All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

When the slave girl, who had finished her work as usual in Park Square, returned, she did not receive her sister.

"... Ichiki?

The husky voice of the slave girl who murmured her sister's name sounds quietly and disappears. Apparently, he's away.

"... unusual"

Basically, when Slave Girl returns, Ichiki greets her with all the cooking done. Slave girl's sister, Ichiki, is a very good sister.

If you return to the stronghold Volcano has prepared for you, you will be waiting for warm rice with a bright smile and the bath water is boiling. In the hot tub, the chicken flushes my back and washes my hair, and of course the bedding is well prepared with a bed makeup with no wrinkles, and if I wake up in the morning, I have beautifully folded clothes on my pillow.

I don't have a pretty sister who prides herself on everything that's going on that way.

Even with a small neck, no rice is prepared because there are no chickens. There is no such thing as fully automatic cooking in every home. The fact that all chores are covered by manpower is an important matter to never forget.

Kukiru, the belly of the slave girl made a noise. I was using my energy on my way home from work with all my strength and I was a lot hungry.

A revolutionary flash was born on the head of the slave girl who wanted to do what.

I don't have any chickens. Rather, this is a chance to give thanks back to my sister, who has always done her best.

"... yeah"

Sometimes I prepare my own meals for all the housework I do.

It is a name proposal. I figured it out, so the slave girl moves to just execute it. The slave girl, motivated by the creation of a long grip, headed to the kitchen.

I'm not sure what to do because I've never been in the cooking area before, but first the slave girl, who put water in the pan to boil even hot water, slipped her hand all the way through and punched water at her feet.

"... that?

I reach out to Taifu while I think I'm done. That was a clean cloth to wipe the dishes washed with water, not a platform sweep, but unfortunately the slave girl can't tell. The trunk leaned about because of even more unconscious behavior.

But Slave Girl's motor nerves aren't bad. I stomped on him so he wouldn't lose his balance.

"... oh?

The foot I tried to step on was flooded, so I slipped on the rubbing. Waiting for a totally disfigured slave girl was a shelf holding dishes.

Slave girl stuck her head in the cupboard.

The shock opened the cabinet and the plate caused an avalanche and massively cracked.

…………

How did this happen? Surrounded by fragments of scattered plates, the hearts of the submerged slave girls were full of surprises.

It was the strange phenomenon of objects that were supposed to be lifeless moving against conscious human beings, causing great annoyance. Even as I rounded my eyes, it was when I tried to get up.

"Sister!?

Ichiki, who returns just fine, rushes in a hurry, listening to a shitty noise that he can hear even at his doorstep.

"What the hell is that noise now?!? Are you hurt!

"... yeah"

"Great......! No, but how could there be such a...?

Ichiki turns a blind eye to the catastrophic situation in the kitchen.

Even with the sharp sensation of a chicken, I don't feel any particular sign of a crook. But what happened? The floors are scattered over the water and the dishes are broken.

It's like a break-in robbery went rough. I can't believe this just happened when I tried to boil water, no matter how clear the chickens would be.

Nevertheless, the slave girl is an honest person, so she talks about the situation with the pounding.

"... before Ichiki gets back, I thought I'd make dinner,"

"Well!"

It was a voice of gratitude that came out of the mouth of a chicken when I was about to make rice and how I should be frightened when this happened.

"I can't believe your sister made me feel that way... I am a happy man! That feeling alone fills my chest!

"... but. Because of this, and today, I..."

"No, you shouldn't, sister. Your sister's heart is wonderful, but I'll take care of everything!

Pan, and when you hit Kashiwaki, that's all the pieces of dishes that were scattered all over the floor gathered in one place. Ichiki, who confirmed that the slave girl had not been injured by fragments, exhales in relief and returns her sister to the living room.

"My sister should be focused on what she wants! I just need a little help with that."

I quickly finished what Slave Girl did to me. Ichiki starts cooking by saying it out loud.

