Atelier Tanaka

It was Dark Munchkin who was being held captive in Dr. Editor's room.

"You know Count Tanaka?

The only time she and the unfamiliar boy raised a voice of doubt.

I guess you're wondering how the other faces are getting to know each other and dealing with dark munchies. Everyone he's with, he's, uh, this girl again? I stare at her with a look like that.

Following an incident with the Demon King, he is a little celebrity boo in the Dragon City neighborhood. She's disappeared everywhere since defeating the Demon King, but apparently she was still working around here.

"It seems like a distant story to those in the southern countries, but before, something like a skirmish happened between the Penny Empire and the Pussy Republic. In doing so, as a soldier on the Penny Empire side, you will be among those who were partying locally."

"Oh, I'm hearing that story. Anything. The Pussy Republic invaded the Penny Empire, right? In the countries of the South, we were talking about whether a full-scale dispute would finally begin between the two countries."

"I see that's how you were treated"

"Isn't it the story of the Penny Empire side, with just a few hundred soldiers, disabling nearly a hundred times its power without blood? I hear that although tension only increased between the two countries because of it, it miraculously did not lead to a war. I'm guessing the sarcastic and competent ones have worked."

I didn't think our deeds were passed down to these distant people. Besides, if you look at it this way, it feels a little complicated because the characters at the time can be all over the place.

Instead, if you look at the vertical roll, I don't know anything. Wow, he looks like that, and he's pointing at you. Kimoronge also pretends to be unfamiliar with her. As always, it is my paced obedience.

"Count Tanaka was active in it again."

"No, I was just watching in the back."

"It's not good to be modest, Count Tanaka. I mean your lord, it must have worked. But how could such a person be held captive in such a place? I thought you said this was your editor. With her living room."

"I'd like to explain that to you."

Just check with Dark Munchkin himself before you do.

They made me struggle a lot, and I don't think I'd hit a bee if I played for a little while. Busamen love to rush Boo's face and so on. The room also has the look of Gogol, and it is an excellent dark munchkin day.

"I'd like to speak to you in person."

Transfer your gaze from Fong Ma to Turkumchimuchi and ask.

Then she also let her voice speak out loud.

"Kee, I was visiting this mansion to apologize to you! Then I heard something noisy coming from this room, and then, again, I went to make sure it wasn't some kind of burglary!

Boo and Boo who go into people's rooms on their own, but also the mayor's house who normally lets them in, that's the trouble. It feels like a country house that doesn't lock the front door. Even though the whole family is away, the kid next door plays games in the kids' room.

Well, this point is also an advantage, so come on, let's think about it.

I see you've been working for us.

"That's what I'm talking about!

Did you think you could fool us like this?

With a grin on her mouth, she goes on.

"Then the man jumped at me! Damn it!

Zubisi and momentum sticking out Boo's index finger. At the tip of that indication is the corner of the room, the figure of Gogol. Without sitting on the floor, you stand quietly on both sides in a position surrounded by walls.

Plus, speaking of today only, cover your whole body with a neat robe, Wizard Gogol. Thanks to the deeply worn hood, I can't even look into my eyes. I can barely see the color of my hands and feet. Naturally, the tail is also under thick fabric.

"What a suspicious outfit! That's the one who should be tied up!

It is suspicious when it comes to suspicious. Boo, who hangs a glimmer of hope on her presence like that, and makes her vocal appeal for an excuse to regenerate death. He looks desperately awesome in a potato state as he is tied up in a rough rope and munches his opium and butt with this or not.

Apparently they don't know that the other guy is a Gogol. Other faces who understand Robe's character are her excuses, and whoa, are you sure you're okay with saying that? On the contrary, they are worried.

Gogol, could it be a convict?

"Well, it could be a little suspicious."

"Right Ugh!? Then not me, but the person..."

"Mr. Rocco, could you get the hood?

"Okay."

Answered briefly, Gogol lowered his hood.

The face is exposed accordingly.

Silver hair on bright brown skin attracts people's attention irresistibly, even in indoors packed with large crowds of people. When I'm stared into those bright red eyes, I feel like I've been spotted deep inside this one, whether she's Gogol or not.

"Huh..."

A stunned dark munchkin thanks to it.

I keep my eyes like a plate, staring at Gogol.

Busamen also thanked her in advance of explaining the disturbance.

