Atelier Tanaka

A maid who stands about inside the office and trembles.

Everyone who stayed with that figure is paying attention.

Mercedes-chan's statement containing urine had caused the topic in the area to move completely under the maid. If it's in there, it's in there. Why did you globally cast something that I wish you'd told me was costly later just on your soy sauce face?

"What were you thinking, urinating?" Answer me, maid!

Haha and breath are rough too, Kingsguard lesbians that highlight their cheeks.

It is a complete hobby-run question.

I know because I'm a good man.

"Fair enough, please calm down, Mr. Mercedes. I didn't decide it was, and maybe there was some kind of mistake. I'm not complaining about your tongue, but I'm not talking about this conversation right now."

"No, we should talk! It's urine!? Urine!"

"No, so..."

Don't you just want to scream "urine" in front of everyone?

He doesn't have a heart or seems happy.

"If you don't confess, let the Gogol judge you."

"Huh..."

The maid's body trembled tremendously at what the Kingsguard lesbian continued to say.

There's no doubt about this anymore.

But when it does, it's motive that counts.

…………

Thinking of it this way, it is a very attractive suggestion that Mercedes-chan now squeals. If the maid hates you, harasses you, or has that background, oh, even now I want to pull you around the dark continent.

But what is it? Busamen feel uncomfortable.

To the fact that a maid with high LUC was exposed to pity in this way.

"Whoa! Where did that Gogol tribe go!?

"If you are Rocco Rocco, there are many people on the boulder, so wait in your room..."

I'm asking you.

That's what I kept trying to do, and accidentally the office door was knocked. The cone cone and the dry sound sounded strangely loud indoors. Would someone like to visit this room be somewhat concerned because everyone is already gathered?

Well, who is it?

"Yes, which one is it?

Answered by Soy Sauce Face on behalf of.

Then it was exactly the voice of the person who had just come back to the subject.

"... we need to talk"

A small slightly lower lovely voice of discouragement.

Definitely, it's Gogol.

I wonder what happened suddenly. Could it be that one of you is lonely and has come? It's very likely. Until now, I can't help but notice the sight of hearing on the other side of the door or something that feels a little uncut.

As the soy sauce face walks toward the side of the hallway, the faces standing on the side of the entrance and exit move toward the back of the room in exchange for themselves. I opened the door making sure enough space had been created around the door.

Then in the hallway, there's the person as expected.

"What's wrong? At such a late hour."

I'm here to break my promise to you.

With that face in sight, it is also between the bundles that my heart was healed. Isn't it a noisy story all of a sudden? My soy sauce face will feel better again. Since there are never many promises that I have made with her, the contents of the indications can be reconciled.

What's going on, Gogol?

"... Something wrong with my response?

"No."

"So was there anything else you were unhappy with?

…………

I wonder what it is.

Though she's usually speechless, she's not particularly responsive only to this occasion right now. It's not like you can't even think about jokes because you look like this and you're so tearful, Gogol. However, I am concerned that the atmosphere is stiff for that.

"Mr. Rocco Rocco?

Asked repeatedly, there was a reaction.

"I'm here to tell you what you're missing."

What is it? Isn't it a little too abrupt?

Though suddenly I find myself in revelation.

Speaking of things that aren't enough for me, is that possibly the type of young, pretty virgin who devotes herself to a man in love, on top of a busa-only, crotch-yuru? Then it is satisfactory. There is just a shortage right now. Definitely not enough.

"… something to make up for the thinness of its happiness"

"Huh..."

Gogol this evening, I'm serious sometime.

With that powerful word, my mind accidentally highgoggles.

Let me ask you again how you feel.

"May I ask you more?

"… good"

Gogol snorted harshly.

Leave the perimeter completely behind. Everyone is staring at Mr. Brown Lolita with a questionable eye. Around the Lorigon, etc., Guru rang his throat and the color of vigilance was also intense. You would have received the atmosphere of those rooms, and your voice rose out of your face one by one.

"Hey, hey, what are you talking about!?

