Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

"Fuck...... fuck...... fuck...... dude! Why!"

The culture tank allowed Kwin's physical age to grow to about fifteen girls.

That one day.

Look at Quinn, a man is moaning.

"... what the hell is this [curse] heh! Is that a material problem? No, one of those scales to them... No way, I thought it was punishment for stepping into God's realm! Don't be ridiculous......! I just think about the people of Arclair...!

Quinn knew it was a lie.

Quinn saw a lot of things. I heard a lot of things.

Here's the last word of a man today, for example.

"I was just thinking about the people of Arclair (how I did it) ……!"

It was processed by the brain, and it was a word, and the pre-processing sounds are audible to Quinn.

Not where lies don't make sense. The truth is, you can hear what you're thinking.

So I was also all the more aware that a man in white is a chunk of his desire for approval, a person who has roughly no concern for others or anything else.

"... Quinn (at the mud doll's minute), what are those eyes? I'm worried about you!

A man's hand hits his cheek. All the noise is loud and the pain is not great. Besides, I don't have the strength either, so if you keep quiet, it'll be over soon.

"... you have an emotional problem. Given that it is a year old, there is no choice..."

I say that out of breath.

What am I supposed to do with my emotions and everything?

Quinn sees his status.

[Curse] - "Death of Unemployment, confirmed".

Even though I don't feel anything for living.

I don't know what words come out of looking at something like this - isn't there?

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"Quinn."

With Glare's voice consciousness is drawn back to reality.

If you noticed, you'd be back in front of the garrison.

Glare's expression is not fragrant.

"... Thank you for your hard work"

So I guess everything.

I guess Quinn couldn't get what he wanted.

And the fact that I don't remember anything about it (,,,,,,).

That with my "white," I made my memory about it a "thing I didn't have."

It was Glare's instructions. I mean, it's about Quinn, the fact that I followed him because I don't care.

"... my role, the end?

"Right, right. Wait till we have another life."

"Interrogation, what?

This is still the man who was at the centre of Daltra's side. Given the value of the information that can be sucked up, it's not strange to be taken to the interrogation room right away.

"No fool will lay a hand on my men. Plus it's pointless in the first place."

"Really?

"I guess so. It's about you, isn't it already erased the memories that would be to Chrono's detriment?

I'll think about it.

And I realize my memories are bug-eating.

Oh, well. Had I already erased the memory that I might pull Clo's leg for Clo?

"The rest will be memories you couldn't let go of as a person. Our brigade is not as innocent as a peek at it."

"Threaten to bring him in, say it often"

"That moment was an enemy. It's a line drawing problem."

Is it thorough rather than convenient?

Anyway, I've never crossed without any trouble.

"Guru ah!

A high-speed object passed in front of Quinn and jumped.

You look like a little kid. That jumps into Glare's chest.

"Welcome back!"

A five- or six-year-old girl. He is a child who seems to be everywhere without any particular change.

Except for the characteristic of different colors in both eyes.

"Flicker? Now you know that I am returning. Who'd you ask?

"Ribeira!

"Welcome back, hey-hey!

And I wonder if I heard a voice rocking high like a drunk, and someone hugs me.

Alcohol and elasticity. Smell of alcohol and wrapped in over-rich milk.

"... Rebella. It's not me."

"Ugh. Wow, really. I thought you were softer, slipperier and cuter than you made sense."

Reddish hair like roses. From around the side head, horns are growing that remind me of cows. He is not that tall, but has a big chest, and shapes what is red-handed.

"There is? Hey, I think I've seen you somewhere. Oh, because I'm not dictating anything else about this. haha! Nothing, that's fine ~! That's not 'White Hero'!?

I want to believe it's because I'm drunk, but the hurry is too intense to keep up. I don't even want to follow you.

"I took him home. Beginning today, we shall be compatriots. … and you, the sobriety should be kept on track."

"That's okay ~. You just showed a little pick-up habit. So it's a welcome party, right? I mean, keep the booze! In short, time is just a little off."

Even so, she drinks from the container in her hand. It was a shape I didn't really see, but I felt close to virtue in 'Japan'. On several occasions, I've seen 'Hero of the Thunder' Ligal swallow.

"Guru! Look, look! I painted this!

said, a toddler girl held by glare spreads the paper.

I don't see it from Quinn, but I guess it's drawn around the glare.

"Well, you're inside. Are you a painter in the future?

"Nah! 'Cause I think Flicker is pretty good, too. I thought!

"Oh, it's in there"

He doesn't seem to be Glare's daughter, but he seems to be a visitor.

Pick it up, take care of it as it is, you just said.

"Nfu. You're close, aren't you? It's like my parents killed me in the past, right? He said it was ominous that his eyes didn't have all the colors. Ever since I happened to see you reincarnate, Dang is doing it on your behalf. You're not looking good and funny, are you? Haha, that's still a child's problem."

If Crowe finds out, you're going to hesitate to kill him, I think so.

"Nice to meet you, uh, Quinn. Hey, you can call me" hey. "

In a word from Glare, she also admitted Quinn as a companion, apparently.

I wonder how long we'll have to hang out with this farce later.

I think about that alone, in enemy territory.