"I'm so sorry I let you wipe our asses. However, thanks to this, me and Mr. Editor were able to live forever. Thank you so much. I will never forget this grace."

"It's not that big of a deal"

"I also want to thank you from me. Very helpful. Exactly."

Soy sauce face and editor teacher to try to keep your head down in front of everyone.

Thanks to you, everyone around you just leans their necks in doubt.

The only thing that made Dark Munchkin look pale was that he started to rattle and tremble. Until then, momentum is lost and he begins to ask how we are in a terribly frightened manner. Extremely pornographic with plenty of chunky butt meat trembling on pulls and small chops. I really want to offend you from the back.

"Hey, my husband. Why don't you explain it to us so we can figure it out?

That's how Gong's urging flew in.

That's right.

Other than the parties, what is the sapphire situation?

"Yeah, it'll just be a little longer, but let me explain"

Here from the soy sauce face, let me share a series of events.

Someone packed Dr. Editor's magic props. I used this to try to change the future. As a result, the presence of Busamen and the teacher was about to disappear. The teacher who noticed the crisis came all the way under my soy sauce face.

To cope with this, I used spare demonic props to go back in time. I was able to get Gogol's help. Thanks to this, we were able to identify the killer before. As a result, dark munchies are rolling on the floor.

Like that.

Compared to when I went to visit the Immortal King, it was an overwhelming speedy resolution.

"That's a lot of noise again."

"Thanks to Mr. Editor and Mr. Rocco for everything. If you two hadn't been here, I don't think I would have been able to even talk to you like this by now. Thank you so much."

"Is that really okay now?!?

Estelle asked me.

It is an inquiry with an impatient expression.

"Yeah, the cause's been figured out, so there's no problem whatsoever"

"That would be nice, but I'm kind of anxious..."

"Even if we use space-time magic, is it so easy to get rid of you? I can't imagine how I could do this to you without bringing in an arrangement that bears the king's name, such as the Demon King or the Immortal King."

"I was curious about that, too"

The editor teacher made me nod at the vertical roll question.

I was also concerned about the soy sauce face.

No, just for Busamen, I don't feel like I can fool you easily enough. If you care about it, you can afford a single hymen. I feel the fragility of a virgin who will surely be invited but still be caught cheeky.

"What do you think? How did you challenge us?

"Huh..."

The look on Dark Munchkin's face becomes even more rugged when the editor stares at him.

The faces that stay together keep an eye on this with their magical faces.

You'll feel yourself in danger for such a sense of urgency, she opened her mouth.

"Ko, I didn't mean to kill you! Believe me!

"So how did the crisis get to us?

"I don't know if you ask me that! I haven't done anything yet!

Especially Boo's appeal. At the moment, her guilt is only in that she snuck into the teacher's room on her own. It may be an adventure for her in the future, but it's an unparalleled event for her now.

"Let's check it out in an orderly fashion."

Let me speak on behalf of the teacher.

Don't forget to walk out one step ahead and pack the distance.

Rope eaten buttocks and crotches are the most erotic.

Okaz this evening is a decision on this.

"How did you know that space-time magic existed?

"... I heard the elves there explaining to you."

"So you've been sneaking into this mansion for a long time?

"Well, I was just watching from the outside! When I was watching out the window, you took the magic kit out of your hand and started talking to me about being good at it. So I was also naturally interested."

"... and you weren't good at it, were you? Hey, hey?

"Again, the question is, what were you thinking of doing with space-time magic? Depending on the response, we also apologize and wonder if we will be challenging common problems with you."

Editor teacher asking for consent for soy sauce face, dare to go through this and continue responding.

Then the blonde Lolita is cute that makes her face red as she sees it.

Because a teacher at the time, no matter where he looked from, was good at it.

"It's, uh..."

"Mr. Rocco, I'm sorry, but again..."

"Ma, wait! Say it! Say it!

"Please"

Gogol is Boo's natural enemy, isn't he?

I felt something about the Demon King.

"... to escape you."

"Is it a good fit, Mr. Rocco?

"Roughly."

I don't like it when people tell me to get away with it, but I don't think it's going to be a little milder there. Though I haven't chased after him because of his businessmanship.

"But if there's a gap, I'm thinking of killing him."

"You! Hey, why are you saying that?!?

