Atelier Tanaka

On the second day after boarding the flying airborne, it is an event after noon.

"Is this an ops conference?

"The next day we arrive at our destination. We'll be discussing it by then."

"... Indeed"

It was a little over an hour ago that I made such an exchange a demonic nobleman in my room.

If so, I would like to gather everyone and hold an exchange of views, collected by means of an on-board broadcast. The entire crew was assembled into the largest living space on board. Sophia, who is not directly involved in the soldier business, is with you.

Sitting on the couch, everyone, drinks and other face-to-face meetings.

Wouldn't this be our first opportunity to gather together in a group of members, including the demonic nobility, if we thought of it? Because he is the only one in a great position, he was often the only one to be excluded. There is a verse in which the person concerned was so intent.

Blonde Lolita?

He's blending in nicely with the Shirai guys by showing off his hands-on tundra.

Roots are good guys. I just don't like busy middle-aged jerks. Well, if you're a creature in the shape of a person, you deserve it. Even if I were a woman, I'd never like a busy middle-aged jerk. Of course not.

"That's why we're launching an anti-dragon conference"

But fast, but the MC progression is a busy middle-aged dude.

That's right. It's me.

I'm sorry.

Everyone, gather in the living room. Sit back on the couch and rig around a table with short legs. Two triplets with a back and one box type. Each, team orgy on one of the three, me and the demonic nobleman on the other, Mercedes. And it's a simple one-man placement called Sophia.

"First, it's about the formation of the day."

Let's get into the description.

Share the scenario you assumed in your brain in advance.

That said, it is not as informative as Nettoge's boss strategy.

"In the avant-garde, Mr. Allen and Mr. Mercedes, I'll take this in the form of back-garde support from me and Mr. Farren, Mr. Estelle and Mr. Zophy."

Truly, this is all there is.

"The division of responsibility for the rear guard is my responsibility for recovery and around the auxiliary. Mr. Farren, Mr. Estelle and Mr. Zophy are in charge of the firepower."

I don't know about the two Lolibitches, but the Demon Noblemen should be able to use them quite a bit.

Let's do a lot of good work this time.

"The two of you at the avant-garde should focus on attracting the awareness of the dragon. We don't need to go on offense, so please be safe."

"Hey, wait a minute!

Mercedes raised her hand.

She opened her mouth with an even bluer complexion.

"Such a big role as avant-garde against the Red Dragon at anything..."

In front of the demonic nobility, don't get out too hard.

By virtue of this, next to her sits a demonic nobleman.

Still don't like the unpleasant work, thanks for the opinions not abhorrent to desperate shapes.

Is a dragon that bad?

"If it's about arms or feet, don't worry, you can grow them right away even if you lose them"

Proven track record.

"Shit!

Eating down, Mercedes.

Or if you look at Allen, he drops his gaze underfoot again too and is not well. This one has an important role as an amulet for blonde lolitas, so don't stand out and say anything. However, if possible, I can peek at the feeling of not wanting to participate.

But you can't give up here. If the dragon eviction is not achieved, my owner will be taken away by someone else as a mortgage on his debt. That's all we have to stop. To make this happen, let's definitely pin one or two dragons down.

"Mr. Mercedes, I fully understand what you're saying."

"Then blah!

Female knights as they gaze at chirali, chirali, and demonic aristocracy.

"However, this is an important part of the country. Her Royal Highness, the princess who receives the king's love all by herself, is about to pass away right now. From the grief of losing one's family to the power that misses one's destination, you can confirm that it's sesame if you string up the historical facts."

In order to lower her like that, there is no flutter.

"Of course not everyone says they are. I cannot say enough, however, that it is not possible. Therefore, for those of us who live in his country, this dragon crusade is no exaggeration to call it a jihad that is responsible for the fate of the country."

"That statement is not worthy of disrespect for the king!?

Mercedes is cute appealing to the imperative shapes.

I'll tell her that.

"If so, let me try to make amends after I cure Her Highness's illness."

Giroli, seriously, look at Face.

"Whether it's your Knights or a direct lawsuit, you can let me know wherever you want."

"Huh..."

