Atelier Tanaka

The morning of the second day of dormitory.

"Mr. Tanaka, it's morning..."

I woke up when I heard someone. Sophia, a maid sitting beside her bed, fell into sight before anything else. Seriously. Like being woken up in the morning by a beautiful girl in a maid or something. Seriously?

Too happy.

I woke up fast.

By the way, the bedroom was provided separately from the living room. Apparently, it's an intermission called 3LDK to go with the maid's room. Although the number of rooms is normal, simply comparing the size is more spacious than the Editor teacher's house. Bathrooms and baths are also available.

"Ah, good morning"

"I'm ready to eat, so"

"Duh, thanks..."

She still has an unscented look on her face. It's just that, still, the job is work, and they seem to burn this one's care. I'm not sure where it compares to the maid who showed me to my room yesterday, but I'm still super happy with that.

After a small meeting, she immediately followed the bedroom.

I hurried to finish dressing to chase that back and went back to the living room myself.

Then there's a freshly made breakfast on the dining table.

I guess I used it to prepare a table beside it. Metal hand pressed service wagon is potpourri. Beautifully designed bunk. Is there even water in the lower section, prepared with empty cups of pots?

"Ooh..."

Shit, hot stuff coming in from the back of my chest.

I'm so happy, and if you notice, tears are ringing in my eyes. Yuck.

You know, this kind of morning regiment.

I just thought it would never be implemented in my life.

"... what have you done?

"Huh? Oh, yes, do it, it's nothing. Anything."

Wipe this with your back of your hand in a great panic and calm your hips to the chair.

So I checked the sight on the tabletop, and the question arose.

"Were these made by Mr. Sophia?

"The meal is prepared by a specialist cook elsewhere. However, each room has a kitchen in the dorm, so some of the maids in charge are bringing their own cooks from their parents."

"I see."

Dorm life at school seems more expensive than I imagined. Is it also satisfactory in view of these insights that a huge amount of enrolment money is beyond the reach of ordinary people?

If it's going to come true, I want Sophia's hand cooking, too. Let's look at the timing one day and ask for it. We have to get along with her for that.

"By the way, why is the meal just for me?

"Yes?"

"Mr. Sophia's meal..."

"I'll have something else in my room after Tanaka finishes eating."

"Oh, really?"

You're the one called the maid of honor.

Or do you hate eating with me from the bottom of your heart?

…………

Regularly, it looks like the former, but the main thrust is that the latter signs are intense.

A rich meal that leaves the maid behind is a man's romance. It is a sorrow that I want to experience twice and three times, not once. Uh, Chimichimi, this is the replacement.

However, it is a luxury that the maid who responds is not hesitant to indulge in because she is a fully-educated maid.

A small animal-based impromptu like Sophia. What a meal a maid would have while staring at you with dead eyes is uncomfortable at all. Guilt also precedes increased appetite.

Hence the suggestion. This is also a ploy to reduce the distance between the two.

"If there's no inconvenience, why don't you eat with me?

"I heard that's not part of the maid's job..."

"Then I'm afraid, as part of my job, please"

"Work, is it?

Sophia's expression creates a rush.

Would there have been any problems with the series of exchanges?

"Is it difficult?

"But..."

"If you're going to eat the same thing, it would be easier to clean it up if you ate it together. I think it's troublesome to carry it purposefully to my room, and more importantly, because I don't feel very good about being seen eating unilaterally"

"Huh..."

I just explained somewhat, Piscilli, Sophia's expression froze. I'm not sure why it froze. However, my cheeks definitely seem to be drawn to my side. Where in the current word was there to react?

No, quite simply, I guess I don't like the dining table - along the busamen in the front.

But I'm not giving up. Sophia, I want to have dinner with you.

"What do you say? We were eating together when we were flying."

"If so... Um, let me come with you. Excuse me......"

"No, I don't think I need to apologize"

Sophia walks to the kitchen, pushing the service wagon. I guess I went back to get my own meal. Early transported is the same set that I'm trying to get my hands on now. Apparently, it was prepared in advance.

In quick, face-to-face arrangement, she sits back on the dining set again. And then, Chillari Chillari, I started eating with a frequent glance over here. I guess the reason it doesn't seem very tasty is because the soy sauce-faced middle-aged jerk is still reflected in the dining table landscape.

