Atelier Tanaka

Flying from Mount Dortz all the time for half an hour.

We have returned safely to Dragon City.

Early on returning home, the Demon Guided Noble immediately pulled into the room to study the magic formations copied on paper. Apparently, space magic and doing is a fairly rare substitute. In view of the magic formations ahead, the breadth of application would also be diverse. It's a good opportunity, and when he shows some calm, I'm going to look at the gaps and listen.

Lorigon, on the other hand, said the tension soared as he saw Dragon City return for the first time in a long time. I went out to the city patrol without anyone telling me anything. He said he had to make sure I didn't have any problems while I was away! As mayor! Sort of. As long as you're happy with your attachment.

And speaking of myself, since I broke up with you two, I've had one gobble in my own bed. Taking a bath is also a hassle, falling over the sheet without even changing and falling asleep without gobbling, gobbling, or doing anything. Even though there's so much else to do, I really don't feel like waking myself up.

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The reason is biased, Gogol.

Her standing dance, seen at the breakup, glistens from the beginning to the back of her brain.

That is a terribly simple delusion.

It is an event in the near future, for example. When the opportunity came to use the magic formations of Mount Dortz again. Flying with space magic, meeting in a stone room of about thirty square meters, as an example, must be, perhaps, the remains of a rotten or mummified Gogol on a straw bed.

If she were to cause her mentality to break, that would be more than the fact that she was reading this one's mind, and that last sight would be an irrevocable sludge, leaving a sickle that's not good for the rest of her life.

Thinking about it, thank you. It just swells up.

It takes a lot of magic to start the magic formation. As far as checking your status, it will be difficult for Gogol. That is why no matter how strongly she seeks, she will not be able to visit us, but will surely decay as she curses her own birth.

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Maybe I'll think of something.

That is the most ideal.

However, I tend to be so pessimistic about myself right now that I think things in the wrong direction with this. I guess the situation isn't good either, that you're spending time alone in a quiet room. I just thought I should think alone at this moment right now.

As a result, the orientation revolves around, oh, what's wrong with this?

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Either way, if the lecture from the Lorigon is correct, the magic formations of space magic are no match for using it until the night has passed. It's also impossible to work from here.

Then I have nothing to worry about.

Let's fall asleep.

Yeah, that's good.

Let's do that.

I'm sure you'll be a little clear-hearted by tomorrow.

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[Sophia perspective]

Mr. Tanaka has been returned to the city. Dear Farren and Mr. Dragon are with you. They've gone all the way to the Dark Continent. As far as I've heard rumors, too, it's a continent very, very far away.

Is it something you can go and come back to in the period you were away from the city?

Especially to the extent that Mr. Tanaka has left a few days free. Am I the only one who thinks that no matter how hasty I am, I won't even be able to make one way? But Mr. Tanaka would. Or, I don't know.

Either way, it's good to be back safe and sound. I will be delighted by this maid of honor, from the bottom of my heart. Good. Glad to hear it. This will finally save you. Especially in your working sense yesterday.

However, it would have been nice to have you back a little sooner. I think strong and strong. Thanks to this, the tea put on the basin is specially made.

"Mr. Tanaka, it's morning. I have prepared tea…"

A maid through shame and difficulty is strong.

I'll attack you. I'll attack you today.

I'm entering morning-tea time to get up.

You're freaking out around the back of your head.

Knocking on the door and making a voice call. For a while, I heard your reply from the other side of the door. I got your word that you wanted me to wait, and follow it for a while. Slightly, the door to your room opened from the inside.

It was Tanaka who changed into a regular outfit who showed up.

As usual, you're the one with no gaps.

Even before a maid like me, it's rare to look like a sleeping roll.

I've never helped you change. I don't like it when you tell me to help, but if I'm not told once, that's what hurts my heart, and I want Mr. Tanaka to understand that there, coupled with the hard work of keeping me away from home the last few days.

I've always just seen it, and I've never been reached out. I'm losing my confidence as a woman to boulders. Of course, if it was stretched, it was stretched. And that's very difficult, though.

"Good morning, Mr. Sophia"

"Um, I brought you some tea..."

"Oops, this is nice of you to take care of"

Half a foot away, you'll hold the door open this way in one hand. The strange thing about these casual places is that my husband is not alarmed. Where nature and oneself require it, the hurdles seem to rise.

Pathan, as the door was closed, Mr. Tanaka headed to the couch provided in the center of the room and was slowly lowered. When you gaze at the hiraki bed, the duvet is already folded and the sheets are stretched with wrinkles.

In any case, you know Mr. Tanaka will be laundered by my hand. However, this is how you always clean it. So, you know, somehow, you feel like you even bothered your daughter's room about her age.

I'm also a daughter about my age enough, but I feel like Mr. Tanaka is naturally a better daughter about his age, and this is that one, isn't it? Is it the one called defeat? As a woman once in a while, I feel like I've lost, while we've been dating for months. In everyday casual situations.

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"... what's wrong?

"Yes, what, nothing!

It's dangerous to see it as too giddy.

Return consciousness to your maid's duties. I will stand beside Mr. Tanaka and let him pour tea from the pot into the cup. It's like copopopopopopopopopop. You're good at frying tea. Because even my parents did it.

"Doh, go ahead..."

"Thank you. Mr. Sophia."

By the way, Mr. Tanaka, you're not feeling well anywhere today.

Normally, even if I was awake, my gaze would be directed at my chest and crotch, but today I don't have it. With a far-sighted look somewhere, you can't even focus on it, and you can look at it frontally.

What is wrong with it?

You're a little concerned.

I feel like it was too early between knocking and letting you peek in my face. I understand that men are more incapable in the morning. Looks like Mr. Tanaka has put quite a bit of time aside, but that was early today.

Could it have withered?

"... Mr. Tanaka, are you tired?

"Huh? No, I'm not tired..."

I don't think it's ever my fault.

"Sorry for the inconvenience."

"No, thank you for taking care of this one. I'm so glad you told Mr. Sophia that. It warms my heart."

