Atelier Tanaka

I even went back to the dorm where I would be at home with Dr. Editor.

It was Estelle, who reinforced her expression with momentum she hadn't tasted, and Sophia, who turned blue beside her. My shoulders are trembling together. It's a discretionary imagination, but the cause is the former and the latter, which would be a manifestation of the exact opposite emotion.

"Um, well, when is your elf going to...?

Together, Estelle opened her mouth as she settled her hips in the living room.

With that being said, only a few of them are familiar.

When did Dr. Editor visit to tell you about the ingredients of the secret drug for rejuvenation?

"Yeah, this is Mr. Editor. You'll be my alchemy teacher."

"... hey"

As soon as I uttered the word teacher, the complaint flew from us.

That said, the teacher is a teacher, so there's no choice.

Lolita with the teacher attribute. That's nice. Instructional reverse rape hope.

"Whatever your name is, it's true that you've learned a lot from it."

"Hmm."

He sits next to me, but turns his back on me.

That's what inspired her attitude, the in-person lolivitch gained momentum.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Elizabeth Fitzclarence."

I don't think I've ever seen Estelle name her full name in private.

Besides, it's not a fake name, it's a real name.

I don't feel half as good as I can come.

The intonation came in, especially when the last name was used as a mouthpiece. I'm not the kind of person to take the initiative and talk about my origins, but I don't hesitate on the occasion that I'm here. I remember Sophia feeling similar when she revealed her yellowing Susie in the school cafeteria before.

What a sad mistake.

Dr. Editor is a non-virgin. I'm a jerk.

"... FitzClarence?

"It's not a big name, but it's a nobleman in this country."

"Isn't that the great nobility of the Penny Empire..."

"Could it have?

…………

Two staring at each other. Mainly in the form of one staring at the other. The Lorivich aristocracy is particularly prominent only today, although its offensive character has been around for a long time. Loved. They love you the most. But I want you to stop any further.

The editor teacher cries. I get the opposite guile.

Sophia or something, already beside the couch, holding the basin while standing and tearing eyes.

"Oh, hey, this guy..."

What am I supposed to do?

The editor teacher asks with a freshly said look.

"Excuse me, this is your alumni living in the next room."

"... right"

None of them are convincing because the years are too far apart.

At my real age, the editor teacher is smashing, but what's important is the appearance.

"What can an alchemist teacher do for him?

"No, I mean for this person, or I'm here to rent an overnight inn..."

Blonde Lori teacher responding in a rare but overwhelming way.

As soon as possible, Estelle's face increases by 30%, increasing the risk.

"Become..."

Sounds very love comedy. Zocon-love heroines have expanded to involve other heroines from mistakes and make them thick in the story. Exactly the King's Road, it would be great.

If only the membranes of the heroines were safe.

"I'm sorry about both of you. Let me explain the situation."

I couldn't help but pinch my mouth and explain how it happened. Based on the interaction with the magic guiding aristocrats, we will report on the situation of the Academic and Technological Association. I just made a love comeback of this any more, and I don't get the feeling that the two of you are just breaking down. I'd like you to get along if possible. Waste costs should be reduced.

Especially to Dr. Editor, I don't want to bother you. To make your stay at home more comfortable, Estelle will want you home early. I really want you to experience Sophia's heartwarming hospitality instead.

The whole thing looks good.

"... so tomorrow, to accept Mr. Farren's invitation."

"Are you sure that's what this is about? Just for the Academic Association..."

"Yes."

"Yes..."

When I gave the explanation from myself, Estelle lost momentum. Calm your floating hips down to the couch in a somewhat somber manner. Seeing a series of behaviors, I feel fiercely sorry for it, but I can't help it all this time.

I don't hate Estelle.

But I can't replace a pajama party with Dr. Editor.

All this time to the boulder, I want to scold Allen's guy. You should repent your lower body as soon as possible and return to your original sheath. You're rarely there, blonde Lori girl, who'll do everything you can to get here. He took that membrane, so it's polite to take care of him for the rest of his life.

If Estelle was a virgin, she grabbed herself without question and was ready to flee to another country dressed as she could afford. I'm confident I'll make all of her complaints come true. I want to try. I'll love the momentum of getting pregnant year after year.

"Hey, I would go back tomorrow morning..."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"But..."

So make a comprehensive determination.

It's more important for me personally than Estelle, who can't handle all the circumstances, to be the editor teacher who might let me cum when I'm grounded. Passive skills punches are great at high levels too. Kunni doesn't go into sex. Virgin Safe.

