All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

At the corner of purgatory, there was a refreshing space.

The lowest layer of the dungeon as if the space itself had been maliciously filled. There was an area in hell where people never put it on the table and everything that drove them deep into their minds kept the air strangely clear.

"Is this the destination…?

"Ri"

Ren leaks his breath of admiration where he hits his chest more than he thinks he is on the road to this point, which was born out of malice and full of spiciness that held back the intruder.

Beautiful sights are not spreading. Various things pile up like crap. The clutter-free space is terribly cluttered, rather close to a garbage dump.

Yet I miss watching it for some reason.

"Here it will be, the emotions of the people in the cities on earth, one of the deepest of hearts. Are you sad?"

"That's surprising. Speaking of the lowest level of the dungeon, I thought you had no dreams or hopes."

"You also know how to call it a spiritual domain. That's purity. I'm surprised there's a place like this where demons don't even lean."

For all the hell I was until I got here, my accomplishments are a mess. The three men also have a mysterious sense of union, as each of them has risen to death several times, with the exception of Ez Ann.

Only one, an intact woman, is an exception.

"Whatever purgatory may be, it is proof that a glimmer of hope and a miracle that may be possible are left behind"

Deep down in people's minds. There are landscapes like this that are pushed into the surface so that it never gets out.

Even as he remembers the emotion coming to his chest, Ren asks Ez Ann.

"Here, what should I do"

"Look, loosen up your soul."

The faceless Sister who brought the Rens here tells the truth.

"If thy sins, which thou hast committed in this world, the city above thee, have been truly forgiven, then surely thy proven grace shall be born. Thy sins are snowed by knowing the blame of the accused. Find thy forgiveness."

"Heh?"

I honestly don't understand what I'm saying half the time, but I somehow conveyed that they told me to look for a favor directed at Ren, one of the goods loaded on this occasion.

Ren once again turns to the messy sight of feeling homesick.

I see that dungeons are created by people's emotions. Ease Ann makes unscrupulous words and deeds, but she doesn't lie. At least the words that lie from her point of view are never spoken. I mean, I guess I have a girlfriend.

There are a variety of clutter. The memories that people don't want to see, the accumulation of memories they think they've forgotten, probably create this spiritual area. That's what piles up all sorts of goods like mountains. I don't know how long it will take to find one item from here, etc. Ren and the others had no loch food because the Virgin pulled them off without any preparation. If we stay in the dungeon for three days, we will also run out of water and starve to death.

And Ez-Ann will never pave the way for his return until he reaches the purpose for which he brought Ren.

Brave men and Aniki who know that, too, have their faces drawn. Naturally, so is Ren.

"Um, is that from inside?

"Ri"

"Eh, what kind of things, are they distinctive?"

"Your heart knows."

"I don't know."

"Right."

There was no lag in Ez Ann's utterance.

"Then know"

Just one word, I told him I was impotent that it wouldn't solve anything.

Murina was determined. I left the house saying I had to know the enemy first.

It's a holiday. Mullina's destination is Park Square. Use your precious holidays to see what kind of girl they are with the other guy, Slave Girl, who likes Ren. Some of the motives for this are puberty reasons why I want to be out during the holidays because of yesterday and it's a little hard to face a female swordsman.

That's how Mullina left the house.

Speaking of Park Square, it's a memorable place for Mullina to keep Ren alive. There, he says, he has his own rivals. It's a little complicated, but the gushing sprouts shake it off and go down the road.

What do you look like, slave girls. What the hell is all affirmation?

You have to look at it once. To know and confront the enemy. Tomorrow to get closer to Len. Grasp Ren's preferences and ask Ren to say he likes them.

With a maiden heart, it was when I arrived at the entrance.

At the entrance to the park, there was a familiarity.

"Is that it?"

"Vagina?

She is a brunette girl in an exotic costume, a fig. One accent she tried to hide herself and stood near the entrance to Park Square.

