Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

"Please, comrade! Give me... Give me a job!!

Eromura, who happened to meet Tsvate on his way to the Great Library.

That erotica you suddenly, the'DOGEZA in front of him.

You were, to be honest, so donned by the brilliant manly manipulation that you threw away there, both shame and outward, that you were exposed to tremendous curiosity from your surroundings.

And I'm more embarrassed about my surrounding eyes than that.

"Hey... comrade. When we meet, suddenly what are you imitating?

"Give me a job! If I stay unemployed, I can't make the slave harem of my dreams... Please! Give me... Give me a job!! You're right!!

"Slave Harlem? You... you haven't given up yet."

"If you're a man, you're going to push towards your dreams! I made a mistake, I'll admit it. But you still have thoughts you can't get rid of, right? Harlem is the biggest dream for a man!!

"I said it in grandeur. You're manly in a way, but you're not saying it in a place like this!

"I know full well that it's a disgrace! But all I can ask for is a comrade. So please, give me a job!

"Which one do you think is a disgrace? A petition for a job mediation in an odd position? Or is it slave harem?

Slave Harlem. Sounds like a classic rear recharge life in a lanobe or something, but it's actually hard to do.

In the first place, in the Solister Magic Kingdom, slaves have their human rights upheld. It is true that there is not much going on from slavery to conjugal relations, but that is a fairly small example.

Slavery, so to speak, is the good offices of the workers, who naturally also have to take care of their salaries and their lives, and the period of slavery disappears by completing the repayment of their debts in accordance with the contract.

After the period of time and repayment tied by the magic contract, you will be free. In the meantime, if you do not develop into a romantic relationship, you will end up with it. If you can contract with the person you want in the middle of the romantic syndrome (Love Syndrome), you will not have to know, and you will rarely normally enter into a slave contract and have a relationship with a lover.

Slaves are sold because they don't have a job, and if they get skill and pay as workers, they don't have to work under their current masters, even if they finish their bondage period.

If you continue to be forced to tie up the main contract even after it expires, you will, on the contrary, be paid an extrajudicial penalty. That was laid down by the labor standards laws of this country, which equates to no slave harem, as you call it, Eromla.

On a good note, if you develop from a relationship between a slave and his husband into a relationship, you will be admitted at the end of the bond of slavery. It can't actually be slave harem or anything like that.

He also naturally had to pay taxes if he became a couple, and needed the corresponding money to maintain polygamy.

"Well, even if it's good to be an escort, right? You... you make enough money to keep paying taxes on slaves?

"I have confidence in swords and magic. If it's about a mass-produced demon around here, we can wipe it out, right?

"No, then you can be a mercenary. Why are you my escort..."

"... If you are a Duke's escort knight, I wonder if your salary is good..."

"Not bad, but he's under my father's command, isn't he? I can't make up my mind. I don't have the money to be free."

"It's the Duke's house, isn't it? Aren't you a know-how in tax collection?

"There's no reason! If nobles misappropriated taxes privately, all the other nobles would imitate them! Can you imitate the resentment between the people and the country?!

"With that said, I thought you said that too? How come you don't have a penny?

"I'm making my own money. Neither did my father..."

Zvate gets a little allowance from his parents, but not enough to spend in vain.

Education in the Duke's house is rigorous, and the amount of pennies given a month is somewhat higher than that of ordinary people. Then you'll have to make your own money.

It was to the extent of making a metal workmanship with magic pills and hobby sculptures if necessary and gaining some money. He is surprisingly clever with his hands, but the carving of his hobby is a secret he has not taught anyone.

Tuvate had a talent as a craftsman.

In addition, due to the fact that the magic ceremony has been engraved, metal craftsmanship has recently been sold as a magic prop. In fact, the mercenaries bought it and it was quite well received.

"I'm having a pretty rough time, too, huh? Do you have the money to be free so easily?"

"Well, reality is... that's annoying"

"React your thoughtless behavior. I'm just a student now, aren't I? I want to help, but there are things I can and cannot do."