Therefore, there is absolutely no way that you can go home after this. Beyond the wall this evening, I am willing to enjoy the occassion the teacher who will be sleeping in the next room. I am also willing to filter and drink the rest of the bath water, and I am here.

"Excuse me, Mr. Estelle. Because the editor is special to me."

"Huh..."

Estelle's whole body trembled as if she had been struck by lightning.

Now you'll see.

"Hey, you..."

It would be a good cut to go back to Allen. When that happens, will you introduce me to my friend Jia Jia, a pretty virgin friend at school? If I ask you to keep your head down, I think you might do it once or so. In view of your relationship with Sophia, you take good care of yourself in strange places, this Lolivich.

"... okay..."

"Thank you"

…………

This is the blonde lolita who stands up completely at the same time as saying thank you.

"Oh, you know, Estelle?

"I'm going to rest in my own room for a little while. Now, if you'll excuse me."

I left the living room with Tobotobo.

Gi, Batan. Footsteps to retreat away at the same time as the door to the room is closed.

Eventually the signs disappeared across the hallway.

…………

As far as I could see, my chest hurts a lot.

As I saw the sad girl's back, I wanted to hug her from behind with all my might. Sea bream even if it rots. Lolita even if you lose the membrane. Cute stuff is cute.

I would like to make friends with Dr. Editor forever, if possible. Because this flesh is a delicacy that I would love to 3P at the dawn when I was de-virginated.

◇ ◆ ◇

In conclusion, the bath water was drained.

…………

How did you dry it, what's wrong with this as you see a tub that doesn't even leave a grain of water droplets empty and doesn't even leave one more hair loss? Corner, you said you gave up the bath the most, but this doesn't make any sense.

By the way, Sophia took it as a shield to be a maid and insisted on getting in after this one hard every day. I don't have the experience to flavour it once because of it. Immediately after entering the dormitory, the current system of bath cleaning, which I have proposed many times, has also been refused.

Though I thought today would be the day for years of dreams to come true, it's mindless.

I have no choice but to finish bathing normally.

Dry your wet body into a towel and fireball to the living room.

"Ah, Mr. Tanaka. The rice is ready."

"Thank you, Mr. Sophia"

A good scent that tickles the nasal cavity. Meals served by the maid by way of example are arranged at the dining table. Sophia and Dr. Editor are already there to surround this, and apparently they were waiting for us.

"Thank you for taking the time to wait."

"I don't think you can just leave your landlord alone and eat first."

"No, I didn't mind if I was eating something else"

"Get in your seat now. The food gets cold."

"Right."

Encouraged, she sat down next to her for a meal.

By the way, the current editor teacher is night-style wearing the bedding that Sophia has sourced from nowhere. A gown that looks expensive, separate from one that looks at your home, peeking through an open collar is something like a baby doll made in silky fabric.

…………

I can even see the clavicle, it's so horny and cute.

The hem of the gown, which is made even shorter, makes the thick crotch look munchy.

"... what's up?

"No, it's nothing. I thought this soup was delicious."

"Right. The boulder is only a meal served by the school. Delicious."

"The subtle Egumi hidden in the salt air adds depth to the flavor."

"... Eggumi?

"Don't you feel it? Only a few, though."

"No, it's not a very diet-obsessed nature."

"I see."

I can't see the boundaries of Dr. Editor, who won't let me drink bath water, but will spare no effort to see the clavicle of the hot tub or the thick crotch I put together.

How far would you forgive me if I drank alcohol or something with you? Would you let me touch it if it was from the top of my clothes? Like, I feel so happy just being paranoid.

The rice is also delicious today because the thick crotch peeking from the hem of the gown is the most munchy.

Disguised as nature, his gaze flickered on the next seat, Dr. Editor's thick crotch. It's been a long time, so forget about flirting. The hands moving the chopsticks also remained appropriate, and we delighted them with indifference.

Things in the middle of that, accidentally frontal, Sophia raised her voice.

"Ta, Tanaka..."

It looks somewhat surprising.

"What's wrong?

Aya, did you find out about Dr. Editor's fat crotch watching? Tension runs like a cum and a heart being eagled. Dokun and chest pulse loudly.

I just didn't see her gaze this way. Opposite it is the windowsill facing the living room, behind its own face.

All the time, I look back with the editor teacher.

Then what happened? The gap between the curtain and the window frame, people's faces peeking slightly, Giroli, isn't it staring at this one?

It's like a psychic photo.

