Atelier Tanaka

The day after arriving in the school city.

The ambassadors from the Penny Empire who woke up in the first place gathered in a room filled with soy sauce and had a slightly late breakfast. The maid brought the food to me on the wagon, saying that it came with a room.

I am very happy to treat you as a national guest.

I wanted to be this kind of celebrity. It has.

A warm hot soup will stain your sleeping empty stomach. It is like a little thickened corn soup. Thinking of previous life when it was all about convenience store lunches, I feel that the table situation today is incomparable enrichment.

"Hey, hey."

I pinched the table and received a message from the editor in the front.

Put the dishes on the tabletop and take a serious look.

"What is it?

"I came all the way to the school city. There seems to be some time before we meet, and, uh, why don't we go sightseeing for a bit? What, oh, can I give you a guide?

"Is that true?

"Ugh!

"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Really!? Yes! If that's the case, I'll take care of it!

We did it. An unexpected appointment for today is a date with Dr. Editor.

What an honest thought, and gaze from the corner of the room. Gogol Eyes is staring at this one jiggly. Until then, when she was eating up for hug hugs and cooking, she was quietly up-and-coming at hand, jizzy, jizzy.

Maybe it's a sign of intent to take me too.

By the way, she's eating dinner alone, sitting physically on the floor, apart from the dining set we sat on. Apparently, he's paying attention to Dr. Editor. Mr. Gogol here lately is acting bizarre and a little freaked out.

While I feel terribly sorry for you, such a miserable sight of Gogol also irritates my penis extremely much. A brown lolita pathetic cutie eating rice from a basin placed on the floor, right near a warm regiment, without sitting at the table.

Set a table for dinner, have it properly prepared.

"Are you sure you want to join Mr. Rocco?

"Huh? Oh, oh, well, fine"

"Thank you. Let's go for the three of us."

All right, we've got an appointment for today.

The truth is, I was thinking about going around the library to do research on hair conditioning, but I couldn't help but feel invited by the teacher. I plan to stay in the school city for the time being. It's always possible to gather materials, so let's say today we prioritize dates.

"... and, by the way, one thing?

"What is it?

"No, not you..."

Gogol ahead of the teacher's gaze.

Apparently I spoke to her instead of her soy sauce face.

"What is she?

"... what?

"Are you sure you want me to eat there? Hey, don't sit in a chair..."

I still care about chills and chills.

But Gogol responds to this with an attitude from Plain.

"... good"

"But I don't know if it means eating on the floor on a boulder."

"Don't worry about it"

…………

That's the one you can't talk to, Gogol.

Even the editor teacher who gets carried away by others is utterly loving.

◇ ◆ ◇

After breakfast, I took a trip to the bustling area of the school city.

I don't name Dada a scholar. At some point, an academic and technical event with a view to the capital, Kalis, has been held all year round in various parts of the city. The scale is also pinned, and if there are events that bring together thousands or tens of thousands of people, there are some that are often open to dozens of people.

In addition, these have a wide variety of formats, ranging from orthodox speaking styles with limited dates and times, to so-called poster sessions and even museum presentations.

In the meantime, where did our editor guide us?

"This is amazing..."

"Don't you? It's a small, but historic institution."

The colorful potions are rolling.

It feels like replacing a gem from a gem museum with a potion.

"You seem interested in potions. I don't think there's any harm in looking at the library here. Numerous potions have been displayed, which have been smelted by past researchers. Covers a significant number of recipes in terms of what is published"

"That's a very valuable library. It just motivates me to watch."

"Um, that's what I'm talking about"

Teacher Editor nods contentedly against the casual gavel.

"So, uh, what, I'm sorry about you right now. Or, if it's going to happen, if we can do a positive removal and healing, or a substitute study. also, of course, in any case I will cooperate fully…"

"You don't have to talk past that. Let's look around faster than that."

"Oh, come on!

Encourage Teacher Mojo Editor to look around the Potion Museum.

Gogol also comes along with a little distance.

Red, blue, or green. Clear or cloudy. Depending on the object, an unnamed organism like hub liquor may be immersed in it. It was actually a pleasure to watch the various potions displayed, besides thoughts.

On the side are shown potencies and recipes, and we can also see historical history confirming what origins were made in the past, etc. I didn't expect such a cultural institution to exist in this world.

Because I'm a fantasy of swords and magic, and I was insulting you a lot, but maybe the level of civilization in this world is higher than I thought. Maybe I was right to get the chance to head outside from the Penny Empire, or as much as I manage.

Unfortunately, by the way, no presence of hair growth potions has been found so far. If it's going to happen, I'd like to ask the teacher, but for the convenience of not wanting our bald spot to know, all this has to be done in secret.

Absolutely, though the brown lolitas are morose.

"You can enjoy enough just casually watching"

"Right?

"Yeah, thank you for showing me down to a nice place"

"Beh, I don't know. I don't think you need to."

"I was honestly impressed."

"... I see."

There's no more choice for a date course.

A teacher is nice.

You're falling in love with this.

"But in the back, there's also a slightly more difficult potion to smelt..."

Follow the editor's guide and walk through the building. Feels like I'm still touring a gem museum or something. If there was a souvenir corner or something, there would be an atmosphere where I would buy purple crystals or something without meaning.

