Atelier Tanaka

The next day, a letter arrived under me.

I was tired of everything yesterday, and today is the event of an arrowhead who thought about spending an entire day gobbling up and resting.

"... a gathering order?

The sender had become an Adventurer's Guild.

If I opened the seal, there was a pale statement there that the adventurers would be summoned as civilians. If you flip it, there will be a line of thought with the Adventurer Alliance terms in other small letters.

Everything belongs to the Alliance. Adventurers are conscripted when things happen.

"Oh, come on, me too."

Yesterday, when Estelle confessed to me, it never seemed to be another HR.

Rather, considering the possibility of a front-line feed, this one would be far more pinch.

They say if you don't join in on anything, your adventurer guild registration will be permanently erased. Furthermore, depending on the situation, there are penalties.

I didn't know there was such a rule. The clerk is a tough, mouthless Macho father, and he doesn't have any welfare benefits, and the Adventurer's Guild is a black extreme.

Let's ignore him, don't even think about it. That said, working via the Adventurer Alliance is the only cash income you can earn yourself. It's not a good idea to look at your future life that makes you unfamiliar here.

More importantly, I have the magic of restoring God's mark. If only this existed, one or two of the battlefields would be overcome. There will never be more monsters than Christina. So far, as far as I know myself, the demonic nobility is humanity's strongest.

"... I can't help it."

I don't want to go, but I have to.

Let's hope they're assigned somewhere safe with the rear guard hope.

"In the meantime, do we even go to the guild"

Sophia, who's out in the laundry, told me to put a brush on it.

He threw his wallet into his trouser pocket and left the dorm behind.

◇ ◆ ◇

Walking in the tourist mood through the town of Calis, the capital, arrived at the Adventurer's Guild for a while.

Don is the matchy Osama I remember talking to the receptionist about when.

I can't find anyone else on the other side of the counter, no way to get there, head down to him and walk like that. Other than me, letters seemed to have been delivered, and the place was full of adventurers. It is extremely painful.

The faces usually involved in the conversation now speak to a serious expression. From time to time, I even fly across angry voices, so I get the emotional feeling that, I see, war does really start, etc.

"Excuse me, I've been ordered to conscript..."

"Oh, some kind of mocha bastard"

The boulder has a soy sauce face and a good memory of the person.

If they arrange a nomination or something with a portrait, you're out in one shot.

Let's live with care for our own sociality in the future.

"Yes. I'd like you to let me know if you have the necessary procedures, etc."

"... Damn, he's really crazy."

"What's wrong?

"Nothing. Yikes. The carriage to Trichris will be leaving soon. Get on with it."

The guild's doorway is ahead of you, which was casually pointed at your thumb.

On the boulder. That's unexpected.

Because he didn't even have one of the bags.

I can't even get a change of underwear.

"Are you leaving like this? I'm not ready for anything..."

"That, that, and this, is almost a reach from above. Supplies will be distributed locally"

"I see..."

What hands-on.

I also want Japanese companies with heavy hips to fry and drink nail dirt.

"I've only been told to bring people here. It's been fifteen years since the Alliance's Adventurers have been gathered. These days, skirmishes seem to be on a big scale."

"Have you known your neighbor for a long time?

"Well. It's a parliamentary system over there and a monarchy over here. Exotics like Omae won't know, but Penny and Pussy have always been related."

"You did, didn't you"

The fact that adventurers belonging to the Alliance are given the obligation to conscript would also be the reason around it.

"But you, you've been calm enough. Do you have any experience with battlefields?

"No, this is my first time..."

"Is it not realistic? Well, if you get over there, you'll understand."

"Really?

I don't give a shit about developments like war movies.

"I guess Temehe can use healing magic?

"Yes."

"If you don't want to die, it's about taking advantage of your stunts and standing around well. It wouldn't be so easy to get screwed if you were also assigned to cover the supply unit. Conversely, if it's front-line support, unless you're as good at directing it, then 20-30% won't be good."

"... I see"

"What do you think of these eyes of mine?

Osama points his right eye at his index finger and asks.

Are you proud of yourself for being handsome? Give me a break.

"Is that an eye? I don't know about it..."

I'm super jealous of Binoculars and stuff.