It's Estelle.

Against, a mighty Gogol sometime.

"Shut up and listen"

"Huh..."

With that word as his ear, Lolivich also lost the word that went on.

You understood that the plain is some fluffy brown lolita, but only at this moment now. In the unlikely event that it defies you, there is an atmosphere that could be in force moves. But the reason for this is sappy.

I stare at her like I pray.

Tell me, Gogol.

Then the next moment, its mouth moved.

"Drink maid's urine"

…………

I wonder what you're talking about up to Gogol.

Has Mercedes's disease been infected?

I just want you to give me a break.

It makes me very sad.

"... it's not"

"Excuse me, could you elaborate on why?

Asking to take the place, she began to talk rough.

"All the stories you've told me so far and what I've gotten from reading your mind. When you mesh those two together, there's something you can see for yourself. That is very useful in defeating the Demon King. I just have to break my promise to you to explain it."

Everyone's expression was strong in the wake of Gogol's words.

Serious brown lolitas are cute too.

Cool eyes are more appealing than usual.

I don't care about the details, I want to be reverse raped.

"Mr. Rocco, that's..."

"Now I want you to listen to me."

Her voice tone of speaking was even less than usual.

Is that why I listen to other faces again?

Got all the attention from everyone, Gogol said.

"The luck of the maid, propagates"

That's a maid's secret that only a soy sauce face knows.

A secret that I'm sure the maid herself doesn't even know.

"Your misfortune has been compensated for from day to day by the good fortune of the maids there. The noble daughter there, I'm sure you don't know. This ningen is terribly unhappy and unstable. Let it go, it'll be so dry in less than a year."

"Hey, I wonder what that means!?

"Meaning as words say"

"... Mr. Rocco, that's no way"

You refer to the values in the status window at ten to eighty-nine.

LUC values leading to negative values.

But Busamen have lived long enough in Busamen to this day.

I guess it's propagation in the first place.

"This ningen has lived a long time to this day by ingesting maid fluids, without his knowledge. I have unintentionally compensated for my own misfortune without understanding that fact. That's why you're still living like this."

…………

I mean, I mean, you're reading Sophia's mind or something.

If you live under one roof this way, maybe you'll read it at a mundane moment. But to mouth it, on a promise to a soy sauce face, had arranged never to.

That's why I'm here to break my promise, I guess.

"The maids there have routinely given this person urine"

"Huh..."

Expose with all your might.

The maid's expression is strong.

Your complexion sucks.

It's bright blue.

It's going to fall even at the next moment.

Just got a follow up from Gogol here.

"That and this, for this ningen. This ningen has been rejected by the world as a price for powerful magic. Tied to the invisible blame of man's worldly happiness. And the person has no power to resist this"

Something about it, I'm glad you made up for it with that kind of dialogue. Whatever the truth, it's crazy to feel like a tragic hero. Best looking. However, I don't feel sorry that the constant medication is the maid's pee.

Though I think drugs made by mysterious institutions and such are the stones.

"And the impact is getting stronger every day"

…………

I guess it refers to negative growth as a result of leveling up.

It's just a targeted statement, if you recall. After the LUC went negative, there seemed to be a definite difference between being in Dragon City and going out. It is, for example, a school city, the Great Holy Nation.

And when I was in Dragon City, beside the soy sauce face, there was always the maid and the maid's fried tea.

"Gogol..."

"Nobility there, drink this"

Gogol's arm moved.

If you notice, Mercedes-chan's hands are snatching the cup you're about to drink.

It's just a cup of tea left over from the maid's fry.

"Of, drinking, that's, ah... that's..."

The boulder lolivitch also has a hard expression in the wake of a series of flows. If you've been told so far, you'll never suspect the liquid mixed in the cup. The certainty that it's definitely in there first can be seen from that look as well.

However, Gogol pushes the cup with or without it.

"Drink"

"... okay"

You look ready, Estelle, to receive the cup.