By the way, the menu is something that looks like bread, something that looks like eyeballs, something that looks like salad, something that looks like chicken sautéed, something that looks like soup. Very luxurious. For one reason or another, there is no knowledge of each material.

"It's delicious"

"... Yes"

"This salad is pretty dressed too..."

"... Yes"

"… the soup is also perfectly salted"

"... Yes"

Time passed without a conversation-like conversation.

Let's try a little harder to provide a topic for dinner.

Sophia and I are going to have dinner someday.

◇ ◆ ◇

After you finish your meal, you're on your way to Dr. Editor's house.

Student dormitories. After that, I only walk a minute on foot. The warm climate also helped, and by the time I arrived there was a sweat seeping through my forehead. I can calm down and pull this into the coffee shop, near the destination, for a while.

I know someone else's house when I want to visit.

When I knocked on the front door, your teacher, who was at home, gave me a peek in the face. She put the middle-aged bastard who showed up yesterday today through the same Buddha top surface, but without hindrance. The living room is familiar to me as I was guided but headed.

Or I thought they would say no, so good. Good.

As such, now the two of them are facing each other from the front as each sits on the couch provided opposite each other. There are two cups on the sofa table. Tea obtained by the teacher raises the hot air gently and gently.

"Oh? You think it's a recipe for a secret drug for rejuvenation?

"Yeah, if you don't mind, could you tell me?"

The only reason I visited her was to ask her to teach me.

The primary reason why I myself took a step on the monstrous path of alchemy, etc.

Young.

I want to be young.

That way, I'm sure there's thumping like that, even for me, like her or my lover.

"The only thing missing from the teacher's writings was that page"

"... have you read everything?

"I'm sorry, I didn't think the teacher was going to survive."

"Well, you can talk to me."

Dr Blonde Lolita with her legs together at all costs.

Same as the other day, punchy because I wear mini scallops.

I can see the whole way to the base as far as the thick crotch goes.

Eye blessing, eye blessing.

I want to give you a black garter belt someday.

Definitely suits you.

"That said, as far as flushing goes, I know there are many things I've forgotten"

"Hmm?

The punchline alchemist smiles like something flashed.

She has a tendency to fish. A mean look fits her very well. Lovely.

"What is the material of the neutralizer used to formulate the sulpema solution?

Alchemy Nazonazo.

The answer was what I was lucky enough to remember.

So with the rash.

"One writer described it as Zanme liquid. However, I think another work written two years after that stated a column that said it was possible to improve the potency by mixing the oil extracted from the fruit of the rafe in a ratio of ni to one in the same liquid"

…………

"What do you think?

"... Huh, you're a big man"

I look like I'm going to change and be funny.

Such a teacher is cute after all.

You don't feel like munching your thighs when you do it to Lori's habits.

I want to suffocate with my cheeks pinched all the time.

"Not as good as the teacher, because we have some upbringing"

I don't think I'm good, but I don't even think I'm stupid.

It's normal. Normal.

"Sure, Omae's right. There's a chip in the recipe pointed out"

"Any reason?

"... nothing, not that big of a reason"

"If you don't mind, I'd like to know more."

…………

When asked, the teacher loses the place to go on.

Something seemed troubling.

There's one or two things I want to keep secret from everyone. Maybe it's hard to get in too hard. That said, the secret drug of rejuvenation is the only way to achieve my grief. I want you to shake your head vertically here at all costs.

"Excuse me. I apologize for looking through the book on my own. I just really want to know. Let me know if there are any other conditions. Please."

"No need to apologize."

"Really? But then…"

The talking editor was restless somewhere.

I guess there's still some reason for missing pages.

"So can you at least tell us just the ingredients you need?

"Huh..."

I just asked, Vikri, the teacher's shoulder shook.

"Doctor, aren't you feeling well yet?

"Chi, no! No, you're not.

"Really? I hope so."

Should I not ask any more?

Something tells me I'm going to be touching things.

It's just that those worries backed her up, she continued.

"I have a little vague memories about that page, too. I want a respite to sort my head out for a while. I'm not gonna keep you waiting that long, so what?

"Are you sure?

"Naturally. That's all I asked for yesterday."

"That said, I don't like being forced to,"

"Ugh, shut up. Just wait for me."

"I hope so..."

Something's wrong, Dr. Editor.

Compared to yesterday, my hegemony seems to wane. Even if you try to strengthen it with your mouth, it may be that you are sick at any rate and you are not feeling well yet. Or I can't deny the possibility that my face is significantly shredding her tension.

