Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Morning, Makoto"

"Morning, Kay."

"Was it from today?

"Yes."

On the day of the opening of the store, a close-knit classmate speaks to Makoto, who went to school to take a lecture. A red-haired human female named Kay, a servant in an aristocratic house. The reason I am purposefully coming to school to learn magic on a short course is simple, an order from my employer. There are quite a few people like her who are commanded by their employers to come and rotate and learn only the foundations of magic.

"My chef told me to scout for cream bread and grilled noodle bread."

"Perhaps Lupheus cuisine with a flavour that feels like it's no longer possible or necessary will be the main dish?

"That's okay. It's the widest way to say it without possibility or impossibility."

Kay argues in the face that you don't understand what True Harp is saying.

"So, the truth is, how's it going?

"Well, it's basically just a lot of dishes I've thought about serving quickly, so I'm just tailoring the flavoring to Rufeus, and I feel like I'm just about to be eaten in any country. They have a recipe set so that the people they hire can make it all at once in a short time, so it doesn't seem like there's any reason why it's such a delicious dish as we always eat."

"Oh well. Well, still, I think it's far more than that dish that even feels malicious about learning to eat here."

"Isn't it pretty inappropriate as a comparison criterion because you can compete even with the way you eat salted meat as it is?

To the penetration of the true harp, Kay spills a bitter laugh. If it's this bad, the ten or twenty of ordinary pleadings are supposed to arrive at leisure, but for whatever reason, they won't get a single copy to the Dean of the College or the management meeting. It's a lot of fright at that point, but they can't grasp the evidence that someone is gripping, and the opinions of college directors and professors' unions alone can't handle abuse of power and get through reform.

Normally, it is a kind of learning food that no one is going into anymore, but because the number of students living in student dormitories accounts for nearly 70%, the option of not relying on learning food is difficult in an environment where there are only restaurants, rather than grocery stores, that exist in the vicinity. I've been totally seen on my feet for the reason I said that, and I've allowed the cooks to do whatever they want.

Most importantly, there is no reason for such evil to continue, and thanks to various kinds of vegetable bread that have recently begun to be sold in purchasing, the customer foot has fallen to its former two-fifths. Two-fifths remain, simply because there are people flowing over there who have lost their battles in purchasing and are unable to obtain vegetable bread.

"Whatever it takes, I'd appreciate it in many ways to have an affordable dining room with a decent menu. We're not the only people who can get lunch ready, like us, and we're not sure we can make lunch every day."

"Really. Oh, yeah, I forgot."

"What?"

"I'm done making a new book, so take it"

"Wow! I've been waiting!!

Kay cheers for a word of true harp and happily receives a book on the cover staring at each other by two damned men. They say the content is for intermediates by true harp standards, and it's almost too late to step in so far. It's a book I can distribute to my classmates because I don't have Lime in practical time from now on.

"I've already made a new one."

"Let me read it to you later."

"Makoto, don't just paint that, and paint the rest of Spring Vegetables, Good luck."

A classmate gathers straw in a cartoon prepared by True Harp.

"Spring Vegetables and the Azma Workshop will keep bringing it tomorrow, so wait a little longer"

"Really? Promise?

"Yep. It was this way today because it's convenient to book"

A slightly suspicious gaze concentrates on Makoto's excuse for telling each of them while giving them another cover book. It is true that bookmaking is convenient as a real problem, but it seems subtly guilty because I prioritized a hobby book simply because I can make three copies if I make ten copies, weighing the number of pages and the amount of paper left.

"Yeah, it's a corner, so go eat at our store today and tell me what you think later, honestly."

"Of course."

"I'll let you go relentlessly, so be prepared"

"It's not me, it's our cook and employees who are prepared."

It was a facade of short-term classes that wasted until the beginning of classes with ease, etc.

Same time zone, big library.

"I've been waiting for you"

"Is Mr. Sasha in charge today?

"No, the representative of the Azma Workshop asked Daljan to come and take his place."

Daljan witch Sasha shows up and greets Tatsuya before Hiroshi, who has become a dungeon offense in the library since today.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Sasha, and I am concurrently serving as the witch of Dear Daljan and the secretary of the Great Library. Best regards,"

"Thank you very much for this. I say Donghong. Regards."

