All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"Ahhhh!

An odd ren turned the demon into two.

The one sword at the mercy of power truncated a demon that would be very unrivaled in the usual ren. The brave men who watched the battle of Ren, far more powerful than usual, whispered.

"Wow... well, so is the physical strengthening, but you're not feeling any fear"

"Yeah, I haven't seen it in a while, but it's still amazing. Spiritually and physically, it's not half as strong as it sounds."

"You're totally over Ren's limit. You definitely have a recoil or something tomorrow...... And that mental state is not a fortification. It's fanaticism."

Seeing Ren fight, the three men are all sorts of impressed and frightened.

Ren is finally able to name a third-rate adventurer out of the rookie range, and he's playing about one step ahead of a first-rate adventurer. Obviously a lot of the limiters are off.

When it comes to going to the depths where the sorceress is believed to have been flown, the brave want to keep it warm.

In the meantime, while I let Ren expose me, I also cleaned up the demons and it was time to try to move on.

There was a sound of metal crushing.

The next moment, the space was distorted.

Vision repeatedly stretches and shrinks, causing the sensation of square heaven and earth to disappear. Even though I'm not moving at all, the distance leaves. Space is dimensioned. Obviously, it was something trying to disperse the party.

"Shit."

A labyrinth trap? The leader asks for protection at a slight discretion. Coverage wishing to connect with your peers. I just tried to connect to the bowman adventurer and brave, and Len, and I failed.

"What?"

A leader flattered by the failure of the miracle stares at the brave beside him.

"Hey!? Got bounced!? What do you mean!

"I guess that means that's all the difference between Ez Ann's faith and yours..."

"Be the first to say that! There's no way there's gonna be rebellious interference in the same mysterious realm!?

"It's the first time I've ever known it, too!

The protection of the leader of the Miracle was rejected by the sacrament of Ez-Ann. It revolted and took shape to soften each other's effects. It is an unusual and unlikely phenomenon.

Even for the brave, the priest who accompanied him at the time of the revolution was Ez-Ann alone. Blah, just in terms of battle, she had enough on her own. I didn't need to think about what would happen when I worked with other priests, etc.

"Oh, are you the only one who has been sorted"

To a slight voice, the rhetoric stops and the gaze gathers.

It's a strange girl walking by. Even though I see her, I can't remember and impress the girl's information. Perhaps some sort of technique is messing with perception. I was only able to recognize 'being a girl' even though I was in front of her.

At that point, the three realized that the current phenomenon was artificial.

It activates a technique more powerful than the Crystal Dungeon trap alone.

I guess it's the activation medium. She has a broken mirror in four hands. Once it is broken, it cannot be used twice, it still distorts the sight of the brave men and softly sleeves the mirror, which has become an incredible magic activation medium that, together, is going to drive the distance crazy and divide.

"Okay, well. What shall I do? Looks more like a bunch of practitioners than I thought. There's only one brave man for you."

"You... Ichiki, was it?

"... have you resisted"

The art of dividing and dividing distances and distorting the perception of the other person so that they do not read their own information.

Of the two sorceries activated by Ichiki, the former was prevented by the leader of the miracle user, while the latter, only the brave, had succeeded in resisting the inhibition of recognition.

"Don't you call me mildly? My name seems obnoxious and unpleasant."

Ichiki, whose name was called by the brave man, becomes a chilling gaze as if to despise him.

After breaking up with the sorceress, she crushed her distance with witchcraft, and came to assault the brave. If it were true, I would have liked to have completely separated the sorceress rescue team from the brave ones with earlier sorcery, but because of their excellence, it didn't work out the way I thought.

"That verse took a long time to figure it out. By that I mean, turn your back on that fanatic. You applied mud to my face in front of my sister, and you think it's easy to forgive me?

"Ah, haha. That's you, Len - thanks to that boy, we solved it, and I wonder if that means we're in pain."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Don't hide the discomfort, cut it off with a bushel.

The leader of the Secret Miracle, somehow aware of the circumstances of the exchange between the two, asks the brave man with half an eye.

"Wheaton. What the fuck did you do to that girl...?

"Haha...... I left you alone with Ez Ann. Because it seemed like a good idea to be the subject of solicitation."

"Are you serious? You can't complain about being attached to a religious solicitation like that or being killed."

The bowman adventurer who was repeatedly asking wasted questions trying to persuade Ez Ann before he came here would be angry if he did that rather sympathetic.