Boo barked in response to Gogol's words whining about the boss.

No, but, Gogol, you're on our side.

I mean, I've been finding out since the beginning, the thought.

"Weren't you one of the Earls of Tanaka?

Looking at the two questions, the voice of the question rose from Boy.

From her point of view, it's not surprising to think so. The relationship between a soy sauce face and a dark munchkin is a difficult substitute to explain in a nutshell. If you can metaphor it, isn't it something like childhood taming, which has been running through the ages together since we were young?

Thanks to you, our face is also troubled.

"No? The words of Count Tanaka, no one else..."

"Come on, you don't know how horrible this man is!

"Indeed I meet the Count and the sun is shallow"

"I am terrified of the man's presence! What the hell!? You don't even capture me, you leave me alone like this, what are you going to make me do!? What are your plans? If you're going to retaliate, why don't you just do it!

"No, I have no objection to this..."

"Is there a reason for that! He's the one who chopped that neck off!? I'm sorry for the future ahead, for being frightened by your shadow, and for spending so much time shaking! I can't take this anxiety anymore! Then it's only natural to think of it as coming from you!

…………

"To put it further, Dark Elf's reputation fell to the ground in an affair with the Demon King. As it is, I will not even return to my homeland. You're being defiled and scolded, and you're going to get a private sentence! I didn't want to be so tough, I came out of town!

Boo deserves it in the second half.

Thanks to you, I can't even go home, and I've been wandering around town for a long time, sweetie. I want you to show me the rope that you have eaten into your ass regularly in the future. I'm a real jerk. I can't help but wonder whose the hell it is. Personally, I find the vertical roll suspicious.

But what, she was still after the tiger's eyes and the neck of the soy sauce face?

Dark munchies, such as Dr. Lorigon and Editor, who met but whose last blow would have been inevitable, were in a hall of terror where people roamed, yet still showed their guts. When I think about it, I don't think there's more guts than I thought.

"If I were you, that would be enough."

"You think I'm me? Oh, my God, hang the magic of brainwashing on me..."

Dark munchies that turn your face bright blue.

At this rate, you're not going to believe me no matter what I say.

It is the vertical roll that has cut the paralysis in a series of exchanges thanks to it.

"So after all, what were you up to using space-time magic?

I finally came back to the first question around.

Next to her stands Kimorongue. Stared at by that sharp glance, she became a little quiet. He is the Dark Elf and the Demon Clan who always teamed up. There will be mutual understanding of its qualities and personalities.

"... I didn't decide to be that clear"

"Then say what you're thinking at this stage."

…………

"Well, you don't have to say anything, but if you ask her there, she'll be clear."

Chirali and vertical roll gaze head to the corner of the room.

Gogol, you're doing great today.

"Wow, okay, say it! I'm telling you, stop letting him talk!

I just want you to keep this on your soy sauce face. 'Cause I don't like the fact that Gogol seems to have a bad image. I'm afraid that these casual daily activities are going to lead to some day of suspicious darkness.

"Or, from the past and the future, I've been looking for someone who could just confront this man and I've been thinking about asking him to be overwhelmed in front of me. If that seems difficult, the rest is to take this man a long time ago, and then, you know, come back just yourself..."

"Aside from the former, isn't the latter very different from killing?

"Gu......"

The teacher's straight penetration rushes the dark munchkins.

The sweat is stunning on my face.

Where she shuts her mouth, everyone's gaze turns to Mr. Gogol. Then she nodded cocklessly to respond to this. Gogol check, clear. Apparently, he didn't lie.

What then began to disappear of our flesh in the course of her execution of the operation, perhaps as a result of a problem? It is also possible that he failed to scout for Hitman and, conversely, was deprived of the magic artifact.

However, even though the possibilities are too wide when we get there.

"Apparently you've got Mr. Editor involved in my annoyance"

"No, never mind. Originally it was because of the tools I made."

"There is no such extermination. It was all my fault. I'm sure you were wondering about defeating the Demon King. There is no single thing in the editor's invention that makes him so proud of others that he suffers from scarcity."

Instead, I'll mix Yoisho up with your reply.

Because the teacher is a virgin.

Besides, I just got through the dialogue.

Let's make sure we make a point here.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, that's right..."

