Atelier Tanaka

Upon completion of her visit with the Virgin, she then visited a building set close to the castle. The nun who guided me said it was a mansion used by national guests who visited the country to stay.

I thought you'd lend me one whole building. It's fat. Feels like you've seen it. It's about the size of a magical aristocratic house that you've seen in the capital, Calis. It is more of a castle than a mansion. The garden is also huge. The wide range of main gates assumed to be boarded by carriage exceeds the main gate of Masayama Temple.

And things at the entrance that I had hoped for.

"Oh, hey, this is..."

"Oh? It's a sight I've seen somewhere."

A bunch of maids and deacons lined up with Zulari to welcome us.

The former is centered on teenagers. From the second half of a single digit at the bottom to the mid twenties at the top, a thousand beautiful places line up. The size of the chest also varies from peppery to supercrossbow. We have everything from the rustic kid in town daughter style to the sister system with a nice atmosphere.

The latter, on the other hand, are all good-looking again without one exception. This one is also lined up from a single digit at the bottom to the mid twenties at the top, with an unbeaten Nice Guy. They range from thin Janice systems to good machos in Gatai.

"Welcome, Baron Tanaka"

An old butler walked in to represent a group.

That's the kind of face I saw somewhere.

Probably because of your mind.

"Thank you very much for your kindness."

"I lay down more than the Virgin. Please, come here."

"Oh, thank you for this."

I'm sure you'll show me to my living room.

Proceed with your feet as prompted. Then, as we started walking, the maid and butler who greeted us at the entrance lined up to follow this. The other day, I looked at the resort, and just like that, I was queuing for Daimyo. I feel the most celebrity.

Thanks to you, the look on Dr. Editor's face is not fragrant.

"Oh, hey, you can't take an inn in such a expensive place..."

Right next to me going down the hall, I'm starting to worry about the contents of my wallet instantly.

I wonder how poor it is.

Look over there. Blurb, look over here. Blurb, small animal sensation.

"I have no problem paying here. Never mind."

"But, you know, this is a boulder... and it's another country..."

"Because it has been carried to accommodate the Virgin in her favor."

…………

The uneasy look on your face is not going to clear.

Though an unsolicited imagination, perhaps, Dr. Editor has lived far from luxury. If you are a woman with some luxury experience, you do not worry about your wallet in this situation. The teacher is therefore adorable. Lovely.

Meanwhile, how about the grand behavior of the vertical roll.

"Hmm? It can't be a good place."

"Yes, I think it's the right environment for your husband to spend his vacation"

I am not noble to Dada. Even though I wasn't invited myself, you're walking as wide as you go around our house. In view of its extravagant presence and its overly splendid vertical rolls, I regret it because it seems to blend naturally into a luxurious background as well.

Enjoying life probably means living like a vertical roll. Kimorongue also seems happier than usual about her husband's smile. In retrospect, I don't feel like I've seen these two working in a body other than vacation, not once since the conflict.

"Of course I do, you can do whatever you want here, right?

However, vertical rolls are also the type of people who unexpectedly worry about their wallets with vertical rolls.

Maybe the root part is the same as the teacher.

Even though they say it's good to use as much as you like, I'm afraid that too much scattering is going to disadvantage my negotiations with the Virgin later. However, the loan with the vertical roll is also certain again, so it should be properly returned here.

"Yeah, because promises are promises."

"Hmm? It's not a bad idea to switch places like this."

"Please be gentle"

I hate myself for thinking I'm as cute as my teacher.

Walking while talking about these conditions for a while.

"This is your room"

Slightly, an old butler leading the way called.

Apparently, we've arrived at our destination.

Turn to consciousness and you'll find a luxurious room with two open doors.

"It will be the biggest master bedroom in this mansion"

There was an image of simplicity and purity when it came to a religious state, but that didn't happen. Rather the other way around. It seems as luxurious as the Penny Empire. By way of example, the bed is huge and covered, and despite the bedroom, it's lined up like a sofa set or a room bar.

You'll see millions of Samsung hotels in luxury resorts overnight.

"Please use this bell when you need help"

"Thank you for your kindness."

I'm getting worse than I thought I'd take it.

It looks very expensive.

"A silver bell will call the maid, and a gold bell will call the butler."

"I see."

Seriously.

You know, the call bells are gender-specific, they're totally for sex.

You're Hamebel.

Will it be a gift for the male teacher?

