Atelier Tanaka

Our first encounter back in Dragon City was with Lorigon.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

The Golden Eyes Lolita Dragon was walking wide through the town she made herself with a nimanima smile as she sang a nasty nose song and such in a good mood. After the mayor took office, no one told him, but a walk in the name of security, which the person started on his own initiative. It's one of his routines.

"Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew Phew"

My hair is moist and wet and bathed. With Tokotoko in one thin white piece. I guess I was enjoying the night breeze in a quiet neighborhood late in the night, which is also less popular. Find your own building where you're going, garlic, you look very happy.

Such a girlfriend and just around the main entrance of the city.

"Good evening, Mr. Christina"

"Become..."

"... what's up?

Why is he here?

I found Gogol's presence next to this one, and that's the first voice.

Hoppe's Punipuni is lost as soon as possible.

From the natural and tense mouth, sharp, pointed canine teeth peek, not concealing hostility.

Mysterious with golden eyes that shimmer in darkness.

"I'm going to keep it here for a while"

'Huh!?

A Roligon that takes a few steps backwards and surprises you even more.

By contrast, say hello to Gogol.

"... Regards"

'What does that mean! Why is that happening?

By the way, the Mazo Demons left one foot first under the vertical roll.

Says, can we act with the Gogols, etc., and so on.

By now, Susie with membrane must have rewarded me. Fuck.

"I'll explain everything, including the area."

"Hey, it's the mayor's right! You can't do this. Huh!? Oh, God, absolutely not!

"Then let me claim my rights as lord."

"Guuuuuuu..."

Gogol and I rushed all the way to the mayor's house, paying attention to the distance around us.

◇ ◆ ◇

In spite of that, in the middle of the night, go to the reception room at the mayor's house.

Myself and Gogol walking side by side in the hallway. Just a few meters behind it, with Christina following. When we look back, Vikri, shake your shoulders and just take a few steps back. He's like a wildcat.

It didn't take me a few minutes to get to the door I was looking for.

So accidentally Gogol shrugged.

"This room?

"Yeah, yeah, but what's the problem?

"… there are those who intend to use you"

"Huh?"

Could it be that I've read someone's mind on the other side of the door?

That's a little tight.

No, but even though I would use this soy sauce face for one bite, the judgment would be split depending on what use I would use it for.

If you're thinking of using a dandy stick in your bed at night, it's already, great, rather a welcome.

"Your magic during the day of the week."

"... it's okay. I understand, even if you don't."

I can't help but worry in front of the door like this.

One, squeeze the courage open the door.

Then there were a lot more people there than I thought.

As if waiting for us, can you even see Gonzalez, Mr. Neumann, Sophia, and, for some reason, Estelle's dad?

By the way, speaking of the line of seats, the demonic nobleman and Estelle's dad each calm their hips against a three-seater couch lined up face to face.

The remaining faces are upright immobilized behind the former.

The only exception is Sophia, and she's the only one sitting at the desk. He is holding a pen in his hand and facing the paperwork with tears as he shivers his whole body into a gaggling blurb.

"... Mr. Richard?

"Excuse me while I'm away. We've been waiting on our own."

Together, turn to the entrance and exit side, and pay attention here.

It was Estelle's dad, as she said herself, who took it up and raised her voice. It would be a story that got tangled up in one case in the capital, Calis, at ten or eighty-nine. Together, however opponents are the noblemen of the moment, this place should turn to strength.

"What is this all about? Anything while I'm away?

"No, I just wanted to talk to Mr. Tanaka."

"Talk, is it?

"Yeah. By the way, your girlfriend..."

Nature and Mr. Richard's consciousness turn to Gogol.

They say their abilities are often used in aristocratic plots. No way, he, the great nobleman, would not know about its existence. Brown skin and silver hair, plus a tail stretched from the buttocks, are the exterior traits that symbolize that race, he says.

"This is my friend Rocco Rocco."

"... Hi"

Try introducing me to one hassle or something.

Gogol, who also bows his head to discipline.

"I see you were setting her up."

Then Mr. Richard mistakes her existence at will. Even the narrow eyes felt more narrow.

Definitely. He's the one who was planning on using this body. Hiraki, I asked Gogol to make sure he snorted.

"One thing, I need a favor from Mr. Richard"

"What is it?

