Atelier Tanaka

Cut Estelle the next day.

Reporting by JC and soy sauce face was carried out as originally planned in the guest room, which was filled in the middle of the school city. The muscle path from the approximate subject to the conclusion stood, so the work of fleshing out later awaits.

"You've structured the report."

"Are you sure you want to bury all this?

"Yeah, naturally. Let's go collect the ingredients for it."

"Oh, it's impossible..."

I also got the advice of Dr. Editor along the way, so I'm sure it will work.

"You could be a little more modest."

"It's also important that the composition of this hand make an impact with the number of citations. If you have a large number, you can read it quite a bit, and it also creates value as a review. Some faculty will appreciate their efforts."

"So I can never do a report like this book..."

JC, who made me feel nervous for once, but after one night, my motivation seems to recede with twitching. I guess Nite Fallen emanating from the fall of her parents is wasting her spirit more than this one could have imagined.

I'd also like to see her fall into the fallen like this and get the whore attribute.

Let's just prioritize our battle with Estelle now.

"If that's the case, why don't you actually make a potion?

I came here unexpectedly to make a suggestion from Dr. Editor.

Like yesterday, I wondered when I had come to the soy sauce-faced room, and I was calm on the couch, sipping tea, etc. By the way, on the bed, I can also see Gogol rolling around. As always, I can't peek at my pants.

We're both given separate rooms, but we're seen here a lot during the day.

"I see, that might be good"

"Huh? Why would you bother doing that? It's hard."

"Do you have any experience in potion making?

"There can't be, can there?

"For once, it won't hurt to go through it."

"I don't like it. I don't want a plain future as an alchemist. I'm only doing this because this report is a challenge. It's like making potions or something that's scarce in magic to eat? I'm so sorry for that."

You're doing everything you can to get Dr. Editor here to Diss.

"Hmm? That's a lot of prejudice again..."

Look, I'm mad.

Blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher has a hot cock pump round.

"Naturally, right? Alchemy is less popular now."

"Then what do you want to be?

"I've decided that. I will be an extinct wizard in the future. I want to be like this, with a series of great magic that rocks the earth, and that's what even dragons can defeat in one blow, that works on dark continents."

"Hmm? Big magic...... huh?

"Hey, what the heck!?

Dr. Editor laughs at JC's claims with his nose.

It's adorable that you're too old to grow up.

"There are some magic that can shake the earth, even if it is indeed exercisable to man. But do you have the qualities to do this in a row? There's nothing more unusual on the battlefield than the great magic of relying on magic aids."

"Well, you just have to stretch your qualities with effort!

"Effort?"

"That's right, if you work hard enough, you'll always be able to use it one day!

"Does he even reluctant to make one potion of it say?

"Gu......"

A bully who gets poked where it hurts and looks terribly regrettable. A brunette twin tail dripping down her back is shaking in pull and anger. Angry expressions are also adorable this again. An honest reaction that makes you feel age-appropriate sounds comfortable in Sense's chest.

On the other hand, the best adult editor teacher sparkles.

It's a clear face to argue with the younger girl.

If I let it go, it's going to be a fight, so let's just say we go into arbitration here. I don't think it's going to be a combination, but I can't let the atmosphere in the room get any worse. You all want to make a potion.

"Is that popular in school cities?

"Come on, it's settled, right? But even in the Penny Empire, I've heard rumors before that the daughter of a nobleman, Cyan of the Bitch family, became vice president of the Magic Knights in her mid-teens."

"You know very well"

A princess bitch is surprisingly a celebrity.

"Oh, and if it was the Penny Empire, I knew it was Lord Farren who couldn't take it off! I admire that guy's. That man is the wizard I admire himself!

"I see."

The look on JC's face was vibrant.

However, I think that Osama's awesomeness is not so much about wizards as the breadth of the hemline for knowledge and technology related to magic and the lightness of the footwork that operates it in real society. From the soundproofing of the living room to the airship, the DIY spirit that you create with your own hands is surely no match for anyone.

Just, well, shut up because you don't have to destroy a girl's dreams.

