Atelier Tanaka

On the second day after visiting the Grand Holy Nation, vertical rolls began their activities in earnest.

"... good morning"

More specifically, the vertical roll is calming my hips on my flesh, which has just woken up. Dosung your munchkin butt over your umbilicus with your feet aligned on one side so that you can even ride on the bicycle carrier. The compression in his abdomen, which was uncomfortable until he woke up, instantly changed to pleasure.

"Don't just wake up. Come on?

"You can't wake up when you're on it."

"You have to say something great about the habit of slavery."

"... slave, is it?

I said, "Oh? During your vacation, you were my slave."

"I see? He says he's still in the middle of a vacation"

"I wonder if it's not?

…………

I see, the slave battle is a continuation.

Why don't you take it and stand?

I was just thinking, etc., just a minute. Dr. Editor is with you. I can't let it look unusual. It's good because it's comforting to be read by Gogol at a later date, but it should be avoided by the boulders that you can stare into cold eyes in real time from your teacher. 'Cause I don't want you to hate me.

…………

"I wonder what's wrong?

"I thought Baron Tanaka was in the middle of a job right now."

"Well, that's okay, but naturally I can't tell you the recipe."

"Become..."

Speaking of which, I was.

Originally it was a slave play I started because I wanted a hair conditioner. I was completely oblivious. Would you now realise exactly the moment when the means were replaced with the purpose? The means are great. Often, the means are more comfortable in the world.

But that's why you can't give up growing hair.

Because tolerance for heterosexual baldness is terribly low.

For example, the appearance of a synchronized company, a good-looking salesman who looks good in a luxury suit, Mr. B. Lizards develop around the past thirty paths. Stopped as soon as possible. Six months later I got sick of my heart and eventually even quit the office. She waved me four years of cohabitation when I promised to marry her for everything. Wind rumors say he's getting a job swinging a lightsaber at his parents' house.

"... ok"

You can't just admit it.

Baldness is a disease that is enough to kill people.

"Huh? Then you know what to do at this moment, don't you?

"... cum"

It's all right.

Come on, tell me, it's okay.

Including Dr. Editor's presence, I have a feeling he's starting slave play challenging him with tie-in play.

◇ ◆ ◇

First play is at breakfast.

He was taken with the vertical roll and moved to the dining room provided on the ground floor of the mansion. Then there's the figure of the editor already there. As a blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher with a night-shaped life on the board, would she wake up a few minutes earlier than when she was asleep in Dragon City?

A teacher who sat well behaved about his seat.

Apparently you waited for me without eating. The table houses neatly arranged, untouched utensils on top of the cross and a teacup that is no longer hot. I'm sitting in a slightly higher chair, praying my legs off to the floor, Lovely.

However, the shake is still pinned at the same time as confirming this face.

"Ah... duh, what's wrong!? With her in the morning..."

"I happened to see you in front of the room."

"Oh, really? Right, well, that could be it!

"Yeah, that's possible."

I can't peek at Kimoronge.

Well, I don't care about him.

I don't like it and want to see it.

"Did you wait for me without eating? It hurts."

"No, wow, wow, I just got here too!

Allow me to settle my hips in the opposite seat while giving my teacher an acknowledgment or something. Then I just said that was natural, and there was a vertical roll sitting in the next seat. Would it be in the form of a longitudinal knot and a large table in the center where one and two people would pinch this?

"Ah..."

Unexpectedly, a voice came from the teacher's mouth.

"What? Is something wrong?

"Be still, I don't care..."

"Huh?

When we sat down, a few instantly moved maids carried utensils. Besides the soy sauce face and vertical roll, the editor's portion is also combined for three servings. Appetizers and soups can continue to be arranged on the table. The fragrance tickles my nasal cavity when I'm not hungry in the morning.

I could hear the gu and the belly ringing from nowhere accordingly.

"Huh..."

I don't know where it came from.

And even here, the maid of service works in a forward bending position so that everyone and he bend over deeply and stick their hips out backwards. Apparently, the hospitality heart proud of the Grand Holy Nation will continue unchanged from yesterday.

I guess I haven't worn it today.