I get caught up in Sasha introducing herself, and she bows her head with a snack. Sasha's gaze at such a macro is somewhat demonic.

"... what do you want on my face?

"No. I thought it was strange to meet someone with my ideal appearance in this way."

"Huh?"

Hiroya and Tatsuya froze unexpectedly at Sasha's words, who said nowhere. Even if there are examples of women falling in love when they are making things or when they continue to stand in front of their enemies and take attacks on them, it is the first experience to be seen at a glance in appearance.

"... somehow, Sasha's taste is a bad hobby..."

"You don't have to worry about your language to me. Please, call me Sasha and treat me with the usual language."

"No, no, no!

This is how a macro wields his neck desperately from left to right as he accidentally pulls with all his might to Sasha's words as if they were strangely floating in heat.

"So, Mr. Sasha. Can you tell me what this guy looks like?

"It doesn't matter, you're one of us, but you don't get it?

"To be honest, I didn't think it was attractive to look at, but it was a perception that it was of a different quality than attraction for young women like you. There are several women who have fallen in love with this guy before, but I don't think it's a mistake to recognize him because he didn't look like all of them."

I agree with Tatsuya's words with a bitter smile. I am aware that even if my face is wrong, I will never be classified as handsome, so I have nothing in particular to think of in this assessment of Tatsuya.

As a matter of fact, Hiroshi is certainly handsome to the first woman she meets. She doesn't seem to be regarded as handsome, but if she doesn't have any appeal at all, that's not true. At least it doesn't look uncomfortable to the viewer, and if you put on a good skilled photographer and stylist, it's in order to the extent that you can usually take pictures as a refreshing favorite person without having to correct it with makeup, etc.

In other words, aside from the weakness that anything is oddly dull, it is the appearance of the macro that there are no elements that are particularly repelled by women. Perhaps if there were a slightly more suitable type of clothing, at first sight it would not have been possible but for the appearance of a woman to come out denying her right to life. That's how normal it looks.

"I particularly prefer the contrast between its powerful eyebrows and unexpected and sharp chin lines and its soft expression, but also its atmosphere, which is not suitable for that body or floating fashion that has been forged by stoic"

A direct translation of Sasha's words would mean that her face simply prefers parts, otherwise she would prefer to be dull in fashionable outfits. The thing that I prefer to be dull when fashionable is that it is also a common element in some ways with spring vegetables, aeris, alchem, etc. that appreciate the fact that work clothes are on the board.

"... I have trouble deciding whether to be praised or denigrated..."

"Well, I don't like guys with chalky clothes on their boards, because there are quite a few women if they're older, and no woman says they're better off futsumen than handsome..."

Hiroshi and Tatsuya whisper with a subtle face to Sasha's appreciation and hard preferences. That said, as for Tatsuya's side, Sasha's preferences are not within his grasp either.

It's a story common to both men and women, but as they get older and experience more, the weights whose appearance accounts for their preferences as partners come down. And everyone admits that a good man, a good woman, tends not to weigh much on her appearance regardless of her percentage and age.

Most of all, the attractive content chosen by such a person makes his or her appearance less attractive as he or she goes out with wonder, or usually his or her appearance less attractive from the beginning.

Although it is an unexpected line considering Sasha's preference, which is still about the same age as spring vegetables or slightly above, from Tatsuya, who has been quite out in society and rubbed, it is quite a point that a woman can understand the charm of the macro even as usual.

"Well, Sasha will want appeal time, but saying so would be better if you showed it at work, and let's just get started"

"Seya."

"Right. We're going to do our best as a woman who can."

Sasha is tempered by Tatsuya's words. Tatsuya, wisely silent, whilst wishing she had done so from the beginning, to that appearance that overshadowed her impression of the first encounter.

"With that said, I heard you're opening the dining room today."

"Saya. Am I going to be busy mentoring Spring Vegetables by now?

"Really? It is a great pleasure to have a decent dining room at an affordable price around there. Some selfish fool has wiped out a decent store that's affordable anyway."

To Sasha's words, Hiroshi and Tatsuya face to face.

"Sasha, do you know why there are so few cafeterias around the college?

