Atelier Tanaka

Solve all the trouble, the next day.

"Again, the owner is wonderful..."

I was having a rough morning in my own bed.

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.

I actually knocked down the dragon.

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.

Then I get up and get myself ready.

Then, as the timing coincided with this, the knocking noise of the front door sounded. Concon. I don't remember taking any promises or anything, so I wonder who came,

Maybe yesterday's gendarmerie really brought their boss, or is it the second season of calls from Sophia? It's about to start a new story.

Even if I think about it, it is not clear, so I will go to confirm it.

"Yes, yes, which is it?"

Down the stairs to the front door.

Drop the key and open the door.

Then there was an unexpected deal there.

"... Huh?

A couple of blonde lolitas and handsome knights.

I can't see Zophy.

"Hey, what can I do for you?

Speaking of the matter that came to my mind, could you give me back yesterday's money, or something? If so, I haven't got my hands on it yet, so I'll pick it up soon. Even this one, I appreciate that I don't have to make a bad debt for my future mental health.

There's just something wrong with the vibe.

Blonde lolita who seems terribly nervous.

A handsome man who, on the other hand, uncommonly manifests his impatience in his expression.

They were side by side at the doorstep together.

"I need to talk to you..."

Blonde Lolita says.

I was curious about the strangely dear attitude compared to my regular girlfriend.

Well, long live for the big time. Quiet and good.

"... uh, yeah, I get it. Now, please come up."

My owner, the first customer to go up ahead of the atelier, was thus made up with a member of the team orgy. Something about my sanctuary seems to have been soiled by samen and manjuice, and I feel like I can't cut it.

No. Well, that's an overstatement.

But virginity is that kind of creature.

You have to understand.

"I can fry you a cup of tea. Please wait a minute."

Take her upstairs to the living room, take her to the couch, and prepare the same tea dressing in the kitchen that she drank at the school coffee shop. Bring the water to a boil quickly with a petite fireball and put this through a tea-sounding tool with salad.

After a few minutes, all three cups of hot air were lined up in a basin.

Walk this fast and get on the couch table.

I can calm myself down again when I'm done. By the way, our living room lined up with two sofas for three. On the other hand, it is a form in which a blonde lolita and a handsome man sit back and come face to face with themselves.

On the face of it, Father, let your daughter go! Targeted.

"So what can I do for you?

I'm taking the initiative to ask you a few questions about tea.

It's delicious, this teapot.

Then it was the blonde lolita who answered this.

"Oh, the..."

Normally it seems like it would turn around with its feet together, but only today it is like a borrowed cat that sits with both feet neatly aligned, and fists on its knees with both hands gripped together. Like that's also a huge burden.

"Is that a hard thing to say? If it's about rewards, you can do whatever you want..."

I tried to go on from here, and she barked at me the way I decided to.

"Wow, wow, could you marry me!?

It was loud.

"Huh?"

Why not?

"... at your ceremony and Mr. Allen's, if I were one of you?

"Chi, no. Yikes! Me and you, hey, we're supposed to be married!

As soon as possible, a blonde lolita with a bright red face. Red to the ear.

Where I kept barking, my jaw would go down and down.

It's just chills and, from time to time, stares at me upwards.

What is this lovely creature?

"It's like I can't see the story, Mr. Allen, what's this?

I can't help it, so I swing to the handsome next door.

Why are you accompanied by your boyfriend in the first place?

Suffer from understanding.

"Estelle... she's in love with you..."

Then he spoke to me in a terrible and spicy way.

I've never seen such a handsome figure since we met.

"I remember she was your daughter-in-law..."

"... I was clearly flustered last night"

Ugh.

What is this sudden development?

I mean, if you're gonna have such a hard look, I wish you hadn't bothered to follow me. Why did you come with me? Rather, the more I'm sorry about this one, the more this, the more critical, the more contemplative I look.

"Excuse me, I can't seem to keep up with my understanding either"

"No, no, no, no, no! Married!"

A blonde lolita that makes her face even more red and barks.

Excitement and tension are the culmination.

"I want you to marry me! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

How much do you want to get married, blonde lolita?

You said earlier that we were going out on the premise of marriage or something.

I guess it's not a new beauty bureau. To legally decease a Gentile who stood out in the castle for a moment. Punishment with hands on a grand nobleman's warrant or something like that in a scenario. You think I'll admit you two socialize in return? Yeah, the more I think about it, the less I can think of a reason to be busy.

But what makes you do that?

I've changed. It's not the same as it was until yesterday. I'm passionate now. I know how the catch works, and I know how to tell the bokuri bar, I know everything. You know what bad guys think.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept marriage"

"No, I knew it, not me!? Whatever! If you say so, I'll do anything! If you can't get married, you can be a mistress, a concubine, or, you know, a dude, dude, a slave!

It's not good.

It's getting suspicious.

Why are you so desperate?

