Atelier Tanaka

In conclusion, the presumption of a soy sauce face was correct.

When I went back to the reception room at the mayor's house again, there was a figure of everyone there, who was no different from when I left. Without lacking anyone as one, he welcomed us again, even further in line. My stomach is not getting bigger or my skin color has changed.

I almost burst into tears over that fact.

"You look so tired."

"Yeah, well, there's a lot going on."

With us in sight, the vertical roll turns a surprising glance.

Try them, it'll be only a few moments. Must have disappeared painfully and appeared painfully again. In the meantime, however, it was a quest while we went that way, this way, and the liver cooled. I'm not even half tired because of it.

Moreover, the original purpose has remained unsatisfactory.

"So, uh, how was it?

Estelle asking with a worried look.

That eye hurts my chest.

"Excuse me. Unfortunately, I didn't get a strong hand in checking with you personally. Apparently, for the Immortal Kings of our predecessors, the strength of the Immortal Kings of our time was never a bad thing, and we decided that denying it would also lead to an intensification of our relationship."

"Ah... that, oh, I'm sorry. All of a sudden I hear it..."

"No, it's outrageous"

"But..."

You care about such a busament, Estelle.

What do you do when you look at it and it's sexually overflowing with love? Though the future did not change as a result, the heart of the soy sauce face has changed slightly. Besides, this is a change that will never be covered, no matter how repetitive space-time magic is.

"There's still plenty of respite to think of an alternative way. It's okay."

"You do that, and you're always positive. I have to apprentice, too."

"No, I haven't, compared to Mr. Estelle."

"Oh, no, no!

…………

On the other hand, the lolligon with the look of sorry is adorable at any rate.

Unexpectedly, I want to comfort you.

In a sexual sense.

I would have seen such a series of exchanges, voices raised from the corners of the room.

"I'm so sorry I kept taking care of you. Count Tanaka."

The Lord of the Voice even has a boy.

I was just walking out of here for a few steps, and I heard from you. The expression is far from the serene she glimpsed in school life, and is still melancholy. I just know who I normally am, and it makes me feel like this one I'm looking at was there.

"Because I was shallow, it became this important. With Count Tanaka at the helm, I did something I'm really sorry for everyone. If this happens, we shall also set up a tower in the country and hang there. It'll be enough to go outside when things happen."

"Boy, it's still too soon to give up"

"But that raises it for the moment. Even this kind of power is enough to protect our country. In the meantime, all we have to do is strengthen our national power and raise our country and our people by the time my presence is unnecessary. If you see this, I will also connect the power of the Immortal King to the next generation."

"Wouldn't that save you, boy?"

"That's not true, Count Tanaka."

"How can you say it is?

"Protect the country and the people with your own hands. As royalty, there will be no greater righteousness"

…………

She's still a good girl to say.

I also want to ask the Royal Bitch to raise it.

I mean, that princess, where is she now?

I'm a little scared because I haven't seen it here. Mercedes is with me, so I don't think there's much more to it, but those two are extremely anxious because the balance of power changes all the time. Besides, it's all gone awry.

"Boy, I just want to try a few more things. Give me some time."

"I don't want to bother them any more."

"Because of this, you've been in our town, so why don't you dip in the hot springs for a while and take your time. If I caged you in the tower, you wouldn't even be taking a bath, would you? The hot springs here are fantastic."

I noticed it after I said it.

If Fong is immersed in a hot spring in Dragon City, it's bound to be damaging.

'Cause it's got a heeled bathing agent in it.

I need to get a bath that doesn't contain bathing detergent for Fang Ma.

"... Count Tanaka, I cannot prepare anything in return for your favor"

"I don't mind. It is in our interest to help you. Indeed, from the point of view of a person's life expectancy, your words are correct. But some of my friends and acquaintances have to live the future with the next immortal king."

I don't know how long I'll live in the future, such as Dr. Lorigon or Dr. Editor. Gogol and Kimoronge won't fit in the span of decades either. In some cases, it's suspicious to be around a magical nobleman or a journal professor.

"It is in no more interest to hit that response here with a contemporary Immortal King, Boy Ma, who is extremely convenient to us. So please, why don't you go out with our selfishness?

…………

"What do you think?

"You're a good man."

"There is no such extermination. I'm just being selfish."