The opponent doesn't even make a gu noise.

Seriously, it's settled. Me, good looking.

Ugh only.

"I don't know how hard it is. But please lend your help. It's an impossible mission on my own. Trust with you is the key to achieving this dragon exorcism. Everyone can't accomplish this mission without a dragon slayer."

The city girl said.

I believe in young girls.

Because it's a lolicon.

I like big tits, too.

"... you didn't feel anything yesterday after that magic run?

A magical nobleman accidentally opened his mouth.

Mercedes, who sat next to me at the end of that gaze.

Thanks to her, she trembles. Freaking out.

"Also, I'm sorry. Running is…"

"I would consider these places. Did not this man bear witness so magnificently yesterday? So you couldn't even feel one of those scales? This is why no one understands magic."

This man, when he speaks, Chirali, his gaze is pointed here.

Apparently, he was pointing at me.

"Oh... I'm so sorry!

In a big hurry, Mercedes sits down from the couch and decides to sit down on the spot.

I rub my forehead fully against the carpet with Coscos.

Odeco is going to spread.

How scared are you of nobles?

That said, what the demonic aristocrats are saying also makes no sense. What kind of track record is the story based on? I don't know what that means. Well, it doesn't seem like it would be a busy thing to pursue on this occasion right now, so I can do it appropriately.

"Fair enough, Mr. Farren. Let's get along. Opportunities are numerous."

"... Huh, that would be good. Put this man in his face, and this time I will ask him no questions."

"Oh, thank you. Thank you!

Try to rub it all the way to the head that goes on instead of the forehead, earthbound Mercedes.

I keep telling you when I picked up my life, I can't afford to fix it and I'm in tears.

If I become a nobleman, will you stay like this? I just imagined, come on, it's not pretty bad, nobleman. Nice aristocracy. Munchkin beauty dungeon or something. That's great. If you've completed the secret drug for rejuvenation one day, you may want to set your next goal.

Aim, Duke, like.

"So it was an easy sharing, but that's all from me"

Continue looking around together.

"Do you have any questions?

When I asked, my voice rose early from the blonde lolita.

Probably because I made up with Allen. I'm in a good mood.

Also, I think my complexion has improved somewhat because I am accustomed to sailing more or less.

"No more specific maneuvers?

"... right"

You're gonna poke me in the pain in my non-virgin habits.

That's not true. It's S.

Hit it and smash it, and then be a wild mountain.

'Cause if you had level MAX recovery magic and a magical aristocrat, Osama, and two avant-gardes, well, you'd figure it out. I think even Mercedes was strong there at level 35 or something. When I escaped from the jail, I had no quarrel with my gendarmerie counterpart.

"Isn't positioning important?"

"Positioning?

So let's talk about appropriateness and get over the place.

As a student, I pull out the big boss offense of a fully haunted nettle as it is.

"I'm not too familiar with it either, but for the convenience of the other being a dragon, the biggest threat is a brace. With enough space to avoid this, and the unevenness of the ground available as a shield, and taking these into account in advance, we will always gain a pre-emptive strike from positioning in our favor."

The most powerful legend of terrain sharks to hunt for high level MOB with low level characters.

Rather, nettles who can't do terrain sharks have a shitty gauge and a set market.

Who decided. I made up my mind. I just made up my mind.

"And this will be very important to see how you do damage with your first shot. You just want to take the wings if possible. What we're looking for is liver recovery, not overthrow, so we should restrict movement wherever possible."

"Hmm? You're thinking a little bit."

"At that time, I would like Mr. Farren to be in charge of the first shooting, if possible..."

Instead, pass the topic to the demonic nobleman and waste it.

Now you have zero against him.

"I don't mind. I intend to do better than I did."

"Thank you. Now, if only we could proceed in that way."

Ouch. Perfect.

That was a good trick.

"Richard's daughter, you should remember what you're talking about"

"What does that mean? Sir Farren."

"If you are challenging a person to a dragon, what this person has said is very targeted. In the future, if you are looking to do magic on the ground, this journey will be an irreplaceable experience for you."

"... Yes. Thanks for your advice."

Blonde lolita nodding with a strange look.