Busty butt meat comes into contact with the thighs, which gives a good shade that was born during the contact of swelling. I get confused at the end of the line of sight with nature. My breasts are thrilled with the secrets of the yet to be seen minisca. What eclectic maids.

"Oh, come on!

Dr. Editor barked.

Is it the sun cover of the belly goo?

"What is it? Editor."

"It's a corner table, so, uh, you should have fun eating it, right? Have a conversation or something!

"Yeah, you're right"

No way, Chillari Chillari and the consciousness that was directed at the maid to the front. Of the teacher who is doing everything he can to spare his legs, but is it a position relationship that is disturbed by the table's ceiling and has no glimpse at all?

I don't just ask you to go in the back and take care of the maid who bakes you every time it's because of you, but I also can't help but be conscious of the hips and glutes lifted in the rear.

I want to see. I've seen too much. The other side of the cloth cut.

"This salad, uh, it's good! Too good!"

"I see, it sure is delicious"

"Right Ugh!?

I just can't ignore Dr. Editor's tongue drum.

Let's move our hands and make it mushy.

It's hard to be noticed when you're after a chance.

"Isn't this sauce pretty good! Oh, delicious!

"Right. I like it, too."

"Really!?

That's a stream of talk I remember somewhere. Well, where was it exchanged?

If I was doing it with something like that, Kachan, the tall sound sounded in the dining room.

If you turn your mind to the side where you hear something, the fork is disappearing right next door from the vertical roll. Nature and gaze went down, it was falling to the floor at her feet. Under the table, a few centimeters above her toe.

"Oh? The dishes have fallen. Wow."

Chirali, that gaze can be pointed this way.

How deliberate.

It would be a math to let the slaves pick it up.

All right, let's take it and stand up.

It's the start of a slave battle.

"Excuse me, but give this girlfriend a fork replacement..."

Must win first, ask the maid for a replacement dish.

I tried.

The maid, on the other hand, immediately after using the sound as her ear, has already moved.

Nonetheless, let the vertical roll speak.

"I wonder if you could pick it up?

"... me?

"Would you tell the lady to pick up the dishes that fell to the floor?

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Pick up your own dishes..."

Especially the penetration of the editor teacher.

However, the soy sauce face nowadays does not have the power to defy vertical rolls. Slowly rising from her chair, she bends her hips and pokes her knees to the floor, letting her hands samurai at her feet.

Nature and Lori Big tits bare feet approaching up to dozens of centimeters tip of nose. The same long skirt is dead, I can't even worship my thighs. Still, the tender flesh of the swollen tibia approached suddenly.

Never want to fu at the foot of a vertical roll.

But I have no choice but to get a recipe for hair conditioning.

Oh, I have no choice, I have no choice. I don't know what else to do.

"Oh, hey!

Extend your right hand to the fork with the sound of the editor teacher in your ear.

As soon as the hand grabbed the metal one, the vertical rolled leg moved.

More precisely, my foot came down to hold the back of this hand from the top. Take off your shoes and act with your socks, whether you care a little, or are you freaking out a lot about retaliation after a period of slavery. Excellent. I can feel Lolita's temperature. Step on it, it's great.

"Huh..."

"Heh, heh, heh"

I kept going, and now the soles of my feet are still on the back of my head.

…………

Shit.

The pleasure of being trampled by Lolita.

What a good guy to step on a creepy middle-aged bastard for free. Vertical lol. Five thousand yen is the lowest line for Akiba. Illegal if you are a teenager. Priceless.

It is also not impossible for Kimoronge to swear allegiance. If you can get rewards like this on a regular basis, a creature called a man is even the one who's in the water in the fire.

"Hey, what are you doing?

How about that?

Dr. Editor was moved to peek under the table.

Pinch hunch.

Then as soon as possible, the right foot and the left foot of the vertical roll let it pull without sound. I fit in my shoes just like I used to, and the person in question is a strange face.

Just before the teacher's vision captures this one, everything goes to the body without a thing.

"... hey, how long have you been picking up forks?

"Excuse me. I just had a little bit of an impossible posture and my back hurt."

"Huh? So, are you okay?