"You and I are different identities. First of all, I think you should take care of your own body more, right? You're still young, so don't let yourself be temporarily lost. And most importantly, Allen, who is next door, is a very respectable person."

You're so handsome, you're rarely around.

If I were a woman, I'd be in love.

He said he's running for No. 3 today.

"I don't care about Allen! I'm, ah, ah, you're better! I'm all alone with you! I want to get married! I feel sorry for everything so far, and I'm reflecting on it. I'm ready to apologize!

Compared to the tongue beating I initially received when I met him, I seem quite humble.

"Huh..."

Thanks to Allen's great momentum, I have tears in my eyes.

I could hear you breathing with Hiu.

"So, uh, fuck, marry, marry..."

I mean, don't call me married. Marriage.

You're making me want to get married this way.

How far do I feel suspicious?

"I don't know what I'm mistaken about, but I'm not big enough to fall in love with a cute guy like you. As you can see, the exterior is also terrible. I've been at least once a year."

"Humans are in there!?

"The contents are terrible."

Omanco! Sexsu! Toddler girl Raypoo!

How's it going?

"Then the contents are irrelevant! If only you were you!

…………

What will remain if there is no inside or outside?

It's like they say it's physiologically impossible in the dark.

"Either way, you can't easily decide on the importance of marriage, etc. Excuse me, Mr. Allen, Mr. Estelle, please. This one is a little packed for the afternoon and I can't even stay at home much longer."

I'm hungry.

I want to have a daily lunch overlooking Sophia's milk, ass and thighs.

I don't have time to be on the verge of being a non-virgin.

Put a membrane on your vagina and then get it back out.

"Shh, excuse me..."

The handsome man who answers the lack of location looks spicy from the bottom of his heart.

I'm rather sorry about this one.

"We can make it up to you again soon. Good luck with that."

"... so I hope"

I mean, this is another kind of love affair.

I saw it on the airship, a similar situ.

Thinking about it, it's getting kind of annoying.

Is there anything more involved?

"I'm not gonna make up for it! So, ahem! Fuck, get married! Please, get married!

"Excuse me, but another time, so"

A blonde lolita staring at me with a glimmering eye.

Same boss. His face is bright red.

Cut this off and I asked both of you to go home.

She kept repeating herself to marriage, marriage, like crazy all the time.

◇ ◆ ◇

Been driving the love couple back for a while.

I just finished my schedule to leave home to clean up the cup and do what. This was what happened when I was walking from the second floor of the living room down to the first floor and past the side of the atelier towards the front door.

……

Something, I heard something.

Katakata, like rocking on a stiff floor of trinkets.

"What?

Has a ratty little animal broken in?

Indeed, the atelier is lined up with narrow items that are worthwhile. One or two of the vermin, not strange where they were lurking. However, by assuming and acknowledging its existence, it is as if its significance is different.

"... I'll have to kill you"

I don't need that stuff in my house. Synonyms for security and safety There is no way that beasts can be allowed to carry enough. Its eradication takes precedence over everything. Not if you're having lunch or anything.

Head to the side where the noise is heard and slowly turn to walk.

Then we discover small animals in the corner of the atelier, during walls made of stone.

Feels pampered, dressed like a rat without a tail. However, my ears are slightly longer and stretched to the rear of my torso. Something like this feels a little lovable for a vermin. However, thin dirty body hair seems to suggest that this creature is not for play.

"It would suck to have a strange germ or something."

One shot was to be purified.

How, of course, it's a fireball.

"Do-do."

Petite fireballs appear next to small animals ahead of the consciousness.

The subject evaporated after making a noise with Ju.

It would not be an exaggeration to call the ability to kill without leaving a shard of bone exactly purified. The boulder is Level XV. Wonderful power. Spring tea water for good, exterminating the vermin for good, crusading dragons for good, fireballs are still the ultimate magic.

"Okay, okay..."

I finished the process without contaminating my own hands.

At the end of my gaze like that, I saw something that bothered me.

"... Guy?

A total stone atelier with walls and floors. I discovered something somewhat like a slice under my feet made of equally divided, beautiful cobblestones. A stone slab of the same construction as the surrounding floor is placed so that a painting can be mounted in a manhole where it has been squared out.

Carefully made. It is completely floor-shaped, and if you don't look at the cuts consciously, you won't realize it's a lid. I lived the last few days and didn't realize it either. It is a size that allows people to come and go based on their size.

"It's just an underground facility or something. It burns."

Hang the flying magic on the tablet and try to lift it slowly.

Then, ahead, a scythe set up to descend downstairs. Beyond that, the darkness is spreading, and it won't come true to see what's waiting for you, just how hard you've tried to peek into it.

"... this isn't about lunch at last"

It's the beginning of adventure time.

◇ ◆ ◇

Down the stairs, it was about twenty square meters of stone room that showed up. There is no such thing as a window because it is underground. The walls and ceilings are one room packed in stone. Since one light source does not exist, would you float a smaller fireball beside it and explore it as a replacement for an indoor light?