"Yes. You can probably say you know everything. But when people like me are not even asked to talk about it, there are a lot of problems. So there are a lot of things I think about, but the temple is a policy to remain silent for the moment"

"Come on."

"As such, Lord Hiroshi. My name is Callout, please."

"I'll stick to it..."

Hiroshi and Tatsuya know there are clues in unexpected places about the dining room war.

"Well, I've got a lot on my mind, but this time I'm gonna lay it aside and start fishing for materials."

"Right."

"I want to work hard and gather the materials you want quickly and go to the new dining room for a date."

"Dating and all that noisy talk. No. In the first place, it's the right place to say that."

Three people step into a special library while having a subtly poignant conversation. Materials fishing was set for new developments.

"Mr. Harna, they refused to deliver the ingredients!

"Ahhh, did it start fast..."

Azma Workshop Dining Room Department after work hours start. The restaurant, which had the Azma dining room slogan, was the first feather to start the first day with a rather unfortunate offering to start from being refused delivery of ingredients that were supposed to be brought first thing in the morning.

Regardless, when it comes to delivering ingredients, they are very usually harassing. The spring vegetables hadn't grasped it until that fact, but the possibilities were usually considered.

"Well, I normally sourced about what I use today within yesterday, and if I replace some of the worst vegetables, I can get them right from Ortem Village, so there's no need to be in such a hurry."

That being said, spring vegetables are taken out of the warehouse for today's minute instead of a week's worth of ingredients to show. The food vault in the Azma cafeteria is a large container with anti-corruption enchantments and expanded capacity to the limit. For 300 meals a day, there is a capacity to secure ingredients for a year if packed to full capacity.

Needless to say, the food vaults in regular restaurants don't have that much ridiculous capacity. At most, about three days' worth of capacity is common.

"Think again about purchasing from tomorrow. Let's start with today's purchasing."

"Well..."

I'm just saying that I expected it, rather than pulling on the spring vegetable response that I would definitely have expected, with one nodding chef or less employees.

Most importantly, even if I say I will start serving, I will not get any spring vegetables. This time she is only the person in charge of the launch and the person to deal with the trouble. Therefore, instruction does not make anything.

"Cut that bird meat a little smaller to size it up"

"Yes."

"The order of the seasonings is reversed."

"Oh, excuse me!

Spring vegetables carefully instruct the apprentices brought in by the chef from somewhere. The basic cooking procedure was beaten down, but the details still seem to be there.

"Spring vegetables."

"Help ~"

"Reinforcements."

"Body abandonment ~"

A few octogals intrude where I cook so hard like that.

"Ah, there you are. Can you check the cleaning condition of the store for me?

"Ha ~ i"

"I'm coming ~"

Octogals flying around the store at the same time under the direction of Spring Vegetables.

"All tables ok ~"

"The chair is clean ~"

"No ceiling problems ~"

"Beautiful floors."

"Window shiny ~"

"It's okay around the store."

"Body abandonment ~"

Oktogals who have completed a small aunt fast-track check and will be back soon to report. It would be adorable to have someone purposefully talking about abandoning the body even though there is nothing in particular to throw or drop.

"Yes, thank you. We'll be open in half an hour, so help me out then."

"Rika, Rika, Rika"

"Try your best."

"It's fun to work."

"Body abandonment ~"

Octogals respond vigorously to the words of spring vegetables and spend their spare time in the store doing fine layout adjustments on their own. Even though I asked so many questions about them, the employees who are too busy planting and not everywhere.

"Well, is it just vegetables for today?

Spring vegetables that reveal such feelings about the fact that there is no major harassment at this time. In fact, he's not caught up in the store's defense system or Octogal's detection system.

"Is it time to open?

"Spring vegetables, customers are here ~"

"Roger. This is the first line of this store, so let's get comfortable! Open!"

"Yes!!

Spring vegetables listening to Octogal's report and giving instructions to open the store. The moment I unlocked the entrance, about ten quick guests were already waiting, slipping into the store. Most of them are students, but there is also a mix of people who seem to be about three lecturers and clerks.

"Customer number one -"

Congratulations.

