All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Ren left the room fluttering as he dreamed.

He seemed to know what had happened, he didn't, he knew it.

Confessed. I was compelled not to make a sound. I was kissed on the cheek.

It was all for the first time in my life.

I don't get emotions. My head is groping. I'm not sure what emotions I have right now.

The shock was causing me to lose my sense of reality from Ren. I don't have legs on the ground. The sight in front of me is fluffy.

On her cheeks, she still had the soft feel of Mullina's lips.

"Hey, Len."

When I tried to get out of the temple fluttered, the brave talked to me. Were you even meeting up, with the female swordsman?

Ren replies without thinking, with his dreamy fluffy head.

"Master Brave? Uh, did you even come to see how Mullina was doing?

"No, actually, by saying that the temple in the capital was attacked by someone. That's where the Holy Sword was, so he contacted me, too. When I heard that there was a raid, but the Holy Sword was safe, I just left to rendezvous with Altena."

"Oh, really?"

Somehow there was an incident in a distant capital.

Nevertheless, Ren couldn't afford to be surprised right now. I don't even think a capital case I've ever been to has anything to do with me. Respond appropriately.

Brave men smile at Ren like that.

"Better than that, Len."

He smiled, but if you look closely, he had eyes that weren't laughing at all about whether he was switching on.

"Can you let me know about our sister Mulina being at your house while she was running away? Something changed the way I called it."

"If you don't want to die, don't do anything extra. Shut up, will you?

- I'm sorry. It's nothing.

The woman swordsman who was lying next to her was smiling and keeping her sword along the brave neck.

Once he shuts up with his apology, he still complains that he can't give up.

"No, wait a minute, Altena. I knew I had to ask Mullina properly as my brother."

"Yes, sir. Don't you stand in the way of the young ones? It's not you, Len, it's okay."

Give up. A woman swordsman grabs the collar of a bad brave man and drags it off. Ren was in some condition and had no choice but to suddenly drop him off.

But what happened with Mullina?

The four days we were together and the feeling of a kiss on my cheek just now twitched.

"Ah, Mr. Ren. From me, just one."

In the midst of forcibly taking the brave, the female swordsman turns to Ren unexpectedly.

An adult smile who knows everything, but sounds like a prank.

"If you take proper consent and responsibility, you can assault her, okay?

"Don't say that!

Ren turned bright red around your age and shouted so.

Time as well, a different place.

It was in the basement.

The basement of a building somewhere, in a city where the Rens are also present.

Chilly stone, heavily ambient room. The lights had been intentionally made slightly darker, instinctively stirring people's fears.

The room has a large round table.

It was an unusual round table.

The seat furthest from the entrance clearly exists as the upper seat. Even though it is a round table, steps are made to one of its seats, with one and two steps looking down from the top.

Obviously, it's a round table to list just one point in the back.

Additionally and unusually, the chairs surrounding the round table are not provided except for one of its seats.

One girl sat in the upper seat, just confused with the throne.

She's awe-inspiring, purple-haired.

A girl with a strange sign in the city's park square. But how many people look at her and realize she is?

The atmosphere is different than usual. Is the impression so far different due to the expression and atmosphere? Even the face of cold beauty looks different.

She pokes her cheek cane with a twist and sits with her legs together.

He even removes the collar he usually wears, and his clothes are wrapped in a thin yet elegant nightdress. No brightness, no clarity, no intensity.

Just intimidating, she was sitting alone.

Kachiri, and the needle of the ancient clock placed in the basement moves.

The purple blue girl opened her mouth to the sound of the carving that began to go low.

"Summoning"

Moments later, people were invited to the round table.

Twenty or more human beings emerged simultaneously. Even the youngest, over fifties. The depth of the carved wrinkles, from the face to the corner, is all that can be seen.

But they were all down on their faces.

Round table with only one seat available. Called, they look down on the purple-haired girl and lie flat on their foreheads on the floor.

It was an unusual sight.

Here we are, in this country. These are the bosses of the back society in the Herbarian Republic.

Mafia with eighteen regional cities in the country as its own territory. Plus the mafia of the three capitals because of their large population, they had bosses who would cow the society behind a total of 21.

Until not long ago they waited in their own territory, far apart. That's what the girl called over the distance with a single voice.

Heavy heavy, heavier air falling than lead. Only the sound that informs the ancient clock time rings.

The girl in the upper seat opened her mouth, waiting for it to disappear to its aftertaste.

"Scumbags"

The only girl sitting in the upper seat broke the person there together as' scum '.

There is no objection.

Those at the apex of one organization, albeit antisocial. Even though it is, it doesn't even bother their minds to disagree with the girl's ramblings.

"You know why they called me."

You can never miss hearing, Husky Voice. "You Know Why You've Been Called". To the two jade sounds that sounded, the few people who didn't understand also understood why she called herself here.

Anger concentrates. The person who did the extra thing is poured out for killing.

One of the bosses with territory in the capital was particularly trembling.

The purple-haired girl sets her gaze on the old man.

"You attacked the temple of the capital, you scumbag"

An old man, struck by the cold of his voice, trembles his body.

"Hey, can I make a direct wish...!

"Forgive"

"Ah, when I heard that the brave man had turned toward you, and knew that the brave man had returned the holy sword to the temple, I acted."

With a shuddering voice, I give an explanation. Like I couldn't stand it, I raise my voice.

"Without the Holy Sword, there can be no one against you! After Ichiki mocked the foolish brave man, he told me not to let the Holy Sword get into his hands even if he had a successor! In that case, I think it's possible for you to sit on the throne again as emperor."

"Shut up."

The old man's mouth closed.