"Sorry... I just wanted a steady income. To make my dreams come true..."

"You can recommend him as a knight, but you can't even do clerical work, right? I also need forecasts and strategic knowledge about calculating the consumption of food and maintaining the march. Can't you do that?

"... I can't. Me... because I don't like that."

Eromura, as soon as possible, my thoughts are off and my mind is down.

Before that, it is a mistake at a time when we are putting the power of others on us.

"What, you don't have a job in your hand? Can't you do anything about the production system like blending or blacksmithing?"

"I'm in combat. I don't have that skill...... It's only as good as [fishing], right?

"You can't, then... Are you going to be a fisherman?

Eromura, whose priority is to break, was not for the knights.

Knights are elite positions that protect noble guards and inhabitants, and they also require the corresponding knowledge and strength and, above all, the personality to be able to observe discipline. The knight's misdemeanor remains a disgrace to the nobility, and as a profession, it has a high multiplier like a famous school.

A first-class knight works in rigorous training and study, and only those who pass the prescribed line on it can become a holy knight.

Those who were less than able to do so will be knights, guards, etc., but they will not be able to do clerical work. And Eromura, you were not good at these clerical systems.

"I skipped class in high school."

"High school? Could it be an educational institution like a college?

"Ah? Oh, that's the place. Me, come on, watching dozens of humans gather in one room to study makes me awfully restless. I don't know what you mean, come on, you're getting frustrated..."

"Well, I don't know what it feels like, but it's a place to educate yourself about something useful in the future, isn't it? You don't think I'm sorry about the parents who pay?

"No, my parents shove me into my sock with a good look, too. Ooh. I was the bottom line when it comes to grades. I really wanted to go to an industrial specialty."

"You couldn't let me go where I wanted, and you weren't motivated? I guess that happens. In fact, there are people like that in college."

"I'm sorry I took the exam at a critical point. Every time my grades go down because of this, my parents can do it. I persevere in my habit of ignoring my child's hopes, and my grades drop! At the end of the day, I said what to expect from my brother."

"Uh... you're here, those irresponsible parents. The guy who pushes his aspirations on his own, and when he defies his expectations, he gets eclampsia... You hear a lot of similar stories?

"For that reason, I don't care about manual labor, but you can't do administrative work for a bit... I don't know, 'cause I'm getting frustrated."

Eromura, you [Kido Muraki] dreamed of a profession that suited his tastes such as cars and motorcycles.

However, it was the intention of his father, the president of an SME, to force him to take the private high school exam.

Her mother was also basically the same kind as her father, a woman who cared about her surrounding eyes and looked all glorious. When I was lucky enough to pass a private high school, I was blowing around.

In the end, trees began to skip high school because the living environment was unsuitable for their skin and their hobbies took precedence over their former ones and their obsessive personalities. Immerse yourself in a nearby repair factory on a part-time basis, and that's when you find out and you have a big fight with your parents.

They ran away because their parents told them to 'disgrace' them at the end of the sentence. After that, he lived in an apartment where friends lived, brushing their arms as technicians among themselves.

He was a very common player playing with his buddies on vacation and in his spare time in [Sword and Sausaris]. It's not about hikikomori or nerd hobbies.

The goal was to build our own team and compete in the race, but this reincarnation turned us down.

"You're struggling unexpectedly... Ok...... do you dare hire me as an escort, not a knight? You're gonna pay me for a while to talk to my dad, but you can't give me that much, can you?

"Is that good? You don't have the money to be free, do you?

"You're making a little tools and making a dime. Not much, but I can pay him for a while."

"I'm sorry, comrade... thank you. You can eat as much as you want."

"Don't worry about it. Instead, I'm gonna have you escort me when I go up to the top, okay?

"That's how cheap you are. Leave it to me, I'm good at getting busted!

The men's friendship was thick.

"Than that, where should I stay today..."