For the soy sauce face yesterday, Sofia, Dr. Editor and the three vertical rolls are nothing more than hope of living tomorrow. By concealing the membrane in its lower abdomen, this virgin can come forward without being pessimistic about any difficulty.

"Ho, wasn't I up to something else!?

My teacher turned to Boo loudly.

Apparently, he also tried to forcefully correct the track of the story.

Thanks to you, it's a perfectly locational question.

The dark munchkin that gets stuffed can be seen in everyone's eyes.

"Oh, no!

"Do you remember how to handle this person?!?

"Not so specific! But if you unravel the history of this world, you can name as many strong people as you want! Didn't you also tell me that you were struggling with that immortal king!?

"Gu......"

"Also, that's enough. Ugh!? I told you everything, I want to be honest! So please, yes, just help me with my life! Please! Never mind the man again! I promise I'll never show my face!

More to the point, if you get begged by a teardrop eye in a potato bug style by a beauty with big tits in your ass, you want to forgive everything unconditionally.

I don't care if it stays up or down, so I stick my nose head in the valley of plump meat, driven by the urge to take a deep breath. I want to inhale through my nose and throw up through my mouth.

However, I want you to show your face regularly in the future. 'Cause I miss you.

…………

On the other hand, it's the teacher who puts her in front and shows a bare gesture of thinking about something.

If Dr. Editor says he doesn't like it, the soy sauce face can't deny this. However, if it does come true, I am in the mood to forgive you. So is the case with the Demon King, but this is quite the treacherous habit of Dark Munchkin, which may have helped solve the problem.

"Mr. Editor, you know..."

"No, wait... Negotiate,"

"What's wrong?

"If we succeed, we may be able to survive the Immortal King."

"Mr. Editor?

Isn't that an interesting story?

I wonder what the hell I can do to deal with that skeleton. Are you thinking about that, just like Dark Munchkin, calling for help from other times, or throwing it away towards the past?

But that changes my future.

Especially in the latter case, the impact the future will have is immeasurable. Earlier than now, the rest of the world will be all over the undead. Even in the former case, the future will still change, depending on the times when you bring your helpers and how you win or lose.

"Did you come up with any good ideas?

"The elf there said he thought of flying us a thousand years ago."

"Yeah, I see."

"Assuming, then, why don't you fly the Immortal King to a future a thousand years away?

If we're going to soak up the future, we're unaffected today.

But wouldn't an angry skeleton come to Revenge mastering space-time magic on his own? No, is that too much thinking about boulders? If, given his purpose, even the power of the Immortal King could be safely inherited to the next generation, it would seem fine to take it away.

Instead, he will be able to safely send out the next generation in the absence of a disturbing molecule called ours, who will come forward a little with those hands. Or something like that, I just managed to realize, that's probably how the teacher was conceived.

"I had thought of something similar before. But in the unlikely event that his master of space-time magic and return to this day and age, he was able to propose, though not very much. That's what makes it a full-scale dispute. The rest of history will turn to the bigger and the worse."

"Yeah, that's right"

Apparently the teacher was thinking something similar.

"But if you add to what the dragon heard the other day, isn't that unlikely to be out of the question? That man was speaking for himself. If there is any inconvenience, let the power appeal to you."

"You just said it."

…………

And it looked so great.

Something that the Lorigon seemed grumpy about thanks to.

"If that were the case, I wonder if I would ever return to modern times until I had mastered space-time magic where I had sent it to the future at my discretion. His primary purpose is to connect that power to the next generation. There is no great significance in the time of a thousand years."

"I think I'm right, too, Editor."

"It may not be possible to overthrow it. However, to the extent that it strikes space-time magic..."

"Indeed, then, it never seems possible."

"Of course, you'll need to confirm it in advance."

While I look at them without inhibiting their interests, this one also shows a pretty good attitude of effort and lets me somehow get through the claim. Such a way of doing things gets very tight. I'm not very happy, but I feel comfortable with the company, including the after-effects.

Stuck projects flowed into the past more or less like that.

If you set up an operation with a person in the field, ask the Director of Solitia to bow his head, and later purchase one or two products from the counterparty, you should be in full circle. In a few years, oh, that happened, like.

As a result, the number of unnecessary internal systems increases without meaning.

"Hey, wait a minute! Is that a good idea?

"What do you mean?

Whoa, a voice of doubt flew in from Estelle.