"Huh..."

A voiceless scream rose out of Dr. Editor's mouth.

Apparently surprised.

I was surprised, too. I almost raised my voice. It sucked for 10%.

"Um, what if, Estelle..."

The blonde hair hanging from the eye area, I see, does look like it.

If you're judging me in the slightest, Estelle is now staring at my regiment from the outside by herself, glued to the outer wall of the dorm, floating with flying magic. As for the deeds of your grand aristocratic daughter, she is not very, but she cannot be seen.

"Um, uh, Mr. Tanaka..."

"Yes."

Nod and take a seat.

Walk to the window with Stasta.

Vikri, there is only a slight reaction on the other side with the glass pinched. However, it seems that Estelle is really the one who keeps staying in the same place without escaping nonetheless. I can see the movement of the clicks and eyeballs so that I can follow each of these actions.

I opened the window and asked.

"Mr. Estelle, too, if you don't mind, could you join us for a meal?

"... is that good?

"As long as you're good, as far as I'm concerned."

"Oh!?

"Yes."

"Then, uh, oh, let me call you..."

Cochlear, a small nodding blonde lolita synthesized a rendezvous from the window.

You're getting a little sick. This lollivitch.

◇ ◆ ◇

A table place that grew in number from three to four and became just a little lively. Estelle's meal was served by Sophia on a run for a new meal. Hahaha and the exhalation of a distracting maid is eroticism. I stare at my lips unexpectedly. I want a thick velvet.

"I wanted to tell you something."

Calm your hips for a while, Estelle said.

By the way, her seat is next to Sophia, and she will be the front of Dr. Editor. It's a diagonal arrangement with itself. This is because there were no other vacancies for the convenience of having a dining set for four. At times, Sophia moved to slip next to her, but Estelle herself retained this to this day.

"Is it to me?

"It's tomorrow, but I have plans to see it this afternoon."

"What, tomorrow?

"Can you do me a favor? I'm sorry for all the suddenness."

"If the king called you, there's no reason to say no..."

It would be the stories of the aristocrats I used to say.

"Thank you, I'm glad you snorted. Very."

"But, you know, I..."

"Being a nobleman would make life easier. I will always support you to the end. So let's go with it, shall we? I'll take care of everything. I hope you live as you always do. You don't have to think about anything else."

"No, for that reason on the boulder."

I didn't think the day would come when I would get a Hippo Man recommendation from a blonde Lori girl.

I don't know how used you are, but I'd love to hear you say that.

Here recently, Estelle's appeal follows a path of intensification. To be honest, I'm here groovy. If they grabbed Othin, they wouldn't get away with it. In the unlikely event of being felled or something, the Confidence Maximum falls as-is.

"Oh, hey, are you going to be a nobleman in this country?

Using a series of interactions as ears, Dr. Editor asks how terribly surprised you are.

After all, what makes civilians noble is like an event that has a corresponding impact.

"We haven't decided yet, Mr. Editor."

"No, it's already been decided. The result of the uprooting arrived earlier as a letter."

"Huh..."

Seriously.

"That's why I came down here to tell you. On the side of the faction I was opposed to, I guess you got your thoughts together on a set of conditions. As a matter of fact, tomorrow's glimpse could be an opportunity to bring this to our side."

"Oh, you did"

The result is a psychic photograph I saw this way.

I see.

I may have understood her psychological situation just a little bit.

"I'll be at the Academic Club, but I'll be out on my way to the castle. I'm keeping my plans down here, so I'll be on my way when that happens. Sir Farren asked you out anyway, didn't he?

"Yeah, that's a good guess"

"I want to be able to find out all about you."

"... thank you"

Estelle and Dr. Editor.

Looking at the two of them, they rock hard.

The values.

Tokugawa Shogun, who received a visit from a black ship, must have been like this.

◇ ◆ ◇

The next morning, as promised, the demonic nobility came.

There are other appearances of Christina in the carriage she boarded, in the form of an extra ride by herself and Dr. Editor. The place is with the lecture hall in the same school. I could walk to it, but it was a car trip due to the fact that it was quite a distance away.

"Mr. Farren, this is Mr. Editor. My alchemist teacher, who invented a recipe for a secret drug that cured the princess's illness."

"Whew! My name is Farren. I teach at school. May I ask you a favor?"

A demonic nobleman who greets with a grin.

He's still the same guy who won't budge.

"Oh, oh... it's the editor. He's an alchemist. That's not a big deal."

On the other hand, Dr. Editor has a slight pull.