"But no special privileges ~"

Octogal will lead you to a place where you can make payments and receive trays, saying things that don't matter to students who come in.

"Welcome. Here is today's menu. All stand-alone items are 25 Tyrol, a set with bread and salad is 30 Tyrol, and a large serving is 5 Tyrol cheaper if you reduce the amount by 5 Tyrol"

"Is the menu specified here?

"No, at the receiving counter, please. If you change the set and the volume, we will give you the ticket, so give it to the clerk."

The first customer to nod to the words of accounting and ask for a large set of menus. Customers who cut it off and pay more and more to receive tickets to the set menu.

"They all look good."

"I made up my mind. I'll be Potoff."

"Well, I'm a beef stew"

"Bouillabaisse"

Don't be impatient with the aroma that builds your appetite, but place an order on your mouth to receive the dish. Mouth the most conspicuous utensils while being thrilled with a large set of nearly regular two-meals. Movements stop for a moment, and the momentum flattens well as they remain silent and stick together.

Spring vegetables, who were hiding and watching, return to the kitchen with a small, reassuring sigh.

"... Long time no see. I had a decent lunch at school one day..."

"... it tastes like nothing, but it's usually delicious..."

"... no, there aren't that many better stores than here..."

Quite voluminous dishes are completely flattened, and students who have had tea from the service and settled down say so.

"If it tasted like this at this price, I can't complain."

"It's a shame it's only noon."

"But if you think I could have had some fun"

"I didn't know the day would come when I'd be looking forward to lunch"

Students aboard as an advance team comment satisfactorily while returning the dishes and are escorted home by Octogall. The group, who came by time difference, also leaves with a generally satisfied face, pushing their heartbeat to their friends who were waiting to hear their reputation.

"Guests seem satisfied, so maybe peak time will be busy"

Spring vegetables that listen to the conversations of the students that Octogall was relaying and tell such predictions. Nodding at the words of its spring vegetables, the chef goes into extra soup.

The first day of the Azma Dining Room was so prosperous that it queued at peak time.

"That's not good..."

"Yeah, that's not good..."

A week after the opening of the Azma cafeteria. The secretary and the chef were whispering to each other in a recessionary face in the kitchen corner of a school-food that no one had left. The relatively difficult interference with the legs that we are carrying out at the moment is all very unexpected.

Cooks who seem free in the kitchen are all over this again with a big depressing face. No one seems to think in that positive direction: brushing their cooking arms or trying new ones because of this situation.

"I hear none of the farmers sell ingredients..."

"Hi, looks like you have your own route..."

First obstruction to the delivery of ingredients made first. You can decide this has failed completely. Apparently, the Azma dining room is open every day for exactly one cup of time, changing hands and sourcing ingredients from people. If you go around the end, there is also an out of stock menu, but so far the fact that you can't eat anything at all has not occurred. Don't call this a failure, what can I call a failure?

"Even if they try to jam me inside, they'll find me and kick me out for some reason..."

"Even then, they say they're God's family, so maybe they're sensitive to the signs of saying so"

"Besides, I'm talking about the people who got kicked out not being able to get back together..."

"Looks like he got kicked out in a pretty humiliating way, dude."

When I tried to do the classic way of bringing bugs from the outside and putting them on the toy that they were in the dish, the first time I did it, the bugs that I tried to bring in were started into the junction and eliminated, which was impracticable. I prepared the farewell and the creation, and now Octogall finds me at the time I took it out, no matter how many times I challenge him, and I get the unsaved treatment of being messed with until the frying phrase where I ate the forcible eviction disposition in a humiliating pose, on the wings where the sending chimps break my heart one after the other.

Even if we can't help but anticipate it because the way it is done is classic, there are a lot of things that can't be done when measures are taken exactly this far.

"Rumors have failed to spread, and if this happens, will we make a scene outside the store?

"It's risky, but I guess that's the only way"

Finally, to the chef who referred to the last resort, the secretary in tune with a sigh. It is limited to one month after being prevented from delivering ingredients. From there on ahead, we can no longer ignore the claims of damage that would be in every day, both from shops and from farmers, and the official constitution and commercial guilds undoubtedly move first.