"... thanks. Thank you for your concern."

You smile softly and say thank you, boy.

Somehow, his flashy standing behavior goes hand in hand with his boyish face, and he accidentally wants to make a fierce offense from the back. Makes me want to say hi. The gap between the two is absolutely adorable in everyday life and on the bed.

Besides, yesterday she is the bearer of power and toughness that rivals the Demon King. If that bothered you once, you must be forced to assemble your opponent into Sage mode after World War I, World War III and one-sided reverse rape are waiting for you. Seriously, I want to be imprisoned.

But she is unfortunately royal. It doesn't translate to inflating Estelle's stomach. Given Dragon City's standing yesterday, a world war could begin involving the surrounding countries. It's not King Chara's word, but let's just keep it to look at rape.

"Having said that, what exactly are we going to do now?

"Right......"

With the topic away from Fong, the reminder came in from the vertical roll.

This kid likes to rush to conclusions, doesn't he? I'm sure you don't like being free. That's how I feel alive and in a hurry, and I don't surprisingly hate it.

Busamen are just a little tired. It's called tiredness.

"For another night or so, may I have some time to think about it? In fact, I used space-time magic about six times this, and it put a lot of strain on Christina and the editor. I hope you get a little respite."

"Oh, really? I wish I could just disappear and look like I just showed up."

"We'll meet again at the same time tomorrow"

The feeling is that the jet lag on the plane may be close.

◇ ◆ ◇

Busamen, after the reception room, lay down in their own beds.

I thought about taking a light nap to refresh my mood.

However, I should be mentally tired, but I can hardly come to drowsiness. Even more so, I start to think of it as this, and it keeps me away from sleep. It's Estelle's potato belly that passes behind her brain first.

…………

I don't know, like, I feel guilty or something.

I didn't take it away and do anything wrong. Busamene, who was at least a party, is separate from Busamene, who knows for himself. It's just that there's no stopping me when I start thinking about maybe a few more ways to do things like that.

Thanks to this, the sleeper is instantly distant and feathers holding a stuffy one.

Then the door was knocked to encourage the awakening of such a soy sauce face.

Concon, modest sounds echo in the living room.

"Yes, yes, which is it?"

Get yourself out of bed and open the door.

What an Estelle you were standing in the hallway.

It's the right time.

"What's wrong with this, Mr. Estelle?

"Shh, can I talk to you for a second?

"Yeah, go ahead. Why don't you come in and talk to him?"

"Thanks"

Encourage your opponent indoors and close the door behind you.

Hit the edge of the bed yourself and recommend the desk chair provided by the side of the sleeping table to the target. I'm sorry about the boulders, like offering you the warmth of a middle-aged sleeping sheet over your skirt. Even the same middle-aged people feel uncomfortable.

"Can I get you something to drink..."

"I'm just resting, I'm sorry. It'll be over soon."

"Really?

If that's the case, and I turn to Estelle again.

Because I've seen a strange future, my consciousness is really going to go to my stomach. Maybe now this moment also makes me think that there is a new life in that stomach or something like that.

"Yes, I was curious about that look."

"Yes?"

"You saw me in the reception room earlier, and you looked difficult."

"... I see"

Apparently, it was on his face.

Besides, I didn't hesitate to look at her stomach or anything earlier.

I still see it as a flicker.

"If my presence or standing behavior seems to be bothering you, I have to get it right. So why don't you let me check? But even you're busy, so I don't think you can put any more strain on your body or mind."

This was another unexpected story.

Worried about that, you come all the way to the room, it's like you're getting handsome. I just thought this kind of puberty talk, future immortality for Busamen, wouldn't happen. And it's just the two of us in our own room.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry"

"You have nothing to worry about. Something I care about on my own."

"... no, indeed I was looking at you"

"Huh..."

Your face, which had been crisp since shortly after you visited the room, moved pickly.

Are you nervous, your mouth is shaking with a pull.

"While I was in the past, I was helped by you. That was Estelle who has been walking through a slightly different past again than Estelle, who is now talking to me in this way. I remember that time, I was looking at you."

"What is it about me, not me?

"Do you remember what Mr. Editor said? Everything, time, they say, has only one thing, now, ever, ever, ever. And now, in the future, it's easy to change in the wake of old events."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Because of the events of the end, I have changed now. We came back to the reception room unaware of this, where we met Estelle, who had just changed the way we knew."