"Yes, healed quickly with healing magic"

"Really? Then, well, that's fine..."

Safe.

Critical Safe.

The fact is pleasant.

I don't know, if it stays like this, it's going to be totally conditioned by the time I get back to the country.

But wait a minute. When I think calmly, vertical rolls come with membranes, and I don't think that's a bad idea. Sex with a reward membrane from my beloved husband, although slightly distorted, I'm starting to feel most romantic about being de-virginated.

I want to capture with this eye the moment when sad acts turn into love.

"Um, or we have a replacement for you"

At the same time as this one wakes up, there is a voice coming from the side.

Looks like your maid brought you a replacement fork.

"Thank you. To this girlfriend."

"Yes."

A new fork is placed in front of the vertical roll.

I guess a series of stand-up dances work in the same place for a time that is never too short. It was a very sophisticated stand-up dance. When I think this kid is just a no-pan right now, I get more excited about the rest of it than a lousy porn video, even though it's never about the bumps being exposed.

"And I'm sorry about this one, but it's something I dropped..."

Offer a vertical rolled salivated fork.

I did.

I should have included it in my mouth about once.

Virgin saliva elixir.

"Thank you for taking the time"

The maid who receives them put her own hands on this hand, and that's it, you see, when she received the change at the convenience store, she received it in the style that she received the top option. The joy of having your right hand enveloped in the warmth of your human skin.

Is this the heart of the Grand Holy Kingdom?

He pokes me in the weakness of my virginity with a pinpoint.

And Baron Tanaka has a visitor.

"Is it to me?

"Yes, the Virgin is here"

"I see."

What can I do for you?

If you think about their title, it doesn't look like they're eating for a long time.

"I'll be right there"

"No, you're already here. Let me put you through."

"Huh? Really?

Behind the maid, who continues to speak respectfully, is a walking figure from the entrance and exit of the dining room.

I can't believe I forgot. He was the one who had just let me see his face the other day. Stasta and a light walk come this way. Before the maid was also a soy sauce face, she was the one who should be able to use it in the first place, so I don't know if she was eating, but I guess the intention is absolute.

By the way, I can't even find anyone else with me beside the Virgin. Could it have come alone? For example, someone with a lot of light footwork for a great title. It reminds me of this magical psycho.

"Excuse me during the meal. Are you sure you want to join me?

"This is the Virgin. I wish I could be with you."

I just checked the words on the soy sauce face, and the maid dropped back with the meeting. At the same time, the other maids who refrained from doing so moved and immediately prepared the seat of the Virgin. Even so, the words didn't fly, and I could see how sophisticated it would be to have a seat early.

On the other hand, speaking of the Virgin of the day, I wonder what it is, seeing Dr. Editor is consolidating.

"Holy Virgin, what has happened to my company?

"Huh? Oh, no? It's nothing."

"Really?

He also seems to have noticed the side seen, tilting his neck tightly. Apparently, the teacher's side has nothing to think of. Even though the teacher is a good alchemist, the situation is not natural that the holder of the title of Virgin knows it unilaterally.

Still, it's not like pursuing it on this occasion right now, is it?

"Excuse me."

The Virgin, who makes one small meeting and calms her hips in the reserved seat. Positionally next to the editor teacher, the front of the vertical roll and so on. Love the teacher's move to put strange greats aside and unfortunately show off his communal obstacles.

The soy sauce face also returned to its own seat, will the meal resume?

"By the way, Virgin, what can I do for you today?

"It's not that big of a deal, but I forgot to tell you one thing"

She turned her consciousness to her soy sauce face as she slowly stirred the soup with a spoon. The trick is casual. I just had a gaze with this one, Nicole, and the way you smile at me is a serious angel.

The hands of the virgin go to the teacup while thrilling his chest with that gentle smile. Hide your mouth from this so that it does not convey a sense of poisonous manhood that seeps out by itself, slightly dampen your throat by including all of it in your mouth. Nothing resonates more in the heart of a virgin than a heterosexual smile.

Human beings are always vulnerable to unfamiliar things.

"Did you like it here?

"Yes, thank you for a wonderful mansion"

"That's more than anything."

