even higher and you won't be spared scouting from all countries. It's worth joining even if you push some risk.

However, that number is a problem in this battle.

There are seven of them.

Seven of them are hiding their whole bodies in robes and masks.

If you follow the bills at hand, they are each named "Galileo," "Orman," "Nancy," "Joseph Williams," "Elizabeth," "Mara Toto," and "Lutral Bachelor," but in fact they are suspicious. None of this smells like a pseudonym.

Naturally, let me check from one end.

Name: Hahn

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 73

Job: Bandit

HP: 6020/6950

MP: 2000/2100

STR: 7300

VIT: 5010

DEX: 6121

AGI: 8330

INT: 3112

LUC: 5034

Name: Vaccus

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 73

Job: Bandit

HP: 3020/4120

MP: 7000/8900

STR: 3300

VIT: 3130

DEX: 5011

AGI: 6138

INT: 10100

LUC: 4104

Name: Dark Boo

Gender: Female

Race: Dark Elves

Level: 98

Job: Fugitive

HP: 30850/30850

MP: 90000/10002

STR: 10300

VIT: 12000

DEX: 9921

AGI: 13030

INT: 11840

LUC: 92

Name: Osborne Peacock

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 67

Job: Male Whore

HP: 7020/7150

MP: 8000/8002

STR: 5300

VIT: 6000

DEX: 9921

AGI: 3030

INT: 9100

LUC: 54

Name: Doris of Ahern

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 37

Job: Vertical Roll

HP: 5100/5100

MP: 3120/3120

STR: 650

VIT: 900

DEX: 952

AGI: 1042

INT: 1201

LUC: 9009

Name: Mara Toto

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 167

Job: Meat Potty

HP: 7020/7150

MP: 31000/39002

STR: 1300

VIT: 5200

DEX: 1021

AGI: 930

INT: 30112

LUC: 3054

Name: Millennium Marseille

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 73

Job: Saint Knight

HP: 3020/4120

MP: 7000/8900

STR: 3300

VIT: 3130

DEX: 5011

AGI: 6138

INT: 10100

LUC: 4104

It's all mixed up in a lot of ways.

Besides, four of us know each other with soy sauce faces.

Accidentally reminding me of Dark Munchkin's aromatic thighs, I am attacked by an urge to be reversed raped. If you're in that glamorous condition, I'm confident that even if your manko stinks somewhat, you'll gook on all kinds of extracts. I knew if you were a virgin, you'd confine yourself to reverse rape.

On the other hand, is it Pea's presence that is unwillingly extreme? It is likely that you have not been able to get enough patron shabby sticks since you took off the school city. Together with Dark Munchkin, it was seen as participation in the search for a prize.

On the other hand, the presence of vertical rolls is of concern.

It seems very much like she's the one who's entered the habit she used to say no to when I asked her from here, somehow hiding her face. However, is it somewhat unexpected that you are winning the qualifying round? It is also a questionable achievement in terms of status.

Maybe Kimoronge made a leap. But it's got a hymen on it, so I forgive it all. Its presence is very convenient as a pawn in controlling the tournament. Let's hit Sophia's first round and ask for a gentle response.

And the most concerned being of the seven, meat potty.

I feel like I can finally find some personal fun in the tournament. I can't be sure, but maybe, I'm sure she's Mercedes' meat potty. A sense of virginity tells me it must be. I don't know why you look like a robe, though.

"In addition, penalties in accordance with the statutes of the Penny Empire shall be applied to those who break the provisions of the Games, without fear, at the discretion of the management of the Games. If you would like more information about this, a Penny Empire legal official will be waiting for you to guide you later..."

As far as I've checked lightly, they have no problem with the four of them.

The qualities and personalities are known.

What bothers me, on the other hand, are the remaining masks with no provenance.

Three people: Hahn, Vaccus and Millennium Marseille. Participants should pay due attention to the trend, as it is a participation in concealment of qualities. Stat wise, however, it's not that much of a problem either. It seems that the brave men of the west will not struggle.

Especially with regard to Mr. Hahn and Mr. Vaccus, there is a judgment from that title that is entirely prize-winning. I'm sure he's got an arm prized bill.

It seems best to bump the two of us in the first round in the main battle. It's also antagonistic in status, and if you can get a good mask, it's a rope on the spot. Even if it does not, it is certain if we ask the vertical roll in WWII and have Kimoronge handle it.

On the other hand, the Holy Knight, Mr. Millennium Marseille, but this one will be joining us from the Great Holy Nation at ten to eighty-nine. A spy. I feel that way in title. As soon as we get back to the mayor's house just in case, let's say we check with the magic guide aristocrats and around the journal professor.

As long as it has become an international tournament richer than originally envisioned, the organizers will be happy to host it.

Your Majesty will surely be satisfied for this minute.

Shall we proceed crisply?