Atelier Tanaka

When he regained consciousness, the blue sky was spreading over his head for some reason.

Until now, the soy sauce face was a basement site in the Granus Wetlands, in a boss room located quite deep in it, and should have been in contention with the Immortal King. I don't have to know if it's spatial magic, and only before and after time can I travel with spatial magic.

My spine got cold wondering if the immortal king had even let go of space magic anymore.

"Huh..."

Rise and shine.

Then a terrible pain ran in my left arm. It is a strong pain that causes tingling and paralysis from the inside of the meat. Think reflexively about exercising healing magic. But that's where I realize. What happened to the lasting restorative magic? At the point where things are visible, it seems that from the neck to the top it has already regained its original shape.

Consciousness turned to my left arm, where I felt my own pain.

Then the tip was rotten from the elbow.

Though it was the head injury that healed, the left arm protruding instead of the shield had rotted from the effects of touching the immortal king. Since when are you a zombie? I am jerking off to see the pus on my wound in a fast forward motion. Trouble is, it's spreading.

"Huh..."

Complete healing from neck to top, then rush to solve lasting healing magic

In response, the pain in the affected area improved slightly.

The expansion of zombification also stopped.

But the zombie state that has spread remains intact.

Like Dr. Editor, I know it would be nice if I cut it off thoughtfully, but this busamen is timid, so I hesitate. I was wondering if I could try the opera or after things settle down a little bit. He wants anesthesia if possible.

"You did a lot of imitation while you were in Ningen..."

I heard the Immortal King.

Turning his consciousness to the front, he appeared about a few meters apart. It floats about two or three metres from the ground with flying magic and pukapuka. I don't feel that the blue and white flame that lit the eye cave is gaining momentum or no heart.

"Apparently we won."

…………

A thousand years from now, the ruins of the Immortal King's underground are lost.

As if it had collided even with meteorites, a strip had been largely cratered. Thanks to this, the underground structure had almost disappeared. By the way, from between the ground, is it the extent to which the shards of the structure make a peek at your face?

We're across the street from each other in that deep neighborhood.

There is a blue sky overhead on the street.

The proper space-time magic was activated.

However, the surrounding environment appeared to be significantly altered.

"... you are a big deal, Ningen"

"I'm sorry to hear that."

After all, after a thousand years, one or two of the terrain will change easily. What is happening to Dragon City in this day and age? If I say I don't care, I lie. I just don't have the courage to go check that out with Busamen right now.

I just want to say goodbye to the bone man and go back to everyone.

…………

…………

But I can't think of a good goodbye word.

This is already disbanded, isn't it? Such a casual word is hard to say towards the face. Because the other guy, the lass boss who's been a bat now. The world of games, where you can decide to retreat with one escape command, is just a little enviable.

"Um, now I'm..."

It's like an off-duty opening that wasn't exciting.

Then it is the Immortal King who went on to say more or less what happened.

"Hmm, did I think about that?

"... you say?

"It's not all bad"

…………

In the wake of that strange saying, Busamen tilts his neck.

I don't think it's going to be easy because I flew in a thousand years. I assumed the extent to which I could hit him in eight strikes. Even though they have obtained some prior confirmation, even the other person will feel at that time.

At the drinking table, it's rude today, and only for bosses who say things like that, they can be the type of people who have the roots for what happens at the drinking table.

However, this Immortal King was more than a change ball.

"If you become the immortal king of the next generation, you will be able to see further heights."

"Huh..."

"What do you say? Don't you want power? It's a powerful force that overwhelms the Dragons."

The immortal king who complains the same as what he threw at each and every boy.

Because the whole body is bone, it is the expression that cannot be confirmed. I just don't feel like I'd be happy to be somewhere. It was apparently true that if he had succeeded the next generation, he would have told them everything was right.

Whatever it is, will it not be too straight to the mission?

I can still smell the virginity in there.

"My hope is to take over the king's power to the next generation..."

"I heard that earlier."

"One generation after another would be cheap for you. I'll die in peace again."

"No, I refuse your suggestion"

"No? Why? It's so powerful, isn't it?

There is no way you can accept it.

I don't like the power of this one, I can't help it, and I've been working so hard. We've all been haunting our heads. Even then, I'll give you something wonderful, I'll be in trouble even if I'm forced to feel like it.

To be honest, it's like the power of an immortal king or a resort apartment in a region where price destruction occurred with the bubble collapse. Even if you have it and you lose money, you have little to gain.

"It's too much power for me. Please speak to others in this day and age"

"Right..."

"Yes."

An immortal king who nods and shows in a sober way, somewhere.