She carried it softly into her mouth and drank it up in one breath. I don't know how friendly they are, but they have a lot of same-sex peeves, and Lolivich is amazing. I respect that. If I were told to drink Gong or Mr. Neumann's, I would never like it.

I just imagined my mouth was overflowing with muscle.

…………

Everyone's attention is drawn.

Gokuri, I just drank everything up, and Lolivich shrugged.

"... Is this really in there?

I'm sure it wasn't flavorful enough.

Noticed Mercedes is a real pee sommelier.

"Understand with your own body"

"Huh!?

Gogol moved without holding her hair in between.

He turned to Estelle and shook up his fist. It's not safe to take the blow of Mr. Brown Lolita, no matter how much Lolivich continues to level up. There are walls between mankind and outside, between the two that can never be crossed.

"Ro, Mr. Rocco!

The soy sauce face moves. Move to protect Lolivich.

It just happened, just like this and the time.

I broke a glass window with Paris and something flew indoors from the outdoors. This hit Estelle's back of the head. Thanks to Lolivich, as it were, was the feather of falling at the front, and from the orbit of Gogol's fist, she removed her flesh.

The fist aimed at the cheek cut the sky.

"Huh!?

It hit Lolivich's head. It fell to the floor making a hard noise with Gotri where he lost momentum. Something to stare at, there's a tonkachi. It was apparently Tonkaci who broke the windowsill and flew in.

"... Mr. Estelle, are you okay?

I'll visit you while you watch heels and such.

"Hey, what... did it happen? It hurt a lot..."

"What's falling there just hit your head."

"... Tonkachi?

Stonehenge's girlfriend can't understand the situation either.

Then I heard a slightly more busy footsteps from the hallway. The doozy and terribly hasty appearance conveys signs of people running. Now everyone's gaze turns to the entrance and exit side of the room.

It was the Mohicans of the Dusk Regiment who represented themselves through the door that remained open.

"Shh, I'm sorry! Accidentally Tonkachi, I flew it!

…………

Apparently, the killer is like him.

But why Tonkachi?

Just wondering, Mohican said he was having a rough time in a terrible hurry.

"For the celebration of the defeat of the Demon King, I made a hanging board for the drapes, but it's not easy! It's really easy! If you are injured, can you stop!? Ma, Ma, the windows are easy to fix immediately!

Oh, my God, you're a little quick, but you're a good guy.

If you say that, you can't be angry.

It's just that Gogol reads my mind in position. [M]

"Yes, it's okay. Nobody's hurt, so get back to today. I don't mind repairing the windows after tomorrow. However, it would be nice to have you hit the task with the utmost care in the future."

Apparently Estelle made a similar decision to her virginity. Shivering your cheeks with hiccups, but try to be convenient yourself. You're a good woman because this is how you put your muscles through me. If it was around the vertical roll, it would definitely have been peach kupertik noise.

"Ugh, shh! I'm really, really sorry about that!

He would also help me gaze at the faces that fit in the room. And when Mohican bowed his head, he fled from the room like a shepherd. As the baton and door are closed, the doorbell and footsteps leave.

Gong shrugged at the other side of the door, where the signs were no longer peeping.

"Apparently, you're not joking..."

"Ugh, um. Sounds like it."

Even the demonic aristocrats are nodding.

When I was shown it again, even the soy sauce face that knew what was going on was overwhelmed.

I'm sure everyone who was there and he would feel the same way.

"This is the power of the maid there…"

Sophia's juice, awesome.

This could or could not be.

"Take it orally as soon as you can. That way, I'm sure we can defeat the Demon King."

I could not hear Gogol squeaking lightly in the room sounding slightly louder.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

Why do people abhor the act of excretion?

I don't get it.

For many other creatures, excretion is one of the important means of living. It is used, for example, to claim territory, for courtship towards heterosexuals, and in very different ways, in addition to discharging waste to the outside world.

None of this must be done. Even if you can be proud, you will never be abhorrent. However, we humans want to get the act of urinating and hide it. You want to distance yourself from the act itself.

"Hey, we're still short on quantity, huh?