This is another pressing question for you.

"Because then you're not just sending the problem ahead! After the next millennium, maybe someone will struggle again? When that happens, it's obvious you're in more trouble than you are now!

"We don't think it's going to be that much of a problem. Also, if it still went wrong, someone else would deal with it. If I was alive, I could deal with it just like this one. I can't be sure, but in a thousand years, one or two good ideas will come to mind."

"Yes, that's surprisingly appropriate..."

"If you're alive in this day and age, that's enough."

"Huh..."

What is this blonde, Dr. Lorim Chimchi, half-inclusive?

Every busy day, I feel the heart of a virgin, exhausted by a mistake with a non-virgin, gently enveloped with a hymen. How warm. I am not protecting my uterus or birth canal from Dada. I feel a tingle of signs of extra virgin.

"If that's the case, I'd love to work with you too!

As I responded to the teacher's suggestion, Bo made me speak loud too.

This is a suggestion you took a step forward.

Then the teacher nodded a little shyly and responded.

"I'm sorry to tell you, but I actually counted a little on you for inheriting the power of the Immortal King. I told him to leave it to me. I'm sorry, but could you help me? Of course we're gonna do our best."

"It's my own sown seed. I will definitely try to settle it with this hand!

"Sorry, thanks"

If you can get Fang's help, the possibilities will go up in a good way.

Even though she is 10% less than her predecessors, she is also the Immortal King. The power we hold in them far outweighs ours. If Dr. Editor, Lorigon, Busamen, etc. turn to support this, it never seems like a bad bet for a minute.

Much better than the soy sauce face of the future that went down without any measures.

"If that's the case, let's start supporting you tomorrow."

"Uhm, that would be nice"

I also get the tattoo of the editor teacher.

We have a plan for the moment.

"There is quite a bit of respite, so calm down and make sure you proceed. You can also head right for it, but you won't be in such a hurry. In the meantime, I hope Bo gets used to the power of the Immortal King."

"I understand. I want to do my best not to pull everyone's legs."

There is respite in time.

In this regard, we are saved.

It's like there's no delivery date, so move on.

Like.

◇ ◆ ◇

Sweet words are always easily overshadowed.

It's like there's no delivery date.

Arrested by those circumstances, the soy sauce face, which started working at My Pace, became, however, a carriage that received unexpected alarms that evening. It is an event in the midst of a pleasant sleep with immediate plans.

"Count Tanaka! Are you the Earl of Tanaka?

Don't, don't and the sound of pounding hard on the door of the room.

The soy sauce face woke up after the voices of those who heard it with this.

If you look out the window, it is dark.

Midnight hunch.

Nonetheless, the sound of a knock on the living room door is delivered from the side of the hallway.

"Count Tanaka! There is no Count Tanaka!?

The voice lord is definitely Bo Ma's maid. In the wake of that chopped voice-color, I can't believe I'm sleeping. Get out of bed and rush to the door with a pat. Fortunately, my son stays asleep.

When I opened the door, a smaller maid stood in the hallway.

"What's wrong? Mr. Stella."

"Count Tanaka, I'm having a hard time with you, so soo!

I only have a bad feeling.

Besides, if you look closely, the maid's left arm is rotten. The tip from the elbow is unraveling and starting to rot, as if bathed in acid. The gardener I saw in Chara Man Castle.

There is no doubt that Fong's power as immortal king has gone wild.

"Stella, that arm..."

"It looks like Boy's power has gone wild. When I slept in my own bed, my arms, which were on the side of the wall facing Boy's room, were rotten like this. There was a hole in the wall, and from the next room, Boy disappeared..."

"I see."

Hurry up, what about the maid's left arm?

I can't heel in the breadth.

But I'm not even going to leave you like this.

Because of her high status, no damage has been seen other than in her arms. You are also well aware. The only thing rotting is the arm, and it doesn't seem like the effects of undead are all over the body. However, I can't make the exact decision around it to Busamen.

…………

The dead future soy sauce face and editor teacher may have rushed ahead after taking this one. If it's just me, I still can't think of a blonde Lorimchi teacher who boasts the best brains in Dragon City challenging a helpless and immortal king.

You should think that there was a good reason.

Isn't that exactly what the maid told you right now, Boy?

Someone other than her could have been the victim of this in that future.

"Let's gather them all."