"Ahhh... do you have that too"

"After the slave fell, all the money was taken in. With penalty......"

"You, look into the law... I can't have my room..."

"Why? I heard in the musho that college dorms are huge, right?

"Apricots use empty rooms. All you have to do is sleep on the couch, okay?

- Cut!

At that time, Eromura, you opened your eyes in a dramatic tone and gave a startling look.

No, it's not only amazing, it's also a mixture of desperate colors like what I believed was betrayed.

Is the tremor transmitted throughout the body anger, or gradually it becomes fierce?

And then I hit Zveit with the fierceness of that thought.

"You! I thought you were a comrade, but you turned to the rear!?

"No, the apricot guy's sitting there on his own. Yesterday, my father sent me a contract for an escort contract..."

"What, you're living with a girl! You're jealous, motherfucker -!!

"I don't know... what are you talking about with such a child?

"Girl...... still bluer than blue fruit, sweet forbidden sound...... I have planted such things and such things within the present, and they will all be ideal meat slaves..."

"So that's a crime!? Is that what you're up to?

"Whoa, you want to try drowning in your forbidden love? If you're beautiful, you're a mature woman, and your wife is good-looking!

"Don't freshen up, it's livestock and guess business!! I don't want to die socially or in my life!!

Eromura, you couldn't help but like porn.

Suspiciously if you were really working towards your dreams.

"First of all, I still have my life to spare. Apricots, you're strong, aren't you?

"Really? I don't really know..."

"My master said [Shadow Six], right? What kind of party is this?

"... or six shadows? Apricot? Seriously? With that said, was that what that old man was saying? No way...... that kid is [Peach Shinobi]!?

"You've forgotten before. Well, good... you know about apricots?

"Well, if it's about a rumor, you know what? A ninja party that has instantly killed various enemies, even though it is a standout sneak outfit...... one of them is [Peach Shinobi]. Not as good as the annihilators, but the famous upper levels."

"Then you know what I mean. You think you can live with your hands on a kid like that? Physically......"

"Don't die. Bad opponent... I can't win either."

Before that, it was a crime at the point of reaching out to a young girl.

But only this time, they're bad opponents to turn it into porn. The party [Shadow Six] is one of the top players, close to the few [Destroyers].

Not only is [limit breaking] fulfilling the conditions of [critical breakthrough], so there will be no life if you imitate it in a detour. All levels were in their 700s.

For the record, you can complete one condition of [Extreme Breach] at level 900, but it is determined at random whether the later condition is like. Nor does anyone know how many conditions there are.

Some great sage doesn't know the fine terms or anything because he had cleared the terms at some point.

"What are you gonna do with your hands on the kid? You want to lose your slaves again?

"... even if you can't help it at first, don't you think it would be okay if we ended up with an agreement? You have romance."

"I don't think so!? Where in crime is romance, you suck as a person!!

"At the very least, I want to be told, 'I love you brother'. Upper Eye...... haha"

"... you think Apricot would say that?

"I don't think. But I think you're free to dream."

"It's a crime..."

Elomura, you were an unblemished porn.

The teenager who had dreams of competing in the race must have been turned down and ran to porn.

But my new dream was ethically OUT.

"Sofa - but you can stay! After that, we'll make some money from mercenary activities!

"You're desperate... well, good... Don't get your hands on the apricot, even if I'm wrong, okay?

"... Let's do good"

"Wait, what the hell is going on between now and now? Seriously, don't get your hands on me, okay? My master killed me..."

"What's up? Comrade... hmm?

The look on Zveit's face turned and it got steep, and I noticed that his gaze was looking somewhere else, Mr. Eromura.

Wondering but looking back, one college student stood there.

Moreover, the garment is dyed red and black, emitting a strange odor.

"Hyahahahaha!! I found it, shitty bug!! I'm going to kill you right now, gehahahahahahaha!!

"Samtrol......"

He laughs joyfully in a mental state that doesn't seem sane, exposing his clothes dignified red and black stained with blood.