"So there's nothing you can do about alchemy that's not popular, even if you work hard. Yeah, so it doesn't make sense to try! If you think about it, you see, my claims are more sensible and superior!

However, you can't try to be lazy on something.

Only this will require correction.

"Alchemy may indeed be plain"

"Right!?

"But there's plain fun in plain sight."

"Absolutely boring!

"If that's what you're saying, I'd still like you to check with your own hands."

"Huh..."

Returning the story to its original route, with or without it, JC's face was distorted reluctantly.

Here's a suggestion from Dr. Editor. This is already a matter of decision.

In addition, the process of actually moving your hand to conduct the experiment would be a corresponding rating point in producing the report. This bully and I may be dating only this time. It's just that it's on the edge of something that we met this way. I'd like to show you a little ahead of time so you can head in the right direction.

"So today's appointment is to make potions. Is that good?

"Absolutely boring. Absolutely boring..."

Bullying child with repeated bumps and dissatisfaction.

What a dissatisfaction.

But I'll never give you the veto.

◇ ◆ ◇

Nieto left the center of the school city with his daughter.

Dr. Editor and Gogol are with us.

If you're in the capital of the Penny Empire, the Callis neighborhood is still the only landmark for strangers. The other day, I was even lost in the building. In view of those achievements, it is no exaggeration to call them imperative.

By the way, speaking of directions, nature and evocation are the young ladies of guidance. However, she resides in the capital city of Calis. I haven't seen you here lately, but how are you? The convenience of staying away from the capital for a long time, with a lot of misgivings and two.

"This way."

I hear more from you than the leading editor.

In the form of being guided by this, we walk through the city of the school city.

"Hey, hey, how far are you gonna walk? Yikes!?

Dozens of minutes have already passed since I left my living room.

From the mouth of JC, all the weaker sounds leaked earlier, and Gucci and Gucci. As is the case with bullies in the world, inertia and lack of exercise are to be avoided. Haha and breathing rough and shoulders up and down.

I know exactly how that feels.

Shortly after visiting me, I struggled with shortness of breath coming from lack of exercise. It was pretty rough when I went into the woods to pick up the herbs. Now was the time to get used to it while we were going and coming to the capital, Calis, but it was tough until we got used to it.

"I'll be there in a minute. Almost there."

On the other hand, even with the same inertia, the editor teacher is surprisingly healthy.

Is this the physical ability of a high elf?

You have a glimpse of the possibility of facial riding from a high-endurance lolita.

"There was. That's the store."

At the point indicated by Hokuhoku's facial teacher, there is an old sign erected at the end of the house, a grocery store and a store can be confirmed. The building, which seems to be in season for a long time, has two floors of total stone construction. I saw it and it was about thirty square meters smaller.

This is a very cute house that seems to live in Yobo Yobo's grandma or something.

"What about this one?

"This is the best place to be in a shop around here."

"I see."

Looks like it's definitely in the store.

Maybe they sell potion ingredients or something.

"We're gonna get all the way here."

"Okay."

Teacher Editor is heading to the store with us.

JC, on the other hand, is particularly dissatisfied with his face.

"What the hell is going on here, it's so lame..."

It just doesn't seem like he's willing to get away with it now, and he goes on and on and on. Looking at the two of them like that, I came back to the store myself. Karan Cologne, you welcomed us when the sound of a dry bell rang in response to the door opening and closing.

Gogol disappeared from next door in the middle of something like that, where the laying was all over. If you look back, you can see her standing at the end of the house and looking at this one. With the same eyes, he stares at us as before.

"Mr. Rocco Rocco?

Did you even read the signs of something not good?

I just read it in depth and know the sincerity where it goes on.

"I'll wait outside because it's narrow"

"Okay. Thank you."

The store is the right size for the Tsubasa. Where four people fit in, I feel less cramped. Imagine the kind of grocery store that has a store in a miscellaneous building around Akihabara, Dompisha. So I guess, Gogol, who distracted the teacher, is going to wait outdoors.

Yeah, kid.

I'll be right back.

"Okay."

Say goodbye to the brown lolita, consciousness goes into the store.