It still seems familiar to people. I can't even afford to react to the word "teacher". In retrospect, last night passed without a busy exchange of words with anyone but myself.

Well, together, it's a reaction as expected.

"So, you know, what? Thank you for inviting me."

Mozily, but still thankful, Editor teacher is a courteous man.

Nice gap with the blurry tone.

"If you know this man, there's no reason to say no. I want you to have a good time today. If you want, you can have a seat here."

"That's enough. Just watch, just watch."

"Okay. Then let's do that. But if you change your mind, you should call me."

"Oh well..."

You're a demonic nobleman, Norinoli.

I guess I'm looking forward to doing the rest with the Academic Club. Side by side, I feel signs of a rear filling that tends away from the cultural festival just before.

"Hey, what's wrong with greeting me? Ningen '

And next to him is Christina.

The consultation the other day never seemed to be a joke. It makes me look like a companion to work. Its presence also undoubtedly plays a part in distracting the demonic aristocracy.

"You said tomorrow, didn't you? Let it wait for two days."

"Excuse me, with all the stuff I've been putting in"

It's tomorrow. I don't remember.

Well, no, they're Christina.

"Chi......"

Lori Dragon lets you try tongue punching and so on in frustration.

By the way, she looks dressed as well as when she is today. However, it would never be a mistake to have the skirt just a little shorter in length. Probably the result of reflecting the lust of the demonic aristocracy. This Osama guy is making steady strides on Loricon Road.

By the way, the color is still bright red. I'm sure you like it.

"That said, if Mr. Farren was with us, he would never have been bored"

"As, well? I think I can use more than you. Don't you think so yourself?

"Even so. You see, Mr. Farren is very attentive."

I'll keep yoishing all the time here.

If you look at the face of a demonic nobleman, you have a less than full look.

"Hmm......"

Just one snort to go on and Christina shut up in a grumpy manner.

"What's up? You don't have the usual energy."

Shut up, Ningen.

"... is that right"

But back from the conflict, this one, that's too blessed and scary. All around you are cute beautiful girls. Furthermore, everyone feels unilaterally tired and at the height of their lives. You don't have to worry about your daily rice any more, or your tears choke up with joy.

This lasts forever as long as you wish, and eventually Yaritin World, which lasts from de-virginity. Estelle Chan and Dr. Editor, may the Lunatic 3P with you both come true. May they, pregnant and tummy grown, line up naked and smile.

◇ ◆ ◇

To be rocked by a carriage. For a while, I safely arrived at the venue of the Academic Club and Yakuza.

From there on, it becomes an act of parting from the demonic nobility. He traveled with himself, Dr. Editor, and Christina according to his staff instructions. Speaking of where to go, the guide's staff talks about the VIP seats and what to do.

Sounds like a good space with a view of everything venue.

The majority of the audience have separate seats and it is normal to listen.

If that audience also takes into account the fact that almost everything is occupied by the nobility, then it is up to us to see how our guided VIP seats and dots are superior seats. I am so worried that it would be good to put three civilians through such a place.

"I'll be here. Take your seat of choice."

"Thank you"

Meet the staff and come to the VIP table.

Sensibly, it's a Dompisha if you think of the Mariinski Theatre that you see in your blog post, or the Ford Theatre, or the VIP seats at the facility in that hand.

It's also unfortunately extravagant as an institution, and there's more than enough room between the seats for a toddler not to hit her head in the bridge.

"Hmm, this is what the Ningens call a VIP."

Lori Dragon walking into infidelity and infidelity and sitting on one of her seats.

The flesh of a young girl wraps around a fuzzy cushion. Beautiful.

I want to wear this and wrap the flesh of a young girl deep.

"Mr. Editor, let's take a seat, too."

"Ah, ah..."

In contrast to the Lori Dragon, at first glance, it is Dr. Lorimchi who is under barometric pressure by the outspoken. Speak up for this and sit back in your seat again yourself.

Himself as the middle, the deepest on the right is Dr. Editor. Lori Dragon on the left.

Conveniently, this filled half of the seats set up in the same place.

By the entrance and exit of the room, the maid will refrain from upright immobilization because she thinks it is exclusive to the area. Is this what it's like to be first class on a passenger plane? To the extent that such delusions came to mind, it was an extremely superior space.

"Hey, I don't have time for this..."

A teacher sitting in the next seat talks hisso.

There is a sense of commonality from the anxious look on his face.

"You don't have to worry about that area. That's where I invited you."

"But, but..."

