All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

A black shadow stood in Ren's sight.

Demons with their bodies covered in crusts without gaps so that even full body armor can wrap around them. The big jaw where the chisel meets the chisel. There was a giant insect in front of me that was as long as a person's back.

The way it looks, Ant. It is a herd, and there is no self. An emotionless move like being controlled to one of the ends and stuck to efficiency. group organisms such as those embodying dominance.

If the dungeon is a gathering of people's emotions, then this sight should also be in people's minds.

But what part of a person's emotions does this inorganic demon come from?

"Ha!

Ren waves his sword fearlessly against such a demon that he cannot help but have such doubts.

Weapon reinforcement to physical enhancement. Melee magic that allows you to accumulate experience and exercise it sensibly. Magic operations to fight increase Ren's abilities.

The blade that slapped the black crust cracks the demon's head.

The head is bisected and the opponent still moves. Because it mimics insects, or for another reason? Losing your head doesn't kill you easily.

Ren doesn't stop moving. the center of the body and the lower abdomen. Break three paracerebrals. Rather than killing, it is fitting that the demon of the ants stops moving and collapses.

"Ugh!

Exhaled sharply, Ren doesn't do anything to float in a single victory.

I don't have time to stop alone. Go on, with the second and third. Sharp, with a sword that shredded off the excess, he chopped off the verse-grown forelegs, sometimes crossing with giant ants in a fighting technique that also mixed hand-to-hand fisting.

Of course, Ren as well as other party members do more than equal.

Especially three of the four main players are going into the nest hole and hunting queen ants.

Remaining, four men, including Ren, and five senior adventurers, including bowmen, are turning into otri and throwing soldier ants out of their nest holes.

There are still senior adventurers of bowmen on the ground, but it doesn't mean his cover is weighed only at Len's. Arrow witchcraft that prepares you for the situation and sharpen your opponent's flock. Instead of a move to follow the immature, do the real thing about his role as a rear guard instead of treating the avant-garde as a wall.

As one of the avant-gardes, Ren is starting to function without a shortage. Collaboration around, skill as an individual. Both are becoming well equipped. Feeling it, the bowman's senior adventurer flaunts his mouth, yet arrows. The unleashed arrows devour into the belly of a flock of ants and cause a huge explosion to shred.

That's how struggling the ground is.

"... heh"

A sorceress who came out of her nest after successfully completing the Queen Ant crusade is blinded by Ren's activism by leaking her exhale first.

Soldier ants are never weak demons. The crust that covers their bodies has a strength to play, if it is a human attack without physical strengthening, and no weapon enhancement. Moving is not fast, but a thorough collective method of warfare by mechanical means is threatening.

That's what Len is trying to beat.

Scared by one of the nothing demons, the boy who ripped his luggage apart. When the sorceress looked down on him as useless on his first day, he is growing up that was unthinkable when he had just entered the party.

Besides, what does a sorceress think?

I don't know, a female swordsman smiles at how the sorceress is looking at Ren's first battle.

"Pfft. You're doing your best, Ren. I know I'd look at it unintentionally. Wow."

"- Huh!? Hey, we did it!

The sorceress, pointing out the tip of her gaze and reacting slightly hypersensitively to Bikun, leaves her for a minute.

Breathing in and calming down her spirit, she turned away, soaked her face.

"No. I'm just paying attention because that rookie is dangerous.... as a senior!

Releasing a slightly too strong denial, the sorceress, who left redness on her cheeks, plunges into the flock of ants. Its power to burn and chop soldier ants without mistake is still a few steps above that of Ren, even if it is narrowed to melee combat alone.

Oh, and laughing, the female swordsman waves her sword. Several demons stopped by, collectively chopped up and dispersed. The leader, who missed the two with his face, activates the junction with a secret sign and releases purification with the designation of a range.

After all, Ren's power is still immature and developing.

But Ren was also finally starting to grow enough to put him on a comparable amount to them.

It's been an early week since Ren started going to slave girls mainly by cutting food bills.

Ren was in excellent shape.

"You still have zero failures today!

I didn't stand out and merit anything, but for a beginner like Ren, the joy is great that he can fight without pulling his legs around.

Lately, I'm getting stronger.

I have a real feeling about it. My horizons widened during the battle. I'm starting to be able to move the way I want. I've found my part on my own. It doesn't extend to the four main players, nor does it mix with the other four to pull their legs.

I can't wait to be happy with that.

"You owe this to Slave Girl too!

Ren smiles and affirms why he's been doing so well these days.

Definitely. Since I started going to Slave Girls, I've been feeling better.

At first, I felt like approaching a slave girl properly, but I can get that out of my mind and feel confident as a single user.

Slave girls work great.

Anyway, it's impossible to be human, stress free every day, etc. No, it's not just stress shouting. Tell the slave girl what she accomplished today and have her all affirmed. With that happy voice, I can't help but be happy when I'm fully affirmed of what I've built up. I feel like doing more.

I mean slave girls who praise and stretch.

The full affirmation of the slave girl is no longer viable. This is exactly what great days are all about.

I can't think of any days without slave girls. One slave girl a day. I totally got it as Len's routine.

That's why today and at the end of my adventure I went to a square with a slave girl, and I met someone I knew on the way.

"Oh, Len."

"Oh, hello"

A woman in her mid-twenties, with a somewhat clear atmosphere. I mean, he's a regular Mr. Sister.

