Fairy Tale Chronicles

1. Evacuation life in the castle of God

"Everyone. I'm sorry, but I want you to stay here until Waldis calms down."

The day the all-out war with Waldis began. Angelica, who brought the hidden villagers and evacuees to the castle of God, bowed her head as she said so in the corner lined with fine houses there.

"Keep your head up!

"Yes, Master Angelica!

To Angelica, who bows his head deeply, the refugees say so in great haste. Being able to bow your head to a thankful and beloved guardian from day to day is not about being uncomfortable.

In the first place, it is only natural to take refuge in what appears to be a suspicious current situation, a safe haven. I'm also moving permanently, and I don't have the muscles to keep my head down.

"So, Master Angelica. What is this place?

"It's a castle that moves through the sky, owned by the Azma Workshop. Most likely, the castle itself has just been activated and is not fully operational."

To Angelica's words, villagers looking over the surrounding facilities. In their sight, besides the splendid houses there that will probably be assigned to them, a huge castle and, if done, a large, luxurious and massive building that looks like the heart of the land.

Turn around, you don't really know what the purpose is, only a two-story building has a large, strange architectural style.

And while that's happening, across that building, there suddenly appears a building with such expressions as hospitals and clinics. This is quite a scale again.

"Um..."

"Apparently, we have a clinic for the future."

Angelica calms the inhabitants who were about to panic about the sudden events with an attitude that did not even show any surprise bareback.

"Nevertheless, since I was able to do that now, it would be too early to get it up and running."

"If I can't run it right now, I wish I had made it when I was ready to run it..."

"Whatever else, I can't even say that about the clinic. Besides, even if I say it's not running, I can only provide the services that I plan to provide, and I can't use them at all. As for the buildings that have something to do with us…, yes. I can't use the dining room or anything, but I can always use the bath and massage chair."

"If you do that, is it a big weird building, a bath?

"Mm-hmm. Hot springs. It's just a luxurious bath. Once you've put your stuff in your assigned house, you just have to come in once."

Villagers nodding with vague expressions as they neck Angelica's words. By order of Hendrick and Angelica, there was also a joint bathing area in the village. So the villagers also know the bath itself. I know, but it wasn't that huge, so it didn't come pinned.

It should be noted that Angelica has obtained proper permission from Honda for bathing in the villagers' hot springs. Even for Hongda, I would be happy to use the bath alone because it is a facility that I can build but no one uses as it stands. So I rather ask Angelica to let me use it more and more.

"And I have been told by the Lord here to ask everyone to help me. It's not compulsory, it's fine to the best of your ability, so you don't have to do that."

"What is it?

"For the convenience that Waldis has already attacked, it is inevitable that a massive war will begin in Marcto. We're supposed to treat the wounded out of that war here, but as we can see from the fact that the majority of the facilities are not functioning properly, we're understaffed."

"So you're saying you can help with the treatment?

"Mm-hmm. I'm not saying I can't, and what I do is basically to the point of letting them drink potions and bring them into bed, and in some cases helping them get dressed, etc. but you can't leave it all to the clumsy doll server."

"If that's all you need, I'll help you as much as I can"

Hear Angelica's explanation, watch everyone's face all the time, and then the delegates answer that. There seems to be an awareness among them that it is normal to listen to the owner's request because he rents a place.

Thus, the face of the hiding place assumed the treatment assistance of the wounded.

That night.

"Is this the hot spring..."

"That's a big bath..."

Strange architectural buildings In the large baths of the day spa facility, there were hidden residents who quickly came to see what a spa was.

"Hmm, you're washing your body over here."

"Still, you have a big washing area..."

"This liquid, is that soap?

Men who follow the directions and start washing their bodies each while confused by the way they see it for the first time, that and everything in a very large bath. In the meantime, the cultural shock is still a glimpse...

"Wow! I twisted like this handle and the water came out!!

"Water? This one's got water..."

"Ha!? … I see, can you adjust the temperature with this handle"

"This liquid is amazing. If I flushed the bubbles, the dirt would have fallen all at once."

Men who manage to wash their entire bodies and take a bath, even though they are amazed at how many ultra-technical things are too convenient to follow. The comfort of it makes an unexpected strange voice.

"" "" "Va to…" "" "

Men who accidentally look at each other for the too subtlety of a leaked voice. But that's also a matter of seconds. It quickly becomes irrelevant to hot springs containing a large number of healing ingredients at a reasonable temperature.

"A big bath would be nice..."

"The bath inside, it's not that big..."

Men who indulge in a bath while stretching out their hands and feet as much as they want. The alarm that it is going to be too healing and corrupt has already melted away with fatigue.

In the end, the day ended when both men and women enjoyed the hot springs until they were able to climb up, eating damned milk and massage chairs of all kinds bathed and completely captivated by the hot springs.