It's clearly getting high, and it's revealing hostility.

Zveit immediately entered the battlefield position.

"Do you know him? Seems pretty flippant..."

"You're more of an enemy than I know you. I just don't think he's been this good."

"You got your hands on bad drugs, didn't you? Pretty delightful..."

Eromura, you take the shield out of the inventory, pull out the sword, and at the same time hold the stand.

Gear far higher than the mercenaries in the area and peek out the thumb trolls.

"This... is definitely gonna be a fight, huh? I'm willing to kill him..."

"I agree. Damn, I didn't know you were such an idiot so far..."

In the midst of mutual vigilance, Samtrol ran out and tried to tap his filthy fist with blood towards Zveit.

But that fist is held back by Eromura's shield and bounced back lightly.

"What!?

"Dude, you don't make it so easy to beat up your employer. What are you ignoring me for?

"I'm not interrupting. Well, if you don't mind, I'll get you something delicious. Hehe."

"Unfortunately, I have a hobby for you!!

"Gaha!?

A sharp kick is slammed into Samtrol's belly, and 10 meters is lightly flown.

The momentum stops with a direct hit to the pillars of the street lamp as the passive fails and rolls.

"Become!? Then, stupid...... I, I should have gotten stronger!! This can't be happening!

"Strong? Where? You're so weak, huh?

"... Hey, comrade eromura. How many grids do you have?

"Me? About 600, I guess? You can call me Elomora! My name is Orpheus III.

"... wasn't that Reinhardt? Well, either is fine."

"Nice!?

Approximately the two caricaturists, Samtrol was trembling with humiliation.

His level now is 95. If the highest level of inhabitants in this world is 300, even at the level of Samtrol, the average person would be an easy level to kill.

But Eromla, your current exact level is 621. Zveit is also level 183.

I was too weak to deal with these two.

"Stupid...... stupid stupid stupid stupid, stupid - whoa!! I must have gotten stronger!! I, the noble blood clan, can't be weaker than these trash people!!

Trouble is, Samtrol didn't sound good enough to recognize the strength of the opponent.

If they are weak, they look down, and if they are strong, they do not take the lead from themselves in trying to be strong in their fiercely jealous habits.

So he couldn't even be strong, and until now, his lineage was all he had, except for that, he became nothing.

I grew up spoiled, partly because of it, but I don't have the metric to acknowledge others' strengths. And to see the world around me, I was even overconfident in my power.

There is no way that such a person would want to enhance himself, let alone train himself.

I have no choice but to be strong on my own strength than to be cut off from the Marquis of Weasler family. Normally everyone knows reality here, but he kept denying reality and getting his hands on the monstrous drugs he bought behind it.

I made a fool of myself for training more seriously than I did before, and this is what I had fun with and flirted with.

But he's so arrogant that he believes it's even right. That's why I was devoting my heart to eliminating the powerful. Wrong place to try.

"What the hell is this guy doing out here? You're weaker than comrade Zveit..."

"Well, I admit I'm weaker than my comrade Elomla, but you're not just gonna end up being weak like this, are you?

"Right. But can't this guy see the difference in strength from his opponent? You're stupid, aren't you?

"Whoa, Sam, Troll's an idiot, huh? He doesn't try to be strong, he just spreads prestige around his mouth."

"Oh... I'm here, such an idiot. So, you like to pull their legs, don't you?

"He's the only one who's pulling royal blood, but nothing else. Besides, he was taken care of by his parents."

"... royalty? Is it all right if I blow him off?

"Don't worry, if it's royal blood, so am I. It's because they're kicking us out of the Marquis, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Samtrol's college student uniform was stained with blood and I fully understood what I had been doing.

Predict that you were probably raising your grid (level) while fighting.

"Heck, I'm kidding!! There can't be a stronger guy than me!! He made me stronger!!

"Whoa... seriously, you got your hands on the Yabe pills. But if you can be strong enough with your meds, you won't have a hard time, will you?

