Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

"All right, all right, all right...!

A man in white grabs his fist with joy.

"" The Thoughts of Ehecruez, "" The Grace of Jordrosea, "" The Divine Love of Air Hilllow, "and" The Heart Eye of Melekhius ". Says it's supposed to be a blessing from one side with it, but that's four! There was once no hero alone who had gained so much protection......! Oh Kwinty, you can be, yes, the best hero......!

Culture tank, staring at Quinn released from the cylinder the man was calling, the man speaks in an excited manner.

"Oh, it was a long time. It's really been so long......! The inheritance of intrinsic trusteeship, color attributes and protection, I must say that it was extremely difficult for me to make these happen - but! I was a genius. You know what I mean, Kwinty? It's not like those trash people who come from different worlds and walk wide through Arclair with our faces. I'm a genius, purely by myself!

Many people living in Arclair have nothing to discriminate against visitors.

Some are in awe, but rarely convert it into hostility.

Because they attack the bad realm in danger, because they know that a peaceful life is preserved.

And unless you're a somewhat ignorant person, because you know their past students were unhappy.

But the man in front of him doesn't like that the status correction they get by reincarnation outweighs the advantage they have.

Nonsense, I thought, but I don't put it in my mouth. Talking about something was a terrible hundred million bucks.

With that said, I wonder what that means.

I can't believe I just woke up to something I'm self-conscious about for the first time, knowledgeable, emotional, and verbal...

"... hehe, hehe. That's my greatest work. I could also control that to avoid questioning that point, but then it's a doll. I treat you like a human being. So yes, let's get the explanation right."

With a muddy child squatting in front of him, I didn't think it was human treatment to make a great tease of knowledge, but once again, Quinn didn't return the word.

"Knowledge is easy. I dropped the replica from the ingredients into your brain. Knowledge is more about everything. The self that sprouted in you is not the only off-the-shelf product, but it's also like combining dishes you can cook to make a full course. Yeah, well, it's unfriendly if you don't explain what ingredients are."

In a large, dark, cold laboratory, only men and Quinn live.

Precisely, it fit in an incubator lined with dolls of the same appearance as her, but I guess so far only Quinn has awakened consciousness, as he put it.

The man apparently woke up even to the joy of the speech with the audience showing up.

"Those scumbags... i.e., hero standard visitors. Before I made you, I conveniently used six dead bodies, so I used them a lot. I have always thought I could create or replicate the unique power of a hero from scratch. But it wasn't. They are the realm of God. It was nonreplicable information. Yet you have everything they had. Do you know why?

The man keeps talking when Quinn says he never utters a word, but he doesn't look like he cares.

"- Successful soul extraction. And it was you who cut only the favored parts of the heroic standard and combined them. Quinn."

Joint, artificial hero.

But Quinn thought.

You didn't make it.

You just played with the building blocks, right?

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"You're back often, Glare. My beloved husband."

When I left the warehouse, one woman was waiting for me.

He's not that tall, but he has a healthy flesh. Silver hair like ash to the shoulder. I dye a part of my transverse hair and knit the part further. From her point of view, the one room on the right is black. The three rooms on the left are red, pale, and green.

She was a very beautiful woman. To the extent that you have a diminished interest in other people and feel unwittingly beautiful.

Such a truly beautiful woman hangs a military uniform on her shoulder. On his shoulder, he was carved '1' in the letters of Arclair.

I mean...

"How many times do I have to tell you to understand, Jeanne? I am not your husband."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't always have enough words. That always puts Horus and everyone in trouble. I need to reflect at all. So let me make a correction. You're back a lot, Glare. My beloved 'future' husband."

Glare looked like she chewed up a bitter bug, but the woman she called Jeanne just smiled.

There was something wrong with those silver melted eyes.

I don't know who I'm looking at - yes, it's out of focus. Yet my eyes are on each other.

"That's just great, Lord 'White Hero'. As you can see, this eye stopped tying the statue before it was reincarnated. That's why you don't have to feel sorry for me. Where there was no sight, I knew exactly how brave Glare was and how beautiful you were. Take it in your hand, even if it's not in your eyes."

I say, I laugh lusciously.

"... Your Honor, how did you know we were coming back?"

"Nah. Just call me Jeanne so I can swing gently, as I did earlier. Glare. Yes, it's like saying it on the pillow at night."

"I don't think I've ever had enough of you in my bedroom?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa But you did whisper love as you stretched out on me on the bunk!

"... well. When and where?"

"About a week ago. What happened in my dreams."

"What do you know?"

"That's why I said it. You've been poked where it hurts, he said. I was wondering if I was dreaming."

"Paranoia."

"Then that's fine. Why don't you turn it into reality around today?

"Unfortunately, I have no taste in sleeping with superiors."

To Glare's words, Jeanne lays her eyes down sadly.

"You're not getting along. You don't have to worry about me at all because I'm the Seven Axions. Or is that it? Does dating a more socially successful woman inspire inferiority? I didn't think you were the kind of man who would lose sight of his love with such endless pride. [M] Oh, that's lamentable. Ask your chest once now. I wonder who I love. That way you'll know. Oh, Jeanne! Jeanne-Inverse is the woman my wife deserves! And."

Glare walked out while she was talking, so does Quinn.

"Hey, hey, hey. Maybe it's on the way for the superior to talk. It's disrespectful. Do you want to be hit by a barn?

"Unlike you, our brigade is busy. Play is another time."

"What about you?" This is what I've been talking about for 10 years. I don't think you're going to hit a bee if you lean towards me all this way. "

"... in this world, I will never marry anyone"

"Are you going to love a wife you couldn't save in the past?

I could see it, but Quinn didn't stop it.

Even though Glare pulled out his sword at a tremendous rate and attached it to Jeanne's neck muscle, he didn't think anything of it.

"Don't talk about it. Even if it were God, I wouldn't allow it."

"Haha. Nice. That's why I love you, Glare. I'm told there's nothing you can't do in this world, but even after ten years, I can't get just your heart. That's why I want it, and the wife who used to be pointed at it - she doesn't get envious."

Jeanne's smile changes from time to time.

Change like a Virgin, like a slut, like an angel, like a demon.

blind but who contributed the most to the empire.

"Heroes of Teaching" - Jeanne-Inverse.

"Well, I guess that's it for today. Your precious anger face has also been seen. Yeah, but Glare."

She says as she walks out with her back to this one, without even turning around.

"Though I can't foresee what His Majesty and you are doing back there with my wise eyes. I guess that's what I think when I use the lady's" white "there and something never turns around."

"... I'm just kidding."

Glare's bitter expression told the story of his emotions above all.