Oh, no, but I'm confident that if I'm given this sense of distance, I'll recede. I mean, it definitely recesses. If I saw a slightly cheerful teacher after the fact, I would escape my grief. I run away from reality. I collect Gogol as it is and the two of us travel the world.

"Well then, enjoy yourselves"

"Thank you"

When this one nodded honestly and responded, the old man walked away.

I'll leave the rest to you, even though you're young.

So what was left was a bunch of maids and deacons.

I'm lined up in a shifty line just as soon as I get into the room.

It's like having no heart or the deacon's face-to-face consciousness is headed for the vertical roll with Dr. Editor. Meanwhile, the maids gaze at Kimoronge. Soy sauce makes me feel very sad. This is what swapping looks like when you're not the only one who calls you.

Troubled for a while, one of the maids moved.

"Let me get you a drink"

"Huh? Oh, thank you..."

"Can't you take your order?

Apart from her, who came running for her voice, several maids head to the room bar one at a time.

Numerous bottles line the shelves provided along the walls, with counters at the front. However, the chair has only two small round chairs. Perhaps sitting on the couch is the style assumed by the craftsman who designed this one.

"If you have anything recommended by the Grand Holy Nation, please"

"I think I'll ask for the same thing as this man."

When appropriately requested, the longitudinal roll continued without placing the hair between them.

I think his liquor lovers are real.

"I have the same thing as your husband."

Nature and Kimorongue learn from this.

It's the slave guts that looked up.

On the other hand, it is the Editor teacher who shows how badly he panicked.

"Huh? Oh, wow, I don't really like booze, so..."

"I understand. Then I'll bring you freshly squeezed fruit."

"Ah, ah... thump"

Is it possible that the slightly unfortunate look is due to the fact that I am the only one out of company? Something like that makes my mind dusty when I look at Dr. Editor's corny and changing expression.

It was during those events.

By the counter, the maid accidentally turned her back. It is a form of reaching toward the shelf with your hips bent without breaking your knees and pins stretched.

At first, a very short skirt is raised by the buttocks.

Naturally, the sight of a virgin bastard gives full vigilance to the demons lurking behind it.

…………

That, maybe wear it...

"Oh, come on! What are you looking at?

Dr. Editor's scolding flew from one end to the other, which was on the verge of a glimpse behind a deep slice in a luminous peach. Moving her gaze toward her, she can see Mr. Lorimchimuchi, the blonde who fishes for her. Apparently he was tracing soy sauce facial attention carefully.

Oh, my God.

We have to fix it.

"You've got a lot of different drinks lined up. I'm very concerned."

"Huh? Oh, yeah?

"Yes, I wonder what alcohol comes out of it"

Don't panic.

Don't be Kyodo.

We need a calm response here. Unfortunately, I turn to her side. Naturally, the maid fades out of sight. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see it to the end and make its existence certain. The no part of the no bread.

"Yeah, but I don't think it's a good idea to look too giddy, dude!

"Especially what the editor said."

"... ugh, um"

Critical Safe.

I did everything I could.

What a casual word of vertical roll to ruin all of that beside the soy sauce face struggling. That gaze is no different from that of plain vegan. Ji said it was hard for a maid who would be morose now.

"This maid dresses so vividly."

"Huh..."

"Would it have been better if I had been around before?

What is so refreshing?

Uncle, I'm curious.

But everything is already beyond sight.

Is it really a no-pan?

Are you not wearing it?

It is desirable to confirm the factual relationship.

I haven't seen a millimeter of myself.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Dr. Editor.

"Whoa, come on, sit over here and wait. Whoa!

"Right. Let us take our time."

As the soy sauce face sat on the couch, the teacher sat on the couch facing each other in a hurry. If you think so, make your feet look big early on. Higher knee position than usual. I'm also happy with such a teacher's punch, but now I'm intrigued by the equipment of a maid who can't be known anywhere.

The heart of the Great Holy Nation, Odorabe.

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[Sophia perspective]

Looking for Mr. Elf for an entire day, the sun finally went down.

"Kuno, where did that elf disappear!

You're in a hurry for it, Mr. Barking Dragon.

Probably because you know Mr. Elf is close to Mr. Tanaka. The appearance of a gradual increase in haste over time was very fresh from the initial rough behavior we met.

Much of it will come from the small, adorable outfit she looks like today, but it still seems like she's had a lot of thorns taken out of her today. Well, from a single maid of honor, it doesn't change that she's still a big threat and an object of fear.

"... it's already dark"

"Oh, I understand that!

