All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Spring.

That's the season in winter when the seeds that were lurking sprout. It is a milestone in which many things start, as natural grass blossoms.

Linley, who turned eleven the other day, is no exception to the fact that this time of year is one opportunity.

Linley was looking forward to the day.

I've been waiting a while, it's an adventure day with Ren.

It was only once that Linley looked at Ren. The reason why Linley raises her hand to welcome Len to a party where such a shallow edge would be the leader is simple.

It's been a rough day here lately.

On the bloodline, Ichiki's class, which is her sister and more than her master, is already tough. I don't like to disappoint Ichiki with Linley, so I'm doing my best, but the teaching that Ichiki preaches as normal is too advanced. I was reminded that I was unschooled, and the sound of my pessimism and self-esteem broke just because I was in school. So much so that I have resentment for the proper education policy when I was in the clan until now.

That's not the only thing that's hard.

If you hid purple hair, you're afraid of existence itself, you can't even look at each other, Snow can't remember Linley's face and name at all, and a man named Volcano who comes every now and then is afraid of his face. Above all, the fact that there are only my personalities around me is a lot of stress for Linley, who has been petty since birth.

So what I was entrusted by Ichiki is an adventure with Len.

I had an overwhelming sense of security. It's nothing. It's not a relief because Ren's strength is high. From Linley's perspective, Ren is a mortal in mortal. That's why it's good. Because Ren is human, Linly can find peace in Ren's safe zone.

As long as Linley worked hard now, Ren had the confidence that he would never be outrun. I feel subtly defeated by a woman like Murina with me, but Linley was convinced that given her age, it was her win. Anyway, Linley is eleven years old. The stretch is different. I mean, of all the new parties I could have, I was convinced I was the best.

Generally speaking, you will go to a dungeon that is certified as a danger zone, but clearly, training by a strawberry is more demanding than a dungeon or something. For the first time in a long time, someone spoke to Linley, who was preparing herself as she awoke to be in a situation where there was only more cluttered fish than herself.

"Linley. One thing to keep in mind"

"Yes, Master"

Linley, voiced by a chicken, is sure to stretch her spine.

It is no longer absolute compliance with what is meant by Ichiki for Linley. He had carved himself in experience that there was no single point in defying him.

Is the call at this time an adventure savvy? Linley takes a tight face and listens.

"It's your name..."

"Yes."

Name.

I think it's a different topic than I expected. To Linley leaning her neck, Ichiki tells her with a strange face.

"If you do poorly, if you reveal your real name at the church reception, you will die before you enter the labyrinth"

"Huh."

Linley was stunned.

At the church reception, one girl looked difficult.

She is a rookie Sister by the name of Tarta. She is a girl who has been genuinely allowed the activities of a new receptionist from the standpoint of a helpful apprentice since this spring.

There was a threesome in front of her like that to throw a new party and try a dungeon.

Two of the three were men and women in their late teens. While there's a new party, these two aren't new adventurers. The adventurer's history is also clear. Maybe we're a couple, we seem so close.

The problem was, it was one of the rest.

"Lin Lin...... is it"

Tarta sees the face of the girl she named Lynn Lynn.

Lin Lin, is Lin Lee's pseudonym.

In inviting Linley to this party, Ren had been included in saying that it was in advance.

It's about Linly's name.

Placing "-" in this country by name is an indication in the form of receiving God's grace. That is why the priest places the letter "-" in the middle of his baptismal name. Ease Ann, but Mr. Regular Sister's Fern only. Even the girl who does the reception, Tarta, doesn't leak into that example.

In that regard, Linley was not exaggerating that it sucked.

First of all, it is not good at a time when "-" is in the real name, not the baptismal name. Besides, it's not a good idea to call it the end of the name. It is a form that continues to spill without receiving God's grace in extension.

Ordinary priests would be able to do so to the point of frowning. Linley is a foreign person in the first place. I don't do it if I have good sense, such as the pressing of my culture.

But if Ez-Ann had a name, worst of all, he even feared death.

That is why it is a pseudonym.

