Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

It's a room in the mansion.

The imperative clarification was also vain, and what was given was a job as a maid of honor working in the same place. My husband ordered me to clean this room by the time I got back, in a harsh tone, from a magnificent woman named Maid Chief. Yes, she is. I met her on the street.

If there was one thing you were fortunate enough to do, would you have been blessed with the opportunity to wipe your body? The clothes are also new, replacing the maid clothes we received at the school dormitory in the capital, Calis, and dressed for a mansion designated maid clothing that could be anywhere. My body was refreshed.

…………

However, still, the key contents are at dawn all night.

There is no way that cleaning or anything like that can happen. I'm exhausted. In the first place, whose mansion is this? If you do it and look at the luxurious living room, you'll be breathtaking by accident. School dormitories and airship rooms were luxurious too, but this one is more than that.

Instead, I was checking the room, and, uh, the painting caught my eye.

Colored by a seemingly high frame, this is a single painting on the wall. Is it like a portrait? There are only four people who may be with anyone, lined up beside each other. Where is the background? Looks like a castle, but I have no idea.

Everyone smiles and laughs. Looks like we're very close. You have one man and three women. Is it a guy called Harlem? But even if I try this, women get along too well, like men keep a little distance.

"... that?

What a place to look, I felt so intimate.

Of all the people lined up in the painting, I remember somewhere for one of you. Of the three women who are there, they are women in robes who are only a short distance from the two of them. Because I wear a hood, my face doesn't feel clear, but I remember it somewhat in my eyes and mouth.

"It's like I saw it somewhere..."

I just can't remember where I saw it.

I feel like I was very close.

"Well, that can happen, right?"

You're a guy who sounds just like you, as the saying goes.

It's a painting decorated in such a splendid room, so it can't be like being painted there is someone I know. I just wondered somewhat, but would the head of all night give up thinking early?

Rather, it's such a bodily made-up, so bed is where consciousness turns first.

It's a bed.

…………

This room has a luxuriously covered bed.

It must be because I'm sleepy, it shows very attractively.

The tension of the beautifully laid sheet will stimulate your sleeping appetite.

"... ah"

No, I can't.

I can't resist my desires.

The walk shifted naturally and we headed underneath it.

"... ah"

Or the feeling I was given before I fell was bliss.

My whole body screams at the even more sensation of the beautifully washed sheets and the soft rebellion of the bed waiting ahead. I urge you to let me sleep like this any longer, and I urge you to do so. No way, you can't go against this desire.

But if the room owner finds you, it's tough.

This is the most luxurious room, so you deserve who you live in.

In case they find you, you won't be spared the neck gates.

"But, Kimo, it's Kimo..."

I want to sleep.

I wiped my body clean and changed my clothes as well, and my body craves sleep. Even at the next moment if I lost my mind, I had the comfort of losing consciousness. I've been living a regular life here lately, and I'm especially looking for it.

In the middle of all that, it was the footsteps that accidentally reached my ears.

Outside the room, there's the sound of someone walking through the door.

"Huh!?

Alas, the maid who awakens consciousness panics.

That's already panicking.

As a result of his haste, he was running into the costume rack set up in the same room if he noticed.

There was nothing to hide from, but the guilt of lying in the bed of someone else was moving naturally that way. Batan, I just closed the door in a big hurry, will I regret what I'm doing?

You should have honestly complained that you were in the middle of cleaning.

But that doesn't happen either already.

As I fled to the costume rack, the entrance and exit of your room were opened.

Apparently, the master of the room has been returned.

If you show up at this time, you're a totally bad maid.

I'm definitely a hit neck gateway maid.

…………

Speaking of what you can do for yourself, as long as you lurk your breath and stand.

Quiet. Quiet.

Then, what sounded natural is exactly the voice of those who have now returned? A voice sounds reminiscent of a young woman. Around my age, I think I'm just like myself or a little young. Is it the owner of this room?

"Oh my god!? I can't believe it! I can't believe that elf is alive! Besides, what do you mean, with the guy I bothered to call in?!? Could you have come to kill me?

It's a much restless voice.

You can see the crossing of anger and haste emotions in your hands.