"You're kind of afraid to ask more than that."

"I'm afraid to talk too"

"... is there something scary about you?

"That's all I'm afraid of anymore."

I won't bother telling you any more.

'Cause nobody gets it.

Even myself, Estelle.

"It turned out to be a lot of things, and I was very helpful."

"Did I really do that for you?

"Thanks to this, I came back to the reception room where I was."

…………

Let's get this over with.

That's what I thought, and Estelle's expression changed unexpectedly. It turned out to be a crisp face, like something I had decided to do. If I thought so, I opened my mouth by staring directly into the eyes of my soy sauce face.

"I heard from that elf when."

"... from the editor, is it?

"If the day has come for you to tell me stories about me, not me, just a little bit then, be honest with yourself. I was in a terrible hurry to talk about something I didn't understand."

…………

I wonder when she said it might not be the time of the past when we returned.

This is what happened when the teacher headed to Estelle's stop by herself.

I am the editor teacher who thought so much about Estelle. Maybe, but the teacher must have been a teacher and rubbing his mind on this one. You must have felt pity for Estelle.

"Could that have been before I received the title?

"Yeah, that's about it."

Is that why you made such a manoeuvre to compel judgment against Busamen at this moment, not in the past? At the same time, while we were panicking about our encounter with Gong, I guess we were having a good conversation with Estelle about something like what we just heard.

The past has not changed.

Assuming it changes, it is the future that will continue now.

I guess that also changes at this moment, depending on your own will.

"I've spent so much time today that I finally understand the meaning of her words."

"That's what happened..."

A teacher is usually a hedgehog, but occasionally this is how he cheats.

And it feels like you're poking at the void unexpectedly.

What a pity for Busamen who made a random mistake and rerouted to Shota dick hell from an unexpected encounter with Gon on the other hand. Is that why I couldn't let my teacher's fondness for Estelle go down, and if I realized it, Busamen kept his mouth open.

"By the way, Mr. Estelle, you had your previous memories back."

"... Huh?

"I received the title before Estelle lost her memory."

"Huh..."

Speaking of well-known facts, you're right.

Perhaps Estelle herself also thinks so. Still, however, I felt it made sense to point it out again. Though there are many things to think about, led by the burden on Allen.

And as it turned out, she showed it breathlessly from surprise.

Apparently, he was answering unconsciously.

"I remember being particularly cordial with Mr. Editor and Mr. Sophia. I may have lost a lot of memories, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd be very happy to keep you company."

…………

"Of course, Mr. Estelle, who had lost his memory, is also nothing short of Mr. Estelle. If your experience in the meantime is something that bothers you with your distance from your surroundings, I'm not going to force you. I just don't think you want me to feel the draw there."

"... you've annoyed me a lot."

"That's the same for me. You're always annoying me."

…………

"What's wrong?

"I've done terrible things to you twice. And yet I can't believe I didn't have everything. 'Cause that's not too glamorous. So please don't spoil me too much."

"I don't mean to be taking it away and spoiling it..."

"I'm happy enough. This is how we can still sleep together under the same roof as you. If I could just stare at you from afar, I'd feel happy enough. He just talks to me like this from time to time, because it's already comfortable going up in heaven"

…………

All of a sudden, it's the same.

This slightly sickly feeling probably developed into an outrage in the case of the Demon King until he grabbed the Virgin. Now it seems like an understatement, but I don't feel like I'm getting a build-up of things that aren't good on the back.

"So sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me."

Estelle turns her heels back so she can escape the room.

Let Busamen tell her that.

"Ask him again for a room, if you like"

"Huh..."

I could see Pickle and his shoulder trembling.

The walk that continues stops.

I just don't look back on this one.

Words are returned in such a way as fear.

"... ho, really, is that okay?

"Rather, if Mr. Estelle doesn't like it, though,"

…………

A few seconds in time.

A silent time that feels slightly longer.

Slightly, words are returned over the back.

"... thanks. I'm so glad you said that."

No, there's no annihilation.

As always, I remain facing the side of the hallway, so I'm not sure what look she's wearing. It just seemed like tension was lost from my voice compared to previous conversations. If it comes from tranquillity, as long as it pleases me as a busament.

