Atelier Tanaka

In conclusion, the cause of the zombie disturbance was even Fang.

No, is it precisely the power of the Immortal King that Bo inherited?

While explaining to Dr. Editor how it has been so far, we also understand the context of the zombie disturbance that has continued from yesterday to today. I don't know exactly what principle led to the zombie outbreak, until that mechanism. Still, the cause became clear.

A shriveled flower at Fong Ma's feet suggests one end of it.

Thanks to her, she is depressed.

You look like you're gonna cry.

Next to it is a gardener who received a heel and became liquid. Leaving clothes, ornaments, and tools of pruning, the flesh was completely unraveled. It is the result of the operator's proprietary judgment that it may cause further suffering.

Anything undead is said to be irreversible. It seems possible to go from living to undead, but vice versa. If we were to do that, it would be the same thing as resurrecting the dead.

"I see that happened..."

"Yes."

Soy sauce face with the editor exchanging words beside the flowerbed.

The place is the courtyard unchanged.

There are other faces around. Together with everyone present, we shared a case with the skeleton where Soy Sauce Face and Fong Ma met. Of course it is a discount about her field landscape. That's just Busamen's treasure.

"I didn't think anyone you knew inherited his name."

"Maybe, did you know him?

"It's not so much about people I know. However, the Immortal King you met went to look for traces because of our encounter. In that sense, I am also never irrelevant"

The teacher made me speak with regret.

Turn to Boy and let him bow his head deeply.

"I've annoyed you. Sorry."

"Yes, no, that's not true. Everything wanted power cheaply because of my greed."

"Either way, we can't leave this alone. If the power of the Immortal King cannot be controlled, that is the one thing that matters. Just in case, aside from one thing yesterday, there's nothing resentful about this gardener, is there?

"Naturally. It's just a pattern to the extent that we exchanged morning greetings."

"Then the power of the Immortal King is likely to be leaking."

"Leaks, is it?

"Mm-hmm. He hated that, too, and said he was headed to find his successor"

If I recall, he said that even before he met Boy, about fifteen people spoke up and said no. If I were in the same position, I would definitely have been frustrated first. The existence of such a terribly positive skeleton is now resentful

"I am also present at the scene when His Highness inherits the power of the Immortal King. So I heard from him that he would inherit the power of the Immortal King, and that there would be no less defects in that power. So, is this what happens?

"I don't know how it works in detail either. But isn't it leaking as a fact?"

The teacher's gaze is pointed at the corner of the flowerbed.

There you can see the withered lines of flowers unknown.

"Is there something you can't do about it?

"I ask you one thing, has that ring been fitted all along?

"Oh, oh, I don't remember taking it off since I inherited power from his people"

"... right"

The blonde, Dr. Lorim Chimchi, became an even more salty expression.

Apparently, the situation is inconceivable.

"As I explained earlier, the ring is made to enclose the magic of the wearer. Performance is quite something, and in the sense of enclosing magic, I can't name any more tools"

"You've been a very noisy substitute."

The boulder is a Boss Monster drop.

I'm sure it would be a great price if I sold it.

He seems so eager to lead the nobility or something.

"Oh, it's a hell of a tough tool. If, for example, it was fitted into the demonic tribe there, it would be able to seal up its power to the point that it was no different from a normal human being. As much as I was considering going under the Immortal King to borrow for once to defeat the Demon King."

The teacher's gaze now turns to Kimoronge.

The stared side retreated after only half a step gibberish.

"Oh, that's funny. Wow."

"Your husband!?

I was frustrated by the frightened kimorongue with some happy expression.

If that's the case, I also want Busamen to fit in.

"But then it seems like there's no way to deal with it..."

"As it stands, you're right. Now it's still enough to turn a nearby human into a zombie, but if his magic improves over time, the degree will also be more intense. Ultimately everything that lives and lives will be undead."

"Wow, what am I..."

I overheard what Dr. Editor said, and I thought this was still depressing, kid.

The power of the Immortal King was more powerful than she had imagined. Instead of overwhelming the southern countries, it could overwhelm the whole world. In the unlikely event that other countries were informed of the situation, the Kingdom of Nipple would be named as a jade by neighbouring countries.