"Ha-ha-ha"

It's still a noisy narrative.

Nature and your spine are going to stretch pins.

We have spent quite a bit of time together with Mr. Tanaka, even if it's only for a short time since we met. If you're a man, if you spent all this time together, wouldn't there be a guy named Inside Face who shows less?

The convenience of my parents being a restaurant and drinker is why I think a lot.

You can afford one shot today when alcohol comes in, can't you?

But on the other hand, Mr. Tanaka's oligarchy, honestly, is a stoic thing that I don't think is the same person, so what's the matter? Consistent attitudes are as if they didn't collapse, and have continued since we met until today. I rather feel bad.

"Sophia must have been very inconvenient while you were away."

"Yes, what! That's not..."

I do, but I shake my neck to the side naturally.

"I'm sorry. This time it was entirely from my carelessness."

"Um, be, nothing. I..."

After all, this is Mr. Tanaka's pace.

"... I'd like to ask Sophia one thing"

"Huh? Wah, to me?

What happened after the change?

You're getting more nervous, aren't you?

Could I be fired?

I'm getting used to your work because of it, but I think that's sad for boulders.

I resent you, if you're fired, I'm sure I resent Mr. Tanaka. No matter how nice you marry a prince, I probably remember you getting fired here, and I resent you enough to ask a prince to harass you or something.

"Has Mr. Sophia ever wanted to die in his life, even once? He wants to lose his own life with his own hands."

"Huh..."

What is it?

It's heavy from the morning, Mr. Tanaka.

It's unexpected, Mr. Tanaka.

I can't find a good word to answer either.

"Um, that's, uh, what..."

"... sorry, momentum just passed a little"

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Very rare.

This is the first time I've met a Tanaka like this.

It seems like the usual room is thin.

It feels like it's always floating.

It's like, for example, being the same person you are.

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A little creepy silence gives my mind a chill.

Something must have happened on the Dark Continent. Mr. Tanaka, but this is how you can worry about the crowd. carelessly, a little, I felt intimate

So my mouth also gets a little lighter and opens up where it goes on.

"Oh, um..."

I wish I'd stopped, but that's where I bother my head a few moments away.

"No one, I'm sure, would like to die..."

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It's a reflexively spilled consolation word, without even thinking about it.

After you say it, do you ask yourself if that is the case?

"Ah... su, sorry, do something unsolicited..."

I will bow my head in a great panic.

Just in front of me like that, uh, Mr. Tanaka.

"That's what you want to live for, isn't it? Because this is how I was born."

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I was squealed.

To be honest, I can't imagine what he's thinking.

However, that expression feels a little positive compared to earlier. I feel like I am aware of chest and crotch movements without heart or eyes. Well, Mr. Tanaka is your husband now, so I don't mind as much as looking from the top of my clothes. You should see it.

Although I do not serve like Estelle or Elf.

Although.

"... thank you"

"What..."

I am confused by the words of gratitude inadvertently thrown at me.

It's like I don't know what the intent is.

"Ahhh..."

"Mr. Sophia. Excuse me, I'm going out for a little while."

"Oh, uh, tea ha..."

"Sorry about the frying, but I'll have it later"

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Oh, my God.

Mr. Tanaka stood up over the couch without mouthing the cup as a bite. And he walked quickly to the door, and shortly after I spoke, he ran off to the end of the hallway.

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I'm shocked.

I can't believe the tea is untouched.

Where was Mr. Tanaka headed?

Have a cup of tea.

◇ ◆ ◇

I gave Sophia the truth.

No one will be born wanting to die. You are born because you want to live. Even sperm wants to gag with eggs, so you swim hard in your vagina, go ahead with your uterus, and go crazy to death for a fallopian tube attack.

Above all, didn't I make a promise?

Didn't you let him speak greatly in front of you?

Be the first person to break your experience.

I didn't think they were grasping this one's heart. But isn't it just a little humble to withdraw the foreword on that grounds? Promises are promises. If there was a non-existent one, it would be itself that failed to confirm in advance.

Membrane Break's oath is certainly its own heart.

Until you break her membrane, your virginity will not return to the city.

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So shortly after I broke up with my maid, we left Dragon City, flying by flying magic, all the way to Mount Dolz.

The feeling of rush increases the speed of flight.

Compared to previous visits, the destination was visible in about half the time. It's also a big place to visit once, but it would still be a big momentum.

There were two soldiers lined up by example at the coal mine entrance and exit.

We have a familiar face together.

"Excuse me, excuse me"

Cancel the flying magic and get down to their front.

Then, the two of you who notice this one, rush into a salute posture.

"Holy shit, this is Baron Tanaka! Please come through!

"Down the street! Baron Tanaka!

Yesterday, on the way home, the two soldiers who had seen his face became terribly obedient to the convenience of passing the same place with the demonic nobility. Looks like they finally believed in the nobles. He still salutes and so on in a spirited manner that reminds him of someone else apart from his first encounter.

I'll let them finish this one with a meeting.

I'm in a hurry.

I wasted no time stopping and rushed straight to the coal mine.

I can't even feel any other signs of people inside. Hurry up with the directions you remember. There's no sign of anyone but yourself until the lighting fireball illuminates. We were able to get to the stone room where we wanted to go.

I thought that maybe around the magical aristocracy was visiting the investigation of the magic formation, etc., but the place was deserted. Yesterday I copied it on paper, so I guess I'm focusing on studying it in my room.

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A room with no entrance or exit except an empty hole in the ceiling.

Look at the magic formations depicted in its center and be prepared.

Now that one night has elapsed since the last use, space magic and doing will be capable of activation. If you put your magic into it, this body will fly all the way to Gogol again. And until you spend the night, you can't come back here.

It feels a little dangerous.

That's good. That's good.

Shall we go?

"Okay......"

With his palms flat on the floor, he injected magic into the magic formation.

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As the floating sensation comes, the surrounding sights change.

Until a few moments ago, there was about a hundred square meters of room, now about thirty square meters. Apparently, space magic has been activated safely. The line of stones surrounding all sides was new to my memory, as I had just seen the other day.