And time flies and the Waldis battle is over. One day.

"I'll say goodbye to you soon..."

"I was about to miss home, but I don't want to leave the hot springs as much, this complicated feeling..."

The time is yet to be determined, and it's time to go back to hiding. The residents in the back who were asked about the decision were leaking complicated feelings.

The comfort of the hot springs themselves, but their interaction with those who had borrowed from the castle as well, was also a reason for wanting to stay away from the day spas.

Helping with treatment during the war was a very tough job both physically and mentally. That's for sure. Many soldiers took their breath out of treatment in time. But that's why I spare my days of making noise with delicious rice and booze along with the soldiers who helped me, and all the connections I got from it.

I hope there is no war or anything else, and nursing a soldier who has taken his breath away without merit of treatment is not something that anyone can get used to going through. If the same thing happened I would definitely go ahead and help with the treatment, but I'm not willing to want the same thing to happen at all.

But apart from that, the days of sharing joy and sorrow in those hot springs with the soldiers who had dived through the dead line and with the backward support personnel from various areas had been unforgettable and difficult memories for the people in hiding.

God's Castle's day spa facility went beyond mere entertainment and created a new community.

"Every day, you don't say what luxury, so you want to come here again..."

"Right..."

A man who agrees from the bottom of his heart with a woman named Smudge as she remembers the days when there were hot springs.

It's perfectly war-related to come here, but I want an opportunity to grab a hot spring here again in a way that's like a reunion and make a scene at a banquet.

While we proceeded with the clean-up to get back inside, the feelings of the hiding people were one.

"Piggy."

"Right. Do you miss me too..."

"Piggy Piggy"

Team potato bugs, who were helping dispose of things they couldn't take home, also rattle to spare their farewell to the people inside.

Farmers, it's also a potato worm that can be considered a natural enemy, especially for those who make leafy vegetables, but for some reason, the potato worms here don't give a little bit to crops when they eat weeds. And even to listen carefully to what people had to say, I was totally close to the people inside.

"If you'll forgive me, I'd like to take one or two of these kids home..."

"Exactly, they're out of hand in our midst, so I'm sorry, but I want them to give up."

"Right ~"

The woman in the back lowers the potato worm to the ground who unfortunately twisted to Angelica's words as she came to see how she was getting ready to move.

I somehow knew that the wit and nostalgia of these taro worms was because they were born and raised in this castle. So even unfortunately, I am not particularly dissatisfied.

"But instead of that, I was supposed to get tickets ready to come here to the hot springs. A few times a year, but this does not mean."

"Is it true!?

"Mm-hmm. I'm basically going to distribute it at milestone events like the new year and the harvest festival, but also as a reward for celebrations and something like marriage and childbirth. You can decide when you want to use the tickets you've been given, whatever you want."

The words echo all together from the things inside.

Thereafter, day spa trips by hot spring tickets began to take place not only in this hiding place, but also in various regions, at the end of the day, from different worlds, and the community of day spa facilities grew ever larger.

2. Burst and Waitaro Honeymoon Days

"This guy is here..."

A burst, taken back to Wyburn's nest hole and hidden in a gap, crumbles small without showing any particular trouble. In front of him, Wyburn, a belly-up child, was looking for a prey that disappeared with a cuckoo and a surprisingly adorable squeal.

The kid is surprisingly adorable to say vicious Wyburn, but it doesn't change how cute he is to be a powerful warcraft.

Even the most powerful Assassin in the class, Burst, in some cases, gets eaten to death.

It should be noted that Wyburn, the male who brought home this perverted assassin, is currently on the go to procure other food.

"Still, I'm living a barren life, these guys..."

Burst looking at Wyburn, the three children in front of him, and his mother, Wyburn, behind him, with a reluctant face under his mask that his diet is obviously out on his body. Regardless of the male, it is an intolerable sight for Burst to call herself a servant of every woman that the female looks immortal and saggy.

As a matter of fact, Wyburn is an omnivore. Even though the main meal is meat, you don't just have to eat meat.

As a burst, I have to do more instruction around it than have females in my kids, but unfortunately, the other guy is Wyburn. Not as good as when someone was summoning me and manipulating me all I wanted, but it's still impossible to communicate with me at the moment.

"I want to fix it...... I want to make it super neat..."

The Wyverns will definitely be attractive just to mess with a little bit. Burst begins to seriously worry about the fact that he is somehow unable to communicate with himself in such a matter of questioning his existential significance.

In this case, it's useless to make such a common sense penetration that no one wants Assassin to have such an existential significance in terms of beauty, or that there is not so much demand for an attractive Wyburn in terms of beauty in the first place.

Nevertheless, I want to communicate my intentions somehow. A burst that rotates the brain fully to squeeze the missing wisdom to its limits, with great care not to leak any signs.