Or maybe this is the right relationship between civilians and nobility.

I have a somewhat dull understanding of myself coming from the outside.

"In case a claim comes around, I invited you to pay. I'll take it. The editor doesn't care about details, so if you feel comfortable focusing on listening, that would be the most delightful part."

"Oooh..."

"Ugh?

"Hey, whatever. No!

I thought you made an unexpected strange voice, Dr. Editor, who turned to the front. The scene is still unscreened ahead of its gaze. If the person is nothing, that's it for the story. Let's snort honestly.

The problem is more of a well-behaved girlfriend than an outlaw who sat on the other side pinching herself.

"Hey, haven't you? How long are you gonna keep him waiting?

"Why don't you be quiet for a minute?

The beginning and end of sitting back and starting to complain after a few minutes.

Demonic aristocrats also fell in love with troublesome arrangements.

That sure is cute to look at. If they ask you if you want to have sex or not, you can go inside without asking questions. Eventually, I want to admire my tummy plumping and swelling from really different angles.

Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah.

"Shall I bring you a drink?

Unexpectedly my voice hung more than my side.

When was the maid approaching? He is one of those who refrained by the entrance and exit. Probably made sure the Lori Dragon was foolish and moved to get in the mood. That's totally virgin treatment.

"Excuse me, please"

"Bring the cuddly one."

"Yes, I accept"

Do you like foaming?

Extremely irrelevant information.

Only on this kind of topic, you can't forget it.

Then for a while, waiting with one hand for the beverage the maid carried, the entrance and exit of the VIP seat opened again. If you turn your gaze, it is the beautiful girl in a luxurious dress who revealed herself from the other side of the door.

"... are you serious"

The figure looked familiar.

The castle of the capital, Kalis, is the Pajamatko who glimpsed it between the sights. If I remember correctly, I am the princess of this country, who took Dr. Editor's medicine to cure my illness.

"Oh, you have other customers this year"

She gave us a small meeting.

As soon as he shows up, he moves on to one of the vacant seats, prompted by the squire Osama with him. He's the only companion I can't confirm the appearance of anyone else.

Osama is in his fifties with the perfect name Sebastian.

He had just guided the princess and stood upright immobilized near the maids, beside the entrance and exit of the room as he returned his heels. Apparently, he's not getting to his seat.

"Hey, the curtain's coming up."

"Yeah, looks like it's going to start."

The Lori Dragon doesn't look like she cared anything about the princess's appearance. I look at the side of the stage where there have been other changes and say it out loud. It is a completely other personnel state.

The same was true of Dr. Editor, who didn't seem to care about her appearance. Or is it the manifestation of the will to strive to become involved?

"Ah, Mr. Farren is standing."

Osama, who was accustomed to seeing in the center of the stage, appeared ahead of us.

Early on the arrival of the princess, the event began as if the time had come.

◇ ◆ ◇

For some time from the opening, to judge whether or not it will be exchanged on the stage, an academic society is like a conference on magic technology. If you follow the words of the exorcist nobility spoken at the beginning, everything is held once a year, on a regular basis, in the same place.

The primary speaker is a teacher based in the same school, and the good and bad presentation here will prove his title in the school for the next year. As a result of unfortunate announcements in the past, there appear to be few restated arrangements.

The point is the annual public exam day for school teachers, and so on. Now is the time to welcome the audience to nobility unrelated to students and schools, but at the time of its inauguration, they used the school's conference room to do so more inwardly, only by teachers.

However, aside from those origins, there are probably some cases where the doorstep for the event is open outside the school today, inviting intellectuals from outside, etc. As a result of that slightly larger scale, today's Academic Club and Yakuza appear to exist.

Besides, the hosting is with the demonic nobility. That Osama, apparently, was the director of the school. That's top of the list, too. He was able to get me into backdoor school with one face on the street. It is a power of convincing. I think it's a vocation for him.

As such, right now, a school teacher who has something to do on the stage is making his own announcement with a large audience. Something tells me that swinging a thermal valve against a nearly four-digit audience is hard to understand.

"Well, is that where you inject magic? Stirring further? … I see."

Chirali, if you look into the next seat, you'll see Dr. Editor with a serious eye on the stage.

Good. I hope you enjoy it. You were right to come with me.

Meanwhile.

'... that's an unusual effort. such a reaction, would be pointless before my power'

I feel it's working this way and to the extent of my spare time.

That said, I don't know if all the criteria are me, Christina. Whenever a speaker talks about something, he confronts the bumps by himself. Even mysterious looks go hand in hand, how creepy.

