Atelier Tanaka

Estelle broke into the negotiating place with Mr. Richard.

She closes the door with her back hand, as well as slowly advances her steps and comes as far as the inside of the room. That's just around the couch where myself and Gogol sit down. Richard's sitting couch, set at a distance, is further ahead of him.

"... Hey, Dad. I wonder what this means?

Her gaze turned to Zophy in her underwear, via her dad, and reached this lower body. Frankfurt, who has already grown in volume, just complains about eating fast and appealing to himself under the trouser dough.

"Huh..."

Just a few steps reflexively, Estelle's leg moved this way.

My gaze nailed Frankfurt.

The two are far enough away to be touched on their shoulders if they reach out. Naturally, if I reach out as well, it will reach Frankfurt. If you were hungry, you would never be far away from a future that would naturally carry you to your mouth.

My dad, who panicked at this, screamed loudly, as did his voice.

"Liz! I told her I was being nice in my room.

As a father, as an adult, to show its majesty.

Unlike a foreign nobleman like yourself, he has changed his love and is a better man.

However, parents don't know their hearts.

"More than that, Father, I wonder what this means. Why would Cyan do that?

Let it speak in a terribly intimidating manner.

It is seen.

They're watching.

Frankfurt's frank part.

"Liz, stay, look me in the eye first and don't talk!

"Not if you're looking at my dad!

Frankfurt, an odyssand I don't know with my dad.

Such a title came up and disappeared in the back of my brain.

It's Dr. Editor's fault.

"Hey, Dad. Am I the one you're visiting? I want you to explain it properly."

"Huh..."

Estelle is different today.

I wonder how far you've been listening to it.

Daddy stood up to this when he asked her to stare. Whenever there is a fold in the dining room, it seems to overwhelm the father at this moment because of his character, which, although he is a lolivich who seemed to fit small, becomes invisible as soon as he is ready.

I knew you were a parent and child, I can't believe it.

"Daddy?"

The convenience of that gaze going to Frankfurt without even shaking the dimension, all the words going from daughter to father. Haha and breathing rough, Lolibitschi staring at the meat stick with her bloody running eyes. If I could stare at you so much, I would increase your size even more.

On the other hand, when it comes to Zophy, who is completely air, she is still exposed to a corner of the reception room, still in her underwear. That's so adorable that I'm already going to fall in love. The more miserable the princess bitch, the more attractive the girl becomes.

"Me and Mr. Tanaka were talking about adults. Liz, shut up."

"Then why is Cyan with you? What's an adult story?

Estelle inquires in a bottom-cold voice.

I don't care when my emotions can bounce as I take the last step in just a few calms and shake my shoulders in small pieces, ahead of swallowing the passion. Because this Lolivich has a glorious track record of fireballing his real father.

"... right"

Daddy goes on like he's ready for something.

"Tell me quickly"

"Talk about Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Cyan's marriage."

"Keh, married!?

Apparently, Lolivich, so much I hadn't heard. I don't even understand how it starts with the marriage story and goes to the hymen test. Whether it was good or not, Estelle is in a somewhat complicated mood when thinking about leaving.

"Dad, what does that mean?!? I didn't hear anything!

"I made up my mind. Her father is also delighted. Do you need any other reason?

"Cyan wanted that?

"Yeah, she's happy to be one with Mr. Tanaka, too."

"Huh..."

Mr. Richard who talks is stubborn. Looking back over his shoulder, his face was exposed to a cautious face. He wants to keep himself away from Estelle for everything. As a parent, I guess. Even myself would do that when my daughter was born. I want my dad to have my daughter's membrane.

However, where is the wind blowing, not to mention the love that the Father turns to the Son, when his daughter hears such a complaint? I'm finally out of my sight from Frankfurt, and now I'm going to be a ghostly shape and stare at Zophy.

In the past, the memory of getting Allen caught from the side must be sounding the siren.

"... Cyan?

It's a direct attack on the princess bitch, through my dad.

The stared side, as long as you stare back at the glance from the plain.

"Is it true?

…………

By the way, your own body. Speaking of, wait with the front facing Estelle. I'm looking over my shoulder at the situation. The best thing to consider now is that Zophy and Richard won't witness the mockingbird,

That is before the building. I want Estelle to carefully appreciate the swelling of octin. It feels so good to be noticed. Great gaze from the opposite sex. Reason is losing to gradual pleasure. This is micro-election even though I think it's Ican.

