Atelier Tanaka

Estelle's territory took about five days by carriage.

Further across the border, to the capital of the neighbouring Republic of Pussy, the situation also dictates that it will take more than ten days, no matter how quickly. The reason why demonic nobles are making the fast paced airship is also known.

I want to believe that there is nothing like attacking a boulder to the capital of an enemy country this time. My defense against the invasion of my country's territory would be sophisticated. You know, I'm thinking on my own, but I'm not sure how I'll fall to fulfill it. I can't see down there.

By the way, all meals on the road are preserved food.

With dried meat, dried fruit, dried vegetables? Something's already dried it all up. It's karakara. They don't have any cookware loaded, so when I mouthed it, I got what I was given, as I was given.

Speaking of damp products, is it about drinking water? It's just that it's also raw and even more smelly, so, look, that's it, it feels like someone turned the chill out after someone else mouthed it in the beef bowl chain. Probably because they carry it in leather bags.

And even if you take one meal or drink, you will have no care for the crew, even if you care about the horses. The outbound journey went only with a good amount of momentum with the so-called forcible army. There was no room on the way.

It is not the same as when you have had a team orgy.

Is the scene so pressing?

Because it is a territory along the border, the kind of soldiers seem to be habitually present.

"Get off. You'll have to complete the process here at the guild to receive your gear."

An Alliance official who was your man said.

If you notice, the carriage does stop, and there is one big building on the front. If you follow the directions listed, it seems that the place is Trikris' Adventurer Guild. This building is no less large than the one overlooked by the capital, Kalis.

…………

Get out of the sleigh and carriage and head inside the building.

By way of example, counters were provided in the store, with a large number of adventurers lined up. Perhaps no one and he are adventurers who have been conscripted just like us. Looking at the facilities filled with people, it seemed that the conscription decree was not limited to the capital, Calis.

"Damn, there's a lot of people!

Dark elves are fast moving in the next row.

Well, no.

By the way, they say this is the biggest city in Viscount Fitzclarence territory here.

Whereas Callis is the capital of fame, this is a regional city and so on. Naturally, its size as a city is inferior to that of Callis. That said, it is only a city responsible for the national transportation and defence of the Penny Empire and the Pussy Republic, and it seems to flourish accordingly.

In the center is the castle of the lord, and the shape with the castle underneath the hem is similar to that of Callis. Even as far as the view from the carriage was concerned, I could see some of the markets opened and people were busy. The width of the road stretched vertically and horizontally, as well as the number of people going to and from each other, is a great deal. The more the main street, the busier the holiday Akiba is.

It is the promise of this hand worldview that is densely populated. I guess it forces the urban national dimension from the presence of monsters and bandits walking wide outside the city. In addition, the walls that surround the city in multiple ways give you a glimpse of the distance between the city and the border.

I hear that skirmishes are constant, but it will be difficult to cut off national traffic, the convenience of having two countries of some size adjacent to each other. The movement of merchants visiting from other countries must also be secured. As a buffer, it seems that a few contact points are located here in Trichris.

Thinking about it, Estelle also got a lot of difficult territory. From now on, it's a casual guess, but as a king, it's not Estelle herself, it's Hishihishi who wanted his father, who is currently in a progression and greatly noble, to take care of him.

"Next!

Osama the receptionist barked on the other side of the counter.

Apparently my turn has turned.

"Hi."

I mean, the clerk's a match for this guild.

Plus, I want you to do something about the facial scary specs with the skinhead.

Is that the kind of service policy?

"Show me the sausage tag. We're busy here."

"Shh, excuse me"

Give me the tag I received when I was first enrolled in the Adventurer Alliance when I was told.

I'm glad I left it in my purse.

Osama checks this against the paperwork at hand.

"Whoa, gear. Take this and get in the white front carriage outside."

Clothes, bags, things, they put me on the counter. Two or thirty kilos is likely heavy equipment. I've seen people in line besides myself show their tags and receive gear as well so far.

If you're consolidating in your own gear, they also have the option not to receive it. But this is a must-have for me, dressed in a course. If you don't take it, you won't even be able to do it tomorrow. Definitely wild death.

"Huh? Is it another carriage?

"We're supposed to go straight to the front line. Uh, is this what you call a tanaka?

"Yes."

"That's a strange name..."

Osama answers looking at the material at hand.

Excuse me, as you can see, I'm out of the country.

"He says the front line doesn't have enough rear guard support overwhelmingly. We'll have to lower the defense line as it is. An adventurer who can use healing magic has reached the front line as soon as he finds it."

Seriously.

That's too much of an animal.

"According to the material, your stunt section has restorative magic and... what is this, a computer? Is that some kind of healing magic? Fair enough, it describes a stunt that meets the criteria. If so, it's my job to judge this and put it on a white front carriage that goes to the front."

"Oh, really..."

Fast forward.

I wanted to sleep on the bed at least one night.

I haven't even been able to masturbate in the last five days.

My son will stand up for the mundane applause as it is. Munchkin Boyne, especially the dark elf, also helps with the sense of distance: carriage carriage carriage, which is very dangerous. Positioning made it difficult every time something happened last night.

"I'm holding onto the back. Hurry up and go."

"Yes......"

Well, the situation is the situation. No way.

The guild is full of people. There's no reason to go on here and annoy other people. This proper treatment would also be a manifestation of that much urgency near the border. If so, now I have to tell myself it's a minor matter before it matters and move on.

