All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The leaves of red leaves were scattered.

From yellow, brown. The leaves of a tree that has lost water air flutter and dance in the wind as if to show the lightness of its body.

When you inhale, the air that swells your lungs is a little too cold and painful on your chest.

Seasonal boundaries that make the night air a little harsher on the skin. The slave girl stood in the square in a piercing coat.

Contrary to her natural outfit, which shifts with the season, her outfit is no different. Leather collar wrapped around neck on used piercing clothes. Raise the white painted placard and smile quietly and wait.

When the air cools, the sound sounds good.

Distant sales blurring. The sound of blowing winds shaking the streets. Even the sound of the leaves of the trees scattering will be picked up by ears.

In the autumn cold that ends with the dead leaves of the red leaves, the slave girl, remembers.

- I got away with it! haha! Those bald faces were a sight to behold!

- Yes! Thanks to my brother and sister.

-... what are we going to do now?

- The three of us, we're gonna save the world!

- Whoa, that's just great! Your brother has different dreams!

-... what my stupid brother can't even do again, I'm saying.

- Hmm, not really.

Exhale white, that day we laughed at each other.

Myself, whose nature was gloomy, and a boy who was optimistic and bright from the roots, and a chicken who was smaller or smarter than anyone else.

Oh, my God, it was just so big to say, my brother with no blood connection.

- Don't be silly if you don't listen to people. Here!

-... ugh!? This, my fucking brother, I'll kill you.

- Hey, sis! Please don't sound jade because they turned your skirt......!

- Yes, they do! Unlike the chickens and you, I'm a mutton fish!? You're gonna die of a little thing, so take care of your brother more!

-... Ichiki. You can sneak around, you stupid brother.

- Huh? Huh!?

It was supposed to be a tough day, but for some reason, it's loving.

Did I remember those days because, a while ago, I was consulted about a little girl?

Even ten years before we met, it was about the same age as that girl.

Because now that you are looking at the past is the starting point of your emotions, the memories you have seen from the present are too beautiful a past where there was something irreplaceable.

As I was immersed in the past I dug up, I felt, uh, signs of people.

A customer?

The slave girl, who thought so and looked back, opened her eyes slightly.

"Here you are..."

There he was, a man in his thirties with a platter of men.

He has a tender face with blonde hair and an atmosphere that seems to be pleasant to grow up in.

……

Even slave girls could not hide their agitation in the appearance of unexpected figures.

The brave man of salvation.

A hero who draws a single sword created by people's desires.

The junction the chickens put up for me. I thought so, but I recall that it can't even work for this brave man right away. Instead, it was even possible that he came to see how it was, attracted by the advanced junction built by Ichiki.

Why are you here? Speak up and push to kill.

"Actually, I have flesh parents in this city. And my old buddies. So if I wanted to say hello to the temple, I'd happen to see you."

From the perspective of a slave girl, did you read the suspicion? The brave man explains why he is in this city.

They say it's just a coincidence.

But I can't break the alarm of a slave girl. Jiri, retreats just a little.

"So, hoo."

I whispered the voice of the brave man who tried to say someone's name and turned the placard around.

"All Denied Slave Girls: Time, Unlimited, Free"

A brave man who saw the wording stops the words as if they had been poked in the void.

Slave girls poke their denials as they screw into empty silence.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You must be wrong."

Words are total denial, but there is no usual momentum in her husky voice. Not to mention the tone that remains vegan.

It was just a voice that wasn't amazing.

Without power, the brave man laughed.

"Right. It's not enough for you to apologize."

"Who are you? Even if someone I don't know apologizes to, I'm in trouble."

"Back then, we were just floating to victory. I didn't even think about it after the victory."

"What are you talking about? I have no idea."

"I didn't look for you, I'm sure you got away with your fortune. I don't want to imitate you chasing a loser. I was saying that.... No, you're not. I was relieved. Finally, he said it was over. That's what I thought if I didn't want to go on any further"

"I don't know when, so I'm not talking anymore."

"I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry... it's my fault"

……

"Since then, I've found out. I don't know what happened to you..."

To the brave man who apologizes and defeats, the slave girl finally silenced herself.

The brave keep bowing their heads. The brave man's gaze just before he lowered his head was poured on the collar he could wear on the slave girl.

Nothing.

To the attitude of the brave, with a little infidelity, she thinks.

I don't know what the brave man knew and imagined, but nothing, I wasn't unhappy or anything.

She has no resentment for this collar itself. Rather, I even appreciate it.

Because without this, even conversations with others are annoying.

And.

- Come on, laugh. You, your face is cheery, and you say it's faceless. Huh, you want to laugh? It's so deliberate. Soft tone, too! There you go.

-... like this, is it?

- Hahaha. You, what the fuck? Fucking hilarious!

-... I'll kill you, fucking brother.

- Hey, sis! It doesn't calm me down. Why are you making fun of your sister like that?

I fell into a place where people's dignity was ripped off. I lost my pride and entered a cage called the misfortune of man's world. Until then, the opposite position, being collared in the process of falling - so finally, I was able to have a conversation with someone for the first time in my life.

I didn't want to be called a tragedy and apologized for.

Will you please go home? I think so, but somehow the brave man imprisoned on his own blame has no sign of movement.

Slave girl opens her mouth.

"I have no idea who you're talking about..."