With that said, he was a student at Osama's school.

Tundele and the rest of the behavior would be a sign of a lot of respect.

But well, I was yoished for a long time.

I'm honestly leaving you out of my mouth. I'm sorry, I just wanted to apologize, but now I feel the party tie increases because of a misunderstanding. I wouldn't dare break this. I mean, seriously, you're a chocolate demonic nobleman. You're too convenient a character.

"You should learn fully"

"Yes, I understand."

But against Mercedes, the difference in treatment is cloudy. Show the blonde lolita the path in person, whereas she still decides to digress in front of him. As always, it is a demon, an unblemished Osama.

"So if you have any other questions..."

Now turn your consciousness to everyone.

Then this time Sophia raised her hand in such a way as a snack.

"How did it go?

"Um... Wow, am I going to join you?

That's a particular question.

"If we're talking about fighting, that's no. As long as I ask Mr. Sophia to work as a paycheck between his arrival and arrival. So please leave a message on this ship when you arrive on site. This is another important job."

"Ah, ha, ha! I get it!

You got Sophia snorting with a soggy look on her face.

I can give her a laugh.

I gained a sense of accomplishment in not letting go.

"By the way, I also have one question for Mr Farren on that point..."

Instead, he turns to the demonic nobility as he continues to speak.

"What's up?

"What is the planned landing site for this flying airborne?

"I plan to keep it in town at the foot of Mount Pepe."

"I see. From there, you're going to be walking in a carriage."

"Uhm."

They don't do anything to get directly into the dragon's enclave on boulders.

That's right. We'll have a fight on board and we'll have trouble in case the ship breaks.

"The Red Dragon lives near the mouth of Mount Pepe. In the neighborhood, it stands at the top of the ecosystem. Also, it drops altitudes slightly more than this, and other demons like Flair Wyburn and Salamander live there."

"I see."

A series of fantasy terms caused a slight bump in my spine.

It feels like the game's offensive book is recited in the face at a company meeting.

I don't like it.

"If so, you should also think about dealing with them..."

It was such a moment, opening his mouth to the words of the demonic aristocracy to continue the MC progression.

Zuzun, I wondered if a low noise had sounded, the whole living room, violently up, down, left and right, swayed with gras.

Magnitude VII and VIII, I rocked on that level.

"Whoa whoa whoa!?

Screams leak unexpectedly.

Everyone else, without exception, looked terribly surprised and raised their voices.

I'm pretty sure something went wrong.

Together, he hurried to the deck, trying to crawl in the midst of a severe shake.

◇ ◆ ◇

"F, it's a bunch of flarewyburns!?

Early on out, the demonic nobleman barked.

At the same glance, a feathery dragon-like creature floated around the flying airborne we boarded to intimidate this one. Some of them teased me, and this seemed to lead to vibrations in this way.

"... Could it suck?

Though I feel bad about it even if I don't.

Each one is a giant around seven or eight meters wide with wings. I feel like I've seen it. It's usually dragon. What am I going to do because those people exchange flocks and surround the flying airborne with a dozen or so? Seriously, what do I do?

Looks like it's still leaking. I mean, I leaked a little.

Tintin wrapped herself in wet underwear, twitching and warming. I know. He's the most uncomfortable one to get cold right away. It is a fantasy training ground where solutions are required to keep leaked urine warm.

"This is disgusting. In the wind magic junction stretched for flight, there is not enough output to overtake Wyburn's braces and body hits. If this number attacks you, you will easily destroy and crash without the art of exchange."

"Hih, hih..."

"Oh no..."

Screaming from Mercedes and Sophia, in response to Osama whining.

A mentally weak group of stomachs is Mach.

No way, there's only one way out of here for me and Osama.

"Excuse me, Mr. Farren, may I join you?

"Um, let's just leave without being told."

What a dependable Osama.

If I were a woman, I would have fallen in love. Definitely.

Leave the other faces between the deck and the ship and move to the side of the bow as soon as possible.

In an open space full of dozens of tatami, we turn back to Wyburn, which floats in the sky.

A battle start hunch, from Encount.

By the way, what's his status?

