Atelier Tanaka

After a rubbed rub, we returned to modern Dragon City.

The journey is spatial magic from space-time magic by Dr. Editor.

When I went back to the reception room of the mayor's house again, there were no different faces waiting in the same line as when I left. At least at this point in time, I don't see any impact on sending Mr. Bird in the past.

"I'm back now"

"As always, you disappear and you show up soon."

While it was the magic formations that appeared, the vertical roll groaned somewhere grumpy, looking at the plain magic that did not scatter sparks in the course or process. As far as I'm concerned, I guess this is uninteresting magic.

I want her to change her future one day too and enjoy how she panics a lot.

"And from the side, perhaps, you see it quietly."

"Um, you came back while we were talking a little bit"

"That's all a good magic trick."

On the other hand, two magical nobles and a journal professor stare intriguingly at a pocket watch lowered from the teacher's neck. It kind of feels like the teacher is being visually raped by them and the virginity mentality placed between eros and jealousy is a little unstable.

"Hey, hey, I wonder what that outfit means!?

I thought so. Estelle barked.

Those eyes stare at the lorigon that stood next to his soy sauce face.

The reason is because she dresses naked as a cloak.

He is the mayor of our town, whose clothes flew a thousand pieces of wood dust thanks to the appearance of the dragon without any previous support. It is a fact that although I was rushed to weave a soy sauce-faced cape until I moved to the reception room by space magic, it has come out all sorts of things.

I think Busamen should have three cups of dinner this evening.

"I got caught up in a little commotion, and I lost my clothes."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. You okay?

"Naturally! No big deal at all! I could afford it!

Even if he sees a lorigon called a cloak naked, Gong, who doesn't show as if he wanted to, has to say he doesn't have eyes for a woman. This one says he's currently struggling with positioning in the advanced system.

If Mercedes had been present, she would surely have been pleased to drown in covetousness.

"Fine, but if you can do it, I want us to use it."

"Thank you for your concern"

As always, it is a dependable Knights Commander.

There's also the convenience of limiting the number of people this time around, and I guess I'm just sorry.

That's how I do it, now there's a voice of doubt from Boy.

"By the way, Count Tanaka, what happened to that round subpoena? As you may have noticed, the Summoner is involved when you activate space-time magic and manoeuvres. What if I got caught up in magic and I got flown everywhere?

"It's okay, I know exactly what it is"

"I hope so, but if I don't see him, I'll be worried."

"We had a situation with him, and we broke up in the world of the past"

"Oh, really? I think I've been very close to you..."

Let me tell you how surprised I am, little boy.

I'd be happy if you cared about Mr. Bird at all.

"I'd like to hurry to make sure in that relationship, but don't you hear about something troublesome, problematic, or annoying about Phoenix, around you or in your old stories? If you know anything, I'd like to ask you as much as I can."

Now it's quite the town mayor's house today with the world's leading intellectuals. If it means that they don't know, can we assume that Mr. Bird's return was unharmed? I think so.

Also, even if the problem is discovered later, in the worst case scenario, it is possible to solve it if we turn him to the past for recovery.

In that sense, if you could borrow a pocket watch from an editor teacher, or use your skill points to master space-time magic, it would be possible to go and play under Mr. Bird on a regular basis.

"You don't listen to me like that."

"Um, I don't either."

"Gueros, what about you?

"Phoenix is only curious, but the roots are cowardly creatures. With creatures living in the depths of the Dark Continent, it will rarely come down to people. At least as far as I know, I don't hear that bird meet us on this continent."

"I see."

I just got a testimony from Professor Journal and the demonic nobility, plus Kimorongue, and I feel like a load of shoulders fell off. If anything were to go wrong, it would be a soy sauce face that would soon be calculated to go back to the past.

When I turned my gaze to Dr. Editor, I got a cockle and a snort.

I have a feeling I have cleared the teacher's check safely.

"How about the matter of Count Tanaka, me and Boy, by the way?

Just take a few steps forward, said the smaller maid.