What a thought, and, uh, I noticed a gaze that reached more than the side.

It's Gogol.

The brown lolita is staring at me with her jito eyes.

The convenience of sitting next to her, she is also in the mockingjay zone. At the same time, she herself is within her heart region of reading. That gaze stares at this one's face, stares at his face, stares at his face, just comes in line of sight.

Something thrills me.

In one corner of the room is Zophy waiting in her underwear.

…………

Extremely dangerous situations are exciting.

You can't think too radical in front of Gogol. Tighten your consciousness so you can discipline yourself. What a strange thing to be a brain miso because I'm starting to think about this and the naughty things as soon as possible.

Estelle and Daddy's parents and kids fuck raw till morning. Dangerous Day Superior Adultery Live. I want to watch that sight with Zophy and Gogol, you two and 3p. Hope another one and a dark velochu while poking deep in the back.

"... you want to mate so much?

"Excuse me, please be quiet now"

…………

A brown lolita gray hair system that gives you a scratch early.

It's dangerous for Gogol to talk to you right now.

I'm sorry, but I need you to keep your mouth shut.

Gogol's scratch frequency seems to have increased recently because of all the paranoia that included this and her. I feel less anxious that the intention to voluntarily disperse it is, on the contrary, inflicting resistance.

I'm just going to have to make you remember the taste of octin and captivate this already.

If it's going to happen, I want to appoint you as my own Favorite Meat Potty.

"... estrangement?

"I'm sorry, you're right, so now be quiet..."

Gogol was responding, and I kind of understood.

I'm sure she just wants to talk.

Why do you keep putting a scratch in here?

That's because I can't help but want to get into the circle of conversation myself.

"Huh..."

Pickle, Mayu trembled.

Correct.

Even in this blackbeard crisis situation, how much do you want to join the conversation?

"And by the way! I wonder what that Gogol daughter is!?

Estelle pointed it out to me without putting my hair down.

Apparently, he knows the Gogol tribe.

When I talk to my dad, the tone has changed a little bit.

Or glad.

Thank you so much for the sense of consciousness, virginally. Good Zophy, it's called this lollivitch, how do the non-virgins of the Penny Empire understand the art of masculinity? The near future as it is, I'm going to go the wrong way.

"We were on edge with her and we are now in action together. I don't have any thoughts about the Fitzclarence family intentionally, so I was hoping you could get along with the others as well."

Keep your mouth shut where Gogol is leading by example. Even though it's troublesome to explain, it's a snake to talk about this in the current situation. Either way, I'll get an explanation from your dad later.

"I wonder what that has to do with being on edge!?

"I'm just a talker. Nothing more or less."

"But, go, you're a Gogol..."

"It's not a good idea to discriminate against people by birth or appearance, Mr. Estelle"

"Huh..."

It would remind me of my past deeds. Nature and Lolivich's expression were strong. Speaking of her initially when we met, it was already all tuned up. At the time, I was just a little excited to recall the experience of being stared at to see even the filth scattered across the street.

I didn't think you'd dele.

"Wow, okay."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Estelle. Thank you."

"I didn't want to be complimented by you.

"Right. I think you're right. The boulder is Richard's daughter."

Let's keep your dad yoished together.

My eyes just opened a little earlier, and it's in butiguille mode.

Seriously, I'm scared.

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

"Oh, yes, what is it?

"It's time. We're keeping people waiting, so let's get moving."

It is a suggestion that I feel compelled to talk to my daughter any further. How important is Estelle, don't even think about it.

Allen's guy, he's got a decent five-person life. Watching unwavering Richard behave, I'm getting worried gradually.

"An errand, is it?

"We're going to introduce Mr. Tanaka to the factions."

"I see."

Mr. Richard tries to force himself to tighten the scene.

Estelle barked at this.

"Hey, wait a minute! I still have something to talk to Cyan about!

Liz, you need to go back to your room.

"No! Even my dad has a lot to say!

"Can't you hear me?

"I can't hear you! Because you're never going back!

"Then we have no choice. I'm forced to go back to my room."

"Huh..."

Mr. Richard rings his fingers with his pussy. In response, Estelle saw a change. Didn't you squat to the floor like you were put on a heavy back? If you look at it, her neck is fitted with something like a circle.