And it is an immediate foreign object to be discovered by visiting.

"What is this..."

I found it first, illuminated by an orange glow.

Speaking of what I found, I found a soapy little girl.

"Sugee......"

There was the inside of a giant glass tube, the inside filled with colorless, transparent liquids, the nudity of a puppet and a floating toddler girl. Are you unconscious? Your eyes are closed, and you are immovable upright without moving. It's like pickling formalin. Thanks to this nice specification that you can worship your chest and longitudinal muscles all you want.

That's a decision to make this evening.

"Yes, who is it!?

I thought so, I heard voices from nowhere.

It's a woman's voice.

Not mine.

It also reminds me of that of a young child.

"Oh, su, sorry, my name is Tanaka..."

Reflexively named because of the unwiped heart of the company animal.

"... Tanaka, you say?

"Though I own this house."

"...... eh"

I went on, and it conveyed signs of taking their breath.

At the same time, its location becomes apparent.

There was a figure of someone sitting physically in the corner of the room, illuminated by fireball lighting.

From what I've seen, the appearance is human. The look is chrisotto on the young girl in the tube. However, the colour is light. The landscape behind it is clear. Is it a ghost? What is evocative is a series of exchanges around accidental properties that have interacted with realtors.

He is about a hundred and forty in length and is thought to be a single digit around his age. She is an adorable girl with long golden hair that reaches below her waist and crisp big, blue eyes. Characteristic are both pin and pointed ears. It would be an elf.

Wizard looking out for fantasy games Nice to meet you and stand out in a simple robe. Dark grey fabric shows good color white skin. He was holding something like a wand in his hand, and when he saw me, he stood up vigorously and stuck it in his face.

I mean, Koitz, it's the ghost who came to take our house sometime.

"Didn't I aim for my house until I set up a base in the basement!?

Is the home you finally reclaimed an immediate seizure crisis? Are you serious?

Panic, turn back to the ghost.

Remember the magic you've used before and do everything you can to repel it.

"I will build a superior world, I will not be satisfied, I will not be righteous, I will not be righteous, I will not be righteous, I will not be righteous, I will not be famous in Buddhist Path..."

"Hey, wait, I don't mean that. No! I mean, it's a base!?

Then it was a sad cry that was returned.

I used to fly magic and stuff without asking questions.

Well, he says there's room for negotiation.

If so, this one is not stingy either.

"So what are you going to do, go to our basement?

"Eh..."

With a few expressions of remorse, though, she states where to calm down and continue.

"I am the owner of this house before you bought it."

"... No way"

I thought so.

The reason is the ears that grew on her side head.

Long. Long.

It's about twice to three times longer than usual.

"Uh, Dr. Editor, is it?

"It's a complicated feeling to be called the convenience of being almost killed once, teacher, etc."

Apparently, how you are.

"No way, really? No, but Dr. Editor must have died."

"This body is a spiritual body. Not an entity '

"... I see"

I don't know, but that's the atmosphere, so I'll snort.

Must be the right choice.

"It is my flesh that floats with pukapuka in its large tube"

An example toddler set in the center of the room at the tip indicated by the editor. Lollibody floating in a giant tube made of transparent material reminiscent of glass.

If you apply flying magic to how well you are, can you change that attitude to an M-shaped leg opening, even if it's over the glass? If you succeed, the Occasion is infinite. I don't have enough rice.

"Maybe you're saving it?

"Oh, yeah."

"Oh my..."

The boulder is the editor teacher.

Seems to have delivered relief from his own death.

I don't know why, but this world is a fantasy of swords and magic. Anything. I'm sure if we assemble the spirit and the flesh together, with all the mechanisms, well, we'll be able to do this huge formalin-pickled seaweed.

Now I'm having a conversation with a ghost named Dr. Editor.

"Ha ha ha! But that's just a few days or something left too! What do you say! '

Ha ha, or even abruptly prestigious.

"I see you have something expiring."

"Yay, don't eat it! It's my body!? Care a little more!

"Oh no, I mean the Aya of the Word"

"You're right, the preservative liquid loses its effect in a few days. My flesh will begin to rot. Then, no matter how safe the spirit is, it will not be possible to regain the flesh again as the original self '.

"I see..."

The talking editor looked terribly lonely.

"Can't you manage?

As far as her writings are concerned, I don't think this genius alchemist, Dr. Editor, would have any hands on it.

However, the words returned were nothing energetic.

"If my spiritual body was powerful enough to defeat the Red Dragon, it might have been possible. Though I thought it was a faint hope, if I had to refrain from that moment in time, I would have preferred to have honestly passed away without wasting my feet scratching. '

Hahaha and dry grin Dr. Editor.

Earlier, Fu Ha Ha, seems to have been well.

It was all of a sudden, so I was a little freaked out.

"Is it the Red Dragon"

"Oh, it's the Red Dragon"

That's how it goes, so I came with Tin.

