All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

"... ugh"

Tarta, the new Sister, who is the receptionist for the dungeon at the temple, exhaled heavily.

Before the evening when the afternoon time also deepens. The reception for the dungeon is idle time. Still, Tarta did not distract herself and sat in a spine-extended position.

Labor is a duty. In particular, it is natural to work to obtain food for humans like Tarta, who grew up in monasteries.

Unusual among adventurers, the words unleashed by a girl her own age crept into her head.

- Plain no. - You don't even praise me. Boring job, I'm serious. Tata, it's amazing!

Plain job. Exactly.

The management of the dungeon should be carried out by the Church which gathers people's faith. That's why Tarta, who grew up in church, has been in full-time labor in church since she turned twelve a while ago, doing work involving dungeons.

Nothing. Tarta doesn't want to be praised and she's a nun. I'm serious, I don't even realize that.

I let the church raise me, so I devote my life to the church. It's not a dream, it's not hope, it's a future that was set as a natural path in Tarta at some point and among the people around Tarta.

"Lynn Lynn..."

The name of the girl that always gets tangled up, squeals bossly.

When I registered as an adventurer, the girl I named Lynn Lynn. From an exotic country to see, she always puts up with Tarta's way of life. Leaving the country at that age, becoming an adventurer. If you look at her attitude without a cakera of sadness, you know very well that she is free to live like herself. From her like that, I guess Tarta's life is cramped and boring.

Tarta had someone she was aiming for.

"The Virgin" came to this city at an early age when she was still a starving and suffering child.

She was worthy and transcendent as God's servant, in distress and showing no suffering, and waving a mystery out of the ordinary course. He was the kind of person who embodied the Church's teachings, and admired that if he followed the Church's teachings, he could be like her.

I wanted to be like that guy. Church labor was considered to be the first step.

Yet I am.

"Tarta."

Tong returned to me with the feeling of being slapped on the shoulder.

"Mr. Farn?

It is a gentle smiling adult woman, a nun with a baptismal name named Farn, who has spoken.

"Shh, excuse me. Be confused..."

"No, no, that's okay, right? I don't have any customers right now."

Tarta didn't really like her.

It's not a matter of her personality, it's due to a difference of position. There is a trench that can really be made from the difference in consciousness between a monastic raised priest and people who, like Furn, abandon their original positions and belong to the Church. I thought we were people who were too different from each other to be born and raised to understand.

Farn is a sweet man. Very sweet, but that's the kindness of a position you can afford.

Aware of the vulgar heart in him, Tarta nodded to bitterness.

"You won't get used to it yet, and you're tired, right? Come up early today."

"Oh, but..."

It's still early time to finish working. Fern smiles with a grin when he sees Tarta bewildered with a raised face.

"It's okay. I'm still a little, 'cause I can afford it. Instead, I'll take care of it."

"So, but"

"It's not a matter of quantity. Tarta, you better get some rest because you're not very pale. When I can afford a job, I just need someone who can afford it."

"... Yes"

On a second prompting, Tarta nodded cursorily.

Did it seem so, I couldn't afford it? Standing up, from behind, Fahn's bright voice arrived.

"If you want to get some rest, I recommend nearby Park Square."

Tarta left the church listening without responding to the words.

Tarta, who went up early to work, was out.

I didn't feel like I was in the temple. I wanted to distract myself by walking and feeling the air outside.

It doesn't mean he's made some big mistake since he got into labor. I think he's doing well with the help around him. Tarta, who grew up in a convent, had seen and learned what to do since she was an apprentice.

The practice has worked so far.

Yet.

"... ugh"

Also, the sigh leaked unconsciously. After the exhalation spills, I become aware of the weight of my shoulders. My body gets heavy. I can't get tired. Something is nesting in Tarta's heart.

Why are you so tired?

Nothing, nothing unpleasant has happened. The people around you are sweet, and they do what they have to do. If you're at reception, you'll have some weird guests, but that's why other nuns cover you.

There must be nothing wrong with that.

Yet.

"Ha..."

Sigh, I can't stop.

Somewhere, I want to sit down and rest. That's what I thought. The park nearby was where Tarta turned her legs. Unconsciously, it may have been influenced by Farn's words.

I walked out the entrance and my legs stopped immediately.

There was someone in Park Square.

She's a beautiful girl in a white piercing coat. Older than Tarta, but still younger. A blue-haired, fantastic silver-haired girl with a leather collar around her neck hid her mouth with a sign that said 'All Affirmative Slave Girls: 10 Minutes A Thousand Lins A Time' and smiled truly.

……

Tarta stuck her own cheek silently.

Much - and along with the feeling of my cheeks stretching, I appeal to you to stop the pain from stretching your cheeks any further.

Tarta, with her fingers off, strokes her tingling cheek. Apparently, the person who becomes the 'All Affirmative Slave Girl' is neither a dream nor an illusion.

It was vigilance that floated in Tarta's chest, free from confusion.

To see, it's not decent.

What, is it suspicious business? But what is all affirmation? How could such a girl do that? Pong and one answer were born in Tarta as thoughts circled.

I was wondering if that girl was looking for charity in a place called the park.

A heart of pity was born on Tarta's chest when she found something that seemed like an answer.

Tarta looks at her purse. Even after deducting the daily food, there was room for about a thousand phosphorus. Determined, Tarta approached the girl in the center of Park Square and offered her a thousand lins.

"Here you go."

The silver-haired girl smiled softly and received a thousand phosphorous.

Step away from the sign from your mouth. Glossy jugular lips, shaped jaw tips. Half of his hidden face was also as beautiful as he expected.

It was at the same time that the girl's lips were opened, even though she was so in love, that she wondered why such a person was begging.

"People have their own reasons to worry!!!! Any man, young or old is unhappy!!! You shouldn't scorn yourself for how crappy the dissatisfaction you had in you!!!!! You should easily spit out a lot of stupidity here!!!!! ahhh!

Clear husky voice and just blinking sales smile.

"... Huh?

To the overwhelming volume of voices that betrayed his clear appearance, Tarta couldn't react other than floating a question mark over his head.