…………

"... nooo"

Today we are floating in the sky of a resort closer to the Great Holy Nation. Until now I have been looking for Mr. Elf's whereabouts from a low in the sky. But no matter how long it took, I couldn't find that figure.

It's already dark with the lights off.

I want to go home.

I want to go home.

But we have to find Mr. Elf. If you're in a situation where you're injured and you can't move, it's a matter of contending for a moment. I feel like she normally used magic, too, if I recall, but was it possible to fly in the sky?

"Um, E, can Mr. Elf fly in the sky?

It was Mr. Gogol who answered our current inquiry. You're floating so far away from Mr. Dragon and me on that back that you can't reach the spear. With the sun down, you seem somewhat shaded by the darkness as well.

"I can fly."

"Oh, you did! Good..."

"But he's probably injured"

"Huh?"

"I thought you were touching that dragon's flight barrier."

…………

I don't know sappy magical stories. But I wouldn't miss listening to the word with injuries. I heard a loud scream when I fell. Maybe that's the moment you touched the flight barrier and the do-it-yourself.

Even if you were sure of your consciousness again, it's that elf, so all your anxiety can really bring you a sickle neck if you panic and can't fly well. If it's going to happen, look all night. But do you want to get peace of mind?

But it's dark outdoors anyway.

"... we should take the inn"

"Ah? Inn?

"Secure a base. There's a human city nearby called the Great Holy Nation."

For a moment, Chirali and I were more gazed at than you two.

What is it?

After all, am I a foot wrapper?

I'm sorry.

A maid who can't fly in the sky can't even be a luggage holder.

"Gururu, what is it that obeys your word..."

"Then what?

'But it would be good. I'm gonna get you on a suggestion this time.'

"I'll show you. Follow me."

"Hmm......"

After a discussion at a critical distance, we seem to have decided where to head.

Grand Holy Nation.

I also remember ears.

If you are a person living on this continent, there will be no one you do not know. It will be a country located in its main religion, its main mountain, which many people in many countries believe in. Even if you are not a Christian, the glory of the country is within everyone's reach.

I myself wanted to say to sightseeing once before I died.

Even though I didn't expect my dreams to come true in this way.

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[Sophia perspective]

To be rocked by Mr. Dragon's back, the destination we have reached is the Great Holy Land.

This is the first place to visit, but in addition to the size of the city, which is shouldered by the capital, Calis, judging by the information and the kind of church lined up there, it is easy to tell that this is the country's central city.

Even though the sun is already setting, people can be seen in the streets. Especially downtown and as you wish. I find it so lively that I wonder if it will beat me during the day. No matter how the Virgin's lap is, the liquor store and colorful streets don't seem the same.

In the meantime, we're walking down the street.

"Whoa! Stay away from me! It's so close!

"... a lot of people. Not too far away."

"You didn't read it!? You didn't read it!?

"I haven't read it. There's Sophia too."

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr"

It depends on where you are walking in search of the Inn of the Day, before you get off with flying magic. This is pretty tough. It was good to be flying in the sky, but when it comes to going down to the ground and walking around the narrow-handed city, are we bored with each other's sense of distance?

If you don't distance yourself from Mr. Gogol, they'll read your mind. Every time a sensitive Mr. Dragon takes a few steps, he can look back and raise his voice. Of course I care. I just don't have the nerve to raise my voice.

I was in the middle of getting down on the ground and often walking down the street in those conditions.

It is an unfamiliar voice to hear that was inadvertently thrown more than elsewhere.

"Whoa! How come the Gogols who are not slaves are walking in the city!?

He was a man who could not know anyone.

With the sounds I'm used to hearing as my ears, the preceding me and Mr. Dragon look back. Mr. Gogol walks so far apart that no spear can be reached there. However, you will have the voice of this way as your ear. She had stopped walking.

Nature and our feet also stop.

Ahead of Mr. Gogol turning his gaze, there is a man with his face up. You're staring at her with the same look you see in the dirt. Actually, I've been concerned about it a lot before. Mr Gogol, because it was very prominent.

But I didn't think there would be a voice of condemnation.

Thanks to his loud screams, attention is also drawn from around.

"No, hey, I can't believe the Gogols are getting in all over the city." "How the hell did they get in?" "Aren't you a slave?" "You don't have a collar on you, you're not a slave." "I can't help but risk the Gogols not wearing a collar!" "Who brought you in?" "Could you have come in here on your own?

Voices propagate through nature and her.