"Is that an example medicine ingredient?

"... you read the book I wrote?

"Yeah well."

"Then you also understand my situation..."

"Maybe we can work something out."

'Huh? There's no way you can handle this!?

Teacher Editor kicked ass in one of my casual words.

"I'm moaning because I don't have that pill. Yikes!? Leave me alone! Or what? You lose your body immediately, and eventually you just lose your self, and you still push me out of the house!?

"Oh, no, that's not why..."

"You bastard! Busyk! Coarse dick! Virgin bastard! You must have been craving to see me naked anyway!? I'm still getting harder in my pants right now. You're cracking your consciousness up a lot for positioning things. Ugh!? Listen to people properly!

Self-inflicted self-abandonment, nasty vehemently speaking.

Cursing rumors fly in.

Because she is a beautiful young girl, her HP is shredded.

but exquisite blame additions and subtractions that sometimes heal a little.

You're absolutely right, you bastard.

The reason you're sticking your right hand in your pants pocket is moronic.

'About in the basement, su, you said you stayed for a little while, okay!? I'm dying soon!? You become a ghost and your self is gradually gone, and at the end of the day you don't even know who you are and you disappear!? You're scared!?

That's my body trying to rot in front of me, so I won't be able to stay calm. I'd go crazy. Instead, her spirit is strong only so that she can have a place of conversation with others while refraining from her own death in a few days' time.

"Whoa, whoa! I won't admit it. I won't admit it. Whoa!

And I'd like to think, but it looks like it's full of criticism. It's starting to overflow. If we've been talking for a few more minutes, I'm sure it's going to be a shame, so let's get a help ship out here. If the information I checked in the book is correct, this guy is far older than me.

"There is, isn't there? medicine. I just made it during this time and it's fresh."

"... Huh?

Dr. Editor's eyes dotted when his eyelids opened wide.

I still have quite a few pills in stock.

◇ ◆ ◇

The medicine I made yesterday is stored on the Atelier shelf. I rushed back to get this, went underground again, rushed to Dr. Editor's.

Give me the vial you have in your hand and she will look at this and give you the look of a suspicious demon. Over the glass, small, shaky liquids are bright red like human blood.

'Is this really true?

"Yeah, I am. We have one clinical record."

"Are you serious..."

Seriously.

Leave your own method of making it, what about the look on its face? Perhaps you can't believe this one. Speaking is poorly chopped teeth. A mixed look of surprise and suspicion is just directed at the vial.

"This is an oral intake, right? How shall I give you a drink?"

"Did you really get the Red Dragon liver? How did you do that?

"I went to the site to collect it with the help of a magical and famous nobleman."

"... well..."

Would you have been somewhat convinced when I put out the word aristocracy?

Or maybe it's the thought of straw-bearing the body with no aftermath. If you leave it alone, it will be lost in a few days, so naturally. If I were you, I'd drink. You drink with cockroaches.

"Can I have a drink? This."

I'll give you the bottle.

"It doesn't make sense for me, the spirit body, to drink it. rather than not drinkable '

"Then to those who are puffy in the transparent tube over there, you have to make them drink somehow. I'm afraid it's going to collapse as soon as I get it out of here."

'Often it's not a mistake. That and the preservative fluid have completely filled the inside of the body, so oral intake is probably impossible. Instead, inject directly into the body using a needle.'

"I see, something like that"

"I made a bet on just a few possibilities like the original. I have enough to do the dosing. I just can't manipulate it in the spirit."

"Can't you hold things or something?

"It's possible to float with magic, but I don't like fine manipulation."

"With that being said, you've been flying ice columns and stuff before."

Follow my instructions, will you do the work? It's not that difficult to operate. If you're clever enough to make medicine, it's never going to fail. '

"I don't mind."

'... yes, is that good? Are you sure? to me as a stranger.'

"On the contrary, is there a problem?

"If you think about the value of the medicine, you want to question it for granted."

"Ah......"

in the hepatic sense of the dragon.

That said, there is still a lot of liver. Rather, how to handle it before it rots, that's a real problem for the Dragon Crusade Party to have together. Sorceress aristocrats and others are eating it on a skewer day after day. Magic can go up or something.

"We have a lot of inventory."

'Oh, really?

"So do you mind if I let you in?

…………

"Doctor?"

"Ah, ah... Tamu"

Thereafter, I will follow the instructions of the editor.

The point is, it's like punching an infusion into a bedridden patient. The tube is already passing through the body, so I should pour the medicine into its mouth. As long as the clear tubular cylinder connects to the work and the medicine is placed in the container.

Then I'll let you in.

"... um"

Dr. Editor looks at how things work out in a very tense face.

A bright red liquid is poured into the inlet.

Transmit the tube and it reaches the teacher's flesh in a transparent tube.

At the same time, the change took place.

"Eh..."