If you think calmly, the sign of the latter is bin.

It is not a good idea to put yourself alone for a long time. She is a good alchemist. If it's going to happen, I want it to be a lifetime, a good time. It is advisable to be early before you can really creep up.

"Now if you'll excuse me for today,"

"... ah"

Thank you for your valuable loliturgy.

"Thank you for today. Dr. Editor."

"No, I don't mind. Difficult about recipes for secret medicines, but if anything else, I'll do whatever it takes. If you want this atelier, you can give it to me. It may not be necessary, but it's all the books on the shelf."

"This is your atelier. I can't take this atelier away from you because I care about the house. I am me and one day I will try to get the house I deserve. Then Dr. Editor will invite you too."

This is an ordered house.

It's not second-hand.

"... right"

"Yes."

"Then one thing, can I get you an order from here?

"What is it?

"I don't mind you asking like this. I'll fry you about a cup of tea. I don't mind glancing at my chest or crotch. You look like a lollicon. You should see as many, you pervert. Just stop calling me a teacher. Absolutely."

"The teacher is the teacher. Aren't you a very good alchemist teacher?"

I was looking at my chest and my thighs, and I found out.

The teacher who goes out of his way to blame me for his words is in a spirit of service.

I didn't worship Dada once, Raw Susie.

"That's what annoys me. Is Omae making fun of me?

No, there's no annihilation.

"Next time I call you, I won't tell you even if I recall a recipe for a secret drug. All right?"

"... okay. From now on, with the editor."

"Hmm."

I'm disappointed to learn sexual excitement about calling Lori a teacher, Dr. Editor.

"Then excuse me. Editor."

"Ah......"

I made sure she snorted, and I followed her.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

I really don't have any luck. I wondered if he had been entangled by nobles in the booze seat, he was the feather accompanying him to the dragon exorcism, and the day after he returned to his life and spicy, Calis' home, he was the feather forcibly sent to school as a maid for some reason.

I wonder what I did. There's not much of this.

I didn't have time to use any of the gold coins I received.

"But it was really hard this morning..."

I can't believe that Mr. Tanaka, who was hit as her husband, has prepared the same meal in his own hands and eats and drinks at the same table.

Oh, my stomach hurts just remembering.

If this was him not long after they met, he was still calm in his heart. It would have been appropriately hauled and handled in any way.

Today, however, Mr. Tanaka is tattooed by a great nobleman. Entities are no different from nobles. No, only if you do it and for what you're good at magic, you're more dangerous than a lousy nobleman.

"I'm absolutely angry. Definitely angry, that one."

I'm sure Mr. Tanaka had noticed. In the name of Mr. Tanaka getting it, to myself, I prepared a meal for your husband. That's why I did such a roundabout.

Otherwise, I don't know why I bothered to put the maid on the table.

"If you do it and you're calm, you're scared the other way around..."

Originally, the maid would have a meal prepared as a bribe separate from her husband. Naturally. Even I, the daughter of the diner, know it right. It's impossible if a servant thinks normally about eating the same meal as his husband.

It is the business of the livestock to let it dominate in front of his master in his own hands. It's better if you can still yell at me. To say so, Mr. Tanaka, with Nico and a full smile, was staring at me arranging the plates.

I'm afraid of that smile.

"... ha"

I'm very disgusted.

I'm not in the mood to work either. That said, I'm shivering just thinking about what kind of disposition I'm going to get for failing to do this. Horrible is the identity of a maid.

So I have no choice but to work to get rid of your morning job.

By the way, at present, we are walking down the dorm hallway to the water field with Mr. Tanaka's worn clothes on the basket. To do the laundry in one piece.

Why should I wash his clothes?

I would have made lunch at my parents' house by now.

It smells subtly like underwear or something. Smells fragrant. It's better than my father's underwear, though. But the school is a terrible place to have to wash something like this.

But if I don't do it, I don't know what's gonna happen to me. Rumor has it that while school maids are well paid, their jobs and gigs are very cynical. She's not even busy on holiday.

How long will this life last?

"Ah......"

It's also about letting the sigh leak.

Even nature and gaze tend to fall back.

I guess that wasn't a good idea.

My attention to my surroundings was getting scattered.

"Yikes..."

"Huh..."

I just turned the corner of the hallway, and I bumped into someone.

The other guy was the same maid.