Name: Francisca

Gender: Female

Race: FlareWyburn

Level: 66

Job: Housewife

HP: 10009/10609

MP: 1200/2305

STR: 8500

VIT: 5662

DEX: 4752

AGI: 1994 2

INT: 3490

LUC: 2360

Name: Michelle

Gender: Female

Race: FlareWyburn

Level: 62

Job: Housewife

HP: 8009/9609

MP: 2001/2525

STR: 7900

VIT: 5062

DEX: 5252

AGI: 18900

INT: 4182

LUC: 2060

Name: Rachel

Gender: Female

Race: FlareWyburn

Level: 67

Job: Housekeeping help

HP: 11800/12610

MP: 1700/1705

STR: 7900

VIT: 5962

DEX: 3952

AGI: 15220

INT: 2500

LUC: 1363

Seriously. Isn't it high oak and dodgy?

It feels about twice as fast, half as durable instead, and somewhat more INT and STR for the rest. The point is, if you hit it, you can take it down in one shot, but if you take the first shot off, you're the type of enemy that eats a painful counterattack. It is the type of user who is seen by users passionate about completing low levels, appearing in Rasdan or something to drain lower level player healing items.

I mean, can I win now?

Name: Tanaka

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Level: 35

Job: Alchemist

HP: 4909/4609

MP: 99500000/99500000

STR: 375

VIT: 560

DEX: 852

AGI: 442

INT: 7922000

LUC: 29

All the INTs and MPs are protruding and the miracle is elevated.

Others are several times higher than Mercedes-Chan in the same level band, except for LUC.

That said, you suck this time too.

Is there a sign of a single sink in the bin?

But there is no despair. My magic has a proven track record of finishing a more durable high oak with a single blow than them. If you fuck me before I get fucked, or maybe I can figure it out. I mean, I need to do something about it. It sucks.

When this happens, let's brace our bellies.

It's all for the house. It's for my home.

Yeah, thinking about it, you're gonna get courage out of nowhere.

My dear, sweet home.

Have courage with me.

"You're completely surrounded by ships. I am somewhat anxious to act in pieces, but Mr. Farren would like you to turn around. I'm in charge of the bow!

"Ho, you talk to me for a long time? This one has more numbers. You don't mind? I understand that your specialty is restorative magic."

"It's cute compared to healing magic, but it can be attacked somewhat."

"Okay. Then let's just say I'll leave it to you. It's called" See what you can do. "

"Thank you"

"Hey! Wow, what am I supposed to do!? Me, I am!

Here the blonde lolita barked.

They followed us, apparently, with something that would have been good if we had trembled on board.

It was the demonic nobility who answered such a complaint from her.

"You're the backup of this guy."

"Wow, I get it!

Immediate blonde lolita. With a dignified attitude to sell, she also nodded honestly and cocky that the same aristocrats were dealing with, or because of the circumstances, only now. Although it would be adorable if it was like this from time to time.

Well, I don't care about changes in non-virgin behavior or anything.

It's Wyburn now, Wyburn.

Once the roles have been shared properly, each member will be placed.

The opponent also starts watching as we jump out of the ship, pausing the approach by hitting the body, grunting, somewhat throat, etc. The devil's swelling is watching, like.

This is it? It's flying, huh? Just like us?

I think I hear them talking.

If so, I may even bother to miss this time. If you leak any more juice from Tintin, the color of your pants will change. That's all we have to dodge. At least it's a dignity we have to protect until we get the dragon liver.

That's why, yes, it's a place of glory and tenacity now.

"Estelle."

"Hey, what the heck!?

"Take a good look and learn. Something you don't teach me in school classes."

Sexual harassment there anyway.

Raise your right arm over your head while digesting the dialogue you want to say once in your life.

"Huh..."

Ahead of her stare, she was born with numerous fireballs.

A lot more than when we defeated the high oak. On a ship that floats in the sky, there's plenty of room for space, so poke. Even the MP can afford it. It produces several times that number in one breath against the Wyburn floating in the universe.

Individual sizes are also larger and close to a meter due to improved INT associated with increased levels.

Sounds good.

"Become..."

