Atelier Tanaka

The next day, I woke up refreshed.

"I... I slept in my own house and woke up in my own..."

Absolute fulfillment. Overwhelming fullness. Ultimate satisfaction.

I felt all over my body the joy of just chewing on my back teeth that there was no more happiness, and the way my skin illuminated brightly with the pokapoka of sunshine and warm cheerfulness that if I looked at it, it seemed to paint a picture of the serenity of man's world.

Chun Chun Chi Chi Chi. The throat sounds reminiscent of an unknown bird of tiny origins when done, but makes the morning time extra soft. There's something here that just makes you want to be stunned forever.

Happy. I'm very happy at this moment.

It's like defeating the Demon King after a long adventure, and yet the unconscious protagonist has finally woken up to the hospital bed now, like that. The story comes to an end, and waiting ahead is a mild ending.

"I'm a brave man..."

He's a brave homeowner.

Let's enjoy the house carefully today.

Oh, the owner. Excellent, homeowner.

Stay on the bed and take your time.

Would I have done that for an hour?

Gu made a dirty noise and the belly bug rang.

"... for lunch"

I don't know what time it is, but I'm sure that's about the time.

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Sophia's house is ahead of us.

The store is open as a drinker at night and a restaurant at day. If you can worship that munchkin's ass, chest and thighs, I'll come through you every day, with stubborn will. Sophia, if you can have proper sex with me, you can die.

"Customer…"

Enter the store and sit in the counter seat.

Then the male clerk I saw last night approached me with a terribly troubled look.

"Excuse me. One day please"

"No, you know, that's..."

Their complexion is sinister.

"What's wrong?

"Excuse me, but today..."

The male clerk has a sinister face.

I don't know why. Why is it so sinister?

"Um, what do you want from me?

When I asked back, the voice was delivered from behind.

"Um, su, sorry..."

"Ah..."

It was Sophia.

It looks like Sophia spoke to me.

Looking back, Dompisha.

"Oh, uh, what can I do for you?

Because of the thinness of the heterosexual experience, it became an extremely tough response.

In contrast, Sophia answers.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry"

"Huh? Um, how could you apologize..."

"Excuse me, but, uh, could you not come to us anymore?

I was questioned by the boss.

It is just a declaration of an exit ban.

"No, eh? What is that..."

"We're a small store. Um, so, if the nobleman sees you, you know, it blows up easily. So I'm really, really sorry. But I don't want you to come any further."

She was Sophia, who bowed her head and spoke to the look on her face that still seemed to cry.

With that far as my ears, I finally get to the root of the situation.

"Ah......"

I hear what happened yesterday was out.

In this world, the presence of aristocracy seems more absolute than assumed. That's why now she also hopes that the stranger Busik will never come to the store again until he bows his head like this.

"Wow, I see..."

Apparently yesterday's hustle was an error.

If this is the case, you should have seen it and put it down.

"Shh, excuse me..."

Keep your head down, Sophia, without looking at this face.

Somehow, understand what that means, ugh.

"No, um, this is me, sorry for the inconvenience"

Apologize honestly and leave the store behind. I found it because of you, I'm going to put you where you want to go. The store is banned for just the third time since I started going through it. What a sad story.

"Bye."

Take a seat and leave the store behind.

Let's say we get lunch at another store.

The sleeping happiness gained with homeowner power was pramaizero early on in this exchange.

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I didn't do anything else that day, I took my time at home.

It is also said to be rotten.

The meal took advantage of a lunch takeout in the neighborhood's downtown area.

It was quite delicious.

He managed to stab a creature's breast on a skewer and sauce it and bake it.

I haven't taken a bath.

I've been gobbling around in bed the whole time.

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The next day, I woke up early in the morning.

"I can't help it if it's rotten"

I noticed. It has to be good as it is.

So today I decided on my mind to work properly and truly. I haven't decided exactly what I'm going to do. Just let's get out of bed for one second. Let's get dressed. Let's get rid of yesterday's laundry.

Regular life.

On an auspicious day, I decided to finish my chores in general in the morning. Especially not long after I moved out, so I can help with the cleaning kind. I bought cleaning equipment from a neighborhood store and decided to dust it off in earnest.

Because I slept extensively yesterday, I feel comfortable moving my body.

The house is great to clean.

I was obsessed with cleaning.

Good cleaning.

Naturally, the building shall be washed to the heart of those who do it.

Nice. Cleaning. It's great.

What a comfortable mood, while I was putting out my energy to maintain my home, I could hear the accidental downstairs, doorway slamming.

Concon, concon.

The voice of someone who can be delivered further.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

It's a woman's voice. That's also a voice I remember hearing somewhere.

No way.

I rush down the stairs.

Head to the front entrance and entrance to the store.