However, speaking of how the room was, it was changing.

"Become..."

It was bright red.

The whole room was bright red.

Muddy mucus is scattered all over the room as the lighting substitute fireball illuminates. And in the form of being buried in this, come on, it's a fairy, lots of fairies, falling all over the room.

Most of them look familiar, too, Susie.

Definitely, it's green silf. Dozens of green silves are falling all over the room. And every individual had their feathers taken from their backs. I'm trembling in a pickle and a small chop. I guess he's still alive.

"Ah..."

There was a reaction from the corner of the room.

Bosoli and I got squealed by a very cute bass lollivoice.

It's the only procedure in the area that stands on its own feet besides itself.

On my left hand I would have just finished, the fairy is grabbed in the chest. And when I grab two pairs of feathers in my right hand, I bump, and pluck luxuriously from the ground up. It is a pale deed, as if it were a weed that grows on the ground.

My skin was torn and the red one splashed with pussy.

The splash dyes her cheeks bright red with its wings removed.

It's the same color as the red in the room.

Piggy and fairy screams echo in one room.

"... Um, what the hell is this..."

Gogol, who is nobody else.

Could a large group of Green Sylphs have visited her for revenge? If so, the convenience of being unilaterally involved, I did something very sorry. It would be difficult to just clean the room at this rate.

"... no"

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Apparently not.

Then why have the Susies fallen so much?

Ahead of nature and consciousness is the green silf feather, gathered in the center of the room, above the magic formation. Feathers taken from each individual are gathered there in large quantities. A pale green feather, if it should be, is now bright red all over the blood.

I was reminded of what Dr. Editor said.

"An essential ingredient in the production of secret medicines, one of which is green silf feathers," "It is the top species of high silf living in the middle of the Dark Continent," "The feathers have a high purity of magic"

High purity magic.

Ahead of being collected is the magic formation of space magic.

And speaking of the last wish she showed...

"... because of"

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Soon after I put my assumptions up in the back of my brain, I got an announcement from her reading this thought.

I see.

Gogol seems to have been thinking about using green silf feathers to compensate for his own lack of magic from the outside and activate the magic formations in this room.

I don't know how much magic I actually get from my feathers. However, in view of the status we have checked in the past, this is the only number, which never seems possible.

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Seriously.

That's a little different than I imagined.

Shortly after moving the place due to space magic, I checked the bloody room, and my chest ached so bad that I didn't make it to the end. Dokun, it hurts like a pulse. Where that thought conveys it, it would be sincere regret.

But it was the fairies who didn't actually make it. Speaking of Gogol at the time, he is dyeing his whole body back into blood and staring at this one with his stinking, shining red eyes. Even if the expression doesn't change, the glow of the eyes seems more powerful.

It's not a good sign.

"Feathers, wasted"

"Yeah, apparently so..."

I'm a little scared.

Bloody Gogol scared.

"Talk, I want to talk"

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I don't mind telling you the story, but I wonder what she was going to do by activating the magic team. What were you going to do by moving the stage from the Dark Continent to the Penny Empire?

Honestly, I'm afraid to ask.

"I want to talk to you. I want you to talk to me. If you can't, can you activate this demon cube, editor? Sophia or Farren? Gonzalez or Estelle? Anyone, I think you're important, I'll tell a lot of people. Tell her everything."

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I don't think so.

Gogol broke it.

You're ready.

When I go to the rescue of a poor beautiful girl, I get sick and sick and greet you, and this is difficult to deal with on the boulder. Re-open and Domestic Violence from Suicide Attempts. You're not thinking of killing yourself on Dada. I can peek into her heart, which is pretty critical.

Even if you can't read the minds of others.

"Wow, I get it. Let's talk about it. Talk to me."

In case they start the magic formation, Gogol now doesn't know what to do. I don't have to know if I'm just going to be buried in my own embarrassment, and I can feel the temper to physically gobble others. That's all you have to avoid.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's true."

"Won't you go home?

"Or you can't just not go home..."

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When I clouded my words, I could stare into Ji and his bright red eyes.

A silver-haired okapa close to white pairs with floating away red eyes for mysterious. Double dong with brown skin. Now if she was soy sauce-faced love, that's exactly what she was looking for, but I wonder where she is.

"Okay, here's what we'll do. I come to talk to you once every ten days. Please hit me with that. This magic team can't be reused unless you wait overnight, so you'll still have plenty of time to talk."

"Once every five days"

"Um, on the boulder. That's a little..."

"Once every five days"

"... okay. It will be good. Let me do that.

Can I think of this as being loved? I'm loved by the sickly brown lolitas, can I take a positive view like that? No, I don't have to reach it until I love you, but I feel like I can reward you a little bit, boy.

What do you say, Gogol?

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Gogol. Gogol.

I want to pepper Gogol's dick.

"There were a lot of people who were confident in my conversation. But soon they read something important and it broke. Gone away. No one has ever spoken plainly, as you do now, with a leaking heart that breaks your self-esteem. You can have a conversation. You can talk to me."

"I'm very glad that poor people like you want me, too."

Apparently they don't love you.

Sounds like a tool to bury loneliness completely.

I had the one-sided impression that a girl who could read other people's minds would know people's depths and eventually become an objectified cool girl, but normally, it's this way. Persecuted, alone, lonely, mental breaking too convincing.

It means we need a proper home environment to form a normal personality.

I mean, when I get home from this story, should I erase the magic formation on the opposing Penny Empire side? That way, no matter how much Gogol scratches, he won't be able to get out of the Dark Continent. Luckily, she doesn't seem to understand the making of magic formations.

"At this distance, I can put you together and tie you up."

Yeah, right.

I think you're right.

This one's all out of control, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

Please forgive my shallow soy sauce face.

"As I said, dealing with this narrow indoor will be very difficult"

This tension, reminiscent of Lorigon's belly bread.

I can't shoot fireballs poorly because they're indoors. Would I raise it if I built a wall in Stonewall? No, I don't know. Because the mind is being read, the operation is always in a morose state. One or two of the measures would be possible to strike beforehand.