"Ah... magic drugs are a classic way to enhance your abilities somewhat. I've never heard of anyone who could be so strong so rapidly."

"It's not enough... That's not enough medicine! I don't think so...!"

Unable to accept reality, Samtrol grabbed a ton of tablets in his palm and threw them into his mouth all at once when he took out the medicine bottle. I can hear you chewing through the bollocks and tablets.

"Huhi! Kita, Kitaze-!! This is him. With this power, Temee, etc...."

Countless blood vessels float up on Samtrol's face, and his flesh swells up to an unusual extent.

Unusually exuberant muscles are exposed from the bottom, along with the sound of bees and clothes tearing apart.

"I'm not dying - Ew!! Zveit OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

"... I don't like it"

- Gosh!

Zveit adds an upper to Samtrol's jaw as he progresses, punches his fist into his repeatedly defenseless belly and punches his left hook in the face the moment he squatts.

And from there, Eromura, you kick Samtroll in the ass.

Defenseless or unacceptable thumb trolls roll down the ground and lick the ground unnecessarily as they spit blood or cut their mouth.

The difference was manifested between those who were merely prestigious and those who came with training to be strong.

"Does the muscle look...... The general public could have killed him, but not to this extent..."

"But what is it? Your muscles are so swollen just by using the medicine. Whatever you think, it's bad for you."

"I think so, too. Definitely the type with side effects. Ask Cloisas to analyze it later..."

"It's a lie... it's a lie... it's a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie"

"Look at reality. But if you can be strong with drugs, you'll be strongest with the people around you by now."

Zveit was frightened.

He was an abominable opponent, but that's just how stupid he gets through his anger.

"Why... I'm royal! Why am I acting like this..."

"Because you just bragged about your blood, and you failed in your efforts to improve yourself, didn't you? What now?"

"No! No, no, no, no, no - Ugh!! It's you - you took everything from me!! Your servants betrayed me and Bremite disappeared because of you!! It's all your fault, Zveit. Oh-ooh!!

"That's how you can't do it because you blame others for your incompetence! Eight hits around if you fail in the habit of not thinking for yourself and leaving everything to manpower. Are you a kid?"

"Shut up!! I am excellent!! You deserve to be king!!

"... you don't. Inheritance is low, and you've been stripped of that inheritance because of this one, haven't you? The royal family takes precedence over the inheritance sequence, and your sequence is lower than mine. Well, I don't want to be a king."

The sequence of Zveit's right to inherit the throne is twelfth and Samtrol twenty-third. Normally thinking about it is not the order in which you can be king.

But Samtrol always publicly said 'I'll be the next king' about what he did wrong.

This is one of the factors that hit treachery that ignored the sequence, and the Marquis of Whistler truncated Samtrol because this was passed on to the royal ear.

If you spread the word that you will 'be king' even though you have a legitimate heir, then you will have no choice but to consider it a rebellion against the country. Samtrol couldn't even think about it.

"Brainwash in defiance of the will of others. More treacherous words and actions to the royal family, and attempted assassinations against the Duke's family. It's better if they just don't kill you, right? You invited me."

"No! No, no, no, no! You... I guess you disparaged me - Ew!!

"Hey, comrade... He's so sweet to himself? It's amazing - it's no different than my poor kid..."

"As you can see. I don't feel like saying anything anymore."

"Oh... when we get here, it's splendid in a way. King of Baka."

"Then make a fool of me... I always kill all these guys!!

I can't think of any more words.

Samtrol pours the rest of the medicine into his mouth when he takes the bottle out again, as he sees it with the kind of eyes that the two look cute.

Some tablets fell to the ground, but I chewed them up and swallowed them forcefully, regardless.

The fortified flesh plays off the garment and the skin goes light and black discolored. Scales float and harden in the arms, and protrusions grow in the back.

"Goloz...... gizamara goloj deyaru - - Huh!!

"Dude...... you finally quit being human? Sam, the Troll guy, where'd you get that stuff?"