This luckily begins the return journey Busamen.

All we have to do is start the pocket watch and go back to the waiting times for everyone. I feel like I've already finished a job. I just need to get back a thousand years ago and get Dr. Editor to squirm. The reward munchkin is waiting for her soy sauce face.

But the obsession toward the next generation of the Immortal King was not sweet enough to give that respite.

It was only a few moments before he behaved in a manner that made him behave.

The blue flame that lit its eye cave burned up mightily the next moment.

"Then I'll do my best, but I'll try to get you to inherit."

"Huh..."

Flying his body with flying magic, he quickly approaches suddenly beneath the busamen. As if a robotic animated manoeuvre weapon were approaching with a booster blown, a small skeleton flew in.

If you notice, the arms that have been swung up are looming to this day.

"Accept, my power"

"Huh..."

The soy sauce face is the same again, magically floating around and dodging the body.

However, the wielded arm was wrapped with black fog, which plundered his leg. I kept standing on my left arm earlier, and now I have a severe pain running down my right ankle. It's like you've frustrated your bones. To the extent that he was normally beaten, it doesn't hurt this much either.

Reflectively, if you look at how things are going, you're probably zombied.

"Did you miss it?"

…………

I don't think I missed it. It would have sucked if I hadn't run away.

He dies before he succeeds to the power of the Immortal King.

Even though my left arm alone is in trouble.

"Does it hurt? If you want to open up from that pain, you can take over my power."

"I refuse"

It's like an apartment sales perseverance calling me to work.

I can't afford to be setting up a pocket watch because of it. I can't match the needle to the scale. I don't even have a reprieve to turn my consciousness to at hand. I miss the map app that determines where you're going with speech recognition, different world. If I stay like this, I will be forcibly inherited from the throne.

An undead who is good at healing magic or something is definitely a loss.

"Wait, Ningen"

"In this situation, who waits, so it's awesome"

Soy sauce faces flying around with all their might under a clear blue sky with no clouds.

The bone man chases around behind it.

Now at least if they were cute girls like the Demon King, I would have enjoyed this busamen somewhat too. Maybe you'll get caught, if you get caught, they'll do terrible things, that kind of danger must have elevated your mood.

In Soapland, you don't have to wear rubber because you're drinking pills, or if you're whispered in your ear, this virgin thinks you're going to get similar emotions. Reason feels swayed by the balance of pleasure and STD waiting ahead, absolutely excited.

But the opponent doesn't have a shard of meat on him, Skeleton.

It is like being hooked up to a stranger, Osama, even in a gelo, on the street.

"Yeah, I'm just jumping around."

"Naturally."

Flying through the sky with flying magic, the soy sauce face emits heels. The subject is the Immortal King, not himself. During the meeting for the reunification of the southern countries that came in the kingdom of Cherry, it is a response in memory of one that has melted in drool by hanging restorative magic on the undead delegates.

"Colour, healing magic"

…………

However, bone people aren't going to melt that easily.

Though I had come to hear a painful groan, I saw no change in appearance when it came to this. Then let the sustained healing magic loose. Then, only slightly, a change appeared in the appearance of the Immortal King.

One of the many bones, part of the brachial bone, had a crack in it.

"... you still have a lot of time to be human."

"Apparently, heels work for the undead."

That was just it.

After a few seconds, the interval during which the magic is lost is lost. Originally, the effects that should last as long as this one wants have disappeared. There must have been some kind of magical attack on the immortal king's flesh. It's originally magic for restorative use, and maybe it's weak in that respect.

When this happens, both healing magic and fireball are treated the same way.

Targeting and tracking may be just a little easier for the former compared to the latter, as detailed work is not required. However, it is nevertheless difficult to overlap the number of times. It is especially difficult to avoid the black mist that is expected to kill a blow.

How much would you have flown around like that?

It is in the midst of repeated ascents and descents, with a series of sustained healing magic. The ground unexpectedly burst as it dropped altitude to a position close to the ground. That's exactly what the soy sauce face is now facing. The wall gnawed to disturb this flight.

"Become..."

"You hung up."

In an instant my vision was blocked.

It only took a few moments to understand what had happened.

And that little time was deadly.

Busamen had collided from head to head on the impending wall until now if he realized it. Be the feather that hits Gatsun and his head hard. It got dark in front of me even though I didn't take it apart and get space magic or space-time magic. At the same time, I have severe pain in my neck.

It is a stonewall.

"Gotcha."

"Huh..."

I had the feeling of being grabbed by my ankle.

It is brought down to the ground as it is.

When my vision returned again, there was a bone man's face on the front.

And it's up.