On the other hand, I think she understands the liquor pond meat grove course by an unworn maid in the same place, and she talks about it, and it turns around and Eros adds to that smile. I guess you know. There's no way you don't know.

Think of it like that, Mr. Richard and I can say that his belly is a black opponent. You have a good understanding of how to drop a man. The lower body of the virgin is on the verge of falling. This is the one who gets eaten if he hits it badly, so it's a talk that keeps his mind at bay.

Is it inadvertent that I aimed at the first meal in the morning?

I don't know.

As for this Virgin, we don't have enough information.

"By the way, is Baron Tanaka interested in the city of the Grand Holy Country?

"Yeah, well, yeah. I think it's a wonderful city."

"I thought again of the guide, if you will, how about it? I can guide myself, but in any case, it catches people's attention in the city. Instead, in the central monastery, we also speak to the nuns of the fingerfolds."

"It's also painful to care for"

Even before visiting this mansion, it attracted a lot of interest from the many lined churches. It's not a bad idea to look around at this. Tourism of the historic buildings of religious statehood is finally starting to look like a real vacation.

Let's meet later.

"Thank you"

"The nun I prepared this time is a young biological daughter. I was born and raised in the Grand Holy Nation, but I don't know Loch outside the country. If you don't mind, Baron Tanaka tells me a lot. You'll be happy to work to spread your knowledge."

"Huh? Oh, yes. I'm sorry for everything."

Seriously. Dialogue now. Seriously.

I feel the best signs of sex. Great Holy Country sucks. I have a more adult, national hunch than I imagined. Bimbin 'round. The greats also looked at each other about the Virgin in front of them, with zero encount with the creepy old system.

Plus, membrane confirmation from zero distance.

That's not good as it is, you're totally in the lead.

Such a state of affairs is extremely pleasant.

"By the way, can you do one thing from me?

"What is it? Anything you can answer to me."

I have not informed Dada of my choice of brave men. If you are this Virgin, you probably know a lot about the relationship between brave men and demon kings. It would be a good thing if we could confirm the difference between where Kimoronge snorted and where the public squeaked.

Let me step in, let me step in.

"I wish I could ask you about the previous Demon King."

"... the previous demon king, is it?

"Yes."

The strength of the former Demon King, glimpsed in the school city, was unusual.

What is humanity going to do when the same thing shows up?

"Many of you will know then when it comes to jihad ahead. There are also rumours and sorts of whining in Shirai. That was, in fact, quite accurate, and I don't think the facts I know are so different. So if you don't mind, please visit us for anything."

"I see, in that sense, as you can see, I was exotic and somewhat neglected the topic of that hand. Unfortunately, we don't even know how the brave men of our predecessors defeated the demon kings of our predecessors."

"Is that what you mean? Then let's talk about it in detail."

"Thank you"

Let us correct our abode and pretend not to be schooled.

Too bad Kimoronge isn't present.

"The previous Demon King manifested himself on a dark continent. This is all about a hundred years ago now. The Virgin of the time will count from me four generations ago. It was also the Virgin of the time who made the prophecy, and the brave man who appeared with his guidance discussed it."

A tone that showed a slight change from the previous one. Is it a strictly warm tone to make the faithful gathered beneath themselves hear what faith is, worthy of the title of the Virgin, which is proud of its religious statehood? Despite the young girl, it's quite a storytelling in the hall.

The soy sauce face listens silently.

"The brave men of earlier generations were from the land of the border and followed the guidance of the Virgin from the nameless Cold Village, visiting here in the Grand Holy Country. In the records of that time, the Virgin said she welcomed this herself. And we met some of the best people in the world, and we went on a crusade for the Demon King together."

It doesn't look like you let the numbers say things and push them down with the quantity.

He would be a few elite.

Because the human body is much more likely to have a world view than modern Japan, or the presence of magic can help this. In retrospect, even in modern society, the arms race was one thousand at the tip of the epidemic. I guess the Shizuku Brave and his party are a living weapon treatment for voters.

"I say the journey was long and arduous. The brave traveled the world with his companions to gather information about the resurrection of the Demon King. So a few years later, we finally reached the castle of the Demon King and defeated the already predecessors of the fierce battle."