◇ ◆ ◇

There is an appearance of a clerk over the counter in the store with a dodgy landscape at Dr. Editor's house. I felt like I was in my mid-twenties and I thought I was a woman. However, in view of its pins and pointy ears, the real age is Mr. Elf, who can be seen as a three-digit margin.

Wearing a loose robe prevents the body from looking at the lines. Still clearly discernible chest swelling is very appealing. The face is also a laid-back sisterhood, which goes perfectly with the rich flesh.

Impressive flax-colored offering tied to the side and draped from the side of the neck to the chest.

The teacher answered her like she was terribly surprised.

"Roseon, you think the grass is sold out?

"Yeah, I'm sorry, but I don't have any more."

"That's not a rare thing to sell out, is it?

"Professor Bachgay bought it for a study of bubble magic."

"... right"

Who is it, Professor Bachguy?

Some of them were annoying.

"Looks like they're going around, so I'm sure it's something similar in every store? If you have yourself in your arm, it's faster to pick it up yourself than waiting for your next arrival."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry"

"No, I can't help it if that's the case"

I guess I have some face-to-face knowledge with the clerk's girlfriend from the point that the communal editor teacher exchanges words in a petty way. I can also see from the fact that I took the initiative to this store. Of the same tribe of elves, or is it a pattern like that?

"Trouble, but we'll try to pick it up ourselves."

"Be careful. That said, I don't think you'd have a problem with it."

"No, I am now..."

Dr. Lorim Chimchi, a blonde who flaunts her face in response to the words of Otri's sister.

The expression is reminiscent of the view immediately after visiting the school city.

"What's going on?

"Hey, whatever. No! Never mind."

"Really? If you calm down, I'd be glad to drop by the store again."

"Right, well, if you ever feel like it"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting."

I've spoken a lot, and the clerk's consciousness goes this way.

To line up behind the teacher, the soy sauce face and the bully has a chilling gaze.

"By the way, is that your party right now?

"Oh, oh, well, that's the place"

"Hmm? Are you doing something funny again? That bothers me."

I don't know.

"Oh, I'm not taking you. I haven't seen you in a long time."

While talking to the teacher, your sister's eyes are more directed at chills, chills, and this way. Her expression, which seems to be mixed with a lot of doubt, is definitely conscious of the presence of a soy sauce face. Again, Mongoloid stands out.

I haven't even been introduced to you by the teacher, so it seems like it would be a good idea to be grown up here.

"Well, then, excuse me."

"Oh, you're leaving already?

"If you don't have what you want, you won't have a choice where you stayed long"

"I'm here because of you, so I just need to slow down a little bit"

"Now I have something else to do."

"Too bad"

"Bye."

In doing so, the two exchanges were concluded and the store was to be followed early. Over the counter, one meeting with Busty Elf's sister. It followed the editor teacher who walked ahead.

◇ ◆ ◇

Well, we missed getting the materials we wanted. We often left the school city and came to the corner of the forest, which is situated on the outskirts. Following the advice given to me by my sister at the store, I have one place left to collect Roseon grass and dots.

Is it about a dozen kilometers from the city at a distance?

In order to reduce travel time, it is flying magically alone on the road.

"Hey, that's pretty good! It's been a good year, you little shithead!

Apparently, he was quite confident in flying magic. I was flying ahead of us with a lot of momentum. Still, by the time you arrive, haha and your breath is rough, so that must be what flight magic in the public is all about.

At this moment on the other hand, everyone but her has a cool face. Thanks to this, JC's gaze at us seems somewhat different in color. I expect you to have reviewed it somewhat. Just, well, most of them must be frustrating.

"This way. Rocion grass is deep in the woods and tends to favor shade"

"I see."

In the middle of the woods, Dr. Editor walks for accumulation.

Remember, I don't know when I'll need it again.

I'll learn how to work with my teacher.

"Well, normally, it's something you can buy at the store. There's no point in remembering."

On the other hand, can't you manage the sight from above JC?

It's totally the root of Nettle's character.

I want to walk on the public road wearing sailor clothes made of cheap fabrics for explicit adult applications.