"Here, it's just around here... There it is, here it is!

The teacher was raised, pointing to one of the decorated display stands.

"... What's this?

"It is the potion that has been publicly studied so far and is considered to be the closest to life potion. Recipes written over two hundred years ago but so far no more reports have been put up anywhere"

"I see, that's interesting"

"There was actually something closer to completion, but the recipe didn't exist..."

"Have you ever seen the editor?

"... I'm sorry, I've really seen it somewhat"

"No, that's enough information."

Which would be soothing compared to a Dragon City bathing agent?

No, is it rude compared to boulders?

"Life potions are desirable in any age. But it can also be judged from this historical context that the research has become a kind of political tool in the school city."

"What do you mean?

"Even if you can't make it eventually, if you raise your voice with that much money, it stands out. I don't have history on Dada. If we can claim the achievement that even if life potion generation fails as a result, there has been a step forward against its generation, well, at least the name sounds"

It's like an anticancer study a long time ago.

I guess the premise is that you can't make complete stuff.

Kind of sad.

"So I am very fond of your way. Bathing agent was a masterpiece. It's been a long time here, too, and it's solidified over the framework of a school city. I think it's a good time to put in a drink. Well, I guess it's not easy."

"The form of power is not tied to the word aristocracy."

"Hmm. I just have to say I don't have a choice."

Himizuki talk with the editor teacher.

Sometimes this calm atmosphere isn't bad.

What a soaking pleasure, my voice was accidentally louder than beside me.

"Ew, it's him again! The last yellow nobleman!

It was the voice of a tall child. It was a voice I had heard somewhere.

If it were to be a yellow nobleman call, it would be a story pointing to itself in ten to eighty-nine years. Looking back at those who heard voices. Then there's a line of people you know. The other day, when he got lost in school, he met a bully in the corner of the building.

Beside them is the proof, or the figure of a child who is surrounded by them and is jerked off.

It was a shadow of the pillars of the building and a difficult place to see people.

Apparently, he was preemptively captured by a threesome of figs. I was obsessed with talking to Dr. Editor and I didn't see much of him around. The fact that the strongest bodyguard named Gogol is with us is also part of relaxing.

"Shit! Hey, let's go!

A handsome man in leadership barks.

"Oh, come on! There's nothing more to see!

"Let's just write a report and get this over with!

Fat & Gali respond to this.

Whether previous Fitzclarence advice was working, they discovered this one, while running off the floor. When I left, would it be a dossier-gathering visit to a report assignment sent out by the school to observe from what Gali Glasses told me?

I guess I was enjoying this again today, surrounded by twin-tailed kids, to see how they rushed off with patties. If that's what you're going to do, I want to tell you by souring your mouth that Odishan should also be mixed. Besides, I envy it outdoors, in public facilities.

Nature and what is left behind is a girl who is a jerk.

Reward Lolita.

"... you know him?

Dr. Editor, who looked at her in the eye, asks.

"A little bit."

Answer this lightly, the walk goes beneath nature and the bully.

"I see you again. Aren't you hurt or something?

"Eh... be that as it may!

The place where she stood was blocked by walls on both sides, and if some kind of display shelves were arranged on this, it was a good shade. Excellent location for frustration. From the way he rushed to get his clothes done, oops, I guess he was making a lot of noise.

That's good. That's great.

"Good for you then. It's hard to make a scene like this."

"Not me. No! A. They're getting involved on their own!

"Yeah, I think so too"

I have a feeling I could talk to you today for a little while, although I've been able to escape before. I think it's because there's an editor right around the corner. The presence of a teacher smaller than the reward Lolita herself seems to have lowered the level of soy sauce facial emergency at least.

By the way, Gogol is waving someone else's intent on distracting him.

Watching potions and stuff. I'm twitching with my fingers.

"Well, then I..."

Still, I don't think you're going to be with me for long.

The girl tries to turn her heels back early.

The virgin waits at all costs for this. This is a scene to wait for.

"It's so wonderful to have such a wonderful facility close to you that it's being used every day as an even more educational field. I heard about the report, etc., is it a school challenge or something?

"... yes, but what would you say if it were?

I was stared at with a surprised look.

It's a complete view of the suspicious.

If Dr. Editor hadn't been with you, you could have afforded to report it in one shot.

"No, I'm not a person in a school city, so I was just wondering about the class content a little bit about how students were coming to school. As for my status, I'm a student again, but I was wondering how different places to learn are."

"... Osama is a student? How old are you?

Thirty-seven this year.

"What, a rich man's road trip..."

After all, that's how elderly students are treated in this world. I certainly don't know how that feels, but I don't. After thirty years, he enrolled in an illustrated college, a classmate from middle school, and he was setting up a legend at a reunion.

"I'm working properly. The future investment of surplus funds."

He said, "Let's say things."

"Well, you can't even look at it that way."

But the way this twin-tailed kid talks, that's good. The Japanese standard feels terribly fresh because it's just a strange narrative girl since she came over. I also love being bizarre like a vertical roll, but sometimes he says he remembers where he wants to go.

This Osama is a little creepy, but it's as homesick as the taste of soy sauce. Oh, when I think of it, I'm dying to admire the Gangro-based work asexually. If I asked Gogol, would you do it? I want to see Gogol with Mountain Granny specs.