Normally, if it lasts a week, it moves, but even if it is Lauren, who is clean against corruption, there can be no corruption at all. That's the way they say it too. They let him sniff his nose well, hit the lead, turn his hands around a lot, and they're pulling it off. The limit of that extension is one month.

Until now, for the most part, if I had obstructed delivery for half a month, my legs would have dropped naturally, and more than that, my legs would have left on their own to the extent of bad rumors with the worm-using toys at best, and I would have been naturally bankrupt without having to do anything more. In some cases I mixed damaged ingredients with what I was planting the day before in the malicious place to produce food poisoning, but I did that about once or twice.

Because of the scandals and bad reviews that I said and the set, and in some cases they usually push me to shut down business because of administrative sanctions, it's impossible for any Lauren who doesn't like to judge by the rumors alone to believe the rumors at all.

This time, however, the obstruction of the delivery of ingredients was ineffective, and other harassment by the store itself was not possible. As a matter of course, there can't be anyone who believes in rumors, and it's a difficult situation to put a mark on it within a month.

"In the meantime, I'll leave the content to you. Ask that man to leave me alone."

"Yeah, I know."

The Chef de Cabinet and the Secretary, who choose words only slightly more carefully at the end and decide on policies. They were alarmed that they were the only ones in the body, and they didn't realize until the end that there was a presence that had been observing and documenting that whole thing.

"Maybe it moves tomorrow"

"Finally, a business deal is about putting down an iron hammer on the people who are making him virtual..."

That night. At the Commercial Alliance, Rainey was holding a report to the Alliance Master of the Commercial Alliance.

"I can't do this right away."

"I know. Judicial systems in this country have resembled only the worse parts of Farlane, and judges have been particularly fundamentalistically clean over the past decade. But..."

With a fierce grin as he nodded at Lainey as he stabbed the nail, the Alliance Master throws up and discards as he stares sharply into the void.

"Still, I can't do it without a token at all. To some extent, there's evidence gathered here. It's a project that involves commercial guild tickets, so I'll hunt you down and make you pay for your sins, even at the end of hell."

Apparently, there was a lot more to it. Lainey brings pale additional information to the guild master who releases so much sympathy to the soothing people.

"The Bandit Guild is already moving."

"You know what? They're about to move, so I guess they're making a mess of it"

"Unauthorized, unregistered and quite flashy. There's been many cases in the Alliance territory."

"Well, I see."

The Bandit Guild is in motion, the Guildmaster looks really upset about the report. A bandit guild that rarely moves except without gas from the chimps is already in motion. If you know what that information means, there is no reason why the injured party would not be happy.

That's true in every country, but if you do large-scale business in a city that's somewhat large, you really need to get to know that city's bandit guild for the least. For this reason, both Lufeus and the Bandit Guild and the Commercial Guild have entered into an inviolability pact with each other, maintaining a sense of distance that they are not close, but not bad.

With more people, rubbing and crime really increases. Not all of them can be solved by lawful means alone. Conversely, they sometimes use illegal means to solve problems in their favor. You can't completely cut yourself off from the Bandit Guild to protect yourself from those troubles.

So even Lauren, many of whom cannot tolerate the black connection he said this about the existence of the Bandit Guild as a necessary evil, and the fact that each organization makes an inviolability pact with the Bandit Guild. There will also be an exclusion movement if we get on track and go into unnoticed action, but otherwise it is more people in need even in this country, which names the kingdom of knowledge, that no longer have the organization to manage and control the kind of chimps.

Because we understand it, the Bandit Guild rarely moves.

"Don't even belong to the Bandit Guild. I've done this a lot and I've always been safe."

"Were you unaffiliated? That's good work again."

"So the Bandit Guild couldn't even get its hands on the detour for a while, apparently"

"That's another funny story..."

"It was recently flashy, and until then, it was about the average citizen of poor nature."

Ask Rainey why she told you, and somehow convince the Alliance Master. Sure, then, it would have been hard to move a lot in the case of this country. The bandit guild is allowed to exist because it doesn't get its hands on a man of courage.

"In this case, I can hardly speak of courage. I can move with dignity."

"Right. Then let the bandit guild take care of the executioners, and let the secretary and the head chef of the college do it thoroughly here."