A spherical magic formation floated around the flesh, making a low noise with Bung. It is made in the same bright red color as medicine, lettering and shaping, a terrible and refined substitute for making.

Super cool.

"This is it..."

Princess, you've been well tolerated.

If I react like this to my body, I'll get around to it.

"Ah..."

The teacher raised a slightly colorful voice.

At the same time, the translucent person floating with the fuyo fuyo, the spirit body and what the person calls it, moves to be sucked into the tube. Whether it is due to the will of the person or whether magnetic coercion is at work is beyond judgment as far as the eyes are concerned.

However, somehow, I had an idea that the two would be one.

"Ah, ahhh!

A particularly horny voice went up.

I knew it was up to Dr. Editor for the rest of the evening.

"Let, Doctor?

The spirit disappeared so that it could be sucked into the flesh.

At the same time, a strong luminescence phenomenon occurred.

The brilliance is only for a few moments.

The next moment makes it look like a filament-cut bulb that fits.

This was accompanied by the disappearance of the magic formations.

"Hey, something's awesome..."

Kind of touching.

In front of me, in the tube, the teacher started scratching the algae in agony. It's like you're drowning in water. I can swing my hands at each other and try to break the tube somehow.

The flesh, which has never even moved with Pickle before now, is like a lie. It's a momentum that's going to go through well and break as it is. So much so that the naked colour blows away.

"Seriously!?

Panic about boulders.

Hold a metal box with no known purpose beside it in both hands and tap it into the tube. Is it about the size of the Micah box? As a result, Gashan, the sound of the good economy rings, and the preservative liquid that was filling the inside and the dot starts to pour out.

Early on, the teacher's body, having lost support for the liquid, is in the form of a gutter and a depression inside it.

"Shh, first!?

…………

Did you fail?

I don't return words when I ask. Apparently, he's lost consciousness. In the meantime, I will do everything in my power to hang the magic of recovery, but I am already unconscious and I do not know what results have been achieved.

I shouldn't do this. Dock my ears and teacher's nipples immediately.

Duck, I can see the beat, so I'm not dead.

Believing that, we decided to carry it upstairs to the room, to the bed.

◇ ◆ ◇

After finishing the medication, Dr. Editor had lost his mind for only a moment.

In the name of nursing, worshipping her sleeping face beside her. For a while, when her lovely eyes opened patchouli, she finally felt her shoulder load come down.

It was really dangerous. If I had been waking up late even in the next few minutes, I would have largely taken the octin out of my pants and started treating my sleeping face to occassions.

"... is this my room?

"Oh, you're awake?

He strokes his chest down and talks.

"How is your illness? You know, body, you move?

"Huh? Ah, ah..."

If you ask, the editor teacher starts to move this one and the other under the duvet, like it's a finger of his hand or a crotch joint. As far as viewing next door, I can't see anything strange about this in a series of moves. Seems like a healthy reaction.

"... Ugh, move. Really... this is my body, right?

I'm even impressed, Dr. Editor. I'm asking strange things.

"Even if the boulder asks me that..."

"Wow! So much movement, so much movement! I can touch things!

Same reaction as the princess I saw in the castle the other day.

"It is so wonderful that your body moves as you wish. It's obvious, but what's so hard about what's normal and what can't be normal..."

Guthrie, if you sip your nose, Dr. Editor rubs your eyes against your index finger.

Girl crying porn cute.

Somehow, you're like the consolidation of the occassion.

It's cuteness that forces you to want to stick your dick in your mouth.

"Are you all right?

"Mi, don't look! Oh, look at that!

"Oh, yes."

Wait for the teacher who started doing it with Gusgus to settle down.

She seemed so happy to cry.

That's right.

If he was a handsome Allen, he would have left the room without having to be yelled at not to look. But every day the virgin who has no trouble securing the occassion watches her like an Obatalian waiting for a discount seal to be put on in the supermarket's main course. Toddler girl watching.

I observe every move of it in detail.

Slightly, when tears and runny nose pull in, he pretends to talk casually.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad it's safe."

Where he cried a lot, the teacher regained his composure. The eye area is not less congested and red, reminiscent of the inspiring scene in this way. Certainly some of the tears wiped on the back of your hand or at the tip of your finger darken the color of the fabric when you wet the sleeves of the robe.

"... thank you, Omae, I have to."

Bosoli, talking toddler.

On a sniveling sheet, I look at this one when I wear a Walrus.

The look on his face seems so ill-defined.

The first encounter was unquestioned killing magic, so naturally so. If he is saved this time by someone who was nearly killed once more, there is no way to speculate in his heart.

The emotions of others that are too critical.

It was my first experience in my life to hang out with that overflow. I'm sure normal people are experiences gained through events like romance or marriage.

But I'm experiencing a very mission-critical event in which an elf's little girl would accomplish a generation of measures that risked her life or death.

This is the kind of thing I will never forgive again. Stress is Mach.

"I'm glad you're safe, even for me."

"... of Omae, what in return?