I really don't like war.

From right to left, people seem to be supplies.

At the counter next door, the example dark elf is arguing with the reception.

"What do you mean!? Get to the front with this kind of gear!?

"It's a rule, isn't it? Convenience yourself if you don't want to. Slavery."

"What the hell!? Fuckin 'kidding around."

"Come on, get out there and get in the white front carriage. Get out of the way!

"Remember? One day, one day, you will be free..."

Looks like she's on the front line with me, too.

Something like that I did as much as I could with slavery. Apparently, he got a good shot, and he can see redness on his left cheek. Even the black skin was particularly darker. I can see the bleeding from my lips even though it is slight.

Leaving it alone is going to develop into a brawl.

"Well, let's settle one thing here."

On the carriage, some thanks for talking to me.

We decided to break one in here.

'Cause it's a great opportunity to legally body-touch brown munchies.

"Ha, let go!

When I took that arm in my hand, I was barked as soon as I could.

But I have a big name.

"Your beautiful face is getting dirty."

Unleash restorative magic on your reddish cheeks as you speak of appropriateness.

The injury healed while blinking.

Accordingly, the other arm shaken up rests.

"Huh..."

Apparently, he doesn't have to be beaten up.

However, this dark elf is only a warrior and muscular. I feel like I touched my arm or something. It's a mess. It's not what I was expecting. More like this, I wanted a feminine kindness, or a ponytail, or a yarakai one.

Or if it is butt meat, will it fulfill those dreams and hopes?

I want to touch my butt. I want to touch the manko too. I want to make sure. I want to cut the future into these hands.

But there are not enough conditions to get there.

"There are many others waiting. Let's go because it's gonna be annoying."

"Gu... who, annoying, etc..."

A glimpse of the staff standing at the counter. Still, like reluctantly, she listened to me. Wave loudly, untie this restraint, and walk ahead of yourself toward the entrance and exit of the Alliance.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I thought you were muscular or something.

I wanted to touch you a little more.

Reverse rape superior to muscular macho beauty.

To follow the back of such a colored black elf, I similarly turned to the carriage outside.

◇ ◆ ◇

Since then, I've been quietly rocked by the carriage for another whole day without a conversational conversation.

He's got a front-line base.

"Ugh, this is amazing..."

The sight of the Field Hospital whilst viewing it in a war movie was widening.

There are no other artifacts or anything else. There is a section of meadow, and there are five or six wooden columns of wooden wooden barn dug apart. If I interrupted inside, there were a large number of wounded soldiers lying in a bed just blanketed on the ground.

It might be more appropriate to call it a refugee camp than a base.

I got off the carriage and was shown that sight early.

Something tells me the world has changed a lot.

Perhaps now you know what it's like to be a coalition soldier who stormed a landing boat in Normandy.

There is a sight beyond sight for a man without legs, a man without arms, a man who is annoyed but determined. If you weren't grossly intolerant, you would've definitely thrown up. The experience of catching gross images online is unfortunately alive because I saw something scary.

In the distance, the current progression, and perhaps the roar that would be emitted by magic, is delivered incessantly. Apparently, the battle is still being fought without rest. I guess the people sleeping here are the ones who were injured in the sounding place.

…………

Close, how close. Frontline.

By the way, the carriage unloaded us, the luggage, and turned back early. Conveniently, eight men and women, including myself, were newly dispatched to the same location. A man is seven and a woman is one. The latter is nobody else, a beautiful dark elf in the example.

The rest will be warrior men with swords all but me. I guess what the guild officials said about the lack of a guard is true. Having checked their gear on the carriage, they quickly entered the cabin and were taken out by a man of knight armor, who would be a regular soldier.

Apparently, a hunch for a quick onsite launch. It's the most black place to work.

"You! Can you use magic? It's healing magic!

Meanwhile, this one was suddenly called out here as well.

If you look at it, Osama in his coat is staring at me with a tired look.

"Oh, yes."

"If so, come here and ask for treatment!

I just got a call.

This is going to be worth healing.

"I'll ask for the other side from here. I'm in charge of this side."

"Yes, I understand."

Start work as instructed by your predecessor.

By the way, a man who looks just like the priest who gave me instructions is one turn older than me and seems to be in his late forties. I don't know how long I have been working in the same place, but I was also very tired and worn out a lot.

I didn't even have time to ask for a name.

…………

We can't afford to have a welcoming party in this whirlpool, which has been flushed but has remained so. Where I healed myself tired of the long journey to healing magic, well, earn time starting here.

"... but there's so many of them"

There are more than ten people in charge, even if it's just for what I've been told.

Here's one, heal it all at once with area-shaped restorative magic.

It's level MAX, and that's how much you can do.

Almost all wounded soldiers are men. Plus, he's just hot and bitter with chest hair and bobo on top of a macho. Even my face is a lot scary. Naturally, I don't get pleasure in looking around at each and every one of them. Instead, he's all grossly injured, and you don't want to get near him.

Now if they were cute girls, there would have been some fun.

"Mmm!"

It activates healing magic as it raises its voice like a sole.

A magic formation floats to swallow the entire cabin at the same time as your hands are lifted to the front. What? This is the coolest. After a few moments of louder voices, the change came to the flesh of the laying men.

His guts were sticking out, he was losing bottom from his hips, his face was half blown off... he seems a little impossible, but if he lives, he returns to the water-covered basin where the wounds heal without question.