"It must have been hard to convict in this country about the evidence I held"

"It's a matter of numbers. In the last few years, the number of cases that went out of business in that area has been a bit excessive, so if you keep my own investigation going, well, I'll get out. Once this is cleared, we're going to be able to clean the interior."

"Maybe that was a good start?

"Is there any reason for that? Originally, I had to hit my hand before the first one was forced out of business. Even if that wasn't possible, I just had to complete an internal investigation to get rid of the fools. This is the result of failing to investigate by superficially checking the flow to decommissioning. I can't open up one thing to the victims who were genuinely in business, because I've expanded the damage to this point, and more importantly, this commercial guild was responsible for that one stick."

Guildmaster mentions a number of restaurants that have been damaged, with a rugged face. Even if we say that internal injustice, corruption, can be swept away thanks to Hongda, by the time we get here, many restaurants have been pushed out of business, bankrupting their lives. It's true that I couldn't get my hands on it without gathering evidence, but it's a circumstance that has nothing to do with the damaged side. Especially for the victims who have been pushed to the point where they have had to die.

Even though only in some areas, Loufeus' commercial guild ratings have fallen dramatically over the past few years and have lost a lot of trust. It is also natural to lose trust because some people, instead of holding hands and watching, gave it a hand when things that do business are fat and people who have truly been doing business are being impersonated and losing everything.

To restore confidence, we should probably be prepared for a ten-year unit of time. It's natural because the people inside trampled their trust on themselves. It's a fact-based bad review, so I just have to spoil it and accept it and try.

"Whatever you do, we'll just have to give all the guys we messed with a blood festival first and do a thorough investigation so we don't miss any little injustice about internal and external commerce. I aside, it's hard to see if even the next generation of Alliance Masters will be able to recover, but I just have to do it. I'm really sorry to push my end of the line on the later one..."

Rainey sneaks up on the corner of his head to see the Alliance Master who says something very serious and still thinks that this man is Lauren, too.

"In the meantime, I will continue to investigate a variety of things. I'll let you know if I have any important information."

"Okay. Please, I can't thank you enough..."

"It's my boss's orders, so I don't care. This is also out of my salary."

Raise your hand gently to the guild master who seems so sorry, Rainey disappears from the room as it is. An Alliance Master who dropped it off crushes it with a bitter face.

"This one needs to be reinforced around the intelligence..."

He was probably the guild master who began his work for the time being, whilst blurring out his inner feelings.

"... Miscellaneous tail"

A while after leaving the commercial guild. Rainey so disconnected about the five or so signs she felt. Unlike Dar when he was pretending to be an ordinary person this time, he dares to erase signs halfway. I can assure you that the way you erase that sign that you're obviously trapping, if Rainey is in the same position, she won't get on the invite for any extra reason, or unless she's ready or has a chance to win. And I'm caught in the wheel by accident. At this point, we'll know the extent of the opponent.

Moreover, the way he tails is also so nasty that he affirms that nine out of ten humans watching beside him are trying to follow someone. When riding these kinds of invitations, it is the usual means to make the subject realize that he or she is only following them while not making them aware of their position, and to put pressure on them by boasting about their strength. The opponent also makes a rush to identify this position and show it to exert pressure or pretend to tail it, but there is no such thing as saying that to Rainey's opponent.

I mean, no matter how you rate it, it's the behavior of a mindless amateur.

(shakes a little)

Though a cluttered tail, your corner opponent has eaten it, so let's play and shake it up a little. Think of it that way and go into the back alley with obviously suspicious behavior. After confirming that he has followed me properly, he deploys the bike he has become his partner on and accelerates the unpopular back alley at once.

(When it comes to following this speed...)

Even though they accelerated to about sixty kilometers an hour at once, the signs of monkey tailing do not open or clog the distance. In this world, with some exceptions like when over-accelerate is activated, it is a speed that cannot be put out without being a golem carriage either. At this point, it is certain that they are not man-made creatures.

Rainey explores their information at all while directing them to as few people as possible. I'm guessing the identity of the general opponent at a time when I can move at such a speed, but I don't have any certainty, so I want to make sure.