That's a strawberry.

Slave girls feel smudged by the gratitude of their chickens as they wait for a good meal to come up looking at their sister's back, who seems kind of in a better mood than usual.

Ichiki is such a sorcerer that there are not ten of them in the great kingdom. This means that you are so knowledgeable and unworthy of your spirituality. He is a very pleasant beauty, even though he has so much power.

And most importantly, for a slave girl, she's the only family left in the world to protect.

Is that why?

I thought so.

What do you want to do with a tick, what is it?

……

The thought lingered on the head of the slave girl more than I expected.

Ever since we met, Ichiki has moved for slave girls, or for her dead brother.

Slave girls think chickens should be happy. One day, it's not who I am that should disappear.

That's why if I can find a companion before the end time comes that Ichiki wants to do for me, or let me revamp my self-esteem too low, I should no longer have to be with myself either.

"... of Ichiki, opponent"

Hmm, and the slave girl with her eyes closed thinks of someone she can entrust to her sister.

Stronger and smarter than a chicken, being the bearer of a clean heart is a prerequisite. Without financial anxiety, he must be cheap in the future, of course there can be no cheating, and he must be more likely than anyone else to see a tick. It is out of the question, such as pests that do not determine flutter thoughts and get their hands on girls.

If such a fool tried to get his hands on his sister, etc., what would he do?

……

Slave girl with swordswallowing eyes gently hands on neck. There is a leather collar fitted there.

The power that resides in the voice that is emitted when this is removed is never something that can be abused. It's a force that has too much influence. Alternatively, the slave girl did not intend to use it easily, even if her life was in danger.

But if it's for my sister who is in a good mood to cook in the kitchen right now.

"... no jade noise, no quit"

"Sister? What did you say?

"... yeah. Nothing, nothing."

To my cute sister's inquiry, the slave girl returned a grin and a soft smile.

Ren, back in his room, stared at the letter he had placed on his desk.

Fluffy aromas are not only from the flowers of the branches of cold plums. The letter itself seems to be burning incense, and the elegant smell lingered for a long time.

It is a letter received from a girl who named herself Ichiki. I knew Aniki, so I thought you might use it, but I talked to her a little bit and I knew it wasn't the same.

Um, very nervous attitude. And the phrase 'it's my feeling'.

"This is not a love letter..."

Ren's mouth slackened with such predictions.

Why would such a pretty exotic girl give herself a love letter? I have no idea about that, but that attitude just seems like it was puberty peak seventeen-year-old virgin Ren.

"Heh, heh. Love letter!"

Ren, who raised his voice loudly, clearly seems happy, in trouble. Well, at all, he's like a face.

Unlike Mullina confessed to me, I can afford to do it because I know very little about Ichiki, the person who gave this to me.

He is a fellow adventurer who explores the dungeon together, and unlike Murina, who will face each other tomorrow. It's a bad way to say it, but it's easy for someone who doesn't rot after turning it down.

Ren now had a great sense of superiority and normal pleasure in getting a love letter from a cute girl.

Nevertheless, I can't always watch with Niyaniya. Even if it's a love letter, you have to answer no.

"... well, you can't help it"

Furlen returned to a serious look.

Ren has a favorite opponent named Slave Girl, and even a girl who tells me she likes Ren. I didn't mean to have any more troublesome relationships.

Still tightening his face thinking about the other person's feelings, Ren takes the letter from a carefully folded paper bag to check the contents.

And Ren, who glanced through the writing, looked at the writing and became faceless.

……

Shut up and hold his mouth, Ren hisses his eyebrow root and follows the letters. I kept doing that for a while but eventually covered my face with my elbows on my desk. What was written there was too much beyond Ren's expectations.

"This... is"

Cover your face with both hands.

The reality Ren had witnessed was so unreasonable that it was full of squeezing out trembling voices.

"I can't read...!

Too masterful was Ichiki's brushstroke so masterful that he couldn't even read it in Ren.