Atelier Tanaka

It is the day after the night has passed since the attack with the maid.

"Do you want to act with us?

"Yes, my boy"

The maid devoured Bo at the breakfast table.

By the way, the soy sauce face is in the middle of a meal on the floor just like yesterday. I wonder if this is the landscape Gogol usually tastes, what a strange feeling because I don't feel bad about it.

Still, if there's anything different from yesterday, Mr. Bird by your side.

"Huh, huh."

He eats the oatmeal served on a plate diligently, pecking with his beak.

Sometimes it was initially a meal served by the contested opponent last night, as if there was no sign of hands on it. So much so that he pushed the edge of the plate with his feet and let it go away. Still, I probably started eating it this way because there was some sort of soy sauce face moving the spoon without hesitation right next door.

Worst of all, even if it was poisoned, I can handle it with healing magic.

Such a sense of security gave priority to appetite over a sense of crisis.

By the way, the menu is the same as the busamen. The container is shallow and the other person is liquid, which makes it difficult. Let's ask the boy to change the shape of the dishes even without the maid this evening.

When Busamen asks him directly, he is likely to replace it with a shallower container.

"I don't mind that, but what the hell is wrong with you?

"I'm anxious to leave Bo alone with the man"

"... I see"

The maid's words made Bo look like an idea.

Against a middle-aged wolf who could be the bone of any horse, his opponent is the prince of a country. In the unlikely event that there is, she will be safe to use. If you recall her handsome move yesterday, she may also be a escort in addition to the maid business.

I remember being targeted by highly aggressive maids, whenever I recall or in the Great Holy Nation. Even then, you touched it fully and it felt great to be one step ahead of you in reverse rape. I would like to take the lead in approaching maids who smell dangerous in the future.

"Okay. Because of this, I'm visiting the school, and even in the sense of deepening Stella's social experience, I don't think it's ever a bad thing to look around the school together. It may also create an unprecedented way of looking at things"

"Thank you"

Is it because the royal family wants to think about why?

Aren't you a thoughtful man?

"But we can't attend together until class, but what are you going to do there?

"No problem. Let me turn to the surveillance of the man there."

"... surveillance?

In line with the maid's gaze, Bo's consciousness turns to Busamen.

"Boy doesn't seem to have much of a sense of crisis about living with the guy, but I feel anxious for him. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'd be delighted to have the opportunity to find out who the man is."

"Opportunity to get to know people,"

"Can't you?

"... ok. Fine."

"Thank you"

Get a chance to interact with your maid even if you don't want to.

I don't feel like I'm being asked for by the opposite sex. The opposite of favor is indifference or a well said word. Even if it was harmful at its root, it would be delightful to be challenged in the physical language by a pretty girl. I feel joy in the touch between my skin and my skin.

Plus, it's free.

Because it's good for once, I want to try to get my neck cuddly tightened with both hands while being reverse raped on the ride. Otintin reacts freakedly when you strangle him, he's not comfortable, I'd like to be told something like that. Something I saw online that said there was such an island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean.

Really, reverse rape is awesome.

"Do you mind? Tanaka."

"Yes, thank you very much"

I snort solemnly at the inquiry from the boy.

Then Mr. Bird jumped right next door.

"Huh! Huh! Huh!

Self-assertion with bustling and feathering.

Could it be that you wish to accompany them? No way. Mr. Bird, the demon of the Dark Continent, can't possibly understand our human language. Even adults encountered in the past were unable to communicate with each other in a busy manner.

Still, for once, contact Fong Ma from her soy sauce face.

"Dear Masefield, may he join us?

"Oh, I'm just gonna leave one in my room on a boulder."

"Thank you"

He's a prince who understands quite a bit.

Aren't you a good man?

"Huh! Huh! Huh!

I don't think I can look at Mr. Bird, who desperately slams his feathers. Maybe he wanted to claim himself again because we're exchanging words.

Was it the figure of the editor that reminded me of myself?

The occasional desperation shown by a teacher who hadn't listened to him until then, when he was having a meeting or something in the Dragon City office, to speak appropriately for the time being and take care of the place, overlapped with the appearance of Mr. Bird.

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[Sophia perspective]

A strange thing was brought into the office that day.