Blonde Lolita takes a breath.

I have nothing to say to you if you drink my zer juice with me too.

"This is the real fireball"

I'm good-looking. Seriously, he's handsome.

If we can't beat him with this, he's game over at the next turn.

Please, please, my fireball.

Favorite fireball.

"Yukai!

Believe me, swing your right hand down from overhead to front.

Fireballs pop up vigorously accordingly. It pops up one after the other. The Wyburns are floating in the sky ahead. Towards this, homing as if it were a missile, to an unstoppable momentum in your eyes.

Naturally, the other person reacted again.

Move forward the impending fireball.

But the flames are gaining momentum and one bullet after another without being exchanged.

Isn't it fantastically out to use the magic of Flame Attributes on enemies of Flame Attributes? I don't think so. But Mo Man-tae because it seems to be working something. It's like a feather worm slapped in a man's hand, and if you defect all over your body, it falls toward the ground.

Nevertheless, the number is the number.

Can you beat everything down or not?

There are only two or three of them inside, and the healthy guy keeps changing fireballs.

Oh, my God. He, don't follow me, like.

Pretty quick, Wyburn. Do you fly so fast, Wyburn?

Looks a little nasty.

…………

The calm part whispers to let the blonde lolita go and run away.

Consider, however, that now is the time to be impatient. In case you lose your blonde lolita, Allen's credibility also goes down. I'm not talking about dragon extermination. Even demonic aristocrats may fail to cooperate. If that happens, the party will be in disarray.

No, that's not acceptable.

So now I just believe in my own fireball.

Fireballs are great.

In fact, it's Meteorstorm.

If you make a lot of fireballs on the sky and get it down to the ground, I'm sure, what an error it is to be different from Meteorstorm, an error. How many people notice the difference? Entities are similar.

So fine.

I'm sure you'll be fine this time.

Make sure to hold your knees that are about to tremble. The excuse glued through the brain.

But where I believed, I was betrayed.

"... one, did you stay"

A cunning guy survived who used the fireball as a shield against other individuals.

Confirming the loss of all fireball presence, the guy has been giggling this one along with a garth, an ear howling noise. Apparently, it's Okamura. Around not escaping here, I guess Wyburn is an aggressive species.

I don't care how many people get hit and become the last one to fight, or how much rear they are.

"Hey, hey, that!

"Yep. This is not good."

As the blonde lolita pointed out, I'm in a big rush to get a fireball replacement.

I was just about to, and the enemy Wyburn opened his mouth toward me.

Where I intend, I can understand even the boulder.

"Holy shit."

Besides, the mouthed side is a blonde lolita, not myself.

Apparently, it's an operation aimed at him from a weak guy.

You're smart, you're too smart, Wyburn.

It's a difference between cloud mud and oak, which can only go straight ahead.

"Kyaaaaaaaaaa!

Blonde Lolita screams.

At the same time, a flame blew out of Wyburn's mouth.

It is flamethrowing.

I've seen the militia release the handling of flamethrowers as a video sometime. It was a very economical blow up as much as I put that one up to double. After nearly ten meters of radiation, still enough to swallow easily, such as a few people.

I mean, a pinch of blonde lolita.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

My body moved aggressively.

Hold the lollipop in your own chest to shield your body from flames.

Put a Wyburn in the rear and put an imminent threat on your back.

As it is, the Lolitas will evaporate without even remaining bones. Therefore activates the healing magic. Put it together for two. Activate as much as you can. Though the damage to your heart could not be healed, if your body is your opponent, it is the most powerful magic you will ever have.

I checked it last night. It's called persistence.

"Ugh, guh, nah, what's this feeling..."

My back is burned.

But as soon as they burn, they heal.

That repetition.

The flames that are given are extended.

Thanks to you, the meat on my back was burned, healed, burned, healed, burned and healed. I now understand exactly what it's like to endure the Boss Enemy's Superior Damage with a series of Healing Items.

The unpleasant smell of meat begins to drift around. When you think that's rising from your body, you're going to throw up a little bit. It is not comparable to the extent to which I scorched my hair on the lighter.