"What are you doing here?

"... I have a report for you."

Oh, a sign of talk from a girl.

I'll try everything.

"Report? Is it a potion relationship?

"You've come all the way to a place like this, so that's how it's decided, right?

"I see."

"That said, it's not that big of a deal"

"Really?

"I don't care if it's possible or impossible when it comes to synthesizing life potions. Explain why in one position or another, he's something stupid."

"Is it a life potion......"

That's another timely topic.

However, in view of what Dr. Editor told me, what the girl had told me was probably a report that felt like a rational composition to get used to logical texts, rather than a challenge requiring judgment on the necessity of life potion development.

If you've been doing it since she was about her age, it's a pretty high level curriculum, isn't it, school city? It's going further than I imagined. At least I took the time to learn properly around the age of twenty, when I was an undergraduate.

"When I decided on the side I could make, they wanted to stop by from the side I couldn't make..."

When I was thinking about it, the girl's face accidentally crept and distorted.

Apparently, there's more to it than the content of the challenge.

"In any case, you don't care about the frustration. Is there a reason?

"Beh, there's no reason! It's their fault! They did!

"I see."

Well, that's what frustration is.

Even if it were, I wouldn't have to talk to a stranger about soy sauce face.

"I mean, don't hang up any more, Ko, voices or anything!?

And the talk lasted only a few minutes, and the girl ran away everywhere.

The way it rocks on the back of a glossy brunette twin tail goes hand in hand with its immature uniform appearance, agitation, and the urge to chase it. I want to send a thank you from the bottom of my heart to the slightly glimpsed white under my flickering skirt.

I just dropped this off, Bosoli, and Dr. Editor will call you.

"Are you glad I let you go?

"It doesn't mean we're that close."

"Really? It would be nice..."

Since then, the same day has been just a school city tour with the teacher as planned.

◇ ◆ ◇

It happened the next day.

Overthrow baldness. This is when one person left his room in an effort to confirm the location of a library that even outsiders can enter in order to fully advance the study of hair growth medicine. A few walks past the hallway, I ran into an unexpectedly known opponent on my way.

There are just four figures who have now turned around the corner of the hallway and showed up.

"Ah..."

"Oh? I wonder if it would be strange to see you here."

I am face-to-face without one exception. Pea is the one who takes the lead. Estelle and I have a proper vertical roll appearance in the form that follows this. What's wrong with this, because we're even with Allen and the Mazo Demons after them.

Pea is the same as before and asks with a gentle grin.

"Ah, Mr. Tanaka. What's the matter, sir?

"No, what's the matter, Mr. Peacock?

Why are the blonde lolitas located in the school city?

Hey, Odysan, I don't know.

I mean, is there a Demon Clan present at the Demon King's Countermeasure Conference or something? Humanistically I think it's limitless out. Still haven't noticed at all, Pea, I'm sure it's because Kimorongue pulls something in the corner of his head and pretends to be human. It's a good thing.

Instead, when I moved my gaze between the two, I was silently stared at by the Mazo Demons.

I'm fine. I won't be tickled.

"Maybe, did you know him?

"Yeah well, that's the thing..."

"This is Pussy. I'm going to be the messengers from the Republic."

"I see."

The two inner men are from the Penny Empire, not the Pussy Republic. I'm not even a human being when it comes to one of them. Loaded with all kinds of penetration. I never thought I'd see you again and see you again in just a few days, and I'd feel doomed.

"Why are you here?

Estelle is the one who asked everyone first.

It's a long way from the deredere mode we've been looking at over the last few weeks. Pinned and connected eyes give me a powerful look. The tone of inquiry is also somewhat harsh, with no heart or a mixture of disgust. Cheek tension would be due to tension.

My heart hurts.

"I came here as a messenger of the Penny Empire."

"... Phew."

Amnesia seems the same.

"Dear Elizabeth, by the way. Why are you and Allen in a school city..."

"I don't know how many dads I know, but I hope you don't feel comfortable calling me names. You're the baron, and I'm the daughter of the Duke's house? I'd like to ask you to show the least courtesy. Perhaps you still have at your root what you treated civilians like?

"I apologize for this, Master Fitzclarence"

"Hmm..."

A blonde lolita who peels off her puy and her sock.

Exactly who she was when we met.

Will the day come when Lolivich will again get the title of Tundele? No, I understand that it's better for her, and for me, not to visit again. Whenever I let my dad talk about it, it's never about strengths, etc.

However, we need to gather information on their trends.

"Mr. Allen, if you don't mind, can't you take a peek at the situation later?

"Yes. Okay."

"Allen? Could it be that you know this guy?

"Yeah, I am. Estelle"

"... what the hell is that"

Blonde Lolita's mood is in a sharp turn.

However, Allen continued, regardless of this.

"Mr. Tanaka, not later, if you don't mind..."

"Are you sure?

"Yes."

"Excuse me, thank you"

"Hey, hey Allen, what are you going to do!? You give that man priority over me!? Your face is flat when you do it, and your skin is yellow, and your side head, look, look at that! You have a bald spot! What are you going to do with someone you don't know what to do!?

Found out.

A bald spot was spotted on the fast track.

