All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Ren, who had been transported to the temple's treatment facility on an empty stomach, had left the temple with a brief diagnosis and no problems.

I fell and woke up. For what it's worth, I'm not sick. It would be thanks to a good eating of the nutritious food served in the temple.

"Three days. Rest day."

I run into the overwhelming obstacle of having no money, trying to assemble my plans with what to do on the vacation I was given as I headed home. Just use it for food and you're done. I mean, there's nothing I can do but eat and grill.

"Ah, Mr. Ren. Was it okay?

Speaking up, Ren returns to me all the time.

It's a regular Mr. Sister. My colleagues or seniors at work, when I did, and I was taking them with a woman in monastic clothes carrying a large package.

Len, walking in utterly unproductive thinking, was unconsciously pointing his foot at Park Square.

Ren rushes to Mr. Sister to bow his head.

"Yes, I'm perfectly safe. This verse annoyed me because they said they had help......! I'm really sorry about falling in front of you. Thanks!

"Haha, fine. Life-saving is Sister's job. Never mind?

"No, I'll definitely give you something right back! I can't say right away, but be sure!

"Really? Then I'll wait in anticipation. Bye."

"Yes, thank you!

To Ren lowering his head, Mr. Sister smiles and pretends his hands. With his companions, who had always been silent, he headed to the temple to follow the path Ren had come.

Drop it off and breathe in relief.

"Hmm. Next time, I'll have to thank you properly... You know, you were coming over here unconsciously, me."

I find myself stunned by the accidental encounter with Mr. Regular Sister, aware of my place.

Lately, when I left the temple on my way home from the dungeon, I was bound to go to the slave girl, so my feet remembered the path to the square as my way home.

I'm not exactly a person who can't reflect enough to use slave girls at this time.

For some reason it was time to tilt my neck with what was in the bronze mirror that was falling to the ground, while trying to return my heels to see if I was going home.

"You can just disappear!!!!!!!!! Pep!!!!!"

Slave girl's husky voice reached Ren's ear.

Voices that throw up, not bright voices. It is usually in self-defense that all affirmative slave girls will be in total denial mode.

I mean, there's some harm being done to the slave girl.

Ren's leg, it moved.

It wasn't a reason.

If you noticed, Ren was rushing to Park Square.

Slave girls are stronger than themselves. I have a clear understanding of the difference between myself and a slave girl because I have gained combat experience as a serious adventurer. Ren was driven by impulses, even though he should have known that a lot.

Into Ren's eyes, who entered the square without hesitation, was the way a slave girl was fighting.

Roll out a very smooth physical enhancement to wield the placard, as you once did against a skinhead big man. What is different then is that it is not a unilateral development.

Sexual harassment bastards who thought they put slave girls in total denial mode were blonde and seemingly well-groomed faces. Amazingly, she has bare hands the attack of a slave girl with physical enhancement.

That guy, the sexual harasser who tried to get his hands on the slave girl, never got over it, and Ren found it uncomfortable.

The blonde is a little too handsome for a sexual harasser. Somehow he looked familiar, or his face was a face he knew even out of the countryside like Ren's.

"Brave!?

Stunning Ren by someone too unexpected, the two exchange words as they fight.

"You can now use physical enhancement as well as innate mysteries? You've grown so much, you've grown stronger."

"I don't want you to keep your windy mouth shut I know!!!!! What the hell are you going to do!!!???!?!? I just want you to sew your lips up and never open your mouth again!!!!!"

Slave girl distorts face uncomfortably and slaps words.

"What right are you to breathe in this world!!!! It's a waste of oxygen for you, so I want you to be called to heaven!!!!"

"He's a brave man. That's what I look like, isn't it?

"Then you just have to go and defeat even the Demon King!!!!!! If he dies in consultation, he can be a legend!!!!?!!!? If he does, he won't even praise you a little!!!!

There's no such thing as a demon king right now.

"Then you don't need a brave man!!!!!"

"No, I'm not."

The brave man turns over the slave girl's swinging horizontal gill placard.

"I will help you. When it comes to being a brave man for it, it makes sense"

"Heh!!!?!! I'm amazed at the novel reason!!!!! I never even thought I'd need your help!!!!!"

"Don't help anyone who wants you to help. You're the one who should help, so help me."

"Guys who are too self-affirmative don't listen to people so much they really don't like it!!!!!"

What happened between them? The brave man says he will help her, and the voice and expression of the slave girl is full of disgust.

Ren, I can't move. Sometimes you can't break into two fights, but I don't understand the situation any more.

More importantly, the existence of the brave is too great for just one human to deny.

Back to back with hardening Ren, the slave girl screams without hesitation.

"Thank you annoyance is about your being!!!!!! This is why there is nothing I can do about a guy who has always had an affirmed life!!!!! I think you should question your actions for a bit!!!!!

"I know. Your environment is bad right now. We'll use your power at our own convenience... It's something to spit on."

