Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

After Mr. Tanaka's whereabouts, half a day early. We are back at Trikris' castle again. As before, Farren will share the information with Estelle at the reception room.

"Oh, is that really?

"That's what the guys at the scene said. Do you have any other information?

"Hey, I need you to wait a minute. I'll find it right away!

There is momentum in Estelle's words and actions because Mr. Tanaka is involved. Proportionally, the tone toward Master Farren is becoming appropriate. However, Master Farren has no predisposition to be concerned about this at all. These two go surprisingly well together.

Mr. Estelle left the room in a hurry.

Master Farren and Mr. Dragon, plus I'm the only one in the room. I don't see anyone else in the castle. Something seems to have been mixed up in a meeting of great people, and my chest is pounding.

The hisso discussion that takes place in the nobleman's room docum the meeher part of the town daughter. If you ever go home to your parents, you can brag to Mass at the tool shop next door. Mass, what will you be doing by now? If it's going to happen, I want you to take my place.

"Do you know where you are?

"I'm following footsteps. I just need a little time."

"This is why people are troublesome with all the numbers"

Mr. Dragon whispers out loud.

It's a story that may have been repeated several times.

Is that why Master Farren bit this.

"I also understand that you dragons excel as individuals. But that's why I don't think humans are inferior to a species called dragons."

'... you know what? Funny, keep trying.'

"One thing before that, I want to make sure"

"What?

"For example, the number of children that the Red Dragon has born and raised in its lifetime ranges from one to two. What's going on with you enchanted dragons?

"It's just about giving birth when you want to. But now, without a male to make you think so, the whole world is a troubled thing."

Looks like even in the world of dragons, it doesn't change that females want more from males. Even though I understand it to be humble, it is still something that makes me highly desirable to choose a partner.

"I see. But still, do we have a statistical number?

'We are less able to reproduce. No matter how slutty he is, a few of them are exquisite in a lifetime'

"Again."

'... then what are you saying?

I'm a little afraid of Mr. Dragon's voice.

My spine shivers even though it's the voice of a little girl.

"I hear that over the years dragons are far smarter than people. If so, don't you already understand what I'm trying to say?

Just say it.

"Surely people are vulnerable as individuals. It would be incomparable with the dragon species. But if you want to live, it's possible to have nearly double digits in that lifetime."

"No matter how many children a miscellaneous fish gives birth to, it doesn't turn into a miscellaneous fish"

"And the life expectancy of an individual is only a few decades. Those who reach the triple digits will be rare. In other words, the dragons will take hundreds of years to deliver their offspring, and in just over a decade, people will leave behind."

…………

"Also, a short lifespan means that it metabolizes so quickly as a culture. And culture is something that can be powerful or gainful for generations of individuals."

Master Farren is hot.

Something like this, it's bloody.

You're holding your fist.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'd like to ask how many individuals there are in the Enchanted Dragon"

"Number of individuals?

"How many of you exist in this world?

Lady Farren's eyes sparkled as she inquired.

Even I can easily understand without learning.

Dear Farren, I am mellow on Mr. Dragon's ecological survey.

"I don't know. We don't make herds. '

"I see."

"No matter how many you beat, if I run wild on this occasion, you're done."

"That's for sure. But people will always survive. It continues into future generations, even if only slightly, as the little featherworm overflows between the gripped fingers. With culture."

"What are we gonna do about staying? You live sipping muddy water?

"If it was us who survived sipping muddy water and eventually prospered, what face would you turn to me?

"...... ho"

It's staring at each other.

Master Farren and Mr. Dragon are staring at each other.

"Shall I kill you? Human. '

"If you kill me on this spot, you'll never see him again, okay?

Mr. Dragon, my golden eyes only seem to shine with my heart.

The white eye area around me is also black for some reason and very scary.

…………

…………

Oh, I'm dying to go to the bathroom ferociously. I wonder why. Has it been a bad habit since I've only been leaking it lately? Master Estelle, please come back soon. Please.

What a thought, the reception room door opened up vibrantly with a van.

"I'm back!

Oh, my God, Master Estelle has returned conveniently.

You have a bunch of paper in your hand.

Perhaps you brought the documents involved in this conflict disturbance.

"Back, Richard's daughter."

"That's all the paperwork I've collected for the last month!