Whether the Nipple kingdom will eventually perish or the nations that have challenged this will perish, the end cannot be known. But in any case, I don't think there will be a good future. At least it will be a far future from the way Boy wanted his country to be.

"But that doesn't happen for years or there. It takes hundreds of years for power to overflow apart from the country. That's why you don't think it's important to us right now to deal with it before it does? I won't give up in a hurry."

"The boulder is Mr. Editor, isn't it? Thank you for your powerful words."

This overwhelming positivity, exemplified by the earthquake.

Where the teacher is so strangely dependable, I want to be raped very inversely. The reverse rape from Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi and all that pushing down her opponent, but it seems like she accidentally puts her cock in her anal from a hurry, isn't it great?

Besides, it feels like I would never admit to insisting that it's Omanco in there right now.

I definitely prefer the front to the soy sauce face, but if I were a teacher, I could afford the back.

I can tolerate having bacteria in it and pain in my urethra after the fact.

"You said you were working out in this courtyard, right?

"Ah, oh. I was thinking of making the power of the Immortal King my own."

"Then I guess it's not even a dada leak yet. If I use force with any intent, I guess the magic leaks out so that even the valve opens. Because many others are safe, the range is not that wide."

"In that case, what would happen to one last night?

"Wait, I want you to go! I really didn't feel like eating that one. But I didn't do it, I didn't do it! If I hadn't been there, I'd never have done it myself. Please, I want you to believe me!

"If you believe that word, your valve will also open when your emotions shake. Furthermore, neither side of the seat where you sat was zombied. Perhaps the less tolerant, that is, the less powerful, the more noticeably affected."

"Or emotion is..."

"Even earlier, the flowers in the flowerbed would have shriveled shortly afterwards, understanding that he had turned the gardener man into a zombie himself. With that in mind, don't you think it's somewhat of a credible assumption? Of course, there may be other causes."

When the flowers withered, a soy sauce face stood on the front of Fong Ma. It was a sense of distance that could be touched if you reached out. However, this flesh is not zombified. I actually experienced it myself, and the teacher's words became firm.

…………

Hands on your own chest as a reminder of the past, boy. Handsome.

But that crotch has a proper omanco.

Then comforting this is what a virgin who believes in the presence of a membrane there should take.

"Boy, you don't have to worry about that. I'll help you, too."

"If you don't mind, I'll give you a hand too. If you become self-absorbed, that is what will randomly increase the number of zombies. We should calm down and come up with a solution. It's a useful force, even if it's a dangerous force. It must be what you needed."

"Shh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"There is no annihilation. I am your subpoena."

"... hey, was that still going on?

A little lower voiced teacher thrust me in with a salty face.

◇ ◆ ◇

Move the place from the courtyard to the dining room and the argument is a sign of continuity.

He circles over the body of a boy who has inherited the title of immortal king, and exchanges words with this, whether all of us. In that seat are also the figures of the Editor and Lorigon, who met in the courtyard, and the Demonic Noble and Journal Professor, who showed his face only a little behind them.

As for the two Ojisamas, did King Chara call you to your breakfast table for everything? He said he had been consulted about the zombie disturbance that had occurred during the meeting, although he had not heard the details. The Kingdom of Cherry will also be desperate to investigate the situation.

And it is our blonde Lolimchi teacher who goes to the cutting edge of a series of topics.

"I'm sure our predecessor, the Immortal King, has accumulated too much power."

Explore the mechanism of zombie outbreaks and let the teacher state.

The predecessor immortal king is the skeleton we met.

By the way, she showed up with the Lorigon a little late today. Anyway, I asked you why, and you and I were interested in throwing pillows in the middle of the night, so I guess. I don't know which one threw first, but when I threw it out, he couldn't stop, and at the end of the day, he fell asleep as it was.

The soy sauce face to such a teacher has one opinion.

"The predecessor Immortal King said that some of the power he had accumulated would be missing in place. We are talking about it becoming normal even when the power was transferred from previous generations of immortal kings. Does that mean it didn't work correctly this time?

It makes me repeat myself, but I'm curious.

I also checked Busamen properly.

My husband should never be bad.

"I don't know that far. Were the forces to be missing not missing, or even if they were, did they accumulate excessive force? Or is there any other reason? At the moment, the view I can give is that my predecessors saw the sightings wrong."