Placed on a sofa table, it will be a beautiful square crate, made big enough to hold in both hands. Every area is about the same length, on one side above is large enough for people's arms to enter, and there are round holes. Is it a trash can or something?

"What do you say? I'm going to try this."

It was Mr. Elf who brought him in.

Standing in the front of the crate, he has a proud look on his face. Yesterday, I thought you were back in your room in the middle of a meeting, and you were making it somewhat busy. Could it have been making this one?

It is the gaze of doubt that can be directed from those present.

In addition to me and Mr. Elf, by the way, there are the figures of Estelle, Allen, Dragon, Gogol, Gonzalez, Neumann, Vertical Roll and his squire, Farren, Ashley and the West Brave.

You are all standing along the wall in the form of a sofa set provided in the center of the room. Standing by the sofa table in the middle of it will now be exactly what Mr. Elf will tell you. That's a very large office, a very small number of people.

"What is this, your pot of shit? You're a dirty guy. '

Following a suggestion from Mr Elf, the most responsive was Mr Dragon.

You're staring at the wooden box with a disgusting look on your face.

It's just the right size to sit back and add to your needs. It only shows a little small for Mr. Gonzalez and Mr. Neumann to use, but on the other hand it shows just fine for little elves and Mr. Dragon.

"Chi, no! That's not it. Huh!?

"... sputum kettle?

"That's different, too, I mean, it's not dirty! Ho, it's true!?

Following Mr. Dragon, Mr. Gogol will hang on to the chase.

Thanks to you, Mr. Elf, who blushes and sues desperately, he's adorable.

Here recently, the maid has also figured out her personality. I initially thought you were a cold character when we met, but you seem to have a surprisingly brown side at the same time. However, you can only behave like that to someone close to you.

More specifically, Mr. Tanaka, Mr. Elf and Mr. Dragon, right?

"This is a tool to anticipate his whereabouts!

"What the hell!?

After the ensuing explanation, Mr. Dragon was surprised.

Of course the maid was surprised.

Because that just looks like something that just drilled a hole in a crate. Not very much, but I don't think it has the functionality to find Mr. Tanaka. Is something awesome being delivered inside?

"But this alone means nothing"

'What do you mean?

"I need the help of a maid there."

Chirali, I've got eyes on Mr. Elf, who was stared at this one.

Fished by this, everyone else's consciousness turns to the maid again.

"Oh, you mean that"

"Sure, that sounds worth a try."

I couldn't hold my hair for a while and Mr. Gonzalez was nodded.

Estelle also said yes.

Instead, let me ask you the look on the face of everyone gathered in the room, and everyone and he will be staring at the maid. I'm not just saying that your face was convincing. Nobody else, myself. Again, I kind of get it.

But no matter how much it is, isn't it too appropriate?

"Come on, get your hands in this!

"Oh, you know, what the hell is in there..."

I understand somewhat, but let me ask you once and for all. Because, Mr. Elf, you look like you're going to want me to hear very much. Sometimes it feels exciting, but you can peek at it from its face.

"As far as I know, it contains tree bills describing the names of various towns and settlements. Just one thing out of this, I want you to pull it up with that hand. I believe that the place written on the bill drawn by your hand is relevant to his location."

"Yes, no matter how much, it seems impossible to do that on a boulder..."

"Sophie, you'll be fine!

Dear Estelle, the nomenclature is reverting to that before.

Was amnesia OK?

"It's certainly not a bad bet if you think about past achievements, huh?

Even Master Vertical Roll, he nodded in a convincing manner.

On the boulder. This is a bit, I feel a lot of shock when it comes off, but what about there? Will the support of the maid's mentals, which will be scraped galloping, be done properly? I'm not anxious.

"What's up?

"No, that..."

"I don't think I can pull a hit on anything at once. Feel free to pull."

…………

That being said, Mr. Elf, if you put yourself in the same position, I'm sure you'll look in trouble. I can easily imagine her pulling bills with an impatient look, drawing her cheeks and other things from nervousness, still full of spirits.

Yeah, that's right. I'm sure she will do so and be challenged from the front of everything, squarely. That's too dazzling for a made-to-measure flair that I usually just think about shallow.

I understand.

At least for this moment or so, let's try our best.

"Wow, I get it. Now, uh, excuse me..."