Dosari, the paper will be placed on the sofa table.

There was a good amount.

Compared to the books of the stores that my parents do at home, I can win and think if it's for the same month. If you have to look through all of this, it's a tough job to be a lord. And that won't be everything. Awesome. I would never be able to.

"Uhm. Let's see."

"Can you help me?

"There's nothing else to do"

Master Farren's hand reaches out to the paperwork.

Master Estelle likewise sits on the couch.

Apparently, it's time to look into it. No way. I can't help a town daughter. I can only watch over you beside me.

Mr. Tanaka, where have you been?

◇ ◆ ◇

He was decapitated. Shit, die.

The surrounding landscape, which moves in momentum, eventually stands still with the sound of Gotri. Apparently, it fell to the ground. At the edge of my vision is confirmation of the laying figure of my torso, which began to bleed with tremendous momentum. It's like a fountain.

I've had enough patience so far, but yes, now is the time to panic. If you don't panic magnificently, you'll die. Instinct complains that you should scratch the algae with all your strength, the life beside Sophia who spends tomorrow is lost.

I wanted to feel the shifting season with her as a maid of honor with round upper breasts. Spring is a backdrop. Finally, the whitening mountain temples are pimps. Summer is night. Even more so when it was the moon. And the darkness, pimps on the floors that flicker with fluorescent cheeks. Autumn is dusk, pimp. Winter is over, pimp.

Pimp.

Sophia doesn't stop believing she's a pimp. A man complains.

She said she was of natural descent.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I wonder if that's it!

Sounds a little farther away, cheeky verse.

"You seem very alarmed by this appearance. Geros, you need to recover!

"Ha!

As the lady barked, her hair began to grow from her left head, the lower equivalent of the two-block. At the same time, he, called Geros, also reclaims his lost right arm. It doesn't take a few seconds to get back together.

Definitely. It is restorative magic.

Oh, my God, you can use it properly.

"Turn the pinch into an opportunity! This is the wisdom the lord requires. Wow!

Apparently, a series of dislikenesses were intentional.

I might have caught my guard. More importantly, in the case of vertical rolls, existence itself feels like being in charge of laughter. Two-block just says it's something that's coming to pick up a laugh, too.

I never thought I'd let the dark elves flex and even betray me to the earthen pit, etc. That's kind of a cool role for a governor. You look good in the gap.

But is that why you admit it's over or something?

Ah.

Is that what makes you do it? My flesh.

I love you, I love you, Sophia. I'm sorry I cheated on the blonde Lori girl meat potty slave sisters. What makes you spend this love for a generation? Even if it's a mausoleum route, leave your offspring behind!

Just one is good. I want to attack my sperm in the fallopian tube. I want it to exceed the statutory twenty-one weeks and six days. I want to give birth. Baboo! Baboo! What do you want me to lose from this world for? You can't die if you shoot the sar juice into Sophia's womb.

Inside trio, good health! Inside! Inside! Inside!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Don't lick your neck.

We'll do our best. Damn it.

"Become..."

Your cheeks open your eyes from amazement.

I don't mind barking.

Fall to the ground and give yourself healing magic with all your might.

However, it is not efficient to have your neck amputated by a boulder. Tip from the brain stem according to the force, around the spinal cord reacts with pitch, but oddly it doesn't reach the point where the torso grows. Something makes me feel a little sick about quitting being human.

As it is, as it is, it dies.

Black seeps from the edge of your vision gradually.

I'm sure it won't be long. This.

After the decapitation of the human body, there are theories about the time when consciousness is retained. However, there is no doubt that right after the amputation itself now, it will endure an interruption of healing magic unleashed on the aggressive. Try harder anyway, don't think so.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

Also try the Invincible Mode used in the Christina Battle. Lethal injuries are also the most powerful healing magic of all. I have a proven track record of healing Estelle's neck scratch. The feeling of being taken MP gossip accordingly.

But no matter how long I wait, it doesn't grow from the neck down.

What's the matter? Isn't the usual sense of goodness coming? Because you didn't use it beforehand? But it was after the fact when Lolivich. You think you can't cut it a thousand times? Or is it because the operator is only from the neck to the top? I don't know. Oh, I don't know.

If there's one thing I can tell, it's that if it stays like this, it dies.

Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.