"I just want you to pack a few seats. to the edge of the couch, if possible."

"... do you sit here?

Mr. Richard's gaze goes and goes between himself and the couch.

The only demonic nobleman who understood the circumstances opened his mouth.

"Richard, you should do what he says. Perhaps you are now within the influence of that High Gogol. If you're cute, move the place as soon as you can."

"Sir Farren? Well, if you ask me to move, I will..."

As instructed, Estelle's dad moved over the couch to the back of the room. Where that ass settled into the cushion again, this one asks Gogol.

"What do you say?

"... unreadable"

"No one else can read, right?

On the side closest to the entrance and exit, the point is Mr. Richard was sitting in the lower seat. As usual, I guess it's my hobby to fall in on others. It's not hard to imagine that when I came here as Hagel before, and how I handled it as if it wasn't the same, I would have shown it to the face of Dragon City this time.

It's just like that his response pulled his leg big this time.

"Just you."

"If so, good"

I don't want anyone but myself to read my mind if possible.

Oh, it sounds like you have a monopoly on Gogol right now, maybe good.

"Mr. Tanaka?

"Richard, that Gogol tribe is special. I can read the minds of others without touching my skin. Perhaps you were in that area."

"Become..."

Mr. Richard opened his eyes when the magic guide nobleman told him.

As always, when this guy opens his eyes, he's scared.

"That's why I'm sorry to keep you here."

There are many other people indoors.

There's no way you can calm down badly.

"... I see"

"Mr. Richard?

Instead of greeting me, I lay my words on top of each other, and my dad pukes and sighs and makes me tell him how I perceived him. It was his first surrender words, which he showed, always confident and full of room.

"I'm here, Mr. Tanaka. All this time, you've really come. I came here to withdraw my concessions from you, but it was all on your hands."

…………

I guess it was also an arithmetic to frame this one.

In view of Gogol's point earlier, it's never a small possibility. If they were Mr. Richard, maybe, there was definitely one.

It just seems that it, this, that none of it, from his own mistake, which is nobody else, collapsed without having to strike one hand out of a slight coincidence.

The look on his face that showed change again was that of giving up completely.

I don't know the details, but this is a good job, Gogol.

I'll let you shave the octin you haven't washed in two days later.

"Mr. Tanaka, I'll change my mind about you."

"What do you mean?

"Officially from me, please. Please join my faction."

…………

Estelle's dad, who rose above the couch, holy crap, made me bow my head solemnly toward this one. If only the demonic nobles would still be, even though they have civilian eyes, such as Gonzalez, Mr. Neumann and Sophia.

"Mr. Richard, please raise your head first"

"If you're joining the faction, I'll raise my head."

…………

This guy's got everything he needs.

I guess that means I'm not Estelle's dad to Dada.

For a moment, I felt that shadow overlap.

"Okay. Join your faction. So please raise it."

"Is that true?

"Yeah, it's true. Unless, of course, there are odd conditions."

"There isn't. I didn't say no."

Mumbling, Mr. Richard, with his head up, approached us with a few steps.

That's within Gogol's reading heart zone.

"Ri, Mr. Richard"

"Check with your friend what I want to tell you"

"... ok"

I knew it was Estelle's dad.

She definitely inherited this guy's blood in color.

I'm sure of this already.

"Mr. Rocco Rocco"

"I didn't lie"

"About earlier."

"... terribly frightened"

"Oh, really?"

If we confirm it as we claim, it is the brown lolita gray hair system that nodded beside it. No way, she won't lie in this situation right now. Then, I guess the series of claims is as the word goes.

"Okay. Mr. Richard."

"Did you understand?

"Yeah. So as soon as possible, just take a few steps back. Her powers are not temporary. I will continue to work at all times regardless of my will."

"That's very powerful again."

I just nodded small, Estelle's dad who can leave me as directed.

travel to the same position as earlier.

"But what about Mr. Tanaka? I'm still standing beside you."

"Well, I've given up a lot of things."

…………

Let me nevertheless reluctantly share with you the fact that I am not very happy.

In case Gogol gets flattered by someone other than himself, maybe, a lot of things will end. Thinking about it, I wondered if her figure was actually somewhere very important to me.

I guess I'll just have to zokonlove Mello for octopus enslavement already.