…………

Therefore, the person who does not understand the content of the announcement in the same place is himself.

The schoolteachers who take the stage state that they all fall from right to left. Teacher Editor still regrets that Christina or less is more than I imagined. That said, it is incomprehensible, so there is no way of doing it.

For a while like that, there was a peaceful time in the VIP table.

Slightly, it is a fold of the rest time provided along the way.

"Um, a little... would you mind?

I was accidentally called out.

Turn around the side you hear and come, across from Christina, the seat where the princess sat is empty. Her figure was beside herself as to when she walked over. I'm staring at you as far as I can touch you.

"This is it, Princess"

Stand up in a great panic and poke your knees to the floor.

I'm guessing Sebastian is giving you a glimpse at the entrance and exit of the floor. Hitting bad will definitely matter. Everything has to be calm.

"Don't be afraid."

Nicoli, a princess with a frantic grin.

Even from the top of a luxurious dress. The flesh is my body, which seems to be as manly as ever. I can see the lines of my body in the distance. My chest and ass are big and prickly. On the other hand, the hips are relatively well bracketed and boncubong.

"Can I help you with this kind of mundane husband?

"Aren't you the one you met before?

"Remember the faces of civilians like me, and we are delighted."

"It still was."

When I confessed honestly, a grin appeared on the princess's face.

"This is how I gained my physical freedom thanks to the secret medicine you gave me. I wanted to thank you once."

"Words without body. However, I have already received it from Your Majesty, if I may thank you. I'm sorry to hear more from Her Royal Highness."

"Not yet from me, is it?

"That is so..."

That's a hassle.

The look on Sebastian's face is gradually shifting. That's what I wanted the demonic nobleman to say if the princess was with him. If you would have done so, you would have been able to resign beforehand.

"Are you an associate of this school?

"Yes, Sir Farren has introduced me to you as a student."

Operation to get his name out and get Sebastian in the mood. Chirali, if I turned my gaze on him, I could confirm his appearance with a slightly stronger expression. Good. Correct.

"Well, that's an odd encounter"

"... and my name is?

"I'm going to go to this school next year."

As we speak, it feels painfully like I was in my mid-teens. If I were to enroll in school, I would be of the right age. That said, it was surprising that there was a culture of admission to royalty besides nobility.

Incidentally, it's an admissions ceremony for the same school, but the receptionist Onechan said, it just happened last month. Starting next year means it will all be a year from now. I have plans for the time being.

"That's what happened to my seat today, and I'm giving you a tour."

"I will honor you for your sincere attitude toward academia."

"I'm not looking forward to this."

"The school is a great place. I wonder if His Royal Highness deserves to be taught the gift of Lord Farren's cleansing spirit, a place that can be widely renowned outside the country where it operates."

"You speak well for being a civilian. It's nice."

"That is not the case. I'm still nervous and my chest is going to rip."

The cause is Christina, right next door, watching over here.

I honestly don't care for the moment right now if this poisonous tongue dragon won't throw an insensitive tantrum. With a sitting back position on his chair, he is zipping at the princess's shoulder with a sarcastic eye.

Or just now, even one of the complaints overflowed and my jaw moved to open my mouth.

No, no, no.

No way, you mustn't let me.

In a panic, I created a fireball at a critical point, either touching her tibia or not, in a blind spot from other faces. Smaller size. But the temperature is higher. My skin is burning a little.

"Eh..."

Lori Dragon that fights accordingly and lets you wield your whole body.

The opening mouth was closed as soon as possible. I don't know what you're trying to say, but it's like you understand me properly. Kristina from time to time looks like an idiot from an inferior point of view to interpersonal experience, but never an idiot. Instead, its wit is tattooed by the magical guiding aristocrats.

Safe.

Rigiri Safe.

The princess really doesn't know about the exchanges behind those things or anything.

"Oh, that's tough."

He doesn't seem to care. He keeps talking to me.

I want you to give me a break.

"If you don't mind, why don't we talk in the room, not in a place like this?

Besides, what's the matter, the princess invited me or something.

I'm so happy for you.

That being said, that's the problem. The majority of the reasons are Christina. I can't take my eyes off him in the presence of Dr. Editor. In the unlikely event of a roll-out of belly bread or something, no matter how much you are a teacher, you will have to blow it up.

And Sebastian's eyes.

"I admire the depth of the nostalgia of Her Royal Highness, who speaks out immediately to such a despicable person. I just got your word, and I'm comfortable rising to heaven."