Sophia, the love power. He said he'd lose for this, etc.

"Mr. Tanaka!

Allen's guy barked.

I'm rushing over here. He passed by the torso and apparently recognized the top from his neck as my main body. After all, awareness of the human body doesn't seem that different in this world.

What a healthy handsome man, when it comes to the enemy's present.

What's more, he held my head so hard against his chest that he lost his head from the brain stem. Blah, blah, blah. I think it's very disgusting. There's a lot of blood and stuff. Other than blood, the liquid is seeping through. So, here's the thing, he's giving me the guts.

Feel the love, overwhelming love.

There's no way Estelle can fall in love with you.

"Mr. Tanaka! Please hold on!

"... Oh, thank you, thank you"

Love overflows the inside of my chest.

I don't have any more, though, chest.

But it's overflowing.

I have feelings for a handsome guy who even needs a soy sauce face like this.

I do have one.

"Mr. Allen, you're a really good man."

"Ha, Mr. Tanaka!?

"I'm the last soldier, it's my job to protect you. Don't worry, just run away."

"Huh..."

"Ha, hurry..."

My vision is gradually covered in black.

Apparently, I've been this far.

Mindless.

If so, at least, only this handsome guy wants to miss him off the battlefield.

Oh, my God, wasn't it a good idea?

"Geros, mourn the colored men there."

"Yes, ma'am"

Vertical rolls talk about something.

Correspondingly, the chimoron hair moved.

With that arm flashing, a shockwave-like substitute flew, clawing Allen's torso holding me. With the sound of a butun, the sight swings again. Right beside him, I saw a handsome eye that looked stunned open.

"Ah, Mr. Allen..."

A large amount of blood erupts from the wound.

I don't think so.

If you look at it, it's split up and down around the umbilical area.

It's just like Gonzalez one day.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha... yawn, ha..."

How do you tell me to escape just from the neck to the top?

Omae is the one who's in trouble.

There's a splash of stuff in your body.

Recovery. We need more healing magic.

Shoot and unleash healing magic toward the handsome. Then, what's the matter, isn't there a new flesh growing out of the skull and wound this way? From the handsome umbilical to the bottom, the lower body, which has a reputation for Yancha's condition, still heals just like Gonzalez one day.

Is this it? Differences in subjects are the difference in the ease of recovery.

Maximum HP or something. About double digits.

It's just, like him, it won't be fully healed in seconds.

After all, there seems to be a serious lack of MP. Shortly after mass consumption in this way. Sensation of healing at critical places in conjunction with natural recovery. Feels painful, looks like it'll take a few dozen seconds. The slow-growing sight of the human body is the creepiest.

"Or the body, yet again, yuku..."

"It's a hell of a monster to be able to heal your allies in that situation! Maybe I can just admit healing magic and put it up! Big faggot. Wow!

The vertical roll growls, staring down at Allen and me in his arms.

I'm not a faggot.

Allen's too good a guy, though, and he might look like it.

"But you don't seem to be long yourself, do you? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Oh, yeah, cheers, I'm sorry. You can say whatever you want.

Something, nothing.

I prayed aggressively, and what now appears is a status window.

Haven't seen you lately, you long time no see.

Name: Tanaka

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 108

Job: Alchemist

HP: 121/99909

MP: 12302/21755006

STR: 8005

VIT: 11880

DEX: 13900

AGI: 9916

INT: 16219012

LUC: 110

Hmm? Wait a minute.

One more time.

Name: Tanaka

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 108

Job: Alchemist

HP: 639/99909

MP: 18232/21755006

STR: 8005

VIT: 11880

DEX: 13900

AGI: 9916

INT: 16219012

LUC: 110

Something's up a little bit.

It should have been a level double digit before.

The last time I checked was in the middle of a Christina fight. He then also fought with kimoron hair and vertical rolls. But unlike Red Dragon fights, none of them have killed their opponents. Rather, the former and others ended up being full bogged down.

Still, it is a triple-digit achievement of the memorial.

…………

I see.

Assuming there are hidden parameters that are required for experience to level up, I guess that is literally a substitute for experience. I don't know how far experience counts in terms of behavior associated with daily activities.

"What if..."

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV15

Purifying Magic: LV5

Flight Magic: LV55

Skill Points Remaining: 30

All right, here he comes. He's here. Skill points left.