(Sounds good about now)

Rainey finds an alley that seems to be able to pretend to be cornered by good health and jumps in there without hesitation. Check on the side mirror for a bunch of people caught and jumped in, laughing inside out.

"Evil sect, confirm"

What was on the side mirror was a bunch of guys fused with demonic monsters. It is flying with the feathers of the dermis rather than running on the ground. It seems that the secret of speed was that. One of them was overseeing the guys who were trying to get a little bit out of the Azma cafeteria.

"To rats who are sniffing around us, let them die"

Men sprinkling magic bullets at the same time as statements without any twists or amusements. Lainey cleverly jerks it off and goes into the trail. The walls are getting closer and closer.

"Have you lost your blood in despair!

Men sprinkling more magic bullets, laughing at Lainey, who had already stuck into the wall at an unstoppable rate. Ignoring such men sarcastically, he lifts the front wheel of the motorcycle and hits the wall with Willie.

A large motorcycle, specially made by Macro, is about to lose balance when the front wheel is bounced back heavily the moment it comes into contact with the wall. Restart that balance cleverly and turn, then take the Magic Guide pistol out of the motorcycle and shoot a lot of bullets, and restrain the men.

Store the pistol without slowing down any speed, pull the knife adjusted for Lainey out of the sheath behind his waist, and pour magic into the men frightened by its unlikely movements and massive quantities of high-powered ammunition to develop special features. Shaking the knife four times in a motion like throwing it in error, one knife after the other goes deep into the men's throats.

"Become!?

A man who instantly loses color to the fact that four men have been imprisoned. Lainey does not show any particular reaction to such a man and uses the walls of the building next door to make his three-dimensional behavior a motorcycle while serving as a knife. If we're just going to jail, we can all jail in an instant, but that's not enough sources. If you don't take one person alive properly, you won't.

"Tori Bullet, fire"

"Ma, wait!

Rainey's relentless pursuit, which was accelerating using the wall and dancing in the sky without the help of flight options. I was in a hurry to say something to it, and the Tori bullet lands in a way that doesn't block the man's mouth and nose.

"Hardener, firing"

"So tell me to wait...!

Ignore the man's bullshit and land on the ground from the rear wheel. Rainie taps in the curing agent at the same time as the change of direction to secure the cork.

"Debuffnet, fire"

"Damn!? You can't run away!

"Sealed Boundaries, Expansion"

"Damn, you did it!

"Wrapped Rope"

A man completely deprived of his ability to act by a special warhead fired one after another from a motorcycle missile launcher. Even the second form of baldo becomes almost completely incapable of moving, so it is not something that can resist the lower ecclesiastical members.

"... for gorgeous bike action, the opponent is soggy..."

Rainey expresses her dissatisfaction with what happened in no time. I don't take advantage of the corner flying function or speed at all. To be honest, being alive is a five-second scratch, and even if you pull it off a little longer to bike action, it's too weak for this to be the limit.

"Take it home for now, and later, duly interrogated or tortured"

"Torture is barbaric."

"It's a round throw at experts, so I don't know if I really will"

Lainey packs a roll in a hemp bag, lightly telling the man what you're about to say not to get stuck in. If you're loading your bike, you should protect and secure the contents once and for all. In the middle of that task, something appears to take Lainey's back.

"Out of the way"

Take further back and put a blow in the steeple to finish off the demonic monster that came from behind to interrupt Rainey's work.

"Honey made me a souvenir, and I withdrew it"

Rainie whines as she stuffs the carcass of a demonic monster in a hemp bag with a man and ropes it to the back of the bike. It may be subtle as a harvest, but it would be better than none.

The following morning, the remains of demonic monsters held up by Rainey were recovered from several organs, and the remaining meat and skins were processed into interrogation dishes to be served.

"Evil sect, or..."

"Apparently, there were several believers in every organization."

"That's a wild thing to do..."

To the information drawn from the man Rainey caught, a king with a face to his face. Believers who were also in the royal palace are in the process of eliminating them one by one after taking confirmation with the purification of the clerics. When I do it all at once, there are all sorts of troublesome problems, so I have to sit back and do it.

But given the impact it has had by them, I'm pretty sure it's a derivative thing. I have trouble with anything more, so I want to get rid of everything as soon as possible.