The anguished voice that filled the digging cabin turns into a stunner.

"Become, what the hell ah..." "Feet! My legs are growing!" "Whoa, my arms are growing over here!" "What a dick I am growing! I feel bigger than before! That's cheating, isn't it?" "What - healing magic, no way, they cured us all together!?" "Ouch, hey... Ouch, ooh..."

The difference in degrees seems to please all of them more than anything else.

He looks surprised, too, like a priest who exchanged ways to do this.

"Ki, you! Are you kidding me?

"Sorry for the imitation that took my job from the side"

"That's outrageous. I can't believe you can use so much healing magic. My name is Henry and I am a priest at Trichris. May I ask your name?

"My name is Tanaka. You're just an adventurer. Rank D or something like that."

"No way. Now the magic of recovery is archbishop, no, it's nothing more."

Like the men who fall asleep there, his expression also strengthens stunningly.

Feels a little good.

No, I feel very good.

Wouldn't it have been a good idea to dip in? It came.

"Enemy attack. Ahhhhhhhhh!

I heard voices from outside the cabin. It is the roar of someone who stood on the sentry outside. Only for a few moments of delay, when Doon and a loud burst sound sound, the zuzzle and the earthquake shake underfoot so as to cause the earth to shake.

I can't help but talk calmly about this.

Boulders are at the forefront. That's even closer now.

I broke through the cloak and a few fragments flew into the tent.

One of them rubs his cheeks and his blood is tall.

It hurts a lot.

"... does this make me look a little wild too?

I'll ask Mr. Henry.

"Oh, yeah, it looks pretty good on you."

Don't be embarrassed, Frontline.

If you'd been a little sloppy, you'd have had a direct brain attack.

If Miso gets hit by a boulder, I think it's out.

"And for now, give me directions, Mr. Henry"

"Okay, Mr. Tanaka."

Nodding to each other with priestly Osama.

Where our recovery team has finished communicating, the other men who slept on the blanket also get up in a big hurry and start checking their physical fitness. At the same time as stripping off the bandages, you can carry your belongings in your hands through your sleeves on armor and robes.

It's a spear, it's a cane, it's a sword, it's like a mixed unit with no unity.

You know how critical I've been put in a situation.

"Oh, we can go, too!" "Oops! The teachers healed me because of this, and here I stomped on it, and the man said it would be obsolete!" "Whatever happens here, I'll never let you protect me!" "All right, let's go!

The flesh healed, and the spirit seemed to have regained itself again.

It's far away that he groaned that it hurt until now.

Whether he's a guy or a woman who switches fast, you're the coolest.

I really admire it.

"Me and Mr. Tanaka are headed to the other cabins for treatment! May I join you underneath as soon as it's over? I know it's going to take a while."

"Oops! I need company, Doctor! But hurry up, will you?

In response to Mr. Henry's inquiry, it was an armored bastard who could not have known.

The man continues to stir us up.

"Otherwise, by the time the teachers get here, we'll have it all over!

"I see. That might be a little regrettable."

Apparently, Dr. Henry and I are well admired on this occasion.

The way we talked was intimate.

The man is a skinhead strong bastard. Is it something like the late twenties around the age? He put tattoos around his right eye. Someone like this black wrestler over here. It is usually the type of race you would never want to be close to. If you go hand in hand with a rough standing behavior, you will be judged to be no less like an adventurer.

He's one head bigger than me, too. Is it about one hundred and ninety? In addition to being a mukimuki macho, the wide shoulder width of the dot feels intimidating just by lining up. The equipment is light armor that hardens the stronghold to metal. I have a huge sword on my back for this. So much so that I want to penetrate it because I really can swing it.

"Right? But I've never been past the teachers' show. I don't mind if you come slow. Just please. Save our people who still suffer."

"Yeah, of course."

An exchange that is exchanged between a priestly middle-aged boy called a teacher and an ora bastard who could be anyone. It's a blue, cheap question, but I don't really hate it.

Sometimes the smelly B-grade interactions that are common in American war films like this feel sexually delicious. In Mac's potato sense.

"Right. I hope so, gentlemen."

"Oh, leave it to me! Thank you so much, Doctor! And that guy over there!

The men dig into powerful strides and pop out of the cabin.

Me and Mr. Henry, too, go outside in that backtracking fashion.

The area is a grassy meadow area with a short length below the knee. The kind of building is like a digging cabin serving as a front-line base, and the earth continues to the other side of the horizon as far as we can see. They say there's a border on one side that leads to the side of the Pussy Republic.

Wherever craters are made or plants burned, there is no mistake in the marks caused by previous battles. Even close to the cabin we were waiting for, we could confirm the dent in the earth that raised the smoke.

Probably something that produced a deafening roar this way. If so, wouldn't it have been pretty lucky to be alive this way? If it had only been a few meters, it could have disappeared without understanding its own death.

…………

I'm getting a bit of a bull.

It would have been an idyllic meadow area if it had been. Ahead of us, however, there is an enemy soldier in a loaf with a thousand pieces to block the horizon. I could see a cane in the distance. Something magical can float underfoot.

I think it's pretty pinch, Dr. Editor.

By contrast, the oraora people on my side, who jumped out of the digging cabin, say, ran a straight line toward this, and hung up ambitiously. Wow, and goin ', and goin', and kicking, the not so distant future floated easily behind my brain.

Attack from enemy soldiers, naturally.