"I see."

I'm sure it's a dialogue I had in mind about Boy.

The bad news is the predecessor immortal king, not even this one. He was an editor teacher who seemed to proclaim himself that way to the face he was in. The blurry word stands out, Mr. Elf, but it's not that you can never be attentive.

"If that's the case, why don't we do something called substitution on this occasion right now? That would lessen the power of the Immortal King, wouldn't it? If I repeat it a few times, maybe it'll feel good one of these days?

Estelle gave me an extremely reasonable opinion.

If I had been in her shoes myself, I would have suggested the same. However, I cannot affirm this when I recall the rituals exchanged between Bo Ma and Skeleton. Because it means the disappearance of Boy.

"I'm sorry for your feedback, but I can't do that"

"Why not?

On behalf of Dr. Editor here, Busamen will tell you.

"The replacement of the Immortal King means the replacement of the original extinction"

"Huh? Oh, really?

"The predecessors who lost the title of immortal king collapsed and disappeared before our eyes. Whether that was done by the will of the person or by the ritual, the circumstances may not be known. However, as long as we have exchanged words with our predecessors, it seems that the former's potential is strong."

"... yes. I hope you don't mind my opinion now."

"Excuse me."

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry I said something weird this way."

No, there's no annihilation.

Estelle looks sorry.

The brave man in the west opened his mouth so as to follow her like that.

"It might be a little hard to solve everything all of a sudden. That's not why I think we should hurry up and consider not causing another zombie commotion during the forthcoming meeting on the reunification of the southern countries."

I think the handsome guy said something good.

As for the same meeting, I don't know when I will be reunited.

As you pointed out, we need to work out measures as soon as possible.

"You're right. How about that? Boy."

Busamen's gaze heads to the corner of the room.

Then there's Gogol, not Boy. Though the trigger is necessary to activate the zombiization, I don't know when (or when) the timing will come. So he was voluntarily taking a seat in the corner of the room.

"... I'm so sorry, Count Tanaka and his comrades"

Moreover, for some reason, it sits directly on the floor.

No matter how far the chair went, they insisted on sitting up straight.

I'm sure you care about Gogol.

"Now, as soon as possible, let's start considering your participation in the conference"

Thanks to this, a strange faction has been created in the dining table landscape. It is a sight that I do not feel uneasy about as a busament. I'm so uncomfortable. Incidentally, Mr. Brown Lolita and I are sitting in a point symmetrical position across the center of the room.

Looking at Chirali and how she is, she looks in a good mood with no heart.

Could you be happy?

"But, uh... can I be so sweet?

"Until now, Bo has been good to me. At times not long after we met, I blessed the cloak with an ugly man who could be anyone anywhere. Late at night, I took you to jail and assured you of your condition. We had a soft bed and a warm meal."

Besides, she thinks she has a hymen and is a beautiful girl in men's clothing.

It was exactly what the virgin wanted Boy Meets Girl.

"Please, let me repay you."

"But, hey, the others..."

In the wake of a series of events, Bo's self-esteem is plummeting.

The way he asks me to peek into the face of his companion seems to shrivel with regret. If that bothers you, how humble it is to have enough power to overwhelm everyone gathered in this room alone.

Thanks to it, I am completely restless, such as the Lorigon. Oh, why? You look like that, you look over there, you look over here, you're so twitchy. I'm staring at you, boy, as if you were looking at something you don't know what to do.

I would have helped with those backgrounds, Estelle said.

"You're a humid princess! If you're sorry, why don't you just take the confectionery fold and say hello after this commotion has subsided! Same problem. But what if I use my head a little more constructively?

I think this kind of straight up is one of Lolivitch's attractions.

Something like this, when something hard or sad happened at the company, when I came home mentally or worn out, it felt like it would encourage me to be healthy, but I admire the company very much. I'm sure I'll be able to work hard again tomorrow.

"... right. Oh, you're right."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"Thank you, Viscount Fitzclarence. And the others."

It's very polite of you to let me bow my head again, boy.

The princess of a poor, polite little country or rather, this one puzzles me. How can you be born with such an impeccable heroine statue? Too unrealistic to want to doubt its existence.

Thinking about it, the maid who was still serving her comes tighter.

"That's right, boy. Count Tanaka is a man of great nostalgia."

