All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

How long has it been?

Len, who wept to the point of exhaustion, brutally muddled his own face, which was shagging.

The less time I felt, the more I cried.

Still, my heart was lighter than it was when I came here.

Ren finally stands up, thanking the girl in front of him.

"Thanks"

It was five letters with all the emotions we have now.

……

The in-person girlfriend is already back to being a slave girl as usual.

Wear a piercing coat, grab a placard, and smile truly.

Ren tried to leave Thousand Lins again, or even the whole purse, but the slave girl with the placard in her mouth shook her head sideways as she sifted.

If you don't want it, that seems to be the case.

"Oh well."

I get the feeling that I'm sorry for not being able to reward her, but at the same time I think maybe that's okay.

What she gave me, I can't put it into words. I can't replace money. So one day, somehow, we'll give it back.

Ren felt once again the weight of what people thought, what they owed.

It was when I bowed my head again and turned my heel back.

"Slave girl!

What echoed in the square was the voice of a regular Mr. Sister.

Running into the square as usual, she stops Ren in the eye and squeals "Oh". It is Mr. Sister, who is in charge of treating adventurers. Ren must have remembered his face because he had taken care of him several times since he started doing avant-garde too.

Mr. Sister, who pinched his own outfit in his personal clothes for only a moment, shrugs his shoulders. "Come on," he snapped small and turned to Ren.

"Yeah, sure, Len, right?"

"Yes."

While answering with a little surprise that her name was also remembered, Ren, who was trying to get away from here, is surprised that she spoke to her.

What can I do for myself, Mr. Sister, who is supposed to be here to see a slave girl?

Mr. Sister tells Ren softly that his suspicious emotions are in his voice.

"I woke up, that girl."

Breathtaking.

That girl, is who. It's obvious because Mr. Sister is going out of his way to tell us here.

It's up to that blonde sorcerer.

Ren listens, exhaling softly and carefully.

"Is it true?"

"It's true. You're lying to me."

"Um, sequelae and all that..."

"No! Who do you think your sister is? I won't leave a single scar on a girl!

Mr. Sister, uh, strained his chest.

Guaranteed with confidence, the grin of relief spilled.

"Ah, ha ha."

Exactly.

That's right, I foolishly refresh slave girls here every day, and I do my best for my daily work, Mr. Wow Sister.

"Good... Really, good..."

"Yeah. Good for you."

Ms. Sister loosened her eyes when she saw Ren, who was still so relieved that she seemed to weep.

"Enter through the back gate of the temple, turn left and go up the stairs poking at you, the fifth private left hand room on the third floor"

"Yes?"

I don't really understand the meaning of the lined words, but I do.

To Ren like that, Mr. Sister winks.

"I really shouldn't be out of time, but go see him if you like. The party leader's gone, and she's just woken up and lonely."

"... Yikes!

Keep your head down to Mr. Sister, and Ren heads to the temple.

Not at all, no match.

You're supposed to be coming to spit out the depressing stupidity of your job on a slave girl, but you're not even a great acquaintance. You're taking care of Ren, and you're taking care of the witch magician's heart, and you're taking her in a better direction.

This world is full of amazing people who can't really fathom themselves.

Ren leads through the square to the path back to the temple.

And behind it.

"Hey, listen! Someone from intensive care can come in today! It was so hard!!

"Very good job!!!!!!!!!"

The screams I heard from behind accidentally leaked a bitter laugh.

I just couldn't remember the intrusion route as I was told.

I can't dress up to go back to whatever it takes.

I only remembered that it was somewhere on the third floor through the back entrance, so Ren went into the temple and about - checked every room.

The temple, established with the dungeon, is divided into two main sanctuaries.

A chapel that covers the entrance to the dungeon with the faith of man. This is where Ren uses it on a daily basis.

It is also a treatment center (Axlepayon) for healing adventurers.

The general public also uses a lot of facilities, but it's already staying up late. Outpatient visits, including visits, are due in no time. He walks sneaky through the hallway of the temple illuminated by magic lights, saying that if he were to be blamed, he would be expelled.

"What are you doing?

"Wow!?

On the voice from his back, Biku Len's shoulder jumped.

It was the sorceress who was supposed to be at rest who called out from behind.

A girl who seems to grow up well, but only her eyes hang tight. The blonde hair, which is usually two-sided up, was now completely grated and straightened out.

"Are you a senior? Why are you in the hallway?

"Why, I just brought some water because I'm thirsty,"

As she said, the water spill is gripped in her hand. The clothes are also white that can be worn by temple patients. Its simplicity was reminiscent only slightly of the slave girl's outfit.