It is suicide to fight in this place.

You should obey her very carefully.

"... I know where the Penny Empire is"

"It's okay. I won't turn it off. I won't turn it off..."

Seriously, this girl.

Too desperate.

I wonder how hungry you are for conversation.

Does solitude drive people so far crazy?

You lonely bitch.

"If you're going to talk to me, I'm not going anywhere important to you. Nor does it imitate harm. All you have to do is talk to me. Just talk. I promise I will never ask you for anything more."

Apparently, there is no need to provide otin.

That's sad.

Even though it's a free option.

"I promise. Let's talk a lot."

"Yeah, a lot, a lot"

"But maybe your heart will break first."

"My heart?

Defeat Gogol with a streak of Omanco.

It's an operation where she, disgusted by sexual harassment, waits to voluntarily distance herself.

"It's okay, because I'm used to that. You can think as much as you want."

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I'm glad you're a little horny right now.

Especially the last, okay, part of it sounded eclectic.

Beautiful Lori Voice.

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How's it going?

That's not a vegan reaction.

I attacked him consciously.

Attack.

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It's a lie.

I'm sorry.

It's vegan.

But I think it's important for him to build a building.

On the other hand, speaking of the reality, it's good to think of it as that kind of play. Every corner of my heart has been mastered by the beautiful girl of my choice. Isn't that wonderful? Miracle once in a lifetime or not. I therefore tell myself that I am not stingy to enjoy this.

Gogol, I love you.

"Thank you for your continued support."

"... Regards"

After a long bend, I decided to take up Gogol's role as a talker.

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[Sophia perspective]

After dropping off Mr. Tanaka, the maid was working in the office.

If it's true, I made a report while I was away, asked you to make various decisions and make plans, but is it all in the form of a hold, or a return to us? Mr. Tanaka, it's terrible.

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I appreciate, however, that I have a job.

It's a happy thing.

For me living in the narrow world of my parents' restaurants, all the work I can give here is fresh and exciting. I wish I was a little more modest, etc. I try my best every day spilling foolishness in my heart to Mr. Tanaka.

That's a thing called merit.

That's just a little bit of today, however, and the difficulty seems different.

"I see Baron Tanaka is away"

"Ha, ha, no!

There is one other person in the office, a customer. Mr. Gonzalez and Mr. Neumann showed me how to follow you. Besides, when you two just introduced me to him, I left the room immediately.

What I got when I left was, "Well, then, we'll be excused for this, okay? I'm too busy making the city." "Sophia. And then I ask you, acting mayor and deputy lord," or something. From the two of you on a daily basis, it was a somewhat masculine statement.

It's because of you two.

Sofa arranged opposite each other, prepared on the front of the desk. The customer is seated on one of the cracks. Around the age are they in their late twenties to early thirties? He's an impressive nicotine detail, and he's a very gentle looking man. Very well dressed.

The outfit is dressed as a very common merchant named Vest on the shirt. However, the tailoring is of very good quality both above and below. That should be it, too. This one is noble. That's also the difference between Mr. Tanaka, the baron, and the cloud mud, what a duke he is.

"I just, uh, I'm sorry I brought you some tea!

I stood up in a great panic as I headed to the water room.

Then the Duke said with a good grin of Nico and man.

"I don't mind. Do you have a job, too? You don't bother with me and waste your time. This one's pushing it on its own, so if you want some tea, you can fry it yourself."

"That's it, that's it! I can't apologize for annoying your nobles!

"It is the intention of the nobleman himself. You're making me wait for you."

"Huh..."

In the meantime, we shall be able to fry the tea.

I jumped into the hot water room to escape. And I burned the luxury tea leaves I bought for myself in my dark eyes with toctok. I'm about to plant a bottle for Mr. Tanaka because of my habits, and I'm avoiding this where it's dangerous. Will the set be completed in conjunction with the tea treats in the basin?

We rushed back under the customer.

"Damn, you want to be coarse tea..."

On the sofa table, I will pour tea into the cup. My hands and feet are trembling. I don't care if the tea coming out of the pot's mouth will course out.

I'm probably more nervous right now than I was when the princess fried me. The reason is simple. Even town daughters like me know this one's name. Today, he is a great nobleman representing the Penny Empire and the head of the Fitzclarence family, which is extremely influential in the country.

Yes, it is.

This one, what a daddy Estelle is.

"Take care and go down, thank you. Mr. Sophia Bacon."

"Hih!? Oh, uh, how did you get my name..."

With that said, it's like Mr. Neumann was calling his name.

No, but you didn't even say your last name.

"I've heard a lot about you from my daughter. You think you're a good husband's maid of honor for everything? He said he didn't look at himself in the school and had saved Baron Tanaka's peril. And now he's working for a lord."

"I'm sorry about the thigh! Sorry!

What is wrong with this? Estelle seems to be getting a lot from you. It is only a glory to be remembered by the nobility and so on and such a horrible, no, honorable thing, a maid of honor like me.

Please, I'd like you to forget it at this moment.

You don't have to apologize.

"So, suddenly!

"Please, keep working. I enjoy my tea."

"You can't be rude like that to the Duke here!

"Mr. Tanaka will be mad at you for interrupting your work."

"Please destroy the minister! Oh, that's never happening!

I'm kind of under a different impression than the Duke of Fitzclarence who was hearing rumors about the city. More like this, I was assuming a horrible one. I don't treat civilians as people, I don't ask questions about people I don't like, like, that's what it feels like.

I didn't think of you as such a low-lying person. However, the more these people are really scared. Damn, you must be. It's not like I know what you're thinking back there.

"I will now tell you that I am a civilian as a nobleman. Prioritize your work."

"Yes..."

"Can't you hear me, the Duke?

"And thighs, I'm sorry!

I'll rush back to my desk.

Sit back in the chair.

Put a pen in your hand.

At the end of the line of sight is a book about to be written.