A chicken who sees Mullina flashes her expression. And I rushed over to elegance and took my hand first.

"Long time no see!

"Yeah, it's been a while"

From the look on his face before he greeted him, he was cute or something, which is against the rules. Even as defeat as same-sex springs up in the fascinating reaction of a strawberry that honestly shows joy, I carve it into my heart to serve as a reference for Attack on Ren. Cute is justice.

Plus Mulina, it's purely a pleasure to stumble upon a friend.

"What's wrong, Ichiki? In this place..."

After speaking, the shock of what if struck Mullina.

I'm in Park Square, a girl my age.

Does a kid who likes Len mean a chicken?

It would be satisfactory if it were. I can be sure that the attraction of exotic girls will be captivated by some men just because they were misplaced in the city. And more than the outside, the inside is perfect. Magic at a far height, backed by knowledge. A trick that is elegant behavior but retains its cuteness. It's a character that puts up the opponent and puts him to good use, and when he talks, he has a gaping nostalgia.

No, hopelessness sneaks up if you don't feel like you can win in earnest.

"Hey, hey."

"Yes, why not?"

"Ichiki, that's it. In Park Square there. All affirmations, what kind of work, you know?

"Oh, did you know"

Mullina's vague questioning returned with a convincing voice.

Is that so after all? By the way, is this cute friend a rival?

Ichiki smiled brightly at Murina, who was about to have a dark face because she was a friend of too strong an enemy, but also because her opponent was a friend.

"My sister works there."

"... Neesa?

"Yes, I'm doing a job saving the hearts and minds of the people in town once and for all."

It's been a dumb voice, but Ichiki keeps explaining without worrying.

If you ask me, Murina dug back into her memory.

Speaking of which, it was out of Ichiki's own mouth that my sister was working in the park in a conversation about when. I thought you were even a park administrator then, but they said it was a different job.

Exhale with relief, then return to me.

It's too early to be relieved. Anyway, this is her sister. She is the sister of the perfect Superman girl Ichiki. I don't think it's possible, but it could be like the top compatibility of a chicken.

Then I am determined.

It is only heard from the figs that are within the rival's body.

"But it's strange to see you here. What's with the chicken? Do you have business after this?

"No, there isn't. Speaking of which, it's just around lunch."

"Oh, yeah. Maybe I'm a little hungry."

"If so!

They laugh at me with their hands together.

"If you don't mind, would you like to join us for lunch?

There was no reason to say no to the invitation to lunch, but Murina was attacked with a little guilt for what she had planned to do.

The destination where Ichiki took Murina, who offered to have a feeling for lunch, was a restaurant in a foreign land.

Probably oriental. Ichiki, who entered a wood-built store unfamiliar to Murina, headed to the kitchen without hesitation. It's a big store to see, but Ichiki looks familiar with the manager. Ichiki, who rented the shop's kitchen lightly, cooked for Murina.

"Please, enjoy"

And all that lined up in front of Mulina was something unfamiliar but appetizing.

A bite of unknown dishes and shrimp with a slightly frightening but red sauce.

"Wow, yum!

Unexpectedly opens his eyes.

A dish of fried shrimp with a sweet and spicy sauce. The sweetness of the puffy shrimp matches perfectly with the flavour of the spicy sauce due to the teeth of the sakuri touch. Mulina can cook there too, but this from Ichiki is a pro-face loser.

The praised chicken also makes a happy face. Magic and art are top notch, and the food is perfect. There's really nothing wrong with this girl, and she entertains the flavors of cooking while chatting about what's at stake.

"I was talking about it before I got here. What kind of a Ichiki sister are you?

"Is that your sister?

The chicken, who started cooking face-to-face with Mulina, replies, thinking a little bit about it.

"He's a great guy. The treasure of this world, or the supreme being, is a word for your sister."

"Heh, heh."

It is admirable from the first word.

"You look beautiful compared to me and others. An honest and responsible mind. I don't have time to name a few if I make great points, such as continuing to be responsible for saving people's minds."

