All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Ren was shrinking before the two of them in the room he was brought to.

It is' The Holy Knight 'Snow Alto and' The Virgin 'Ease Ann who are in the room where they were brought.

When he was brought here, Ren didn't even look like he was letting the two of us, celebrities and beauties, samurai if it was just the look, even bought unwanted jealousy, but none of it was in Ren's current day, such as the room that lay in the emotions around him.

Ren was in despair.

If I come to church to talk to a Sister I know about romance, it's this trick. Besides, Farn of the day abandoned me. The fact that my sister I could rely on had given Ren quite a shock.

Would I have done such a sinful thing? Wouldn't it be a little too heavenly to punish anything, no matter how much, if I did something sinful? It was a critical situation to the extent that Len, who had advanced and retreated to the extreme, began to escape reality.

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

"Oh, I'm going on a big boat. Talk to me. Together, we can break through any enemy.

The two eyes you ask are straight. Ease Ann is as faceless as usual, but Snow laughs at Ren in a flamboyant manner. It's a slightly more up-to-the-mind but well-intentioned attitude to help if someone you know is in trouble.

…………

Ren remained silent and slowly closed his eyes.

Reality was hard to see.

As long as we had a romantic consultation with these two, it would be a hundred times more foolish to be a wildcat on the side of the road. Nothing harmless. What a surprise, having a romantic consultation with a wildcat doesn't cause any incidents. How important is someone you can talk to without worrying about your hindsight? Even if I take that point, I get the gratitude of being a slave girl who can spit out her stupidity without any hesitation if she pays a thousand lins.

How about these two?

"The Virgin" Ez Ann and "The Holy Knight" Snow Alt.

These two look good together, and because the continental authority of the Church guarantees merit, these two are very much appreciated by the public, who have no direct knowledge.

But to the best of Ren's knowledge, it's a human two-top who doesn't care about the finesse of others at all.

Whether it be Snow or Ez Ann, he is not a person who, although in a different direction, is able to give advice to others. To be more precise, it's a race where the world would be more peaceful not to give advice to others.

At the end of the day when I tried romantic counseling and such, the fear that the lowest level tour to the dungeon, which was regarded as kidnapping and training, would begin tied Len up. The lack of salvation in the present situation was underscored by the fact that it was already almost a practical experience, or by misguided fears or nothing.

Can't we escape somehow? I gently open my eyes and twitch, and I glance at the entrance and exit of the room. On Ren's shoulder, there is a pompous hand.

"So?"

Snow smiled and encouraged the conversation.

Ren succumbed to it alone, even though nothing was done in particular.

"Yes, I'll talk..."

Before the authority of "Virgin" and "Holy Knight" such as Len's readiness, it was something that would fly if you blew it. Rather than turning his stomach, Len, who is half-baked, tells the truth.

"Nonsense."

It was the iron-skinned nun who cut it to the bottom and threw it away.

"It is such a concern, a problem before secular obscenity. There is nothing more than the missing proof of a believing mind, such as the appearance of a heart being dictated by a fleshbag body. Cut it off more than you want, such as the instincts involved in reproduction. Then all your mistakes will be resolved."

"Even if they say so..."

Even if they tell you to cut it off, you won't have a hard time if you so easily disconnect your desires from the thought circuit. Ren is also seventeen years old. Adolescent uplifting, is the peak of a man's sexuality. When I think about porn, my brain is about to be a monkey. The monkey doesn't have a proper language. Ren said he was rational enough even if he was desperately trying to control it.

But Ez Ann repeated the same thing as pale.

"Then cut it off"

I wasn't sure what you were talking about.

It is always difficult for her to convey her words, even though it is a long time ago. Trying to keep an eye on Ez Ann, wondering what that meant, Ren noticed that she hadn't seen her face.

Ez Ann's gaze was pointing down. He had dropped further than Ren's chest and was pointing at his lower abdomen.

Ez Ann looked up all the time and spotted Ren's eyeball.

"Cut it off."

It was the third time that I could not feel something called emotion, and I understood its true meaning.

Oh, and Ren's face turned blue.

"Given that a person's beginnings were mud, menstruation, reproduction in this world is an unnatural thing. In fact, cutting off one thing to show faith in history was done as a natural regression."

Without even considering the shards, such as Ren's heart, which is pale and speechless, shivering her purple-colored lips and gabbling with "awwwwww," the nun advancing to faith recites the interpretation of the classical doctrine in a gruesome manner.

"The act of making unnatural natural is to show your faith to our Lord. People naturally regress by slashing and discarding uselessness. Show me that with your own hands."

On the day they say that what comes with the body after birth is unnatural or something, it doesn't start unless you ask what nature is, but for Ez Ann, a stubborn fundamentalist regressive, it is recognized as a useless long thing in the first place without the need for something called reproduction.

