All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The revolution was about to end.

Many members of the public felt signs of an end were coming during the long period of civil unrest.

In the birth of the brave man of the Redemption with the Holy Sword, the appearance of the Virgin Ease Ann. Imperialism, which was loud among the extremes of poverty by their activities, was beginning to be banished, and hope was emerging among people.

The masses lurk their breath and wait for the end of the Empire.

In the meantime, there were parents and children who faced each other quietly in a mansion located throughout a certain city.

"... Father"

"What?"

"I'm going into church."

……

I was not asked why. Because my father had an accurate grasp of her feelings as a daughter.

That good guess makes me irresistibly reluctant to accept it for her, my daughter, at times.

My father was too good a politician.

My daughter's girlfriend was so disgusted to see her relatives safe.

"Am I wrong?

"No."

She waved for the first time.

My father did nothing wrong.

He protected his family through. I couldn't even shake my position. How great has that been in the last eight years?

In the revolutionary upheaval, few people have lost their families.

My father, who swimmed through a period of unrest because he was not particularly good or conspicuously vicious, but excellent, deserved to be called a masterpiece.

That's why I guess I'm the one with such a wagga mom out of my mouth that I didn't deserve to be his daughter.

"Father. I just want to help people."

"Then you just have to be in the political arena. You're smart. The spirituality of accepting reality as reality has more than enough qualities as my successor. You're a woman, but you can even use being a woman to set the stage for politics. Or maybe even history."

With parental support, the supplement is a needless factor to be told.

She was convinced that my father was indeed right. Born in a bourgeois house, he grew up educated by his father, who was elected mayor, and is given a cornerstone ground to aspire to politicians.

It's a life full of difficulties and at the same time honorable rewards.

However, I didn't even think of the fine dust I wanted to do.

"Your brother will succeed your father. He wants it, too, and he works hard."

"... why are you going to church?"

"I want to help people because I'm self-satisfied."

To my father's enquiry, I said it clearly.

"Instead of saving tens of millions of people with one fingertip, I just want people in front of me to heal, receive gratitude, and smile"

"... you're on your own. You don't want to change anything, you don't want to help someone?

"If you are to be bewitched, to the person in front of you. There is no regret if you are bewitched by the act of moving your hands, not by the whispers of a stranger's invisibility."

"It's hard. You have no idea how hard it is. You're just gonna be ready right now. Not even the person in front of you can look at what you do. If you do the right thing, you'll be appreciated correctly. If you think about it, you're betrayed badly."

As a father, or as one person who has lived more than twice as long as his daughter, I give sincere advice to an unknown girl.

People aren't right from birth.

Thank you for your advice.

Deeply thank the lady to end the conversation.

"I don't want justice. I just complete my self-satisfaction."

"Right."

Her father also gave up persuasion. I knew exactly how strong my daughter was.

"Then go. Don't ever lay this house down again."

"Yes, Father."

The word means insulation from my father, who is a parent. Without shaking her separation from her bloodline, she looks up.

"Thank you for bringing me up so far"

"Of course, don't thank me."

"... Yes"

Later, the girl, who had been baptized in the church, received the baptismal name 'Farn'.

"Here it is, here it is"

In a room in the royal palace that came to visit stealing the eyes of a brave party, Volcano threw a collar at the preacher.

"That's the limit I'm going to put off. Let's get to the bottom of this."

Only the appearance is made of superior looking leather, with a broken chain collar named 'Slave Collar'.

It is the product of a dungeon that seals a man's power and only works to take away his free will and rule. It is a dish that must be discovered in any urban dungeon and is forbidden to be used for any reason.

"Do you have to wear something like this...? To Your Majesty... to the Lord of this Empire...!

Volcano, who is visiting the Royal Palace as the use of the Carvel family, snorts at the attitude of a preacher dragging his unconcerned loyalty.

"If we are to escape the current brave party, we need to seal the power of Jade Sound. At least I need to be invisible. Whatever the brave knight is... otherwise, that religious woman won't stop."

In fact, I'm not sure if this will seal the jade sound. Slave collars have unparalleled power of domination and sealing, but it is dubious whether they are strong enough to resist the mysteries of innate.

But if the wearer had no mind to resist, it could have had the necessary minimum effect of blocking the signs of jade sounds.

"Conversely, if you can't even feel the innate mystery of that kid, there will be no more great patriarchal name for the church. If only Ez Ann would stop, then the rest would be Choroy. I know you can't rule, but it's worth a shot."

"But give me something like this...!

"When I say yes, I say no. If only the Emperor were alive, the Empire would remain." Empire, be forever ". That's the Imperialist motto."