A flame blew out reminiscent of Wyburn's braces.

But it seems that there were wizards among the Oraola people. This is also prevented by deploying barrier magic, shown by the magical nobles on the airship. While doing so, the avant-gardes caught the enemy in time and began to wield their swords.

Good. Looks like he was hit unexpectedly and strong.

"... teamwork, that's good"

"Yeah, they're top C and B adventurers in Trichris, too."

"I see."

The boulder is rank B. I admire being able to do that normally.

Even the Adventurer's Guild in the capital, Calis, says that only a dozen Rank B adventurers belong per institution. I've heard stories about the Alliance facility itself being twenty or so in the city. I mean, as a whole Callis, there are a little over three hundred Rank B adventurers.

I don't know what the adventurer population of Trikris is, but there won't be more boulders than the capital. If so, it is easy to imagine that the faces with swords and canes on this occasion are a select group of elite adventurers in the neighborhood as well.

By the way, most adventurers seem to end their lives with a C stop. Therefore, rank C is in fact subdivided, and it seems to be the current custom to call it one, two, or three from above. It's like a personnel evaluation system for a Japanese company that doesn't want to raise employee bonuses even if it's intentional.

"The enemy has a large number of magicians. Let's hurry our healing too!

"Yes."

Share with Dr. Henry to explore some digging cabins.

What's going on inside is not much different from the building that hit between us. The men are in, uh, condition. If I were a faggot, I'd have been ecstatic that it was heaven in this world. Half-naked gatim chimacho is dying from a serious injury. Ah. I don't know. Uh-huh.

So when I discovered what a girl looked like in one of them, my heart shook with joy.

She's a weak-awaited girl. I was filled with so much happiness.

She thinks she is an adorable mid-teenager with brown short hair and is an understated girl with modest body. Was it even caught in a magical explosion that had marks like a hair trapped in the head? A few skulls are exposed along with the scalp.

"Are you all right? Please hold on."

It must be area recovery, but still Justine walks under her.

The girl who is dying even now has a broken stomach and a mole in her gut.

Beautiful pink colour is chilling.

I can't believe it's pornographic.

No, I honestly don't know if you're really horny, either, but I guess the argh condition of the bastards, who are too far from everyday, is paralyzing this mental. Or a few days after masturbation was banned, is the limit finally close?

"Oh... ugh..."

Uh, I'm in! Beautiful girl's fresh, uh, I'm in!

"Or I'll recover!

Even in those mental situations, healing magic is activated thanks to the instinct to panic.

By way of example a huge magic formation emerges covering the entire cabin.

The injuries of the beautiful girl and the gutty munchies heal as you look at them. The gut, which was jumping over the belly and over the blanket, also pulled in nicely to wrap the sullen and vacuum cleaner cord, covered in meat and muscles, and then ended up with slippery skin tension and tululin revolution.

"... su, wow... but..."

Beautiful girl staring at her rounded abdomen in stunning eyes.

I'm not wearing any clothes and just hung a slight sheet-like from the umbilical on the bare top. Nor does the fabric have a large area, but the thick crotch is rounded out.

The battlefield is a treasure trove of occassions. Under the circumstances of limit criticality, humanity finally ceases to be cherished makes you feel wild erotic.

"Oh, thank you very much."

No. What's going on?

If you look at him, he's got a circle around his neck.

A slave would be the one.

Surprisingly, many slaves are managed by the Adventurer Alliance. Perhaps the guild's statute contains something derogatory. When you get back to Callis, you should make sure you check it out.

"Um, and, possibly, did you do the restorative magic now by yourself?

"Yeah, well, they're short on manpower, anyway."

"Wow......"

I was very impressed when I answered honestly.

It is the same reaction as Mr Henry.

This kid, by the way, is a dog ear. Apparently, it's been cut a thousand times now. It was the visible part of the skull. He grew and emerged from his head in response to healing magic. Then the tail also grew. It's blocked. It feels like a golden retriever decorative tail.

Probably made hard by enemy forces. The sentiment is that it was often returned to the base. Perhaps under the sheet, a juicy vagina stacked inside must refrain from doing so.

Shit. Erotic. The strongest legend of battlefield gang rape.

Good talk, Lu. Hey.

Perhaps the membrane remains. Nan Wu San.

"It's a fierce battle outside. If you're not sure, you'd better back off."

"No... that's not why..."

Sleepy triangular ears support the lack of confidence.

"Because I, the boulder, cannot bring the dead back to life either."

Probably.

"Huh..."

"Now, if you'll excuse me,"

After the cabin where we spoke of appropriateness.

Then in good time, Dr. Henry came out of another cabin again.

We gazed at each other through the curtain.

"How are you, Mr. Tanaka?"

"If you finished the cabin Dr. Henry came out of, is this like a street or something? Few people had already died."

Some of them were gushing like Uzi from all over their bodies.

The type that comes out of the eyeball hole is gross on boulders.

"Ko, I didn't expect to heal the nearly three-digit dying wounded in this short time..."

"If there doesn't seem to be any other injured people, let's keep rendezvous with them"

"Okay. Let's do that."

Nodding with Dr. Henry.

It's time to hurry down to the brave adventurers who faced the enemy earlier. Personally I'd like to head over slowly, but with Dr. Henry's eyes beside me, I personally have to do everything I can to be easily flushed around.

Dozens of meters away. Doing a dong patch.

"We're on our way"

"Huh..."