Naturally, it wouldn't be a lot of things if we turned our consciousness to that in places that are supposed to be dead places.

Burst, who was thinking extra, just got his eye on the male who came home.

"Shit! I missed!!

A burst of gloriously tongue-in-cheek whilst nagging the attacking Wyburn. It hurts more that Wyburn didn't come up with the means to communicate with them willingly than he found them.

At the time of originally becoming Assassin, Burst has been able to disappear with fear of death and so on. Nor is there any mission at the moment where Burst dies and fails.

So as a burst, it's much more important how we get along with Wyburn in front of us, who is somewhat sure he's going to be able to communicate with us than trivial things like he might die.

"... right. Do you want to learn from your Buddha?"

A burst of whining so with a serious voice, whining about the attacks of the Wyburns.

Both Burst and this Wyburn kept getting their general sentiments when they were fighting at the base camp near the Unicorn Forest.

Besides, the cut that Burst was exposed to here is that Wyburn, who was scaffolding, was shot down with a Buddhist beam. In other words, Burst will be receiving the nearest bullet of the Buddhist beam.

Neither did Wyburn, who brought the burst, eat it only directly, but many times the nearest bullet of the Buddhist beam has been received, and the conditions around it are not so different from those of the burst.

As for Wyburn, it may be possible to communicate with your Buddha's teachings if you also consider the oddly low amount of temper.

Betting on the possibility, he clapped without the female Wyburn who had penetrated him, and Burst closed his eyes and began to read the scriptures seriously.

"Morale, Boromir, Sutra."

Wyburn and the others stop moving in a harsh voice that sounds like a sound and doesn't seem like a pervert.

A burst of light and strictly youthful reading without any concern for the reaction of the Wyburns. Around halfway through the period, changes that were twitching under the water appear on the table all at once.

"The ears, the nose, the tongue, the body, the colorless voice, the fragrance, the touch, the eye, even."

The burst began to glow golden as the scriptures were read, and instantly it became so hard to see directly.

It will probably be a miracle that Burst himself was a pervert who reached the level of enlightenment and paper, and that he bathed in large quantities in a short period of time, such as Buddhist beams and choruses of general and young minds, and, above all, that he sincerely confronted the teachings of his Buddha.

The miracle calls for further miracles.

"It's a great spell. It's a great spell. It's a great spell.

Oh, my God, Wyburn, who shouldn't be able to talk about the words of the structural superior of his mouth, began to speak of his general sentiment as he burst.

At this time, a firm bond arose between one person and another, and the bond carried out further miracles, finally giving up a certain amount of anger and subjugating the Wyburns to the Buddha Gate.

And, although it is a beautiful and beautiful miracle if you just look at how it went so far, there was one major problem.

Yes, it's burst outfit.

Although it is not his responsibility, the current burst is almost bare in his upper body due to Wyburn's saliva. That, too, doesn't just take it off, it keeps the clothes intact that were hit by saliva with the intact mask on and trashed alike, making it a cuter outfit than being poorly naked.

The burst glowed golden. Just because that light was sacred and harsh, the squeamish and perverse appearance of the body was amplified with horrible momentum, reaching a level that could not be looked at directly in a different sense.

Even though I didn't do anything else that would be a problem except for the outfit, if it were in Japan, they would definitely have called the police indoors as well.

Assuming there were residents of this world, Burst gained the means of communicating with Wyburn in his memorial under the sight that Buddhism might be treated as a cult.

"You finally get it, My Brother!

"Kuku!"

"Well, what can I call you?

"Cuckoo!"

"Right. Then you're Waitaro from today!

"Que ~!!"

Waitaro gets his name from Burst and is thrilled. I don't even notice that extremely unfortunate sense of naming because of Wyburn.

Code name burst. Perverted Assassin transformed almost all greed and troubles unrelated to life support, including lust, into a desire to maintain and promote women's beauty and health. Various things, including naming sense, along with greed and troubles, had also translated into the pursuit of beauty and health.

"All right! Well, then, Waimei, Wai-ka! As a beauty Wyburn who's not ashamed to let you guys out anywhere, I'm going to brush you up thoroughly!

"" Que ~!! "

Wyburn's mother and daughter summon a delightful voice in Burst's proclamation. Thus began the burst's new challenge of polishing Wyburn beautifully.

"Well, I asked you to do exactly what you were supposed to do!

"Que!"

Then about a month or so. A burst completely familiar with the environment was still snorting at food procurement today and with Waitaro.

Exactly. Wyburn just lives normally, and the creatures around here are so always this guy is horribly powerful. Even the poorer the vegetables, the more they feed on the hellhound class, no matter how burst and Waitaro combine, they can't be called easy wins.