Could it be an item like the collar of a slave, which was fitted by a dark munchkin? I think this is a rare act because he is famous for being the pro-duper of child troubles. I guess my daughter's fuck was shocking by then.

Given Estelle's bitch condition, though I think it's a necessary procedure.

"I'm sad to do this to Liz, too. But if you don't listen to me, I have to haunt my heart. I regret that I've spoiled and raised them so far, now I just regret it a little"

"hey... ha... yes, no... at all..."

A little pitiful Lolivich.

I'm definitely trying to get up, but apparently not to stand up well.

"Um, Mr. Richard, this is..."

"It is a tool that restricts the use of magic and physical freedom. It is a kind of aid used among aristocrats to educate small children. You also use it to moxify children who don't listen to their parents, as you do now. This is very powerful, and it can also be applied to mentally ill adults."

"I see."

Is this the harm of a magical society?

This society, where magic can be used from among small children, is an environment equal to the freedom of unschooled children to wield their pistols. Suppressing this until we know the difference would also be necessary to protect the lives of families before education. Psychiatric patients too.

And without this much, I guess it's impossible to contain this lollivitch. I'm still crawling on the floor, and still bound to come this way, with one arm stretched out. It's like even zombie art is watching.

"Come on, Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Loco, come here"

"... Are you sure?

"No harm done. Or do you care about your daughter?

"Honestly, noble culture is not going to get used to so easily"

"I'm so sorry. But, please, can't you just do it now?

I'm going to take a seat and ask you how you're feeling, Mr. Richard.

No way.

The Grand Duke is out so badly, let's obey him now.

"... ok"

If it is part of education, any further points can be made. It's pathetic, but I can't get into your family situation. Even more so if the cause is my own. Richard the boulder, too, will never give in on this point.

As your dad said, we were supposed to move the place elsewhere.

◇ ◆ ◇

Mr. Richard took me towards you, the place is an indoor party hall. It's a pretty spacious space of a few hundred square meters. The ceilings are also built high, such as the elementary school gymnasium on a scale.

At the same place where the decorations were exchanged and the dishes were arranged, a large number of nobles had already gathered to form a standing party. It's a sight not so different from the Fitzclarence family routine that Estelle took me through sometime.

Against that background, the Baron of New America went hand in hand with numerous nobles.

By the way, Rocco, how does Rocco treat you, saying that it would suck to have the mood to want the boulder to stay the same and go to the same place. By order of Mr. Richard, it is a token of this.

Hide skin color with makeup and clothing, hide hair with wigs, and also wrap gnarly stretched tails around your stomach and under your clothes. Conveniently, the silver-haired brown lolita has lost its original color and completely changed its appearance to a blonde white lolita. Hollywood was also a bright blue makeup technique.

Thanks to you, no one has found out how she's goin '.

When it comes to the role of such non-white lolitas in their companionship, it is an aristocratic formula to enjoy the buffet style in the minds of the aristocrats who visited the venue while eating appropriate rice and other items. Gogol, I miss you so much, but I can't help thinking about your future noble life.

I'm getting comfortable being read my mind step by step as I meet and hang out for a few days.

This isn't a good dependency, is it?

On the other hand, speaking of yourself, meet the aristocrats who visited the party venue. The event in this hand is my first experience in my life. There are many things to be afraid of, such as being able to sell your own face with courtesy from other people.

If you ever had a chance to experience it in your lifetime, the brain revolution wonders if these worlds exist as well. I may have had the self to strive with a sense of upward orientation. I dream of further Daesung, incidentally about how any of them can stand above many people.

And eventually, it's like petite tomatoes with the introduction of a big teacher.

Oh, nice, petite tomatoes.

It was a life I wanted to petite tomatoes with my elementary school students.

"Are you Tanaka? I am Count O'Connor. Sounds like Richard's liver's in there, huh?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Count O'Connor. The Duke of Fitzclarence has taken care of everything, and we want to do everything in our power to repay it."

However, reality is heartless.

At present, all the bastards on the strong side are sloppy.

It is now my role to greet this.

"Nice to meet you, Baron Tanaka. I'm Viscount Northbrook."

"My name is Tanaka. Best regards,"

And the handsome rate is high.

That fact doesn't hang up badly.