Is the only salvation not that painful? That said, it's never painless. It feels jiggly and painful and asexually disgusting. I don't want to be patient that long.

"Hey, hey, you!

Blonde Lolita looks at me and barks at me like I'm terribly surprised.

"Please be patient for a while. It will be difficult for them to keep throwing up for a long time."

"Don't be like that!? Ho, flaming! My back's burning!

"It's a bit more lukewarm than our bath. More than that, are you okay?

"Become..."

"If you leave a burn mark or something on that pretty face, Mr. Allen will piss you off. It's okay. I'll be sure to protect it and show it to you. I don't know if you can count on me, but please trust me."

Let me tell you a bitter laugh, right now, I'm only feeling handsome at this moment.

If you lose your will to your Wyburn opponent here, you won't even remember to defeat the Red Dragon. How dare I pretend to be flat so that I can revise my ratings for the lizards downwards? That and this is for the owner. Patience, patience.

Then the flames lost momentum while doing so.

Announcement of the end of Breath Time, apparently.

I can't let them attack where it goes on, so I get up in a big hurry.

Turn back to Wyburn.

"Ah..."

That's where I realized.

The flesh is safe, but the clothes are hopeless. The back is burnt down and the others are carburized and blackburned again. It is entirely a borough cloth state. Harari, if the slightest remaining fabric falls to the deck, a naked middle-aged busike will explode here and now.

I'm the most excited about being naked in front of a blonde lolita or something.

Shit, I think I'm getting an erection. It's going to be a habit.

"Yes, you are!

Helping with all those circumstances, he hurried to throw a fireball.

Shoot off one of the remaining ones.

Dropping dragonflies with Hugh.

Confirm all Wyburn overthrows safely.

I thought so, there was a scolding voice from the blonde lolita in a terribly hurried state.

"Hey, hey! This!"

"Huh?"

"At least hide it for a while. Yikes! I can't see the whole thing!

"Oh, duh, thank you very much."

A blonde lolita threw some clothes at me.

It is the jacket, the robe she has worn so far.

If you think about future dragon exorcisms, it's not good to expose your splendid son to her. If this was a return journey, it would have been ant to unleash everything. The best opportunity to reach the Othin Biro I've ever dreamed of.

True, what a shame you did, Wyburn.

If you're coming, come on, I wanted this situation to be convenient.

"Is this okay?

Can a middle-aged pussy dick stick to a white, fuzzy, high-looking lady robe? Is it good? It's not a zero chance that if you move hard, your missing pubic hair will get tangled. I can't.

"Yes, fine! Ha, ha, don't hide it quickly!

Your face is bright red and you bark, Estelle.

It just seems that those eyes stare at my son. Something's wrong with my eyes. I feel an overwhelming gaze. It's even more of a non-virgin condition. cock and other things Allen would be used to seeing with that.

That said, this is a thankful offer. He doesn't mind rolling his robe around his waist. Even this one is very helpful, so let's just say I snort here honestly. I just got confirmation and wrap the robe around my body with a hipster.

I feel weird if the long hairs that I've done have made me feel so sensitive.

It feels a little good.

"Phew..."

Comfortable with sighs, etc.

On the other hand, only a few breathtaking sounds come from blonde lolitas.

"Ah..."

I still feel her gaze in my groin from earlier.

It's not a mistake. Nor is it over-conscious.

Wow, they're watching me.

That's disgusting, and I'll give you a proper thank you and you'll be calm.

"Oh, uh, thank you very much for your concern"

"So, be it, I'm not saying you don't mind."

Blonde Lolita cute with bright red face and pointing that way at Puy. I want to watch all the time. Now you're a non-virgin, so the world's crazy. I want to pepper, pepper. With such a cute girlfriend, Allen's guy is a real happy guy.

No, wait, not if you're thinking about that right now.

Early reminder that it's not all over yet.

From the rear of the ship you can still hear the noise of strife. Perhaps the demonic aristocrats are still working hard. Occasionally, Osama's hot, bitter groans like Uhnoo can be delivered. Maybe he's struggling.

If so, I can't afford a long break here.

"It's busier back there, so why don't we go check it out for a second"

"Wow, I get it! I'm coming with you!