The path from the temple to Park Square. In other words, both destinations are the same: to go see a slave girl. I greet him with a smile, saying that he wasn't close enough to make a mistake.

"Ren, are you going to go to Slave Girl's now, too?

"Yes, it is!

Thank you, Mr. Sister. It seems that the end time of exploration for the Rens' party often overlaps with her exit time. I've never been on the road together before, as I am today, but I was often mistaken in squares with slave girls.

"Recently, Len, you seem to be doing well, too. After all, when you start going to slave girls, the tightening of your day is different."

"When you get all affirmations at the end of the day, fulfillment is like different, isn't it? If you have good things, you can get all the affirmations you want for good things, and if you have bad things, you can encourage them to get all the affirmations. Sleeping after I left isn't the same as before!

"It is! A perfect day's tightening means a slave girl. I feel sorry for someone who doesn't know a slave girl."

"Definitely! Oh, me, I'm going to continue to be an adventurer, and I want to continue to have a good relationship with all the Sisters."

"Pfft. Me, too. The adventurers are customers, and I'd be glad to have more decent kids like you, Len."

Same slave girl. Lovers talk to each other, sounds like they're smiling, but the truth is different. It is a far-fetched confirmation that we should not talk about each other's stupidity outside.

Anyway, Len and Mr. Sister are familiar. Besides, it's easy to meet each other on a daily basis at work: Sister of the Temple and an adventurer exploring the dungeon. If you sprinkle the stupidity around screaming at a slave girl, you'll be in a very troubled situation.

or so, we have trouble making each other's slave girls unavailable. It is a daily healing. It is a daily vitality. These two can't help but scream at the slave girl about what happened that day.

That's why what I told Slave Girl is absolutely irrelevant, and we're holding each other back while avoiding any explicit remarks.

"Speaking of which, Len, have you lost any weight lately? Are you okay? Are you eating properly?

"Huh? It's all right at all. Instead, I'm feeling better."

Ren replies with a bright look that he is in excellent shape on a different topic.

Of course Ren hasn't eaten much lately.

Ren is shredding his life to get a thousand phosphorous once.

The first sacrifice when cutting the cost of living is the cost of food and the last sacrifice is also the cost of food. In other words, Ren's food situation is minimal right now. I am forced to eat unprecedented coarse foods.

But strangely, Ren is doing better. Obviously, the amount of magic is rising, and its operation is getting better. Rather, these days, you can live with just water and salt, right? That's the feeling. In fact, it's as if I haven't had a problem saying that I've only been living with water and salt since yesterday. Instead, I was admiring it.

"I didn't know that. Human beings had a lot of extra stuff, didn't they? My body is light. I've never felt this way before!

Ren speaks hot. Humans are a chopping block to get stronger. Doing so will sharpen your senses. The excess is shredded away, which makes it sharp.

Yes, I'm trying to reach the truth.

"Me, I'm getting a little bit figured out. Strength lies ahead of the curse of the flesh!

"Oh, yes..."

Mr. Sister was pulling slightly.

Speaking of which, I think someone I knew who was in fasting training was eventually like this, but Mr. Sister tried not to think too deeply. Honestly, Len and Mr. Sister aren't related enough to go deep into the private sector. If you think you're saying something weird, gently take a step back and don't touch it. That's one way to facilitate relationships.

That's how we arrive at the square as we chat and discuss it.

"Oh."

Mr. Sister leaked an unfortunate voice because he had a client.

Standing in front of a slave girl who hides her mouth with a placard is a man who looks fit and serious.

"That's a knight."

"Knight, is it?"

Len puts on his neck without knowing why Mr. Sister decided.

Sure, he's a man of good stature, but it's also possible that he's a manual worker in another profession, and that could be the adventurer. Of course I'm not wearing a knight's team uniform. None. It is natural to doubt that it will be something that can be discerned solely by appearance.

But Mr. Sister was absolutely confident.

"Yeah, I can tell by the way you muscle"

Normally, is it something you can understand?

To Len, who deepens his suspicions further, Mr. Sister continues to explain.

"Unlike adventurers, the Knights are unified in how they train, so they feel similar in muscle building. You know, the part about the monk hat muscle - you see, the way that the front saw muscle came on! That was definitely the result of the Knights' bareback training!

"No, I have no idea"

"Really? Len, you haven't either!

Ren doesn't even know where the area Mr. Sister is talking about. Perhaps Mr. Sister and Ren have different destinations.

But Ren, who heard that man was a knight, caught a slightly disturbing hunch.

Are you here to take control?

When I heard about the knight, it was possible that it came first to Ren's head.

It is something that never will be. This is the park square. It's obviously a public place. Whatever the business is, there must be administrative clearance.

Besides, Ren thinks.

Slave girls seem to be a little involved with the back social stuff. I tried not to think deeply, but in that connection, I assume that the knight came to explore.

Len and Mr. Sister, as the two watched, the knight man took out a thousand lins.

"Now please"

It's a tough tone, but it was usually a customer.

Slave girl smiling truly receives a thousand lins from the knight.

The hidden mouth is revealed and the beauty of the slave girl is exposed.

"Ok!!!! Enough from now on, scream everything you want to say!!!!!! ahhh!"

A good husky voice echoed in the square, with a crisp smile.