Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

Today was a dark day. Well, if you think you're going to bed... you can't sleep. Are you Tartarus Manju? Can I cry if I'm pushed? I want to sleep, but you had torture for not letting me sleep.

"Why am I being gutted by everyone?

It's a formation called Dilk to the right, Milfi to the left, Huck to the head, Sabo to the foot, Fumaru and Gora to the stomach as well. This would be awesome if I could sleep.

"Because I was anxious."

"I don't know what to do when Rosalind is gone..."

My best friend with tears on the left, my darling with tears on the right, sorry to make you anxious but cute. Are you going to adore me and die? I reached left and right in boredom and nadenaded. Both are getting sleazy... I wonder if Milfi is too deleterious. It's a treat. Dilk is a stable cutie. If you're alone, you're definitely making me say goodbye. Too bad.

"Rosalind, I know you're gonna be okay. Hey, I was anxious, so just let me stay on your side today?

"Alj, Isho"

"Dakeda today. Everybody's anxious, Datta."

"Rosalind, Tanom"

If my cute kids ask me to, I can't say I don't like it.

"Got it. Let's all sleep together. It's just for today."

And I quickly fell asleep because I was tired. Who is it? I said I can't sleep. Apparently I was quite thick.

And the morning after I slept well. I'm coming to Wolfaneer Cathedral today with an escort. I am held by Milfi and Dilk to avoid getting lost. Pity, but that's a reward! It's a flower in both hands!

Old times, Wolfaneer had a woman called the Virgin. The Virgin fought bravely and bravely and married a Silver Wolf youth. You think the descendants are now royalty?

Unfortunately, Virgin, they also have many things left behind but lost.

"What is supposedly lost, what is it?

"Especially, it's seasoning and cooking. In her late years, the Virgin was vigorously engaged in the development of a food culture, during which she seemed to have had a variety of dishes. Seasoning has spread to other countries and remains… the people of Wolfaneer are somewhat of a mess, so the food has become obsolete."

I raised my hand and asked a question to the Great Cleric who was explaining and guiding me.

"By the way, do you know the name of the dish?

"Meat Jagga, Chikzuenni, Hambagu, Omluias, etc."

……

Holy Virgin, why did you live in Wolfaneer! Kristia would have stayed right, wouldn't her name even be subtle! The Virgin is definitely Japanese. I wonder if it was because of the Virgin who was the giver that miso, soy sauce and bonito things became popular.

"Meat jugga is meat potato?

Curtis asked. Well understood. You're sensitive to what you like.

"Maybe."

"Oh, my God! Does the Virgin of Meat also know the dishes of the Virgin of Salvation?

Yabe, they were asking. The Great Cleric was an Orc of Côte d 'Ivoire. Don't shake your tail. Don't sparkle. I wasn't planning on making it, but I'm not planning on making it in bulk.

"Other givers told me..."

I noticed trying to cloud the words appropriately. Don't you have a diary of the Virgin or something?

"You can tell me the recipe, but was it worth it?

"Consideration, is it?

"I also learned to write to a giver who taught me meat potatoes. I'd like to see if I can read what the Virgin left behind."

The Great Cleric thought about it and then gave me permission. What the Virgin left behind was a diary. Apparently he wasn't a giver, he was forced to summon him. Sorrow, anger is spelled out at first. I mean, you can summon or something.

The last one spelled out cooking memoirs and that I was happy. And it says that in order not to let a victim like yourself out, it made summoning impossible by direct judgment to God.

God, are you real?

Hey, more details there! I think so, but the bugs ate me and I couldn't read it. Manage it properly!!

"Did you read it?

"I could read it, but the pivotal part was eaten by insects, and I couldn't read it."

A high priest who distracts from his gaze. Management is really Zusan, isn't it? Why did you live in Wolfaneer, Virgin!

And the rice still seems to have been varietally improved by the Virgin. They say rice is strictly controlled as the heritage of the Virgin and can only be eaten by royalty. Besides, they eat it with porridge. Waste. I think freshly cooked rice is the supreme.

If you think about anything like that, it's noisy out there. I opened the window, looked out, and closed it. Lock and cross the line.

Dirk snapped his neck.

"What's going on? Rosalind."

Dilk trying to look outside. Don't look outside! My eyes rot!

But too bad he's getting closer this way! Eyes on your eyes! To pervert, pervert!!

I hit Gora (perverted mode) as a target.

As a result, the perverts have returned with understanding. Why not!!

Wow! It's getting worse!

