All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The sorceress safely completed her quest for the dungeon that day.

Today was yesterday when I left the house. I thought the female swordsman would say something before the morning meeting, but there was no prying.

The face-to-face swordsman smiled gently, "Whatever you want," not blaming the sorceress for popping out of the house.

I guess she's dealing with the brave ones. I missed you a little, but it was only because you trusted me. The leader looked subtle but never touched on the runaway matter and treated the sorceress as just one of the party members that day.

That's how he successfully completed his quest and dissolved it at the temple altar.

The sorceress somehow remembers Ren's smile in the morning, although for no particular reason as the members scattered.

"... dinner, I wonder what to do"

In the morning, I should have asked about my favorite foods and flavors. As I stopped my leg on my chest for a little regret and contemplated dedication, I unexpectedly saw the tension in person.

Have you come to study at the temple?

For some reason he came out of a door that fluttered with tons of books but connected to the inside of the temple. Sometimes my face is hidden in the book I held and the other members didn't seem to notice Len.

The sorceress, smiling all the time, hurriedly pulls her face tight. Give me just one cough. Tighten your face at last and prepare for a senior-like attitude. Just look around and make sure there's no one else I know.

I didn't know anyone who could be looked over, and I had a senior-like attitude. It is well prepared.

Okay, and a tempered sorceress tried to speak to Ren, but no word came out to stop her.

"Ah..."

From the same door that Len came out, a familiar Mr. Sister appeared.

He is the beautiful Mr. Sister who accompanied Len in his personal clothes when he fell. It was easy to imagine those two were in close contact somewhere in the temple.

The witch's lips clasped unconsciously.

"... what, that"

There were foggy emotions in the voice of the sorceress that I couldn't grasp myself or do.

Ren was reading a divine book given to him by Ez Ann at home.

Even turning the page on the parchment, the frown is engraved with wrinkles as the reading proceeds.

"What is this..."

I tried going through the pages at the beginning, but the text didn't come to my mind.

I can read what I can, but I don't understand it at all. Sometimes I don't have a habit of reading, and many expressions don't seem to be perceived by Ren. Sometimes I have no idea who's doing what. Follow the letters. The contents didn't come to my mind, and I pummeled about what I wanted to say.

Troubling his head, the door to the room opened.

"Ah, welcome back"

……

The sorceress did not return 'I'm home'. I turn a chilling glance at Ren reading the book and tell him without hesitation.

"I've been eating rice. Eat at will, too."

"Well, is that so? Okay."

There is no tasty hand cooking for a sorceress, which is a little discouraging for Ren, who I had hoped for a long time.

Nevertheless, there is only one. I thought I could eat a witch magician's hand cooking on my own, but I didn't even make that promise.

Set aside a book of readings and stand up, trying to cook a dish that is not worth naming yourself something again.

The sorceress, who placed her luggage for exploration in the corner of the room, glanced at the book that Len had placed.

"You didn't have a copy of the original scripture, did you? What's wrong, it"

"Oh, is this it? Someone gave it to me."

"Someone."

No heart, or the voice of the sorceress lifted.

"Is that that Mr. Sister?

"When I say that..."

It wasn't clear which "that" was, but it felt certain in the witch sorcerer's tone.

Well, Ren thinks.

Surely the other person who got this, Ez Ann, is a nun (Sister). Maybe Ez Ann hands out books as often as she gave them to herself? I would neck him wondering if he was famous for feeling like, "If he said he was given the Divine Scripture, the other person is determined by the 'Virgin'".

"Seniors, have you met that guy?

"I do. You know that too."

"Was I?"

I didn't know the sorceress had any knowledge of Ez Ann.

The sorceress narrows her eyes softly in response to Ren's response, which sounds blurry depending on what she hears.

As opposed to Ren heading into the kitchen, she sat in her seat and slapped the leather cover with her tongue and fingers.

"What does this have to do with you being such an expensive thing? He said he didn't even know his name, so he seemed to see him at work?

"No, I've heard about that guy's name, too. Well, is that expensive, after all?

The sorceress gets more and more grumpy looking at Ren's answer to how she sounds even though she sounds sober. Happiness or unhappiness. It's an invisible position for Ren heading into the kitchen.

