All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

When Volcano showed his face to the stronghold where the slave girl lived, the room was rough.

By the way, the furniture is turned upside down and the clothes are scattered. Especially the roughness in the kitchen. It was as if the typhoon had passed there even though it was indoors.

"What's the matter, this"

"... Ichiki is not coming back"

When Volcano raised the question mark on the tragedy of the room, the slave girl, who was alone in the room, replied quietly.

"You're not coming home, what? Did you even have a fight?

I look at the miserable Arisama room and sigh.

I didn't worry about the safety of the chickens because there are basically few people who can do something about the chickens. There won't be a hundred people looking across the continent, and in this town, it's just Ez Ann. Since we had contact once, Volcano had also been eye-catching on that Virgin trend.

Fighting, said the slave girl swells her cheeks plumply in dissatisfaction.

"... it was an unfortunate mistake"

"Right. That's why it's not good to hit things."

Those are the two good friends. I wonder how big a spark it is, such as having a fight.

Still, I have trouble getting into fights that cause damage to my surroundings. The same goes for Ichiki, especially slave girls, who are at one extreme with their abilities alone. You must not randomly exercise your abilities to be informed of her location. When things get bigger, they don't always remain silent with the brave.

A slave girl leaned her neck to the advice of thinking so.

"... Huh? I'm just trying to make some rice."

……

Volcano pressed silence.

Nothing. Slave girls don't have motor nerve problems if they don't remember things badly. I'd rather have a guideline. Basically, failure is a girl who does not repeat herself.

Yet trying to cook rice, what can I do to make this happen?

I couldn't figure it out, so he started preparing for cooking while cleaning out the messy kitchen.

"I'll make it today, so sit there."

"... yeah"

"You guys, what's going on with the sharing of housework?"

"... all, Ichiki will do it"

"I guess."

It was nothing more than this. They're in such a terrible state that they could even start a fire.

When I was a child in the first place, she was like a servant entrusted with everything around her. Then there was a fig beside him. Housekeeping can't be worn.

It is a life ability that can only be lamented though.

"... than that, Mr. Volcano. Did you tell Ichiki about Rentaro?

"You mean Ren? Well, they asked me. He's a temperamental one, I mean."

Slave girl blushed her face with her fluffy face swollen more and more.

"... all, because of it"

"No, what happened? Don't say it like it's my fault."

There was a jittery resentment of a slave girl in Volcano that I couldn't grasp yet. I kept looking at her.

By then, Murina had invited Ichiki home.

Mullina suggested that it would be difficult to go home after a fight with my sister. The chicken, then pulled half forcefully to the front of the house, was hesitant even at this stage.

"That's good. Though inside me, I became an enemy! I think it would be a good idea to take advantage of this once and for all. You better learn to fight more than that. Even if it's on your side, you can't let it slip away."

"So, but... well, it's called home to Mulina, yeah. There were so many circumstances......!

"It's okay. Right now, your brother's going to the capital, so it's just a woman. Don't hesitate."

"Yes, is it"

When I heard Mullina's words, the rash seemed to fade because of the chicken. Mullina's resistance to the pulling hand weakens.

"Well, you don't have Mullina's brother."

"Yes, yes. So don't hesitate. If you don't like it, you can run away from home."

That's what my daughter, who ran away from home in a sibling fight and rolled into a man's house, says differently.

Honestly, Murina, who rolled over to Ren's house without a sense of crisis, had better reflect a little more overall just because she was an Aurai as a result, but because of the good results, Murina didn't think it was so bad about that time.

"Well, that's settled."

"Ah."

Looks like Ichiki convinced him, too, and Mulina brought her friend into the house.

I'm home.

"Sorry to disturb you"

"Welcome back... oh, there you are"

A woman swordsman who welcomed Murina blinks her eyes when she looks at a chicken that roughly followed her through the front door.

"Oh, your friend? Beautiful girl."