I was going to hide it well.

You're too glamorous, Lolivich.

My eyes are swimming, like Pea.

"Sorry, Estelle. I really need him. [M] Can you just let me take my seat off for a little while? Just a little bit. I need time. Because I don't mind just saying hello to the delegates."

Well, apparently they're planning to head under Professor skunk from now on.

I guess we're in the middle of the same event yesterday that we encountered on our arrival.

"... why don't you explain the situation later?

Naturally.

Even if Estelle hits me hard, she's a handsome guy who prioritizes soy sauce faces.

What a good guy.

Is this the kind of guy who can afford to look good?

It's absolutely impossible for me.

Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment.

"Huh, why don't you take it personally?

"Thank you. That'll help, Estelle"

Leaving beside Estelle, Allen walked over here.

"Mr. Tanaka, if you'll excuse me, please come with me"

"Yeah, yeah. But are you sure?

"From now on, Estelle and the others are going to greet the deputy representatives of the school city. I'm just a knight. Even if I'm with you, I'm just gonna get in the way. More than that, Mr. Tanaka really wanted to tell you something."

"If that's the case, please. I want to make sure, too."

"Yes. This way."

We moved the place to escape better than under Estelle.

◇ ◆ ◇

Walking the hallway for a while with two men. We stopped walking as we turned a few corners and traveled to other less popular neighborhoods. It is up to them to face each other from either side and to be combined with the sharing of the status quo.

"I see that such a thing..."

The matter Allen told me was a very Estelle-like history.

It seems that Estelle herself noticed that the beginning of this was when Estelle's dad knew that Allen existed. It is now an already well-known fact that the judgment and actions of his amnesiac daughter, who considered the life of a handsome man to be in danger as it is, were very swift.

Happy or unhappy, time after time, Estelle was contacted by the vertical roll for an outing. The reason is to participate in meetings that take place in the school city, just like myself. I hear it's a mission given to her by her home country in her spare time when she's lost her castle and hasn't been able to run a territory.

A free-flowing act of vertical roll that, as always, demonstrates the freedom of prisoners and others alike. In the form of synergy, the escape of love was realized.

I lost my memory, Estelle. I know you don't know stories about prisoners, etc., but, well, it's not hard to imagine anything would have been good if I'd gotten a leg.

"I'm sorry, I wish I'd come out stronger"

"There's no need for Mr. Allen to apologize. Mr. Estelle's ability to act is a big deal, but since Mr. Richard is still his father, I'd like you to be a little bit careful. If it's my daughter's personality, you'll understand it well enough."

"Yes, no. And the Duke of Fitzclarence never hits me..."

"Rest assured. As soon as I return to my country, I will root for it."

It's a little overdone.

Even if the contact from the vertical roll were true, it would be even unnatural for Allen to accompany Estelle. I can still tell by myself. But I don't know why I bothered to visit with Estelle at this time now.

By the way, Allen knew about Estelle's amnesia.

Mr. Richard contacted me. It is also called blackmail.

Therefore, this, as Allen, is completely life-threatening.

If your dad finds out, he'll definitely kill you. I'm sure he understands. On the other hand, if you were Estelle in the current Zoccon Love mode, you would have been able to surprise any number of people with the carriage of words. As long as I can honestly communicate my relationship with your dad.

At least if I spared my life, I should have made it a big deal. If Allen knows the power of the Fitzclarence family, he can't possibly take risks such as escaping love. As things stand, it's the right route to get back together with Zophy's dad, and I'm sure you're right.

For both of us, I should have come out strong now that I let myself speak.

If you incise for a year, Mr. Richard will notice the goodness of this handsome man, too. It was originally going that way, so it's something you might notice if you think about it a little bit. I don't think the handsome guy in front of me is that stupid.

If they claim to want to have sex right away because they can die, that's it.

Hey, I'm starting to feel the last one is the most convincing. Think Yaritically.

"I'm so sorry. This is the way Mr. Tanaka looks at me."

"If Mr. Estelle is with you, this is also something you can't help. Besides, I'm not as used to swinging by her quirks as Mr. Allen, but I'm also a little used to it. We can handle this to any extent."

"... excuse me"

I'm worried about boulders. Why Allen came.

However, I was honestly checked. Now, what's the matter?

Men and women are a little hard to ask.

Shall we continue to share information appropriately and grasp the sense of distance?

"By the way, Mr. Allen, is Mr. Estelle doing well with Mr. Doris? Perhaps it's lost from Estelle's memory, even with regard to her case."

"Ah, yes. Looks fine in that regard. Doris and Estelle have been friends for a long time, and you seem fortunate to have a personality that doesn't care about details. And, Doris, I've told you what's going on, and I appreciate your concern."

"I see, you did"

Is it true that that vertical roll shows care to others?

You're a little unimaginable.

Though I feel like I'm going to start to jiggle with joy.

"Mr. Tanaka, like Mr. Doris, will you attend the meeting?

"Yes, I came as the representative of the Penny Empire."

"I see you did. Are you alone?

"No, you're about two other people together"

"If that's the case, I'll head over to say hello later"

"No, no, you don't have to worry about that much."

No, absolutely not.