"Fifteen years ago, the conscript ate the flashing magic of enemy soldiers and lost sight of them."

"... Oh really?"

Don't let me down.

I mean, all of a sudden, it's a heavy topic.

"With one eye, it's your word. All the people I was partying with died without any fruit in their hectic pursuit. We're having a Rank B party, right? The woman who was planning to fuck him once got caught, got fucked, and ended up in Dharma and died."

…………

The air of the guild is giddy on the street.

I'm sure not many of them escaped.

I'd have gone mad without restorative magic, too.

Estelle, do you really work for the castle?

I'd really like to see a tundra full of semen that's gang-raped with Dharma specs, or something. Beh, I didn't become a Dharma for you! That's right.

But, well, after all this friendship, you resist boulders. To the extent that I am satisfied with the five bodies and want them to be safe.

"That's why, well, careful."

"... thanks for the advice"

But don't get the best out of raping a female soldier by multiplying the mess on the battlefield.

I'm starting to feel a little edgy.

I love the porn stories in that hand. It would be good if the opium fell.

"Oops, looks like it's time for the carriage to leave"

People's voices echo in the streets in front of the Alliance.

Says, I'm leaving.

Many others will rise from their seats. Sometimes he kicks his desk and chair legs and leaves. Isn't he always upset? Perhaps those who challenged this occasion for reasons similar to their own.

It's still a world unfriendly to the poor.

"Bye."

"Oh, yes."

Father Macchio dropped me off, and I'm out again.

Join strange adventurers on a ride to the carriage.

All the way, Estelle was transported to the territory to be ruled.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

Oh, my God. Mr. Tanaka has been conscripted.

"Duh, what shall we do..."

On the boulder. This is confusing. Perhaps you know what's going on, Estelle, and if you visit your room, you've already been transferred to the territory. You can't go wrong because that's what Rebecca told me when they were cleaning up your room.

What shall we do?

What shall we do?

What shall we do?

No, you won't.

"... you can't help but panic"

Let's just say we get some lunch to calm down.

You're Mr. Tanaka, who will even defeat the dragon, so I'm sure you'll be fine. You will be back soon to fulfill your duties. Until then, I'm sure it's the right choice to get a full taste of the freedom between the bundles.

It's a good word to say that you're feeling well in the absence of the pavilion owner, but that's exactly right. It means you can have a leisurely maid life thanks to it. Speaking of whether it's that hard now, Mr. Tanaka has no care at all, so it's much easier than when I'm at home.

"Whatever it is, let's go get some rice in the kitchen"

What's for dinner today?

Yesterday's steak was very delicious.

I put Tanaka back on the table in the living room, as she wrote down, and now I'm going to turn my consciousness to the front door. Flip the skirt of the maid of honor around vigorously. Right.

It happened right after that.

"Excuse me! Mr. Tanaka! Mr. Tanaka!

Something made the front door noisier. In addition to the voice calling my husband's name, I hear him banging on the door hard with Don. It's the momentum that makes you want to call a guard in some situations. Wow, you're about to look at the ground level.

I just remembered that voice.

"Ah, Master Allen!?

Definitely. This voice is Master Allen.

Not if you're eating rice.

"Ha, ha! I'm coming!

I rushed to the front door.

In the meantime, don't forget to tone your hair with your hands. The maid clothes also pin the wrinkles to make sure the collar fits nicely. I've been dealing with all Mr. Tanaka lately, so it's been a bit of a good addition.

"Mr. Tanaka! Excuse me, Saito!

By the way, Dear Allen, I've been calling myself Saitou since yesterday, is this a punishment game or something? That doesn't sound like a person's name. Somehow, but I feel the same way about Mr. Tanaka.

"I'll open it immediately."

Unlock it and open the door.

Then, on the side of the hallway, oh, it's Master Allen.

Dear Allen in armor, it's so cool.

Another thrill dominates Mr. Tanaka's chest than putting this in his rice. I'm sure this is what love is all about. Sweat begins to seep through your armpits from tension. If you're asked who the latter is, you'll still have your doubts.

"Is that it? You are..."

"Also, I'm sorry, Master Allen. As a maid of honor at this school, we take care of Mr. Tanaka."