Apparently, it's an atmosphere of Gogol rejection.

I assumed some. But I didn't think I'd get any more blatant attention so far. Occasionally, even in the capital city of Kalis, the Gogol people see it. Often held by nobles, that identity is not limited to slavery.

Of course not many of you look disgusted. However, still, it is rare to raise your voice in the streets of the city until you make accusations. Sometimes I fear my husband, the nobleman, but I have not been so blatantly persecuted. As long as you shop in the city, you won't have a problem.

However, this one seems to be on its own differently in the Grand Holy Nation.

"What was the gatekeeper doing?" "Let's just kick it out." "Look, it's dirty color skin." "Oh, it's really dirty." "Do you understand this as the Grand Holy Nation?" "This one's going to get dirty." "You're going to read the other person's mind, right? You work for the devil." "Hey, you looking at me? Dirty."

I feel the people of the city gaining momentum.

I also help late at night, and a few of the people walking down the street seem to have alcohol in them, with many radical words. It's going to be a riot noise as it is. Personally, I'd like to do something about it. But the people of the stirring city are scared.

"Phew, no problem."

On the other hand, a good smile is Mr. Dragon.

In retrospect, she consistently hated Mr. Gogol, didn't she?

You're nibbling satisfactorily.

"They're right, you just have to go back anywhere."

"Well, it's a boulder..."

I feel sorry for you.

I myself have a bad feeling about Mr Gogol. It is also true, however, that when we have acted together over the past few days, a sense of companionship has grown somewhat. More importantly, I am one of Mr Tanaka's people, so I am reluctant to let this go.

"It's impossible for the Gogols to be lost in the world."

"That's... that..."

When you say that, it's also hard as a maid.

Because I'm sure there are really few people who can stand beside her.

I myself stood at the side of the crowd for the convenience of keeping my distance from her, right or left. At the same time that fact now exactly scolds the conscience, but only complains of pain, unable to lean on it as a step.

If you were Mr. Tanaka, you probably would have headed right under her.

I can't do that.

After all, it's very scary to be read in your mind.

"Get the Gogols out of here!

The stones flew from the people of the city in the middle of thinking about it. It's about the size of a fist. It seemed to have been thrown into considerable momentum, which, if you noticed, had hit Mr. Gogol in the face.

The sound of a gong rang.

The lost momentum stone fell to her feet and corned.

On the other hand, the bumped side, her cheeks can only see redness on her skin. If she was just a normal person like us, she might have been crushed. I had a lot of momentum.

However, Mr. Tanaka says she is a special Gogol and very strong. Probably to the point of being stoned, how can you not do this? So even when the stone hit her, her body didn't even shake slightly.

…………

Still, there's something quite heartening about the sight of a girl younger than herself being stoned from a stranger. Standing and dancing is the only thing that stays the same, and, yes, a quiet stroke of a stone bump at your fingertips invites strange pity.

The young appearance and the quiet eyes that seem to be grossly accomplished appeal to those emotions as particularly profound. You have nothing to say to yourself. I just stand idly looking away somewhere.

What shall we do?

Should I put it back out once?

That's right.

Let's do that.

I'm fine in Nojuku. Nobles do not have resorts or anything else around here in Dade. I hear that the climate is warm all year round and, at the same time, safe. I'm sure if it's about one or two nights, you'll be fine.

I just got my thoughts together, and I'm going to turn around to convince Mr. Dragon.

"Um, if you don't mind..."

"Hey, the guy who threw the stone right now."

A maid who now squeezed her courage tried to speak up, and Mr. Dragon's consciousness was heading elsewhere. Until now, the laughter has been lost and the city has been stared at in the face.

Why don't you head towards Stasta and the people of the city who gathered in the street and walk away? Ahead of that stride was one of the men who was flying wild to Mr. Gogol. He is also the one who threw stones at this way.

It's you, isn't it?

"Hey, what is it? You're not imitating what nobles say, are you?

You threw it, didn't you?

"The Gogols were walking through the city, so I think it's natural enough to throw stones as a devout person, hey, what is it? Did your noble daughter ask you to show mercy to the Gogols?

The man seems to have judged her a nobleman because of Mr. Lorrigon's identity. Her clothes are set up by Master Farren, so the value substitutes are the majority accordingly. Dust all over the town building. I can assure you it was the maid's job to wash that.

In fact, she's not even a nobleman. However, in terms of being entrusted with the mayor of Dragon City, it seems to be superior to the subordinate aristocracy of the conclave. The amount of money circulating in that city doesn't make you an idiot. And it's increasing day by day.