Fly alone with flying magic.

It is a battle in which enemy and allied soldiers are disturbed in the meadows. Short grass stretches all the way across the horizon. The fact that the place is decided or burnt would be due to magic rewards.

Both factions stand in front of warriors, crossing nearby weapons such as swords and spears. From the rear, magic pours down without a stop. Or even the same rear guard is protected by other defensemen, protecting the avant-garde from attack magic from enemy rear guards.

It was a collective battle formed on a brilliant collaboration between both sides.

"Wow..."

I don't have half as much confidence in the avant-garde's rear guard in particular. If the defense is negligible, he can also die instantly, but often wields a sword or something. You're retreating to flight magic with all your might. Definitely.

No, not if you're impressed.

And if it ever gets damaged, the wounded get caught in the eye.

Faces that have already run out and fallen to the ground.

The majority are heavily deficient in their bodies, chunks of meat rather than people.

Here's one thing, you'll be concerned for victory.

I need to get to help myself soon.

"... come on"

If possible, I want to come in shiny invincible mode verified in the Christina battle. We even endured eight hits of the level four-digit dragon, so humans would be able to afford it. It is possible to walk while nose singing the battlefield.

But that one consumes a lot of MP anyway.

Many at the same time, it will be difficult to do an ally's recovery. Or it may be possible after a few hours when it starts glowing, but I can't afford to wait long for natural recovery right now. Together, there is still only flying magic here. You'll try with super avoidance skills.

We have to hurry.

"Good luck everyone! I'll be back in a minute!

Special attack on the battlefield. Fly through the sky and under the wounded.

In the sight of it, give priority to the seemingly ill-conditioned arrangements.

"Oh, oh, hey, ha..."

"Please don't move."

The first one to remember, whoa, looks familiar.

This is the bastard who was digging up near the cabin earlier and had a B-class talk with Henry.

The tattoo on the eye area is very charming. Honestly, I'm scared, so I want you to take it. Can't healing magic be used to remove tattoos? No, well, I won't because if I pay you off on your own, you'll be mad at me.

He is handsome, by the way. From the fact that there's a big sword rolling around that's about my height right around the corner, I'm pretty sure it's avant-garde. It's only minutes after that breaks up and I'm losing my hips to bottom again so I can't laugh. Leave him alone and he'll die in minutes.

"Noooo!

gut and healing magic. In any case, under the circumstances of many casualties and dotted here and there on the battlefield, there is no reason to stay in the same place for too long. Even with poor MP efficiency, recovery rates would be a priority. Heal fast, heal fast, remember. It hurts. It hurts. Fly.

Thanks to this, from his hips down grew in seconds of things.

Dulu, I'm here.

Seriously.

"Damn, I showed Mr. Omae another pitiful fit..."

"It doesn't matter how many times you fall if you don't even die. Because I will definitely cure you."

"... oh, my God. True, thank God. Thanks."

The strong side creases and distorts into a grin.

"Thank you is fine. Is your body okay?

"Oh, that's not a problem. But, su, that's a tremendous healing magic..."

"Safely healed. More importantly. Then I'll go around."

"Oh, please, mate."

I'll take care of it.

Having just exchanged some momentum, he gets up.

And when I took the sword that was rolling nearby, my voice barked loudly as well.

"You said we could still go!

I rush out early.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Temee and the others put it together and kill him. Wow!

I am fine.

That's why you take damage.

Be quieter and work harder.

Well, rescuing the wounded is a priority now.

As well as the rest, it began to heal allies rolling to the ground.

As Henry said, the majority of allied soldiers contending with the place were Alliance affiliates and bumpy adventurers. When it comes to why judgment is attached, the Regular Soldiers and the Thinkers are armed with matching armor.

And while the same armored men are dressed in proximity gear that seems to be tense in value, they don't come out too far ahead. It is rare to wave your own sword as long as you skip directions to the margins. Do what you have to do, how you can move, you stand out in your voice.

Apparently, there are only a few of them, and they are the people who act as squad leaders or squad leaders in the same place, like the management who were sent straight from the top to this battlefield.

This is that, you see, like the head of a corporate group being occupied by a pro per of the parent company. It's enough to collect subsidiary employees from the margin to be in charge of dangerous work. It seems to me that the feeling is the best. It's just, as far as I'm concerned, the Chief is wiped out.

Most of them are after they've already been discussed.

Many fall to the ground and don't even move with Pickle.

I don't know why they are less proficient compared to adventurers or if they were targeted intensively at the discretion of their superiors. However, still as a matter of fact, the Regular Soldier reduced the number as it were... oh, one more, he blew it up with fireball-like magic. Just neck to top.

Thanks to this, the front of our army seems to consist essentially of the collaboration of adventurers.

I think about that, desperately healing the gatimuches who don't even know their names.

"Thanks! Oh, thank God!

"No, thank you."

Hear words of gratitude that you may never know again.

The battlefield is full of men, whether they look right or left. War seems to be a man's job. Speaking of the few women, even on the front line, there is a certain dark elf who wields a sword in the midst of the enemy line. I mean, dark elves are awesome. I usually cut it with magic or a sword.

As long as I watched chills between recoveries, it seems like no one was more active in the avant-garde than her. That's why they're shooting magic in the rear. Even if we combine them, the number of enemy soldiers will eat up.

The MVP for this fight is definitely that color black.

He who drives hatred of others resists adversity.