Volcano's and I don't like doing this. What's so fun, putting a slave collar on a child or something?

But the value of jade sounds is so immense that they are equated with the whole empire. Don of the Carvel family is also understandable for wanting to get it in his hands through the preacher.

I mock myself inside to see if I'm the same as I am halfway there.

I'm feeling disgusted and annoyed that I can't help my boss's thoughts about manipulating a kid who's not even old enough, even though he's broken off taking on a single stick that crushes the country. So even though I'm splitting up about being a spy for a brave party, I'm thinking ahead of you about a profit that only the work involved with that young emperor can't compare to my emotions.

"Just pick it. There's no time."

Aware that he was similar to the commander who shook his hand with a collar, Volcano was irritated by an irresistible aversion.

The collapse of the Herbarian Empire.

The girl, who was a false emperor, felt like other personnel that the country she was at the apex would collapse.

"Please run away. I'll stay here and buy some time."

That's what the preacher told me, and even when I was transferred from the royal palace with my collar on, I didn't understand what was happening to her.

Why should I run away? I don't know why I've been here, and I don't even know what's going on in the first place. It doesn't even come to mind, such as the outlook for the future.

He left the Imperial Capital with his collar in place, as he was told, and came to the cities of the region.

She fell from the emperor, but didn't think of herself as unhappy. Because they weren't informed of one thing in the first place about what was going on.

Even when I heard the country was doomed, I wondered why it was doomed, as much as what it was because it was doomed.

Even the mansion so moved, the girl was treated with the utmost politeness. So nothing, I wasn't experiencing any inconvenience where the country was doomed.

Speaking of unusual things, just two.

Weird collar, wrapped around your neck and one more thing.

It's about people being put aside that have changed.

"Are you doing this with a valued customer?

……

To the boy's voice, he opens his eyes in surprise.

It was also the first time they had spoken to me, but the boy's voice sounded so clean that the girl had never heard it.

Extremely rare, natural soprano voice.

I look seriously at his face in the clear voice I hear for the first time. Contrary to angelic voices, there is nothing distinctive about appearance. I noticed that he had the same collar wrapped around his neck, but that's all.

"So, what am I supposed to do? I don't know, but they told me to have a good time."

"... yeah"

"No, I mean, yeah. I can't believe I was planted. It's like a song. Come on."

"... yeah"

"... you're not listening to people."

"... yeah.......... yeah?

Listen appropriately, then tilt your neck. Was that a good word to snort? I don't think I should have.

So I finally focused on something other than the voice of the person in front of me.

"... you, who?

"Me? I'm a slave bought by these people here. He said to keep you entertained so you wouldn't feel free. Enjoy the one with the same collar as me."

The boy looks abominable and spits.

I don't even know what such a nasty trick means, and the girl rounds her eyes.

Which one?

That's the first word I've ever heard. I wasn't sure what that meant. So the girl asked the other one in this room.

"... you too?

It was the brunette girl who was ahead of me, stuffed and twinkled. Better than myself, I'm sure. She was cautious and refrained from doing so with a similar approximation to the distance of her heart.

She dressed exotically, too, still wears a collar.

"My name is Ichiki. As you can see, they sell you out more than exotic, and they're offering to take care of you for whatever cause. I guess it's because I'm getting close to my age... and I'm practicing my behavior to an extent that I don't get ugly. On this street, we are fitted with collars so that you can neither escape nor hide. I don't even have the extra lookout because of this."

The girl, who had a pungent tone but first met a human being younger than herself, gets intrigued and approached.

She is a girl beside her as a caretaker in a mansion moved from the royal palace. He was chosen out of his own age because he slipped through and was brilliant and clever.

For being approached, the brunette girl stepped back. The reaction to being distanced is fresh, and she goes after her opponent.

A few times, if I did that, a brunette girl would twist her.

"Do you want to rush? Let me know if you have business."

"... come on?

You don't even know what you want to do. Tilting his neck with a young trick, the colour of mockery floated in the eyes of a brunette girl with a chilling voice.

"You're miserable that you can't even get rid of your own sari. That's how you were raised...... psychological states where people don't have their own will are called 'slave states'. I thought that's exactly what you were doing."

"... which one?

Also, the same word came out.

A brunette girl ironically raises the end of her mouth to her reaction, which blinked her eyes strangely.

"Yeah, I'm a slave. There is no time in ancient times and now East and West, when slaves have disappeared. Where we have banned the system, people's desire for domination cannot disappear. It is the heart of man that truly disparages man, and no matter how nobly you are born, you and other slaves who have lost their thinking heads must be alike"

Full of sarcasm, she touches the collar wrapped around her neck and mocks herself.