"Ugh, you like honest people, don't you?

"Therefore, please, there is no reason to commit imitations that would degrade Her Royal Highness. If there are any obstacles, we are in a position to pull ourselves back."

"Oh, you can't connect. It's an invitation from the princess."

"I am in the civilian population. We are in an unlikely happiness even if it is an opportunity to receive your words in this way if it is meant to be. Seeking more is too much luxury."

"... Too bad"

"Sorry"

Keep your head down for now.

The one who doesn't touch God.

The break comes to an end as we do so. Once again, the stage curtain rose, followed by the speaker revealing himself. Other applause echoes from the audience.

"Oh, here we go."

"Your Highness, I was wondering if you'd like to take your seat."

Sebastian revealed herself beside the princess when she approached. I guess I was aiming for an opportunity to speak up to her. Doesn't it do a pretty good job?

Just take a peek at your face, and see, Sebastian's expression is back on top of the original Buddha. Good. Judgment, sounds right.

Later, beside her, he would be the butler. He stands up.

No more contact from the other side, and the presentation of the Academic Association took place only mildly.

◇ ◆ ◇

Estelle's pick up was visited during her lunch break.

"I'm coming for you!

Bang, Lolibitschi showed herself at the end of a door that opened up well in momentum.

She found the princess in the VIP room and looked somewhat surprised. Apparently, he didn't know he was visiting. Hello her momentum at the beginning of the break-in was lost early and became an aristocratic mode.

"Oh, Elizabeth."

"This is Her Highness the Princess. Long time no see."

Estelle pounding her knees in a hurry.

"Long time no see. Now Viscount Fitzclarence, was it?

"Yes, Your Majesty gave it to me."

"I hear the story, too. You think you did a great job with everything?"

Whatever the daughters of the great nobility, it seems courteous to Fuku before the princess. It can be judged that what I said earlier about the appropriateness was never too great in view of this sight. I'm glad I handled it properly.

"But how could Angelica go to a place like this?

"I'll start school next year, won't I?

"Huh? Well, did you?

"Yeah, I'm glad Liz took care of me as a senior."

"Yes, for the fold of admission, thank you."

"Hehe, that's my dialogue, Liz"

Between the great men of the Penny Empire, maybe like face-to-face patterns. Or if you skip Sebastian's glance at confirmation, you won't find a reaction that seems to take it away and react. Apparently this is normal interaction for them.

I see.

"By the way, Dear Angelica, this is your time."

"What?

"Your Highness is now carrying me your words, and I apologize for the early greeting, but please forgive me for taking this opportunity to be rude"

"Oh, really? From your father?

"Yes."

"If that's the case, I can't help it."

"Excuse me."

At the same time as I briefly say no, Estelle's consciousness heads this way.

"Oh, there's a carriage outside! I want you to come."

"Yeah, okay."

Aid in the acceptance of points of agreement. The editor teacher with the appearance of wanting would be good to leave him in the same place as he wished. The teacher is more common sense than anyone else. One left, accompanied by those who can never be left alone, moves behind the VIP room.

"Mr. Christina. Please come."

"Ah? Where are you going?"

"Just shut up and come here."

"Eh..."

To put it a little harder, the Lori Dragon has honestly arrived after us.

I think I'm starting to figure out how to beat it.

Let's try and remember this advantage regularly in the future.

◇ ◆ ◇

After the VIP room, we go down the hallway of the school.

Proceed early on foot.

'Hey, where are you going?! Explain it. "

The convenience of getting there with an honest nod, depressing cuteness that involves the pride-inspired Lori Dragon doing it. If it's true, I'd like to keep it with the Demonic Nobleman, but I can't help but think that he won't have room for it right now, so I'm with him.

"We're going to the castle. Please bear with me as I prepare a delicious cake."

Are you making a strange mistake about me being caught in food?

"It's delicious, the cake in the castle"

'... are you licking me?

"This is how I hoped to accompany you because I didn't lick you. Or do you want to be licked? Or just to be careful, if you want to be crusaded here and now, I won't hesitate."

"Eh..."

"Please, be nice to me."

'... Huh'

Shut the Lori Dragon up by talking about appropriateness.

"By the way, could one be better?

"What is it?

"Why is that dragon with you?

"Oh, that's Mr. Farren's guide."

"... Really?

"Because I found out myself this morning after I joined him"

"Oh, yeah, I was!

"Yes."

There's a grin on Pa and Estelle's face.

What an easy person to understand.