"So, what's the situation?

"Let's just say we were lucky to be unhappy, that at best we were only in the lowest ranks except for the commercial guild and some of the guards, who had to follow orders from their bosses."

"Commercial guild, you say?

"Yes, the serial decommissioning around the college, which has been getting worse for several years, seems to have involved them"

"I mean, the cult people were eating into a gripping position."

To the King's inquiry, the Chancellor nods with a serious face.

"I don't know if it was a cult from the beginning, or if it was picked up along the way. But their aim was not to privatize the organization, but to discredit the public sector by committing fraud, upset the public and inflate suspicion."

"It's a long way to go again, but that's the only way to go about our country."

"Sounds like it. Like Farlane, taking over or wielding the hub with profit giving and irresponsible rumors is not absolutely impossible in my country, but it's quite difficult."

The Prime Minister agrees with the King's words. Just because Rayot is a pain in the ass, Lauren's social and political hubs have a strong rejection of it all the way around. Even if you just leaked a little bit about the damage you have suffered as a public tale and what is currently troubling you, it is really muscular because depending on the content, you may be attacked with total defamation.

"What about the secretary of the college?

"That was apparently just a fool who lost his greed. Until the series of cases where the cult was an example, there seemed to be no involvement."

"What's the disposition?

"Not yet, right? I just need a few more charges."

"I see, I mean, I'm letting him swim," he said.

"Yes, perhaps if things go this far, something big will happen in a hurry."

With that said, the prime minister shows footage of the men who are at best pounding raw waste and the college clerks and cooks of the learning food mixed up there. Perhaps if we called the official constitution at the stage of holding this scene down and arrested the current offender, we could catch a variety of potato ceremonies as soon as possible, but unfortunately, when we brought the official constitution, they had already finished the work and withdrawn it.

I feel like I'm watching the handiwork being played, and it's probably going to be hard to catch if I don't ambush it. I'm used to that extent. Besides, to the extent that I pummeled raw garbage, it's not a big sin.

"Damn, this would be enough sin for a normal country..."

"My country, Farlane, too clean a problem, I guess."

To the words of the Chancellor, a king nodding with a sinister face. Apparently, the young king doesn't understand the current legal system, which has been so obviously imitated that it is not a great sin. Especially in the last decade. It is extra because there are many clean sentences for the wrong person.

However, even though I don't understand it, it turns my head to the extent that if I change it awkwardly, I can see that the harm is significant, so I am now confining myself to exploring where it should be changed from.

Nevertheless, even if some members of Congress ignore and like the King's orders issued for reasonable reasons, the current situation in Waldis and the surrounding states is rapidly stinking, there is a high probability that people who ignore the King just because he is held accountable will have to do something about it as soon as possible.

To that end, I would also like some clear track record before Parliament's disregard of orders continues so long as death sentences are handed down to myself. Hopefully, this case could be used as a breakthrough.

"Whatever it takes, I need to build up my intelligence skills a little bit. The intelligence units my predecessors trained aren't swearing allegiance to me either, and perhaps they can't move as efficiently as she did when Lord Rayot gave them to me."

Blurring with sighs as they allow Lainey to intrude lightly and spin their thoughts on intelligence units who have no shame at all in telling her about it and who can only painstakingly call intelligence gathering the least. It only goes in and out about Rainey because it's probably not worth it from anyone, and the truth is that the information inside Lauren will slip through all the peripheral states except that the king himself has never put it in his mouth or in his attitude.

Honestly, it's not a shameful noise at the top, but the time to embarrass it is no longer too much. We can only act on the premise that our own intelligence forces do not want to pledge allegiance to the King, an incompetent group to the detriment of the national interest.

"Yep. Instead, when it comes to massive intelligence gathering, it shows a better job than her being the individual she is looking for..."

"It may be greed, but in everything, not just intelligence, I want to be equipped with both prominent personal and powerful organizational capabilities, elements"

"It will be difficult overnight, but keep your hands in mind"

The King and Prime Minister flatter Lainey, Rayot's personal handkerchief. There was no reason to know that Rainey was now using the used towel of the Macro as a souvenir price to maximize its perversion and cum cum cum cum cum cum cum cum.