"Isn't it just useful right now"

"Well, maybe that's true, but for such a rare case, it's nonsense to remember! Longevity people like elves are still fine. But we humans have a short life span. We need to be efficient in remembering things."

"Well, I do have a point in that claim..."

"Look, you're right about me!

It's been debated.

Damn, I'm sorry about that.

I want to grab my proudly rocking brunette twin tail in both hands to illuminate it.

"In Osama's case in the first place, shouldn't a good old adult design his life a little more properly, like a school student? Even if I could still afford it now, I don't know how long my parents' money will stay."

And something's so overlooked.

You're totally a grain crusher in this kid.

"You just have to learn the knowledge you want to remember. In some cases, there are other ways to make it up to you."

Whoa, good dialogue just flew in from the teacher.

It's the coolest.

"... Hmm, alchemist seems like a bottom line job habit"

"But experience alone has to be my thing. Don't get me wrong, all right?

"You're not even a teacher, are you preaching?

…………

It just didn't seem to get to my Neat daughter's heart.

Too bad.

Something like that, the party atmosphere stays unstable all the time, and still we walk through the woods. The only thing that is fortunate is that Gogol is with us on this expedition, so we don't have to be so vigilant about our surroundings.

Enlightenment is good, bat is good, and he is a more competent brown lolita than initially imagined.

By the way, considering the reading minds of such a Gogol tribe, our formation is, by the way, a form preceded by ourselves and Rocco. Behind it, Dr. Editor and JC continue, separated by such a distance that the spear cannot be reached.

That's when we walked for a while.

"... there is something"

Gogol opened his mouth, stopping inadvertently.

I wonder what it is.

Nature and other faces stop walking again and pay attention ahead of her stare. It is surrounded by trees, and it is only a few inclined scales. There is nothing particularly dizzying about this. I wonder what Gogol sees.

Something's on the other side.

"The other side, is it?

"The will is weak. My thoughts are terribly unstable."

Well, apparently I read someone's mind.

However, the reaction is somewhat different than usual.

"Maybe they're not people?

"Often inferior creatures"

"I see."

I don't know, but there's a creature.

I guess he's a less intelligent creature to the extent that it doesn't involve enough mind to read. Could it be a hibernating bear or something like that? Likely. Because whatever she stares at is on the other side of the ground.

For example, it would be best to ignore it here. The wildlife in this world is often vicious, so I don't bother to beat it and wake it up. In case you dig a high level monster or something, you can't even see it.

What a thought, JC barked right beside me.

"Blastwind!

"Become..."

There was no time to stop.

Shock waves wind up and blow around Gogol's point.

It was the door that revealed itself better than under the dirt sand at the point where the skin blew up. It is provided at an angle of about thirty degrees relative to the earth. You'll be under magic, the surface is just a little dented. It was definitely set in the hands of something similar to a person. It was one of those heavy metal pieces.

"This is another great discovery..."

"Signs disappeared"

Apparently, Gogol read some sign on the other side of the door set for this basement. However, it also disappeared because of the magic unleashed by JC on this way. There is no doubt that space is spread across the other side with one pinch.

I see, you're going to smell like adventure.

"... ruins, is it?

It is reminiscent of the demonic establishment found in nature and the dark continent. Look at the door just a few meters deep to hide in between the collapsed mountain skin, in the corner of the forest. I would never have noticed if they hadn't pointed it out.

"You think it's a ruin in a place like this?

Under us, the approaching editor teacher asks.

"Didn't you know?

"At least I don't know."

"I see."

When the school city freak teacher doesn't know, well, what's up?

It's not surprising that one or two of the mad-taste professors, who secretly went to the suburbs with dangerous facilities that are difficult to set up in the city, felt like it, existed. The line of a geographically unexplored dungeon seems thin, and it feels dangerous to step in poorly.

However, I didn't know about these thoughts, and it was JC who raised his voice.

"Hey, you're amazing at ruins and stuff!

He even raised his voice in an excited way.

Looks like the word relic was the keyword.