Even as he explored his memory with surprise that he had talked to the sorceress about Ez Ann, Ren continued to reply.

"I got it from the Virgin, Master Ez Ann."

"Yeah, I knew you were a beauty in personal clothes then - wait a minute?

Once I did it and the voice of the sorceress, who was getting more togetherness, turned a blind eye along the way to doubt.

"What Ez-Ann is that? From" The Virgin "Ez Ann? Huh? Why?

"No, I don't know, but I got it in the story. Senior, you knew him."

"Yeah. Sorry. I don't know him at all. I've just heard from Mr. Sieg about Ez Ann."

By the way, the sorceress was told by her leader never to get involved with the 'Virgin' in this temple.

"Oh, yes, seniors. I'll pay you back half the rent. Let's also fold the cost of living. A little preaching on the matter from a Sister I know. See, seniors know him, too. It's that guy who annoyed me when I fell. I've had a lot of consultations, but you're a good guy."

"Huh, yeah. Yeah, well, that's fine with money."

Ha, and the exhaled sorceress keeps her weight on her back.

No heart or the atmosphere that had been pointy since I got home was softening.

"Ez Ann. Hey. More so...... what? Did your friend Sister introduce you? You know, sometimes you don't know what to do."

"No, actually, I'm not sure why I got this." Dear Virgin, you're an amazing person. "

"That's amazing, man. You're one of the top secret users in the world. The so-called 'worst decade of the Empire' has arisen, historically speaking, a saint of fingerprints. That revolution is a color of the birth of a brave man in the history of the country, but from the perspective of continental history, the presence of Ez-Ann will be more important."

"Is that so!?

"Well, that's what saints are for."

Though it is often misunderstood, it is above Whiton Barlow, the brave man of a nation, the character of Ease Ann, certified saint by a continentally influential church.

To be certified as a saint, you need to perform a 'miracle', not a 'secret', and be certified by the Church. We need to have the only mysterious realm that no one else can handle. As for Ez Ann, he is the opponent with the eyebrow anecdote of being stabbed in the heart and dropped in the neck but not dying, or if he prayed with mud and became a saint.

"But well. It's from Ez-Ann. I was in the temple, what? Did you even talk to the Sister you knew?

"Yes. A lot of advice... What is it, Senior?"

A sorceress who was supposed to be sitting in her seat came into the kitchen to interrupt from the side.

Nothing? It's not a big deal.

A witch magician puts an apron through her shoulder with a familiar hand and ties a string. Hands around your hips, followed by a little knot on your chest. Ribboned strings flutter and shake.

It's a studio room, so there can't be a large kitchen and the place is small. If the two of them line up there, their shoulders will be at a distance that is likely to touch them and they will stare sideways from close range. The unusual close range combines the home attire of a witch magician named Apron to make Ren's heart bounce.

The sorceress has a clear face when she finds out it's not such a thing as Ren's heart beat.

"Cook, I'll make you"

"To?"

An unexpected offer gave me a dumb voice.

"Fine. I'm sorry. I can't believe I'm the only one who eats it and has seniors make it."

"Just lend me your knife."

The sorceress does not hear her say, and takes the knife away from Hiren for a moment.

"You're cooking too well. Don't you think you can eat anything if you put it through the fire? I'm not gonna look at it."

"Ugh. Maybe..."

"Look, look on the side. I'll give you directions, so help me. This is a senior order."

"Yes, I see..."

"Hey, what's that pitiful reply? It wouldn't hurt to remember to cook, would it? Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you."

The witch magician, who handily advances the cooking hand, smiles to Ren in a good mood.

"I'm home."

A defenselessly bright smile struck directly.

Ren accidentally collapsed off her knees to greet her home a little late, which struck her heart more than she'd ever heard.

What are you doing?

"No..."

This guy is really sloppy.

Suddenly Ren exhales deeply against the sorceress who looks suspiciously down at Ren, who crouched next door, and manages to regain her normal mind.

"... welcome back, seniors"

"Yeah, I'm home."

Releasing Len, who nodded and hid his bright red face on his knees but squeezed out his words, the sorceress was proceeding with her cooking hand as she snorted in a superior mood.