"Well, I can't say that right now..."

Cut the words and look at the slightly blue hair.

The young but knowledgeable chick figured out who she was just looking at the blue pigments that could not be in the human body

"I think you should feel a little responsible for yourself, don't you?

……

What the hell is this girl talking about?

The girl didn't understand it at all.

The word 'which' is strange, and I'm not sure about the concept of responsibility. What's more strange is that she assumes, certain things.

"What am I... what?

The look on the brunette's face froze.

Why did you stop the words and why do you look like that? The girl who lost the name of Fuyurasiat IV doesn't know.

"Uh, I mean, is that... is it called an impulse for human beings to go into voluntary action... it's an expression of desire"

"All the time?"

"Do you want to do something? It's a mind that wants something, other than physiological desire. There was a stage in a person's desire..."

……

She tilts her neck at stories that are getting harder to catch in various tones.

Basically, she's never wanted to do anything.

Her life was always filled. Before I felt any inconvenience, I was desperately exhausted. I've never felt special loneliness for being alone.

More importantly, because in her spirit there are innate mysteries that precede self-consciousness, the nucleus of jade sounds.

There's only one thing that other people want from her after she's born like that.

"... to make the jade sound?

Because I was asked to sound the jade correctly. There was definitely a popular opinion of the innate mystery in me.

He asked me to give him the correct sound.

And the messenger told me what the correct jade sounds like.

That's it. When I said it was me, somehow there was pity in the eyes of an exotic girl.

"... if you don't mind, it's..."

"I don't know."

"- Ahhh!?

A soprano voice boy who suddenly cracked and came in stuck the head of a brunette girl.

"I don't know - if you're listening to me because I'm talking about it, you just look a little smart and great! Are you stupid and fun to say and deny to someone else's way of life?

"Wow, I'm not like that -!"

Just shut up.

"- Ugh!

Decopin on the forehead. In that blow, the brunette girl, who had some tense attitude, twitches and tears.

Still resolutely exhorted.

"Wow, I didn't say anything wrong! It's not in line with the logic, such as being cautioned to be honest!

"Not if you didn't say the wrong thing - you're right! Think about them and choose your words. There's no way I'm going to get through this mess with a guy like you."

"Let it be, passing the truth is the right thing to do! Harnessing the correctness gained from the knowledge I learned from my ancestors should reward you!

"You know what?"

The boy exhales as if frightened.

"If I were, wouldn't me and you be here like this?

The brunette girl got stuck in words.

The boy, who disputed the head girl, shifted his gaze to her.

"So, it's you, you. You're not the dumbest."

I call it stupid, it annoys me. I've never been told such disrespect before in my life.

"... and not stupid"

"Hmm? How old are you?"

"… XI"

"Ho. I'm thirteen. Older than you."

"... so?

"Respect"

"... idiot, I can't respect"

It's not what I found out about seniority or anything.

She is great. It is the most honorable being in this world. Everybody, that's what he said.

The brunette girl is very smart and speaks of knowledge she doesn't know. That's a very nice thing.

So what about the boy in front of you?

I have a grudge. She reaches out to comfort the brunette girl with eyes. Along the way, it was when I touched her collar with dark hair.

"Huh?"

Her hand only touched it, destroying the function of the slave collar.

Hands on collar as brunette girl rounds her eyes. Only the ability to seal power remains intact, and only the curse of domination is lifted. Then the collar was removed without any resistance.

She wasn't particularly interested in the collar, so she strokes the girl's dark hair okay.

"Should have been... lied... the curse of domination, just touching...? What a miserable, innate miracle......! Is it this much, what is jade noise!

"Oh, man. Seriously. Hey, you, on my collar too."

"... eh................ why?

"Whatever!

Obsessed with stroking the girl's glossy dark hair, she also touches the shabby boy's collar.

Likewise, something felt broken. Besides, the boy raises his euphoria. She shows no interest in their excitement and returns to the task of stroking the head of a brunette girl.

Hey, let's get out of here.

"... Run away?

"But I'm not going to run away from here..."

"Neither am I. But it's better than staying caught by those guys in here. Not right away, though. They're on guard."

"... hmm"

"... why are you, so much for everyone else"

"I mean, uh... could you please stop stroking your head...?

That's how I met them, I didn't know them yet.

Toying with people's dignity, people's malice.

Even if the two girls didn't know, he was the only one who knew.

"Whatever. Why don't the three of us work together and say goodbye from such a rotten place!

Of the three young men, only the boy with the cheapest life knew the lightness of his life.