"I see. Did you?"

"Yes."

Don't get me wrong. The excuse for this hand has to be basically decided first. Running between men and women is unacceptable, just in case. Now that Master Estelle has been separated from Master Allen, I'm sure there's a slight possibility for me, too.

And Mr. Tanaka is currently away.

It's a situation with no more.

You'd expect a little.

Dear Allen, you look pretty quick.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sophia, but I'd like to confirm one thing."

"What is it?

"Where's Mr. Tanaka?

"If it was Mr. Tanaka, everything was headed to war or something"

"... is that right, after Mr. Tanaka was already on his way"

Dear Allen, who groans briefly and drops his cut glances underfoot.

Coolest.

I can't stand it.

Who's going to get out?

"Then Estelle was away too..."

"I saw this from my maid Rebecca, who told me that Master Estelle had also left the capital within yesterday. I was in a lot of a hurry, so I was wondering if maybe it was proceeding accordingly."

"Oh... my God, I think about myself all the time, I think about her!

Perhaps with the news of war as your ear, without being there or standing. They've been running extensively, and sweat is all over my forehead and neck muscles. Something smells so good. Isn't this the type of scent that resonates with you again?

"... Dear Allen"

Dear Allen, you're a really good man, aren't you?

You must be thinking of Master Estelle, looking like she's about to cry out now, eating up her crisp, beautifully lined bright white teeth. I'd like to see your face like this pointed at me, too.

"Thank you, thank you for the information."

"Yes, what, don't even!

You're working hard here.

"Um, if you don't mind, with a cup of tea!

"No, I'm sorry. I think I'll be leaving for Trichris soon."

"Oh, really..."

It's a quick defeat.

There are no islands to attach.

Master Estelle, it's strong.

It's boulder.

Even though you're younger than me, you're a complete loser as a person.

"Thank you. One day I'll get this thank you right."

"Oh, no, thank you very much."

"Well, excuse me."

"Ah, yes..."

With a knightly bow, Master Allen left the hallway on the run.

The sound of kicking the floor of the boot will also ring early and inaudible.

…………

I dropped him off until I couldn't see him, and then I closed the front door.

I feel a little lonely.

"... shall we have dinner?"

Something seems busy, gentlemen.

◇ ◆ ◇

The atmosphere of the carriage was very uneventful during the journey.

That's a carriage with prostitutes heading to the battlefield. Naturally.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, a runaway adventurous teenager who keeps squealing. A wizard-like woman in a robe, in her twenties, completely depressed and laying her face down in a gym seat. A middle-aged man with a shivering lip armor who barks vibrantly with full air energy. And so on.

It is a colourful sign of war yesterday today.

…………

I was optimistic when I heard it was a conflict near the border, not to mention a war.

It seems to have been an error.

Whether it's a total battle infused with all the power of the country or a skirmish near the border, it's equally a battlefield for the humans who are headed there. It may have been an affront to the fact that the visual work of the hand had been reminiscent of the scenery.

Damn, womanadventurers trembling in fear are adorable.

I'm going to rape you with all my heart.

Fully proficient in teenage girls in gable trembling robes.

And now the current target continues to be a woman who can calm herself down with a horseradish on the front. The appearance age seems to be about twenty years old, Mr. Glamorous with big breasts, milk and ass. Wearing her stronghold in light armor made of metal, she would be the person in a warrior position, as shown by the Great Sword placed beside her.

Long silver hair stretched down to the waist and lustrous brown skin are very sexy. The crisp fishing eye tends to have high points. He's about a hundred and seventy tall, too. As a woman, it's pretty good. Is it the guy who has pointy ears, commonly known as Dark Elf? As for the others, they seem relatively calm. Is this what Guild Macho calls battlefield habit?

…………

Because I wear underwear, I can only worship my skin from the neck to the top. Thank you very much for the inexplicable upper-boin milk, the cheap ass, and the munchy fat crotch stirring up the man's inferiority. After all, brown skin is a good thing. I don't feel like I'm going to be able to see you.

…………

Oh, my God, would it have been bad to have looked at it jizzily?

Unexpectedly, she turned to me.

Eyes and eyes.

…………

I'm the Gentleman, pretending to be nature and getting this out of the way.