How should we talk? After being lost, he cut it out with the wording of all denials.

"I'm sure whoever you say escaped exactly what you thought."

……

looks up all the time.

"Oh, that can't be right. No. I've been looking into it ever since. Look it up, I know...!

"I don't care if they say they looked it up or something."

Slave girls nod their faces at the gaze that is poured into sympathy for the collar.

"I'm sure the child and the others fled with their personal possessions, disguised where they were going and left them, and they're still living in the countryside of the border. The girl you speak of knows neither her stupidity nor the sinfulness of her being, and she is determined to live a muddy and happy life."

The slave girl tells the brave.

"There was no such thing as what you said you looked into."

"That's why..."

"It's okay. That's what I'm talking about. You're on the side of justice. You defeated the evil master. Congratulations, it's over."

Behind the brain of a slave girl, the soprano voice of one boy sounds.

- Ma, I'm free anyway. Me, you and Ichiki. There's nothing three brothers and sisters can do!

- Ha-ha-ha, that's right! Even if blood doesn't connect, our bond is one! It's the best in the world.

-... one, there's a miscellaneous fish I won't talk to you about.

- You mean me!? You mean me!

She doesn't resent the brave because she met her beloved brothers and sisters.

So while she thanked the brave, she couldn't forgive him.

"Admit that anyone who doesn't need your help is in this world."

Because there's definitely someone this guy couldn't help.

"If I find out, I'll just disappear. Pee!"

Spitting gestures. Slave girl turns the placard upside down.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"

No matter how stupid you seem or how odd you look, this is what you do now.

The slave girl quietly grinned, grinning and chewing with a softly handmade placard in her mouth crying with the chicken.

There's nothing more to talk about.

The relationship between a slave girl and a brave man is like that.

He and I have never had a voice in the past. More than that, there can't be anything.

……

……

Silent, facing each other for a few seconds.

The brave man, whose apology was never accepted until the end, relaxes and returns his heel.

revolution to which he once contributed. An emperor whose popular resentment was poured out that he had laid down repression and tormented the people.

Too few people know that it was less than ten young children at the time.

Make sure the brave man walks away, and the slave girl, closes her eyes gently.

-... so? What happened to the paranoia about saving the world?

- No paranoia. Demons come from people's nasty thoughts, don't they?

- That's right. Dungeons were established by the magic that leaked out of a person's emotional realm over their collective lives. So the demon that does harm to people...

- Uh, I'm not sure, so I don't mind the details. Finally, I wish there was someone in town who would take people's nasty feelings.

I said that with my hands wide open, worn out, thin dirty, normal boy.

A voice that was bright. A glowing smile. Boy soprano like blessing the world.

- I know because I'm weak! If you ever get tired or annoyed, that makes you feel like a demon too! That's the only way! So, if anyone takes such a person's stupidity, I'm sure the demon will disappear from the dungeon as well. If you scream stupid and refresh, you won't feel bad about it, will you?

Nor is it the product of a mystery like mine.

I don't have any deep knowledge, like a chicken.

- That's how you dissipate malice, and the dungeon becomes a crystal of people's goodwill!

My voice was beautiful.

A soprano voice boy, grabbed from his hometown for such nonsense, with a collar and a price tag.

- If I could do that, even a mischievous fish guy like me would be a hero who saved the world! What do you think?

Of course, that's not possible.

Dungeons are, indeed, made of people's emotions. So, if the malice of the townspeople does not remain and disappear, there may indeed be no demons from the dungeon. Only, in theory.

But reality, people's malice doesn't disappear. The degree of malice that can be smashed into the table is a very whisper.

- I'm free now. Dreams are big, you do the business of saving the world. Ten minutes at a time, 1000 Lynn. Heh, get a sign and encourage a lot of people.

-... after all, my fucking brother's idea is crap.

- That's right! No, brother! If I had such a weird sign, a scumbag would show up trying to ask my sister to do something weird!

- Then you'll be in total denial when you defend yourself! If you have a chicken, you're pretty much okay, right? First of all, this guy himself is really strong. Instead, I'm the one in danger. Protect me, my sisters.

- Yes! We will do everything we can to protect you!

-... Wow. He is eager to do so.

The crappy imagination of three children with collars talking to each other as they fled the animals.

"All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn"

"All Denied Slave Girls: Time, Unlimited, Free"

The slave girl puts a placard in her mouth.

She already knows.

That it's just a limitless and meaningless act.

That you can't save the world if you do this.

If it weren't - it wouldn't have existed after just a fairy tale, such as' Stricter Necessary Evil Than The Knights'.

And even after the fairy tale became a calf reality and the slave girl started standing here, the demon that was no longer born in the dungeon would be only slight.

Still, still.

"Slave girl!

A regular Mr. Sister came running over.

Slave girls, who were dealing with brave men and raising tensions unknowingly, loosen their mouths all the time.

There has been a lot of use of a boy here lately, but she's still the best customer.... Speaking of which, is that boy kind of losing weight day by day but is it ok?

With that in mind, the slave girl receives Mr. Sister's retrieved thousand phosphorus.

Three brothers and sisters with no blood connection told me that day, a dream of a thousand phosphorus enough for once.

"I'm tired today, too! Yes, Thousand Lins!

"Good job today!!!!! Huh!"

With a shaped dream, the slave girl sounded the husky voice with a bright smile today.