I want to get to know a little more scrupulous aristocrats. With nobles who are likely to abduct and imprison young girls and treat them as sexual slaves. Then I may have been able to get along with him and offer him a pleasant toddler every night.

I want to have sex with a sex slave lolita.

I have a sex slave lolita. I would like to be cordial with your nobility.

"Did you call this Baron Tanaka? I'm Norman."

"The Duke of Fitzclarence asked me your name for the Marquis of Norman. It gives me great pleasure to greet you in this way. Please, thank you."

Greetings to the double-digit nobles. There doesn't even appear a sex slave inscription there. Extremely healthy. At the same time everyone, at least the facial expressions, is friendly. That and this, for one thing, would have been Mr. Richard's prestige refrained from beside. The revelations went well.

By the way, he's in the middle of talking to Zophy's dad with a glass in one hand. Whether the former speaks of smiles from plain veins or not, the latter stands on the face of terrible tension. I'm sure they're asking me exactly right now about the issue of your daughter's non-virgin.

Once done and deep in the moat, Zophy's dad's forehead and nostrils show how surprisingly sweaty he is as something strangely comical. I hope you reflect deeply on the proper treatment of your own daughter in this setting now.

By the way, the membraneless princess bitch of the day stands beside her soy sauce face.

"It was true that you married Count Bitch's daughter."

The Viscount managed to squeal.

He'll be watching us next to him.

Apparently, the information was already after it was passed on to the others. Neither did Mr. Richard think, in the same way as earlier, that the story of marriage would flow. Zophy's membrane-free judgment is panicking him and Count Bitch exactly now.

Now if they were normal barons, they wouldn't have chosen.

Zophy's cute. He's smart, too.

"Right......"

"Hey, as long as you envy me. Baron Tanaka."

"Yes, it is a great honor"

The flow of the venue led me to visit Ariel. Conveniently, under the face of other nobles, it is difficult to deny this. Poor words and actions will put mud on the faces of Mr. Richard and Count Bitch. That must not be the most important thing in noble life today.

"Speaking of Miss Cyan from the Count Bitch family, she's also a fingerfolding talent in the Penny Empire." "Hey, I envy Baron Tanaka." "My son is also of the right age, and if the pageant is to come true, I'd love to throw everything at him, but I'd like to treat him." "Exactly, exactly."

"I don't know that the Magic Knights fame will retain its momentum today!" "With that said, the Princess's important fold, along with Master Farren, was headed to exorcise the dragon." "Oh, I know that story, too." "Me too. That's the best topic in the palace right now."

The nobles grant you a relentless Yoisho attack.

My stomach hurts tightly.

This is from Gogol anymore, and I'm not going to stand for not getting a love deep kiss of trout saliva. However, she's on the other side of the floor, in the middle of a fight with some kind of boned meat. It looks deliciously pungent.

What a thought, soft feeling on your right hand.

"Huh!?

My whole body trembled about something.

I turn my gaze in haste.

Then there's Zophy's hands.

"... my husband"

Besides, I'm just happy and shy, sir.

"Master Cyan?

"What is it? Sir."

Dada has no place of its own.

The convenience of the fact that it does not involve membranes has been exposed to your father and your father's boss, her lady life is wind front light. I guess it's imperative to try and get through this somehow. Even though none of us are willing to marry, this is the only time we need to be safe and clear.

You're the best bitch I've ever seen, Zophy.

But I forgive you because you're cute.

There are times when you want to have sex with a bitch, just like sometimes you want to have Mac's potatoes or something sexually. If you ask Mr. Richard, where he is free from live birth to pregnancy and childbirth, he is an eagle at the heart of the middle-aged bastard who has given up on all sorts of things.

It's like watching it on the home page set up by a soapland in your home neighborhood. Oh, as long as I pay for it, I can put it live on a kid like this, like. Still a few kilometers away in a straight line, I guess this kid is being raw by a stranger, Osama.

The wonder that images with no skin exposure at all, just that, become superior occassions.

"I will be your wife."

"Yeah, that's right"

I'm telling you this, but I wouldn't be willing to be honest with you without fine dust. I don't think this active extreme princess bitch is going to be with a guy that I honestly don't even like. I'm not making my own idol debut to Dada. You must have hit something already.

That's why we can appeal by being so outspoken. The comfort and comfort of a pressed understated opium. I don't quite hate it when she's filled with all that behavior. Respectable.

You can't lose this.