Furthermore, the positional relationship between the two is horseback riding and riding.

Wouldn't that suck?

Busamen's precious riding virgin, taken from me by a bone man.

At first I decided to play with the vertical roll.

"I entrust you with the power of the Immortal King."

Under the soy sauce face lying down, a magic formation rises on the ground.

This is the one I saw when I signed with Fong.

The immortal king has truly begun to inherit the throne.

They're not cute girls, it's hard from the bottom of my heart.

"Knock..."

"Accept it. If you're done, it's not surprisingly bad"

That kind of dialogue, I want you to stop because I remember about the shota dick. Moreover, the situation of horseback riding adds to the intensity that this is still possible. At the time, it is reminiscent of the feeling of the male Bello, who ran endlessly through Busamen's cavity.

I mean, it's same-sex certified on its own, but which is the gender of the Immortal King. If one looks at it, one may be able to judge it from the shape of the skeleton, but Busamen, who are oblivious to the knowledge of their hands, have no idea.

No, bones are bones anyway.

I don't like the strong feeling of being eaten into the meat.

"Yuku."

There was a reaction around his chest, as the Immortal King muttered. Every once in a while, something glowing, round, spherical emerges. When this is embedded in the body, it is sunny and the next generation of immortal kings confirmed. It is genuinely pinch.

Even if I scratch the algae desperately, it's like I can't move.

That and this is INT a little luxurious, so if you get grabbed, you have no hands or feet, which is the status situation of the soy sauce face. In the midst of a dispute with the Demon King, I miss the time when INT and VIT were inverted and in a yike state under the magic of Mercedes' meat potty.

No, wait. That's it.

If you get even one point of that magic...

"That's unusual."

"Huh!?

It was an arrow-tipped event that contemplated plunging skill points into gang rape magic.

I overheard my voice echoing from nowhere.

I think so, someone who has flown with tremendous momentum dropkicks into the head of the Immortal King. The compression that was on the belly of the virgin disappeared softly. Immediately afterwards, the man descends into the earth stuffed and magnificent, letting his cloak shine in the wind.

The guy with the kicked bone on the other hand blows from right to left. Dozens of meters at a distance. Keep away from rolling the ground at the bottom of the crater. This one I was watching was flying enough to make me feel better.

"I'm a little late, but, well, good because I made it"

It was the first face I saw.

Look at the soy sauce face lying on your back and let it speak pale.

"... Um, who is it?

Besides, he's handsome.

It feels painful and is about a shota of elementary school. I am really jealous of the mash short that is twinkling in a natural way even though there is no indication that it has been mounted and waxed etc. I don't know if this is a business for young roots, but I'm going to be jealous.

"Long time no see, Ningen"

…………

Even if they say it's been a while, this one doesn't know their faces.

Well, who is it?

If there is a hint, it means his body is white from top to bottom. It is the skin hidden in the garment that may be known, but only to the extent that it is thus visible to the eyes, it is a pathological whiteness that does not see one spot. That's the same for my hair.

And the only exception is the color of the eyes.

Her bright red eyes moved giggly, looking down at Busamen.

You may have found out who they are.

"I see. Are you the contemporary Demon King?"

"You know what? I didn't even name you, but you know me?

"I feel inconsistent with what I'm saying."

"You probably don't know me yet."

"Even if so, I remember your characteristic appearance."

"... right"

Apparently the Demon King of the next era is a man. Besides, you call yourself me or something, a boy in middle school or so. How shocking. Wearing a crisp shirt, he looks like an aristocratic cape. Even more of a shortbread on the knee.

He is dressed like Mr. Nannuzzi or something that seems so delightful.

It's so hard when a Lori kid is bedridden by a shota like this. I am the type of demon king that I don't want to introduce to Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi by mistake. If it's going to come true, I want to leave it with the deputy representative of the school city, female fallen, and render it harmless as a male.

With that said, I can't remember the name of that deputy, not long ago.

I'm sorry, but I'm a little happy. I want to weather my memory like this.

"You think he's the demon king of this era?

That's how the bone man came back beneath us.

You're staring at this one, separated by about a few meters.

"That's the thing, the immortal king of old times"

"How do you know me?

"I was asked to visit this place at this time. Someone who owes me money has moved through time with the Immortal King, and he wants me to help him because this is going to be a big deal in the land. If you take a leg, it's a lot worse."

"... I see, you mean the future is already changing"

After the words of the next demon king, the immortal king whined to himself.

Indeed it is.

In the knowing future of soy sauce faces, as of a hundred years later, Dragon City was already contaminated with zombies, and Bo, who succeeded the immortal king's throne, was pulling into the dark continent. Furthermore, the soy sauce face and the editor will fall after the fall. No one will ask the next demon king for anything.