Because the original human race does not reproduce. It was not until mankind began reproducing that it had its original sins, and the mud body of the beginning, kneaded in the hands of God, was pure.

The light of purification gathered in the palm of Eze Ann, who embodies the miracle of the birth of mankind.

"If you cannot slay yourself, you will destroy evil with the light of my purification."

"Give me a break......!

Ren promptly moved into a dugout position.

Destroy the demon, the light of purification. The definition of 'demon' depends on people. Likewise, if it were irradiated by Ez-Ann's list, Ren's boy would have been threatened with disappearing.

"Have mercy...! Me, I'm still coming!

Ren's instincts were begging for forgiveness. My body laying on the floor was trembling in small pieces. No kidding, it is the culmination of my fear since I came to this city. I guess I can shoulder this when they take me around the bottom of the dungeon.

Sadly, they were both the work of the Virgin.

"Ha-ha-ha. What are you hesitating to do before you have a complete answer that solves everything"

"If you say so, it could be anything. I don't want to be that transcendent."

"That's right, Ez Ann. Whatever it takes, it'll be cool."

Surprisingly, Snow put out a help boat. We can get help out to others. A fresh surprise was born in Ren's heart: this man.

"You still don't understand people's minds. Even the crew are men. You've never used it before, you can't cut it off."

"What's the problem with destroying evil you never used before and never use more than this"

"Don't finalize him until the future. From what I've heard, it's hot, so I'll have a chance to use it in the future."

I've never used it before, but it's superfluous, but it helped anyway. Ren nodded like a broken doll when she was reluctant.

Ez Ann extinguishes the light of purification.

"But what do you do with the boy's wickedness?"

"There's one solution at a time like this. You just have to let him diverge. I mean - exercise!

Exercise, is it?

Relieved that it was a decent opinion.

Snow turns to Ren, smiles very well, thumbs up a lot. It's a grin with a bit of a mazotic side in it that finds pleasure in bullying your body, occasionally in a gymnastic system.

"Oh! The more I die, the worse my body gets, the less I can afford to think about anything else! Of course, even lust can disappear? Right. How about we start with a dungeon full marathon? That's pretty tough for me... but I'm fine. I've never died!

"Yes?"

Ren doubts his ears for such a novel word as a dungeon full marathon.

But Snow didn't seem to care about Ren's reaction.

"Suffering is beyond a certain point, and you can't wait to lose it. I almost died, that feeling of consciousness being pulled from my body so that I could suck it in somewhere and fall...! I can't wait to get sick, can I? I'll teach the crew that virtue. I can't wait to taste the difference between the causes of the fatal injuries and the different ways of distancing consciousness."

Bad. This is a dungeon bottom course flow. In Ren, if you have such an experience, at the end of the day, a soul away from the flesh may be fluttered into heaven as it is.

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Feeling an unfavourable tide from experience, Ren finishes the topic he is thanking without breathing and turns to another conversation.

"Can I talk to you about the Revolutionary Period because it's better than some boring story about me? Me, I want to hear about the brave party, my God! haha!

"Sorry, but my story isn't like letting others listen"

It was Snow who said it away in a chilling tone.

"I have a sense of stupidity, but I don't feel comfortable boring myself when I was stupidest"

It is an incredibly stubborn and unequivocal rejection from the flair it has had so far. Ren drinks sarcastically at the changing atmosphere.

I just wanted to ask about this opportunity because they are two of the brave parties.

The revolution of the emperor's defeat.

At that time, the emperor sitting on the throne was said to have been destroyed, but Ren had doubts.

"Really, has the emperor been defeated?

All this time, the suspicion that was sinking at the bottom of my heart pounded out my mouth.

One girl sitting in Park Square came to mind when I made that inquiry.

Ever since I saw you interact with a brave man in Park Square, or got a loose secret that it was her fault, I had suspicions.

Purple, crystalline.

For humans who lived in the days of the Herbarian Empire, the purple blue colour has special significance.

In those days, it was the only one who could have purple colors. It was forbidden to use the colour 'purple' in the design of the crest, not only for the staining of the cloth, but also for the decoration of the jewels. It's so iconic.

Purple was allowed only to emperors sitting at the apex of the imperial subjects.

The girl who became its secret is involved in the brave man himself who waved the Holy Sword of the defeat of the Empire. And I'm beside Mr. Aniki to Volcano that he was at the brave party.

What does that mean?

The look on Ez Ann's face did not change. What do you know and what are you thinking? It can never be read from her expression.

But Snow wasn't. When the expression is upset and waves.

"Corpsman, you..."

When Snow tried to say something, hello, and the knock rang.

"Excuse me. Mr. Farne wants me to hear about an adventurer named Ren who's here - hi-no! What is this room!?

The woman in glasses is a reporter who was yelling at slave girls for stupidity about the newspaper sometime. Visiting the room at the direction of Fern, who sewed between jobs, she screamed when she saw the person inside.