Gang of Yuusha

A symbol of tradition and prosperity.

I kindly ask the attendant who will be censored this letter.

Please, do not dispose of the enclosed restorative medication.

My name is Percibel Lewischate.

He is a graduate of the National School of Yellow Phosphorous Alchemists, thirty-fourth term, and the mistress of a small alchemist on the corner of the street.

Our long-lasting, son, Elle Julius and I faced each other at the desk, and in the dormitory we had the opportunity to live in the same room.

So far I'm young, stupidly full of myself, can't afford to look around me, and I've come up with something called the edge I built.

I fear the difference in position. Not really, the only letter I would send to Master Elle was' Memorial Day of the Saints'.

Even though it was my pleasure to report back to each other, I never tried to be as close as I was a student.

After three years of parting, regret only intensifies day by day.

And my sick-looking friends didn't even show their faces in public, and I overheard that they were making things worse for you, and I couldn't help but take a brush.

In retrospect, I was constantly coughing at the turn of the season.

Psychotropic medicines, if helpful, are something we offer with our thoughts of sorrow.

Please allow young people who can't even get permission to visit to take a stand and send their seventh letter to the great castle.

If Master Elle were a disease-free breath disaster, I wouldn't be happier.

Teardrop Moon/Twenty-fifth Star Day

Residence/Error Knife Western District Block XVII No 5

"Percibel's Atelier"

Daily changes are trivial things.

Things that have worked so far don't work, they collapse from underfoot.

"No, sir."

As Percibel turned her back and indicated her rejection, Shoji reached out upset and placed her hand on her narrow shoulder from the back.

Take it straight to the shape of a hug and rub a modest breast from behind.

Operation to hear what the flesh says, but only on this day Percibel was a stubborn man.

"Ahem...... but no!

"Why not? It's an expansion. Even income increases. I trusted you to help me."

When unloading, it was customary to consult with Percivel about business.

There is little that can be done, and it will go smoothly - but if there is discontent, there may be times when the beds will be soaked together.

The business is headed for an important phase.

I can't have this conversation wrecked.

"Huh... uhh... so, but Perfect Potion is where I'm in charge of manufacturing. I am not convinced that the recipe will have more than one person in the manufacturing process at the behest of the machine. If you fail, you may have something bad for your customer. I can't accept it."

Even if not, Percibel, the Indoors, feels guilty about making illegal potions.

The person does not speak so much, but is under invisible stress.

If you don't hold it and control it, it becomes emotionally unstable, and giving it sexy on a regular basis can also be mental care.

"Belle, with your production... we're running out of time. Please, help me industrialize. I want to make more money."

Perfect potion demand only increases.

Even though it is flowing on the black market, it has become an unusual supply and production is no longer keeping pace.

It was the band's suggestion to mechanize efficiently and increase the number of plants.

In the first place, if you are producing only an error knife, you may lose freshness.

If you're thinking about supplying neighboring cities, clear recipeization and industrialization are indispensable.

Because expanding businesses is something that should always be borne in mind for businessmen.

When it comes to expanding business, it's a tiny alchemist on the corner of the street, and I can't even produce it finely.

"Practice is delicate. If someone other than me made it, it could be second-class. It damages your credibility."

"Well, I know."

If it sold anything else, it could be second-rate - a glimpse of what I wanted to say, and Shoji was careless about Percibel's mood.

The girl opened her eyes slightly as she hit the hard one over her skirt on her soft ass.

Blue eyes shake weakly.

He puts his fist on his mouth and is shy and twisted.

Intense drifting of signs of intercourse depended on breaking the indomitable artisan soul.

"Belle... to spread your potion all over the world. You know what I mean? Don't you want to be famous as an alchemist?

"Oh, no... brother, I rubbed your chest too much... so no, no, no, no, no."

"Why not? Belle, what's going on? Why did you become such a bad listener?

Percibel mogged her mouth as she put her arms together.

Shoji spotted out that there wasn't just one reason.

I don't know, I'm emotionally dissatisfied.

I can't tell you, but I want you to understand my emotions, with a fine woman's face.

"Well... well, you can ask me one favor"

"Oh, my God, say it quickly."

Points your lips as you stick your fingers together and snaps adorably.

Shoji felt better. Anyway, it's no big deal.

Percibel has an understated personality.

I'm not supposed to say impotent.

Shoji hoisted up the edge of his mouth as he deformed his breasts and rubbed them cunningly.

This time, it's always like this.

"What? Am I a treat? Beautiful clothes, huh? Or you can build this new workshop (atelier). Say anything."

"You should marry me."

"What?"

My hands rub my beautiful milk together perfectly.

The unexpected hardened me.

Percibel carefully waved Shoji's hand away and confronted him (often) from the front.

The girl, squeezing her strength, puts her hands on her hips and gets stuffed all the time here.

"If I give you the recipe, you won't need me either. Your brother's with another woman, you know it! Cheater! I'm gonna sleep with anybody. Ebony brother!

"Belle, it's a misunderstanding."

I exaggerated my hands and looked in trouble, but it wasn't a misunderstanding or anything.

I'm basically sleeping with anyone if I feel I need it, and I'm cheating on you all the time.

Rather than that, it shouldn't be cheating because no one is fateful - it's a mysterious theory, but Shoji had that idea.

Percibel hoisted her almond eyes and didn't pull.

"Can we have a baby, or will we get married," he said. Otherwise, I won't give you the recipe. Yeah, I'll even stop producing Perfect Potion when this happens already! Bell has also decided to be ready. Forever, I made up my mind to love you and your brother!

"Wait, are we having sex, even though we're fighting?

"Me too, because I will no longer...... that means apart from this. I want to have your brother's baby in return. Even if we can't get married, healthy I can feed my children."

"Uh..."

Percibel, who offers prayer to heaven with her hands together, is somewhat caught up in the delusion of becoming a pitiful mother, but making her a single mother is also a discouraging story.

Assuming it's done, I'm not going to support the marriage anyway.

Since Percivel is also a business partner, the connection cannot be broken.

"Belle, my qualities depend on potion. Even if you stop doing business, you're going to be my exclusive alchemist. It's the most important thing to me. I love you."

"Yes, thank you. From now on, I will make a calendar describing my Danger Day, so be sure to take your feet here that day. Brother, you have a lot of bad luck sleeping with me all the time on Safety Day... as if you've been after me!

"... Belle, she said she loves you"

"Yes, thank you! Then show your love for me!

The eclampsia is ruptured.

I think I need to put some time aside and cool my head off.

When I received the calendar with the red circle, it said to come three times a week. What was the Danger Day? Maybe I just want to do it.

Shoji reassembled the appointments in his head.

Somehow, we have to figure out the means to give up an angry kitten as soon as possible.

Maybe I should just marry him in writing, but if I do that, what about the other women? Percibel is not the only stakeholder. I don't care how many tools are available.

Whatever it is, we need to take action.

Do you have to do something to get in a good mood?