In this way, what punishment is to be imposed on the day of exposure, such as a maid hiding herself in a costume shelf? If you find out you made more wrinkles on the sheets of your bed, then yes, you can think of plenty of private sentences on the spot. You're not going to let me go home safely.

I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble with this.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!? How far does that man know!?

A hysterical voice breaks the maid's heart sickly.

This is in a hurry.

"This is not a snake! Why!? What!? She's always in my way! All the others are dead, but he's the only one, he's the only one who's survived forever! I just wanted a soldier!

Dosun and a low sound sounded.

Maybe on the bed or on the couch, but they calmed your body down. Inside the dim costume shelf, from the slightly louder sound, I imagine that. I also thought about looking outside through the gap in the door, but I couldn't confirm the person's appearance in the range of my vision.

…………

Soon after the sound, a quiet time passes.

What's wrong with it? Could it have fallen asleep? No, it shouldn't be that easy to sleep if you were that excited.

And so on and so on and so on, it sounded bossy to go on.

"... no, rather this is a chance"

I don't know, my voice suddenly changed color.

If this kind of corny and emotional changes, I hear it's dangerous.

The Lord of this room is definitely a dangerous man.

"Let's get the elf that's dying and hold that man in. The power to overwhelm Professor Journal cannot be ceded. The Penny Empire has no body. Oh, or should I just brainwash you? But if what I hear from the school city is true, it's a bad bet..."

I heard whining that wasn't calm.

They say it's a kill, a kill.

It's even better with brainwashing.

"Yes, they took my loved ones, and I deserve to take what's important! So I'm gonna show that elf something in his eyes and put it up. Until today, you've tormented me, that meaty woman! Never forgive me!

I don't know, but I feel terrible obsessed.

Honestly, I'm so scared to peep in your face.

"I'm still anxious. I can't stay or stand. It's going to work out. That and this, that elf is bad. How much do you care if I make you suffer about me? I definitely have to kill him. We have to make sure we kill him here."

…………

I can hear all the noisy words.

I feel like peeing asexually because of it.

"Oh, oh, I'm already going insane with anxiety! You need more, more power to protect me! Not all those elves! Lower bitches attacking!? Abominable! 'Cause you have no choice! It's all in the past!?

Or the owner of this room seems to be in danger for you.

Signs that you are sick of your heart are felt to be hissing.

If you are in more than a certain capacity, such as a luxury merchant or a high priest, headed by an aristocrat, you will always hear that someone is after your life and property. You're the guy called Faction Fighting.

When I think of it, I've been in a school dorm, and I've been in a crime scene where Estelle's life was targeted. I'm sure, oh, that's the everyday tea thing.

Some aristocrats have become suspicious ghosts because of attacks from within their bodies in the past, and have been unable to reach their meals and starved to death. Maybe people in this room are in a hurry from those backgrounds.

That's how it sounded, Concon, the knocking on the door.

Is it a visitor?

It's a chance, made-to-measure.

If you keep going outside the room, we're out of that gap.

"Excuse me."

Gachari, as the door opened, a new voice sounded.

She seems to be a slightly older woman.

"What is it? You don't remember calling the maid, do you?

Apparently it was the maid who visited the room.

When it comes to the Lord of the room to which he responds, it is a different and elegant tone from the previous solitaire. You have a pretty thick surface skin. As far as I see myself as a blatant substitute, I can no longer find out more and more.

I'm already so scared of something.

"The knights have contacted us that they have captured the heathen."

"Oh, really? Then we have to get to the dungeon as soon as possible."

"Best regards,"

"That's a whole lot of trouble. Those who do not understand the right way. How can we go the wrong way when we're still illuminating where we're going? I can never be more lamenting as a Virgin."

"Yes, by the way, new equipment has arrived…"

"Is that true? That's great! Let's give it a try."

"Yes, sir."

"I will purify the flesh that has been drowned in the cult through correct teaching."

"Best regards"

"Oh and tell the braves in my name..."

Gi, Batan. The closing noise of the door in the room sounded.

Slightly and somewhat with the sounds of fun, the two footsteps keep away. Apparently, the master of your room has also left, along with the maid who picked you up. Will you press the door on the costume shelf just a little bit to see what's going on indoors?

…………

It's all right.

I can't confirm who anyone is.

"... that's your chance"

Such a dangerous mansion, no way you can stay long.

