10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Ugh, it's refreshing. I'm sure we're almost there, and good luck, yeah."

One man returns to the Royal Palace ballroom with a bump to say.

It is Eugene.

For a long party, Eugene went to wash her hands.

But it wasn't until I got back to the ballroom that I was comfortable talking to myself.

White and black, when Katsun and Eugene step onto the city pine patterned floor that Tessa created.

Eugene was surrounded.

By the carnivore of Savannah, which strikes a nuh detached from the flock.

To carnivorous women without carnivores.

"Mr. Eugene, would you dance with me?

"Hey, Mr. Eugene dances with wasps."

"Mr. Eugene, I think I'm a little drunk. Want to hit the night breeze? Both of us."

"Oh, hey, hey, what's up, uh, what's this?"

Eugene, it's all upsetting.

A young woman who takes Eugene's hand and invites her to dance.

It is supposed to be an invitation from a man, and not from a woman.

The woman doesn't look like she cared, and Eugene's head doesn't turn to the soft hand feel.

Eugene's opposite hand is grabbed by a woman who outspoken to be alone.

Push your breasts abundantly against Eugene's arms.

"The wasp wants to hear from Eugene. I heard it was thanks to Eugene and Kevin's Chamber of Commerce that a lot of clothes were made on the border."

Naturally, the costume of a woman attending a party is a dress.

A mermaid line dress wrapped around a slender woman, a dress with a princess line but a chest that opens slowly to highlight the valley.

Eugene is snuggled up by the gorgeous women who spent their money to bring out their charm.

It is all upsetting.

By the way, the dress where the lines of the body clearly emerge is something that the needles of the city of Hojo have boomed and become popular in the royal palace.

I mean, Eugene, it's my fault.

Help has yet to come to Eugene, surrounded by women.

It's too late to float in the back of your brain that you should have taken him.

Eyes on the Lords and their wives, the Bastians and the Elves, who were supposed to be behind the ballroom, were also a cool distance in the vast space.

"Eugene says you're single. And that look, you're going to step up, aren't you? Let me tell you something about how bravely and resolutely defeated the monster."

Eugene is in her 40s, but thanks to the annual power leveling of the wetlands and the sea, she looks like she remains in her 30s.

He's not handsome, but he's not scrupulous.

Unlike when I was pulling, I care about my hair and clothes and do my regular life and the work there.

Did you also gain confidence that Eugene may be a little more handsome than Futsumen, which makes her look about it.

"The wasp would like to know the story of his interaction with the elf who was to be awarded the medal!

The medal Eugene received has a pension.

Number one yellow medal, number four green medal.

Together, the two are levels where lower nobles can live for a year even if they occasionally have a little extravaganza. It's not enough for living expenses to be a nobleman.

Besides, Eugene is a deputy, and she has that salary.

I don't know about the women, but the clothing and preserved food profits that Eugene receives from the Kevin Chamber of Commerce are also a cool amount.

It is an excellent property.

"Ugh, Mr. Eugene, you don't have to be so lit up, do you? We are the daughters of knights and barons, even when it comes to nobility. It's like a flying wooden nobleman."

It is known that Eugene is the deputy of the border, the city of Houjo.

But that's not necessarily negative.

The dowry of the daughter of a lower aristocrat is the same subordinate aristocrat or a wealthy civilian.

If the other person is noble, the dowry is not necessarily wealthy.

Besides, if you are a territorial nobleman, it is still fine, but there are cases where you will be married to a legal nobleman in Wangdu.

If you are married to an aristocrat, you cannot be extravagant at all, and among the aristocrats you must go out with him at the bottom.

In exchange, if it is Eugene.

The deputy treats civilians but is the head of the city.

In the depths of the top of the city, I have almost no relationship with nobles other than Lords because of the border, and I have no trouble with money because of the medal's pension.

It is an excellent property.

"Oh, even if they say so once and for all. Uh, what am I supposed to do? Here."

Eugene, it is finally the time of moth.

I am upset because I am unfamiliar with it. I'm not a virgin at all.

But looking at the upset Eugene, the women were shining their eyes.

As per the carnivore who found his prey.

Women packing walks all the way.

If we were alone in the night breeze, dancing closely, it wouldn't be strange to be taken care of from the surroundings.

Eugene, it is a crisis of chastity. A man, though.

"Oh, Eugene, what's wrong?

Break into the women, one voice.

Thanks, I thought Eugene would be even more upset.

Indeed, a person from Eugeside came to help, because the two hills of the Lady of Lords, wearing a houjo city made bra that corrected its shape under the dress, were no longer mountain ranges. It is the Mad Mountains. It drives a man crazy, in the sense.

"Eugene, wasn't it too late? I'm sorry, guys. I don't expect Eugene to be invited to such a place, and Nong doesn't teach dance. You don't know the dance, do you, folks?

Now is the voice of help to Eugene.

He is Fabian, Lord of the Borders, his boss.

I guess the Lords came looking for me worried about Eugene, who hasn't quite returned from the bathroom.

You're finally relieved, Eugene, exhaling and approaching the lord, the guardian. A lost child?

"Oh, yes, Master Fabian"

"Mm-hmm. The elves are waiting for you. Because only Eugene and Isabel, Hal and Miss Alice can speak. Interpret it for me. If there's a woman who wants to dance, does she dance instead?