"Mr. Allen, live, die..."

He's the only one who can help.

But healing magic is already at its highest level. What do you want me to do, Dr. Editor? Oh, if I were an editor teacher, if I were an editor teacher, what advice would I give you?

…………

No, I don't think that guy's giving me any busy advice.

He's the weak, gaggling type. Definitely the opposite.

But the basic specs are expensive and it feels like I can handle it.

Instead, one way or another, that's when this happens, that's the kid.

of guidance -.

"Go straight, I knew it was straight, and next time straight again!

It is a convenient delusion.

It's like a running lantern that the brain miso of a dying Loricon shows.

However, even delusions are important in times like this.

Straight, straight, again, straight.

Ouch.

Straight. Straight.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LV45

Purifying Magic: LV5

Flight Magic: LV55

Skill Points Remaining: 0

What is it? Forty-five. I knew it wouldn't be Max.

But, well, that's fine now.

I'll send you down to the rabbit and the corner. A real fireball.

"Not yet, but from now on, it's..."

In the arms of Allen, who fell and lay low, so he was held strong and strong, the Inheritance Tanaka. Where my head originated, the place to talk was the battle toward the blonde vertical roll with a declaration of victory with a Doya face. Let me show you the bottom line of the fireball.

Not so much, but let's pour in all the remaining MPs. Or level 45, consumption that exceeds natural recovery may occur. Precisely, it's good to do it flashy. For a generation, it is literally the last shot left in the world by itself.

Bung, in the form of swallowing yourself and Allen, a magic formation floats beneath it.

Tension ran on the look of the blonde vertical roll as a glance at this. I must have remembered one thing yesterday, one thing in the forest. Once, Dada hasn't nearly killed me. Probably helped by kimoron hair in the earthen pit.

"Geros!

Lori big tits bark.

But is there anything more we can do to move the offense?

"Nooooooo"

Eat your teeth and force them to the full.

Seriously, I'll do my best.

Changes came to the point dozens of meters overhead, ahead of the enemy's deployment accordingly.

In the form of rising in the sky, dozens of other large magic formations of different sizes were born, apart from those born beneath us. Each of these aerial geometries is about a dozen meters in size. All of it positions the norm in a way that points it towards the earth, strengthening it with brilliance.

They unfolded without clearance over the meadows, as if they were lids to the sky.

Something and everyone on the field makes him stronger.

Together, a blazing fireball was created in the center of the glow of light. One by one is a giant fireball the size of which is very different from the magic formation. Convenience, the sky is filled with fireball flames. It's like the heavens are burning.

Christina, it was one thing in the war. That's the number now.

The boulders have only increased their level by thirty.

Now it would be possible to bury that hateful female dragon in the first blow as well.

"Ho, gelos..."

"Lady, come back down! This..."

Only two or thirty meters away, towards him and her who can be wolf.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Anger also comes in, shooting magic as far as power goes.

I'm sorry, but I'll let you shoot me.

The numerous flames that float in the sky burn down the soldiers deployed in the same place over the hedges of enemy allies. The earth can be determined according to falling into the land one shot at a time. Craters of a depth of more than a dozen meters are born here and there.

Burn down all the tangents of the battlefield more forward than we face, at the critical point.

Allied soldiers are also involved in a considerable number, but there is no way to do it beyond this period. As long as Allen and Allen's troops at the rear are safe, I'm sorry, but let the others take a tear. Someone who has done better to me than strangers is more important.

Zdonsdon and seriously Meteo so loud that the tympanic membrane breaks.

In contrast to those sights, healing magic is yielding results beside them.

Mr. Allen grows down from his umbilical cord, as Gonzalez always did. I have already finished growing around my fat crotch. It will be restored to its toenails without taking long. Chinchin's size won.

"... Tanaka, this is..."

"And then, please…"

Allen, that's cool. Seriously cool. Love it.

I have a bigger dick, though.

"... and to all of you, until now, yes, thank you..."

"Ha, Mr. Tanaka!? Mr. Tanaka!

The last sight I saw was Allen's pimp.

Nice guy's got a good etiquette down there.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

I started searching in writing for Mr. Tanaka's whereabouts, and all half a minute had passed. Apparently, the progress is unexpected, and Lady Farren and Lady Estelle seem in no small haste together.