"Yes, yes, no matter what."

Opening the door with expectations that were never small, there stood an opponent as expected. It's nobody else, my mind idol, my drinker waitress, my blonde porn body beauty, Sophia.

"Oh, good..."

She stares me in the face and exhales in a ho and a relief.

"Oh, hi, hello"

Why is she here?

How did you find out about this house?

Why have you asked me in the first place?

The question is pile.

In the meantime, would you like to invite a customer?

"Um, do you want to go up for now?

"No, more than that, um, excuse me, please come with me!

"... ha"

I don't know, early on in the encounter, I ate the call.

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I arrived at Sofia's place of work, a drinker. In less than an hour, it's noon, but I just can't see the customers in the store, or the employees. Face to face are a few people, a man like the manager and Sophia, and...

"Are you..."

"Oh, you've come a long way."

He is a full bogged demonic nobleman yesterday.

That's all, somehow I could read the circumstances. Apparently, I was sold by Sophia. When it comes to where it was sold, it was sold to this nobleman. Instead, if I do my gaze on her, for a moment, I wonder if I've got eyes on her, and I'm immediately distracted.

There are other statues of a magnificent man next to her. He must be the manager of the same store in view of the circumstances. He also, when I look him in the eye, deflects his face early and decides to behave like someone else. Leave me out of this, my just sayin 'attitude is seeping out of my whole body.

"What can I do for you?

"No, I just wanted to talk to you a little bit."

"... is that a story"

"I'm keeping the carriage waiting there. Get in."

It was a story that didn't say whether or not to say. What would happen if I refused? Hilari, if you look at Sophia, please get in the tears.

I guess nobility in Shirai is like a yakuza active in Kabukicho. Thinking about it, I don't even understand what she wants.

"Okay."

"Let's go."

Such a condition, was abducted by a demonic nobleman.

There was no conversation on the road as a word.

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The destination was the residence of the same nobility.

It's a very big house. A mansion is built on a property where my house is likely to fit in double digits. A road has been built from the gate facing the road to the front door, and there is enough room to proceed there to the carriage. Apparently this demonic nobleman, a fairly high level nobleman.

From the front door, it was the courtyard of the mansion that was guided.

"What are you doing here?

"Your magic is a big deal."

"... Really?

"Especially great restorative magic. Let me see that again."

"Huh."

It's not like the exchange I assumed.

"Whoa, hey, come on!

A demonic nobleman called a passing maid.

Just in time, she was a mid-teenage girl walking down the outer hallway facing the courtyard. She came all the way down to him on a rush with patties. There are multiple layers of sheets neatly folded on your hands that have just finished washing.

"Yes, would you like to call me?

"Stand there."

"Yes."

She stands between me and the demonic nobleman, as she is told.

Demonic aristocrats wave their arms softly.

Accordingly, both legs of the maid were crisply severed.

"What..."

For a moment, I can't seem to understand what happened. The body that lost its support falls out of balance, dosali, on its back to the ground. The white sheet that was in his hand swelled into space as his buds flowered.

Then from her mouth, a scream emanates from the intense pain.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Regardless of this, when he grabbed the amputated legs, he threw them in the direction of the day after tomorrow. Draw a parabola and fly It exploded and scattered fine pieces of flesh just before it fell to the ground, Zdon, as if even gunpowder had been planted.

"Seriously......"

I'm stunned.

I was drained of my liver.

"Come on, fix this"

However, the person does not seem to have moved at all.

"Uh, yeah, yes"

I'm not even willing to go against it, and I'm going to cure it as I'm told. There is severe bleeding from the cutting surface. Even if we don't have time, if we leave her like this, she'll be dead.

I'd also like to see a pretty girl screw up in front of me for once.

But that doesn't seem like what I'm looking for right now.

…………

Put your hands on the girl who fell to the ground.

Correspondingly, a magic formation emerges beneath it and begins to heal the wound.

Bones grow, tubes stretch, meat is born, and skin regenerates to wrap it all up more, as was the wound of a demonic nobleman yesterday, watching as the tail of a severed lizard regenerates in a fast-forward fashion.

With just a few seconds, her injuries were completely healed.

"After all, it's a great magical force"

"No, hey, you know, whatever it is, it's gonna look cute"

"Magic formation now, can we get it out again?

"Huh? Yeah, well..."

"So..."

The arms of a demonic aristocrat are shaken up.

Ahead of pointing, the figure of the girl who fell to the ground. Again, I would be willing to amputate her leg. I'm sorry about the boulder.

"No, I think I can get it out without that."

"Really? I hope so."

He continues to pale terribly.

"If so, hey, you can go now"

"Hi, hi, hi."

The maid ran away from the courtyard to escape with a scream.

"For a while now, if you hang out with this me, I'll forgive you for your disrespect the other day"

"Ha..."