"I don't care what I do to hurt you, but when you do, you're sexually irritated."

"... huh?

Mr. Dragon's arm has been shaken up.

"Huh..."

I don't think this is a good idea. It's definitely not good.

Even at the next moment, you can imagine a bright red stained neighborhood.

"Please wait!

I'll rush into a stop.

I clung with both hands to Mr. Dragon's arm, which was shaken up.

'Eh... well, stay out of my way!

"Hih..."

I'm afraid Mr. Dragon will yell at me.

I just leaked a little bit.

I almost cut your arm off! I know!?

"If we had a fight in a place like this, I think Ta, Mr. Tanaka would hate us! I'll take care of it, so please, Christina, stay back! Oh, please!

"Gu......"

I gave Mr. Tanaka's name, and Mr. Dragon's arm went down.

Works great.

On the other hand, is it the man who threw the stone at you who gives you the surprise look?

Turning to him like that, the maid will contact you.

"Also, I'm sorry. This one will be the courtesy of the great noblemen of the Penny Empire, and your girlfriend will also be the one in your daughter's house. In the unlikely event that it involves my life or yours, please forgive me..."

"Huh..."

"Whoa, why do you need to bow your head to him!?

There are just a few lies in there, but it's no problem because you're so right.

That's how I stated the rash, and the complexion of the stone-throwing man turned bright blue. Apparently, Mr. Gogol's impression was too strong for us to be aware of him walking away. Seems like he's also completely unexpected that he was a companion.

"No, but, uh, there's a circle around my neck."

"Your daughter was the owner of a generous heart..."

"Huh..."

Now it's for Mr. Dragon, and I'm going to sincerely drool my head. You will unfortunately be educated as a maid in the dormitories of the school city. I learned that the angle of the hips is important. The angle of the hips.

"... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

I'm scared, Mr. Dragon, that I'm going to jump on men now.

Thanks to this, the man only took a few steps backwards.

And in the next moment, it's a dugout.

To rub your forehead against the ground, it has already gone hand in hand with a stunning dugout.

"I do not know, nor am I sorry, your noble squire! Please, please forgive me! How dare you change your mind, have mercy! Have mercy! I will do anything for you, so please, just life..."

The position of nobility and civilians seems absolute, even in the Great Holy Nation. The country will also have many aristocrats taking their feet from abroad, so it may be unreasonable in the city well. Considering its ultimate but now exactly what caused it, does it feel complicated as the same civilian?

It's just a little comfortable for an adult man to fall at his feet.

"Oh, come on, even noble squire! I said," Who are you, not a slave? "" "You can't get caught up in this, we're just going to slip away!" "Mummer, Gogoloo! Gogoloo!" "No, don't look!" "That man, throwing a stone at your nobleman's inside opponent, he's totally dead." "Absolutely, I almost threw him with you..."

At the same time I heard the mouth of the maid, and the passers-by who were gathered leave to scatter the spider child. You must be looking at exactly the man exposing the dugout right now. It's just a reaction if you don't want to get involved.

In an instant, people flowed, and it was me and Mr. Dragon, Mr. Gogol, and the man who threw the stone. Passengers are at a distance from each other to avoid this and are left unattended. This is the power of your nobility, isn't it?

As for seeing a series of things, Mr. Dragon is also a cooled gaze.

'... hum, I won't take it down. Let's go.'

Apparently, you got the heat.

Good.

I almost got stuck in a barn at a travel destination.

Even if not, I almost had a big problem.

"... thanks"

I got a thank you from Mr. Gogol beside the maid who's making my breasts hot. I don't know, my heart gets soaked. I feel like I got my prey from a beast. I just never feel bad about it. Good luck with that.

Will you visit on a day when the distance between the two will shrink or something?

I don't think that's on the boulder, but I also feel like I'd be happy to come.

"Beh, I didn't do it for you!

"I told Sophia"

"Gu......"

"... a joke"

'Well, then, what the hell! Ahhh!?

"... and the dragon, thank you"

Shut up! Goh, Gogol Style '

It must be her own blindfold.

I don't mind Mr. Gogol bowing his head, Mr. Dragon walked out with us first.

"Oh, wait!

I'll let her follow the maid again like that. To be late for this. I can see signs of Mr. Gogol following you, separating the distance from the spear. It seems a little farther than earlier. Perhaps you care for us.