"I'm sick, and shouldn't I ask the Sister guy not to get up in about water?

"That's good. Manpower is not right for sex. - So, what about you?

The sorceress turns a suspicious eye.

Surely if you think objectively, the suspicious are of Len. Or it's actually an intruder.

Haha, and I laugh deceptively and put my head behind me.

"No, I've been a little sneaky when I heard my senior woke up"

"You snuck in..."

For Ren's sake, look away.

"Well, fine. This is the sanctuary where I was left alone. What are you talking about? Come on."

"Yes. Oh, I'll hold the water."

to the Sanctuary (Abaton). In short, it is the accommodation of a patient who has been determined to require long-term treatment.

I honestly didn't think it was strange to be told, but unexpectedly, Ren's visit was well received.

Immediately after intensive care, I guess I'm still tired. The sorceress back in the room immediately lays down on the sleeping table.

What shall we talk about?

An apology for making a gap because of me, or an appreciation for getting help?

"About today."

When Ren was lost in words, unexpectedly, he spoke from a sorceress.

'Cause it's not your fault.

Sticky tone, but it was an unexpected word.

"It was my decision that made you look bad. My tactics using your immaturity. Did you do anything at your discretion then? You couldn't."

"Yes. In front of me, to the best of my ability..."

"Well, that was my fault, after all, my feat."

Ren is overwhelmed by words of ordinary tone but often strength.

"It's all mine that inspired the decision hit on that intelligent (intelligence) demon (monster).... my wounds were mine without a drop of blood."

What is told is pride in holding onto everything you've done and not letting go. The strength of an overwhelming grip on things faced.

Failure or success, it doesn't matter. Grab it together and pull it inside you. There is no such thing as a priceless bitch in my process. No matter how much she fails, whether she hurts or bleeds, she feeds without letting go of remorse or pain.

So there will be consequences.

Overwhelming Selfish Thoughts (egoism). individualism (individual) to get out of and superior to others in line.

She shoots through Ren with the eyes of a slit length that sometimes looks like an arrogant shore.

"So I'm not gonna split it with you."

Even at the same age, it's like a different mindset.

Myself and her. I can see why the intensity is different.

She's a strong person.

"Really?"

Oh, fuck yeah.

Ren closes his eyes for a moment.

It's blind, damn it.

I'm sure she won't use slave girls.

A witch magician should feel unreasonable about a man who spits out his weakness. She should look like a child who likes and dislikes her face "because of the smell" in front of her nutritious peppers.

I guess apologizing to her for not giving me the pain of the wound is out of line.

Then there's only one word to give her today.

"Crusade for the intelligent (intelligence) demons (monsters),"

"Of course."

To the meritorious Ren, the sorceress nods.

And I said on the first day, "I'm sorry."

It's like something stuck in your back teeth.

"Well, what is it? I think you're working harder than I thought, yeah. That time... uh, tough way to put it... tough? Well, yeah. That's it, right? Anyway, that, yeah. Because that's what I'm talking about."

I guess I'm not used to praising people and apologizing to them. Much like a lot of things, I still retract my past words.

Ren laughs bitterly at how she looks.

Speaking of which, the hit had only slowed a little lately, but I didn't think he cared about what the first day said.

In fact, I think the words of the sorceress were just facts.

He would have seemed unmotivated because he was the one who didn't even know what to do, such as Ren, who had just entered the party, and he's so reminded that he doesn't like what he has no talent for right now.

"haha"

"What are you laughing at?"

I'm staring. These strengths of mind are as if they were unchanged.

"No, I don't know, yes. Nothing, sir."

I can't tell you even if my mouth is ripped, such as I thought there were cute places.

So after all, my goal is to keep up with this guy of my generation.

I can't keep losing, trying to be reminded of the difference in strength to respect.

It's not cool to declare war on her sick girlfriend, though, so I'm off the record.

"Still, it works to be comforting when you're weak."

"That's all."

Why would a sorceress thank "all"? I don't remember being comforted by a sorceress, so maybe she's responding appropriately.

I'm just a little mucked when I'm overheard of events that were touching for me.

"Don't listen to me too much. What I got today was a really good word."

"Oh, yeah?

Yes, it is.

For some reason, Ren nods forcefully at the witch magician with a slightly illuminating face.

You comforted Len today, a quiet husky voice.

Really, the slave girl's words worked. It worked too well.

You know, it's against the rules.

I don't know if there will come a moment when you can like yourself, like the slave girl said. I don't feel like I know what it means to be born.