"Yeah. Mr. Altena. All of a sudden, I'm sorry, but can I stay with this girl for a while?

"Huh? If you want to, I won't pinch your mouth..."

"I'm sorry. I suddenly went up and made such an unfair request. No souvenirs, no fear."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. If you're friends with Murina, you're welcome."

Mullina wants to stay with her friends, which is rare, or her first offer. Female swordsmen, while surprised, take it favourably.

I don't know how I got to know him, but he looks like a good kid because he sees a chicken dressed in an exotic outfit. In the first place, this house has room. There's nothing wrong with the two Altenas and Mullina, where the figs have been added.

The brave man, Murina's brother, seems to be in need of the capital and won't be back for a while. The swordsman smiled and agreed that it would be okay for the two of us to decide.

I'll show you to your room.

"Yes, sir. Okay."

"I'm so sorry. We'll be sure to thank you later."

"Don't be too reluctant, Ichiki. Oh, yeah. It was a rush, and I'll get you ready to stay later."

"Huh? Together, are you sure...?

"You have no reason not to."

We had a smiling conversation and went up to our own room upstairs.

The mouth of the female swordsman, who drops off two other loveless conversations like friends, was making a natural laugh.

Murina's thinly polished, sharp eyes are also much calmer. Mullina has been changing ever since I met Ren.

A girl who had to be herself with feelings she couldn't help but be able to create more and more circles of people.

"Wow, love."

I had to thank Ren, and the lady swordsman smiled and then realized.

"Oh, shit. I tried to tell you that first..."

The female swordsman puts her hands on her cheeks and thinks with her neck diagonally.

Tomorrow, the party leader tells me. It's so important, I thought I'd tell Mullina in advance.

From upstairs, you can hear a few pleasant voices leaking. It was a long time ago to water the air.

"... after tomorrow, we can talk about it."

By being told tomorrow, the daily routine will change even if it responds.

That's why Whitton should also be talked into thoroughly. There's still time, and the female swordsman decided to slack the date and time of the discussion with Murina.

Ren, on the other hand, was falling asleep in the bed of his own house.

It is the end of another day.

I'm done with what I'm doing today. I finished my meal by self-catering and finished my cleaning and laundry. I'm just getting ready to explore tomorrow. Following the advice of Mr. Regular Sister, the letter also spells out that it would be nice to broaden the relationship and is awaiting a reply. The correspondence was fresh and was fast becoming a little fun.

What I care about is the relationship with Mullina's, which has still gotten a little awkward. Tomorrow we will face each other in exploration.

Nevertheless, I don't understand Ren's maiden heart at all. It was just interesting to ask a regular Mr. Sister, a woman I knew. More importantly, when I talk to a slave girl, it worries me that she will be consulted on a very frightening line of all affirmations or all denials. I mean, even just Ren was aware that it wasn't about consulting the girl she liked.

"Ha."

Close your eyes in the dark and think about what you should do.

Because of this, I was able to connect with the same generation of women. She was an exotic girl to see, and someone with no connection at all to her current relationship. I am comfortable talking to you about things that are difficult to say the other way around.

If the correspondence in readable letters has begun, ask him how he learned about himself. If that's how you could have had a heartfelt relationship over the letter, at that time.

"Maybe even a romantic consultation?"

Ren, the troubled boy, shrugged about it.

My troubles are endless with Mullina. Though, I think.

The party that came to this town and was picked up and joined the members went well was salvation.

"Really, you've blessed the good guys, me."

Ren fell asleep, thanking those he met in this town.

The next day of exploration.

"It's still going to be a little further, but I need to talk to you. I've spoken to some people in advance, but I have other members to tell."

At the meeting before entering the dungeon, the leader cut it out.

A proven miracle man who has been an adventurer for years, he looks around at everyone at the party and opens his mouth.

"This party, which I was leading, will be disbanded in the spring in three months."

Ren became an adventurer, the first winter.

That's what they told me at a time when it would be the second year if spring came.