"It's disgusting!!!!!! It totally matches the thought circuit of the stalker that twisted the narcissist!!!!! Blind and deaf!!!!!! I want you to disappear because you are a disgusting and unpleasant dehumanization over pests!!!!! Besides!!!!"

A slave girl lays her hands on a leather collar wrapped around her neck and tones her voice all at once.

"... I can't believe the minute you don't have the Holy Sword stands in front of 'me' - there's enough to lick it"

Obviously, a switched tone. Quiet and still harsh voice color. She put her hand on the leather belt with a sharp eye and tried to take it off.

But the brave do not panic.

"Are you sure?

That's what I said, put your gaze on Ren.

"There are people here."

"- Huh!?

Stop the hand she tried to take off her collar.

Besides, the brave loosen their eyes.

"After all, you've become kind. So we should be happier"

Why were you trying to remove the collar? And look at Len, why did you stop that hand?

Ren doesn't know. I just understood that I had gotten in the way of her actions. It turns out that my appearance has just inhibited the slave girl.

The sudden occurrence of a brave man appearing. Ren's thoughts, which had been too unexpected and mahy, moved.

……

Ren stays silent and interrupts between them. Just when the fight stopped. It was easy to interrupt.

The brave man of salvation. The guy is trying to get him out of Park Square with a mouthful of 'help' toward one girl.

I didn't even have to think about which side to take.

"... I wonder if there's some misunderstanding"

Brave men narrow their eyes to Len's standing as he has interrupted.

"You may be mistaken, but I'm here to help this girl. I'm glad you're not interrupting. You know who I am? I swear in the name of the brave. Like bad, I would never. Trust me."

……

Ren, who covered her back with a slave girl, ignored the brave.

Silently took out his wallet and worried only for a moment. I really don't have the money.

But it is affection that spares no money or effort. When I say this is where I'm going to use it, I take out a thousand phosphorus and give it to the slave girl with my back hand.

The slave girl who received a thousand phosphorus, her eyes closed. The same is true of the brave who could not read Ren's thoughts. Eyebrow root and inquire into oddities unworthy of this situation.

"What are you doing?

"- Come on."

"What?"

"Oh, Rusa, I said it!

To the brave man's inquiry, Ren had a drink. The first voice, my voice shook. Embarrassing. To deceive shame, the second time is stronger than necessary. Even that made my voice sound upside down and pitiful.

The opponent is the brave man of the Redemption. By comparison, I'm just a runaway adventurer. The awareness that you're about to do something big about it shivers your body out of its core. To resist fright and endure, I grip my fist all the time.

The brave man is eating.

I guess I didn't expect Miscellaneous Fishy Len to say that directly from the front.

Ren takes a big, big breath in the gap where his opponent is being poked at.

It's all right. I know what to do. I've seen and heard it here over and over again. So calm down. You should be able to. Breathe in so much that your stomach hurts. Sig in until the end of the day. Say it to the brave man who was trying to get the slave girl out of this square in the name of "helping" her.

"I don't see the people coming here!!!

On my own, I wouldn't have been able to say anything.

A brave man is justice itself in the world. It is a symbol of the authority of the Church on its side in this country.

"I always buy all affirmative slave girls here!!!!

I can't speak out because I'm afraid of opinions that go against him like that. It's not strange to just argue with him and be made critical of him by his surroundings. That he's trying to stop someone from helping is enough to make me wonder if that's some kind of crime in itself.

But there's a slave girl beside Ren right now.

"You know what I mean!!!!

To Ren, who suddenly appeared and shouted unilaterally, the brave man becomes bewildered when he does not know why. I guess so. You wouldn't know. He can't possibly understand.

These are not words to deliver to the brave.

Ren looks back.

There she is, a beautiful girl with blue silver hair. She's wearing a piercing coat and a leather collar, she's got a nasty outfit, she's about the same age as Ren.

Ren and the slave girl's eyes, they fit.

Slave girl had the feeling that Len's intentions made sense.

Like the snowmelt of spring, the faces of the slave girls were brightened up all the time.

The face of a person when something is rewarded. Proof that my accumulated little accomplishments, which may have been pointless, certainly surpassed the brave who are more just than anyone else. The pitiful delight of the buds of the moment I saw and heard and touched the difficult reward of my dreams.

"Hey slave girl!!!!

To pay for Ren's call, the thousand phosphors she just received, Slave Girl flips her placard with the most honorable smile in the world.

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

Pushed back by the most comforting notation in the world, Ren breathes heavily.

Slave girl's deeds in this square. A feat that has encouraged people by affirming them all. Her husky voice braved those who suffer.

To ask herself to fully affirm Ren's dialogue, which fully affirmed all of the slave girls who stood here.

Out loud as possible of all psychic powers.

"You would think so too!?!!?

"Damn right you are!!!!

Clear smile, clear and comfortable husky voice in your ears.

Even louder than Len's shouting of power, all the bright affirmations of the slave girl echoed across the park square.