"Excuse me, but I'm waiting for the next one, so this is it"

"Thanks so much, now we can try again!

"Please raise your screams loud when you're hit. Because it's easier to notice."

"Oops! Thanks to you, I can safely step forward!

He's always bloodthirsty.

Seriously, Burning.

Though I was going to come loose for this one.

"Good luck"

"Oh, come on!

I'm sure I'm affected by a lot of it myself.

If you slap a smile lightly, you won't even know the name to go to the enemy with your sword in one hand. He thought he was younger than me and was a young man. Until now, I was roaring with a look that said I was going to resent everything in the world, but as soon as I healed, I ran out with a smile again.

"He must be a good one..."

I think so.

Or does a skirmish with another country make it so at this moment?

I don't know.

It just seems trendy to be working hard right now.

I cured him, and not a single adventurer fled backwards.

Dog-eared girls are pulling bows and stuff.

"How much rear can you risk your life for your people?"

As much as I envy you.

I admire it.

"Mr. Tanaka! I need him here, please! My magic couldn't cure you! Also, I'm sorry, but I need your help!

Yeah, not if you're jealous now.

"Yes!"

Mr. Henry calls me to fly myself into flying magic.

Damn, they're hot for you guys.

If this was the opposite of the ratio of men to women on the battlefield, I would have been a little more motivated.

"I'll be right there. Whoa!

I really need you to give me a break.

Thanks to you, I'm going to be bloodthirsty.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

A few days have passed since Mr. Tanaka left the dorm.

I have no sign of ever coming back.

Thanks to you my leisurely and comfortable maid life also seems a lot about the board. As yesterday, I woke up after noon today and received a meal made for your nobility. After meals, relax on the couch in the living room, while reading the novel I bought yesterday at the city bookstore and other things, tea with kutsukutsu.

The nostalgia is very warm because I have the gold coins I received during the dragon exorcism.

"It's not a bad school maid either..."

Speak for yourself under a leaking day that plugs in from outside the window, where it glows.

Please, I can't help wishing this serenity would last until old age. If you lived in your parents' house, would the time now be right when you were sweating to make dinner? What about me now, by contrast?

"... I am noble"

Heh.

Ugh.

If you are a civilian woman, you are the identity that everyone admires.

"I am a noble lady..."

It doesn't make sense. It puts up a cup.

This feels pretty good.

I had no idea I was going to have such a graceful cup of tea.

At home it was exquisite, to the point of getting bribe soup in the corner of the kitchen during breaks. Well, although my dad's soup loses out on the food here, it's good to be in Ichii, and that's not bad, but it's still the atmosphere of the place that you get it that matters most.

Yes, it's a performer.

"I have a dance with the First Prince this evening."

It's like being a stage actress, too, I'll whine.

If you're a town girl, that's the dialogue I'd like to say for once, right?

I don't even know how busy a prince is, but I admire what I admire.

In reality, of course, the accessories within reach are more in style than the big ones out of reach. I learned from the surroundings that women have to live realistically.

What taught me the importance of compromise was the appearance of a mother divorced from her father for the sake of balls, but who, half-way through her dreams, sank into the brothel.

But it would be good enough to be delusional.

Still critical, I think it passes as the age of dreams.

"After the ball... he was brought into the prince's room, and..."

heh, I can't hold my face loose.

If delusions overflow unstoppably, I feel happy on top of this.

"Oh, Prince, no, I'm... I'm really a civilian daughter..."

For the first time I cherished it, ahem, it's a noble, hard and successful thing of a prince...

Ahem, oh, please.

Please take it.

Yeah. I'll try, too.

I'll try to make you feel better.

Please come. Oh, you can kick it. Go ahead.

Oh, my God, maybe it wasn't a good idea to have been doing it.

"Whoa! Is he here?

Van, I made a loud noise and accidentally opened the living room door.

"Hih..."

Nah, nah, my God.

Dear Farren, Mr. Farren is here.

I don't know why. There was no knock sound either.

I mean, wasn't it locked!?

"Huh, are you away?

"Oh, uh, here, here, this is, uh..."

I'm glad you're not masturbating.

Otherwise, your neck would have been flying by now.

The hand that was stretching to the hip instantly pulled in.

"Where did he go, my daughter?

"If you are Tanaka, then you should go to Estelle's territory..."

"You think it's Richard's daughter's territory? No way, you headed to Trichris!?

"Ha, ha!

Half the words, even nod. It's a neck crap.

Master Farren is a very scared person.

For those with magical qualities, let them spread their nostalgia indefinitely, while for those without magical qualities, they don't even turn their consciousness as if they were roadside stones. Naturally, no one is more horrified because I am above the body classified as the latter.

I hear you've tried cutting the mansion's maid's leg without hesitation before.

"Damn, what a bad time..."

…………

By the way, who is she to stand beside Master Farren?

The little girl is with me. Perhaps your age is a single digit.

The color of the skin is white, but she has bright black hair stretched down to her lower back and impressive golden eyes. Or the white-eyed part is black, this kid. It's not normal. It's unusual for subhumans. It is also the eminently populated capital of Calis in the country, but still I have never seen it before.

The outfit is a noble feast, as is Lady Farren.

This is a bright red dress with frills on the hem, chest and other points.

That's very cute.

"Hey, is he away?

A girl asks Master Farren.

It's a tame mouth.

I'm tattered.

As it seems, is this child also a nobleman?