"I can't find you..."

"Mm-hmm. It's a hassle to have all this on a boulder."

Probably caused by Mr. Dragon, who gives the same spot a good glance.

"Not yet?

I've already finished eating the cake I've been getting my hands on until now, and it looks like the limit of patience is finally near. The questioning voices that you may have heard several times over the past few times seem a lot more offensive.

I'm scared. The castle is going to be a big deal as it is.

"We're almost there!

I think Mr. Estelle, who talks, has lost his spare time.

Master Farren also has a serious eye for fishing for paperwork.

"Is this your subordinate? I don't know where he is."

"It's a takeover period now, and, uh, my predecessor's senior official is still in the castle. For once, although I stand on top of it in shape, the last few days I've had a lot of work to do while I've been learning to practice, because I've left it to them"

"I don't know how the world works. But taking care of the herd is also a pity to be busy '

"Gu......"

Estelle's cheek strengthens for anything she doesn't hesitate to say.

Soon, however, that expression restored calm.

"... yes, it would have been nice if I had been firmer"

Probably thinking of Mr. Tanaka.

There was no objection.

However, Mr. Dragon is the same.

'That's what I'm talking about. Find it if you understand. Curse Me'

…………

You're more aristocratic than a lousy nobleman.

Something's already overwhelming me.

and well, that's the situation, so it's very hard to be jizzy without doing anything by yourself. If there was at least something to do, etc., is it a pile of paperwork arranged on the table that naturally enters your eyes?

"Oh, you know, I can help you too..."

I accidentally ran that on my mouth when I realized it. It's the letters that you can read, but where you two are struggling without being able to find them, can a one-size-fits-all maid style be a force for war? It's not like confidence or anything. It's more likely you'll pull your leg.

"Can you read letters and numbers?

"Yes, somewhat..."

"If so, please check the mountains here"

"Ha!"

Still, it was hard to just watch and I reached for one of the paperwork.

Seriously, if you look at it, it's apparently a supply arrangement. The points in the approval column are lined with the mark of the great, and at the end of the day the mark of the ester is stamped. Earlier we talked about our predecessors continuing their practice, but will it be through their eyes at once?

…………

I don't know.

However, in any case, with a few days from taking office, it doesn't seem like we've gotten to the details. It seems almost impossible, such as confirming and approving this number of rulings from history. Perhaps it would be sophisticated to exchange greetings with someone who came with a written statement.

Territorial management is tough.

…………

I think the aristocrats have the hard work of the aristocrats.

I look through one, another and on paper, thinking about things of my own accord, etc. Most of them are supply arrangements, aren't they? Due to the fact that the date is brand new, you two probably finished confirming it. Looks like you're going to use me again for intentions like that.

Dear Estelle, it's gentle.

…………

As long as I've only looked through a dozen sheets?

I felt so uncomfortable.

I see a large number of documents on the procurement of food and armaments, but against this I do not see a commensurate procurement decision for personnel. The latter seems overwhelmingly lacking. I can't find you busy with your enlistment.

Other Knight moves were seen. This one is a hundred or there in number. Something like water on a burning stone from the whole thing. Plus, the transfer destinations are all on the front line. And you all belong to the Central Knights. Is this good?

Unlike the average soldier, the knights, the Sorting Central Knights, are the elite of your country. If I die, it's a survivor's pension or something, and I hear it costs a lot of money. Sometimes your grand aristocratic son belongs as a social study before the governor's inheritance.

How can war be said, what is the intent of suddenly front-line feeding?

"... you know, Estelle"

"What? Sophie."

"The soldiers seem to mobilize less when it comes to this departure..."

"Oh, that's because I'm borrowing people from the Adventurer Guild. In case of a long war, we won't be able to send regular soldiers. That's what Dave said. So we have supplies here, people have guilds, things like that."

"Well, you did. Sorry for the inconvenience."

The boulder is Dear Estelle.

You must have been watching where you should have seen it properly.

"No, it helps me understand quickly. What I'm looking for is exactly what the Alliance is asking for to fill and where it's headed, but it's hard to find. I remember a couple of exchanges, so I'm pretty sure it's lost somewhere."

"I see..."

I can see how to do it myself.

It's just a time limit here.

'... I'm tired'

Mr. Dragon shrugged unexpectedly.