"Seriously... what the hell, that pill. Turning humans into demons!? Yabeye......"

"The question is, how enhanced..."

"Zineeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Demonized Samtroll maximizes his enhanced power and hits Zveit.

"Let it be, huh?

Eromura you defend Zveit with a shield again. At that moment I hear a bee and an unpleasant noise, dos black liquid scattered all around me.

Samtrol's arm was bent into an unlikely shape and his bones were also protruding from the inside out.

The moment he was defended by a shield, his muscles broke and his bones seemed crushed and broken.

"... no way, the flesh hasn't caught up against the fortified powers?

"Was the color of demon blood black? It also smells like rot...... dirty!

"Gyoaaaaa!!

It's like you don't feel pain, demonized Samtrol obsessively targets Zveit, but every time Eromura prevents you, your muscles bounce and fly, and the sound of your bones breaking.

But still don't stop attacking.

"This guy... destroys himself"

"Perhaps, but I can't help but strengthen my physical abilities so my body can't withstand shocks and loads."

"Gyorozhu...... Omaela godzideyadu!!

My legs are ruptured, my arms are shattered, and even if the body tissue of my flesh is screaming, I will not stop attacking.

However, if this state of affairs continues, we will eventually be unable to move, and if we do poorly, we will die.

College students around them had already kept their distance and were just looking at the situation as they rolled away.

"How can you move in such a state!

"I don't know... hey, something... is the wound regenerating?

"What?

On a good look, the wound bleeding stopped and the inner flesh was regenerating creepily.

However, regeneration cannot be pursued because of the frequency of attacks and the faster the flesh is destroyed.

It seemed like an unusual suicide bomb attack to both of us.

The Zvates can just avoid it, but the surrounding public objects are destroyed, and every time they do, black blood and flesh pieces are scattered.

Though crushing streetscapes, benches and street lights, Samtroll breaks himself, and still continues to follow Tuvate. Though resentful, that obsession persists.

"Seriously stop being human."

"Sure... weakness is the salvation. If I'm strong enough, I can't help it."

The two of them have enough room to relax and have a conversation, whilst rumbling around the thumb troll.

This is due to the level difference, and Samtrol, which was lower than the original level, doesn't want much effect no matter how powerful magic drugs are used to enhance it.

Because no matter how much the low-level reinforces with magic drugs, they are not enemies in front of the higher-level. Samtrol resents Zveit so much that he can't even think of such a simple thing.

It's almost a resentment, but it's something that causes resentment to accumulate that doesn't make sense as much as my impatient human.

And most of those grudges fail.

"Uggo!? Grr...... geeeeeeeeee......"

"Hey, what the fuck!?

"You suddenly suffered, didn't you? Is that some kind of side effect?

The muscles that had been thriving on all the chips until now shriveled rapidly and gradually subsided.

No, Samtrol's appearance turned into bone and skin alone with the momentum of Ningro Whitening.

"Become!? We're going mummified..."

"Here it is, it's not good!? Samtroll guy, aren't you going to die!?

Forced reinforced muscles repeatedly self-destruct and regenerate with repeated attacks, consuming large amounts of calories in the body.

Whenever an attack was carried out with an enhanced body, the strength was drained, but the drug reinforcement did not disappear, and all the conditions were aligned in the wrong direction, consuming all the nutrients in the body at once.

The result is rapid mummification. Samtrol doesn't help as early as possible.

"Huh... Koha..."

"Hi-no... What a disgusting way to die, even though you deserve it..."

"It's because of this medicine... it's dangerous. Who made these things..."

With a grain of tablets that were falling on the ground, Zveit gives a rugged look.

I don't know where Samtrol got the magic pills, but the effect is something to be afraid of.

It was such a substitute that the country could perish if it did badly.

"A human turns into a demon... is something like this out there?"

"No... it's probably a prototype. But eventually it could spread all over the country."

"You're not going to be stylish... When this comes out, it's an on-parade of crime."