It's worth it, and the name hasn't been seen as a problem. Tarta isn't making Linly's name a problem in the first place.

It was a big problem that Linley's year seemed so much the same this year as her twelve-year-old Tata.

The receptionist Sister girl turned a blatant suspicious eye to Ren.

"Whatever it takes, what about being able to keep your kids in the dungeon...?

"Yes, for once, because I hear you're okay on the policy!

In the first place, the most problematic thing Linley would think about in common sense as she adventures was age, not name.

Ren negotiates with no haste and a friendly grin when he realizes he is about to be certified as a suspicious person.

"Church policy confirms that from the age of ten, we can put them in the dungeon, so there's no problem, is there?

"… the provision is only a provision. The Church's statutes are hard to change, so there are some texts that have been around for over a hundred years, and think commonsense about such little children -"

"Nah, uh, yeah."

Linley has pinched her mouth when she sees that Ren's share is bad for a well-reasoned Tarta's opinion.

If I tried Linley, I wouldn't have listened to Ichiki if I had eaten the front door payment here. Because I have the idea of going back down, I find the girl in reception with a defiant eye.

"Tata, is that it? You, me and age, you're not that different. That's what it is. Are you old enough to talk about people?

"I'm twelve. Sure, generally speaking, you may still be a child, but the age of twelve in the church is -"

"Twelve! I'm a year different and I'm awesome! Heh. Heh! Awesome. Tarta, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Freshly, he leaks a laugh that makes a mockery of him when he dulls.

The receptionist Sister girl's eyes turned swordswallowing. Murina calmly told him that she was watching things change.

"Len. Let's leave this fucking kid alone. It's okay. I'll talk to Ichiki."

"Wait a minute, Mullina. Linli...... n, too, you shouldn't be rude!

"Yes. Ren, come on."

As Mullina had a pretty beefy tone, Linley pulled back when Ren got in between saying she couldn't leave this alone.

Making it look as if he had honestly accepted the reprimand, Linley takes a step back and turns lightly to Ren's back. He glanced at his face only slightly, and from a position where Ren alone could not be confirmed on this occasion, he put his tongue out.

"I'm sorry. Hey, Tata. Hang on!

A blue muscle floated on Tarta's temple. Mulina also sympathized with the girl at the reception.

Naturally, there's no way this will settle things. You perceived the swordswallowing atmosphere, and an arbitrator emerged from another place.

"Totally... I wonder what you're doing, Len"

"Ah, Mr. Farn."

It is the appearance of Mr. Regular Sister. I've been talking to an adventurer I know and a new Sister girl, and I've noticed some clashes going on.

Ren breathed relieved at the appearance of a woman she could count on. If it were just her though, Linley wouldn't have caught a busy attitude. The mount is stained from the sexual roots.

But seeing the other shadow approaching, Linley's face froze.

Behind me, there was Ez-Ann.

"Um, it's like this guy's willing to take little kids around the dungeon..."

"... Ren, you?

"Wait a minute! The way you say take him around is a little arrogant. This kid is amazing!

Ren makes excuses for Mr. Regular Sister's eyes.

In fact, Linley's strength is high. Busy words and deeds are also due to their own strengths. They're capable of kicking those adventurers in the face.

Regular Mr. Sister, I think, Hmm.

I don't doubt Ren's personality. I also know that the Church's statutory permits the exploration of dungeons from the age of ten. But in common sense, it's true that it's also a problem to take the kid to the dungeon. It is a subtly troublesome matter.

I spoke to an expressionless senior who was beside me about whether to rely on authority here.

"What do you think, Senior?"

"Nothing to stop"

The highest peak of the Church, sometimes called the Virgin, granted permission.

"Stepping through the dungeon is synonymous with beating the emotions of others. Before the will to dive through the trials, it is a matter of age and so on. All the more so if it is to guide paganism, and it can even be said to be necessary. Encourage, boy."

"Because, Tata,"

"Yes. If Master Ez Ann says so."

"Thank you!

Behind Ren, who thanked him and bowed his head, Linley, who had faced the Virgin unexpectedly, was in tears and heavily quiet.