…………

As you can see. I was wondering if you would still sell Busamen the charm.

The look on her face is indescribable thanks to you. Just knowing the relationship between the two of them so far also makes my chest ache from watching the soy sauce face. I am just overwhelmed by the speed of her transformation.

One day, Boy, I want to show you your status window or something.

Absolutely fun.

Let's hurry up and let her dialogue flow.

"To add one thing, this one is not irrelevant to us either. Thinking of the mighty power of the Immortal King, I think if anyone but Bo had inherited power, it would have been a big deal depending on his personality."

What a status for the Demon King.

You're in a position to sell fights to the world.

"It is also possible that those who inherited power became the second demon king, and soon after we realized the anomaly, the damage had been done to neighboring countries. In that case, countries outside the southern world will also never be able to do just that. Worst case scenario, the world might have perished."

"Um, the guy's right. In other words, we may consider ourselves in a cooperative relationship over the power of the Immortal King. I think it would be beneficial for us to cooperate with you."

Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi nodding at Busamen's words.

Fifteen people said his skeleton spoke up before he encountered Fong, and I feel strongly glad that they all refused. If someone like Pea had it in his hand, the first thing would have been a handsome man shaved without a doubt without sin.

"Besides, the cause of the immortal king's wandering off looking for his successor is the fireball unleashed by the dragon there. Even though the zombies were leaking, they would have slept lightly for another hundred years if left alone."

"Hey, what the hell!?

"No?

'If that's the case, ah, it was the maid there who took me there!

"Huh..."

Lorrigon told me and I got the look on Sophia's face that she was going to die now. A desperate maid. It reminds me of her initially when she was summoned to the school's student dormitory as an exclusive maid of soy sauce-face by every demonic nobleman.

"Su, su, excuse me... something is wrong with me..."

"No, you're not, are you? Then I made a whale, and I'm the one who's not."

"Oh? What did you make that whale for? Not because the man there didn't tell us where he was going, and he flew us anywhere on his own? I wonder what the hell that was."

"The boulder is your husband, you're right"

"When that happens, it will be me who summoned the Earl of Tanaka by summoning magic"

Oh, my God, the blame's gone around.

Once again, Fang is depressed.

Everything is caused by the charming God of the example.

Let Busamen, who know the roots of all evil, divide the field once again.

"This kind of thing can't help looking back at the past. No matter what we do, sooner or later the Immortal King will have gone looking for traces. Even if we put this under control, I think we should all be praised for our accomplishments."

"I'm sorry, Count Tanaka. That would be very helpful if you could say that."

"So positively, let's move on to thinking that this is the best moment."

"Okay."

I was able to get help from Boy safely. Everyone has said this and not raised any objections. Whatever it is, could it have taken a step towards solving the problem? Let's follow the words of the brave men of the west and try our best to participate safely in the conference first.

"Oh, hey......"

"What is it? Mr. Christina."

"... pee"

…………

…………

Lorigon is not a good time at times like this.

Though I think we should head there soon because patience is not good for the body.

You just don't have to declare anything.

"... the toilet leaves this room, turns right, punches left"

…………

Lorrigon follows the voice of the soy sauce face and runs after the dining room saying he stood his seat.

We also had a paragraph to talk about, so it all went hand in hand with a toilet break.

◇ ◆ ◇

On the same day, we all debated over the power of the Immortal King. After lunch I was contacted that the Chara Man Brothers would visit and adjourn the meeting for a few days or so. He said he would conduct a thorough survey of venues and listeners for everything.

Thanks to this, I was able to sit back and turn my mind to future measures.

Discussing the whole day, however, did not come up with a very good proposal.

When I realized it was dark outside and the day was over.

There's no way you're letting Boy go back to Dragon City. So for a while, I decided to get into trouble at the castle in the Cherry Kingdom. When I asked Chara Man Brothers to bow his head, I got permission in two replies.

Lorigon had a salty face, but he never said this and raised his voice if he was afraid of the boy who gained the power of the Immortal King. On the contrary, it was the vertical roll that seemed happy. I'm sure it's a belly pack touring the capital of the Cherry Kingdom.

That's how the night passes and the next day.

We are once again surrounding a large table in a dining room for guests and face to face.