"Oh, yeah. Did your sister teach you how to cook chicken or magic?

"No......"

This tickle is a compliment. This gives Mullina a good neck for drinking that she would be a formidable enemy if she had plenty of other skills.

"I will do the chores in general, so there is nothing to annoy your sister. Maybe, but I was wondering if my sister had ever cooked or anything."

"... yeah. What about magic, then?

"Sorcery is rather taught to my sister by me. Because a beautiful girl like you must have the means to defend herself! Melee magic has been well worn."

Strengthen the grip and theorize. Apparently, when it comes to my sister, she tends to lose sight of me around her. Speaking of which, you once said blood wasn't connected, I recall.

Mulina calms down a little.

From what I heard, it obviously felt like Ichiki was doing everything she could with her sister.

What if this kid burns too much care, and his sister and I are living a self-depraved life?

I saw a winning chance. I don't feel like losing to a sister like I'm counting on her.

"Oh well. I see. Speaking of which, how could Ichiki have been in that park square?

"Yes, that. Actually."

This made Murina feel much easier when there was an element she could win, while Ichiki blushed and moaned.

"I'm a little worried about you. I think you're among my sister's customers, so I'd like to see you at a glance. Well, it looks like you weren't here today..."

"Heh, yeah!

No way. That would be equal to nothing, such as the probability that it's Len. Murina, relieved of her shoulder loads, had almost a conversation over a delicious meal made by Ichiki handmade.

"You're hungry"

"Oh, but we need to save food for a time."

"Right. Drink water carefully, especially. When you run out of moisture, people die easily."

In the spiritual area at the bottom of the dungeon, the three men were searching for things with their tired faces aligned with their geese necks.

Find the throne.

That was the advice of the brave man and Mr. Aniki. Neither of us got lost, and the answer we derived from listening to Ez Ann was the throne. Slave girl affirmed that if what is pushing her into the sanctuary of deep psychology takes shape, it takes the form of a throne.

Their meaning, Ren doesn't know yet.

"Even so, Len. You, you have guts. Let our young men apprentice you."

"Really? Thank you...... can I say, I'm lost knowing Aniki's position though. Besides, I was almost useless and stupid enough to have you protect me."

"It's pretty amazing that you're just staying sane until you get here. A feat I can be proud of. I've been wondering... why is Len having a conversation with Ez Ann?

"I'm a little unsure of what that guy's thinking, too, but I'm referring to the Sister I know."

It didn't take me surprisingly long to look for it while we had that conversation.

It's a terrible, worn out, lavish chair.

In the pile of different things and in the multitude of mountains, only that chair existed with one leg, as if it were sacred and inviolable.

"That's it."

"Yeah, that's it"

The brave man and Mr. Aniki affirm what elements he was convinced of. Before the throne that didn't give everything away, the two faces represented a terribly complex mood.

"Is that..."

Why, it's in the shape of a throne.

An empty throne, weathered to such an extent that it is now likely to decay. As Len approaches, what was the throne replaces purple crystals with palms.

"Good"

Soon, Ez Ann nodded, naturally lying beside Ren and watching the crystallization.

"Thou hast gained forgiveness."

"Um, Dear Ease Ann. What is this?"

"It is a grace of forgiveness. By crushing it, you will know the defendant's guilt."

"Slave girl's, blame?

"But to truly know what your sins meant to be forgiven, you need to blame the defendant"

Pale, tells the meaning of grace in Ren's hands.

"Looseness is not about punishing me for my sins. Suffering shreds off man's luxury, but must not seek meaning in suffering itself. The true instinct of patient action lies in elevating one's ways. And a man is never forgiven by himself."

Tell Ren the reason for the suffering so far, and the meaning of the grace that subsided in his palm.

"Be glad, boy"

The nun, who is bestowing the throne of saint, says to Ren:

And thou hast received one blessing by the time thou art here.