"Well, then, and excuse me!

The door closes with a pattan and a noise.

Footsteps running down the hallway step by step through the doorway.

In that quiet room, the virgin noticed.

…………

When I talk to Estelle properly, I get heartbroken from all kinds of emotions, such as feeling guilty or grateful. I still get bored with this. On the other hand, I don't even have emotional feelings about the shota dick who has done something similar, what am I supposed to do?

I'm sorry, Shota dick.

Looking at the bird sleeping easily on the couch, I thought that.

◇ ◆ ◇

The next day, the faces of Dragon City gathered in the reception room of the mayor's house.

Face-to-face is no different than yesterday.

Indoor furniture also remains brought out into the hallway.

"So what are we going to do today? Did you come up with any good ideas?

Just entertain me, the vertical roll tells me all the complaining. Next door, Kimoronge's face looks great, and he stares at Busamen from the glance of just telling him to start explaining.

Fine, let me show you the plan I came up with last night.

"One, I have a suggestion"

When the soy sauce face opened its mouth, everyone's gaze gathered here simultaneously.

Estelle, Sophia, Dr. Editor, Lorigon, Gogol, Gon, Mr. Neumann, Vertical Roll, Kimorongue, Demonic Nobility, Professor Journal, Warrior of the West, Boy, Maid of Boy.

Because of its high population density, the room feels cramped on boulders.

By the way, Mr. Bird has a beloved maid holding him in his chest.

I hope to stain her smell thoroughly before she comes back.

Maybe it stinks a little.

"As you all know, the power of the Immortal King is a very powerful thing. And what is at its root will be in the eternal years, when the title of Immortal King has been overlapped. On the other hand, if we don't deal with this, we'll look blue anyway."

I've had more chances to talk to you in front of everyone lately.

The first thing I miss is the application for presentations. No, I don't say luxury that I want a computer, etc. If it's at least an overhead projector, I'll be able to explain it to you more efficiently.

If it's the latter, I don't think there's anything in this world that I can't make. If only there was a lens and a light source, it would have been made with a relatively simple mechanism. Wouldn't it be easy to make it work without electricity today, when the light can magically light up?

"But having said that, I don't think we will continue to be inferior to the power of the Immortal King for ever. So it's a very eloquent proposal, but how about going to the future Dragon City about a hundred years from now and getting help there?

"Borrowing knowledge from us in the future."

"Yeah, you know what?"

"We already see the power of the Immortal King as a problem at this point. There is no hand in not relying on this, because we live in the same times as the good people, such as Mr. Farren and Professor Journal, headed by Mr. Editor."

"That's quite an exciting story."

"But Professor Journal, I am also afraid"

Having spoken the name, the two Odysamas reacted.

By the way, professor, how long are you going to be with us?

Is it okay to run a school city or something?

"What, are you not confident in yourself?

"That's not why..."

Busamen's destiny is Dr. Editor. Their names are mentioned in the next point.

He's the type of virgin who doesn't want to see the future landscape or anything, just like a demonic nobleman himself again. I'm not busy anyway. And knowing something extra, you're going to lose your energy to live tomorrow, your guts, that sort of thing.

However, no other good proposal came to mind, so it is up to me to make a suggestion. The centenary period is also an interval that takes into account such fears. If you look at the very near future, it doesn't look like much damage when something happens.

"What do you think?

"... the future"

The face of the editor who answers is soggy.

I guess not.

Yesterday as well, I just got hurt by space-time magic.

"Should I still stop traveling any longer?

"No, I don't have any other ideas. Let's just do it."

"Suggest it from yourself. What is it, but I never consider it impossible? If the editor seems anxious, please stop. I'm going to understand that magical horror again."

"Nothing starts when you're afraid. You should try."

"Thank you"

Although I showed a slightly distressing bare gesture, I was able to get my consent.

Two magical lovers, Ojisama, become softened as soon as possible.

"If that's the case, I'd be interested in it again, too." "I'm not an old-fashioned, short body. I'd love to say it with you." "Professor Journal, isn't that a little cheating?" "The world is a victory for the Gone." "Gu Gu..."

It turns a craving eye on us.

However, the teacher's pocket watch has a limited number of people.