In contrast, she opened her mouth to a wild woman.

"Whoa, did you just start? Look at Girosilo and people."

"Huh..."

Ugh, I'm tangled up.

I guess I'm worried about boulders.

"Why don't you do something about it? You mocha bastard."

"Also, I'm sorry. You were so beautiful..."

If it was the Sakyo line in the morning, you'd be out in one shot.

Shit. Guilty. Guilty. Shit.

Isn't it safe to just watch?

"Is that unusual? There's a dark elf out there fighting people."

"No, that's not why"

"You can laugh if you want. I have nowhere else to go. I'll kill a lot of people at best. Oh, just like me with these hands, a chunk of meat with no place to go..."

…………

This elf is critical with this elf, too.

Reminds me of one day's editor teacher.

I have not boarded with Dada to Donadona No. 1.

After Car 2, by the way.

It just goes on for a few cars.

"... is something wrong?

If it was the Sakyo Line in the morning, they would have called the police on the fast track. It would have been an arrest without question. As long as they curse some here, however. Further communication rewards included. I love the easy-going part about relationships between men and women like that.

All this talk with beautiful women, even 10,000 yen an hour over there is suspicious.

Cospa, that's good, this world.

"Can't you see this?

"... Yes?

She squeaks when she points her neck at her thumb.

It's equipped with something like a collar.

"I don't know, it's a nice design choker"

"Are you kidding me? It's a sign of slavery."

…………

Barked.

Slave. Slave.

"I am a slave to guild management. Originally an adventurer, he was embedded by his companions and now even deprived of his freedom. If it was normal, it would have been better to deal with it than the others, but I'm not kidding."

"I see."

Apparently, it matched a forced march by letting the collar say things.

That would be grumpy, too.

"That said, if you had registered as an adventurer, I think you would have been convened sooner or later. It's only been a little over ten days since I signed up, but I still got a conscription order letter."

I don't think I delivered it to the school dorm often.

If you are an atelier who has fulfilled various procedures, you still have questions about how you identified the address of your new home. Or did it spill out of the area because I had told Allen and Dr. Editor? Or was the administrative procedure for school admission extended to the Adventurers Guild?

"When that happens, we just run away. Why do elves have to fight for people?"

"Really?

"Ha! Naturally. Ugh. People should kill each other on their own!

"I see..."

Emotions that come from racial differences seem mighty in this world. I thought it might be somewhat loose because of the wide variety of races around it, like the ones with ears and feathers, but that never seemed to happen.

"That said, if you can't escape that contention, oh, I'll kill you. As you wish, I'll kill you. It cleaves even one human with this hand."

"... but good luck"

I haven't slaved to Dada.

The resentment she turns against humans seems profound.

…………

But a slave?

What a good sound. Slave. This will have to be bought once the conscription has made a paragraph. Instead, why haven't I thought about it before? Blonde Lori beautiful girl meat potty slave. You miss me only, you love me only, you serve me only, such a young and adorable virgin sex slave.

…………

Um, its intentions and good.

The balance of mind starts leaning from Sophia to the blonde Lori girl meat potty slave. Whatever. Blonde, Lori. Beautiful girl, meat, potty slave. It's the most valuable thing in the world. It's Lori's hall. Those twelve letters alone can be geared from Sage Mode to Full Bocchi.

There are still about two hundred gold coins left. Since the house is enough to buy, I'm sure one or two slaves can handle it. Oh, yeah. Maybe it would be a good idea to buy two. Sisters and meat potty, isn't that great?

Sister bowl most powerful legend.

I feel my desire to get in while licking increases.

Greedy, I'm sorry I haven't been joining you up and down.

"Oh, good. Very good."

It's rolling.

It's fucking rolling.

"... what's so good about this situation? You look disgusting."

"Yes, no, it's nothing. And my face is original."

"Hmm......"

This is not a war.

You just have to finish your military service and go for a slave auction.

I'm a little motivated.

◇ ◆ ◇

The problem occurred on the morning of the third day on the road.

One of the adventurers went mad in the carriage that kept moving. There was no busy conversation between the passengers, and they were all swayed to the carriage to bend over. Looks like he was mentally broken on a trip to the battlefield pale.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

The visit goes with the high eccentricity.