Let's just get out of here.

◇ ◆ ◇

Tourism. It is tourism.

Still encouraged by the nuns introduced by the Virgin, the soy sauce face was carried to the township boasted by the Grand Holy Nation for sightseeing. Besides the same nun in the navigator, the editor teacher, and how long have you been doing vertical rolls and kimorongue?

Now he walks in front of the church chapel, in a sprawling outdoor area.

"Hmm? It has to be very elaborate."

"There are also several churches in the Penny Empire, but it's still only with the main mountain, and this one seems more confined to the building. It seems as if the size and finesse of the building are different. I never get tired of just watching."

One of the many churches in the Great Holy Nation is ahead of us.

Especially in buildings called fingerprints.

Reminiscent of the cathedral of Milan, it has an impressive Gothic-style construction that is heavy and pungent. There must be a barn or something in the basement, so much so that a woman in a witchy capacity would fantasize about herself being caged in a jerk.

It's also quite large, and if you include the garden or something in addition to the building, isn't the entire site area within the Tokyo Dome? It also corresponds to the appearance of the people who go out with them. Women dressed in the same way as the nuns who guide us can be seen everywhere.

"This is one of the best churches in the Holy Nation."

As you walk in the front of the building, the nun will give you an explanation along with a full grin and a tour guide. This is the best day of sightseeing, as it gives you the opportunity to bend over and appeal to your milk butt thighs.

Probably not wearing it.

"I see, is it one of the best in the Great Holy Nation? It's great indeed."

"Oh? I wonder if you can tell the good and bad things about the church when you leave the country?

"Because there were similar cultures in my birthplace."

"Hmm?

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. All this is similar, and it is sappy such as good or bad buildings. In that sense, I'm rather intrigued in the skirt of a nun.

"What's wrong?

"Still no? I just don't like it."

"...?

"Am I forgetting my position at this moment?

…………

A flame of sad lights in the eyes of a vertical roll. It stirs up my soy sauce face with a challenging look. Signs of tuning are with Hishihishi. Maybe a hunch of an outdoor play opening. She has a reputation for her tight eyes, so I can't stand being stared at. It freaks me out.

"Duh, what's going on?

With the sight of it, Dr. Editor starts panicking.

I suppose you suspect some kind of relationship between the soy sauce face and her. Had the teacher not been with me, I would not have been prepared to quit the public highway either. However, if the teacher is with you, yes, it's bad. I'm not Sophia, but I feel my armpits get wet.

"Even where it doesn't get to me?

"Hey..."

Stop at the spot and rub it on your fingertips, such as your jaw, in a meaningful way.

No, but wait, let's think calmly.

The teacher has no membrane.

The longitudinal roll is membrane accurate.

Which should be given priority is not obvious?

Yeah, you're right. This self does not stop rightly perceiving the damage, even if it is humble. Virgins and non-virgins, it is clear which one to choose. We've had more chances to act together these days, and maybe we will.

Vertical rolled ending is close.

If you insist on playing harder in front of the nuns, you may approach the Grand Holy Nation on the sadistic route in the future. Mass reverse rape from a membrane exact beautiful girl is the ideal of non-mothballs.

"... right. As you pointed out, it's often hard to find with your own mistakes"

"What?

"If I have a downfall, Zubari on this occasion, please point it out, Mr. Doris"

Keep your chest up and keep coming.

Then as soon as it starts to wolf, it's my beloved hymen.

"... hey, what? That attitude."

"Is that an attitude? I'm going to put it away and make no difference."

"Huh..."

Only at times like this, the person in your mind seems to butt in.

We should just order a public highway.

Your horse is selling for a lot of money now.

"Huh! Oh, my God!

…………

Surprisingly vulnerable to pushing is both a good and a bad part of the vertical roll.

I'm just rediscovering myself a little bit at the same time.

This critical feeling is good.

Something like that, I was in the middle of having fun and sightseeing.

"Hey, Mi, I want to find you!?

"Can't find it"

"Gururu, where the hell did she go?"

"... I'll expand the search a little bit"

"Damn, the elves followed even that ningen..."

Somewhere familiar people are beside the chapel, face-to-face. Between the two exchanges of words, only a few meters are distanced, and those who go on the road cast a strange gaze. However, they can't even see how they cared about this.