Dark-haired twin tails shake vigorously depending on the shaking of the head. The youthful hairs of the early teens are lustrous and smooth without making the tips jump. Thinking of the interracial situation with a high blonde rate, would you recognise the virtues of dark hair again?

I want to hit you.

"Really?

"You've made up your mind!? let's go in, not really!

"No, to the boulder. It's..."

What would you do if it had an alarm device or something?

The school city is a suburb where all the curious people like to live. It would definitely be the property of the person concerned. In retrospect, there were no species of plants growing from the dirt and sand that had been worn on top, and it was the system that was hidden in nineteen or eighty-nine years.

But the maiden of your age who wants to adventure is a full throttle.

"Come on, Osama, have you noticed how scared you are in a good year?

…………

They're stirring me up. I'm the best.

If they say so much, I can't help it.

I need to show you what a middle-aged bastard really is.

"Okay. Let's move on to the investigation."

"Right! I know, Sensei!

Yay, I'm glad to call you Sense.

Dark-haired twin-tailed kid called Sense and said he was happy.

You know exactly how to use a Busamen teacher.

It's great to feel like an active student.

"Oh, come on!

I'm sorry for the loud editor teacher, but I'm actually a little excited myself again. Because it's a relic. A dungeon.

Somehow I see ahead. But still, if you think of a beautiful girl adventure, you'll get excited about what matters to a boy.

◇ ◆ ◇

The potion's material collection also remained halfway, and we entered the ruins.

Check the party lineup here. Gogol is the one leading the way. Due to her ability to read minds and overwhelming physical abilities, most of the hassle would be prevented by her hands. Following this, Dr. Editor and the brunette twin-tailed kid at such a distance that the spear wouldn't arrive.

A few meters behind it are salt plums like soy sauce faces.

Perfect.

"Ruins are so dark..."

Bosoli, JC shrugged in a somewhat nervous manner.

As she pointed out, within a historic site where no other light source exists, it is dark if you walk dozens of meters. The small fireball that I floated and the Orthodox-like lighting magic floated by Gogol and Dr. Editor will be the lights that illuminate where I'm going.

Let me show you one thing here, a guy called Adult Style.

"Ruins and famous places are like this everywhere. I think it's still better if you can just walk normally without difficulty. In the case of ruins stretching underground, there are few cases of flooding."

Although I don't actually have any experience exploring the ruins.

It is the only managed property of the Mazo Demons viewed on the Dark Continent.

"Oh, really..."

Without knowing such adult filth, the innocent JC shows impression.

I have a feeling I earned points as an adventurer I can.

"In view of the location of the school city, eyes and nose, and the easy opening of the entrance and exit doors, there is no doubt that people's hands are in recent times. It would be more like a quarantine facility than a ruin. Better watch out for traps than monsters."

Ugh, the teacher gave me a lecture as well.

Right. Maybe there's a trap or something.

"A trap..."

"It's still good if it's like a pit or gas, but it would be troublesome if they planted a magical kind. Especially tragic is the kind of magic that seals the movement. Where the body is solidified, the trap of twitching and slowly attempting to crush it alive is very common"

"Become... what, so you're threatening me?

"Later, yes, there are also many traps alongside this that magically anchor the body to the pulley or gear, causing it to mop down to the wall from rotating motion. Traps are often meant to intimidate intruders, so there's always something sexually vicious."

"Huh..."

Teachers chase after JC who have become even more nervous.

Maybe they have the alchemy in their roots for the price.

"What's up? You got a strong face, huh?

"Beh, I'm not even nervous. Shh!

"Really? Then you should try to take the lead. Why don't you have a little adventure? Is the future the Great Wizard? Are you frightened of one or two traps, like dragon extermination on a dark continent?

"Well, well..."

Even the blue-white Nettle daughter's face turns particularly bright blue.

Perhaps pathetic for a boulder.

'Cause I was usually scared too. Grated human flesh.

"Well, I'll leave you to Mr. Rocco for today"

If she were from the Dark Continent, one or two of the traps would easily break and proceed. It's tough in case you injure a student at school. My current position is as ambassador from the Penny Empire. I can't be unscrupulous on boulders.

and so on. I just showed some caring mind.