Nevertheless, it is now a matter of contending every second for the rescue of our fellow citizens.

"For now, all the time"

Determine the Ichiki as the enemy interrupting the rescue of his companions. The bowman's adventurer leads an arrow between blinks and hits it off.

An arrow for restraint and appearance stopped it in the air.

No, the arrows released keep flying. I keep moving forward. It's just that the arrows are making the distance. Even if we keep moving forward for that reason, we can't narrow our distance from the chickens.

The arrows that fly still are gradually drawn to gravity, eventually losing propulsion and falling to the pompous ground.

"Wow..."

Cold sweat flows through the seriousness of activated magic.

This girl will at least be able to build in an instant the flying distance of a strong bow pulled by a bowman adventurer. To attack her, you must have the means to fill that distance.

Regardless, both bowman adventurers and magic can increase flight distance and power, but perhaps the opponent in front of them has the depth to make them think they won't even reach it.

The chicken, who did not glance at the arrow that was directed at him, was pale.

"But I am also unlucky to encounter without preparation. Five and five minutes compared to simple force without an offering. Maybe I will suffer defeat."

I didn't think so very much.

Or maybe you're saying five minutes with a brave man if you fight only with physical strengthening. It's just not any consolation. Melee is what the brave man gets the most. So if it's five minutes, then there's no way that magic can be won in a battle that's also driven.

And most importantly, the brave men who came to rescue the sorceress have no reason to fight. I'm also concerned about the cheapness of the detached Len.

The brave are moving on, saying we should convince them to miss this.

"That's a magic trick. I guess that means only the Oriental Magic Landlord is out."

"... Speaking of which, you've even looked into my background."

"Oh, right. If you want, you can go home to your family."

"You are."

The voice of a well-consolidated fig whispered the dialogue of the brave.

"You are truly, above all, first-rate, by impairing human eclampsia."

Short separated words to emphasize. Do you mean that anger resides in silence? The atmosphere is filled with frightening, air-shaking rage.

"I thought of some manipulation, but I changed my mind. Please, do your best to die."

Ichiki puts her hands in front of her with an arguably refreshing trick and utters an incredible wording.

"'A second world pot, a hidden one.'"

Excess hem cloth that flutters like a feather. From the hem of both hands, two pots spilled.

A small pot that tumbled and fell on the floor hit the ground and broke.

Something about the mirror earlier. Even if not, the magic of offering an offering is only one of the finest of a few. The three of them figure out what will happen.

The contents of the broken pot were some kind of grain. Something very small crawls out of the way.

An object as uncertain as if a small bug had been punished and gathered. They come out of the two kettles. They merge and mingle.

Magic I've never seen. An incredible phenomenon occurs in front of the wary and watchful braves.

Fragments of the pot that were touching the collection of particles gradually disappeared.

"I'm sorry to hear this, but I don't usually use it to hang around... well, I hope it's in the dungeon"

The bug of disappearance gradually spreads. It eats up and grows from the touched edge. Eat up the fragments of the cracked pot and proceed with the erosion range to the dungeon itself. We only feed on what we eat, and something very small is growing again and again.

To the three warring men, Ichiki was polite in his work.

"It is an offensive junction that eats and kills subjects, the rarest in the world. Please, be careful with them."

The faces of the brave men caught on.

Ren stood alone.

What to do. Having just looked around and made sure he was alone, Ren thinks about what he needs to do.

"Where are the Siegs? - Ah. I can talk normally."

Lu Rhythm turns properly. With some time passed before I came here, and Ez-Ann's protective sacrament rebelling against the secrets of the leader, I was recovering to something that regained humanity from a machine where my ability to think just listened to instructions and penetrated into demons.

Physically, although slightly attenuated, it still remains a lot of strengthening. Thoughtful abilities still feel a little fluffy, but when the tension is high, they subside. It miraculously turned out to be a very good salt plum.

Though, neither does Ren think he can go behind this dungeon alone.

"I guess we should rendezvous..."

I don't see any leaders.

Was it some kind of dungeon trap? When I suddenly thought my vision and distance were distracted, I was separated. Neither are the divided leaders found nearby.

Retreat, maybe we should. That option floats to Ren's head, who ascertains the situation.

If it's even the entrance and exit that Ez Ann let me through, Ren can go back alone.

But I haven't helped the sorceress yet.

Circumstances that should be withdrawn if normally considered. But Ren's desire to help the sorceress, not to abandon her, was stopping him.

That's how Len's enhanced vision, lost, captured a distant figure.