"Huh..."

"If we stay like this, the night will dawn before all of us get out. Wow"

Now the maid is in the mayor's house and is in the bathroom.

That and this is also to remit biased urination.

"Sophie! I brought you some water. Yikes!

In front of the bathroom, Master Estelle and Master Vertical Roll refrain from taking care of me through the door. How much time do you spend in the bathroom? We extensively repeat drinking water and urinating.

"Um, E, Estelle, I'm already hungry..."

"Good luck, though I know it's hard! The future of mankind hangs on your shoulders!

"Isn't that a urine bag, not a shoulder?

…………

Let's say I gave up a hundred steps to my flesh, and I had the power to help you. But isn't that usually what happens when spilled grains of tears become ingredients for medicines that heal the whole disease or something like that?

If that's what it feels like, yeah, I definitely think so.

Doesn't it feel more like coming?

…………

Why are you peeing?

Besides, the use is drinking.

"I don't care. Shit! When water is not available on the battlefield, few soldiers say they survived by rinsing their urine! And in some parts of the world, some tribes use urine drinking as a culture to keep them healthy!

"... Yes"

"Good luck and let's get everyone out of here by the end of the night, shall we?

…………

Dear Estelle's positive follow up is, on the contrary, hard.

Yeah, well, I get it.

This is the most efficient thing. Think quantitatively.

"Hey wow... haven't you got your next urine yet!?

I even came to Mr. Mercedes.

You can hear voices from close proximity through the door. It's a very healthy voice. It is the kind of momentum that has taken the ghost's neck since pointing out the maid's coarse phase in the office. The glittering glow of your eyes will stare at you as you lick this body.

I can feel the signs, even through the door.

"It's not good to rush you. Wow. I don't want to go wrong."

"Sophie, you don't have to rush. Let's get it out slowly and securely, shall we?

"But at this rate, we're not gonna make it to everyone by tomorrow, are we?

…………

With this kind of body, you pull in what goes out, too.

Stay seated in the toilet and grab the water drain placed at your feet. From there, pour water into the glass and pour it into your throat. Outside the door, a replacement water drain is waiting for Master Estelle to bring.

You have to drink a lot, a lot.

It is a task that we are enjoying the fact that water is about to overflow from the gep.

After plenty of time that way, I inadvertently heard footsteps from outside the door. Looks like someone else even went in front of the bathroom. The footsteps called Tsukatsuka stopped, and my voice sounded.

"Maid, are you in the bathroom?

This voice color is Mr. Gogol.

"Huh? Oh, ha, ha!

Answer the question.

No heart or the other side of the door is quiet, probably because the others took a distance with her appearance. No heart or people's signs can be felt far away. No way. You're not inside my mind or being read through the door, are you?

"We need to talk."

"Hey, what is it?

"If you see the brave men of the east, you should tell them. The birds flying in the sky fell to the ground and continued to swell. The feathers were dyed by the clean faith, and the wind was not known again. The permanent believers drank iron and the red faith lost pride and sank into the purple river"

"Huh? Oh, you know, it's..."

"Remember?

"No, ah, um, notes if possible..."

"... ok. Leave it in your room."

"Shh, excuse me..."

Mr. Gogol sent me a mysterious message. A prophetic dialogue that knows everything is very mysterious. It's through the toilet door, so the expression is the only thing I can peep at, but the pale face from the plain came to my back of my brain first.

I'm sorry I couldn't remember for once.

I'm sorry about the exchange over the toilet.

"... and the elves there"

"Hey, what!? How, how, what's up?

Apparently, Mr. Elf was nearby as well. When were you there? Master Estelle and Mr. Vertical Roll were busy, so I didn't notice. I grasp that voice as an ear.

"We need to talk."

"What? Is that a story? Wow, to me!?

"You don't have to hesitate. Push it and you'll fall."

"Huh?"

"Tell that dragon the same thing"

"Oh, come on! Hey, wait a minute! What the hell is that..."

"Bye."