If Allen even sleeps with Dr. Editor and Gogol, I can't live anymore. It frustrates me. My heart breaks with Pokin, making a creepy sound. That's all, that's all you have to avoid.

I felt strongly that the future policy was decided.

Allen and Estelle and I should stand around trying to get as far away from each other as possible. If possible, I would like to spend the rest of the day with zero contacts. And as soon as the meeting is over, we'll be returning to the Penny Empire on a fast track.

This handsome guy is a good looking guy, but that's it, this is this.

His lower body is a dangerous substitute for the Lorigon belly bread class.

"Thank you for all your information, Mr. Allen"

"That's outrageous. I'm so sorry this is so annoying."

Allen responds with his head solemnly lowered.

"But Mr. Estelle seemed in a particularly bad mood today."

"Oh, no, that's the..."

"After all, did you break up with Mr. Richard in a fight?

"It must be a fight breakup, but the cause is not like that"

"Are you seasick?"

I've been gelling before.

"It's painful to tell Mr. Tanaka about this, but everything. Estelle seems to have found just a few books like a diary in her room. It seemed difficult for her to accept the content…"

"Diary?"

"She started with the encounter about her relationship with Mr. Tanaka and said that the subsequent interaction was spelled out in a tremendous amount of text. I'm sure it's confusing because the majority of the records that have been written will be all lost and non-existent in her memory."

"It's also..."

Could it be that, a major narrative poem about it being all fifty volumes that I said I would write too, in opposition to the editor teacher who started writing books whenever. I didn't think you were really in the process of writing. Plus, a few books and stuff are usually awesome already.

But I think items like that usually have the effect of bringing back memories. Instead, working in the opposite direction is too deep for Busamen. Shooting a heel at an undead monster is a damaging type of specification.

"I'm so sorry for all the inconvenience I've caused you"

"Yes, what, Mr. Tanaka won't apologize!

Just, well, would you be convinced if I said I was convinced?

If Estelle now sees such a substitute, her aversion to soy sauce faces will soar. If a poem of love for a strange creepy middle-aged bastard were in line for his own handwriting, it would be nothing more than fear.

The stress would be greater than others would imagine.

If I were a party, I'd cry. It's even more bald.

"I didn't think you were really writing"

"... Estelle meant it, Mr. Tanaka"

"Perhaps so. But it's all past events, too."

"That may be true for Mr. Tanaka. But I'm never fond of the situation. [M] And I'm sure it's an unfavorable situation for Mr. Tanaka and for Estelle."

Allen speaks with a terribly serious look.

With that dialogue as my ear, I pinned it.

I see, as always, he is a straight handsome man of sexual roots by the time he is clear. Assuming Estelle returns the stirrups properly, I guess I don't feel comfortable not sleeping squarely and directly from the front after I've managed to lose my memory.

The earlier question is resolved more lightly than I thought.

I guess the call from the vertical roll was from the boat as Allen as well. Maybe this handsome guy heard from around Zophy that this one headed to the school city. Considering that, I'm also convinced that Allen came with Estelle.

But, well, he's still a well-dressed man who turns his dad against his enemies for all that and rides him to the school city. At the same time, I can understand that you really like Estelle. I guess a gentleman refers to this kind of guy.

But if you do that, your fragile virgin heart will easily perish. So I don't care about the soy sauce face or anything, and I think it would be nice for you to zucco as much as you like. You should have been a more honest person in your lower body. [M]

With all due respect, the winning and escaping situation now is the welcome as a middle-aged bastard. He wants me to cut the membrane and break my heart. You can't be on their pace. The non-hot bastard wants to cut out the goodbye words soon.

"If it's going to happen, I'm always fair with Mr. Tanaka..."

"Mr. Allen, I'm sorry, but I actually have other urgent business to attend to after this."

Tell him to block the handsome man who almost said something.

Allen, a good man, has no skill to fight this.

"Well, you did. I'm sorry I stopped you."

A handsome man exposes himself to a bow he may never know more than a few times in a hurried state.

While I hurt my chest slightly over that figure, this place ghosts my heart out, Adios.

"No, then I will now, if you'll excuse me."

"Yes, thank you for your time."

Confirming that Allen nodded, the soy sauce face followed the place to escape.

The library trip originally planned is rejected. The convenience of confirming the existence of the Mazo Demon Clan, there's no way you're leaving beside Gogol. In case he and she met without pinching a buffer called himself, it would be very difficult.

If it's Dragon City, it's still a school city, a complete away. In some situations, the Great War of the Outsiders may be the starting point for international problems. You can't bother Mr. Richard or the King.

I hurried back to my room to tell you the truth.

◇ ◆ ◇

There was no change in the room between Gogol and Dr. Editor.

Gogol gobbling on the bed. From near the entrance and exit, you can see the lower body at an angle of forty-five degrees diagonally. You can enjoy chillies, chillies, and healthy brown thighs in a critical line where your pants are unlikely to be visible.

Convenience that the teacher never punches me after the example cumming out, now the brown lolita is the only source of punch replenishment. If you say you no longer have a reason to, you're right. Or, after all, isn't baldness good? You must be noticed, the thin side of your head.

Even Estelle noticed in one shot.

Yeah, I think so.

We need to do something soon.