It was accompanied by a blonde lolita and rushed to the rear of the ship.

◇ ◆ ◇

The demonic aristocrats were three Wyburns and Bato.

And I was just finishing up one of them. Seems to have struck out an ice-cylinded magic that raised the air brilliantly and took out one that stood in the sky. Subjects who have lost their power fall straight to the ground.

"Awesome!?

When asked, the Demon Noble answered this one in a chilling retrospective.

Who do you think I am?

"You did. If so, shall I strive for backup"

It's a magical aristocracy that's preventing braces because it looks like something barrier. Cool. The magic formation floats with Bung at a point a few meters in the front, in the air, scattering the two remaining spitting flames. If I could use that one, I wouldn't have had to put my back down.

Bashful and cloak can hang out and super admire behind it.

"It's recovery for now, recovery"

Osama sees bleeding around the base of his right shoulder when he sees it.

Did you even rip it in your nails, zackle a few centimeters or so. Heal him quickly with healing magic. Seriously healing me with my arms up from a point a few meters behind him. The laceration blocks as you look at it, and the bleeding subsides.

"Mmm, still unchanging..."

I'm saying something, but I don't care.

Doing so, one of the two remaining fanned their wings wide.

I think so. The individual took a path to dive under the flying airborne at a distance from Osama. Has his companion been hit, and his enemies increased in number, and fought against the boulders, and fled? You're unconscious with the bloody people who were at my place. Wyburn also seems to have individual differences.

However, such a proper sense of dimension became an early betrayal feather.

Grali, the whole ship rocked to a large extent.

"What, he's gonna drop this ship!?

A demonic aristocrat who instantly judged the situation barked.

Apparently, he didn't escape.

"Wha..."

You're smart, aren't you, Wyburn?

I knew it wasn't an oak ratio.

But what's wrong with this?

"I'll take care of this place, I'll go after him!

"Uh, oh, yes"

How? Without asking, the body of a demonic aristocrat rises in the universe.

Awesome, you flying Osama.

"It's what makes me do it!

Something shouted a hot dialogue, chasing Wyburn, who disappeared this way, and flew to the bottom of the airship. But it's surreal how a middle-aged guy flies his hands forward while Superman. I almost laughed.

"Ah, come..."

Right next to me, the blonde lolita raised her voice.

Ahead of her stare is Wyburn, who created an attitude at the front.

I've recognized this one as my enemy, and it's slippery, my mouth wide open, and I've stormed.

"Huh..."

This is disgusting.

If you get hit by such a big guy, it'll crumble and be over before he recovers. No membranes next to each other, instantly peppery. The braces are still better. We have to do something to prevent it.

That's what I thought, an unexpected sign of people coming from behind.

"Says he eats a knight's sword!

I'm a female Gatilez knight.

The Lady Gatilez Knight is here to help.

As she rushed to me and the blonde lolita, she flashed the sword in her hand and tore Wyburn's neck off. Thanks to this, the Special Attack is slightly off the road and we get nothing. Wyburn, passing directly beside him, clashed straight onto the deck.

There's a big hole in the floorboard, but, well, don't worry about it now.

"Dear Estelle, I'm fine and rinsed!?

Let Wyburn take a blow. Early, Mercedes goes to the blonde lolita.

"Yeah, yeah... thanks, thanks for the help"

"Words without body. My heart seems to tremble."

The gaze of an answer gatilez female knight is that of a sexually hungry middle-aged man.

I know that behind the blue, clear eyes that line two neat faces, the clouds that are very, but cannot be told by people are swirling. He must be moving to help the pinch and lead the subject to homosexuality. The lesbian power of a fire place, there is something you can expect in the future.

"By the way, you're dressed like him..."

Mercedes stares at me and asks.

Middle-aged jerk hips, that would be pretty uncomfortable.

I'm uncomfortable, too.

"Wow, my clothes got burned with Wyburn's braces!

"I see... but not in Estelle-like robes"

"I don't mind. It's better than having one or two robes and dirt in front of you."