"Uhm...... Apparently he's out."

"What? You're kidding me, leaving me alone. '

"Were you in touch?

"... the guy who left on his own is bad"

In response to an inquiry from Master Farren, the girl turned to Puy.

Anyway, I feel something that leads to Master Estelle.

However, this one feels more signs of me than Estelle.

"You didn't take it, did you?

"Of course not, right? I was away from this city."

"As it were, okay. If so, we'll go after it..."

It's a very rare sight.

Master Farren is at his back.

Normally, you don't cloud your claim by saying, well, etc., during your own remarks. Who is this girl because she is?

Since Farren doesn't even have a dignified attitude toward Estelle, naturally, there's no way to be intrigued by this child's origins.

"Where are you and Trichris?

"Near the border with the Pussy Republic, does that make sense?

"I don't know the reason for people's lives."

"I guess. It's a city from here, just a few days by carriage."

"Well, if it is, if you have my wings, it won't take half a day."

"Oh well."

Master Farren, you seem in some kind of a hurry.

It's a very rare sight. I pay attention to it unexpectedly.

'All right, if you decide so, we're on our way!

"Oh, you should. Let's hope we meet safely."

'What are you talking about? The directions will be your role. "

"Wah, it's me!?

"Are you unhappy?

"Gu......"

I'm scared of Farren on the rim.

I want you out of my room quickly.

Or maybe I thought about it, but it wasn't good after all.

"You come with me, my servant. If so, his attitude will loosen."

"What..."

Confused by unexpected orders.

How could I?

Is he referring to Mr. Tanaka?

They are nobles, so you can't shake your neck sideways.

"... I get it"

I feel like I've been in a hurry around here lately.

It's definitely not my fault.

"All right, let's go."

My nobleman has closed the curtain in the form ordered by Lady Farren.

◇ ◆ ◇

hours after being put on the battlefield.

Our stage successfully recovered the war situation and drove our enemies. Now there is no sign of a Pussy Republic soldier in the neighborhood, and the frontline base neighborhood is regaining serenity as previous noise is a lie.

Rest where you have frequently finished handling the injured. Mr. Henry walked over as he settled on the ground outside the cabin. Clothes are bloody dusty and torn everywhere. My complexion is not good either. I was just still staring at this one with a smile on my face.

"Good day, Mr. Tanaka"

"Good day to you, Mr. Henry."

It would be the face of a man who's done his job. That's cool. Forties.

I want to go for such a nice middle too.

No, although rejuvenation is first.

"Thanks to Mr. Tanaka, we made it through the war safely. Thank you. If Tanaka wasn't here, I'd be relieved."

"No, it's all a triumph for your collaboration."

"Your collaboration was wonderful indeed. That would also be one of the major winning factors. But it was Tanaka who backed this up."

"I think that's the same for Mr. Henry."

"I couldn't support it on my own and it would have broken along the way"

Talking, he asks with a chilling glance beside me.

"Neighbor, may I?

"Yeah, go ahead."

I whine and calm my hips down on the ground.

Convenience, where our gaze is headed are traces of the battle ahead together.

Craters here and there. If there is a burnt and blackened painting of the earth, there is a painting that now freezes and strengthens the shape of the grass. Numerous more bodies have become wild, and bird species are beginning to gather as soon as possible in search of them.

It seemed terrible.

Though condolences were made within the companions with regard to the identification, there are also numerous Buddhists who did not come true. There is no turning around when it comes to enemy soldiers, and they are left unattended. If you think of a mild climate where you can spend a short sleeve shirt, you'll start to rot immediately and the whole area will be wrapped in a stench.

"... thank you so much"

"It's each other."

To Dr. Henry, who talks to me about smudges, this one again smudges.

Only for what I've been extensively uptight, I felt as calm as my possessions had fallen.

"Where did Mr. Tanaka get the adventurer?

"Is that me? I'm from the capital."

"Is it Callis? It's good, the capital is gorgeous and people are plentiful."

"Which way did Mr. Henry come from?

"I am Trichris, born and raised. I was entrusted with the monastery."

"Weren't you an adventurer?

"When I hear that an attached city may be attacked, it depends on whether I stay or stand, and I go out to places like this without merit."

"That's amazing, you can't normally do that. I respect you."

"It's the one called the lightness of a single deceased. He was preceded by his wife and son."

"Oh, did I? Excuse me."

"No, it was quite a while ago, so don't worry about it. Some lives could be saved thanks to it. Now I think it's good to be on my feet."

"... right"

It's a sad atmosphere somewhere, even if it's peaceful.

"The city sent a message this way."

"Is that a decree?

"They're replacing personnel, and they say we have a return order."

"I see that helps. I'm tired of boulders today."

Compared to other faces, as long as I had a high day. However, a massive feud spanning several hours had severely exhausted the spirit. The days spent traveling to the battlefield will also have a significant impact.

Flesh is the magic of healing, but not to the heart.

How many times have you verified team orgy against your opponent?

"If the war has settled, be sure to stay in the church"

"Right. We will definitely drop by one day."

I was offered an arm.

It is a handshake with a sharp grip.

This is what I admired.

Something's gonna warm up in your chest.

Pocahontas.

When I did that, I heard voices from other people.

"You say Tanaka?

"Yes?"

Looking back over his shoulder, the gatimucci bastard stood diagonally behind him. I recognize that figure. It is a super regenerative skinhead that was shown growing from the waist down in seconds of things. He's charming with the tattoo on his eye. Scary face.