"It's okay. I know exactly what you mean."

Beginning with the dragon exorcism, she took care of herself everywhere, including her entertainment in Dragon City and about Allen. I feel pity for the boulders to keep it down. The bread moro and all is the cutest, your hands are soft, and you should pay one back here.

I'm so glad you're holding my hand, virginally.

"I have business nearby heading out of the country. Let's have a ceremony when we're done with this."

"Huh!?

"I've only been away for a few weeks or so. I'll be right back under you."

A force enters Zophy's finger holding her right hand.

By the way, Estelle, her friend, is under house arrest in her room by order of her dad. Thanks to this moment now, I can niggle Zophy's hands in full. Great is my dad's power.

I wonder if these hands have handled dozens of meat bars, you want to let them go reflexively. I was wondering if there might be a sarmen dried cusp or something jammed between the nails and the meat. Where did you stay last night, in a sense? Still, only now I'm meant to be a virgin and a nigga.

"... Sir, is that true? Cyan is very happy."

Zophy's tearful efforts to match the conversation.

Her nails are stuck in the back of her hand. Ouch. How much I hate you.

I want you to give me a break because it recesses into boulders.

In a word now, there was a figure of nobility who showed a few reactions. See also those who leave the field gently. Probably a deal that doesn't make Zophy and I feel good about our marriage. If it moves to stop it, that's what you wish for or fulfill.

There are never many changes in facial expressions.

A Fitzclarence faction that echoes its name to the Penny Empire. The nobles gathered at the party venue exceed three digits. If this is such a big leap, people's thoughts come in. It can't be a single rock.

There's our way in.

In a few days, something will move in the meantime.

"Please understand. You're smart."

Bosoli, ear to ear to ear to hear just her.

"Huh..."

"I'll finish it in a month. Is that good?

Explain it by pointing out the nobility who moved to distance themselves from us.

"... okay."

Early the nails pulled in.

Would you be ashamed of your own premature point, the princess bitch strokes me with a thrill and fingertips where I've got my nails up. Instead of this, I am already a bitch by the time I am clear. But it's Zophy's charm that seems good for some reason.

It feels more erotic than I thought to be thrilled at my fingertips.

"Sir, Cyan is looking forward to her husband's return."

The sound of talking is the same as before.

"Thank you for understanding. Master Cyan."

"I can't wait for your husband to come home"

"Yeah, wait and see"

By the time you get back from your international business trip, the situation will have changed two or three times for other conveniences. I also sowed the seeds for it. They should sprout in good shape. Besides, only from Zophy's own activism, it's even possible that the big picture is never there.

Once again at that time, it would be better to ride a more comfortable wave.

"I love you, sir."

"Me, too."

Bitches and virgins speak loudly to appeal to the aristocrats surrounding them. Zophy, who hugs me in the arms, is cute, cute, and mortifying, even if she understands everything behind the relationship. Warning order.

In the meantime, it was the words of gratitude that were inadvertently delivered.

Bosoli, in a very small voice.

"Thank you for sheltering me until I crushed my self-esteem."

"Yes?"

"It's too clumsy a lie. But it looks very much like you."

"... lying, is it?

"I'll return this debt someday."

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

I don't remember taking it up and making a loan. I'm not even lying. I don't even remember frustrating my pride for a princess bitch. I questioned him and tried to return the question, but he takes the gap away from me by words thrown around him.

"Hey, I'm really jealous" "That's true. My son is a fan of Sian, so he will cry and regret it." "So will my son." "Speaking of the Magic Knights, Lord Farren will have a glimpse." "Dragon exorcism is not Dada."

Everyone who watches a series of exchanges and he, to the newly-born couple, smiles and turns to the words of blessing uniformly, holding one or two things in their bellies.

Yoisho attack from the unstoppable nobles.

Mr. Richard and Count Bitch, who stood right around the corner, would have an influence.

…………

Everything could just be a lie.

Only Gogol can understand the truth.

◇ ◆ ◇

Zophy, there's also a paragraph of greeting around with you.

Well, it was time for me to excuse myself, and it was an event in the middle of looking for Mr. Richard in the venue. Stained glass provided on one side of the venue hall. The Cathedral of Saint Chapel was also a bright blue streak, but parin, made a loud noise and broke.

Everyone turns to the side where his attention is heard.