"It has nothing to do with the past or the future. All I have to do is pay back what my countrymen owe me."

However, the dialogue of the future Demon King reveals some concerns.

What do you owe me?

I don't remember making a loan to the Demon King. Rather, it's a reunion I don't care if you're buying grudges because you're unilaterally butchering an earlier demon king. If Busamen's understanding is correct, they should be reincarnated with more or less the memory of their predecessors.

Who told you to do it and take you so far?

"Um, what the hell do you owe me..."

"It's a dumb ass wipe done by an earlier demon king."

…………

I looked at it in a hurry, but I have no idea.

But if you're going to help me, it's kind of you, and let's just say you're in trouble. If the current words are correct, this demon king will be a calculation that is a thousand years old from his reincarnation. It's not Kimorongue's word, but it must be quite grown up.

Maybe, maybe it will.

"Thank you, Sakari."

"Say thank you to those who moved me."

"What do you mean?

"It's a strange ningen that can follow a high-ranking demon clan, curled with hair."

"I see."

I can't think of anyone with curly hair with demons or anything other than vertical rolls.

I wonder what kind of interaction there was between her and the next demon king. I am very concerned about how it happened, although I think it is a future event more than the times we live in. What encounters and disturbances will ensue beneath her from now on?

This virgin has a duty to keep an eye on the membrane.

"Sorry for the rush, but I'd like to ask the Demon King for help."

Naturally, that's why I'm here.

"Thank you. Very helpful."

The next demon king's intrusion made the war situation two-on-one.

Wouldn't you be able to push it back to a breath like this?

The heart you were about to give up has been rejuvenated by the advent of your allies. Just for a few seconds, if you were able to earn a reprieve for exercising space-time magic, that's how you win. I don't think it's ever a bad bet.

If the soy sauce face had left this era, the Immortal King would also give up his impossible inheritance.

It was going on with such a story.

You're the next immortal king.

"No, yes, but I will return to the past."

In response to Busamen's dialogue, the bone man moved.

Fly by the magic of flight, heading beneath us side by side and fast approaching. In contrast, it was the next demon king who stepped out to shelter his soy sauce face. Sit back and welcome the imminent bone man.

Since then, the place of struggle has been combined with an attack in two.

The soy sauce face starts the pocket watch early and tries to get back in time.

There is no need to defeat the Immortal King.

However, this is quite difficult.

The magic flies instantly from the Immortal King as he tries to match the needle to the scale. Moreover, it can be a black fog that zombies the human body. It is a vicious moya that zombies the area in question, even if only slightly plundered.

I guess the opponent is seriously attacking me too. I'm sure if you let him inherit the title of Immortal King, he can look like a zombie or something. I think it's good to be faithful to your purpose, but turning it to your enemies is extremely annoying.

So the soy sauce face hurries and tries to leave the front.

"Excuse me, I'm going to take a distance"

"Just do it! This man is surprisingly strong."

Fly magically out of battle zone.

But apparently, the bone man was fighting the Demon King, figuring out what was going on here. When you fly away from your opponent, you release a black mist to block your destination. How eye-catching.

Depending on your location, you can beat the crap out of me when I drop you on the ground. Thanks to this it is also difficult to take off the place of contention. Are you saying you're used to fighting this kind of thing? I've been talking to active duty for hundreds of years about Dr. Editor, but I'm very concerned about my real age.

The oldest hunch in some cases.

"Huh..."

"I told you, we have to miss it"

Shortly after flying, he was turned to the immortal king who beat the demon king to death.

As for seeing a series of things, his helper, he's also a sinister face.

And apparently the next generation of demon kings is not the type to be very concerned about. As Busamen flew and fled and were caught up repeatedly, his voice flew loudly scolding him as to whether his patience was finally coming to its limit.

"Hey, just run. Yikes! How long have you been doing this?

"Sorry to bother you, but could you please do some space magic or something?

"Ba, say idiot, they will target you while you deploy your magic formation!

"Even if they told me to run away in those circumstances..."

"Gu......"

Space magic has quite a time lag from the time the magic formation was born until the magic actually acted and the place moved. It's just like space-time magic. And this busamen has just been beaten one more shot than the other because of its time difference, in the exercise of space-time magic.

"Why don't you just give up? Ningen."

…………

I have extra skill points, but I can't think of a decision hit about this.

I don't think you'll find it that way, like the healing magic you're kansting or special moves that surpass fireballs. Even if it exists, it is necessary to insert the majority of the remaining skill points. It is a very thrilling bet that if it fails, it will be until then.