"... that's more when you realize it's being read."

"Don't go in there either, because I understand it myself"

Are you getting used to this girl?

Or is it an alert for me to stop this any longer?

Well, either way.

Conscious gets our spirits fucked.

"I fully understand that taking a hand against you is a snake, last time and this time. That's why I hope to be able to talk to you from the front in the future."

"I'm afraid you can tell the Duke of Fitzclarence that."

"Thank you. Baron Tanaka."

For once now, I was Estelle's dad trying to keep her head down deep.

But it is, its face rises, and where it was continued, its narrative is strong.

"However, with regard to my daughter, please take a step back. This is all I can't give in. Still, if you want my daughter, Elizabeth, I will stand up to you here."

"Yeah, yeah. Of course it is..."

It was totally his father's face.

◇ ◆ ◇

A talk with Mr. Richard just came to a paragraph, and the focus of the topic shifted to Gogol. Apart from the witchcraft nobles and lorigons I knew beforehand, I have to introduce you to Gong, Mr. Neumann, and Sophia.

We also need to secure her residence in Dragon City.

"I want to introduce you all once again. Hi, I'm Rocco Rocco from Gogol."

"... Hi"

Just like earlier, Gogol lowers his head with a peck.

The positioning of a person is the same as before, in the form of a view of herself and her standing near the entrance and exit, with faces located inside the room.

By the way, the farthest away is Sophia, who sat on the desk chair. Two sofas line up across the street from the front of it, all located around it. We're a few more meters from there.

Christina is convenient for Gogol to be standing near the entrance and exit, unable to enter the room, treading on the estate in a slightly further hallway.

"For the time being, we were supposed to live together here, but anyway, she was special, and we're looking to hit some of the western sections that we're currently blocking on her residence"

"I don't mind that, but what are we gonna do with the rice and the bath?

"... really, that's a problem around there"

A sharp point from Gong.

I can't even keep him locked up forever.

"That's right..."

Do I have to raise or lower my meals to bath support?

I'm particularly in the mood to focus on the latter.

"No residence required. Live outside this city appropriately"

"But there's no settlement around, is there?

"Compared to the Dark Continent, everything can be easy."

"... well, maybe that's true"

"Something wrong?

…………

I do feel like it would be better to leave it to her than lay down this and the rules, whether this way or not. Anyway, they've been facing their own power for so long that they can't compare to us.

"Okay. I'll leave the details to Mr. Rocco."

"Dude, are you sure that's okay?

"I strongly urge her not to say anything else about everything she reads. If that promise is broken, I will be the first to suffer the greatest damage. So why don't you just trust me and do it?

"Well, if you say so, I don't mind..."

"No, I think I should make some arrangements too, Tanaka"

Following Gong, opinions also fly from Mr Neumann.

The two make a city and boast a great deal of talent when it comes to operations.

You can't just ignore this on a boulder and push it through.

"Now, let's make sure we have a layout for the city in and out."

"It would help if you did. You don't have to create unwanted sparks. The effectiveness of the Gogol tribe is sufficiently convincing if we confirm this exchange. From there, Tanaka, it will depend on how you do it."

"Right. Then we'll be more or less relieved. If it's just me, I don't know if any of my people have feelings that aren't good for the Gogols. I'll check around soon, though."

"I understand. Thanks for your feedback."

That feeling made me solemnly decide about Gogol's body. Things The two of them are responsible for a lot when it comes to running the city. Listen to me, even if you have something to gain, you won't lose it.

Good, apparently you'll accept it.

What a thought, a dosty voice sounds from across the hallway.

"Oh, hey, come on, let me in the room."

It's a Lorigon.

"Right. I'm sorry."

I'm pathetic for any more mean to a boulder, so I'll stop.

The feeling of crying while angry irritates the prostate gland.

With Gogol, just a short walk down the hall first, refreshed and rushed, Christina jumped into the office. In the form of chasing this, back to the entrance and exit of the room again, he was sitting down on the desk in front of Sophia.

It's the deepest place I've ever been.

How much I hate it when people read my mind.

No, I wouldn't like it the best.

"Mr. Tanaka, this lady..."

Nature and Mr. Richard's consciousness turn to the Lorigon.