But it's like an irregular story.

Didn't you have a little more room or something?

Lorigon's life over the past few months has been more ups and downs.

"They still have legends in the area where the brave traveled to honor it. There are many materials for the brave and demonic kings of previous generations, not just the brave ones, but also the brave and demonic kings of each generation, so if you're curious, I'll guide you."

"I see."

"Do you have any questions? I'll answer anything you can."

In summary, swords and magical fantasies.

From a microscopic point of view, there may be a variety of human dramas like getting punched in the chest and developments that draw interest. But from what I'm talking about, I can't see them either.

"Do you know the names of the previous demon kings, etc?

"Don't you even know the name of the Demon King?

The Virgin who looks terribly surprised.

Apparently, it's a common sense area in this world.

"Shame on you, it's a terrible country out..."

"... Really?"

Since I lived in the Penny Empire, where the Demon King damage was not so serious, I didn't even get a chance to hear about it. I feel that Estelle's home was far more feared by the public when compared to you.

"The name of the previous Demon King is Roast. It boasts of its magic to the point of horror and is also told that it destroyed the great armies of mankind with a wave of its arms. It is said that the brave men of previous generations used treasures and mochas to seal the magic of the Demon King to fight the final battle."

"I see."

Finally, the clouds are getting suspicious.

It's completely different from what we understand here, Demon King.

There is no contradiction if the status is bugging or if the notation with the former demon king refers to it before the previous generation, from previous generation to previous generation. However, if you recall your interactions with Kimoronge, places like questioning boulders.

"I am very afraid of this, but may I ask you to give me your name in relation to the demon kings of our past generations? I thought it would be rude not to know the fold that was going to be carried with the people of the Great Holy Nation."

"Yes, if that's the case, let me tell you. The demon kings of the earlier generations will be Muniel, sautéed before him, Poiret three generations ago, and Erin five generations ago. They were all a thousand vicious demon kings on one horse. It is no exaggeration to call it not only the enemy of mankind, but of the world."

"I see."

The name of the former Demon King that I have confirmed is Mr. Erin. Kimoronge said he was a fierce demon king of his predecessors five hundred years ago. Assuming the Great Holy Nation complained that the Demon King was repeatedly entering and exiting in a centenary cycle, it would coincide with the Demon King five generations ago.

On the other hand, consider the existence of a demon king from the perspective of mankind.

Something vicious enough from us to seem like a demon king appears somewhere in about a hundred-year cycle. If you captured that coincidence in the framework of the Demon King, it is never an unlikely story. There is a good chance that people will certify a little strong demonic thumbing as Demon King.

Given the difference in status between people and demons, even Kimoronge is a demon king enough.

Even in modern Japan, when we framed this and the organism from a human point of view, we analyzed the gene later, and it was a creature that followed a completely different evolution from the previously categorized range, and so on.

Again, it's no wonder the Demon King is being treated like that in this world.

There is also a difference between what Kimoronge claims.

However, then I settle down to what happens to the announcement of the Grand Holy Domestic.

…………

At least the fact that God is giving it to me is a dout.

There will probably be an announcement creation committee gathering at ten to eighty-nine.

I'm sure a series of businesses around the brave and demon kings is a reasonably delicious story for the Great Holy Nation. Otherwise, it would seem unlikely that it would taste good to take risks in relations with other countries. If I recall, our majesty is also a donation. I lamented that it was a burden.

As a result, the Demon King is resurrected once every hundred years.

Ooh, I think I see it somehow.

"Is there anything else?

"Right......"

However, it is still the fifth generation of demon kings that bothers me.

The guy who counted in the school city was overwhelming.

I wonder how good the brave party was five generations ago with the Great Holy Nation Conversion. I don't feel like I can win, even if I work with Lorigon, Gogol, and Kimorongue. Even halfway through a chimeric body. If it had been accompanied by a people-like intelligence, it would be horrible to just think.

"I'd like to ask you about the demon king five generations ago."

"Yes, what is it?

"How did the brave man defeat the Demon King at the time?