Whether it was a bad beating, as long as this one rocked himself somewhat all the time, the opponent rolled onto the floor. Apparently, like me, he was on his way to laundry. I dropped the basket in my hand on the floor, and there was clothing scattered around it.

This basket is safe in my arms. Good.

"Oh, excuse me. I was watching..."

I'll talk to you anyway.

Then, with her buttcake on, she's been staring at this one.

"... hey, can you just look ahead and walk?

You're a little older than me. Is it about twenty years old?

I met him, and he said he was a stranger, but I was stared at.

"Yes..."

"I mean, how can you? This is a rewash."

"Excuse me......"

It was a meeting at the corner, so I'm comin '. Rather, in view of the magnificent buttocks on them, they would have walked like me or more, without checking the front.

So don't even apologize. I'm a terrible person for unilaterally raising my voice of condemnation.

However, still, let's apologize for once. We are new here, so we should avoid futile disturbances. Because I hear that maid's frustration is often shady and tragic.

"Huh? What's that?"

"No, um... sorry"

"My voice is so small that I can't hear you?

"Shh, excuse me..."

I don't think you have to stare that far.

And how long are you going to have your ass cake on the floor if you just get up. Is it a hit on me? Because you're a very bad character woman.

Though I'm not the in-laws I could have told you to think about this.

"If you'll excuse me, there won't be more washing! What are you gonna do?

"Um, me, I'm in a hurry..."

"Oh, hey!

As long as you don't engage with people like this.

Let's just go wash Mr. Tanaka's clothes. In addition to one thing at breakfast, I don't know what to do if I wasn't even satisfied with the laundry. Anyway, they're like knocking down a big dragon on their own.

I don't have time to be on a stranger Obasan here.

"Don't wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I don't care though I'm barking at something.

I took off the field repeatedly with my apologies.

Let's just say you've done your laundry and indulge in that wasteful, luxurious living room.

Yeah, without that kind of reward, I can't do it.

◇ ◆ ◇

I promised to meet with Dr. Editor safely and share my recipe for the secret drug of rejuvenation. This would be a huge step forward for my ambition. Something's burning like this. I'm feeling like an alchemist in earnest.

So I feel good going home to the dorm of the school.

The time is just noon.

If I'm lucky, Sophia, I might be able to have lunch with you or something.

Just thinking about it will make me sick.

I'm home.

Play nature and voice also to greet you home. Head to the living room.

Then there she was exactly what she would have started to get for the meal now.

"Ah..."

"Hi, I'm back"

With a dining table in front of him, he sits on a chair and stretches his fork to dishes lined up on the table. Looks like it went well with my return home in Dompisha.

It's good to be back in a hurry.

I hear that the school hired cooks are going to eat. If so, if my share goes to the cooking area, it will be possible to procure it early.

Relax, sigh, etc., and calm your hips to her face-to-face seat so that you can rest your exhausted legs for an extended walk. Get healing on shark sheets.

I mean, I still think bicycles are a must for city travel. If this happens, why don't you ask the Demon Nobleman to make it? I hear you can fly all over the city.

"Oh, uh, thigh, I'm sorry!

I started waking up bicycle drawings in my brain, rattling, making a loud noise and Sophia rose out of her seat. I thought so, but I bowed my head and headed this way and began to line up my words of apology. What's up, blonde munchkin 'pretty girl?

Big tits peek into the valley from the breasts of the wide open maid's clothes.

It's the most erotic. I'm eclectic. Thank you for bumping into me.

"And, also, I'm sorry!

"Um, what's wrong?

"While your husband was away, or I did something on my own..."

Did something happen while I was away? Dropping your head in a bright blue complexion doesn't seem like a joke. But well, I'd order lunch before that now. I don't even have to ask you to come out right away.

Sophia, lunch with you is the top priority.

"I don't know what your apology is for, but let's have lunch first"

I'm walking around the city, and I'm starving.

"Shh, we'll be ready in a minute!

"No, do you want to go yourself...... et al..."

Sophia jumped out of the room shortly after responding.

I was running off with Dada Dada.

I'm not sure what you're scared of.

Just, well, there's no way to do what's gone.

He said he would prepare his own dinner, so let's just say I leave it to that favor now. It's the rice Sophia brought me. That's all it takes to taste good. You can skip dinner if you're soaking your thumb or something in the soup when you carry it.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

I made it high that I wouldn't be back at noon, and I was eating in the dining room, and as I was aiming for you, Mr. Tanaka, this is a reminder to come home. It's an encounter. It's Dompisha. I was just about to get a delicious lunch prepared for your nobility.