In inquiring, it seems to me that he cares about his master, as he makes him call him Bo Ma, not the Immortal King. I'm sure sexual roots are good. It's just that I've been struggling with my life for a little while, so I'm weak on power. Temper soon.

"I'm sorry about that, but we didn't have any significant information about the future either."

"Oh, really..."

"I'm sorry it's in a way that makes you expect it halfway"

Let's keep our mouths shut around where the teacher and the soy sauce face are going, or where Bo Ma is going. The future we have seen is not necessarily the future to follow. More importantly, he is willing to avoid it. Even if we let everyone know here, we're just imposing unnecessary burdens.

Above all, except where we are, the future of Dragon City is an idle one.

"No, you will not apologize. Count Tanaka."

"It hurts to care."

In haste to tell you is the undead Dragon City.

Is that calm slow life?

"Even in the future a hundred years from now, unfortunately, we were not able to contain Fang's power. However, this town is doing as well as ever. You were all living high undead and thoughtfully."

"Oh, come on, is that true?

In response to the words of soy sauce face, Gong is the one who blues her complexion.

From my previous position as an adventurer, I guess I have no less resistance to the word undead. Maybe they imagine vivid undead, like zombies, gools, skeletons. So did Busamen.

On the other hand, it is the Demonic Nobility and Professor Journal who show their satisfaction.

"In some circumstances, I didn't even imagine such a future"

"Depending on how long you've lived, you might want to give it a point."

I'm sure the sight they're both looking at is something else.

However, such exchanges were also delayed by the words of the continuing Lorigon.

"No, you can't!? You can never have that future!

"I wonder why? When it comes to the high undead, the princess of the Nipple Kingdom here is nothing like it. As far as I can see, it doesn't seem that bad."

"If he dies!?

"Hey, I wonder what that means!?

Lorigon who also shouts roughly and shows off his tone.

But that's not true.

There shouldn't have been that much connection between the death of a soy sauce face or an editor teacher and the turning of Dragon City into an undead city. I think it's possible for both of us to live forever without at least challenging our predecessors, the Immortal King.

"Mayor, I'm sorry, but could you elaborate a little more?" "Isn't that calm on boulders?" "Uh-huh. What the hell have you seen in the future?" "I wonder if the way you put it now, only those two will die?" "Come on, I want you to tell me what you've seen!

The reception room became busy as soon as possible.

Especially Boy. He looks very pale.

It makes me feel like we're doing something wrong.

"With me and Mr. Editor, he said it was because he challenged his predecessor, the Immortal King. So for the moment, I was talking to her to try to stay away from the Granus Wetlands of the past. So in the future, we're not going to die."

"Book hit? Are you sure you're all right?!? You're not lying, are you?

Estelle asks with a crying expression.

At times like this, I think this kid's face sucks.

Something that makes me want to be unintentional.

"Otherwise, you won't be able to calm down."

"So..."

"Sir, if you're even thinking about screwing something up, why don't you tell me right now? Elf's sister, too, would definitely stop me if my husband was running weird. I know I'm gonna lose. There's no reason to try."

"I'm fine. I know the neighborhood."

"I hope that's true."

"I'm very sorry to have spoken to you unilaterally in those circumstances, but I'd like to set aside some more time to think about measures regarding the power of the Immortal King. Fortunately, there is a respite in time, so it would be nice to move forward slowly and reliably."

'... wouldn't it be true?

"It's true. I don't want to die either."

"I'm going to study the sealed devil's ring."

Dr. Editor stared at Bo's finger and said.

Was it just a magic sealing item?

Estelle just before she lost her memory when, the collar that was attached to Mr. Richard in the name of education. It is an ornament with the same function as that one. With a very powerful product, even a knowledgeable editor teacher doesn't know any more products?

If I could make a replication or something, it would be a pretty powerful help.

Fang Ma's hands are like regional mild yankees, and I can't hang up getting the rings all over her. However, if that's going to raise the steeple, I don't think it's a bad compromise for the moment. Sometimes I want to have sex with a sexually mild yankee girl.

"I'm sorry, but can you help me?

"Oh, yeah, I can help as much as I want,"

"Thank you"

Teacher showing a nickel and a grin, depending on Fang Ma snorting.