"Sorry early in the morning, but I'd like to start yesterday's continuation"

The MC progression is busamen.

Next to the right is the figure of the editor teacher.

By the way, next to the left is Lolivich.

Everyone else is sitting in a position of thought. Thanks to this, the table is lively. Also in the corner of the room, Gogol and Boy have a point-symmetrical positional relationship with each other. When you explained that the former preferred to sit on the floor, you could safely recommend the chair to the latter.

"I'll tell you what, wow, I didn't come up with a good idea to think of all night."

Vertical roll that lets you talk about it first.

Similar reports were then cited by other facets to follow her. In the course of yesterday, opinions have been coarsely enumerated, and everyone's expression is irreconcilable. I guess it's still hard to think about the night to the extent. Nothing came to mind again.

Thanks to face-to-face, the dining room became quiet early.

The total elimination of the draft to be considered prevents us from moving forward or backwards.

Something seems a little sorry.

"It's still not that easy to come up with a plan..."

Try to whine about not being poisonous or medicinal to mislead the uncomfortable.

Then a voice rose from right next door to respond to such soy sauce-faced words.

"… then again, there is no other way to confirm directly with the person"

I'm Dr. Editor.

Something like a ready look. I like the crisp look. Seen from the side, the teacher's face has 70% more Rin than usual. I still want to be aggressively reverse raped when I see it in these serious circumstances.

It just doesn't make sense what they say that way.

"That said, the party is already dead..."

"Use space-time magic"

"Space-time magic, is it?

"Uhm, space-time magic"

Doctor who turns to Busamen and makes him snort deeply.

Thanks to the 70% reduction in Rin.

Here comes a teacher who looks a little pompous.

"It's space-time magic!? Are you sure you can exercise this?

"Oh, my God, that's another interesting story."

Two conscious Odysamas ate on those dialogues of hers. He stares at Dr. Editor and makes his eyes sparkle. With the increase in journal professors, it seems today that the demonic nobility is gaining more momentum than ever before. To be honest, it's a little hot and bitter.

"It can be exercised in a limited manner by obtaining the aid of demonic props"

"Oh, my God, I didn't know there was going to be a day when I could live and meet the sorcerer..."

"This is not another old man's chest rattling."

From what I've heard this way, I feel a time machine vibe.

And in view of the reactions of the tense Odysamas as soon as possible, what to do with time seems like a very rare magic even in this world. If you left it alone because of it, it is likely that the demonic nobility and the professor of journals will grab the subject.

I can't afford to get caught up in their magic rigging.

Let me take the initiative and ask the teacher one thing from the soy sauce face here.

"Is that possible, can we go back in time?

"In short, that's the thing. Plus, we can go to the future."

"Oh my goodness..."

It is more than a secret drug of rejuvenation.

But the face of the teacher who speaks thus is sinister. Normally, Dr. Lorim Chimchi, a blonde who stretches her pussy chest to make sure she's good at it. Such an un-female behavior makes me feel a little anxious.

"I wonder why you didn't propose it during yesterday?

Question flew from vertical roll to teacher.

That also bothered Busamen.

"Using space-time magic to go back to the past is itself a very risky thing to do. If you do poorly, the world could collapse without waiting for the rampage of the power of the Immortal King. No, it may not be a raw thing like the collapse of the world."

"Hey, what's that? I wonder what that means?" "Even the Lord hesitates to exercise, is that how advanced magic is?" "The study of magic is accompanied by a rampage. Advanced technology will make the damage immeasurable."

Everyone raised their voice early in the arrow succession.

Dr. Editor answers this with some harshness.

"No, the exercise itself is fine"

"Then why are you reluctant?

"The future for us is always one. And at the same time, this becomes extremely uncertain. Even the time now is shifting because of the influence of the past. That's how appropriate the future is, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Well, I see what the teacher's trying to say.

I mean, that's it, see. If you used space-time magic to return to the Penny Empire of the past and stop Estelle from meeting Allen, you might be able to reset Lolibitch's anal experience. Perhaps I can revive the membrane of my heart. Isn't that what this is about?

"The past for us has the potential to change the future."

"That's the thing. Moreover, the more time we go back, the more pronounced the impact we will now have. Sometimes changes in some end-of-life events in the past lead to destructive acts that, in the distant future, are tantamount to destroying certain races."