Something and your consciousness will turn to her.

"It would be much quicker to look for the sky by my wing than to fish for such a bunch of paper. Stop it, stop it, can we stay stuck in a place like this'

Stand up over the couch and open the windowsill.

There's a cream of cake on your mouth, Mr. Dragon.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do!?

"I'll go find him. Come on. '

And, uh, by way of example, she went to the floor of the room, and she was laying on that body. With a confident look, I turn only from neck to top to our side, come on, get on quickly, and look down at the look I'm just saying.

"I want to go look for the same, but not until I look for some more!

"Do you want to go back to where you were on this occasion and smash your proud castle to pieces? If you want to go looking, why not go now? Sometimes I hesitate about what '

"Huh..."

Mr. Dragon stares at Lady Ji and Estelle.

You're scared of the black sclera and the golden eyes glowing shittily in the middle.

I'm very bad at it.

"What's up? Come on, get in. '

"But the three of us in the boulder..."

'I'm telling you to get in. Now get on it.'

That's just a threesome suggestion.

It would have been nice to leave a message if I could.

◇ ◆ ◇

I was lying in the meadow when I realized it.

Surprisingly, five bodies satisfied, five senses satisfied. What a flesh that does not show a lack. Furthermore, there is no shortage of clothing this time, as long as it is somewhat dirty to earth and dust. There was nothing painful about it, and if I could help my body, I could easily get my upper body up.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

However, apparently, it was safe. The moment I lost consciousness of one of Allen's things to the final sight, I was attacked by fierce sadness and a slight sense of superiority, but good, I can think and masturbate again with Dr. Editor Lorimanco.

Instead, if you check the perimeter, you'll see Allen embracing his neck right around the corner.

From the bloody top of my neck, it's a terribly disgusting thing. I really don't think I can hold such a creep often. Staring at Busa cousins in Busamen, Mr. Tanaka, Mr. Tanaka, he's repeatedly calling me by my name.

I don't know, don't get a little chesty.

Kind of. Just a little.

……………

In view of those circumstances, it seemed that it had been a very short time since I had lost my mind.

Thanks to this, I somehow understood.

Recovery magic seems to have resuscitated me by recognizing the bottom from my neck as the body. Or did you simply prioritize small damaged areas? Well, good if both have healed. The reason why they left the neck to the top, not to say, is because they were left behind.

Outside of consciousness, the side of the torso was beginning to heal. I guess the decrease in MP and the recovery in HP were pointing that way. I see. Eventually, the brain miso regained its original shape, so the consciousness, which is Honmaru, said it migrated live to you.

…………

With regard to the last point, some doubts remain.

However, I had seen similar phenomena.

Someday in the basement of the atelier, the illusion shown by the editor teacher who was sloppy. The sight of something translucent pointing to herself and describing her as a spiritual body returning to the raw loribody that had been preserved inside the tube remains as a clear memory with its bearded pimp. It's one of the best.

Perhaps just like that, something fluffy has moved from one side to the other. How strange, it happened as a fact, so I can't help it. Or maybe if you study the spiritual body the teacher talked about, there's something you can see. Or, if applied well, there are signs that you might be able to use it rejuvenating.

That was fashionable for a while. Twenty-one grams.

"... are you all right?"

Move your hands and feet to make sure there are no abnormalities in your flesh.

The place remains the same, in the midst of the battlefield.

By the way, like the resurrection hasn't been recognized from around us.

No one or he is anywhere near that.

Many of them had moved on to fleeing the fireball, which had suddenly begun to pour, with no enemies or allies separated. It was suddenly gaining popularity from the battlefield, as if it had scattered spider children thanks to it. Still, the momentum of the fireball, which continues to fall, is a sign that it is likely to continue for some time.

The reason is the fall speed. It is somewhat slower compared to the normal fireball travel speed. Assuming the escape of enemy soldiers, it was a measure to reduce the damage of the allies at all, but apparently it made sense. Thanks to you, I'm still admiring Meteo.

"Mr. Tanaka, please hold on! Mr. Tanaka!"

The only thing left on the scene is Allen.

He's a handsome bastard who barks in my arms.

It seems to have grown completely from the waist down already. He doesn't hide a piece of his groin, he just keeps calling me up from my neck. How embarrassing. A strange feeling, however, which is not least pleasing.