In the meantime, the man walked over and calmed his hips down to the front of this one.

It's shaped to sit on a horse and align their eyes with each other.

"I'm here to thank you on behalf of the clan members."

"Clan?"

"I call it the Dusk Regiment, have you heard of it? I think that's a pretty well-known name for Trichris. A lot of work in the Capital Neighborhood these days."

"Excuse me. I was on the vagrant myself, a little..."

"No, you don't have to worry about it. I just wanted to take a look at it. I'm holding my head there. It's called Gonzalez."

"Are you Mr. Gonzalez? Good luck today."

"Oh, you're tired"

That's an awesome name. Gonzalez.

Perfect for a gutty, mighty-faced giant bastard.

You're impressed with the foresight of the named parent.

His voice is wild and dandy.

Gonzalez is the best.

"If they show all that awesome healing magic, they'll have to be rolled over no longer"

"If it helped, I'd be happy to."

"More than half of the adventurers driven out of this battle are from our clan. Actually, it doesn't seem very good on the guild. Fortunately, it depends on the level and appropriateness of the individual."

"I see."

I guess it's the role of the human being who passes these tough battlefields, after all. Well, if you ask me what I am, I didn't feel any sign of it, but, well, sometimes I get stuck thinking too deeply.

Why don't we share with the Gonzalez bastards that we survived safely now?

"Well, at the critical point, the girl and child were able to shelter him, is it fortunate that he was unhappy?"

"What is that again..."

I see, that's why we had a high rate of guttiness.

I wanted him to moisturize the battlefield a little more.

"If this got me up to Rank A as a clan, then the lower ranked guys could all wave big and aim for exemption from the battle, but there's no indication that I can go up above Rank B anyway. Well, probably no matter how hard you try any more, the top won't shake your neck vertically."

Apparently there is a framework called clan separate from the individual.

And there is also a rating in the clan, which seems to be a red paper exemption when its rank is above a.

Feels very good to hear as a Rank D bottom bastard.

"I didn't think I could do it all this time, thanks to you. God forsake us. But why don't you open it? Thanks to Dr. Henry and you, I'm still alive. I can't be happier."

Macchio smiles.

The convenience that Dr. Henry is being yoished with, let's be honest here.

"Well worth the effort if you say so."

"Some of them are dead. But the survivors are more overwhelming. Looks like we can still do this. Thanks to you guys for that and this, thank you so much. You're the ones who owe our lives."

"No, to boulders. That's an exaggeration. You come forward and wave your swords, and we will support this from behind. The avant-garde and the rear guard. That's how the world works. If so, we did what we deserved."

"Well, you know, it seems like you were flying around the front line with flying magic."

"Let's end this troublesome interaction. Now I honestly think it's a good idea to share the joy of victory. No need for wasted care there. I don't really like cramped interactions either."

"I'm sorry. Take care of yourself."

"No."

Mr. Gonzalez responds by hanging his cheeks with a polypoly on his index finger.

Even such a casual trick is picturesque when a handsome man on the strong side does it, so you don't have a soy sauce facial standing at all as the same guy. You're a little cute, or you must lose at the point where you think you are. Damn right.

I'm sure a woman is a creature that gets hit by this look. Understood.

"By the way, you know, I asked Dark Elf there, he sounds like an adventurer, right? From that bullshit recovery magic, I thought it was a priest collapse or something."

That dark elf would be the example dark elf.

Initially since we met, he's been feeling hung up.

I'm still not close to the digging cabin, I'm distancing myself and eating on my own.

It's not good, is it?

As far as leaving just a few days away, I miss the aristocratic lunch at the school dorm.

"Yeah, well."

"Would you mind joining our clan if I could?

"... to your clan?

Is this it?

Is he commonly called headhunting?

"Oh, I really need your help."

I can stare from the front with a zip.

If I were a woman, I would have wet my crotch in three seconds.

He's the type of handsome guy who hustles with machine guns and stuff in Hollywood action movies. I'm watching beside you, and I'm so full of masculine charm that I think I'll start muscle treading and stuff this evening. Mucky and wild.

I just can't help it because then my eyes sparkle like a child.

Totally troubled gutty bastard.

"I see."

It is an exhortation after we have told them beforehand that we have no ahead of us. I'm sure he's not a bad person. I think so. If he's a bad guy, he's got all the good stuff lined up. You can like it there.

But I have other places to go and other destinations.

Return to the capital, Calis, with the mission of purchasing blonde Lori girl meat potty slave sisters.

"I would greatly appreciate your invitation. I'm just sorry, but I have a place to go back and it's hard to accept Mr. Gonzalez's invitation."

"Right. It was a bad thing."

"Excuse me."

"Oh, no, let's just say we didn't have a conversation right now. I hope you don't mind."

"Thank you for your concern"

The gatimuchi bastard will respond without floating one disgusting face on this one either.

Where they went on to fix the place, it was good bottom line.

"If you have any trouble with Trichris, ask us the Dusk Regiment. If you give me Gonzalez's name in the guild. Ah, I'll be on my way. It will definitely help you."

"Thank you. At that time, you want to have lunch and talk about it in a small, stylish restaurant instead of this kind of wild battlefield."

"Oh, little one"

Nica, with a better grin, Gonzalez nods at me.

That's how my day on the battlefield went too far surrounded by hot, bitter bastards.