We did it, you're damn right.

But with an example on its own, it's a disgusting story, but can Estelle, who so returned the rectal counter to zero, be truly a virgin after all? Can you say that you have regained the membrane of your heart? No, wait, then someone who is now a virgin, possibly not a virgin.

This is troublesome. The spirit of virginity is lost in the corridor of time.

"Hello, Mr. Editor. Also, have you ever been able to go back in time and change your future?

"... struggled to undo it"

"I see."

Is that membrane? Is that membrane? No, no, that's stupid.

Please, I believe you.

"I changed the shape of the map because of some final errors of judgment."

…………

Good, it wasn't a membrane.

Apparently the analogy story in this way came from the teacher's hands-on experience. Given that, I am also convinced that I hesitate to make a proposal. Shortly after I invented space-time magic, I gladly returned to the past, Doctor. Then I notice a mistake and I see a tear in my eyes.

I'm sure you worked hard, hee hee, and cleaned it up.

The doctor's hymen was really good with the natural stuff.

"But now is not the time to hesitate. We thought we should check as soon as possible in order to reduce the impact on the world. If you don't mind, I'm going to give it a try after this."

"If that's the case, will you go back to Dragon City once?

"Uhm, right..."

The teacher nodded at the suggestion of a soy sauce face.

Then it was Lorigon who raised his voice without being able to tolerate his hair.

'Oh, okay, then we'll be right there!? I'm gonna put you on my back!

Looks very happy.

How much I wanted to go back to Dragon City.

◇ ◆ ◇

By taking care of Dr. Editor's space magic, we returned from Anus, the capital of the Cherry Kingdom, to Dragon City, located in the Penny Empire, without taking the time to busy. It is an unlikely super express if it is.

Thanks to this, the Roligon, which didn't turn up, is peeling.

Just in case, tell Chara Man Brothers to leave the capital, Anus, for about two or three days before leaving. In the event of a rescheduling of the meeting, the calculation is based on magic communication and having Trichris put in contact.

And as soon as we got home, we gathered in the reception room at the mayor's house.

In addition to the faces that were visiting the Cherry Kingdom in search of soy sauce faces, there are also residual figures such as Gong, Neumann and Shota dick. I apologize and thank you for your sudden absence.

I should have reported everything else if I had done so. However, the other few days will depend on your desire to stay with our circumstances in order to make sure Bo's participation in the meeting is definitive. I'm sorry I haven't been busy every time.

Thanks to this, the spacious reception room, if it is meant to be, also feels a lot narrower.

"Is that the magic tool to use space-time magic?

"Um, yeah"

A dozen square meters is a reception room, but it's rather small because people are packing a lot. So the sofa set retreats outside the room for an ops meeting while we all stand. Standing in the middle of it is a teacher with some strange tools in his hand. Busamen on the front.

Other faces stand to surround those two.

The only exception is Gogol. I don't go into the room all day on the boulder, floating out the window, watching this one. A somewhat dissatisfied face is a development that gives a sense of the harshness of this evening's story.

By the way, Mr. Bird is asking you, boy. It is a hug.

"So it's quick, but let me explain how to use this guy"

What the teacher is holding is a tool reminiscent of a pocket watch. In a metal and round case, there is also a chain with a metallic gloss. The teacher's small hands make him feel a little too big to grip with one hand.

"You're so small."

"It would be tough if it broke on the move. I made it as small as possible so that it wouldn't be too hassle-free to travel, and then I made it consciously so that it wouldn't go unnoticed. I had a hard time miniaturizing this far, starting with a prototype that actually works"

"I see."

It would be tough if it did break on the go.

I can imagine a rather desperate situation if we went to a distant future.

"So, how much magic does it take to get started? Is there only one subject? In the first place, in space-time magic, can it have something to do with the time you can travel and the consumption of magic? Or some other underlying theory..."

The demonic aristocrats suck and watch about the teacher.

If anyone doesn't know what's going on, it's definitely gonna look like a Loricon Hobbyist Rape Demon.

"The amount of magic required to start the magic is proportional to the increase or decrease in the target. On the other hand, there is no correlation for the time traveled. To go to the past, to the future, whether it's a day or a year, the magic you need is not very different."

"Oh, my God, that's fantastic!