However, I was clearly aware that there was one more thing I loved in this world.

"I'm starting to like you."

"What?... Huh!?

For some reason the sorceress raised her bare voice.

Ren looks at his opponent's face surprised to see what's going on.

"Hey, what is it all of a sudden!?

"Uh, oh, excuse me. Sure, it's sudden."

When I woke up with intensive care, a rookie broke into the temple and suddenly started talking about love when I thought I started having distracting chats in a private room. Take it for a witch magician, it'll be too sudden.

Ren doesn't realize he inadvertently pulled out the subject 'liked' in an earlier line, and cheeks at the first of the chatter topics he offers.

"Haha...... Surely all of a sudden you have trouble being told this."

"No, I mean trouble, that's the problem...!

The behaving suspiciously sorceress had let her gaze wander over there for a while, but exhales loudly to get her breathing ready. That's an adventurer who has crossed the dead line many times. I know how to get my spirit in order.

However, there was a slight redness on her cheek.

"Wow, I'm sorry, but I can't live up to your feelings. Um... you're working with someone. I want to go further as an adventurer - because I definitely have a goal I need to catch up with."

I don't know what you're after.

It's just that her cleavage eyes clearly show the way.

After saying that much, somehow the sorceress wanders her gaze with a lack of core.

"So, I don't know, I don't know how much time I'm spending on every relationship, yeah. That sort of thing. Ok!?

"Ha, right"

Somehow it was the last time I was reverse-guirred, but this guy is right. Ren lightly agrees.

Even though I don't even know the background, it would be hard to answer, even if they talked to me about it in love.

As the sorceress put it, the slave girl dealt with Ren at work. At the end of the day, it must have been annoying or hearty of her service to have rolled at her feet extensively in her own workplace. I know exactly that extent, even Len doesn't have to be advised.

In the first place, I heard your current response and found out.

I'm not the right person for romantic counseling or anything.

It's just that if I pull here, my feelings will lie. So just make your stance clear.

"But I can't contain this feeling."

"Huh!"

Ren looks them in the eye and says it all out.

You can't lie to the emotions you're born with.

For some reason, the sorceress turns a bright red face. Boiled octopus-like complexion. Hot air is still coming out.

He moaned his mouth and shook his hands, losing his words.

From earlier on, thank you. The sorceress reacted strangely.

"What's wrong with you? - Ha! Maybe you're not feeling well or something!?

"Chi, no!

Was there a curse left, or is the wound not blocked? The sorceress, who played Ren's hand stretched out on her forehead to gauge the heat, wears a blanket to escape.

A sorceress twirls into a white blanket to hide on the bedside, intimidating.

"Oh, oh, my God, you're not aware of how embarrassing I said it!?

"Ha...?

Ren blinks with a pussy.

You're surprisingly novice, like turning your face so bright red against someone else's love counseling. This guy.

Ren's feelings were rather calmed by the seemingly excessive sorceress reaction.

"Well, that's all for today! I'm so glad the wound healed safely. Bye!"

It's trespassing, albeit for sympathy in the first place. Even though this is a private room, it was a little too noisy, and Sister on duty would be pissed off and stuck out.

The sorceress doesn't seem to have any sequelae, either, as Mr. Regular Sister said. We've accomplished our purpose, and we should probably go home now.

"Oh, hey..."

The sorceress called me off, but I can't stay long.

"- Huh. Hey, what the heck...!

Without knowing, for example, that the remaining sorceress was to fall into a jittery feather on her bedside for a while, Ren sneaks out and returns to the night lane through the back gate of the temple.

Until a short while ago the warm night air is cooling down. I make sure the air switches and feel it on my skin that summer is about to end.

The day progresses and the seasons change.

The irrevocable hasn't happened.

Tomorrow, I can do my best.

So let's live laughing.

Not yet, from now on.

You can't lose, I think. I'm going to lose, and I'm going to harden my heart.

People stronger than themselves are flooded with the world.

But even I want to be strong.

So I'm not giving up.

If you still can't stand it, go to that square.

All affirmations of a thousand phosphorus enough at once. I really don't have the power to grasp the future I want with as much grip as that sorceress sometimes has a place to spit out at the severity of the journey.

That could be weakness.

But the sorceress doesn't have it. Maybe that'll make her strong someday.

Wouldn't you?

Asked himself, Ren looks at the moon.

White moon floating in the night sky. Reminds me of the voice of a slave girl in a silver light. Overlay with the voice of that girl who fell in love with her own heart, open her mouth and affirm.

"Damn, you're right!

In this corner of the world, the full affirmation of the bright boy echoed.