"Shit, I understand!

Sorry for the flutter in the middle of the night, but it is still assembling in the reception room.

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The reception room where the furniture was brought out, where everyone appeared as well as during the day.

"Hey, husband, what happened to that arm..."

Best of all, Gong raised her voice.

Naturally, the attention is on the left arm of the smaller maid.

"Apparently, the power of the Immortal King leaked out while she slept."

"I see, you mean..."

"There's really nothing you can do while you're asleep, is there? Why don't you tell me about it? But Liz, what I've heard is that you haven't been able to cure your feisty habits, until a few years ago..."

"Hey, hey, Doris, shut up!

You'll get a pressing place, the vertical roll makes me joke lightly and so on.

That's what she wants to marry, mostly.

Even this busamen would be in such trouble if they told me to prevent nighttime erections that occur late at night. Even Sophia would be hard if she was banned from sidewetting. The same thing must be happening to Boy's flesh.

You're in real trouble when you wake up in the bathroom in the middle of the night and your son is Max Hart.

in a western potty sense.

It is desirable to have a function like a shower head that can be shanked in the morning.

"Ho, where is he?

Lolivitch asks you a question to block the words on the vertical roll.

The expression is a harsh one.

"Probably left the mansion to contain the damage to the surrounding area. Her story here was that her arms started to rot over the mansion walls. It's up to me to prepare this place, including those searches for her."

"Oh, my God, that's important. Does it also have to do with the depth of sleep?" "Husband, isn't there anyone else who was harmed?" "How much does it affect the range? Can we get a bigger room and a bed?" "Oh, is the old man okay?!? We've been together lately!

Questions fly early from everyone.

As far as the maid's rotten left arm is concerned, neither that nor this can be helped. It's a very shocking sight. It's just the smell of rot that comes in there, the thought of standing next to me and hurting my chest.

"It's also important to consider future moves, but I'd like to do something about her arm first. However, I couldn't make any judgment, Editor, and is it okay to hang the restorative magic in these cases?

Contact Dr. Editor with a loud voice to divide the venue.

I want to calm down, one at a time, to make sure that we solve the problem.

"No, it won't taste good"

"Huh..."

After the teacher groaned, the maid's shoulder shivered.

I'm sure it's painful at least. Ever since we met, her face has been distorted by pain. It's something that I often endure without making weak noises. I can't believe I've been like this forever. I'm pathetic about anything.

"But the other parts don't show signs of undead."

"I think so too"

"Then as one possibility, if you cut off the affected area, or..."

"Oh, please! Even if it's one arm, I'll make sure it helps the Count!

The maid has asked for it immediately.

As always, he is the owner of a thoughtful personality.

I would definitely hesitate if I were you.

"Spread the life potion of this town on your body over the amputation of your rotten left arm. So if you don't have a reaction as an undead, you probably won't have a problem using restorative magic. If the reaction occurs, there is no other procedure to be applied as a high undead."

"I see."

This is a suggestion that seems to require a lot of preparation.

I can't imagine exactly what it would do to treat you as a high-ranking undead in the first place. Even in the future Dragon City, I heard about vertical rolls and kimorongue talking about it but needing a lot of money and magic.

"I've heard that it takes thousands of gold coins to become a high undead. Such money, not very much, cannot be paid to me, a civilian. Please hang up on this occasion!

"Rather than a financial problem, the ritual of that hand takes more time to prepare. I guess that's why in a man's world, he needs a ton of money. Even if we had enough money, it would be difficult to get the support right away."

"Then please hang up on me! Please!

I saw the desperate appearance of the little maid, somehow, but I may have understood what underlies it. extremely serious personality, but therefore, from day to day, was she not stuffed with cutting feathers?

That's why I quickly shake my emotions off.

With the final exception, I still overreact.

I'm desperate to live.

…………

In any case, the judgment is pending or a rollover of the operation considered at noon.

If even the Immortal King flies into the future, her arms won't even begin to rot. Fang also loses the fact that he let his powers run wild. Neither will the rooms of the mayor's house, which Lorigon cherishes, be like a hole in a wall.

"Count Tanaka, please! With mouth and holes even without arms..."

Well, the maid who shook it off quickly started talking perky.

If we stay like this, people around us are going to see us with white eyes.

Busamen will talk to his neighbor's teacher.