"I'm sorry, but this time I want to go with this person. As a matter of fact, I've never moved to the future either. What's more, moving forward over a period of 100 years is the beginning. I therefore want to go with those who have a good understanding of the effects of space-time magic."

"If you say so, you can't say anything more to a boulder."

Too bad.

If you're going with me busamentically, I'd rather be a teacher than a Beard Oyazi.

Whatever you think, the blonde Lolim Chimchi tribe is the best.

'... hey'

"Come here a little more. You won't get the magic team, will you?

…………

Lorigon who follows the teacher's words and honestly walks up to us.

No heart or tail swinging pretentiously.

Selected members were determined to do so. It is the same threesome as yesterday. Except for Boy, who inherited the title of Immortal King, he would be no more elite in the Dragon City neighborhood. No, wait a minute. Speaking of which, it was like he was wearing a goblin with the title of king.

Well, no, let's not worry about it now.

"All right, then let's go!

A teacher took a pocket watch out of his pocket by way of example.

Apparently I had it with me.

Other faces watching this, on the other hand, walked towards the wall of the room in order to free up the space needed to exercise magic. While all of these people are watching, the teacher opens the lid of the enclosure and begins to make a scale.

"... All right"

"Please"

As the soy sauce face nodded, the teacher's hands stretched to the buttons on the pocket watch.

Consciousness turns to one's feet at a time.

Eventually, kachin.

The touching hard sound of metal echoed.

After a few moments, a magic formation emerges.

This was a similar event to the time.

"Fu cu!

"Huh!?

The bird flew in unexpectedly.

Take it off Sophia's cuddle and head straight for her soy sauce face. At our feet, on the other hand, the magic formation immediately after activation shines brilliantly. In a hurry for the lights, Busamen greets his partner with his arms spread out aggressively.

"Huh."

"It's a bird..."

Busamen's words did not speak to the end.

Feel the weight of a soggy bird on your arm, while at the same time making your feet feel unstoppable. Furthermore, the vision is dimmed and the brightness I have felt so far is lost. I also lost sight of Mr. Bird. It is that same is true of one's own body.

Only the warmth you feel over the fabric of your clothes and over the feathers is everything about Mr. Bird.

Apparently, he got caught up in the teacher's magic.

"Huh!?

"It's okay. I'll be right back."

Immediately after he spoke, the surrounding view regained color.

The floor rebellion returns on the back of my leg again.

It was us who normally used magic in the reception room from the flow of the field. Shortly after I moved, I felt like I had, but as far as I can see from this view, apparently Dragon City still exists a hundred years later, and the reception room is active again.

Something made my chest warm with a little joy.

The bird, who almost panicked, also regained some calm with the return of the surrounding view. However, you have wondered what's going on indoors that just changed the landscape a little bit, looking over there, looking over here, leaning your neck.

He would have seen the faces that stood before him as if they had disappeared neglectfully.

There's no one else indoors but us.

"Huh? Huh? '

"Have you gotten involved?"

"Excuse me. I just wasn't sure..."

"No, they're demons. This can't be helped."

"Guru..."

Staring at Mr. Bird, Lorrigon's throat sounds in a bad mood.

Could it be jealous? Such an idiot.

"Once, back in the modern age?

"Apparently Dragon City is still alive a hundred years from now. At this rate, wouldn't it be a good idea to check the situation? I'm just going to go talk to the future editor."

"Okay. Then let's keep going."

The investigation continues with the consent of Dr. Editor.

The two consciousnesses head through the door to the hallway.

In our footsteps, Lorigon waited.

'... oh, hey'

"What's wrong?

"Something smells weird."

"Is that a weird smell?

"Didn't you fart?

"Chi, no! He's not here. Come here. Come here.

"Then what..."

Teacher looking out the window to see the view while gently stirring up the lorigon.

The look froze to see what was going on outdoors.

…………

"What's wrong? Editor."

"... a zombie. Zo, there's a zombie!

"Huh?"

The soy sauce face also moves again and peeks out the window.

Lorrigon learns to do this and runs off with Tata.

Then what happened, as the teacher did say, there was a zombie figure outdoors. Neither is that the whole thing or two. Dozens of zombies walking to and from Dragon City in a relaxed motion.

"Editor, this is..."

…………

The boulder teacher doesn't seem to expect this either.

You looked me in the eye and stared at the zombies crossing the street.