"Oh, hey, that's..."

Looks like Dr. Editor noticed, too.

"You're the mayor of our town and Mr. Rocco Rocco"

The latter would have sheltered the Gogol appearance, in a robe covering his entire body. I can't even see the color of my hair from the hood I wore deep in my eyes. The former, on the other hand, is no different from the plain. The black of the dark hair and the completely pigmented inverted eyeballs cannot be disputed.

How could they be in a place like this?

No, if I recall, the teacher was also at home in the capital city of Calis.

Could it be that the teacher's fall is the work of Lorigon?

Either way, I can't leave you two alone. Put a no on the editor teacher and the vertical roll, that and the guide nun, and walk under them. We're just aiming for a midpoint where the two of us are facing each other.

Naturally, I just got this look in my sight, and there was a reaction from both of us.

"Huh!?

"Ah..."

Duh, the Lorigon that sits up.

Gogol opening his mouth blurry on the other hand.

Target two.

"It's an odd encounter to meet in a place like this. What's the matter, sir?

"Become, Gu... This is, uh..."

Lolligon cutie starting to rush early.

I'm sure it can be backwards.

I don't remember taking it up and forcing you to work in Dragon City, and I'm not going to accuse you because you're away. It seems impossible to do this because she is originally going free on the ground.

However, looking at each other instantly, I am intrigued by the finally misguided gaze.

Isn't this a hard, rare thing to do because she's always turned a challenging gaze when she remembers? That's also here, I rebelled my promise in Dragon City, and I just think it's something that even one of my complaints flies through.

"Maybe with me breaking my promise, to tell you a complaint?

"Gu......"

I don't get the guidelines for what follows, Lorigon.

Something different from the usual transverse dragon.

Gogol told me instead.

"Elves and maids missing"

"Huh?"

Thank you for your terminally but very important information.

Like a lot of news.

"But the former seemed to be with you"

Squeeze and Gogol's gaze goes behind his soy sauce face.

There you will probably find Mr. Elf now, where she has spoken. With this exchange as your ear, will Lorigon also confirm what Dr. Editor looks like again? At the next moment, a deafening roar rose.

"Ki, you! What are you doing there?

Asked teacher, Vikri, tremble, give me an afterthought and a reply.

"No, no matter what they say, with the man, or, sightseeing..."

"Sightseeing!? We were looking for you! I was looking for you... '

I kind of saw it, why the Lorrigon is a must.

At the same time the editor teacher came down from the sky at the back.

In the meantime, shall we change places? This is where the boulders draw my attention. I ask a nun who is trying to grate me, wondering if I'm not sitting right next to her.

"Excuse me, is there somewhere around here where we can talk calmly?

"Huh? Ah, yes! Let me show you!

A nun nodding with the same smile.

Even this exposed upper milk is the prettiest.

When you think it's virgin milk, you're 30% more impressed.

◇ ◆ ◇

I was led to a restaurant where nobles and high priests would use it.

The creation of a private room premise is in good condition to talk about its appropriateness. I appreciate the amount of space I have left to set up a goggle distance, too, in terms of size. I handed the clerk a chip and just ordered a drink lightly, and, heck, we were hauling around the table.

One side of the vertical table has a soy sauce face and a vertical roll, Dr. Editor. On the other hand, there's a lorigon by itself. Gogol sits physically in the corner of the room by example. I apologize to the nun, but she took her seat off.

"I see Mr. Sophia has been since last night..."

"Hey, what the heck!? I'm complaining! Ahhh!?

Barking Lorigon, be vigilant with all your might.

Faces that appeared to be attached to everything after the soy sauce face and vertical roll. He dropped the editor teacher on the road and even broke up with Sophia properly in the Great Holy Land. The boulder is a lorigon. Your zero percent achievement rate is not Dada.

The teacher seems to be able to fly through the sky, but he couldn't afford it because everything was hit by the flying barriers that the Lorigon unfolds when he flies through the sky. You think it was exquisite to hang the brakes during the fall?

…………

I can't blame the boulders for the Lorigon all this time.

I guess I've accumulated a lot of discontent and dissatisfaction.