"You should take a breath. Oh, you can't pull two, can you?

"Yes."

Among the attention of everyone present, the maid pulled the bill.

In such a way as to fear, I offer the bills in my hand to the front.

Then there, what's going on?

Other letters with.

"Um, this is..."

I don't think we have such a place name. Completely out of the question. You can also hear breathtaking noises from around you. The maid opened her mouth to her own doubts.

Then I couldn't stand my hair, and Mr. Elf answered me.

"I put it in there to see how effective it was, but I didn't think it would attract it in one shot. You're also saying that it was never Dada who made you try to save that man's life in a battle with the Demon King. The boulder didn't keep him away."

"... eh"

"Actually, there's something else on the bill, and it's going to be real."

That's how I talk, and Mr. Elf's arm moved. Ahead of your stares, her hands moved the leather bag placed at your feet onto the sofa table. A glimpse ahead of the loose mouth string is a massive wooden bill.

"Fate is in this"

"I see..."

The boulder is Mr. Elf, you're a burst of wit.

Thanks to this, the maid has a tight armpit.

Her hand adds bills to the crate. Towards the hole that opens on the top of the crate, the wooden plaque goes in with a ragged sound from the mouth of the leather bag. There seems to be a good number of them, and is it a sight that Mr Elf's efforts last night will be sneaked up?

By the way, the letters were deliberately carved by hand on wooden plaques.

It is a strange and coagulating elf.

"That's it!

I just finished putting everything in, and her gaze goes this way again. She never forgets to stick her arm in it and mix it with a rag. Don't just say you're ready, stare at the maid with a sparkling eye.

"Come on, pull it off"

"... Yes"

In notion, I stuck my hand in the crate.

Compared to earlier, you've been stuck with the contents.

Let me pull it off for one thing, because it's not a troubled and manageable issue. Don't worry if it's not, Mr. Elf also said. For this maid, that word is above all salvation.

"Um, here, here, please"

I will give Mr. Elf the wooden plaque I took out.

On its surface, the name was carved.

It's something I don't remember from my maid's poor minister's head.

"... Granus, huh"

The sight of the bill turned Mr. Elf's face into something sinister.

Could it have pulled a bill you shouldn't have pulled? I'll be in a big hurry to see how the others are doing. Then the reaction in the field was completely bisected. The majority of people have the same look of doubt as maids. You must be watching Mr. Elf's reaction.

On the other hand, Mr. Dragon and his longitudinal roll squire, and only the brave ones in the west, are soggy faces. I feel that something magical is involved in view of the fact that it is someone other than, or working close to, people who has been altered in their expression.

Could it have pulled a bill that wasn't good?

…………

Somehow the inside of my stomach, it made me sick and sore.

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After breakfast, we headed to school, just like yesterday.

Shortly after arriving, Bo Ma headed to class on his feet, and the remaining Busamen and maids came all the way to the courtyard. It is a generous space that I took care of the other day. During class hours, the students disappear into the classroom, and even we, the outsiders, can slow down.

"What are you going to do here?

"I'm not going to take it away and do anything. Strongly, his feathers are stretched."

Answer the maid's query and turn your gaze to the bird beside you.

The stared side tilted his neck just to say what the hell it was.

"Huh?

I've seen it online, even if it's a cage-bearing bird, that you need to be allowed to fly freely in your room for about an hour a day. Even humans would be in a lot of trouble if they didn't move in their room all the time, so maybe that's what I'm thinking.

However, Mr. Bird just looks up at this one and there is no sign of ever flying. Could it be a child who can't fly? If I recall, I haven't seen him dance in the sky since we met until today.

Maybe I'm getting a little worried.

"... I'll check just in case, what is that bird?

"Well, what is it?"

I can't be honest with you.

If you do it badly, you don't have to wait for an adult bird to burn a chicken.

Whenever the brave men of the west also said that a mansion would be built in the capital city of Calis with its feathers.

"My summoning magic is subcurrent, and the neighborhood is very appropriate."

"Did you use such dangerous magic in front of Boy?

"Priority has been given to the honor of Lord Macefield in the school"

…………

I help with one last night, and realize I care more about Mr. Bird than I imagined. I may have somehow understood why people would say it sucks to start having pets after thirty. Company colleagues also changed gradually after they split up with her and started having cats.