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That said, there is no way that you can truly do your job in this situation. The numbers don't come to mind as if. It's white in my head. Besides, the Duke really seems to be a heartbeat awaiting Mr. Tanaka's return, and he's lenient with the cup in one hand.

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Where have you been, Mr. Tanaka?

Please, please come back soon.

My stomach hurts.

I'm going to be frustrated any more. My stomach hurts. It's hard.

My armpits are also sweaty and gummy.

I want to be in your room bed, all the time, wrapped in a blanket.

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Though Gogol's condition has calmed down, he's still in a pile of trouble.

Hit me, until last night, her room was bright red by the blood of Green Silf. Problems that should be solved as soon as possible if you think about your future life. Because there's so much blood scattered all over the place that there's nowhere to step on.

I tried to hang the dying fairies with healing magic and much of it came back to life. However, as soon as I regained my physical freedom, I fled from the same place as we did as soon as I was not in a situation where stories or anything else would come true. I lost more heart than I imagined.

Totally out of touch with Green Silf.

On the other hand, Gogol, who looks at a series of acts, is terribly pale. It's the same as before on the surface. You look cool and do a pretty good job. Though I was convinced to I have a high hurdle because the number is on the boulder.

Belly Pandoragon, speaking of which is the flux of the Dark Continent, until then, though.

"In the meantime, we need to do something about this room."

"... I don't mind that later. Talk more than that."

"Then let's clean up while we talk. I think that would play the story better."

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It is the expression that makes no difference, but the lack of a response would be the manifestation of dissatisfaction. I'm kind of understanding her emotional changes. Looking at the inside of it while paranoid, it makes my usual jito eyes seem even more adorable.

"That said, without quite a few tools, this is going to be difficult"

Because the location is underground, it is also difficult to flush it into water. If I badly bashed it, the room itself would be submerged. Instead, I checked the indoors, but didn't see how the drain was laid. In order to clean it as it was, you need a pump.

No, seriously, wouldn't you be flowing with me to the magic team if I did?

"... I'll get a pump"

"Are you going to flush it?

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Oh, yeah, what a pain in the ass. Reading minds.

I hate that cool look. But she's cute.

I want to velochew.

"It's okay, the magic formation is well engraved. Doesn't flow in water."

"I hope it's..."

Is it supposed to be a joke?

You're not kidding, Gogol.

I'm screwed.

"If you're going to buy a pump, I'll be with you."

"Why? I'm making a big deal out of you here."

"No, I'm worried about the boulders that leave you alone right now."

Plus, it's lunch or dinner of the day again, blankets to reveal the night, all sorts of things. The next time you visit, there are never many daily necessities that you will need in the near future, even though it is a belly pack that you will bring in with you.

"... ok"

"Thank you for understanding"

But reading minds is also useful for a legitimate exchange of views.

It's stress-free not to have to talk about it.

"Really?"

"I apologize if I offended Mr. Rocco."

Convenient for boulders is too much of a word. Even if it's inconvenient for Gogol, it's certainly not something he was busy trying. I may have gotten a little too well.

…………

"... are you okay?

"Nothing, nothing"

"Really?"

This is the first time I've ever spoken her name, by the way.

I spent a lot of time with the pattern for a few days when I met him, so it's up to me to call it a try. Because I'm with a pretty girl, they call me by each other's names. I don't want to get in the way.

What a thought.

"Huh..."

Vikri, brown lolita's shoulder trembled.

I see, it's Dompisha.

"... Mr. Rocco?

…………

This is it, let's change the way we see it. It may indeed be inconvenient to be able to read your mind. Being read minds on the other hand is, yes, by no means all negative. This is how you can eat a blow once in a while.

What a talk that is doing its own mental preservation.

"Whatever it is, it's too positive."

"Don't you like being called names?

"... nothing"

"Well, let me call you now and then."

Rocco, I want Rocco to rape you backwards.

…………

…………

Yeah, this is it as soon as you get distracted.

But the great guy also said he wouldn't lie to himself.

You always want to be honest in front of her.

"By the way, I'd like to suggest one thing..."

Let's change the subject.

Natural topics so that you don't strain her as much as you can.

"... what?

"As I promised earlier, I will visit you regularly. So first of all, I want to do something about the poison placed on my pillow in advance of cleaning up the room."

…………

Two gaze points ahead, there's a crate.

Delivered on the inside is a great poison even when the Demon Noble says he is on a dark continent.

The substitute she prepared for self-determination.

"... every three days"

"Yes?"

"Once every three days, I want you to come"

"... what was that about?

"If you do, throw it away."

…………

I'm totally men-hella, like, coming here to correct the terms.

Estelle felt that way lately, but this brown lolita has been doing everything she can from the start. Oh, shit, Gogol. The same faceless expression strikes the wheel.

But if you're a virgin over thirty, it's because you're more of a clipierced stylish wrist menheracut mark or something. It makes me want to take the initiative and speak up.

'Cause Menhella kids are a jerk. He said he loves thick sex. You know, I think it's great. This month is Menhela Enhancement Month.

"... even once every four days"

…………

Besides, the fact that I make concessions fast came a little grumpy.

Damn right.

They're totally on the balls.

My virgin heart.

"I can't change it every five days. I have plans too..."

The convenience of being read minds, totally Gogol's pace.

This alters consciousness.

You should be a little strong.

What an event in the middle of contemplating a future response.

"Go in!

A third party voice sounded.

I wondered, making a loud noise with Van, and the door to the room went from the outside to the inside, and the momentum was blown away. Which doorway, the only entrance and exit leading from the outdoors to Gogol's room, is a wooden door that leads to the ground.

A flying hinge builds a karan karan, dry sound.

Ahead of that lies exactly who would have kicked up his leg now and broken the door.

"Become, come, are you..."

"This is another sudden appearance..."

Dark munchies.

Dark munchies are here.

Besides, there are a bunch of other, seemingly familiar arrangements behind her. It is, for example, an East-West brave party, a chara men's party, a teaching party in a school city, an outlaw mixed party, and so on and so much more.

This would be unexpected for a boulder.