"... right"

Honestly, I couldn't imagine.

Was there something most powerful magical?

"You need to fish for books in the big library for more information. However, as far as I can tell, the Virgin, who followed the valiant and acted together as a party at the time, was defeated by the great magic that she unleashed in exchange for her own life."

"I see."

Holy Virgin, that's amazing.

"Five generations ago, the Brave Party seemed to have forced a tremendous struggle, and to unleash that blow, we have a record that everyone we were traveling with lost their lives. Fortunately, at the time, the Virgin returned to the Grand Holy Land, alive and at stake."

"Then the Virgin was the only one who came home alive at the time?

"Yes, you will."

"What a tough fight it was again."

"Yeah, that's how it goes on the record."

The Virgin of the time seems to be the most powerful legend.

If you think of the power that the modern Great Holy Nation is proud of, you don't know, it's the end. Even His Majesty the Penny Empire, who is silly and has an extremely hard purse string, moves at the tip of his mouth. Virgin situation yesterday. That and this would mean the hard work of the Virgin five generations ago and the gift that the country's blameworthy brave men and demon king Push could have made since. It is the birth of a common power.

"Oh, come on."

Whoa, I came here and Dr. Editor called.

I wonder what it is.

"What's wrong? Editor."

"... no, that, what"

Something's wrong with the teacher.

I wonder what it is.

He has that look that he spoke so much about. But somewhere backwards. I squeezed my courage and opened my mouth, but I gave up on the way and it was painful. You have such a complicated facial arts.

And speaking of where I eventually settled down...

"I knew it, hey, nothing..."

"Are you sure? If you have any doubts."

"It's all right! No doubt about it! It's okay, it's okay! Never mind!?

"Really? I hope so."

I'm not sure, but I can ask you any more because he claims he doesn't mind. Maybe you can take the time to tell me. It seems like a good idea to wait very long for the time to come.

The soy sauce face is even one way to thank the Virgin for taking up the occasion.

"Thank you. I've made a lot of progress."

"Really? I hope it helped."

But then will the contemporary Virgin also be quite strong?

Enough to defeat, for example, the former Demon King who counted in the school city.

Shit.

That's exciting.

I want to be raped backwards by a saint-o-manco. Greed increases.

I knew if you were a man, you'd be riding.

Mr. Status Window, please.

Name: Eid S. Hermes

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Level: 373

Job: Virgin

HP: 13110/13110

MP: 106150/106740

STR: 7010

VIT: 8655

DEX: 91204

AGI: 6871

INT: 100559

LUC: 15420

Again, this is a lot of stuff.

I feel like the ghostly monsters I met on the Dark Continent were in this kind of status. Blah, blah, blah, blah. I feel it's more efficient to get this Virgin out of here than the current brave party.

I'm sure we'll have a good game alone with the Brave Party in the West.

If you're about Dr. Editor, you're a wanker.

"Is something on my face?

"No, that's not true"

I take a serious look at that figure.

To the extent that she meets herself, she is humanity's strongest. The title of Virgin is not Dade. Maybe she's really a representative of one country, not a decoration or anything. The value that just makes you think so is lining up with the rash.

"This is just how I talked to you, and I was surprised by that sophisticated narrative. You don't work for Dada as a representative of the Grand Holy Nation. I'm impressed. As soon as we understand why the Virgin of our time is loved by so many people."

"... me?

"Yes."

"No, the Virgin. She's holding me back, but I'm only a half-aged daughter."

Is it humble?

Let's keep one yoisho here. The opponent is the head of a religious nation that globally favours width. If you have a good impression, it is also a beneficial story for future soy sauce-faced activities. And more importantly, the female body in front of her is erotically cute. There is no resistance to doing all that.

"Is it? It seems to me that the Virgin will accomplish great things in the future."

"Big thing, is it?

"That's all the potential I felt for the Virgin. I apologize for saying that a baron style has passed. But from the first glance, I felt something like this with the others."

"... Really?

"Yes, definitely"

It stinks a little too much, but that would be okay.

This kind of thing is in good shape enough to overdo a little bit.

That's how the time for a meal with the Virgin passed.