Everyone looks up at him for something.

Ahead of the attention turned, there was the sudden appearance of a man standing up. From the point of wearing a robe and holding a cane in its hand, it doesn't seem to make a mistake to be a wizard. I was in my mid-twenties when I was old. He's a refreshingly good-looking guy with the same color eyes on his middle meat back, short, pruned brown hair.

"I'm sorry! I absolutely hate dying in war!

And what thoughts thou mayest think, and turn unto thy side, the staff that is in thy hand.

"Hey, this is Temee!

Side by side, a middle-aged man, supposedly as old as himself, a warrior-inspired adventurer dressed in light armor made of metal he wanted to be comfortable with, grabbed that arm abusively with his hips down on the floor.

The youth then reacted badly and heavily to this.

"Me, me, don't touch me!

That was the beginning.

A young man's wand is waved.

The top blew off the shoulder of the man who grabbed his arm at the same time.

Maybe something firebally burst.

"Hey..."

Just a splatter before you arrive on the battlefield. Chicks and torn flesh and finely crushed bones splash. Fragments of parts of the human body that may not be found anywhere fall under his feet as he hits his cheeks slightly.

Seriously, give me a break.

I could have put up with the girl's flesh.

Another girl sitting next to me. Hope to retake.

The man who was shot died instantly. The flesh, which had lost its top from its shoulders, remained in a hip-down position on the floor, dosari, making a noise and falling to the front. It stops moving even when it tingles. No healing will be possible unless the sparkling invincible mode is switched on beforehand.

Throw that figure under your feet, and the youth continue to make claims.

"If it was enough to go to war, I'd still rather sell fights to the dragons! I'm going home! We're leaving. Huh!? Listen to no one! Go home and have a happy family with Josephine!

Who is it, Josephine?

You're instigating virginity, you handsome man.

They're gonna catch us. We're gonna get caught doing everything we can. Damn it.

"Please put your cane away. It's dangerous to use magic in places like this."

Attempt to negotiate both on the raven and on the corner.

Stand up on the spot and face each other from the front. Stimulating poorly can take the same path as a middle-aged warrior this way. It is an exchange that is spreading both hands to the left and right, as well as appealing to harmlessness with a smile. I feel like a lot of this lately.

"Oh, you, too, don't want to die! You don't like it!?

"I hate that..."

Then I should have ignored the conscription order or something.

Perhaps the cautious, so weakness that could not be ignored, came here and collapsed.

"Then you run away. Yikes! This is where you'll always be!

"How do you escape?

"You are the only person in the Alliance! Kill him and the chaser will come.

"I don't think there's any point in it being on the record that you ran away. Isn't this how you responded to the conscription in order to remain a member of the Alliance? If you run away, it's all water bubbles."

Well, this Nietzhan already killed one Osama.

Though I don't think the road left is anything more than a run across the wilderness.

"Oh, I don't know that! If you go to another country, you won't have a problem!? No, you don't have to do that, if you decide you've been attacked by bandits along the way. If you seal the mouth of the Alliance people, there's no leaking anywhere else!

"Well, indeed..."

"Ha ha, how about that! This would be perfect. Ugh!?

"I hope the same can be done for those who lead the subsequent carriage,"

"Oh, so from me, do me a favor, you guys!

To a very desperate shape, the appeal of the youth.

"This is the time, come on, help me! You keep taking the carriage and running all the way to the countries of the Union! That way we'll be free! If you're going to end up as an adventurer, you still don't like being sent to battlefield to die in the wild for convenience above!?

Tofu mentals barking to lead the way around. Except for the odd noise and madness in the earthen pit, you're a good head rounder. What a guy from the fire. When I get sued so desperately for building a muscle path, I see, I don't even think about it.

Having said that, I personally feel the place is past. Then I should have turned down the call from the beginning and designed it for a lifetime other than adventurers. There will be many of them who have left people and things behind in the capital, Calis.

Even if it is a response to a carriage lined up behind you, you are likely to be in contact with other adventurers who are not communicating with you on their way to processing that person. Not to explain how, but on the day this one is judged to be a bandit, there are many wounded without waiting on the battlefield.