From the Big Wall neighborhood, this place is in a pretty deep position. Well, still, if we get together with dozens of people on the boulder, maybe we can take down about one of Mr. Tori's. Clerk Rodriguez let me tell you, it is the main show of the Golden Party.

"Why are you in a place like this?"

Barking dark munchies.

"That's my line. How could you be in a place like this?

…………

Gogol and I stand side by side and turn to the customers.

Weren't you guys investigating the wall?

The opponent, on the other hand, is completely rigid right after he sees us.

"Hey, isn't that woman a Gogol!?

Dark munchies bark.

The glance stares at my beautifully spoken person.

"If so, is there something wrong?

The brown skin, the silver hair, and the devilish tail stretched out of his buttocks are a testament to the Gogols, he said. No doubt because the Demon Guided Noble said so. Around judged at first glance, it must be widely known common sense in this world.

As soon as I confirm the appearance of such a Gogol flattering young maiden, the look on Dark Munchkin's face freezes. Wow, seriously, like. I don't have a job as an assassin on Dada. I'm sure people know it tastes bad, but there are a lot of secrets in the chest.

"No, seriously, I've never heard of Gogols in the depths of the Dark Continent, etc.," "The extent to which those people are creatures is not so different from ours," "Oh, right. No way, he wasn't tough enough to survive on a dark continent. Shh!" "I agree." "Does that mean he's a party member?" "Getting so drunk..."

It was the professors of the school city who disputed this.

Having the opportunity to appeal to knowledge makes it busy as soon as possible.

Pierre, the brave man of the west, said softly to control this.

"We are investigating the resurrection of the Demon King. We decided to use this opportunity to get other parties to help us, and then, following the Big Wall investigation, we set foot deep into the Dark Continent. In the meantime, I found the staircase that leads to this basement."

"I see. And you've said it before."

The boulder is a brave man.

This one tells me exactly what I want.

A bunch of great parties tied together for whatever reason. It would be a natural flow to think of this as a big job to accomplish in a period. Further to the depths of the dark continent, it is an unexplored region with no maps drawn either.

Although this is a discretionary guess, the task of creating an adventurer must be extremely honorable. It's the kind of work you get in your so-called textbook. I think that's why it's a tie, and it's us and them they just met.

"By the way, what are you doing in a place like this?

Pierre, the brave man of the west, who replaces Dark Munch and inquires.

From his other faces behind him, he is also gazed at like Ji. Even where you can't go down the stairs, you can see the line of people as if they were lunch queues in front of a restaurant. Isn't it a big boom already?

I feel weird guilty for not doing anything wrong or anything.

"I can't tell you the details. It's just that this is her home."

I respond by pointing Gogol at my gaze.

It would be better not to tell people in other countries that the Penny Empire has a warp device that leads to the Dark Continent. As a nobleman here in the country, we should move to protect our domestic rights. I won't be able to get it from around the Chancellor later.

This ruin? Though it seems to be quite a mess. "

Pierre's gaze of the brave man to the west is ahead, and there's green silf blood there.

It doesn't seem like a space for a young girl of all ages to spend her days.

I think so myself.

I mean, I feel like there have been a lot of near misses in this hand here lately, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that the LUC of the status is falling. I don't feel like I need to keep a close eye on the future.

Do you want me to check?

Name: Tanaka

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 205

Job: Alchemist

HP: 201800/201800

MP: 410000110/410001110

STR: 15012

VIT: 12711

DEX: 20100

AGI: 31322

INT: 33010005

LUC: -7100

Seriously.

Though I thought it would be low, I didn't think it was a negative four-digit. The LUC has dropped to such an extent that I am not concerned about significantly increased levels.

If it's about the Red Dragon, I feel like I'm in danger of losing instantly in just one point, LUC, with enough status to compete for a pussy straight from the front.

What exactly is LUC in the first place?

If the current critical situation is LUC-dependent, we can't level any worse. Either way, it's going to get to a fatal point.

"... what's wrong with you?

"Yes, no, I just got a little excited about the dinner support."

"Really? If that's what you say, I won't pursue it any further..."

There's no good excuse for a boulder.

Side by side, in the midst of a completely suspicious ritual.

It is very hard to point out from the brave man.

"Professor Journal, can I have one, by the way?"

"What? Lord Star."

"From what I've heard, is she different from the regular Gogol tribe?

"I don't know what that is."

When will they do it and show each other the friendship they call each other by name, which will be the pattern they spent just a few days with? The boulder is a brave man. High communality. I'm sure you'll welcome the beautiful parts of the school city as a party member.

It's annoying.

"I don't suppose the Gogols are distributed on the dark continent?

"Right. If the knowledge of Non is correct..."

Professor Journal shifts his gaze from West brave Peel to Gogol Chan.

Other facets focus on the professor's every move. Suzies' blood dyeing bright red throughout the room seems unresponsive and uplifts the mood of those present.

He stated that he would accumulate just a little and then go on in tough shape.

"Perhaps he will fall in the High Gogol"

"Hi, Gogol?"

"Mm-hmm. He deserves to be known as Gogol's superior race."

"I've never heard of such a race."

"As long as Non followed the literature, too. Everything seems to be an adapted Gogol tribe to the dark continent. They boast physical abilities that draw a line with the regular Gogol tribe. However, more notably, it is in a more developed reading mind."

"Oh, is that it? Reading the mind of what I touched."

"That's a traditional Gogol story. Heigogol can read their minds without touching the subject. I remember reading that such ancient texts were left on the catalogue of the Great Holy Nation"

"You don't have to touch it, do you?

"If the literature says correctly, the approximate range in which the spear will arrive will fall within that range, he said. I don't think it will be read at this distance, but to what extent is the individual difference? If it's going to happen, I want to make sure."

"Wha..."

With Professor Journal's words as his ears, the brave men of the west lag behind.

The movement propagated to others as well. Convenient, the mixed party faces retreat a few meters overall. The leading group uniformly retreated far, including dark munchies, from the vicinity of the door provided at the entrance and exit of the room.

If it were to come true, I would have fallen behind while I could have taken it back.