"Editor, wouldn't you hurry up with the proposals you put forward during the day?

"... I was thinking the same thing"

Whoa, I had an unexpected heart attack.

Something seems a little happy.

"If we keep this up, it is possible that that person's magic leak will get worse than it is now. If this proceeds with more momentum than we assume, will it not be difficult to count as a force of war when opposed to the Immortal King? That's what I thought."

"I think you're right"

The royal castle of the kingdom of cherries, the one that rotted the flowers planted in the courtyard, is new to memory.

In joining forces with us, he thought that training to prevent magic leaks would be the first step for the moment. But apparently the spare time is also suspicious. Now I'm only doing it while I'm asleep, but maybe I'll show more progress.

Nature and evocation were the hordes of zombies we witnessed in the future Dragon City.

"If that's what you're saying, I'm gonna work with you!

That's how Estelle raised her voice.

It is a very worthwhile proposal.

But I can't take all this.

"Mr. Estelle, you can't do that."

"Well, why not?

"The Immortal King has the power to line up the Demon King. Not very much, but we can't try together. Anxiety remains over whether even we can win. In the unlikely event of an escape, it will also be an operation considering the circumstances under which you will return."

However, such Busamen's dialogue was blocked by one of her words.

"But if you go alone, you will die!?

"No, that's never the case"

"Then I guess the mayor's words were lies!?

"It's..."

That's a story I was told the other day by a vertical roll in the future Dragon City. Lorrigon slipped his mouth, exposing it to everyone. Could the soy sauce face and the editor still be moving on the same rail?

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No, I've worked out the operation well enough.

I'm not going to knock you out of the front or anything.

Even the immortal king's son is with him in active duty.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

"Then I'll change my mind! I don't want to spend any time with you, even if it's a few days! So please, take me with you! And if you're going to die, I'm going to die with you!

…………

Estelle's enthusiasm echoes into the breasts of the virgins who have heard this.

I also helped with the pregnancy disturbance the other day and came to Zukun.

Doing so also raises a lively voice from other faces.

"How can you not raise your hand to this if it is a matter of humanity?" "Professor Journal, doesn't your Lord just want to experience space-time magic?" "Tanaka's husband, now I'm coming with you." "Finally, we can get mixed up in the story." "Um, I'll leave a message here..."

They can fully understand what they're saying. Even if it's a few days, memory is important. Although I don't understand how it works, the teacher's pocket watch loses his memory, except for the party, just like any other time machine.

Having an objective understanding of that fact and welcoming you under yourself is surely a very horrible decision. If I were in the same position, I would have hoped to follow. If that's what you remember with your loved ones, it's still there.

Professor Journal said, as he pushed the back of all those people.

"It's a magic prop for space-time, but isn't there actually a quorum?

Staring at the pocket watch that was lowered to the teacher's neck.

She responds to this with a dodgy look.

"Duh, why did you think that?

"'Cause we used to involve Phoenix toddlers, right?

"... um"

"As long as you get on the magic team that starts and emerges with the magic props, will you be recognized as an object? It's just that when you take the likes of Nong et al., it's gonna be tough the first time you take a leg. That's why I thought you might have cared."

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"Besides, your space magic could have moved everyone as long as they rode the magic formation. When I was moving, I couldn't even look at things like restrictions. I thought if I looked at time as an extension of space, I could treat it the same way."

The teacher who got stuck in words and shut up is cute too.

Apparently, you're right.

You have the same understandable personality.

I didn't even question Busamen about Mr. Bird. However, because he is small, and even more so because the teacher and the lorigon are small, I took the liberty of thinking that it was a weight-restricting clearance of the elevator.

"From what I've seen in the last couple of days, doesn't it seem like there's nothing you can't ride?" "It's a very cramped sight. Wow." "What happens if your body sticks out?" "Ugh, um, don't leave any room for debate on that. I want to avoid situations where only some of them will be taken" "Then I'll go with Osama too!

When this happens, the face of Dragon City is stubborn.

I'm sure you won't listen to us even if we do.

"I understand. Let's all make our way."

"Oh, come on!

After judging the soy sauce face, Dr. Editor spoke up.

Of course, let me explain it carefully.

"I apologize for the unsolicited suggestion, but let them have a spare piece of magic props. And if we fail to do so, we ask you to return to modern times. And I wonder if we can make sure it's as safe as possible."