"I mean, Osama, aren't you at the back or seco? See?"

"Huh?"

Neat, my daughter is headed this way, and I'll make her voice speak loud.

"I'm sorry to let a woman walk in front of me, but she's the only one behind me..."

"If they say so, well, there's no word to give it back."

I still feel like I have an ass for once.

Well, okay.

JC is cute.

How many times do you go through the ruins with ease while talking about appropriateness?

Unexpectedly, Gogol issued an alert.

"... Something's coming"

Bosoli, after a few moments of being squealed in a downer-based voice.

From the other side of the aisle, something came up with tremendous momentum.

If you go ten meters, it's a dark spot, so checking the details is no match. However, I could see a creature of a form of such magnitude, roughly unlikely to be friendly, running this way. Quadrupedal.

It's a war scene.

"Mr. Editor would like her, please"

"Oh, come on!

Float your body with flying magic and fly one from the rear to the front.

Line up beside Gogol.

At the same time, the opponent is also in contact with a group of us.

Illuminated by the brilliance of a fireball is what you deserve to call a monster. On the back of the body, which reminds me of a four-legged carnivore, there are feathers that remind me of birds. There is a snake-like creature stretching out of his ass instead of his tail, and this is stuck on his back for some reason.

It is an impracticable outfit that is far from being a true creature.

Furthermore, something like a built-in pops up from the abdomen, and the dripping tip is pulled to the ground, so it's like I've already painted a picture of full creation. Still, the fighting instinct is a big one, staring at this one in full shrug and rough breath.

"Huh..."

It was Gogol who took the first shot from such an opponent.

wide open mouth

Imminent alien fangs.

Two convex like a sabel tiger.

Her hands were grasping as she took all these steps forward.

"Mr. Rocco, Rocco!

Awesome. Lolita to fight. Looks good.

Even though there are several times as many openings due to physical differences, it doesn't look frightened at all.

I'm catching it with no expression.

"... it's okay"

"Oh, really?

"Yeah."

Shit, I fell in love. Powerful Cool Kid is so cute.

I'm eagling at the heart of a man who wants to be protected.

They totally grabbed me. Grrr.

I want to be forced to hold you with strength.

"... I just changed the way I said it"

"No, um... as it is, well, yes..."

Thanks for the chilling scratch.

Apparently there's no doubt that we can afford it.

and so on and what I was in the middle of falling back in love with Rocco.

"Awesome!?

Some more signs emerged than the appearance of the monster.

Will the delivered voice sound familiar to my ear somewhere?

The next moment, I thought, I flew myself out of the darkness into flight magic, and it was, oh, Pea. Pea's flying away. I always look like a robe. The hem appeared to be dramatically overwhelmed.

"Please keep looking!

In response to the barking, Pea's arms stretched out in the front sparkle.

Magic formation at the foot of the monster.

A pillar of light rose above our current circular shape, which made us stronger.

Feel zung from the ground to the ceiling to envelop the subject.

Familiar with the darkness, we become feathers that narrow nature and eyes from the dazzling brilliance given abruptly. In the midst of a somewhat narrowed vision, the monster swallowed by the pillar of light, to say the least, raises the garth, the screaming direction, and breaks the flesh.

The feathers lifted, the tail fell, and the guts drooled.

The effect looks outstanding.

I irradiated it for about a few seconds, and its appearance lost its original form. Drunk people throw up like vomit, or sludge accumulated in sewage. By the time the eyelid, which had fallen down to the glare, regained its original height, it had completely changed its figure.

Is it hard enough that Gogol still has the fangs to grab?

"Awesome!?

Undo the flying magic, Pea, and calm your feet on the ground.

Ask him about the situation like that.

"Mr. Peacock, what the hell is this..."

"Probably some kind of chimera."

"Chimera, is it?

"Again..."

The editor teacher gives a convincing look, as opposed to a soy sauce face that leans his neck in doubt. JC, on the other hand, is frightened by the fallen monster's remains. The only thing is that Gogol is the only one who hasn't changed from plain, watching a series of interactions with his usual jitsu eyes.