I wanted to step back, Gogol.

I want to velochew.

"It is an ancient literature at any rate, but therefore it is not so certain as to be true or false. But in view of the fact that we actually met in the depths of the dark continent in this way, it seems like a fairly credible story. At least not as good as reading the mind of the person standing next to you, I suppose..."

Nature and everyone's gaze turn this way.

I'm on the lookout. Highest attention now. Because I'm standing next to Gogol. Reach out and you'll be touched. Instead of a spear, a knife will reach enough. Don't accidentally want to hold your shoulder.

"... do you understand her?

"At least to the extent that Professor Journal has asked me to describe it in this way, there are multiple"

"Oh really..."

Come on. Don't come with me.

Let's feel it together.

Give Gogol the pleasure of getting her heart completely naked.

"What's up?

"No, uh, what? I think it's something that will keep you well and flat. I'm impressed, or what? That if you're as powerful as you are, even if you're a Gogol, you'll never be read that thought?

"Absolutely, I can read."

Without putting her hair down, Bosoli, Gogol shrugged.

I'd rather you keep your mouth shut there.

"... that's why"

"Oh, well..."

With this, the boulder brave man also lost his word to return.

Frequent silence.

What a creepy atmosphere.

It can't stay like this.

Try to change the subject.

It would be very dangerous if I got stuck in a topic around it like why I'm with Gogol. The most important thing to focus on right now is controlling the flow of conversation so that the flow of conversation is not directed to our private places.

"Wouldn't you refrain from raising your voice against her on this occasion? Even though I broke into our house and even kicked down the door, I'd be glad to treat others with care or compassion around it."

"Are you going to break your heart to the unwanted?"

"Because beautiful women are the object of my faith, not just people."

I mean all this.

"I see, apparently at this moment I understand a little bit of the existence of you. Even if it means putting your face up, let's leave Gogol alone for one second. We don't have the will to antagonize you."

"Thank you"

"I just really need to visit you."

"...?

"I have no idea what it's like to be a person, but to be you who wields power far beyond people. Even the fact that we came across this occasion, everything was set up, I wonder if what you think is the opportunity you gave us."

…………

I can understand what you're trying to say.

He's too suspicious, isn't he?

Behind me and Gogol, the multiple overlapping green silf feathers and blood are left on top of the suspicious magic formation. No matter how the maiden's room is used as an excuse, there is no way to mislead this savage sight.

"It's bad for you, but I have my doubts. Not even the monsters of the Dark Continent, but even Phoenix has the strength to go around on fireballs, which makes people look and operate disputed by people"

"What is it?

"Aren't you like the Demon King or the Demon King? I find it tempting to say this to you, the benefactor of your life. But I have to do this as a brave man. Aren't you too heterogeneous as a person?"

…………

Oh, my God, that would be a straightforward thing to say.

What is the word of the Virgin of the Great Holy Land so influential?

It's Gogol's turn, too.

I can definitely read my mind, but I would like you to give me an excuse.

Come on, go ahead.

"... yes, this man is the incarnation of the Demon King"

Hey, hey, why does that happen?

Gogol, I don't think lying is a good idea.

Consequently, no one stared at this one. His eyes were opened as well.

"Become..." "Well, som..." "No, but all that magic is explained without a corresponding background!" "Mr. Tanaka, seriously!" "The heel you gave me. Ha! That generous heel was a lie!?" "That it is the incarnation of the Demon King!?" "So strong as the street!" "So make Phoenix easy..."

That's what they say.

"Chi, no! I'm a normal person!

What's Gogol after?

No, I don't even have to think about it. I don't have to read my mind to understand what she's thinking about being sick, etc. Claw soy sauce faces from a party called Humanity. It's a tactic of war to give her a place else but next to her. One day every three days goes to one day every two days, and eventually the road leads to every day.

Everything she does to heal loneliness.

…………

Hikari, turn your consciousness to the person.

Where it was then stated.

"... because of"

"No, it's not the right answer..."

Though not Lorigon's belly bread, Gogol's vain habits are also considerable. Rather, it's worse in nature just because it's impossible to heal with healing magic. A casual blow rattles my relationship.

This is bad.

"What the hell is this all about? Please, can't you tell me?

Where the incarnation call of the Demon King has been provisionally adapted, the brave man of the west has informed us of the continuation of the talk. I'm thankful you didn't suddenly hit me. Do you feel benevolent about one of the Phoenix cases, or because you think you don't have a chance to win?

Either way, this one cushion would be greatly appreciated.

"That's her own joke right now. Don't take it seriously."

"... a joke?

"Yes, it is. I'm a normal person. I'm no different than you guys."

…………

Gogol. Follow me, follow me.

Otherwise I won't come again. Here. Seriously.

"... yeah, a joke. I'm sorry I lied."

All right.

Pecori, Gogol bowed his head.

Excellence is unnecessary communication of will via words.

Naturally, Pierre, the brave man of the west, asks to represent us all.

"... is that true?

"True"

Gogol snorted solemnly at this and Jesus.

…………

…………

Would you have understood?

"No, you seem to be very close. You and her."

"That's because I've already been read everything in my mind. So, if you think about shoulder to shoulder like this, she has nothing else to shoulder the breadth of her heart. I can't be happier."

I love you, Gogol.

Please, reverse rape me.

"... that's no"

You don't have to react now.

The conversation process is confusing.

"If so, the existence of you..."

Gogol feints and helps, along with Pierre, the brave man of the west, who is also remarkable in confusion, and the golden party he leads. The situation sucks. Other faces give me an equally surprising look. Until a few days ago, I worked hard at the same party, but I'm sad.

But this is a dark continent. All suspicious things naturally hang in suspicion. And in this case, a suspicious object is everything but a person. The voices on our side, unfortunately, didn't come to hear one.

Even the Chara Man Brothers just show off their bareback worrying about what's going on.

And when it came to doubting others, he moved.

"So don't be damned! That's dangerous!

Nobody else, it's a dark munchkin.

Her judgment in the foundations is significant.