"Or... maybe that's what I'm after"

Magic drugs that temporarily improve physical abilities are often treasured in certain areas.

That would be the case, for example, with battlefields and demonic crusade missions.

However, drug ingredients such as those that affect personality are dangerous and magic drugs that are too risky to use are a threat.

If you use it for detours, it is dangerous for you and your companions, and if you misuse it, you will destroy yourself like a thumb troll.

The magic pills in Zveit's hands were not good for the world.

"... that's pathetic. But what do we do? This aftermath..."

"In the meantime, we just have to take a situational hearing and leave it to the national intelligence service later. It's too heavy for us right now."

"Again... are you going to the guard's quarters? I just got out today, didn't I?

"Give it up, you're lucky you got involved. You're not going to be detained. You're going to be okay."

"That would be nice..."

Someone would have called, about a few of the guards were coming this way fully equipped.

Zveit and the others were asked about the situation after this, but because the content of the story was so insane, they would be taken care of in the guard's quarters until the next day until they could get backup.

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The next day, after hearing the circumstances, the two managed to return to the college dormitory.

Eromura, this is your first place to visit, but it leaves a breath of admiration for its baroque architectural style.

It's like seeing an old building on your first international trip.

"That's awesome...... where is this dorm? It's fancy for nothing, isn't it?

"It used to be an administrative facility. Even with the renovations, the murals on the ceiling remain the same."

"Why did you urbanize the college? Normally it would have been good in the city, wouldn't it?

"The location was good, but it was a land not suitable for business. There's only a small village ahead of this city, and there's no specialty. The search for ways to reflect territory has transformed into an educational institution."

"You got a lot going on..."

He goes upstairs, guided by Zveit, and stops in front of a door almost around the center of the hallway.

"This is my room. Apparently it was a lord's study."

"... the door in the next room hasn't slipped away? How big is it?"

"This hand room is often used by aristocrats. Other dorms are similar."

When I locked it around the keyhole above the knob on the door, I heard the 'kachari' and lock coming off.

Slowly opening the door, it was a luxurious room of good taste that did not seem like a very college student's room.

"... me, sleeping on the couch there?

"Don't be. I use it next door, and the back room has apricots..."

Before I said, "The apricot is used," the person using the room opened the door and came out.

Somehow I held my hand against my stomach, and that look hidden in my hair and invisible.

"... stomach... rinsed"

"... you didn't eat at school. It's noon, isn't it?

"... I was asleep.... weak in the morning. … something, food…"

"No, food is... you can eat with learning food. Learning to eat... you're already closed"

"... dinner"

"Comrade, aren't you going to have to eat outside? More importantly, is Apricot hypotensive?

Apparently, the morning was weak and I missed breakfast.

Something's wrong with that apricot.

"Usually, why are you in your room only today when you suddenly disappear?

"... money, no.... Rice"

"The advance on the escort, didn't you get it? What did you use it for?"

"... here, I used it to make"

"" Oh, that ha!?

What the apricot was holding was underwear for women. In other words, it is a brassiere.

Apricots possessed the highest vocational skills [sewing emperor] of a seamstress and were knowledgeable craftsmen.

But the two of you who don't know about it make a mistake.

"Apricots...... I know you need those underwear because you're a girl, but you don't fit your physique, do you?

"Well, that's adorable, but that's a little too big for you, huh? Apricots look surprisingly good?

- Gupi - - Ng!!

The figure of the apricot suddenly disappears, and for a moment the two idiots are flabbergasted.

The apricot turned behind the two [shadow split] and bit him as hard as he could on the head.

"" Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

In the afternoon dorm, a screaming voice echoes.

Apricots had a complex for their small shape. And the Zveites touched the scales with an extra word.

Violence to the point of irrationality inflicts guilty blame bitterness on the two fools.

On this day, Tuvate and Eromura continued to get so bumpy that their faces swelled up.

For the record, apricots become famous at the Istol School of Magic.

As a divine underwear sale......