One piece of broken glass falls inside the hall after another. Just like this, Dosari, with a slightly lower sound, it fell to the floor of the venue. Something seems to have jumped indoors from the outside.

Bouncing small it shivers the body on the floor, Pickle Pickle.

Is the damage from the drop due, or is there some other reason? It stood weakly elbowed, causing his whole body to spasm with a pull in order to wake up his torso supremely. Don't wake up well. It's like a deer that hasn't been born long.

"Liz!?

It was Mr. Richard who barked before anyone else.

As his voice suggests, it's Estelle, who's nobody else, who's falling.

"Duh, why are you here?

Dad rushes over to his daughter in a horrible way.

Nature and myself were following after it.

Did something happen to Lolivich? She could have handled a lot of flying magic. Whenever there was a conflict fold, so much so that I let even the magical guiding aristocrats roar along with healthy complaints. How did that fall out the window?

Oh, yeah, she's got a wheel around her neck.

That's taking away the use of magic and the freedom of the body.

Upon Estelle's appearance, the upset also ran among the nobles gathered at the venue. That's right. The daughter of her own faction, known as her protégé, broke through the windows with a body that was still dying.

Everyone seemed nervous running at his expression as well.

"He is, or he is, my..."

Lolivich has captured the attention of the venue with one hand.

Ahead of that gaze, the trouble is the soy sauce face and Zophy.

"Liz! I put that collar in place, so I came this far, so it's awesome!?

"Cyan, Yu, Ru, Don't... And Dad... Hey, Hard..."

"Huh..."

Lolivich was staring at Zophy in her ghostly shape.

I've seen this kid jealous before, but that's out of step today. The behavior that makes her feel obsessed while crawling to the ground and still trying to take her away, which she is still dying to show, is more of an angry devil than a maiden in love.

"Wow, I see! I'll take it off right away, adult!

"I love you the most... utterly, utterly loose..."

Lolivich blows bubbles and bubbles from his mouth, but still speaks and complains with utmost necessity. It would be from the impact of the fall. My hands and feet are bent in strange directions. Both arms and other skin and flesh are ripped and white things pop up. He must have sheltered his body during the fall.

That said, Estelle is just staring at Zophy without even screaming one. The past that took Allen in front of me seems to roll her at this moment now. It's a little horror.

Richard, who panicked at the appearance of such a beloved daughter, reaches for her neck. As explained just before entering the venue, the current deer mode she exposes seems unmistakable due to the wheel fitted in her neck.

On the other hand, Estelle is the one who gave up waking up her body. She puts up against Zophy to show her palms flat, shaking her right arm with a pull. No matter how unusual she exposes herself, she doesn't seem to have made any sense.

From the broken elbow, the tip hangs against the floor. Noticed this, she rolls herself a little while falling asleep on the floor. By orienting the shoulders, the position was corrected so that the normal of the palms captured the opponent.

I thought it was bad.

Each domestic fireball was evoked.

"Mr. Estelle, wait!

"Li, Liz, don't stop! Impossible to use magic..."

The voices of myself and Mr. Richard overlap.

No more catastrophe.

However, there was no reaction that I feared. The explosion, which was thought to be visited even at the next moment, disappeared without even producing as much impact as firecrackers, along with a dry sound reminiscent of the exhaust sound of the Pusung, gas-deficient automobile.

"Huh!?

I thought so, it sounds pakin and dry.

The wheel that was fitted in Estelle's neck broke.

Beautifully two, fell on the floor with Karan Karan.

"I am the best, ah, I am, I am, I am... I am... I am... I am..."

At the same time, from Estelle's flesh, her powers are lost forever. A head whose arms had been stretched out to devour his teeth lost support and fell to the floor.

"Ri, Liz......"

Looks like he's overheated too hard.

◇ ◆ ◇

Estelle's appearance promptly opened the party.

Now in her room at the mansion with Mr. Richard, she stares at Lolivich lying on the bed. Gogol is also chilling in the corner of the room. For once, it is arranged so that it is outside the reading heart area for everyone.

"Thank you for the restorative magic, Mr. Tanaka"

"No, as long as I'm sorry..."

I'm Estelle, whose pulse has stopped for a while, but I threw all the healing magic at him, and he brought it back to me safely. Breaking your own limits without anyone's help, etc. and insulting bitches supreme, so everywhere straight to lust.