He made a promise to look around the tower. I didn't think it was going to matter this far. He seemed to value his promise to the soy sauce face more than I imagined. While you feel sorry for yourself, would you rediscover yourself feeling somewhere delighted?

Asexually about Lorigon. Lovely. Isn't Lorigon the first heterosexual to look forward to going out with me if I recall? In case this is from Love, that's what I'm going to propose with or without the membrane. I love you. I'm sorry.

If you ask me if Lolivich was before amnesia, that wasn't virginally real, either because he was off track as a person or because he didn't have any sense of reality. It was still more realistic to watch in the cartoon.

"Oh, come on! Why don't you do something!? Do it!? Ahhh!?

"No, it looks like I'm at fault for this one too, and I'm really sorry"

'... hey, it's cowardly to apologize now. sloppy'

"Right. You're right. Again about you."

I haven't enchanted with Dada.

I got a special penetration.

Let's get grounded again.

I've been dying to pepper my sexually unclean scales and stuff.

"Let's say we hurry up and find Mr. Sophia."

If it was Lorigon or Gogol who got lost, I wouldn't have worried about this, but what about Sophia? Though I'd rather not feel worry-free if I remembered that LUC was expensive.

No, no, that's exactly the result of leaving it like that now.

This place needs to be properly searched.

In case a bad man fools you and you lose your precious membrane, oh, big deal. A non-virgin maid I knew when I was a virgin would take care of me, and I think I'd be mentally shredded in my daily life, casual scenes. I'm sure I won't have it for six months.

"Duh, where did you lose him?

Questions fly from the editor teacher.

I guess you're worried about Sophia.

The teacher is kind.

"... Inn."

"Inn? What do you mean?

"I think she was asleep."

A supplement came in from Gogol.

I see.

You don't know what that means.

"Excuse me, I'd like to take a closer peek"

'Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were asleep! But when I got back at dawn, I wasn't there! I thought he was out, so I waited, but come back. Go! Wow, it's not our fault!?

"I see."

I don't know anymore.

"When was that?

"It was this morning!

That's exquisitely hard to judge.

At that time, I feel like it was Sophia's will to leave the inn. I don't even think there exists an arrangement to pinpoint her. From an unfamiliar exotic meal, he's suffering from abdominal pain in the bathroom, or something like that is more likely.

"Shall we go back to the lodging Sophia took for once?"

Encourage face to face and travel all the way to the inn where Sophia suppressed the place.

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[Sophia perspective]

As we wandered through strange mansions, we saw a very exciting sight. Inside your room, men and women dressed with visible skin also fall asleep. Women are considered nuns of Suku. Men, on the other hand, are mostly well-dressed aristocratic people.

Is this what it is, or is it the so-called hand of it, or is it the guy who entertains the upper class? A splash of juice can be miserable.

As a raucous young maiden, my interest also naturally springs up.

However, after checking once and for all, did the aristocrats all become middle-aged, which I also found to be the plump of my stomach, and half my interest? The appearance of a nun who is the same woman is no more fun to watch than that.

Naturally, I also glimpsed the tragedy from a slightly open door gap. It was to the right.

However, it is in between turning your heels back. I was deprived of consciousness by what was put on the center of your room, on the table. I wonder if the white powder is still served.

…………

I feel suspicious by the outspoken.

No way. It won't be a genuine food.

Naturally evoked is a dinner party hosted by Mass.

It's a medicine that makes you feel better.

…………

Nature and consciousness have turned to everyone who has fallen in your room. You're completely unconscious. Everyone and he are asleep with a face that seems pleasant. Assuming one person, a maid, is rude to your room, maybe, you won't find out.

That's right.

Even if when I woke up again, a little bit of white Sarah was diminishing.

"... excuse me"

The maid is an honest creature.

It feels fuzzy then and in unforgettable pleasure.

If you noticed, your hands were collecting more white powder than the tabletop. Likewise, on the tabletop, to the abandoned empty leather bag, let me put this away. If you get it all, the boulder will find out. I got about two-thirds of it.

"... hehe"

What is it?

Omata is a fig, even though I haven't spoken of the powder yet.

This is dangerous, isn't it?

Hurry up and get out of this mansion.

And fully in the inn, I strongly believe you should enjoy this powder.

No, you don't. It's an investigation. It's called intellectual curiosity.