Besides, today she is, well, what a change of mood. I'm shaking my proud blonde hair to twin tails. Thanks to her usually blonde lollies, she's a blonde lollies twin tail today. Twin tails still look good on blonde Lori. I don't know, like this, unspoken emotion z pops into my chest. It reacts at the same level as knee tendon reflexes.

"That hairstyle looks great on you."

"Huh!?

"I think it's nice"

I accidentally spoke naturally.

I don't think there's any Lolicon who doesn't like blonde Lori twin tails.

"Huh..."

As soon as I get there, I turn my face bright red and start to get bored, Lolibitch. The momentum of walking was even faster as he dropped his gaze below his feet. Go ahead of us a few times in the rear.

Apparently, it's embarrassing.

Totally adorable.

"Then the carriage is over here!

Normally it turns bright red to the invisible ears hidden in my hair.

Maybe a little sooner.

But the blonde Lori twin tail is cute, so I can't help it.

Blonde Lori Twin Tail is not guilty.

On our way, we left the VIP table and walked down the inner hallway, eventually to the outside hallway of the school. From there on, you need to go through the garden space to the street facing the main entrance of the school. Walk fast with the two Lori through a school that is also popular thanks to the Magic Conference.

Then we checked the crowd forward as we headed.

There are a lot of people, civilians and crowds.

An impromptu stage and thought-provoking facilities were created with a yagura arranged around the corner of the site. I can see how people move on the stage. Probably like the opera, or the singing stage. I can hear the tempo sounding all the way down the street to us.

"Is that... what is it?

It was spoken naturally.

The one who answered this was Lolivich, who was just a little ahead of him.

"The Magic Knights will do the stage," he said!

"Stage, is it?

"I thought it was a measure to make a good impression on the Knights!

"I see."

"Yes! I see!

Even in this world, it doesn't matter where you go down. It would be like aircraft performance by militia. Even from Estelle's narrative grass, I can peek at it like it's not an event to take away and care about.

However, the stage itself seems to be flourishing for a long time, with a near-four-digit number gathered together, albeit on a reckoning basis. If that's all people are coming together, it's still sex as a freshman in the other world that bothers me less.

…………

"I wonder what's wrong!?

"No, it doesn't mean what's going on..."

I didn't have a chance to touch this world's entertainment.

While moving his legs, he turned his gaze to confirm those who stood on the stage. As the walk progresses and the distance approaches, you will be able to see the details. Standing on stage are a few men with instruments and one woman in the center of them.

It must be like an outdoor stage in this world. I also understand that this hand entertainment exists from what Dr. Editor was saying the other day. I stare at you to at least just worship the face of a girl standing in the center.

Then what happened?

"Ah..."

I accidentally raised my voice.

"Duh, what is it?

"Isn't that Mr. Zophy?

"... Huh?

Fully armed with a lollipop of frills, he discovered the appearance of an increasingly sophisticated child.

I was wondering if you wouldn't even see him here beside Allen, but I can't imagine he was making his idol debut. He sings a song as he waves his love to the civilians gathered under the stage.

If you take a closer look, you'll also find the arrangements for an aristocratic outfit chilling.

"... ho, really, you're Zophy"

Looks like Estelle checked her out, too, where my gaze points.

The name was uttered in a terrible surprise.

"She could sing a song, right?"

And you're surprisingly good.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?

"But he's the son of a historical aristocrat, right? I wonder what you're thinking about standing on stage in front of civilians. Does Count Bitch know?

"If that's what you mean, I think Estelle's adventurer history is pretty good."

"Wow, I'm good! I am!"

…………

Looking at Estelle's reaction, apparently something out of the ordinary.

That said, we seem to enjoy ourselves on stage. Occasionally, from under the stage, Sama Cyan, a voice calling out her name sounds. I try to throw my gaze at it according to it, Kurli, I try to spin it on the spot, and I deal with it in a much riper condition.

The atmosphere of the venue is decent due to the entry of customers.

What a one-sided view, I accidentally had a gaze with her on the stage.

I felt it.

Make it a straight distance and it's only twenty meters.

"She just saw us."

"After all, do you think so?

"Yes."

"As it is, well, now that you seem to be working..."

"... right"

'Hey......'

We dropped Zophy off backwards as we sent our gaze on the far-winder.

The conversation with Estelle is often stalled by the sight of her. I don't know, look, that's it. I also feel like I found an acquaintance in Akihabara's club who acts as an underground idol. He doesn't need to talk.

Christina ignored.