Not sure what it was, I became the wingman to accompany him on his journey.

Honestly, I didn't know for a while after visiting the mansion what intention they were approaching with. Why do you say strange things like wanting to see magic?

A maid with a slight cut off of her leg looks cute.

But when we spent only an hour together?

There was a lot to see.

The man who names this magical aristocrat apparently likes magic more than three rices.

Rather than having the will to plot behind it and approaching us, it seems that the interest in its magic prevailed over its humiliation of itself in one of the other cases, thus setting the day today.

Thanks to this, over and over again, he was the wingman who repeatedly wrote a magic formation in the courtyard.

Along the way, from what I've heard, he's one of the leading wizards in the country, and the research is enough to be recognized by the country. Furthermore, my parents are the Count's family, one of the richest in the country.

I don't even know why such a man was drunk at a city well drinker, but I guess he's the owner of that personality. I was here by myself today. Light when footwork is done.

"Hmm, that's great. Let me record this magic team, okay? I won't refuse."

"I don't mind..."

I just don't change my arrogant attitude.

I guess this magical aristocracy judges people by their magical gifts or not, as women, for example, choose men for their appearance and income. In a concord venue, he does not treat his opponent without magic as the same person so that Busamen's unspoken sentences are not treated as human beings. Conversely, if the other person has something superior magical, even if it shatters his self-esteem, he has just the metric to face this.

So even in front of the person who half-killed himself, he continued to answer flatly.

"Hmm, it was quite a full time"

"Thanks for that."

In this sense, he is the holder of a very discerning character.

A magical aristocrat who writes some magic formations on a piece of paper and nods to his satisfied expression.

"... can I go home now?

"Eat your meal too. I'll thank you for that."

"Oh, thank you."

"Oh, and come back next month"

"Huh?"

"In the meantime I will proceed with my research on this magic formation. In a month, there will be quite a few things to see. I want to confirm this, including you. All right?"

"No, I don't want to. Why bother..."

"... If so, restrain the day and give me fifty gold coins, how about it?

"Huh? Because I can get the money?

"You say it's not enough?

"No, then you can come..."

"If so, it's a decision. I'll do the carriage, be sure to come. You get it?

"Yeah, well."

It's a hell of an orange system.

Is this how anyone feels about nobility?

That's how time passes.

Too much.

In the end, by the time I left the mansion, the sky was turning blue.

Then they sent me to my home in the carriage, and when I arrived at home, it was already at night. He caught the day in the noble mansion and became the feather of hammering on the saving and bragging of names that he called magical rigging.

I've been through a lot in my life, and I feel like I remember him drinking at the company.

I guess I'm mentally exhausted.

Earlier that day I went into bed and got some sleep.

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The next day, as I was cleaning the earth, I found a book.

"... Introduction to Alchemists?

Apparently, it's a how-to book. Besides, he's an alchemist.

Somehow I wonder, scroll through the pages with paralysis. Thanks to my previously acquired reading and writing skills, I was able to follow the letters. Regarding the content, it is only labeled as an introduction, and even if it is a beginner of the other world, it is quite understandable.

"I see, I see"

Is that what alchemy is all about?

And so on, and the fact that at some point I get enthusiastic, and if I realize it, I'm indulging.

The earthly cleaning was carried out, but the chair provided behind the counter was crowded and loaded with enthusiasm. When you look through your head to your butt, the time is already past noon at the beginning and end. Even though the cleaning started first thing in the morning with the sunrise.

What bothered me the most was the information that was on the last page of that book.

Rejuvenating Secret Medicine.

Anyone who speaks of this can rejuvenate the flesh for ten or twenty years. I mean, with this drug, even a middle-aged dude like me, it's gonna be possible to start over youth.

"How wonderful..."

However, the key generation method could not be confirmed because the page had been broken along the way. It was hard to read only where it showed the presence and efficacy of secret medicines.

That said, this is a very big discovery.

Now that I'm in my late thirties, I feel like I've found my own way to live.

The author's editor is a genius.

I'm going to eat at the alchemist.

"... Alchemist, you look great"

Thoughtfully influenced.

I can only imagine myself making a living as an alchemist anymore. I can only imagine myself as young as a teenager. I think I can fool myself that Arafat Body is what it is at the beginning of the tentative.

If I could go back to those days when I was young, even if I wasn't handsome, I might be able to do her. Like when you were Sophia, it didn't turn out too bad, like this, if it was you and I, we'd get out of the city, like. That's good. Excellent. Great.

I'll make it up to you. Rejuvenating Secret Medicine.

"This is the only way. Alchemist."

If you decide that, all you have to do is start the activity.

I don't have an alchemist atelier in Dada. Essential for tools.

"Okay."

The immediate goal of action was born.