Then the two Odysamas immediately raised their voices.

"If that's the case, why don't you let me join you?

"I want to be with you..."

In response to Fang Ma snorting, he will soon get a magical nobleman and a journal professor. If these three came up with wisdom, wouldn't it be surprisingly easy to figure it out? I don't think so.

As for the second day of action, it went by like that.

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Since then, there has been nothing else to do on the same day, and the discussion has been open.

The only decision I've made is that we'll be gathered in the reception room again tomorrow at the same time. Having dropped off Dr. Editor and the four magical aristocrats, Professor Journal and Fong Ma, we are still in a time period not long after the sun rises, but it depends on what we have combined with free time.

Still, the soy sauce face is straight to my room from tiredness.

Fortunately, the Chara Man Brothers in the Cherry Kingdom have not even contacted us to inform us of the reunion of the meeting. I just lay down a little bit and thought I'd take a nap. If it's time now before noon, it won't even sound later where I slept somewhat.

I've been lying in bed for a while with that in mind.

I couldn't help but drowsiness, gobbling, gobbling.

As I rolled myself over the sheet, it was the sofa provided indoors that caught my eye. Last night, the bird was resting on it. Reminds me of how it is, I'm driven by what an indelible mood.

…………

Previously in my life, if I recall, my lover had never welcomed a cohabitant, not even a grated pet. This was the first time I was born. That's why I realized I was in a sadder mood than I imagined.

Is this the one called Petros syndrome?

I still feel like going back to the past and picking you up.

…………

What should I do?

If I summon something magically again, will I be able to bury this loneliness? I've just managed to think of something like that, and I'm a virgin who may have understood just a little bit of how a woman feels when she's hooked up with love. 'Cause I, I miss you.

I've noticed the danger of raising pets past thirty.

"... let's stop it"

I don't like it when weird is summoned, and even if weird isn't summoned, it looks spicy eventually.

Let's say summoning magic seals for a while.

I don't think it's a good idea to bring them on your own more than anything else.

…………

But what I miss is lonely.

If this happens, why don't you bring about two or three nuys from Slam Street? If it were them, I wouldn't have any trouble saying goodbye to this. Once you are done with love, release it to Slam Street again and everything will be resolved. Where it's coming from, if we do it, and the number is increasing.

"... No, you can't"

We had a fight over Slam Street before.

They're eyeing each other about their soy sauce faces. Occasionally when I look at him in the city, he turns to me like that with Puy. Trying to get closer from this way, Garlululu, or throaty and alert, usually breaks my heart for what it is.

On the other hand, it's so sweet for maids and lorigons, and it looks damn good.

…………

Oh, I miss Mr. Bird.

I figured just one more time, I'd summon magic.

But it's going to be the same again.

…………

What should I do?

I don't know what to do.

…………

With that in mind, the sleeper eventually came.

He still seemed kind of tired.

The feeling of a gradual blurring of thoughts.

If I sleep like this, I'm going to dream about Mr. Bird.

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[Sophia perspective]

Mr. Tanaka has been returned from the future.

How dare you say goodbye to Mr. Bird in the process? Everything was explained to you that in the dark continent of the past, you came back under the other Phoenix. I don't know what the reason is, but the maid is a surprise.

I just thought it was exactly what we keep.

We were making dedicated beds, such as last night.

We have a set of futons available, cushioned in a smaller crate to secure the sleeping area, cut the same sheet on top of it as we use, and sewn to fit the size. I was looking forward to this evening when I had something good.

However, that has also become unnecessary.

Having a pet under one roof has been a longing since I was a little girl.

Since childhood, I have had cancer against my father more than once. I repeatedly complained that I wanted to have a pet. However, due to the convenience of my parents doing restaurants and other things, we are celebrating today unacceptably.

I also helped with those backgrounds and, to be honest, I felt like a coward.

Because Mr. Bird is cute.

I never thought Mr. Tanaka would bring such a pretty creature. He's my husband, who always brings in all the pretty ladies, so I totally gave up on that side of things.