"Yeah, apparently, illegal research was being conducted at this facility. I was also called in to see this kind of experiment everywhere."

"Is there something else like this?"

"It is. It's very dangerous, please hurry back."

"That's dangerous, indeed. You better hurry."

"Yeah, you're right."

If it's just me and Gogol. Still, this time the editor teacher and JC are together. It's hard not to step in poorly and get hurt. We should be honest here.

"Oh yeah! I'm not sure. He said it's not a good idea to stay long in the ruins!

Fortunately, the child who was most committed wants to go home openly as well.

Our initial aim in the first place is not to explore the ruins, but to collect the materials of the potion. I didn't plan on stepping in that deeper than I did. To the extent that I have only explored for half a minute at most and thought that if I could motivate JC, etc.

Luckily for me, I decided to take my place off.

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[Sophia perspective]

Today, I am putting my finest in the maid business for the first time in a long time.

I went to my desk here and worked in paperwork. Conveniently, the main office was completely neglected. Daily care, such as cleaning, is fundamental, so dust and dirt are starting to accumulate everywhere, even as long as you are only away for a few days.

After the longitudinal roller went out a few days ago, there was no more chores about the other person, and the books were cleared up some time earlier. It's up to me to think about directing my free time there to my original business.

Moving a stiff body to a desk job is something that feels pretty good, even if the analogy reason is cleaning. Again, as far as I'm concerned, I think it's better for you to be moving around like that than standing still against your desk.

"Shall I clean Mr. Estelle's room next?"

It's been a long time since the city opened, so we've been busy circling your room like this. By the way, Mr. Elf's room, that was pretty dirty. It seemed to have been stuck all along, and the dishes were left here and there.

"Excuse me."

Even though we understand that there are no room owners already, we will let you in for once, by calling, etc. Over the door, indoors are naturally mushrooms. Estelle doesn't seem to have been in people's hands since you left, and you can see signs of life everywhere.

You think it's a gown released on the bed, or a towel hung on a chair?

Particularly noticed was a large amount of paper scattered over the desk and a trash can filled with crumbs of paper rounded with kushakushaku, which would have come from it. Speaking of which, before, Estelle had declared that she was going to write a book.

Well, apparently it was really written.

…………

Let me into your room, and I patterned the door behind me. Nature and walking toward is the desk. The paper on the tabletop was mostly white. Perhaps when it came to the manuscripts I had finished writing, they were brought back to the capital.

However, you seem to remain here with regard to what you missed to write.

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I'm just curious.

No, I'm very concerned.

"... garbage, there's garbage you can't get in the trash."

By the trash can, reach for rounded rolling paper.

Slowly stretching the wrinkles, as I imagined, there were traces of ink here. Gradually becoming more prominent is the line of beautifully written letters. Estelle, you're a very good writer.

Eventually, the paper will regain flatness by the time the text indicated there can be read.

My eyes move naturally, left and right, and I go after this.

[Volume II: Dragon Exorcism Chapter Finish All]

Back from a dragon exorcism that lasted a few days, I was resting in a room in my inn. Allen wanted to talk to me, too, and I was stuck in bed alone. It's all about organizing that and this in your own chest over the course of the day.

There are a number of reasons why I wanted to be an adventurer.

One thing annoyed me about my days in boring school. One thing I wanted to try was the magic I learned. One more thing I wanted to show my dad my own strength. There are so many other end-of-life reasons that they cannot be counted in both hands.

Such manifestations of dissatisfaction with their surroundings were adventurers who invited friends and acquaintances to begin. No, now to this moment, I can correctly understand that it was not an adventurer or something, but a vulgar adventurer.

Yes. It was a mess.

I leaked urine on my shorts using high oak as a front, because it was all a mess. So it was totally unexpected that it was a dragon exorcism. That's what heroic Tan does like a brave man to look at. Even in the Penny Empire, those who honor the Dragon Slayer are enough to count in one hand.