By the way, as Gogol rolls to the right and to the left, his brown skin rubs against the sheet. Rub thick. I'm sure the Gogol smell will stick to the sheets in a good way. I'm not looking forward to sleeping this evening now. Wouldn't it be early at night?

"... explain, don't you?

"Yeah, yeah, right"

A reminder from Gogol who read this mind.

The bald bastard explains the situation to both of you as prompted. That vertical rolls are coming with the Mazo Demons. Estelle and Allen also plan to spend the moment in the company.

"Okay."

"Thank you for understanding"

Gogol is still convenient when these things happen. Please understand everything as soon as possible thanks to real-time reading minds. The stand-up dance of the solemn snort is much the same. Vivacourrucko

Meanwhile, after a series of interactions, it was Dr. Editor who raised the question.

"Is that nobleman coming? If that's the case, let's go say hello."

Estelle and I know each other well, if I recall. When is the magical aristocracy hosted scholastic club, do you also have the experience of holding that seat together? Sophia said, that sounds like a pretty friendly time pattern. The active suggestion of the communal teacher and others only lends itself to this.

However, things are not so easy to carry.

Continuing with the presence of the Mazo Demons, Estelle's amnesia is also told again.

Skip the hassle and tell the teacher about the situation where she was placed.

"I see that happened..."

"Yes."

Unfortunately, by the way, the teacher isn't gobbling. Instead, he sits on the couch and checks the manuscript. What is the manuscript? It is the manuscript of the work that I read a few days ago. I guess it's an abdominal desire to get it done on the trip.

"But you don't even remember me..."

"Apparently, we've forgotten all about the Merchandise for a certain period in the past."

"Really..."

A teacher with an unfortunate expression.

I may have felt a little friendship with Estelle.

"But, by the way, what are you gonna do?

"What do you mean?

"Um, what? Is it good that you are wasting your time with me and others like this? I don't know how amnesia can be without a hitter. If you want, I'm not too stingy to help..."

Is it talking about your obsession with Lolivitch with soy sauce faces?

If so, the answer is no.

"That makes no one happy, so I resigned myself"

"... what do you mean?

"She's the happiest one with Mr. Allen."

Allen's feelings aside, her and the girl situation was sorted out in a very beautiful way in this one case. And then if the handsome man shows his guts, I'm sure Mr. Richard will be convinced too. Zophy's dad will be backing up, too.

Sure, he's a Yancha Extreme Man in the lower half, but he's extremely good in character, and strong enough to do it with the Knights' Deputy. I also have a lot of trust from my men. More importantly, the superior appearance is a handsome man with no place to lose in terms of same-sex.

"... are you okay with that?

"Yes."

"You tried so hard? Did you have a lot of trouble for that girl?

"There is no point in hard work or hard work. At least against the outside."

What matters is self-satisfaction.

Please leave that to me.

If you don't keep Estelle away from me here, it's going to be hard later. When it comes to a good opportunity, it is a good opportunity. From the beginning, I assumed that one day, but now it's just a visit.

"Well, if you're no one else and you're good yourself, I won't say it strongly..."

"Thank you"

Squeeze and relax on the couch again, Dr. Editor. The reluctant look is far from convincing. However, a series of disturbances is a matter for me and Estelle. The teacher, whose contents were grown up, never came in more than that.

"But you liked him, didn't you?

"Am I taking Mr. Estelle?

"Oh, yeah. Weren't we always together?"

"No, nothing like that. As a person, I respect you."

"Oh, yeah? Really? You're not lying, are you?

"Yeah, that's right."

So this consciousness goes to the side of the bed again.

Regardless, it is incisive aimed at Gogol's punchline.

It's more challenging than a teacher.

But it's worth the challenge.

"I'm nervous about the boulder, so I'll just lay you down a little bit."

I just whine about appropriateness and sit back on the edge of it beside the bed she gobbles on. Instead, it slowly but surely packs the distance from the subject, repeatedly stretching, etc. And roll your back on the sheets with natural conceit.

It's a bed made about the size of a queen, so even if Gogol gobbles, there's room for about one or two other people to lie down. Using this well is an operation to deliver the lower part of the brown lolita to the corner of your vision.

Gogol rolling straight against the pillow.

If this is mature bamboo, then I rolled aside as a asparagus.

It is a bamboo-grown asparagus.

Lie down on the bed with your feet down from the edge of the bed to the floor, only from the back to the top, in the form of a sheet on top. Conveniently, the position of this head is around Gogol's waist, an unprecedented eye positioning.

Shiraki, when you move only the eyeballs and ask them how they look beside you, you want to look a few dozen centimeters away is a healthy thigh stretching out of a ethnic costumed miniskirt. Shit, it was more attractive than I imagined, and I almost accidentally gobbled straight next to it.

Gogol's brown thigh-inspired fruit is in a position to be immediately touched. I feel my broken heart healed with tremendous momentum in talks with Estelle. Could you keep your brown thighs and tangle your Asian head? Gu. Gu.

and so on. It is an event of convergence not long after the beginning of delusions.

"Oops..."

Dr. Editor's voice echoed in the room.

At the same time, I heard the sound of the bass, something falling. In view of the fact that we have so far carried out manuscript checks, we have probably slipped the manuscript off hand. Does it sound a little troublesome? Looks like it's hard to check the page numbers and put them back together, like.