We feel lost and so on as we meet for a few days.

…………

Shall we go to Mr. Nui's?

We have already been very helpful in exploring the matter with the Demon King. In retrospect, I haven't been able to thank you properly for that or anything yet. Wouldn't it be nice if I went to greet you on this occasion and finally let you hold me or something?

"... right"

I think that's a good idea.

If I took the meat or something, wouldn't you be happy? It is also true that the Dusk Regiment people say that they are creatures strong enough to shoulder Wyburn, and they are still a little scared. However, now farewell to Mr. Bird is going to be the courage to take a step forward.

"Oh, it's not Sophia. We met at the right place."

"Ah, ha, ha! Master Estelle!

As the maid who finished her paperwork walked down the hall thinking, she accidentally heard from me. The other person is Master Estelle. It's perfect from the other side of the road where I'm headed, right around the corner.

"I hope you're not afraid."

"Yes, no, but the..."

"I'm going to go to him and I'm going to make a meal or something and I'm going to take it, but can't you help me? He looked kind of tired coming back from the future. I'm hoping you'll feel a little better."

"If that's the case, I'll definitely help you"

"Thank you, that's very helpful"

"No, there's no annihilation."

This is just the right time. Let's say that along with preparing Mr. Tanaka's rice, we will also prepare Mr. Nuys' rice.

It's been a long time since I've stood in the kitchen, if I recall. I've been sophisticated brewing tea here lately, and I didn't even hold a knife in my heels. As the daughter of the diner on this occasion, it may be a good idea for me to make sure her arms are not clamped.

At a time like this, Mr. Tanaka is convenient to say that whatever you eat is delicious.

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After noon of the same day, the disturbance broke out, as it caused a slap on the sleeping soy sauce face.

"Oh, come on, get up!

My eyes woke up with the sound of the door of the room being banged hard by Don.

If you continue to hear the screaming voice of Dr. Editor, your body moved reluctantly. The instantly awakened busamen descends from her bed to the floor in an attempt to unlock the lock that hung on her living room door, checking on her son, etc.

Then the door kicked through from the outside without having to wait for this one to move.

Seriously.

"E, Mr. Editor, what's wrong?

There is a blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher in the hallway.

Shortly after releasing a powerful kick, hello in the outfit with your pants round legs up.

Besides, for some reason, my body is translucent. The background is clear. I wish I could just clear my pants, but I can't even make sure Susie is busy because it's even clear to her. I feel kind of lost.

Wouldn't it be too much of a teacher-like act, such as the appearance of a sudden breaking down of a room door? However, as you can see the gradual fading of its appearance, this one also incites a sense of crisis without denial. Your chest beats faster.

"There's nothing wrong with you or these things, we're gonna fly in the past!

With a pocket watch in his hand, the teacher let him speak loudly as well.

What can I do for you?

Here and now. It depends on what I've been dreaming about numbing little girls with Mr. Bird. Though the soy sauce face had pinched flour and other things in the bakery for some reason, there was a cute girl on the front and a bird who could stroke her head on the kid.

himself watched happily as he pinched the wheat sweating this.

"Come on, give me some magic! Please!"

"I don't mind that..."

"Could he have been asleep? No, I don't care about anything right now, get your magic in the magic props quickly! You and I will disappear from this world as it is! Don't you see? My own flesh is about to disappear!

Take your word from the teacher and shift your gaze to your own hands and feet.

And then, well, this surprised me.

"Oh, my God, I'm translucent, too."

"So hurry! There's no time!

"Oh, I see."

I am a teacher who tends to be in a hurry from time to time, but today's rush draws a line. It's like even the bigger ones are patient. Moreover, even if his own body is translucent, he intends to propagate his own impatience.

Let me honestly receive my pocket watch and put some magic into it.

In the meantime, there is a brief explanation from the doctor's mouth.

"Someone snuck into my room and took advantage of the magic of space-time! When I noticed a physical abnormality and went back from the lab to my living room, the windows were broken and there were signs of some intrusion. They were taking away the magic props too!

"But then, what I'm magical about..."