On the way to trying to make my voice louder, my teeth combine with the momentum of just biting off my tongue. In fact, the tip of my tongue was slightly bitten off. But it doesn't even leak a voice of pain. I won't let it leak.

The purple-haired girl rises from her upper seat and, more importantly, approaches the old man.

"That holy sword makes no sense but the emperor. If I find out you tried to get it, what happens? Whatever fool you are, you will think for what. Given the meaning of the Holy Sword, some humans will get to the reason"

I look down at the head of an old man lying flat, right from the top.

The most recent intimidation leads to massive cold sweats flowing out of the old man's short body.

"You wanted to inform the Temple of the survival of 'me'?

"Never... never such a thing...!

"Then you - to counter 'me', greeted the Holy Sword?

"-"

A breathtaking sound sounded.

Old man trembles. Big when you blurt. I can't stop sweating cold like a waterfall.

"Right."

It was like knowing, like answers.

It makes me look terrible and boring.

"What 'I' asked of you scumbags was business. Crap pride. Old habits. I asked you, who had no choice but to drain your blood from the battle to wash it with blood, for a norm by profit. But on the head of the scumbag, you should have told him directly."

In the face of all, despair floated.

It's on the round table, free space for one. I know the end of the human race there.

She showed up about six years ago. It was when the three-year revolution ended and the country was changing and becoming rough.

"Necessary Evil Stronger Than The Knights"

Everyone here touched her scales back then. The society behind this country was thereby controlled with discipline.

I knew there would be no second time because I knew her authority.

"More than a war of protest, order. Peace be upon the citizens, even with the sanctions within them. Be thorough with the code of silence. Don't ever make an extra enemy again."

Every word, little by little, transforms human thought on the spot. Common sense is repainted. It shall be ordained as a kasabe.

Her words are equal to the phenomenon to which realisation was promised in this country. By then, her words are heavy.

And to the person responsible for this case, whisper the straight words softly and small so as not to reach the others.

"Give that neck, to the temple. You were a survivor of the imperialists and attacked the church with personal grievances. After you get back from here, designate the next generation, show them the crappy gaps and get caught. The memory of 'I' disappears from your head and is attached to the delusion of imperial thought."

There is only one person in the world today who can deny that word.

Only a brave man with a holy sword.

"Oh, yeah, but"

The idea of an old man who was asked about his fate transforms. A greedy old man, to the obscurantist. His fate, which was so close to suspicion, was laid down here for ruin.

"I'm sure you do."

The girl returns to her seat and beckons the man in line.

"Don't make me doubt the existence of you scumbags."

Everybody, put your foreheads on the floor strong.

Look at that, the girl sounds the jade.

"Redemption"

Following the jade sounds, the humans who were here also returned to the places they had taken.

As long as it is in the land bearing Herbarian's name, her jade sounds will never be unreachable. Her voice was always absolute.

One girl left behind, closes her eyes gently.

……

What a crappy farce. of my own words earlier, how light. The emperor mists the atmosphere as it is, and the girl exhales as simple.

"Necessary Evil Stronger Than The Knights"

There was nothing like that in this country.

The fairy tale, the norm of darkness, was the stopover of three children.

Captured, thrown.

Destination I searched for with selflessness. I used a fairy tale.

When one boy died, there were two girls who could never be forgiven.

A system was created by the sight and knowledge of one girl.

The title that one girl was emperor reinforced.

Three. Deception by blood unconnected brothers and sisters.

"... it might end, too"

I can put slight expectations, not worries, into what I hear from Ichiki.

I fulfilled my brother's dream. I fought against my brother's enemy. Over the past five years, repression of the post-revolutionary society has helped to calm down.

If the necessary evil is gone, it will only be discussed as evil.

I'm not like a chicken. That cute little sister is a thoroughbred, victim.

But I am the perpetrator wherever I go.

I don't deserve to be happy.

So if this is the time to redeem and atone with this life - it's not bad as an end.

The girl who was the last emperor of the Empire, which lasted five hundred years, I think so.

Who will defeat himself then?

The first thing that floated was not the most powerful brave man, Whiton Barlow.

……

It's strange that for some reason the face of a boy resembling my brother just a little bit came to mind, tilting his little neck.

Reminds me of that boy's most recent consultation, and I wonder how he found out about the example of such a woman's enemy. Don't even think about it. If you come back, I'll get rid of you, and you'll shine your lips and point.

From the ready seat, the girl got up and left the room.

For three days in a row, to get back to where I was.

Starting tomorrow, all Affirmative Slave Girls are back in business.

In the basement with the lights out, it was left in a dark sky with only one seat.

It was now a sight that marked the end of the Herbarian Empire, the predecessor of the Herbarian Republic.

The dossier of the last emperor to be abandoned has almost disappeared, and the public does not even know his gender. It is assumed by name to be female, but there is no historical and definitive information, and the age at the time of reign and obsolescence is unknown. Even though evidence of the emperor's evil deeds was left untouched, her description of the person had been thoroughly erased.

As if something terribly inconvenient had happened to someone when her record was known.

Therefore the name was deeply engraved in history as one of the least rulers in the result of the reign.

His Majesty the Seventeenth Emperor, of the Imperial Family, who once ruled the West, repeated his expedition to the East, judged off the dungeons that occur, and obtained the secrets of generations of jade sounds with the feat of spreading the most prints on the continent without giving birth to the Demon King.

The only messenger who continued to be responsible for delivering face-to-face orders with the emperor said in tears that he was "a ruthless and merciless emperor who murdered profits" after being helped by brave men.

In place, eight years and three months.

Undocumented reign age, three.

Abandoned, eleven years old.

One innocent girl wearing a single piece of communist filth that could never be done, without being bored to be at an age that could never be done in government or anything else.

His name was Fuyurachiato Herbaria IV.