"Oh, with that said, you still had your introduction. You will be the mayor of this city. As my replacement for the lord, you work your days. By the way, the maid who sat behind her is acting mayor."

"Hey, it's Christina, the mayor of town! How about it! '

He still has a low back when he uses the position of mayor of the town. I think it's time you got used to it. However, the trick is still extremely lovable to show with your chest stretched. Lovely nipples floating on thin fabric of a piece.

"I see? But you seem a lot younger for that."

The Duke of Boulder also leans his neck on this.

The problem is the mayor of the town putting a scratch in his hair without putting it there for a while.

"What? You think Ningen's gonna tell me how old he is?

"For a long time, you're a good child. Could it be Mr. Tanaka's?

"No, she's an enchanted dragon. Perhaps in the Penny Empire today, there is no one more powerful than her. As a representative of the city, there will be no more reliable arrangements."

"Uh, enchanted dragon, is it?

Nature and Mr. Daddy's gaze go to the demonic nobility.

There are answers to numerous questions there.

"Especially your doubts, Richard. But he's right."

"That's again, hey, whatever..."

In contrast to the demonic nobility who solemnly responds, Mr. Daddy is a terribly surprised look.

There's no way to do all this.

"If there's anything I can do for you regarding this city, I'd appreciate it if you could contact her. In doing so, I think Sophia, who will refrain behind us, will support the details, and I will introduce them to you."

"Okay."

Squirting briefly, Mr. Richard, who took his seat, turns again to Christina.

Sophia's gable mode is switched on with her name being put out. The maid is adorable that makes her armpit solemnly damp with a face that is going to cry out even now.

'... what the fuck? Ningen'

"I am Richard Fitzclarence. Christina from Enchanted Dragon, was it? Thank you for your patience and patience."

'Excuse me? Oh, yeah. Well, if you're going out of your way to get under me and say hello, there's nothing I can't do for you! Become!'

"Thank you, Mr. Christina"

As always, you're looking closely at the details of what people say, Lorigon.

It's very adorable based on the reaction.

Probably feels like Mr. Richard has a high point.

Because this is my city! Don't tell that guy all the time, okay? If you want to talk about it, bring it to me properly, and then what? All right? '

"Yes, I understand that."

I guess I was glad I was treated like a mayor by an arrangement that wasn't long after I met him. For a familiar guy, I rarely seem to get in a good mood with the first time I meet Ningen.

As much as I'd appreciate it if the two of you had a good relationship in the future.

If this was around Zophy's dad, who has a reputation for the size of his liver balls, it must have been a lot of trouble. Your ancestors aren't fucking Dada, are they, FitzClarence? Its pointy strength supremacy is pleasant to watch.

I just got a paragraph around greeting, and Mr. Fu and Richard's gaze moved.

Gogol is on his way.

"But the Gogols, who can understand without touching them,"

You look like you want something.

"I'll tell you what, we're not lending, are we?

"Can't you?

"Because she's my valued partner"

Lies are also convenient.

"I see."

"By the way, Mr. Richard. I plan to hit it in the future..."

In view of previous exchanges, it will be necessary, once and for all, to go to the capital, Calis. I have something to report to the King myself, so I think it's a good idea to take him home here.

What a thought, a voice inadvertently coming from behind.

"Hey, don't just stand there, why don't you go inside?

"Oh, Mr. Editor"

Editor teacher in pajamas and encount.

Standing behind us, she looked at this one with a somewhat grumpy face. Have you made it a little busy late at night? Because this did a bad thing.

"Sorry I disturbed you"

"That's not what I meant... or what? This Gogol tribe."

"Ah..."

Dr. Editor, naturally I came into Gogol's range.

"And aren't you a very young daughter? Where have you been going all these days in the first place? Wow, the promise to read my writings and give me thoughts..."

"Ah..."

Yeah, I totally forgot that one, too.

The paper left by the Editor teacher is still untouched in his own room. If it were true, it was meant to be confirmed even on the evening of the day we went to Mount Dortz. That's the Gogol just the Demon Clan for the Magic Clan, so I was totally out of my mind until today.

"Also, I'm sorry. I'll read it right away."

"... hmm"

Shit, Dr. Editor's stubborn.

It's just that worse than that is where the teacher is right now.

"Excuse me, Mr. Editor, I'm very afraid in this situation, could you please keep your distance from us as soon as possible? Hopefully at such intervals that the spear doesn't arrive."