Even in the sense of reducing those burdens on her, you should start with Mr. Gogol's clothes and other new ones. Today's skin remains visibly dressed, and you may repeat the same thing again. As soon as we arrive at your accommodation, we will make a suggestion as soon as possible.

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[Sophia perspective]

One of the many popular lodgings in the Grand Holy Nation has set us up as a base for the moment. The lattice is something like above the inside. That's where it is as a facility for civilians.

I'm a maid who hasn't been of any use to me before, but I finally got a chance to be active over that payment. It depends on when Mr. Dragon expelled the king from his country to make full use of the gold coins he received.

Three, I'm paying up front for a week.

Now you can focus on finding Mr. Elf for the moment.

However, after arriving at your accommodation, I purchased Mr. Gogol's clothes and today's activities are over. It's already late at night, so we're off for today, and we're talking about searching again tomorrow. Mr Dragon and Mr Gogol were so decided.

As a maid with no power whatsoever, as long as she obeys adults.

That's how now I'm lying physically in bed.

…………

Naturally, I can't sleep.

Is it really good to fall asleep? Shouldn't we go find Mr. Elf? If such a question swirls in your chest, your eyes will blink. Think of tomorrow. Now I think it's the right decision to rest your body, but your body won't rest.

However, on my own, the night dawns when I just travel to the scene. Please put me on board. If Mr. Dragon means sleeping, how can you do this? I'm sorry about all this, too. It precedes me.

…………

Still, when you're closing your eyes, it's strange with a person's body.

Aren't you going to be relaxed?

Eventually, after only half an hour, the sleeper finally visited. All day, I was shaken by Mr. Dragon's back, so he seemed to be appropriately tired. The head stops working gradually and the sound that reaches your ears begins to be felt far away.

Those were the times when I fit in and accidentally heard more voices than the bed beside me.

"... have you finally slept"

…………

Is it solitary, it's a bossy grunt.

I'm not sure if I should reply.

I get lost with a blurry head.

…………

…………

Futon feels good. But it sounds like you should reply.

But maybe he didn't talk to me.

Something like that.

I missed the timing while I was blurry and lost.

Then Mr. Dragon looked somewhat convinced and bossed again where it went on.

"Do you want to go..."

The rubbing sound of mosso and cloth sounds quietly in a room with no other sound. I thought so, the sound of a gi and doorway opening.

Could you possibly go out? Or is it a toilet or something? Because you missed the time to reply, the maid is the body that meditated on her eyes and slept with her.

I'm afraid they think I pretended to sleep with Mr. Dragon. While I was meditating on my eyes, I was thinking about this and why it sounded.

Then, now Mr. Gogol's voice comes from the window.

"... get out soon"

Why are you there? Were you looking at that?

"Nothing..."

Apparently, the plundering noise now sounds like the one that opened the room window.

"Oh, come on! Oh, don't get any closer! Stay away from me!?

"Too bad"

"What a bad creature of nature..."

Just a little, just a little. Open your thin eyes and ask how it goes.

As I assumed, at the end of the open windowsill was Mr. Gogol floating in the sky. For the convenience of her power, we have prepared the inn as a separate room for only one of you. The room is because Mr. Dragon said he absolutely didn't like it.

It's a very humble story, but I was a little ho again, too.

"I know."

"... you're the one on the nose"

"You're a surprisingly good dragon"

'Shall I make you so hard that you won't be able to answer? Ah?'

"If you make too much noise, Sophia wakes up"

"Gu......"

"I'm leaving early. … worried about the editor"

"Gururu, shut up! I don't need to be told!

Mr. Dragon kicked the window frame and was flown into the sky.

The two of you floating in the sky disappear into the darkness of the night and become invisible early.

…………

Apparently I was distracted by Mr. Dragon and Mr. Gogol.

I don't think we were showing it in advance between you two. Probably decided to take the inn with a stomach to go looking again, as each one looked at it this way from the beginning. That's why Mr. Dragon honestly followed Mr. Gogol's suggestion on the street.

…………

I'll be ashamed of myself for trying to sleep alone.

How helpless I am.

It's in the emotions I've felt more than once.

"... you also blew drowsiness on the boulder"

Let me do what I can, too.

Maybe Mr. Elf is traveling to this city too. Given that she's the same civilian as me, it's never a small possibility. Because the neighborhood you were looking for in the daytime zone is the preserve of the great noblemen and royalty.

Then I think there's something I can do without going beyond it.

Good luck listening around town and all that from the tunnels.