"Big deal."

Odysamas staring at Dr. Editor in a very impressive way.

I feel a little better about this and the teacher keeps explaining.

"However, it takes a lot of magic to activate this. At least I'm the best at letting myself come and go. But if this guy has about two or three others, there's nothing he can't seem to carry."

I guess this guy is pointing to the soy sauce face.

"I see..."

"Again, is it not so easy to operate"

Odysamas who, thanks to hitting and changing, make an unfortunate look. The shriveling appearance is strangely cute. I regret it. When one of the cases of the Immortal King finally settled, I guess we were thinking of letting ourselves use it.

To them like that, Dr. Editor continued with a niggling and good grin.

"So I used an extremely pure demonic stone, meticulously crafted to retain magic power inside. Even if the user lacks magic, it is not impossible to use it if the magic stone can be filled with magic with some kind of hand."

"Oh, oh... how wonderful"

"It's a spirit of making things in love."

…………

I don't have half the yoisho to Dr. Editor from earlier.

The person in charge also has a less than full look.

Thanks to you, in the corner of the room, the Lorigon is looking grumpy. I'm sure he's a competitor accredited on his own about the teacher. Even on his return home to Dragon City, he has been so deprived of his turn that he must not be at peace in his heart.

The teacher, on the other hand, does not seem to have noticed her like that, and joyfully continues to explain the tools.

"The contents are made in this way, very different from the clock"

In the teacher's hand, the case lid opened pakan.

As explained, what you see is a needle and scale line reminiscent of an analog clock. However, the needles have four different thicknesses and lengths, all stationary. Unlike watches known to themselves, the scale is provided with four lines of carving to accommodate each needle.

"Use this needle to determine the time you want to travel. It's a thin needle to a circle in turn, a month, a year, a hundred years, a thousand years of salt plums. And if you want to go to the future, turn the needle to the right, if you want to go to the past, turn the needle to the left to determine the instructions"

"Does that mean you can only travel a little over a thousand years at a time?

"You'd be anxious to be able to move around for a very long time at a time, wouldn't you? If the moveable period had been affected by magic, such a gimmick would not have been necessary, but at least in this magic prop principle, we could go anywhere with a certain amount of magic."

"That could be true..."

I think they said something even more horrible now.

It's a universe for the Earth. It's a story that makes your spine cold, thinking about it in a modern way that you've been duty-educated in that hand. I feel such a dangerous sign, like a step ahead of fantasy and SF starting a fight. Stoppers will be mandatory, as the teacher said.

"How far did your lord go, by the way? I don't care about the past or the future."

"Even if you are the other person, I can tell you."

Too bad.

"No, that would be the right way to be a demonic seeker. Extreming the magic is tantamount to that, that is, obtaining the truth of the world. If you touch one of those scales, it's worth getting there with your own hands."

"Are you serious about being out of your sight? I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Whatever you say"

The shortest needle goes around for a month. With that in mind, the resolution of the scale doesn't seem that high. Is it because no strict clock exists, or because you can't specify the destination in so much detail? I don't know why, but, well, let's understand that's the thing.

"When you set it wrong, align all the needles to the vertex and press the button next to it"

The cock and creepy sound rang as the teacher's fingers pressed the button.

Take it away and nothing happens. Still, I'm sure internally, some mechanism is acting. From a human accustomed to the digital display of LCD screens, it is a mechanism that does not cause anxiety as to whether it has really been reset.

It's just that, if you think of it, machines a long time ago in Japan were like this.

"And when you're ready to move, press the button over here"

What the teacher points to is a button provided at the top of the round enclosure.

My fingers won't move this time.

Instead, Ji, send Busamen a gaze.

"... could you put some magic into it? Fly to the past with you and me"

"Understood."

Somehow I assumed. Even the quota that was told this way would be no difficulty. Too much packing, and it would be tough if things went wrong or something. I think it's important that we can afford this, buffers, margins, that sort of thing.

Receive a pocket watch from the editor.

It's surprisingly snug and weighs more than it looks.

"About the other one, can't we take him with us?" "Professor Journal, isn't it a good idea to say you can't?" "So, it's a little careless for two men and a woman to travel alone," "Your husband was right!

Vertical roll with two curious odyssamas as always.