"I'm sorry, but the manuscript flew over there. Can you take it?

Kuck, I wanted to indulge in some more brown thighs.

But there is no way to do it.

It is your own duty to save the teacher's pinch.

Get up early.

"... this way?

As Dr. Blonde Lorim Chimchi put it, there was one by the bed, a manuscript that slipped and flew on the slip. Also, a few other pieces of paper are scattered at her feet. As I imagined, they slipped the manuscript.

Let's just collect it and get back to watching Gogol's thighs.

I just thought of it as something like that, there was an inadvertent movement in the lollimunchy lower body.

My body moves to pick up the manuscript that fell at my feet. Accordingly, its thighs spread wide, left and right. That is so much momentum that the phonetic sound Gabba already deserves. Then, the teacher leaves his crotch open, reaches out to one, one more, and retrieves the manuscript.

Conveniently, the teacher's thighs, now so far tightly closed, are fully open in a sitting position on the couch. Opants are visible in full view. Panmoro alert issued. Panmoro alert issued. Stable black. Roleg. It can be clearly ascertained down to the details of the longitudinal wrinkles that stopped at its center

Punchy shops that closed in carriages to the capital, Calis, are now reopening business.

You can peek over the dough until the beans are swollen. A little bigger.

The teacher is a little bigger.

The teacher is a little bigger.

On the other side of the sofa table, the legs I forgot to even put together are big open without hiding any embarrassment from the teacher. I can see the inner thigh, like this, where the muscles are staggered. Love it there. I don't know your name, but I love it there.

"Here you go, right..."

"Ugh, um! Thanks."

Disguise yourself as calm and hand over the paper you picked up.

The corresponding editor teacher's open legs remain unchanged from now on. When I wondered if my big, pale-colored eyes had moved crisply against me when I walked over to deliver the drop, I stared at Ji. Due to the location of the two, it's called an escalation.

"... one thing, I have a favor to ask"

"Huh? Oh, yes. What is it" "

Didn't I accidentally look at cancer?

Transfer your gaze to your opponent's eyeline where it is at stake.

No way should they notice.

"I want to make a book. Can I borrow your face because I want to rent the facility?

"I see you don't have a hand in not using this free time"

"Well, that's what I'm talking about"

We didn't have time to stay busy in the capital, Calis, and set out for the school city. I wonder what the teacher didn't have the time to do with the book either. Even from the point that I was bringing in the manuscript, I assumed that I would start at the right time someday.

"If that's the case, let's take a peek at Mr. Peacock."

Teachers are good people who bother to show off when they say they don't have to be punchy enough to lend their faces. This whole act makes me want to follow you for the rest of my life by accident. After all, if it is punchy, it is the editor teacher. It is a brand of peace of mind and trust.

Besides, the role play is great that you have no choice but to pick up the drop.

If you're going to pick up the drop, you can't help but punch me.

Oh, I can't help it.

"It would help if you did."

"I'd like to see a book shaped quickly too, so shall we go now"

"Yes, okay? I felt tired..."

"It's no big deal. It's much more important to run errands with the editor."

In Gogol's case, you can't see the shadow better in the back because your skin is black. I don't remember worshipping the fabric once when I thought about it. Since we have spent most of the day together in the past few days, the opportunity to peek from a remarkable angle has been quite frequent.

In this regard, the teacher is perfect with a white lolita and a high underwear black rate.

"Oh yeah!? If that's the case, then, let's ask for it!

"Yes."

Let me snort loud.

Then there's the gaze from nowhere.

Does it feel strangely familiar here these days? If you turn your gaze, when are you going to get your upper body up, on the sheet, sitting back, there's a brown lolita staring at this one. Healthy thighs go first from the hem of the miniskirt, exposed and girls sit down.

"... will Mr. Rocco come with you?

"Go."

"Okay. So let's go for the three of us."

It was a quick answer.

You lonely bitch.

◇ ◆ ◇

I asked Pea to rent a bookmaking facility outside easily.

The location is the corner of the building located in the same center. There was a sight that reminded me of a pre-war spinning factory. A printing press that would be the first mechanical or the strangest magical formula the world has ever seen. The operator who operates this arranges in a row and exchanges the books one after the other is rolling.

I don't have a research facility in Dada.

It's a sight I'd be happy to see around the demonic aristocracy.

However, the facility to that point on the boulder is over-spec. I told you that I didn't have many copies required, so please come this way and introduce me to another space. It was a so-called print-room space, about twenty tatami tatami, some way past the door.

We can see students and faculty making books by hand in addition to ourselves. I guess it's where I personally create decimal parts. See also who prints flyers, not just books. They seem to have all the tools in place and seem quite user-friendly.

"Mm-hmm? Baron Tanaka?

"Huh?"

Suddenly they called me by name.

I turned around in a hurry and there was a deputy representative there.

"This is, thank you very much for your help. Professor skunks."

"What's wrong with a place like this?

"There was a book I really wanted to hasten to compile, and I talked to Mr. Peacock about whether I could rent you a little place, and he introduced me to this one."

"Books? Does the Baron write books?

"No, it will be her work here"

Instead, I'd like you to meet Dr. Editor.