"I don't mind that. Now rest your body slowly and rest your life safely connected to tomorrow. Exhaustion is not limited to physical things."

It's true that you're sick because you care.

"Hey, stop hating me as much as you do at times like this. Be honest with me."

"It's not disgusting, is it? I hope you don't think weird."

…………

After a few exchanges, the editor teacher has a very difficult look.

"The recipe for the medicine is something left by the editor himself in the first place. As long as I followed that description and did the preparation. And what's more, the medicine that was created was made for someone other than you."

Apparently, you're not convinced by what I'm doing.

I may have lived a long, intelligent life, no, before I got sick. Or after leaving the flesh, years of ghost life have distorted her personality negatively?

It's like I don't know the details.

It's just that, in any case, what she needs right now would be mental health care.

"You won the bet. This achievement is none other than yours. The existence of me is just one of the many coincidences. No one else. That's what I'm talking about myself, no doubt."

"You don't like Omae, do you?... If you have something to say, say it."

"What do you mean?

"What do you want from me? You wouldn't bother to tell them away."

No, I didn't ask for anything.

"Lie to me! Otherwise, why would you want to help me?

"It's out of simple favor."

"... unbelievable. Who would believe such nonsense?"

But the dirty lolita of my heart, too, now this is adorable.

The contents seem to be far older than mine, though.

"A favor is always a one-way street."

"I'm the one who wrote the recipe, right? I understand it's not such a cheap medicine."

"Truth be told, you've been on track and made a little too much. Instead, I think it would be positive for the alchemy industry to have been able to earn the number of clinical cases in this way. It will also support the value of your recipe."

"Hey, what are you kidding..."

Dr. Editor of Suspicious Dark.

The expression gets harsher.

Well, how can you convince me?

Shall I make demands even on my body? I don't feel like you're going to open your crotch now. It's just that at her age, it doesn't mean she's a virgin. If so, shouldn't I keep the favor until I finish my pure love with the membrane holder?

Besides, Dr. Editor is a very good alchemist. It's too shameful to get into a relationship this time only. If possible, we would like to remain friends forever. Mainly in the secret medicinal sense of rejuvenation.

"This is the house Omae bought in the first place, isn't it? Ugh!?

"Huh? Ah, ah..."

"I remember you barking all over me when you paid for something else!

"... sure, that's right"

What was inadvertently told by the other side was what happened last week.

Apparently she also remembered this appeal.

Convenience, would helping Mr Editor raise new issues again?

Nothing else, the owner's gone.

It's where we're going.

Is it hard to tell a boulder to get out toward the face? However, if I recall the exchange at the time, I don't even think this claim will pass easily.

Even in this slight exchange, her stubbornness was readily understandable.

…………

…………

It is also difficult to take an inn outside on a sick body. On top of that, I don't think it's strange to go crazy with a stranger, a middle-aged man, under a roof, sleeping together, etc., if he's the owner of a legitimate spirit.

I don't like living with strangers myself.

The other person is quite a baba the entity, but the elf privilege makes her look super pitchy toddler, and she's awesome cute, and I don't want to hug her anymore and mock her in the futon, damn it.

I want to have sex. I want to have sex with a seemingly non-toddler in front of me.

That's why I broke first.

"Omae will forgive me, but only for a few days..."

I almost told you, Dr. Editor. I assure you, I will block that mouth.

"... ok"

I'm the brave one with the house.

The passion of landlords for their own homes is well understood. If it came with special facilities such as an atelier, it would be included. If I were you, I'd be building a grave on the property. And the money that bought the house back was a recipe for medicine.

So, taking this unilaterally, I can't do anything about it.

So hard on top of this, but the choice must be the right one, as the brave man with the house.

"Apparently, really, this was your home."

"... ahh?

"The set of rights has been left in the tans of another room. Neglect the administration of this country, so I don't know how to go about the process, but please, use it so that it fits well."

"Oh, come on! Wait..."

"You can't imitate a strain on a woman who's sick of boulders."

Damn, you were the owner of the corner.

I'm sorry. I'm sad.

I bought a checkered carpet around the front door next week, and next week I would welcome a big dog to my pet, and the next week I would have a barbecue in an atelier space or something big to watch.

But apparently, it was still far from my dream of owning a home. The world won't allow me to have a home. I appeal to you to continue renting for the moment. If so, the existence of a tiny human being is as long as it is flushed and obeyed by the provisions of the world.

"Now you'll excuse yourself."

"So, whoa! Wait!"

At least I'll leave dressed for the best.

I'll talk to you on my back as much as I have no more.

What do you say?

Goddamn it. Whoa.

Goodbye Goodbye, until the day I see you again.

Carrier (Finale).

◇ ◆ ◇

Mr. Editor's house later. For a while, the nascent homeless wandered the city.

"Well, back to outdoor life again."

What I want is a roof for the moment. Whether you're looking for a home in this city again or moving to a more livable city, you need to hold back the inn in any case.