As for Kimoronge, I want you to stop synergizing with anything. You're feeling a little disgusted by what you're saying.

"Wow, we should be patient. Wow! You're not going to see anything, are you? In the past, you talk to the immortal king, right? If you had a foot job like ours, you'd see both of us struggling!

Estelle said something nice.

But he said that his gaze was nowhere and he went with him.

I also helped with those backgrounds, and the teacher gave me an apology.

"I'm sorry, but this time the other guy is the other guy. I want you two to go."

"I'm sorry I seem to be enjoying this only"

In the meantime, I also apologized for the soy sauce face.

By the way, how can I magic this?

I don't like it if you treat me badly and break it.

"Mr. Editor, how am I supposed to handle magic this time?

"It's the same procedure as mana potion. Nevertheless, you have a lot of magic. Don't try to take a breath, just do it slowly. If you do poorly, the demon stone cracks. If the bar-shaped scale on the back replaces all the blue colors, it's full."

"I see."

When I checked the back side, it had a scale like a mercury thermometer.

While confirming this, let me use magic as instructed.

Take it away. No action will be necessary.

An infusion with a subject in both hands while adding makoro. Then, along with the feeling of something falling out of the inside of the body, the scale reminiscent of the thermometer gradually changes color from the corner. It could be kind of fun.

Until everything turns blue, is it a matter of seconds in time?

I would definitely like to infuse my teacher's pompous with soy sauce-faced sauce like this one day.

"Um, that'll be fine"

Stop the injection according to the doctor's words.

I'm glad the demon stone and the dots didn't crack.

"When the scale is full, even the three of us can go back and forth sparingly. One person can travel several more times. However, it is not technically possible to consider up to three people in any given case, as there are various things to consider, such as the size of the subject."

"I see."

"I can't hold this up to a full breath. There is nothing you won't be able to do if you take the time, but it is difficult to deal with it if you need it suddenly. So this is your journey. I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help at the end of the day."

"Of course it is. Because it's a problem I brought in in the first place."

"Thanks. Very helpful"

When that happens, I'm still a little scared to travel in large numbers.

Feels like an elevator stuffed with cucumbers.

If you were as small as Mr. Bird, though I wouldn't mind with you.

"Then I'm sorry, but the others just stay away"

As instructed by Dr. Editor, everyone stands in the middle of the room at a distance from us. Head to the wall of the reception room and retreat. Like I said reluctantly, Gogol scatters in three directions, except on the side of the window where he stands.

There was only one of them, and vice versa, who approached us.

'... hey, I'm coming too'

It is a lorigon.

"Don't you not like the Immortal King?

'That's dangerous. I'll go with you. "

…………

You look like you've decided to be ready somewhere.

It is a suggestion to pin the tail out of tension, as opposed to the two Ojisamas or vertical rolls who saw something scary. Thanks to you, Busamen are happy. Because she's the one who heard the immortal king's word and freaked out for a long time.

You would have guessed inside of her like that, the teacher made her snort.

"... ok"

'All right, yes, let's go!

"No, wait a minute. We have to set the way to go."

"Guru, hurry up, hurry up"

Lorigon rushing the editor teacher with his piss piss and nose. I'm sure you're inspiring your own mind so you don't blunt your resolve. As strange as ever, it is a human smelling dragon.

Beside her, the editor messes with the pocket watch in her hand.

Move the needle with the rattlesnake.

The second thinnest needle out of the four moved only a few scales counterclockwise. If I followed the explanation earlier, would it be for a period of about three or four months? before the demon king is resurrected. Thanks to this, the world will be somewhat calmer than it is now.

"I set it up. Now we can go."

"Ha, hurry up!

"Please, thank you"

Confirming the condition of the two companions moves the teacher's fingertips.

The index finger was placed on the button on the pocket watch.

"Okay, I'm coming"

"Oh, come on, be careful! I'm hoping for a nice souvenir, huh?" "Non wanted to go with me, too." "I wouldn't mind as much as checking the magic power on activation. The professor should help, too." "I apologize for the inconvenience." "Your maid will always be looking forward to your return."

Warm drop-off voices from all of us.

Shortly after this as an ear, the cock and dry sound echo into the reception room.

At the same time, the vision of the soy sauce face dimmed in an instant.