How dangerous, pet. It's dangerous, breeding.

Please, I want to treat the distance correctly.

"What is it? Look at the devil with his strange face."

"No, don't worry"

"I don't care"

"Oops, that's rude"

What a light-hearted thing to say about the maid's talk, on the other hand.

I don't hesitate to rape you because of it. I feel my fangs as a male pulled out in the abuse talk with Gogol grow up again. The male has pleaded fully in his pants, if not his son.

"By the way, it wouldn't be funny to talk about me all the time. If you don't mind, could you tell us about Mr. Stella? It looks like a relationship that stands out from Master Macefield."

The boy called me Stella.

That's about all, the soy sauce face doesn't know about this maid.

"... what are you going to do when you hear that?

"For my part, I would like to have a good time with Master Macefield, including Stella, who is a squire. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to set up a conversation for mutual understanding."

…………

The current situation, where we haven't even gotten a letter of credit, the gaze from her is harsh.

Reminds me of Estelle when we met.

"So what do you say?

"Maid and husband, nothing more or less"

"I see."

As I imagined, I received a poking greedy reply. Kind of lonely.

Busamenically, I would be very happy to tell you how the membrane is. Has it already been attacked by Boy, after all? Likely. But still, to the presence of membranes that are never zero, virgins want to commit.

"We see you two are in a pretty intimate pattern. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you if you know how Boy is trying to solve the problem, assuming he's got summoning magic."

"... are you listening that far?

"Yes, I heard from you personally"

…………

Let me be honest with you about one thing yesterday. I do not believe that the neighbouring countries will unconditionally obey because of how they have gained power. It is with its corresponding achievements that it is the deterrent. I guess it would be quick to talk if I could get a big dragon or something, but it's not going to be that easy.

Like Nui, some creatures are strong when they do it to a cute looking habit.

Depending on the situation in the future, Boy will beg for summoning magic again. When that happens, what progress does he want to make by fulfilling it? There is not much I would like to confirm right now.

What about such a common topic?

"You think you have all that power?

"No, I'm just a little interested"

"Then you don't have to answer."

…………

Well, that's right.

Communicating with her seems quite difficult. That's why I envy the boy who is betta in love with me from such a maid. This is how I wanted a cute lollymade who would just sneer at me.

Speaking of which, I noticed.

I wonder how strong she is.

Since the status has been inflated around me lately, I couldn't care less about Mr. Bird's status. However, if you think calmly, now you have something that is high oak.

Her reality and how she was flat on the spot from him like that.

Let's make sure.

Name: Stella

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 54

Job: Made

HP: 16200/16200

MP: 5400/5400

STR: 7201

VIT: 6900

DEX: 6229

AGI: 10010

INT: 6302

LUC: 59

I see, something like Dark Munchkin's lower compatibility.

Then last night, I think I was taking a lot of damage. Even so, her guts would be real trying to leave the room in plain sight. That kind of core girl, I think she's so cute. Something that's going to make me a good wife.

"Please don't stare. It's disgusting."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're so cute."

"I'm gonna throw up."

…………

I feel confident that it will taste good until I vomit back.

However, it is not good to stay this way all the time. Can't we get along somehow? With all the hostility directed at me over the course of a few days, I still miss the favor. A human being is a luxurious creature.

"Huh."

Doing so, there was movement on Mr. Bird by his side.

I jumped from the top of the bench to the ground and walked out with some chickens. The tip of that leg is thought to be a tree planted in the middle of the courtyard. Styles that don't try to use wings, no matter how you scratch them, have anxiety about boulders as summoners.

What an adorable thing to have a plump, round body walking all the way.

"What's wrong with you?

"Huh!

Slightly, at his feet stopped, the nuts were colloquial.

I pointed this at the tip of the wing and it rang.

There's only a little distance, so I don't know the details. Feels pampered, relaxed atmosphere. The size is earlier on the thumb.

"What's wrong with that nut?

"Huh..."

In the meantime, his beak moved.

I fell to the ground. I pinched it up, lifted it overhead, and gobbled, swallowed it, didn't I? I'm not going to deny his wild guts, but from a modern man aware that pets are something to grow in pet food, it's a somewhat anxious act.