Naturally, in nominal terms, Mr. Tanaka's share was served.

My husband saw that.

In addition to breakfast, even to lunch, I didn't expect to be able to hold off the scene of the fraud.

No good excuses come to mind either.

It's an impossible situation, such as how many words we've lined up, to fix. That being said, Mr. Tanaka just eats a meal at his unusual, neat look. Occasionally, the chills and glances go to the chest.

This is delicious.

"... Yes"

Like last night, the table is lined with meals for two.

Perhaps it's a distorted harsh on me. I was forced to eat the same menu with my husband again today at the same table. Did you like the frustration in this style? For example, you're a fairly sex-rooted screwed person.

"With that said, it's a salad that was on the breakfast menu, but you saw the vegetable leaves that were used for ingredients in the city's open air. I was surprised when I checked the price. You were using very expensive materials. I'm surprised."

"... Ha, no"

The topic you're shaking is also overt.

Is it fun to annoy me?

Must be fun.

Mr. Tanaka is definitely a sadist.

Either that or I'm a more frustrating than frustrating party too, so this isn't really compatible. I think personality discrepancies between men and women are a more serious problem than facial and bodily preferences.

"By the way, lunch is still delicious"

"... Yes"

Well, I don't mind leaving the dish in front of me, in the corner, that I've already got my hands on, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm not stingy with processing it to the end. If you were ordered to eat, let's just say it tastes delicious according to honesty.

I just don't think it's creepy, do you?

The nasty gaze that can be directed at your chest is also tremendously eclectic.

However, because I have never had my hands on it.

"Which do you prefer: breakfast salad or lunch salad?

"... Yes"

"I prefer to eat it now because of its strong flavor."

"... Yes"

Nature and mouth count have also decreased, resulting in an uncomfortable meal. That said, rice is rice. Tastes the same. It's a treat you'll never eat at home, so focus on tasting rice now. That's right. That's good.

…………

…………

This flavour, this flavour, isn't the same as bribery for maids. Delicious.

◇ ◆ ◇

Beginning of the afternoon if you finish your meal.

But I don't have a plan to say this. Now that we have lost our owners and are waiting to hear from Dr. Editor, we have nothing better to do than say at all.

I also thought I'd go find a new owner. But Sophia's life, which she was given all the time, is a shame to lose. I want to have some more fun.

By the way, she left the room to clean up her lunch.

So.

"... go to school too"

I'm a student because of this, so let's just say I go to class once in a while.

Mixed with young people, it's not bad to feel moratorium.

If the test is similar, it will be necessary to check the information.

"All right, let's go"

I checked my schedule quickly and left my home with my bag in one hand.

Pattan, lock the front door later. Sophia has a key, so there's nothing wrong with closing the lock.

That's how I went out into the hallway, and there was one voice that accidentally reached my ear.

"Oh, oh!?

"Huh!?

Fine, it was loud.

If you turn to that side in surprise, there's someone you know.

"Nah, nah, what the fuck!? Why are you there?

"That, Mr. Estelle..."

As well as myself, there was a figure of her who would have just come out the door facing the hallway now. Beside you will be able to send out the master of the same room, the maid leans in. The former looked at the school uniform one day. The latter, on the other hand, is a made-up garment of the same design as our Sophia.

This maid is the first person I've ever seen.

Standing alongside Lori Lori Estelle is a long woman whose tall height seems remarkable. It's as good as a hundred and seventy and a little me. When I was a year, I was in my mid-twenties and stuff. In addition to his crisp face, he was characterized by the same golden hair as his husband, put together in Sinyon.

"Estelle?

The maid raised her doubts as she saw her husband suddenly shouting.

However, I don't mind inquiring from her, Estelle barks.

Naturally, it's coming this way.

"Until yesterday, nobody was using that room.

"I've been looking after you since yesterday or so"

"Become..."

"I didn't know Mr. Estelle was your neighbor"

I was surprised, too.

Is this as good as Sophia's witchcraft aristocracy?

No, I'm talking about being vacant until yesterday, and it must be a coincidence.

"Also, could you accept marriage from me..."

"No, you're not."

"Gu......"

For a moment, a blonde lolita grinned like a bud blossomed in her pa and joy.

You haven't given up yet, you married woman.

I don't need a second hand.