However, there was a way to do one before that.

"... Ah, there he is"

The place is a square built in the bustling part of the city. The two streets meet, a large fountain is set up in the center, and a large number of people in the neighborhood are colluding soothingly.

Many are women, and by the time I say it's time for the sun to go down, I can see a lot of people who have raised shopping bags in their hands if they are coming to buy out dinner.

In such a painting, I found the young girl I was looking for.

What kind of toddler is she, a guide toddler?

"Ah! I see you again!

She also noticed this presence and came running over with Tokotoko. What's it like? Until now, he's been closer to me, but today, he's coming closer to me, so seriously, five seconds before I fall in love.

I'm a little happy.

No.

I'm so happy.

I'm so glad the young lady misses me. I tend to cry.

"Actually, I'm looking for an inn for the moment, is there anything good about it?

"Inn?

"There were so many things that I lost my home."

homeowners, a dandysm that accents and speaks to the part of the It seems a little rough or something, but that's the part where I can't give in as a Japanese boy. 'Cause you own a house, don't you? Besides, it's the address to the capital, Calis, right? Chiyoda address class, in Japan.

However, to such an ex-holder brave man, she answered with her neck tilted.

"Is that it?"

"Huh?"

What went on was the fact that I had completely forgotten about it in person.

"I heard that magic schools have dorms everywhere, right?

Why are you asking me that? All you have to say.

"... with that said, I do remember being told that"

"Odysan, you couldn't get into school?

"No, I let him in. I put it in so much. Swiss through the back entrance."

"Then you don't need accommodation!

"... yeah"

Nica, she's cute as a toddler who talks with a better smile.

I also have to play this penny.

Rather than that, that's what I was looking for her for.

The Inns are just one of the topics in one way or another.

"Thank you, thank you"

From the purse-substituted leather bag, when it is meant to be, take out the copper coin, instead, take out all a few pieces of gold coins and hand them over. The success of the dragon exorcism is due in no small part to the same young girl. This is a legitimate reward for her.

"Is that it? Today's is shiny"

"It's sparkling, isn't it beautiful? You should give it to your mother."

"Ugh! All right!

A young girl who snorts, tells you fast or runs down the street.

Twice, three times on the way, looking back at this one, he shakes his arms wide with the boom. In the meantime, there's a constant smile on my face, and, oh, I don't think there's a better existence to heal people's hearts than the loving smile of a young girl.

Love it the best.

The current boom alone was worth about ten pieces of gold.

The pain of disappearing is also somewhat alleviated.

"... All right, go or school"

There is a great distance from the square where we are now.

There may or may not be a curfew, but let's try to walk in a hurry.

◇ ◆ ◇

It was already dark by the time we arrived at the school dormitory.

Maid seems busy roaming around here and there in the facility. It was a trip to see them. Though I was often surprised at the beginning of the encounter, when I explained that this one was a student, he changed and kindly taught me a lot. The feudal system is the craziest.

The dormitory was present on the school premises. However, it was provided some distance from a stretch of the school building, just ahead of a courtyard of considerable size. It is a splendid stone building consisting of ten floors, beside which you can also admire a building that houses amenities.

They say this is not the only dormitory the school has, but among them, it is the dormitory that they now view. Also, unlike other dormitories, they say that only this dorm has no distinction between men and women.

For some reason, the answer came back to me because the private rooms were well built from the entrance hall to the hallway leading to the living room, or because if they were of the upper class, there was no way to distinguish treatment by gender difference, or because it would take a huge amount of money to make two of the same facilities.

As for this one, as long as you're thankful for the same apartment as the young girl.

The power to survive the days boils down.

That's how the maid guided me, walking down the building's inner hallway, up the stairs and down the stairs again, to the corner room located on the fourth floor of the same place, a room that serves as a place of immediate life. In front of me stands a tall wooden door carved with hand-carved relief.

"This way."

A maid who took the key out of her nose pulls open the door.

What you can see from the inside is that of the billions of shots that view the city centre.

Once done, a wide and luxurious front door and a corridor leading up. Is there a toilet or bathroom with several lined doors? Or maybe there is a bedroom apart from the living room. Further down, a large door is provided, and the living room continues until it is opened.

Apparently, Mansley Apartment. Nice to meet you, we already have the kind of furniture available. The couch and the table and the others could be confirmed. It is a very pleasant consideration as a homeless bastard without the kind of household tools.

"Go ahead."

"Oh, duh, thank you."

I was a little overwhelmed.

The maid prompted me to come in.

Walk down the hallway through the front door and reach the living room. The scale is such as a spacious twenty square meters. I have not accepted a dignitary mentor in the capital of the country to Dada. It's just the kind of conditioning that seems to have a tight value. I can think of a style that would change someone's life with one shelf.

"Please forgive me if I may be narrow."

"No, no, there's no extermination either. It looks very comfortable."