If I break my stomach or something, it's not hard.

"... can you eat it?

"Huh."

Then, what a pleasure. Could it be delicious?

If that's the case, I'm not stingy about stuffing my soy sauce face either.

"It's the fruit of becoming a forest man's tree. They say the way they call it varies from region to region. Relatively large birds like Griffon and Garuda are said to prefer it. Nevertheless, your subpoena doesn't seem like such a big species from what I've seen."

"I see."

I suppose you want to explain the summoning magic of the soy sauce face to every bird.

Thank you.

If we are to compete in the size of things, it seems that few birds grow bigger than he does. Now is the time to be fluffy, only as good as a soccer ball. However, when this grows, even dragons are overwhelmed, so the world does not know.

"Phoenix is also said to prefer this again. They prepare a large quantity of forest nuts for anything, attract adult Phoenix from the nest to other places, and steal eggs and feathers in the meantime. According to a passage, it emits its own smell that humans can't feel."

"That's another interesting story."

Maybe the brave western men we met on the Dark Continent were also thinking of using the nuts of the foresters to deal with Phoenix. Given that overwhelming difference in status, there should be some way to do it.

"... I'll check again, what kindergarten is that?

"Well, I was sappy on that point, too."

"Boy, I want to get around you. I want you to be me too, surrounded by unknown demons. It's a little monster, so I don't know when I'm going to leave you and do you harm."

"I'll let you hear it right there, so please, how many graduates..."

Birds pounding forest nuts looking delicious, rattling their throats.

There are a lot of drops around, so you can eat all you want.

Beside it, the sermon from the Loremade continued over a small hour.

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Shortly after I finished my morning class, Boy, I got a call from you.

Tanaka, I need to talk to you.

"Yes, what is it"

It will be a talk in a cafeteria space set up within the school, following Boy after class. It's not much different from the facilities that were at the Royal School of Magic in the Penny Empire. It's like a foreign-funded coffee chain set up in a station building.

There are many other students around who enjoy the welcome. A cute girl in her mid-teens enjoys tea there. Don't make me feel like going through it every day. If I was looking for a part-time job or something, I would very much like to use it for my immediate pocket money.

"I plan to start tomorrow, but there will be internships outside of school as a consistency of classes"

"I see."

"It's a class that always requires attendance. Failure to participate in this process and pay the required units will result in the treatment of falling short. Also, when participating, Summoning students were instructed not to come with the Summoner they had summoned in the previous class."

It would be the one that calls it an out-of-school class.

Social studies tour.

"As a result of hanging with the teacher, you were also recognized as a subpoena. So I'm sorry, but I want you to join me in class. I don't mind that round bird you called in if you have to. I have plans to do this within the evening."

"I understand. If that's the case, we're here to help."

"Boy, you don't have to bother explaining it carefully. If this man is Bo Ma's summoner, all you have to do is order him to follow you. If you suck at someone like this, they'll lick you."

"I don't think Tanaka has that personality for a few days after we met."

"No, look, it's something we can fix as much as we want. These people are not the ones in my mind who figured out what I was thinking. Please don't ever let me get distracted."

That's an unexpectedly pungent statement.

Gogol, I got a similar feeling when I was talking to you.

It's become a strange habit.

"I appreciate Stella's care. Let's be careful if there are others."

"I would like to draw your attention on a daily basis..."

"Don't tell me that. Then I'll be tired again."

…………

But what, you little brat, you have more people than you can imagine. The feeling of telling someone you haven't met long ago is reminiscent of Allen's. Moreover, he is a nobleman in person, despite being a tentative civilian here and there.

In addition, it is a question of dealing with the school where he entered until he falsely identified himself, the soy sauce face, which brilliantly sealed off his entry and exit from the same place. If I were in the same position, what the hell would I have said with this busamen and even a word of dissatisfaction?

Thanks to you, my heart is warming up.

Summoner, I kind of want to do my best for you.

"I want to do my best to help you, son."

"Oh, I asked you to."

"I hope you're not lying clearly."

The attitude of some of your maids is strict, but let's be strict here.

"Yes, sir."

"Huh!

The bird is also at the foot of his soy sauce face, and he replies with a sense of purpose.

As long as it's reliable.