"What do you mean?... No way, does it smell? Wow, wow, me."

"No, that's..."

Teacher cute starting to do armpit cum cum on fast track.

The smell, by the way, is one way or another, Sophia.

I can't just introduce her to Rocco. I know what kind of reaction will be returned so that the destination will be in my hands. Still, I have to explain to my teacher the situation in which my current teacher was placed.

So let me explain Gogol's special abilities in front of everyone.

Your heart is naked.

As a result, the teacher's mental is breaking without putting his hair down for a while.

"Become, Become..."

Stunningly open eyes capture Gogol.

Her complexion is bright blue.

Oh, seriously? Is that for real? All you have to say.

"Excuse me, it's my mistake. Editor."

"That's it, okay, inside your heart? Your heart now?

"Unfortunately"

…………

Editor teacher with no response while still solidified.

I have no choice but to introduce you to Gogol.

"Mr. Rocco, this is Eddie, my alchemist teacher..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Screaming from the teacher's mouth, within the words of the introduction never ending. From corner to corner of the Lorigon Mansion, no, it was so loud that it rang outdoors. A series of wild and powerful screams that I don't think are roughly what a woman would raise.

Turn her heels back at the same time, and she runs away better than we do.

Zudadadada and footsteps were also big and full speed down the hallway that would have just come.

…………

…………

This is serious shit.

What should I do?

What if Dr. Editor hates me? It is also equal to losing 30% of the pleasure of life. Teacher's service Spiritual punchline is the daily moisture. I don't care about rejuvenating secrets anymore, so make up with the teacher first. We have to make up.

"Excuse me, excuse me for a moment"

We were to chase after him in a great hurry.

I'm going to use flying magic.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

I suddenly cried out, Mr. Elf. After that back, Mr. Tanaka flew away. For another reason, in the form of chasing Mr. Tanaka, Mr. Rocco also flew away.

What can we do about what is left of us later?

"Oh, you know, Mr. Christina..."

In the meantime, I will ask the mayor of the town, Mr. Dragon.

'Huh, that's why I told you not to bring Gogol or anything!

My bossy voice didn't reach her.

Where they mumbled, I'm sure, would be directed at Mr. Tanaka.

"There is no need for the Gogols, etc. I'll make you throw everything up with this hand if you have to. '

You sit back on the top plate of the desk, legs and other groups to talk about.

Looks very great.

Oh, but now it's virtually, really great, isn't it? I'm the mayor.

…………

By the way, there's a few paperwork or underneath her butt. It's hard if it gets dirty or torn. I will try to pull it carefully with both hands to collect it. Dossili and her weight seem to be on it, however, and she can never take it off.

Oh, what shall we do? Paperwork, what shall we do?

"Would you like to open this place up for a moment?

In doing so, Master Richard said.

Agreed.

I think that's good too.

Excuse me, but I'm gonna have to apologize for this.

"Then I'll be excused, too. I have other work to do."

Best of all, it was Mr. Gonzalez who was left behind the shittiness and the room. Mr. Neumann told me that he doesn't really like anything called aristocracy. Mr. Neumann went on beside him to learn from him like that.

Top two aesthetics are exiting.

It's sad.

I wanted you to take me with you.

On the other hand, it is Lady Farren and Lady Richard who sit back on the couch and are spoken affectionately. Apparently, you two have known each other for a long time. It seems closer to that of a friend than to dating as a nobleman.

"Richard, what are you going to do this evening?

"We have confirmed that this also serves as an accommodation."

"If so, come with me. Let me show you the room and the bath."

"Helpful, Sir Farren"

"Compared to your place, it may feel like a livestock shed, but this makes the bath quite good. I'm sure you'll be pleased."

"With that said, I never got soaked. Looking forward to it."

Those two of you, oh, Mr. Dragon bit me.

"Hey, what's a livestock hut?

Giroli, golden eyes stare at Master Farren.

Pretty scary.

She looks adorable, but still I stand first in fear.

I'm sure others feel the same way.

Mr. Dragon, you've been listening a lot to the details for you, haven't you?

Sounds like a good ear.

"Yes, no, a few words later. If you're offended, I apologize."

"Is that true?

"Oh, it's true. I'm sorry."