I've been in this harsh environment for a month, so Burst's outfit is in an increasingly perverse state. Unlike weapons, there's no way they last longer in such harsh environments as Assassin's clothing, which tends to be a top priority when you can't get a leg and cheap.

"All right, target confirmed!

Humans and Wyburn, the specialty vegetables of the area that can be eaten by both sides, are put into view, and the burst measures the timing of the surprise attack.

Though leafy vegetables, they are ten metres over plant monsters, so if you don't finish them carefully and with a single blow, the rest is troublesome.

Fortunately, the burst Qatar is equipped with a sickle blade mode that works well for plant-based monsters. Relatively small bursts can also be harvested in one shot by mowing the roots with one blow.

For the record, this Qatar with Burst is an Epic drop item obtained in the hard mode of the Assassin Tiger Hole, a special dungeon owned and concealed by the Marc Assassin Guild. Apart from the weapons produced in the Azma workshop, they perform at their peak in this world and, like the flesh of masks and bursts, do not wear out in any way to the extent of Wyburn's saliva.

To maximize the performance of such bursts and Qatar, Waitaro flies around on vegetables in a deliberate hunt for prey.

The leaves were stretched wide on Waitaro's provocation, and they were pruned in an instant by a burst that completely turned down the signs.

"All right, I'll get some more supper, then I'll go home and finish up the Wymes."

"Kuku!"

In accordance with Burst's proclamation, large quantities of various local ingredients are tailored, such as parasitic grains that even seedbed vegetables and wyburns that come to suck blood, and dangerous insects that can get good oil from the powerful grass-fed beasts that feed them.

An hour later, dozens of Wyburns besides the Waitaro family waited now or now for the return of Burst and Waitaro, who succeeded in procuring portions of hardship just to carry them, and who willingly returned to their nest holes, before each procured prey.

"Whoa, that's quite an accomplishment today. Then let's make a meal that's delicious and perfect for beauty and wellbeing."

Wearing an apron that was forcibly made up of huge leaves that did not become an ingredient that was growing in the near field, bursts of cooking arms for today and for the cute Wyburns. The Wyburns cheer me on the look of it.

No longer were the Wyburns and Burst as familiar as whoever saw them as one and the same.

It should be noted that the fact that the man Assassin is in a bread apron would be happier for everyone to leave it gently. Even if the apron is shaped to recall a word like "Saab Bo" or something like that, it is absurd to call it an apron.

"Add the stir-fried meat to the vegetables simmered enough with the bones, add the mushrooms to the salt and simmer further, all the way..."

A burst that adds ingredients to the extra-large pans made by Waitaro and the others in cooperation, adding various seasonings, including homemade cooking liquor, to taste. All of this is one thing now in terms of quality, as it is a homemade condiment forcefully made in the absence of equipment.

In the first place, however, it was an anomaly in itself to be able to procure even condiments on its own in this environment, and there was no room for bursts to stick to its quality. I feel that there is something absurd about it, but I still decided not to say much about luxury because Waitaro's skin gloss, health, and growth level are out of step.

Burst starts making lotions to apply to the female Wyburns until the main dish of the day is complete. It is an arm that can only make grade 5 potions, but only cosmetics, seasonings, healthy foods, etc. can make something that is close to grade 3 in performance and quality.

Perhaps the only human beings in this world who can make anything more than this will be Hong and Mio, with the exception of Burst. And when you become a person who has historically formulated it to be lotion or emulsion for Wyburn, you don't exist as anyone but Burst.

It is a great feat in a sense, but it is a burst of bursts around that perhaps no one will respect.

"Well, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, but it feels like it's time to go back to people, brother"

"Que ~ …"

The conditioning of the lotion is over, and then once the cold stew is boiled back, it will be over, and Burst tells Waitaro and the others that in a serious voice.

Perhaps he would have been somewhat prepared. The Waitaro and the others unfortunately leak the chirping with regret.

"Don't say that. Your brother can use metastatic magic, and once you get back and even know exactly where you are right now, he'll come back to see you."

"QUEEEEEEEEEE!"

"It would help if you did, but it wouldn't be risky for you guys to come near people for your brother, would it?

"Kuku ~!"

"Well, if that's all you have to say, why don't you send it to me generously and sweetly"

"Que!"

The Waitaro family speaks out with real pleasure to Burst, who agreed to the offer to send it. Apparently, they're sending me home for a ride.

"Then it is time to put the fire in, and before you do, raise your thanks to the Buddha and the ingredients"

"" "" "Que!

Wyburns stretch their spines and raise their voices simultaneously to the words of Burst. Except that I'm eating carnivores, I can see that I'm steadily deepening Buddha's teachings.

Thus, Burst spent his last night with Holly Wyburn and the others. After this, it shocks the rest of the world in many ways and creates yet another inspiration for a new race called Holly Wyburn to be accepted by human society, but that is yet another story.