"What do you say!? Please!"

However, it appears to be influenced not least by a series of claims, not to mention other facets that, like him, were in a critical cup of situation. There are many who have lost their minds in their expressions, using the plans communicated loudly as their ears.

Slightly, bosoli from the corner of the carrier.

I was trembling in a gym seat, a woman in a robe muttered to the youth as well.

"... yes, right"

Shortly after boarding the carriage, she was of Gakuble descent, who had plenty to look at for rape.

The voice sounded strangely loud.

Cut this off, and the other faces start to tune in.

"It's ridiculous if you do think about it..." "How come we adventurers have to be driven out on orders from people who don't even know our faces?" "Exactly. You wanted to live freely and you were an adventurer, but it's a funny story." "Wow, even me, I can't believe the war..."

I have a feeling we're all on board with people who are more likely to be flushed than I imagined.

Convenient, more than a dozen riders began to nod at the hot claims of the youth.

Property, family, lovers, all species of life.

Is this it?

Should I ride again myself?

Rebellion is now a sign of fashion in the carriage.

…………

No, that plan is a bad plan.

Sophia, I'm going to say a proper goodbye.

Be patient with some inconvenience, but if you have the magic of recovery, you should live up to your intentions. A few days ago, you made your own decision in the Adventurer Alliance. This soy sauce face stands out, in order to live the world without waves.

"Let's do it!? Whoa! Guys!

The youth mentality has recovered a little thanks to the coordination.

A grin returns to my face.

The way you talk is powerful.

Osama, who was killed earlier, tears eyes in the afterlife.

The world is irrational, isn't it?

However, his appeal is also an inter-bundling event.

The voice sounded and heard from outside the front, from above the horse mound.

"Oh, Omae and the others, kill that man! You can do it for the convenience of whoever cooperated! You can hang it up so that the future placement doesn't go to the front line!

On the other side of the front, your man was barking at his desperate shape as he stared at this one.

And where I was told, it was a terribly fascinating suggestion in the same place.

"Become..."

The eyes of the youth are opened.

As time went by, the faces of the same carriage struck him in unison.

It's like sand iron gathers in a magnet thrown into a sandbox.

Just a moment of events.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhh"

There was a scream.

He's called the Terminator.

Several stretches, swords, spears, ice columns, were piercing his body.

Everyone who let this go and he was staring at the young man's flesh without just a millimeter of brace, lighting his eyes shittily. Somehow, this is the kind of look of a multiple debtor who stares at slots entering the reach.

Very uneventful.

The air is tingling the most.

I'm stuck so much that I don't want to build a new unit or anything.

Ten tingles is stiff.

"Oh, it's me, I did it..."

Someone said.

Then everyone begins to insist on following this.

"No. Yikes! Wow, me!? Me!" "That's why! Look closely, it's my spear with my breasts on it! My sword is piercing my neck!" "Yes, my magic was the first to break my torso!?

No one and he wore flesh from his head, but he didn't mind arguing.

This on a boulder takes courage to speak out.

As soon as I went to arbitration, I could get caught up in it.

Omae hasn't done anything, don't interrupt me, like.

"... is that good? Don't stop him."

When his hips were pulling a little, he was more vocal than beside him.

It's a dark elf if you think it's someone.

Ni and a mean grin, staring at this confused one.

"Weren't you the chance at the corner?

"It would be up to a dick like that. Even if not, I'm a slave."

"... I see"

There is no such thing as a move, and the appearance of Don and Wallace is convincing.

When they say that, I feel that way.

Oh, you're not so busy with war.

If I was exposed to this environment for a long time, I would normally distort my personality.

In doing so, the voice of your Lord flew again.

"Be quiet, Temehe and the others! I'll put them all together and tell them upstairs, so don't fight in here. Yikes! Otherwise I'll send you to the front line the other way around!?

It was loud.

I also say yakke shit.

However, now the rough faces are grown up.

Dark elves squeak bossly as they witness a series of interactions.

"Look at that."

"Ya, sure..."

The desire for convenience seemed thin.

Now let's just say we'll keep quiet by visually raping the dark elf opium and the thick thighs.

You're the best munchkin 'bomber out there, aren't you, Coz?