An unfortunate handsome man who grew white flowers on the head of a fine macho wonderful flesh beauty wrapped only with leaves around his groin, and a collaboration of a nuzzled ossan with thick and gashy arms like a round too and fussy chimchigory-matchy minisca raw-footed magic girl-style costume with shin hair, arm hair and chest hair! If you hit a pervert, figure it out or something, why not! Don't put your shoulders together!

Visual violence. Ah!

Eyes! Eyes!

"Relieving troubled lambs zo magic girl earthbound guard see ginseng!!

Osama showed tremendous destructive power in his vision, which he sadly posed for. This is a living hazardous substance. The scratch was no longer a spinal reflex.

"Don't let Osama name the girl! What's that bullshit name! You pervert!!

Once added or subtracted, Harrison burst. Osama splashes his nosebleeds and flies.

"Archbishop, come on!?

Osama was the greatest Osama in the Cathedral. Me to be preached in the front seat. But I don't regret it. Because Osama became a normal Osama thanks to my scratching. Later, I snuck in with my brother, Blackie, Blackie, Milfi... and everyone praised me! It must have been hard for everyone!

"No, but blowing up transformed me is a boulder."

Osama, a golimacho rabbit dressed in regular, refreshing clothes. I am horrified that I no longer feel anything about it to this extent.

"I would like to tell the Archbishop something urgent and prompt"

I explained the magic girl while sitting in the front seat. That that costume is intended for women, it is also intended for children to pre-adults.

To be honest, nothing but perverse when worn by adult men. If you don't want to be treated like a pervert because you're no longer a visual violence, magic girl? explained that you should stop.

"But this is the legacy of the Virgin of Salvation. It was handed down from generation to generation by the Archbishop of this cathedral, using this magic trick to save the wounded."

"By the way, what do the others think about the transformation of the Archbishop"

The priests turned a blind eye at once. Everyone thought you were a pervert, didn't they? I understand. The Archbishop made me grip the magic stick.

"The Virgin of the Meat will see how wonderful it is if you try to use this simmer too!

I had a little idea. Ask Dirk.

"Do you want to see my magic girl?

"I want to see"

It was just an instant answer. Then I have no choice. Pour magic into the stick. Huh? Something's on my own...

"Miracle, Killameki, Metamorphose!

Spells!! Sicato my will, my mouth speaks at will.

"I'll help you get lost Lamb Magic Girl Rosaline Lynn Coming Up!!

That's a weird name!! Awesome! Disabled ear decorations!?

"Ya can finally move normally..."

Excuse me, gentlemen. Don't pull. It wasn't my intention until just now.

"That's cute."

"Normally cute"

Nodding brothers. If you think about it, there's no way I can have more impact than Osama just did. Everyone said they were cute.

For a moment, but I felt this costume was great. It's definitely my fault.

Is this, like, a brainwashing effect on the gear guy or something? I felt the Virgin's malice in her adorable magic girl costume. You were awfully angry. Or was he cheating and laughing? And you can't tell me anymore? Either way, for sure. This is the black history of the Virgin of Salvation. You're leaving a terribly negative legacy!

If Wolfaneer leaves such a subtle monkey, it's time to leave Japanese food behind. Perhaps, but I think the ear decoration effect did not wash the brain well or the effect expired.

It is a terrible effect to temporarily screw down all abnormal invalid accessories. The gap between looking like a toy that kids are going to like is awesome.

The stick emitted soft light, changing the shape.

"Ooh... Majocco = Succubus, did you recognize the Virgin of Meat as the Lord?

Clerics who make noise like that. You guys, you want me to dispose of this. You don't like being born and using it, and you don't want to see the magic girl Osama. I understand.

"Honestly, Mr. Stick, I have the rings, and the rings work better, so you don't need them."

You were shocked with Gunn, the stick turned white.

And the stick apparently caused a strike, which stopped working. It's good to prevent a pollution called Magic Girl Osama.

Jess also seemed to have quite a few thoughts about this stick and was appreciated. There were times when grandparents from other countries saw the magic girl Osama and lost her hips, when some kings said that was a disgrace to the country after all, and the cathedral prevented travelers from visiting, and the magic girl Osama seemed to have been a headache seed for many years, even wolfanaeally.

It's just that for once it's a national treasure. Why seal it in the treasure trove... it wasn't... it's going to rest. I hope it won't be used again. Instead I gave you a wand with the magic amplification effect I made. The effect is to the same extent. I relieved myself from my heart and pulled a little to the priests who offered their gratitude in tears. That was hard, wasn't it? Surely that magic girl Osama was tough every day!

I thought I did a good job myself. Only the Archbishop seemed sorry, but I decided not to see it.