"Huh! I don't know how good this place is, and I know how much you guys are! degree! In the unlikely event that you don't repeat such a ruckus in the future! Want to know!?

"Ugh, um. Absolutely."

I'll tell Mr. Dragon, Dear Farren, that's kind of cute.

It feels so good to be fresh. It was a good time.

Did those words sound? The two of you have also left the room, following Mr. Gonzalez and Mr. Neumann, so that Mr. Dragon can drive you away.

The appearance of the great nobleman of the Penny Empire after his absence was such a shock that, yes, he could tell our Bacon family to the last generation.

Stunning.

Mr. Dragon, it's amazing.

People have been dwindling in those conditions, that, this, and step by step. So, the last thing left was me and what happened, Mr. Dragon.

This is the first time I've ever been alone in my mind.

Pretty scary.

Honestly, I want to say goodbye soon.

And under her butt, the paperwork remains pinched.

"Oh, um..."

"What?

I want your butt up.

The paperwork, the paperwork is very difficult.

As she moves, she's dropping by for a little wrinkle or something.

"It's late at night, so, you know, don't go to the bath..."

Let me surprise you with a suggestion.

Mr. Tanaka is back. Conveniently, Mr. Dragon is also in the utmost doctrinal assertion, believing that he will never treat a maid named me unmentionably.

"Oh, and it's late at night,"

"So, hey!

"I sweated, so I'd like another bath"

"Yes! I think it's good"

'That's right! Omae, come with me! Let me flush my back once in a while. The man says Omae is my deputy, the mayor of the town. I think I need to teach you what it's like to be a mayor! What do you say! You get it!?

…………

Mr. Tanaka.

What is this?

"What's up?

"Ha, ha..."

"Good, good."

I know it's a luxurious desire for civilian flair, but I want time to cut it now.

◇ ◆ ◇

Chasing Dr. Editor's back for a while.

We arrived in one of the rooms located at the Lorrigon Mansion. Naturally, the door is locked and this will not be opened. It is exquisite to speak from the end of a closed door to the other side where no sign of a dull man can be felt.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Editor..."

Something like this feels so good like a love comedy. I feel fulfilled by the signs that the protagonist situation of chasing the heroine of disappointment from behind is now following the youth in sync with exactly the position of myself.

"She's grieving terribly"

"... Yes"

From the side, Gogol gave me extremely accurate advice.

Absolutely right. Now you should give priority to the heart of the editor teacher over your own satisfaction. The boulder is Gogol. Just one word of that, enough to make me glad I brought you here. No, I've already really shot the target. Thanks for the input.

However, when you think calmly, you are the cause of all this.

"Mr. Editor. Please, why don't you open this place?

Such a daunting development, I didn't expect to be the feather I would experience. Let me throw all I can in the mood of my boyfriend, who's headed to unwind this, under her own shell from a mistake.

"Editor..."

After repeatedly reading the crossing name, Dosun, the door trembled.

Did you even throw it at the pillow?

Apparently, it didn't have to be a solo play. The teacher is looking good in the room.

"Mr. Rocco, how have you been?

…………

I asked, and I haven't heard back.

Is it readable or not?

I'm not even sure about that.

Maybe she can read it with her, but she cares about it. That's why I don't respond. As much as I appreciate it. I believe in the strength of her mouth, too. I trust you. Such Gogol's mind wants to be raped the most inversely at this moment right now.

I want to be reverse raped in front of Dr. Editor's room.

"... do not"

'Cause I know.

But then, what's wrong with this? This kind of event occurs because the heroine loves the main character. Then, Dr. Editor, would you possibly, possibly, possibly?

…………

This is a project that can stir your imagination.

Maybe it's a honeymoon system.

"... it's not"

"I see. Thanks for the advice"

Damn you, Gogol.

When this kid tells me, I shrivel because my persuasion is out of step.

"I mean, please stay away. I knew you'd read it."

…………

Nodding small, Gogol took a distance from Dr. Editor's room.

Such exchanges seemed to have passed to the inside, and from the other side of the door came signs of people moving in a dozen, battan and haste.

I'm sure he ran off to get a distance from the hallway.

I'm talking about the editor who's curious about everything, no wonder he stuck his ear to the door or something and watched what was going on out there.