"That's spare. I made them in pairs to prepare for these kinds of problems. But I didn't really think the day would come to use it. I should praise myself for my past or mourn my bypassing management, I'm just getting lost in judgment."

"I see."

The thermometer-like gauge provided on the back was full in about seconds.

"I'm done with magic"

"Okay, then we're moving!

"Which way are you headed?

Is it the past or the future?

How long will it last?

"Bad but detailed explanations will be given back in time!

"I understand, please"

"Ugh, let's go!

Two bodies diminishing in colour every moment of the day.

The cock and dry noise sounds.

A magic formation born at the same time grabbed the soy sauce face and the teacher's body.

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A flash of flotation and a darkening of vision.

When the surrounding sights returned again, the place remained unchanged and was a soy-sauce-faced private room located at the mayor's house. Besides myself and Dr. Editor, I can't see anyone indoors. At the time Dragon City existed, it didn't seem that far back in time.

"Editor, your body is just a little darker."

"Ugh, um. Apparently, you've made it to the right time..."

The flesh, which was translucent, only slightly darkened the colour. Check this out and sigh one ho at each other. However, it never completely returns to its original color and the concentration is about a few percent of the original. Apparently, it didn't come off the crisis.

"By the way, how much past will this one be?

"Uh, wait a minute..."

A teacher who looks at the pocket watch in his hand and starts counting the scale.

Hi-fumi, I adore the way you whisper.

"Right after the battle with the Demon King."

"Is it not by the hand of the Demon King?

"I don't know that far into boulders. But if the opponent gives it to the Demon King, he should go back before he is defeated. Thinking about it, I can't really imagine anyone having anything to do with the Demon King getting their hands on it."

"That's true, too."

Who is the Hand of the Demon King in the first place, or something like that?

If I were to mention the possibility, would it be such a development that the Kimorongue guy was unwittingly targeting the enemy of the Demon King? Or like when the Lesser Demon, who introduced Dragon City in southern countries, was finally on the ground.

No, no, you can't think like this.

When I come up with just speculation, unfounded suspicion swells.

I need to think about getting my feet to the ground properly.

"By the way, Mr. Editor, how could you tell where to fly?

"This magic item is always in sync with another magic item and the position of the needle. Magic communication is applied to the mechanism. It would mean that the person who stole another magic item from my room is working something that is not good for us in this day and age."

"Is that what happened?"

I understood what the teacher meant when he was making the spare.

If you were to steal a pocket watch, everyone would think about doing something about the teacher who is the owner first. When that happens, like this one, the teacher will have no hands, no legs, if he gets away with it in the past and gets a leap.

I guess it's a spare to prevent those dangers.

This elf made it happen that I've always wondered whenever I saw and heard a story about a time machine system. I was always wondering why no one or he would try to prepare a spare. I knew spares were important.

If there had not been a spare pocket watch, the skill points on the soy sauce face would have been turned into space-time magic. Personally it is the magic of time travel without fine dust such as I intend to get, but if it concerns the life of the teacher, the existence that I will do everything in my power to shake the point.

However, this time it doesn't seem to be a problem with the use of spares.

"The boulder is Mr. Editor. I think it's a great prep."

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

Look at the humble teacher and calm down the high feelings.

But it was only a few moments before I was televising.

"Besides, I can never feel safe now. Before this body disappears and disappears, if we do not find out the cause, the future will be determined as we did not exist. Identify those who stole the magic artifact before that happens. I can't let you change the future."

"My body just got a little darker because we've been moving?

"That's the thing. At the same time, it is proof that the other person is at this time. The future shifts when the opponent's intentions are accomplished, that is, at a time when death in this day and age of ours is finalized. It's not going to be possible to fix history with this hand."

"So, as of now, the future remains as we know it."

"Um, you're right. I guess whoever stole the magic props is also struggling against us at this hour. But there is no slower respite than how he is about to disappear. From here on out, it's a speed battle."

"I understand. I just got a little hope."

We should probably head to find the killer soon.

"So, then, yuck!

"Yes."

As instructed by Dr. Editor, we followed the mayor's house.