If it was a used 20-year-old and a new 30-way, I'd pick the latter.

But younger is better if you're young. I don't care if it's a single digit or not.

"Are we going to class?

"Yeah, I plan on doing that."

"Hmm? Well, I guess I'll join you."

"Huh? But I only get alchemy-related lectures, right?

You're not the same major.

"Sometimes I feel like learning alchemy!

"Really?"

He still has a difficult personality.

I mean, make up with Allen quickly.

"Estelle, what are you talking about..."

"You left a message! Then I'm coming!

"... Yes"

A maid with a difficult look. To glance at her like that, a blonde lolita pushes her across the front door. I forced myself to close my door so that I could even put a lid on the smell. The forceful standing behavior of not saying yes or no seems to be her when it comes to being like her.

On the other hand, the fact that you're proposing to a middle-aged bastard like me is still nothing but creepy.

He is the daughter of a great nobleman. Poor involvement involves the survival of social life. Because you're a handsome, crazy bitch in the first place, and, look, that's it, the point is, it's like Miss Caba. That interest will have to move on to something else in a few weeks. As a result, what remains is a huge debt.

I spent about two or three hundred thousand dollars learning that at Kabukicho.

It was expensive to study.

In case you put it in, the tofu mental will take a blow of hate. Allen's heartbreak is never other personnel either. Tomorrow we will be. Therefore, I have made a decision to accurately judge now and immediately distance myself.

Rather, it's middle-aged jerks who are required to be strong enough to use her to target other heterosexuals and get close to you. I'm going to hate myself for being so ugly.

"Look, you're coming too. Yikes! You're gonna be late."

"Ah, yes..."

I haven't been to school in days.

Blonde Lolita urged me to follow that back and left the dorm.

Convenience of being on the same premises as the student dormitory and school, travel is a few minutes on foot, etc. Despite all that distance, some students seem to have made carriages available in the past, and now the use of carriages within the school by students is prohibited with some exceptions?

It would also mean that the appearance should be moderate.

Thanks to this, we arrived early at the school.

This is the first time I have ever been to school from a dorm.

After walking through the main entrance, if you only walk around the grounds slightly, you will pass the garden to the roofed outer hallway. Walking further with the classroom is connected through the inner hallway for a while. Even in the exposed outer hallway, the care seems to be adequate and shiny.

As a whole, a castle rather than a school. Castle with all your might. Stereotype appearing in the media of that hand. I think it's pretty close compared to the hallway of the Palazzo Versailles or the sight you're looking at right now. Matsushimatsu pattern on the floor and so on.

Naturally, as we approach the classroom, the number of students touching our eyes also increases. As we walked through the outer hallway and completely into the interior of the building, the population density swelled up in one piece. In response, Estelle's surroundings also increase naturally.

It's like I even rolled a magnet in the sand.

Because she was popular at school.

He had also taken a large number of surroundings when he had previously viewed, and by the outspoken, he was the daughter of a great nobleman. But now I feel something more than that. Probably because of the dragon exorcism that was passed on as rumors.

The student's reaction to seeing her figure can be divided into two main parts.

One, as long as you keep an eye on the distant windings to see even the scary ones.

The other takes the initiative and tries to have a conversation opportunity.

Proportionally, the former is 80%, the latter is 20%, etc. With this small population, it would have been easier for me to walk next door, but there are students everywhere in the school. I am overwhelmed not least because of it. A flock of eagles will join the students against us, who will never stop walking in the hallway.

"Dear Fitzclarence! I heard rumors about the dragon exorcism!" "I asked too. You cured Her Royal Highness's disease! The boulder is Master Fitzclarence. I'm impressed with that story as an ear!" "Me, too!

The majority are female students.

Especially all the kids who seem to be in high stature, they come together cackling. You'll shy away from this, boy students seem to keep some distance and peek at the opportunity to talk. A herd of women in every world seems hard to handle for a man.

Well, thanks to you, it looks like a pseudo-harem, and I'm so happy to walk next door, Ozisan.

You smell like a girl, and you're gonna want to sooo much already, sooo much.

"Um, by the way, Master FitzClarence. You..."

One of the students pointed out my presence.

"Huh? Ah..."

Estelle's consciousness shifted from her surroundings to mine.

The surrounding faces also turn their gaze here.

"Is it the new teacher?" "This is your first face. Did you get the recommendation of Master Fitzclarence?" "Which will be the major?" "If you don't mind, I'd like to take the same lecture as Lady FitzClarence."