"So I'm off to Mr. Editor's persuasion. Mr. Rocco, please wait here. I know it's a hassle, a waste of time, a lot of things, but it's very important to me."

"... ok"

"Thank you"

Put a no in the brown lolita and grip the door knob.

Of course, the key stays on.

"Mr. Editor, could you please open this place?

Ask for a try.

"Mr. Editor? You're here, aren't you?

I've tried to hang up a few words, and the reaction hasn't come back.

That's sad.

I have no choice but to talk through the door.

"As for Mr. Rocco, I'm really sorry. However, she never speaks out of what she has read herself. I have a strong commitment there. So, please, could you please flush this into the water?"

We made a good promise on the way back from the ruins to Dragon City.

"... then there would be no point in being with the Gogols."

Bosoli, my voice was returned from the inside.

Especially where you say it.

"You sure are. If you need it on top of your job, you may want to support it when you interact with a nobleman like this one. But at least I will never let my people get in trouble, and I won't let them"

…………

"If that seems to cause discord, I'll do something about her"

A few moments ago, the Mazo Demons made him speak.

Keeping this strong in mind, I'm talking about Gogol starving for conversations with others, he won't do much. I just broke my promise, and she doesn't have any pros or cons.

"What do you think?

"... what about you?

"Is that me?

"Oh, are they reading it?

"Yeah, well, yeah. It's still actually being read."

…………

I can understand what they're trying to say.

The convenience of being seen as a person in all its lowliness, I just have to reopen it any longer. And the best we can do is to do everything we can to prevent her from spreading. In case Gogol's mouth slips, what do we do now?

Well, I'm getting anxious when I think about it.

Dr. Editor's anxiety has become contagious.

"I'm anxious, too. But she owes it to me."

"... benevolence? Is it that big?

"She helped me where I was in danger. I do not want to make this unilaterally convenient. Of course, if she herself leaves with disgust at my thoughts, I would never pull this off."

Continuing the talk by putting out one of the Green Silf cases to collect. Speaking of which, persuasion will come out there as well. Nobody else, even though I believe there is something that comes through because I'm an editor teacher.

"... Oh, really?"

"Yes, it is."

So I don't mind if you leave me alone, Gogol.

Ask for the reaction of the chirali and brown lolitas.

but her conversational hunger that stares me in the eye without being slight is real.

"Did you understand?

"... in my head, I understood"

"Thank you. I'm so happy."

"But, yeah, that's why I didn't mean to accept it..."

"No, I'm going to have a house for her in the corner of the city. Basically, besides me, I'm not even going to allow you in. So this is not going to happen if the editor reads your mind."

…………

It's bad for Gogol, but that's how much he'll need.

After all, everyone's private will be important.

"What do you think?

"With such a response, are they convinced?

That said, I didn't confirm it.

I wonder.

Gaze again at the brown lolita standing at a distance.

"... I don't mind"

All right, I took your word for it.

Well, I guess it's not that big of a difference, because she's only moved her residence from the Dark Continent to the Penny Empire. In view of the improvement of the surrounding environment and the improvement of clothing and accommodation, we should not be able to find a single plus or minus.

"I'm convinced. No problem."

…………

So what do you say now?

Turn your consciousness to the other side of the door in a prayerful way.

"I have a hard time getting along with Mr. Editor. Please, can't you forgive me? I strongly hope that we will continue to get along. I won't say right away, so I was hoping you could show me that beautiful face."

Finally, I try to weave propositions and so on.

If this isn't the case, I don't have a chance to take it seriously.

Gogol said this way, his hopes seem extremely thin, but he still doesn't want to forget his efforts. Thank you for your mentoring whip once my son has had enough experience.

"Wow, wow, okay! Xusu!"

"Is that true? Thank you. I'm so glad."

"... heh, heh"

At the end of the day it was an instant answer.

Good.

You've given me your consent.

I'm so glad I made up with Dr. Editor.

"I'm sorry to rush you, but things like earlier accidents must be prevented from happening again. I'm afraid I'm going to have to get her bed ready."

…………

"Mr. Editor?

"... or go on your own. Either way, you don't need to report me."

"Excuse me. So this is it for today"

Safely reconciled with the blonde Dr. Lorim Chimchi.

We have to set up Gogol's inn for this evening next.