The fact that one of its pillars is responsible for itself is now unconvincing. I'm not saying I was just watching. I did everything I could to tap into the magic I learned from Cyan. With unprecedented prosperity, it was just a blow that could push my heartbeat.

However, the impact on the dragon is nevertheless terminal.

The damage done by Sir Farren was significant.

He would have dragon slayer.

But even that world of sumptuousness was in my present day.

After the fall of the Red Dragon, which was the purpose, the Enchanted Dragon, who appeared, was, to say the least, a creature beyond his intelligence. Too mighty, I thought this was dead. If we were all going to die anyway, I regretted that I should have given Allen not only behind but before. As far as its presence is concerned, my fear of my dad is also dazzling. It was so overwhelming.

Everyone and he were losing their words.

In the midst of those consternation, he was the only one who took a step.

After that, it was somehow the beginning of a reward I had never seen.

I just remembered, my groin hurts.

I looked good.

I look back, one by one, at nature's contact with him.

I got a little wet when I was helped on the airship.

Everyone was desperate, and he was the only one who jumped out and held me to this self. The middle-aged and fat flesh, largely muscular, was terribly impressive. Inside that arm was warmer than I thought.

In the Battle of Dragons, he was slightly wet as he flew around the sky, taking on a

The magic of flight is pinned. It is said that anyone can do it if they just float, while flying around without rest like a bird is impossible at all. That's what I did. Honestly, it was amazing. Admired.

Pretty wet in the face of the enchanted dragon.

The opponent was bigger than the airship we used to head to Mount Pepe. The way he took a step against such a giant monster without any fright is still new to his memory. So my heart broke when I was taken hostage and left to do so.

I'm just sorry.

But he didn't lose.

I was overwhelmed by what happened. He never fell, never laid a hand on his enemies, and let them stand. That's for me and others who have been reluctant to even smile a shard before, without even saying a word of grudge.

Thanks to this I became a gucho gucho.

It's still a guccio.

Just think of him, the juice won't stop overflowing.

I looked good.

I looked really good.

There's nothing you can do about it anymore.

Alone in my own room, it's expensive to remember what's happened in the last few days. Nature and consciousness remind me of what is important to him. Burn to memory and never leave. I've been dreaming about it every night since I got back to the capital, Calis. Nature and saliva overflow in my mouth.

Not dressed, but good looking.

I can't help but ask for it.

It's a huge emotion that's fundamentally different from what I was feeling for Allen.

If he poked inside me, how comfortable would it be?

Just thinking so was going to drive me crazy.

I am used to being loved. Being loved was normal. Even in his eyes, he was always on the side of what he was asked for because he was the daughter of a great nobleman.

So I thought.

That's the kind of man I should ask for. From now on, I strongly understood that I was going to turn to the seeking side. I wished from the bottom of my heart that I would conceive his child.

Oh, it feels good.

I'm in the middle of writing, and yet.

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

A loud voice came out.

It might have sounded like Cyan in the next room.

But the more I thought that didn't matter, the better I felt.

I want to get married. I want to get pregnant. I want that guy's kid.

I think I'm going crazy wanting it...

The letters were plundered along the way and the text was finished without ending. Perhaps it was cushioned at that time. On paper, Estelle's love was overflowing with love too passionate.

Unexpectedly, I, too, felt like crap.

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Is that not enough, however, there was a statement at the end of the paper saying "Bots" and a statement saying "Not enough love for him" to compensate for this? Third-party, I think it's overwhelming enough, but apparently you didn't speak enough.

"... Mr. Tanaka, Estelle is amazing."

My husband is a real sinner, isn't he?

I can't believe I let your grand aristocratic daughter go in here and kill herself.

He's a really bad guy.

Estelle, you're pathetic.

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I picked up several other rounded and rolling manuscripts one by one, and while I was sorry, I checked and went. All of this was occupied by the monologue of love, directed by Estelle to Tanaka.

They are all shown to be bots, but nevertheless, it was too much of a sentence to understand inside her breasts. If Tanaka had seen it in one of these, maybe the future of the present would have changed.

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I'm terribly afraid I'll keep this note, Estelle.

By the way, is the hole in the back really something that feels good?