"It's called an editor. I'm sorry to make such an unsolicited offer, but can't we just rent this facility for a little while? I'm not going to imprint the paper. To the point of putting together as a book."

"To that extent, I don't care how much you use..."

"Well, that's very helpful"

I get a grin on the look on Dr. Editor's face.

Looking at her face like that, Potsuri, Professor skank muttered.

"... by the way, have you met me somewhere?

"Hey, hey!

"Right. I heard something strange. Sorry."

"No, or I don't mind. It would be someone else's aerial resemblance. It happens all the time."

I saw the same exchange a few days ago.

Could Professor Booth be a numb, too? You like munchkin 'lolitas, like Dr. Editor in a good year? I love it. It's been a good year, like Dr. Editor, and I love Munchkin's Lolita.

But school cities have a lot of lolicons. No alarm or gap at all.

"If I may, may I read it?

"Oh, I don't mind. In the meantime, I'm going to ask you to teach me how to use the facility."

In response to Dr. Editor's whining, instructions flew from Professor Bus to Pea.

"Peacock, introduce the guest to the facility."

"Ha, ha!

Pisci, get your spine right, Pea, head for us. Step forward.

"I'll be here. Let me explain everything to you!

Following Professor Buss's life, Pea burned this and taking care of me afterwards. He taught me where the necessary tools are, how to use them, and how to use the materials here.

After checking every once in a while, I will go to Professor Booth to pick up the manuscript in order to move on to work. He seems to be reading it with much enthusiasm, initially turning the paper on a perky and light note, but now it seems like he is carefully chasing every word of it.

Eventually, as we walked over to the side, he showed a reaction.

"I'm sorry, did you really write this?

I look at Dr. Editor and ask him.

"No, it's co-authored with me and this guy. That's what you're telling me, isn't it?

Blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher pointing the cover to her gaze and talking.

There's a friendly line of two names there, along with a slightly embarrassing title.

Pretty happy next to the teacher.

"Is Baron Tanaka the First Auser?

"It wasn't me, it was this guy who got the more important notice. I just described it as a book. In this sense, the specific gravity to me in that book is not very heavy. The names line up because of this man's favor."

"That being said, I wouldn't have made it into a book if the editor hadn't written it. In this sense, we believe that Mr. Editor is the author. I don't pay much attention to the details, and as I said before, I'd appreciate it if you could call me a co-author."

"Ugh, um..."

If it weren't for the teacher in the first place, I wouldn't have had the idea of making it a book. Personally, I think she deserves a first author. However, even though this one honestly tells you that Mr. Pride blonde Lorim Chimchi never shook her neck vertically.

"I see? In that sense, quality as a book is also a big deal."

"Really? Well, when you say that, you never feel bad..."

Honestly lit editor teacher cute.

It's a rare sight.

Looking at her like that, Professor skank goes on.

"This is a suggestion, why don't we give a lecture on the content of this book?

"This, a speech?

"Let me provide the central auditorium for the location. There is still plenty of time to spare, even for example meetings. If you seem to be free, I would definitely ask those here to teach you the knowledge of Baron Tanaka and Ms Editor, both of you."

This is an unexpected proposal.

"Regardless, if the existence of this book is public, then so be it"

"No, this, speaking..."

Dr. Editor looks at this one in trouble. I'm going to look up. However, besides the perplexity on its face, I can see something less like curiosity. I'm sure you're interested enough.

Then I will not deny it.

"I will follow the editor's decision."

"Was it me?

"Yeah, what do you want to do? I don't mind either."

"But..."

"Of course, if you're going to do it, we can help you"

…………

A teacher who just nods a little and starts thinking.

Slightly, the face raised again is directly in front, staring at Professor skank.

"Okay. Let me take that suggestion."

"It would help if you said so. It would be a very good stimulus."

Professor Bhus nodding at this seems to have some grin mixed with the top surface of the Buddha from Plain.

I don't think I'm in a good mood.

Apparently he really liked the contents of the book, not the kind of care. To a certain extent, I have spoken, but I don't think he is the kind of person who would use this handful on his own main battlefield. In that regard, I'm honestly glad to see you again.

It's a good thing the teacher's name sells to the public.

I'm just lying if I tell you I'm not anxious. This blonde Lolita has communism.

"We'll hold a meeting later. Turn to your room at night."

"Okay. Wait. Ugh!

Make me snort confidently, but will it be okay?

"Mm-hmm. Then I have other business to attend to, so now excuse me"

Talking about where you need to be, Stasta, Professor skank walking away early.

Suitable for the title of deputy representative, it seems to be on a busy body. Still, the margin for just constantly stretching the antenna elsewhere makes me fully feel signs such as a senior researcher standing on one top layer. I very much admire myself as a person who has moved into a responsible position as well.

You feel like you have to work hard yourself.

"Hey, okay! Well, then, hurry up, but I'll make a book!

"Yes, if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know"

As such, the bookmaking work with the teacher went well, even if only a few unexpected events were to be visited. The work itself was not a great deal of work, and all finished up to the point of making dinner arrangements, we had a book on hand.

Just one book.

Just one book.

In retrospect, it is the first time in my life, such as making a book.

Is it more accomplishing than I imagined?

It is an understanding, not least, of why a teacher is written a book on something.