"... oh, my goodness"

Don't say that, I'm guilty, too. My heart stings whenever the hair on my robe swells to the pole or balls. I feel guilty about smudging a beautifully cleaned tatami japanese room into dirty boots with mud. I'm a bad type if I become a habit.

"Thank you. Apparently, you knocked him out with a blow like this."

Well, aside from the condition of my groin, I'm checking the situation.

Apparently, Wyburn was desperate for her blow. Apparently, he was appropriately wounded in the battle against the demonic aristocracy. Frostbite, which would have been struck out by the magic of the ice system, could be seen here and there on the body falling on the deck.

If you also check the place with the sword, you can see the vulture on the scales. Like she never special attacked a rash with her. After checking his weaknesses accurately, he must have come to a blow with some odds. The boulder is the Holy Knight.

That's good, that's good. It's like a party.

"It's not for you. To protect Master Estelle."

"So thank you for protecting Estelle."

"Huh..."

Gathari, a blonde lolita rocked herself next door.

Apparently, he stepped through a brittle floorboard in a Wyburn collision with one foot. I thought I'd exposed myself to some surprised look, blushing out of shame. Isn't this starting to show me something quite humane?

Initially, it's a misstep when compared to when I was tongued by the encounter.

"I'd like to confirm one thing, Estelle. What's your relationship?

"He is a fellow adventurer and a classmate attending the same school"

"... but were you a student at school?

"Do you have something in mind?

"Nobility, was it?

"No? I'm a civilian. Mr. Farren moved me into school."

…………

Mercedes makes the expression a little harder.

It's not hard to imagine you would be guessing this one's identity or background. I just don't shut up for that long. By the time the blonde lolita stepping through the floorboard pulls through her legs, she'll be the same as before, bringing her consciousness back here and opening her mouth.

"Well, if you say so much, let's just say I'll take it honestly. That said, it's not even a situation we're talking about for a long time now. I want you to know more."

"Right."

Dafan, Mercedes-chan's story about me is something like a colleague at work. He tunes in occasionally, but no longer gets slashed without a question. She also met again and was treated much better than she had initially been.

1 I guess the lewd talk last night narrowed the distance between the two of us.

Nasty awesome. Love the lower stuff.

"What happened to the other Wyburns? I can't see Master Farren, but if there seems to be a dispute somewhere else, we'll have to go to the scissors."

"He's headed to the bottom of the ship to respond to Wyburn."

"Behold, it's the bottom of the ship!?

The look on Mercedes's face was at the same time as the ship rocked heavily.

There has been an increase in the number of shakes earlier.

You had ten seismic degrees.

I broke it.

Me, Blonde Lolita, Mercedes, we can't stand together, we're on the spot. The knee hits the elbow on the deck and it hurts like hell.

It's just that now I'm more concerned about the bottom of the ship than that. Has that Osama bothered you? Keep that big mouth slapped.

Rubbing his mind, etc., the demonic nobleman appeared fluffy from the edge of the deck, across the fence set at the boundary with the sky.

Flying in the sky seems a lot tedious.

I guess he was even sprayed with one shot of brace around some of his hair burning chilli. With that said, can restorative magic be used to treat baldness?

"How was the one left?

"Ugh, um. I knocked him out."

"That's good"

Apparently, I've managed.

"However, the ship has been damaged. Out of control."

"Huh? Then this flying airborne..."

"Fortunately, Mount Pepe, the destination we are headed to, is now imminent. Let's just say it stays untimely. At this altitude, you can reach the middle of the mountain."

No, unfortunately, nothing seems to have happened.

"Are you out of time?"

"The output is up abnormally. Probably out of control of the Demon Stone."

"I see..."

I'm not sure what Osama is saying.

I'm very anxious.

Anyway, this flying airborne thing is flying pretty well.

Level where you can sell fights to Shinkansen.

I'm freaking out because that thing is going to land on my torso.

By the way, landing on the torso is abbreviated as wearing a torso and sounds awesome karate.

I hope you get a proper reception.

"We still have respite until we land, don't we?

"Uhm."

"If so, let's get everyone together once and for all to share information."

"Okay, let's do that"

Difficult to leave and another difficulty.

We hurried to the bridge to prepare for the crash.