"Yes, no, that's cool. Something that makes Olga angry."

"Ah, Master Olga is beautiful nonetheless..."

"I'll see you at the tea party, Mr. Eugene. I'm inviting you, wasp."

Leaving only a few words, the women disperse from around Eugene.

I had the feeling of being gassed and grabbed by both arms of Eugene, who turned his gratitude to his lord.

"Brother Eugene! You can't have that kind of ningen! I'm not that lady!

"Reese is right! Alice, I don't like these people. '

It is Elf girl Reese and Eugene's sister-in-law Alice.

In the words of an elf, so that it is not a problem to be asked.

They both don't seem to like it when Bitch becomes Eugene's daughter-in-law and lives on the sidelines with him. I'm sure there are no other thoughts. I'm sure.

"Did Reese and Alice come to help, too? Thank you both. '

Unlike the upset earlier, smile softly at the two girls.

Eugene took off the pinch.

Or you missed your chance.

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"Oh, Cottaro. You're always the same."

In a dim room, Eugene strokes around with a cottage over her leech.

He is a dangerous man.

Finish the party, night.

Rooms were available in the Royal Palace for the invited protagonists Eugene and the Lords, Alice and Elves.

It is a private room with a maid.

Though the most lord and his wife are in one room, and the elf girl Leese seems to sleep with her parents, including what the escort means.

At best, Eugene is also a private room.

At the end of the party late in the day, it was Cottalow waiting for Eugene, who returned to his room.

I couldn't get into the ballroom during the visit, but the rooms seemed fine.

Unaccustomed costumes, tea parties for a glimpse with the king, first-person people, more importantly, carnivorous women.

With the streak of tension and, in a sense, danger to himself, Eugene must have gotten mentally tired.

Eugene seems to stroke Cottalow around for mental stability.

The cottage on the leech was greatly euphemistic, but it remained. Absolutely not without me. She is a kind woman. It's a dog, though.

"Isabelle and Hal were there, so there weren't many people around me. Ha..."

A man in his 40s stroking his dog around in a dim room while talking to Boso Boso. It is out in many ways.

And, Concon, and the sound goes off.

The sound of Eugene knocking on the door of the room.

"Hmm? Who are you at this hour? Is it Alice? Oh, maybe a maid."

Saying, Eugene lowers the cottaro to the floor and approaches the door.

Gently open the door.

There she was, a young woman.

It's not Alice.

I hide myself in a robe, but the clothes that peek slightly are obviously thin.

"... Huh? Um, room, wrong."

Eugene, who opens her mouth with Pocan, manages to squeeze out the words.

But.

"Master Eugene... Um, could you please let me in?

"Huh? Well, it's late at night, and tomorrow if you want to talk..."

"Eugene... don't let a woman be ashamed of you"

"... Yes? Huh?"

A woman approaching Eugene, who supports the door as she says, trying to dive out of the gap.

By the way, there should be a maid with Eugene waiting in front of the room.

But samurai and maids who work in the royal palace are the work of the children of the good houses.

Probably used the connection between the nobles to attach cooperation to sneak into Eugene's room.

From a woman close by, she smells good.

Blinking his eyes, Eugene tries to work his head to understand the situation.

The current situation is simple.

Night crawl.

That, too, goes from woman to man's room.

It would be a woman's maneuver to make a fait accompli to a good property Eugene.

Eugene is not a saintly prince.

The woman approached me smelled good, and as I approached her to enter the room, she wore a robe and showed off her thin clothes.

Not as much as Lady Lordship, but the Twin Hills are quite voluminous.

As Eugene likes it.

If it was just Eugene, she would have gotten on a light night crawl. No, they must have crawled in at night.

If only Eugene was in the room.

One, one, one! And a sharp squeal sounds.

A grumpy voice creeping out of Eugene's foot and swooping out her fangs prevents the woman from entering.

It is a cottage.

I'm just grumpy to say that I'm not an old man. She's a bitch.

"Cah!"

"Cottaro, Cottaro. Well, you do, yeah."

Eugene, it looks like you've been pulled back into reality.

Thanks to Cottalow.

Or because of Cottalow.

"Um, I'm going to sleep alone. You know, this kind of thing happens after we know more about you, or after we become lovers, you know?"

Gudagda and I say no, Eugene. A virgin who dreams of love.

It's a very unlikely way to say it from your 40s, but this is Eugene's best shot.

Eugene's romantic experience was only once when she was 20. Keep that, too. It is an experience to such an extent that it is not a virgin.

Whatever Eugene says, Kotalou is no stranger.

The woman who came crawling at night was also probably freaked out by the sword curtain of Cotareau.

I left something behind and just disappeared into the hallway with a quick leg.

Shut the door and relieve yourself, Eugene.

Throw your body out onto the bedroom silently.

Eugene embraced Cotareau when she jumped on the sleeping table.

"The royal palace scares me. Noble woman scared. I want to go home soon. royal palace scary. Noble woman scary."

Whimpering repeatedly with bumps, embracing the cottage until I fell asleep.

The end of spring in the twelfth year since Eugene came to this world.

Looks like Eugene managed to cross the night after the sight and party.

Be completely uncomfortable with unfamiliar environments and strangers.

Still, with all the support around, the sight and the party were publicly a point of view.

Even though it was a hot time because of it, I was allergic to meeting and dealing with women.