He is gently raising and lowering his chest on the sheet. The way you sleep regularly with Sue is already a scam, because, given all your appearance, you are an extinct beautiful girl. I have to spare the membrane as long as it's safe.

"But I didn't think it would destroy the shackles..."

Mr. Richard, whining, looks like he's got a bad ass somewhere.

I guess I feel sorry for my daughter. It's not just a parent idiot, it seems to me to have enough weight to make you understand what it's like to be a person. If I were in the same position as him, would I be fulfilled and calm?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Richard,"

So I bow my head again.

In a manly way.

"No, I hear about your relationship with Mr. Tanaka in person. You treat your daughter first and foremost. Thank you for this. They will not raise their voices of condemnation."

"Isn't fact and emotion something else? Sometimes you need to dissipate."

"... I heard Mr. Tanaka was unmarried?

"Yeah, I don't have any experience in marriage. Naturally, the experience of having children. I wonder, however, if it is possible to perceive the heart. When you say these things, Richard, who actually has a daughter, may seem like an outrage to you."

…………

"So, Mr. Richard. I'm sorry about this one."

If I hadn't met myself, Estelle would have had her days a little more serene, as Mr. Richard wanted, no, although the fact that Allen broke the membrane wouldn't have changed.

"Right..."

"Yes."

When was the last time my daughter was scratched?

That must be sad.

When I first saw Mausoleum Peer magazine in my life, I was very sad.

My favorite character is being gang-raped by chara men.

Though I love it now.

"Have you heard from His Majesty, Mr. Richard?

"Yeah, about the Great Holy Country, right?

"As soon as I can, I'm going to leave the capital, Calis. I'm very afraid on a personal matter, may I help you with your support?

…………

"Mr. Richard?

"... that's just a little bit, could you wait?

"What else can I do for you?

That's crazy.

It was assumed that Richard's position, even now, would return.

When I waited a while, something seemed like he had made up his mind, and he turned to this one again to show it. That's already a terribly serious look, staring at the Asian complex, flat yellow.

"Mr. Tanaka."

"Yes."

"I'm not sneaky to tell you this now..."

"... what is it?

"Thank you for sending my daughter Liz."

Seriously.

Was that Dad's offensive route?

That's a little unexpected.

I mean, what are you going to do with your marriage announcement with Zophy?

Count Bitch and all the best.

Though the suggestion may come from him.

"Mr. Richard, you don't see reality right now. Your daughter's passion for me is a temporary lost of her mind. In six months, you'll get your former serene girlfriend back. At that time, it is your duty to draw your arms so that you will never regret it."

"... do you really think so?

"Yeah, I think. You are also caught in the heat as you see your daughter's fullest appearance. Sleep one night and think calmly again tomorrow. Your daughter is a very, very nice young lady."

Estelle, you were blowing bubbles and stuff out of your mouth.

After worshipping that figure on a boulder, you'd think of it as a lot.

"I judge myself as extremely calm right now."

"Even so, it's important for my daughter, so it's not a decision to make in this kind of place. I think we should conduct a full investigation, root it out, and then, after further consideration, move on to implementation. Wasn't that how Mr. Richard built his current position?

"… they have already gone"

"You haven't had enough. I am not as legitimate a person as Mr. Richard thinks I am. This is never modesty or anything like that. Not very, but you won't be able to make your daughter happy."

"Is that the word of a man who held his daughter to one of the country's leading Viscounts in just a few days?

"Exactly."

The first time is the first time.

Only one thing about that, I can't give in.

Richard Fihman says so, too.

He said the best rule was not to deceive yourself.

"Okay, let me have another place tomorrow."

Nod small, but don't look like you've given up, Dad.

When the word was finished, there were signs of movement of the body on the sheet. Mosomoso and just a little bit of movement. Slightly, patchouli, the well-shaped eyes that were closed were opened. The illuminated red color sparkles as if it were an expensive gem.

"Li, Liz......"

Mr. Richard inquires into his trembling voice.

I guess I can't measure what kind of distance I came into contact with.

In contrast, when it comes to him like that, she asks where she looked over the room once and for all.

"Dad, why are there civilians in my room?

"Huh?"

Ahead of that gaze captures, there is indeed a traveler's clothing equipped man standing.

It's me.

Moment after moment, Mr. Richard and his soy sauce-faced face stiffened.