Flowing blonde hair flutters two rooms turned into two side-ups. Sharp eyes even though you seem to grow up well. In the last few days, someone who has become completely familiar. More importantly, the person for whom Ren and the others have come this far.

A sorceress.

"Ah..."

That's good news if that's all, but there was a demon ambushing ahead. It's a position you can see from Len but not from the sorceress.

I think I should have called. A sorceress would surely be able to deal with that alone. Even if not, she might have been able to handle it.

But my body moved.

Ren was running before he thought. The demon noticed this way. Ren, at the same time, flies the light of purification. Let it wrap around the sword and fly some of it. I'm not powerful enough to purify demons above myself yet. But it became a restraint.

In that moment of flinch, pack the distance. It was packed in time because it was far more fortified than usual. Enhanced leg strength, last step taken.

And scream.

"Ahhhhhh!

Disclosure of the mood for tearing. Shake off your sword with all your strength.

The sword wrapped around the light of purification did not make the ore feel the solidity of its shaped counterpart. The surface is erased with the light of purification, and sharp physical sword lines cleave the interior. The definite forces and moves combined to compensate for the still missing parts, while Ez-Ann's protection made up for the demon.

That was, without a doubt, a knife to which Ren's efforts had rallied.

Landed Ren doesn't give a glimpse to the demon he defeated. I can't even look at the fruits of the best offense I've ever had. On the contrary, he almost tries to throw out his sword and rushes first to the sorceress.

"What?... Huh?

The sorceress was a pocan. Are you surprised at Len for popping up all of a sudden, or at the attack just now that he clearly showed more power than usual? Ignoring such sorceress confusion, Ren checks the state of the sorceress.

No injuries.

There are no holes in my stomach like when I covered Ren for sometime, or how I'm suffering from being cursed. It's health itself, as it usually is during our adventures, or when we're together at Ren's house.

Relax, I lost my strength.

Ren's whole body was filled with relief, and a new impulse pounded and moved his body.

"Why are you alone?"

Ren embraced the sorceress who tried to say something with all her might, without saying anything.

"Hey."

"Good......"

The sorceress turns to herself. But hugging harder and harder than that weakens the resistance of the sorceress.

Ren, who also has the effect of protecting Ez Ann and can't think of anything, just embraces a witch magician.

"Good. Really, good."

Ren's voice was moist and trembling.

Ever since I heard the sorceress had been wrecked, I've been anxiously crushed.

Even Len was about to explode his anxiety, just as the female swordsman was semi-frequent. What if I was hurt? What if I can't find it? If I was dead, what would I do?

Such anxiety was released, and when it came to appeasement, intense feelings poked and moved Len.

A voice free from anxiety. A tear-mixed joy who is sincerely delighted with the safety of the sorceress. A rounded thought that is more white than the pearl that was at the bottom of the dungeon, that there are no shards of lies, glad to be able to help.

……

To the embrace where the feelings were transmitted in a straight line, the sorceress was powered as if she had noticed something.

That, and bury your face on Ren's shoulder. Gain weight to Ren for losing strength. Don't say anything, keep your body until Len calms down.

So, how long has it been?

"It's time, okay..."

"Ah."

Now that he realizes what he is doing, Ren hurries back to me to open up the sorceress.

The red-faced sorceress gently pushes Ren's chest plate and takes a step back. I relaxed and rubbed my shoulder with an embarrassing look.

Len just gave me a hug.

"Oh, I'm sorry! But right now, I was really, really worried about making sure my senior was okay, and I didn't say no at all."

"I know. I forgive you."

The sorceress leaned down her blushing face and said a pompous word.

"Thanks for your help"

An indescribable silence flows.

A sobering witch magician, a sobering conscious ren. A pageant in too moist a space to utter words to each other.

It was from the outside that we broke it.

"Oh! Ren! You found it!

"Good. You're both unharmed. There's something wrong with him! Let's get out of here!

He is a senior leader and bowman.

They see Ren rendezvous with the sorceress, and they raise their voice of joy.

"Huh? Back... where's the brave man?

"Never mind. It all seems to be his fault, so I pushed him!

"What? Brave?... Is that coming?"

"You look disgruntled, too. Shipwrecked, you're evil! We're going back to the ground now!

Slightly hastily, the sorceress of the wreck is rescued safely, and the face of the rescue squad puts the brave back on the ground.

The tail of it.

……

The sorceress staring at Ren's back softly held her flaming cheeks.