By the way, she just finished eating the same menu as us, introducing a nun who said she was a guide. No, she was heading back to her own mansion. This makes me quite busy. It's about the person.

After the meal, I plan to take a tour of the Grand Holy Nation across a small pause.

Isn't it extremely well, our Grand Holy Nation Tourism?

Maybe I'm finally visiting, the one called The Age of Virginity.

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[Sophia perspective]

It's better not to do anything you're not used to.

I'm lost.

…………

Beyond the inn in the middle of the night, wandering the city. I was trying to find Mr. Elf, but he didn't seem to be aware of his location. There is a sun rising in the sky. However, no matter how much you walk, you don't see a memorable view.

It's the end of my luck that I didn't remember the name of the inn.

I totally lost my way.

"... what shall we do? You're sleepy."

Walking was walking in a neighborhood that didn't resemble the downtown area where you took the lodging. More and more buildings will gradually be in good shape. On the boulder. Doubts flow through the back of your brain that you may not know for a few times if this is better turned back.

Shortly afterwards, there was a carriage coming in more ragged and noisy than behind me.

If you are a carriage going through the neighborhood, you also deserve the identity of those who appear. Jumping aside in a great panic, I do it with my head down beside me. I look like a maid when I think of it, and it's a dead and alive issue when I stand out poorly.

I look at and think about the carriage that leaves me step by step.

After a few moments of progress, it went from the road to the site and into the interior of a large gate. While the lattice opens and closes, the glimpses are of a large, well-maintained garden and a mansion sitting ahead.

It was a very large mansion. Even if the gate is closed, you can peer over the hedge to the upper floor. This building is also remarkably large in this neighborhood and has a very majestic atmosphere. If you do it and it features a pointed roof.

…………

You want to live in a place like this and live without any freedom.

I can't help wishing that. It's a mansion.

Nature and walking move, beneath the vanishing gates of the carriage this way. I was physically and mentally exhausted because I was walking all night. My head didn't work busily, so I guess that's why I walked over so I could fumble and suck it up to your mansion.

…………

How are Mr. Dragon and Mr. Gogol here?

I've bothered you both.

I'm going to help, but isn't this complete luggage?

If we don't at least find out where Mr. Tanaka is, we can't face you both. I'm sleepy and tired, and my head doesn't move properly. I want to take a warm bath and sleep in a fuzzy futon.

If this is the case, I shouldn't have asked you to want to go to the capital.

Dragon City, it was very comfortable.

"... Tanaka, where are you?"

He also helped with strange tensions all night long and stood rough in front of the gate, looking at the stupidity and what was happening on the property. I also say I'm tired of walking. Look at the splendid mansion at the end of the metal lattice, which would be set inside it. This is paranoid.

…………

I want to take a bath.

I want to sleep in bed.

It was about the right time when I was finally about to be frustrated.

I accidentally heard a voice from behind.

"Don't skip out on me like that, just get back to work!

"Huh?"

Looking back, there was a woman in a maid right behind her.

Around mid twenties when I was a year? Brown hair cut off enough to hang on the shoulder and eyes of the same color. I'm the one who doesn't have any characteristics when it comes to this. He seemed to be a maid of honor for quite a while and had several small cuts on his rough fingertips for water work.

Is it home from shopping? We have a large bag in both hands.

"You don't look sober! Look, it works properly!

"Wow, is that me?

"Who else is there besides you?"

"... ah"

I look like a maid again now, if I recall.

You must have mistaken me for that.

Definitely.

"Look! Just..."

A maid of honor who took a step forward.

That look crept away and distorted it as something even more grumpy.

"... you stink. Wipe your body before you go back to work. All right?

…………

I fully understand what she says. You can dress like you are now ever since you attended a dinner party hosted by Micah. I haven't even changed my underwear. Honestly, I'm in a pretty unhygienic condition.

I am shocked, however, when they say it face to face.

"Um, I..."

"I'm not going to answer that one! I work for my salary!

"Oh, hey..."

My back is pushed gooey.

The destination of the eviction is ahead of the carriage that went this way.

There was no respite that I was explaining.

They brought me inside the mansion with or without it.