Does this mean someone is still complaining? The boulder is a dorm reserved for Mr. Great. It's more luxurious than Dr. Editor's house. With this large living room, it would also be possible to renovate a painting like an atelier.

"This is the key to the room."

"Oh, thank you."

Receive a key made of metal from a maid.

Tough design.

It looks like a dragon to hold.

I felt a little complicated remembering Christina.

I think goblins are good, not dragons.

"I just wanted to show you the room and call the maid in charge of this room. I'm very sorry to bother you, but may I please wait a moment?

"Huh?"

"Each room comes with a maid in charge. In the room closest to the front door, we apologize very much, but please give it to the maid with you. If this is difficult, please consult the office."

"Ooh, ooh..."

Maid Kitakore.

And a live flag called Exclusive or something.

I want to get you pregnant and make you a belly bother.

I'd like to take responsibility for it for once.

"Well, please wait"

A maid of honor who returns her heel after talking a little.

She went from the living room to the hallway, walking down the aisle as I told her this way, in front of the door provided by the front door. From the beginning of Ki's opening, Hino, something sounds like a screaming stained voice of a young woman. Looks like someone was really waiting.

Waiting awhile, she came back with a woman in the same maid by her side.

"This will be the maid in charge"

That was someone I saw again, too.

"Huh?"

At first glance, my voice leaked unexpectedly.

In contrast, he complained to an unknown maid who looked baffled.

"... Um, how could I..."

"Mr. Sophia!

It was the voice of scolding that was returned. Senior maids look to encourage something.

Sophia turned around and opened her mouth.

"Oh, uh, my name is Sophia..."

Sophia Made to Name Yourself With a Looking Like She's Gonna Cry Out Now.

Oppa, oppa, oppa, a rich oppa accentuated by made-up clothing made to expose the upper milk. Plus the thick thigh, the thick thigh peeks through the hem of a skirt that is still made short. I can't stand you, Sophia. What a horny maid.

How can you be a maid of honor here?

Pornography that you might forget to question.

That said, let's ask because if you don't ask, it's going to be a big deal later.

"Um, why are you here, Mr. Sophia?

"Huh, Master Farren told me to work here..."

Quickly identifies the killer. Looks like that Osama turned his mind in vain.

When the dragon was exorcised, the track record of purposefully bringing in service in front of him showed that, unilaterally, I can't say enough that it was his mistake. Love for Sophia, who is still astonished, is dehumanized. The maid is cute, beautiful and horny, and I want to hug her right now.

It's hard on you.

"I see, was it his guide..."

I didn't know she and I knew each other, nor did the maid who showed us the room. Would you confirm this with a slight surprise? Unlike maybe confused Sophia, this one consistently seems accustomed to something called a school maid.

"Did you know him?

"Yeah, well."

"If so, I will excuse myself at this. I have told her about other details, so please check back. I apologize for the hasty guidance. Loosen up."

What do you want me to do for you?

I want to do it very much. Nanny.

Return your heels early, and you'll never know the name of the maid after the scene. Pathan, when the front door was closed, the signs were also completely invisible. He's a well-cared for man.

It was just me and Sophia who were left behind.

After a while, a voice hung from her side over here, sitting flashy.

"Um..."

"Ah, yes. What is it?

"Oh, that guy told me to give you this"

Something took something like a handbell out of my nostalgia, Sophia.

This is the same as the key again, with wasted and elaborate carvings remitted. On the shelf of an antique store, even with a price tag of 100,000 yen, it is a substitute that never feels uncomfortable. Small compared to my own known handbell, a little cute.

"... What's this?

"They say it's a ringing bell"

I know that somehow.

"Mr. Tanaka calls me, and he says he uses it..."

"Huh..."

"When this rings, this collar reacts and only tightens a little. It doesn't hurt much, but when I'm eating, it's tight, so it's a little hard."

Sophia talks about stroking her own neck on her fingertips.

I'm a maid of honor. I'm a collar or a dompisha.

"Ugh..."

Apparently it wasn't a lie or a joke, it was really a property with a maid. Besides, isn't it seriously lucky that the maid in question is Sophia or something like that in the low LUC? Is it good to have such happiness in this world?

I'm the brightest person in my life right now.

"After all, Mr. Tanaka was a nobleman..."

Sophia squeaks with the look of giving up all sorts of things. Rape eyes with all her might.

I love you, too. I love you.

"No, no, no, you're not. Because I'm really a civilian."

But then why are you going to school?

"This is Mr. Farren's guide. I've told you before, he changes people when magic is involved. I'm sure that's the background this time around."

"... is that right?"

Sophia is adorable with completely dead eyes.

Nice healthy Sophia, but she still has a good rape eye for her.

Why does misfortune look so good on you?

You're so LUK expensive.

"Let's just take the day off. It's already night."

"... Yes"

Sophia's back clamps as she returns to the maid room by the front door with Tobotobo.

That's how my first day in the dorm passed.