"Well, that would be somewhat safe..."

"Of course I would never say it's impossible."

"Wow, okay. Nobody else. You say," Let's move on like that. "

"Thank you"

Apparently, the confrontation with the Immortal King is going to proceed with the participation of all.

And just after the story somehow got wrapped up.

"... why are we gathered in the middle of the night?

There was a sound coming from outside the window.

When I turn my consciousness toward you, it is the figure of Mr. Brown Lolita that floats outside the glass window. The way bright white hair floats in the darkness of the night is like a haunting. You let your body float in the magic of flight to see what's going on indoors.

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

"I saw the princess of the kingdom of Nipple fly out of town"

"... I see"

Apparently, he was witnessing the boy who left the mansion.

This is also just-time information.

She's still a deadbeat bitch, Gogol.

The fact that her current address is mid-way through the Lorrigon Tower and relatively high altitude would be the reason for her early discovery. Gogol looking out the window to Dragon City at night. What was she thinking at that time? Imagine feeling a little centimeter.

"Which way is she going, by the way?

"Headed south"

"Is it south..."

"But as soon as I went a little further, I was right down on the ground"

"I see."

He must have left town to get away from the crowd. If you mean you got off the ground, it looks like you're still likely to be located near Dragon City. I'm sure there's no other destination to go to, and I'll be sitting on the ground lonely by myself.

Virgins love such beautiful girls.

"Thank you, Mr. Rocco. Thanks to you for your help."

"Stick..."

Thanks to you, Boy, I've got eyes on the search.

I'm sure it won't take long.

That's how I circled my plans for future calculations, and I heard repeated questions from Gogol. Before a cool glance can be directed, there are face-to-face figures gathered in the reception room. From her point of view, it might look like she's being left out of company only by herself.

"By the way, what's this?

"Right......"

It is troublesome to talk in detail, and it is at times like this that we should make the most of her power, which is the Gogol tribe. Busamen, who approached the window frame in large part, unleashed this, as well as being in her range.

Gogol, Gogol.

Gogol has white hair, so he doesn't stand out even when he hangs a zamen, does he?

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Only when I want to tell you, I think I have thoughts that I can't convey.

"No, I should just tell him."

"Excuse me."

It's not like I'm doing it on purpose. However, if you think Gogol is reading your mind, it comes to you first, so what's the matter? Mental illness like that, like there was, like there wasn't. It smells very dangerous.

"... something I can't tell you?

"That's not true."

Either way, control is impossible.

Fong has rammed the power of the Immortal King. A maid of servants took this and rotted one arm. Maybe there's less time left than I initially thought. I have that history, and I'm going to go back in time and fight the Immortal King.

Of course we don't fight directly from the front. We plan to use Dr. Editor's space-time magic to fly to the future in a thousand years. Having taken into account the aims of the predecessors Immortal King, we have come to the conclusion that, henceforth, modernity will be unlikely to be affected. I'll think about it again in a thousand years.

Like that.

"... ok"

"Thank you"

However, will Gogol leave a message when this happens?

The magic formation is not that wide. It is difficult to secure a goggle distance on top of it. No, but there is no magical problem at the time the soy sauce face is accompanied, so transporting a piston might be fine.

Or have everyone somehow carried by a teacher, paired with a soy sauce face and Gogol.

"... ok, I'll wait"

"Huh? Is that okay?

"Fine, I'll wait"

It was easier for me to accept than I thought.

Could it have been that you cared for Busamen?

"I'm sure that's the right answer"

"Correct, is it?

"Yes."

I wonder if the correct answer is to take care of Busamen.

No, the nuances are odd for that.

It's kind of more mysterious than usual, Gogol.

"In any case, thank you for your attention"

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I don't know what the fine intentions are, but they definitely pulled me off a step. Let's be honest here and thank you. I think I'm really sorry that Gogol always gets stuck on these occasions.

If we get rid of one of the immortal kings safely, I want to talk a lot.

"All right, if you decide so, I'll give you a hand! Let's say we meet back here in half an hour. In the meantime, I will persuade the princess of the kingdom of Nipple with me and the man. Anyone have a problem with that?

I will not contest what Dr. Editor said.

It is us who have entered the second reading position until departure, pointing under the Immortal King.