"It has the power to overwhelm even high-ranking demons!

It would point to events contested with the Republic of Pussy during each and every conflict. Her appearance was also present in the battle against the Mazo Demons who could obey vertical rolls. Even if you can't read your mind, you can read everything from that look, Dark Munchkin.

A lot of passives, I guess it's an arithmetic to slaughter in this stream right now.

There are no famous places in Dada. The size is better than the Green Silf Legion. And this one, by the way, is so weak paper armor on a strategy that made me say things to numbers. No matter how invincible the mode, the instant death magic of being hit in a row precedes the fear.

Great eyes to see the big picture as always.

"Because, what is it?

Keep your voice down a little bit and ask.

Then, as she continued, she let her voice tremble but speak.

"With the incarnation of the Demon King, we should defeat him on this occasion!

It seems more polished to the art of betrayal than before.

The milk I glimpsed in her positional relationship with her boyfriend is so far away now.

It's just a convenience being betrayed once, maybe not too shocked.

I also have the burden of being forced to invite you to a party this time.

"What do you do when you overthrow it?

"Oh, that's..."

Ask for a try, Dark Munchkin losing his word right away.

I want to lick a pink black pricket.

"It sounds like it would be difficult to talk any more. Pick it up for today."

There's no way I'm going to get my hands on them. Everyone is a top player globally. In the unlikely event of hostility, Gogol will be inhibited across countries from living in people, although it is not Gogol's measure.

That's Estelle's home, not even the Fitzclarence family, that's a comparable influence. I feel like nomination arrangements are in place globally. If that happens, you can't escape even if you flee the country. Gogol and I will settle for the same position.

That's why, Gogol, you can't attack me. Absolutely not.

…………

…………

No, really, please.

Otherwise, whatever you think, I'll kill you and I'll die too. I'm only waiting for the ending of the system. Of course you're Gogol, and I'm who I am. Still, if you're going to reverse rape me, I wouldn't be stingy enough to make a world just for you and the two of you.

"... yes"

"Yes, it is."

You've been thinking a lot about this kid.

You had the option of attacking.

Good for nail stabbing.

And reverse rape seems like a total waste. Damn right.

"I want to confirm one thing"

Now the brave men of the east have asked.

As always, the dragon has been exorcised. The serial look is also very good. Full plate mails of purple, which seem highly defensive, stir the intensity. The sword in my hand is also designed to shoot flame-based magic and such without using MP.

From that appearance, I can hear mixed feelings of suspicion and fear.

"What is it?

"Are you sure you have nothing to do with the Demon King?

"Yeah, it's irrelevant"

"If only there was proof to show it, we'd be convinced too"

"Right......"

Again, like the brave men of the west, he avoided strife.

"To boulders. In this situation, the words of the elves there would seem more credible. What were you going to do with the green silf blood and feathers? I'm sorry, but it just seems like I'm on the scene of summoning something that's not good for me."

Not at all.

There would be no more ritualistic background for the Summoning of the Demon King.

A collaboration of magic formations and blood painted on the floor or an iron plate.

"I do understand what the brave men of the east say."

However, I don't want to be honest with you about the magic formations. Strong will give you information about space magic and this. I can't give up this point because the connected end is the connected end.

As a nobleman, it would be tough if he told me later to take responsibility for leaking information. Depending on the circumstances, damage may even be done to Estelle, who delivers the same territory. More importantly, in relation to the aristocratic parents and children, she is in our joint guarantor position.

Yeah, you can't hit bad when you think that. Forced to take responsibility, Estelle falling gradually is also very attractive. But to the boulder. Let's just keep it now to delusion in the brain because it is an act lacking in benevolence.

"However, I am very sorry that this experiment will be confidential in the Penny Empire, but I cannot tell you. Still, if I may be of assistance to you, please contact me through Sir Farren of my country."

"Sir Farren? Is that about the demonic nobility that the Penny Empire is proud of?

It was Professor Journal who reacted to the name of the magical psycho.

Are you proud of your magical nobility?

That's a boulder. The name seems to extend to overseas.

"Yeah, that's right. If you give me my name, he'll be sure to respond."

"... I see. Is that why he's involved in one?"

When it comes to the usefulness of a useful magic guide aristocrat in a place like this, the child who marries that man will no doubt be the happiest princess in the world.

Thanks to this, the conversation seems to be headed this way.

It's bad for Dark Munchkin, but let me get through this somewhat forcefully.

"That's why please pick this up. As I said earlier, this is her home. I think it's a serious act to step into a young girl's bedroom without permission and shake up her sword or wand."

Does it make sense to fulfill Gogol?

Don't you have one?

No, I'm sure there is.

The world is a face. My face is everything.

Cute girls and handsome people decide everything.

"... ok. I understand your point."

Pierre, the brave man of the west who nods and responds quietly.

The boulders are handsome. You're being treated like a woman.

If Busamen is the opponent, this is not how it works.

Busamen are less likely to receive returns from women. Your grace and devotion, no, the relationship between Yoisho and sex is not established. It's not as good as modern Japanese herbivorous busaments to list a lady first even though you can't get sex no matter how hard you try. Ah.

"It's above all that you understand. Then I'm very afraid..."

Wouldn't you like to go home?

I just tried to continue the tightening words appropriately, and it sounded.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The Demons are here. Whoa, whoa! "" Run! Run! "" Get your attitude together! "" Brave man! Speak up for your brave party! "" Whoa, whoa, whoa! Give me healing magic! Healing magic!

Now what?

The scream was heard from above the stairs leading to the Gogol Mansion. The faces waiting on the ground must have encountered some kind of threat. Even as far as the last confirmation was concerned, the number was nearly three digits. If that's all you've got, you can hide your eyes from the boulders.

But the Demons and I are in a lot of trouble again. What kind of arrangement would that be? The train a few days ago had a little confusion about the guy who looked like it. That raises questions. In the meantime, he showed up down the stairs.

"Mm-hmm, you!

"Oh my God, this is..."

He was a Mazo Demon.

I was a kimorongue.

How about showing up at this time?