Looking at the soy sauce face, which was older than one turn, it was about certified as a lecturer in a rapid fashion.

Well, naturally, it's a natural reaction.

Even I think I would be a faculty member if I walked past the 30th Road down the college hallway.

"This is my fiancé, Mr. Tanaka."

"Huh..."

I have a feeling that the blonde Lolita had an epic accident involving my social life.

Hey, hey, it's not like when you were Allen.

How could you spit that in front of the public, you bitch?

He's still a bad bitch. He's an evil bitch.

"Phi, Fitzclarence, your fiancé...?" "Huh? Um, but..." "Me, I seem to be having a strange ear condition..." "What is that story?" "Ho, do you look like someone from another country?" "Dear Fitzclarence, I have never told such a story before..."

Students who lose where they go along the way.

However, Evil Bitch continues to speak up regardless.

"You must be very nice, right? It's my dream to have this child."

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Everyone lost their way to this.

Seriously, you just stare at my face with the look on your face.

I know. Don't look at me.

"Dear Fitzclarence, if you don't keep your jokes to yourself, your alumni will be surprised, won't they? I have other business to attend to, so please excuse me one foot away."

I'm not in a panicky situation yet.

I turned around in the back, but this place gets through with momentum.

"Oh, hey, hey! I'm never kidding..."

"Bye."

Moved to crack the hedge gathered around the blonde lolita and left the scene of the accident.

The person is absurd in his voice, but he doesn't know that. I don't know. In case it reaches his father's ear, asylum to the neighbouring country is imperative. The corner, Sophia. Sadly, you got the right to live under one roof properly, which is anything and everything.

I'll definitely try to protect you in this life.

…………

He made a firm decision and fled on early walks.

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In the end, I didn't make it to the lecture I had planned that day.

It's a hassle in case you run into a blonde lolita in the classroom. For the moment, it would be a good idea to keep your distance and wait for most of them to cool down. He's a tundra, and he has a reputation for the intensity of his change of heart. Think it'll go back to normal in a couple of days.

Just don't say that's a couple of days, the sooner the better.

"... well, is that right? Estelle came to you."

"Yeah, I'd appreciate it if we could make up soon..."

That's why I came under the handsome.

Asking a young girl the way by example. Like a pervert. Following that precise instruction, I came to the Knights' Stuff about how to do it. Using FitzClarence's name, he led me under Allen, and it was up to me to get where I was waving my sword at the training ground and at the yard.

But this handsome guy, don't even smell good to sweat.

How much?

I'm doing everything I can to make you feel better.

"I find it tempting to ask these things, but if again..."

"Chi, no! Not this time. Yikes!?

"Really? So, for what the hell reason, Mr. Estelle?

"Well, this time, things are different..."

Always, Omae, cheating, fighting and making up so often. How much are you putting up with Estelle? I don't think she's starting to feel a little sorry for the boulder.

"Don't you have any idea?

"... Yes"

Allen, who talks, is not well.

Compared to one incident on a airship, it seems even more depressing.

"Didn't you do something to disturb her?

"Only in those days, I don't think I could afford that either."

"As it is, well, that may be true..."

Starting from the untimely arrival of the airship and going back to the capital city of Venice, everyone was desperate to survive. I liked people. I didn't seem to be able to afford to talk to each other about how I hated them.

It's just, or if you're Zophy, it's no surprise you're doing something. If she's a belly-black bitch, she'd be before breakfast, like attacking a sleeping handsome guy.

"Is there anything in your mind about your relationship with the other girlfriend?

"Oh, there isn't! I haven't been with her since then."

"Really..."

I didn't, I feel my heart's endurance has been gritted in the part of

Forget about it.

Any more answers will break naïve virgin minds.

"If so, I'll check the situation somewhat from mine. I'll let you know if I know why. May I look like that?

"... excuse me. Thank you for your concern."

"No, we're each other in trouble. Besides, this time I'm no other HR. She's a grand nobleman's maid. This is the identity of the students attending the same school, and you don't need to be too close to them."

"I'm sorry it's been a very selfish thing to say, but that's very helpful. I'm so sorry that you took the trouble to get to me."

"If so, this will excuse you for today"

"I'll be sure to hear from you next time."

"You can always ask. This is room 302 in the dorm. Bye."

"Yes, then"

I followed the knight's practice field so that he could escape.