It's just a complicated feeling hitting a handsome dick around the jaw of my neck.

Behind him he let himself descend this way, with tons of fireballs pouring from overhead. The earth trembles as if it had happened even in an earthquake, depending on Zdonsdon and one shot falling.

It's a pretty chaotic sight.

Even a handsome boulder would have a hard picture if he had a round lower body.

"Mr. Tanaka! Hey, Mr. Tanaka!

There is no longer any vertical roll or chimoron hair. Shortly before the first shot of the fireball poured down, he was still dying to see the latter holding the former and escaping. I was using magic that felt like a moment of movement when I saw it. I'm sure I've run away with this before.

Stupid. You're smart, unlike Christina, who's honestly headed straight for it.

I missed it again. Damn.

No, should we prioritize handsome responses over regretting what has passed now?

"Mr. Allen, are you okay with your body?

Instead, I call from behind.

"Huh?"

"Hi..."

Greet him with one hand up for an unscrupulous grin.

At the same time, Allen's screams echo with voices he has never heard in the past.

"Uhhhhh!?

I'm surprised by the bees.

Just a little shocked.

How surprised I am to fall with my neck in my arms. Is it in the shape of looking up at this one with a hard shoulder to support your body? Large, open blue eyes stare at me even as I tremble in amazement. It's a surprise.

"Just, uh, Mr. Tanaka!?

"Yes, it's Tanaka"

"How, how, how!?

"How's your body? I hope it's healing properly."

I feel like I saw it. It doesn't seem important, except for the loss of clothes from the waist down.

Oh, I knew mine was big, big.

I feel like I've gained superiority over Allen for the first time.

"Me, more than me, I, uh, Mr. Tanaka is fine, so it's awesome!?

"Thanks to you, you're right."

Sort of a healthy appeal with both hands moving.

He looks at this like he even found a ghost in the graveyard with his head in his arms. Apparently, they thought he was dead. Naturally. If I've been put in the same situation, I'm screaming at you.

I just can't afford to be too long right now.

I don't know where or what will fly from, even though the war has broken down.

If you don't want your neck strangled again, you should take it off as soon as possible.

"But, well, what the hell is this neck..."

"I was just wondering if I'd be one or eight this time, completely unexpected, or if I'd finally really die. I know you said something embarrassing because of it, but please forget about it."

"I see..."

"Not at all, as long as you're ashamed,"

I didn't think the day would come to leave a will for others.

And you're too shy to end up with an attempt or something. It's a shame.

"Um, but then again..."

"What's wrong?

"No way, until such a situation..."

"I know there are a lot of questions, but let's just take off the field"

Don't dig me back any more. The black history of Joyahoya.

Block the mouth of a truly handsome man and suggest plans for the future.

Punished by boulders. No way. I'm sorry for staying long.

"Ha, ha..."

Kokukoku and Allen shaking his neck vertically.

The shoulders and hips that have been attached to the ground so far are raised and I tend to stand in a great panic. In its arms is still held its neck. The person himself seems to have forgotten that he is holding a bump.

Looking at the dying phase like this, it's busy with about 50% more than usual.

"Mr. Allen, let's throw that away"

"Huh? Oh, no, so, so..."

"That's not what I want to see, like my own head."

"Are you sure?

"That's not me. I don't care what happens."

"... ok"

He lays his neck under his feet, like no way to do it.

Prepare for the graveyard as if it were a priceless offering.

I don't mind you throwing it away, but it's a very polite response.

"Are you sure?

For once now, he's a handsome guy who confirms it.

Personally, it's like asking a dentist to destroy an unfamiliar tooth extraction. Now if you were the head of an army, you should cover it up. Think warring. However, this body is now only one of the many other end-militaries present.

You don't need to take such a gross one.

"I don't mind. Then let's go."

"Okay."

Stand up again and Allen lines up beside you.

With that still pouring fireball rain on our backs, we turned to Trichris, the city where Estelle ruled.

At a time when not only enemy forces but also allies are scattered, it will not be possible to rebuild the army on this occasion. If so, go back to base as far as we can.

That way it will be instructed again, and it must be given.

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By the way, with the Klein boy, would Allen's troops have escaped safely?

Only that one point is truly heartbreaking.