Well, I can't even think of a good idea to prevent black fog.

"Holy shit!

"Still coming, my next demon king."

To miss the soy sauce face, the Demon King challenges the Immortal King.

Between the two without being able to tolerate their hair, intense strife resumes. It's a busy sight to try shooting beam-like magic, trying flesh-bomb warfare, flying around the sky with flying magic, or even this. A boulder is a pussy battle between kings.

There's no room for Busamen to get in all this time either.

Is it to the extent of typing in healing magic and fireballs from behind at best?

Plus, one or a skeleton outsider, and one or a beautiful looking shotta. Unlike before, it's a very picturesque sight because you're not in a naked middle age or anything. One day, I shall not dream of it. They both seem to be King's style.

Thanks to it, as it were, the strife in the area showed signs of continuity.

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[Sophia perspective]

It's been awhile since I sent the Tanakas out.

The more time passes, the more anxious you are all beginning to feel. Especially Master Estelle and others, who can't stay or stand, are fluttering over there without doing anything, fluttering over here, walking around.

"Hey Liz, I wonder if you'd settle down a little bit?

"And you don't have a choice. No, I'm worried!

The maid is also worried.

The first thing that comes to mind is what Mr. Elf said when he was thrown away. If we don't get back by sundown, I want you to go back to the old days and destroy the magic props.

Mr. Tanaka is with you, so I don't think it's rare.

"Huh, I'm back, bye-bye!

"What!?

That's how Professor Journal was raised.

I was caught and heard Master Farren.

Just a little away from where we stand, you can see the magic formations floating. Probably Mr. Elf's magic. They say that everything is a magic called spatial magic, a very convenient magic that allows you to move places in an instant.

One by one, we will be on the run, heading under the magic formation.

Then the maid stared ahead, and there appeared a hoot of people.

Mr. Elf and Mr. Dragon, plus the appearance of the Princess of the Kingdom of Nipple. However, I can't see Mr. Tanaka for any reason only. Where has my husband gone?

"Oh, that? I wonder what happened to him!?

Best of all, Master Estelle said.

It was Mr Elf who answered.

"I'm sorry, I want the magic props I kept back! That man and the Immortal King flew away together until a thousand years later! We have to follow him back to the same time and help him get back!

"Get it out of here! Come on! '

"Hey, hey, I hope you don't rush me."

The two of us tell you, Master Vertical Roll will give you a pocket watch lowered around your neck.

Will Mr. Elf, who has this in his hand, rush to check the scale? And my voice also nodded loudly when I checked where the needle would direct me. The look you were looking anxious about brings back a little laughter shortly afterwards.

"Okay, the destination is definitely in a thousand years"

Of all the two demonic props, Master Vertical Roll said it was spare. And as long as they are both in sync with the position of the needle and present at the same time, when one moves, the other moves again, pointing to the same scale?

I received such an explanation from Mr Elf.

'Then we'll go fast. Huh! Come on!'

"Ugh, um"

"I won't even take an unconsciousness next time. Be sure to get the Earl of Tanaka back!

Apparently, Mr. Tanaka was safely sent the Immortal King a thousand years later.

In the process, you must have also made your way to a thousand years later together. In order to travel through time, someone needs to use a pocket watch, so I don't think I can help it if I say I have no choice.

"Hey, wait a minute! Then I want you to take me with you.

"Am I right? Don't want to come all this way and wait again, huh?

Master Estelle and Mr. Vertical Roll eat and hang on the three sides.

With the addition of faces like Dear Farren and Professor Journal, and even Mr. Gonzalez, Mr. Ashley and the Brave Men of the West, the boulder girlfriends can't go under either. But is it something that can fulfill and get us all through the magic formation?

"Okay, then you should stop by. Must be critical."

You will all gather under her according to what Mr. Elf has said.

It's the distance your skin and skin come into contact with each other.

It's Gyu-goo.

"Hey, let it, it's narrow!? My tail's cramped."

"It's been a while, so bear with me for a while"

"Guru......"

"Okay, well, then, we're gonna use space-time magic!

Along with Mr. Elf's voice, it sounded kachin and dry.

Must be the sound of pressing the button on your pocket watch.

Shortly after that, it sounded unintentionally like the vertical roll voice.

"By the way, I have one question."

"Hey, what?

"It's time for you to drop him off and the Immortal King and then use space-time magic like this, but I'm glad you didn't reflect it in that magic device? It's not a big interval, so I don't think I care that much."

"Shit!

Mr. Elf's cry resonates loudly in the wetlands of Granus.

At the next moment, the maid's vision darkened.