Stasta and footsteps go far away.

Will Mr. Gogol be home? Mr. Elf has spoken, but he will not stop. I can't hear you anymore as it is. Other signs of people being moved were felt. Probably something you left alone.

"Hey, what was that?

"Come on? That kid, I don't know. Wow"

Once the demon king's mess is cleaned up, you should go and thank him once, right?

Regarding this one case, how much I owe you if not enough. If Mr. Gogol hadn't been here, I'm sure the maid would have been hit in the neck by the time Mr. Mercedes pointed it out to her.

She's the reason I'm under house arrest in the bathroom.

At least for that moment or so, I'm going to come in the mood to take a step.

◇ ◆ ◇

By Gogol, the maid's secrets were exposed under daylight. That probably included the fact that the soy sauce face didn't even assume it again. Thanks to this, she became the feather of gooking and sheeping herself overnight in the bathroom.

And after the demon king was sealed by the editor teacher, the night dawned.

Something erotic, I wonder if the same night was the extremely important wetland to flirt with the heroine of your choice and prepare for the Battle of Las Bosses. The most important seeding sequence required for a child sprouted over the main character's seed, even if he loses, to be fetal as the main character of the sequel.

But Busamen didn't have any events when it came to this.

There was really nothing. I didn't hang up.

That's how the soy sauce face, who was taking a nap on the couch in the office, woke up the same day with the sound of the door of the room opening. It was the blonde, Dr. Lorim Chimchi, who represented her better than the hallway. He looks indoors without fear and then enters the room with regret.

"This is Mr. Editor. That's a long time ago."

Wake up and speak up.

Then she answered with a slight nervousness.

"Oh, yeah, sort of."

Last night, while Sophia was generating the lucky potion, we had set plans for defeating the Demon King. The teacher's assumption was that the seal would be lifted by noon, and he promised to gather at the same place when the sun rose.

Instead, I peek out the window and the sky is seeping into the morning sun if the sun doesn't rise exactly now. What an accurate Mr. Elf in time. I love Busamen for those few aspects of the teacher.

"The Demon King is with you."

I just checked the ring at that fingertip and it was whining naturally.

"It's tough just in case. We should be ready for this."

"That's what the editor thinks I'm very fond of"

"Huh... Oh yeah!?

"Yes."

Now, in front of the Demon King, what shall I tell you?

I'm sure she's still turning her mind to the words we interact with. I don't know about the talk given by the Virgin here, but as a virgin unfamiliar with being seen by the opposite sex, I feel like dressing up here all the time.

After all I've thought about, nature and consciousness turn to her in the ring.

"I'm going to ask you a terrible question, one, okay?

"What?

"Mr. Editor, have you ever exchanged children?

"Huh..."

Completely unknown realm for virgins.

Parenting.

"The Demon King was raised by the Virgin in an environment deprived of all liberty. It is centuries old, but I have never had the experience of using my own flesh to interact with others. I wonder how I should treat a being who grew up in such a bad environment."

If there is anything you can see there, can you even get credit in talks with the Demon King or with her? When you think about it like that, there is no better person to talk to than the person in front of you.

I'm talking about a jerk-off teacher, so I guess once or twice of the output is natural. One or two of the lonely births we had in the bathroom must have crossed. Maybe some nasty guy tricked me into going through reverse bottleships, etc.

It is up to me to think that there is something I can learn at this moment because she is such a The boss of the company was also occasionally zero in the booze seat. Parenting is interesting. Though I didn't understand it as if I were a virgin.

"Hey, why are you asking me that?!?

"The existence of a demon king is not unconditional and harmful to people because they were born as demon kings. It seems that the environment in which it was born to this day forms its personality and, like us, acquires its purpose."

This is what I have confirmed from Kimoronge, a tour of the demon kings of history.

In the past, he said, some demon kings sided with mankind and fought demons.

"... you know what?"

"That may be rude, but if you're an editor with a lot of social experience, I thought you might have some knowledge. Excuse me. If it's an offensive question, I'm not saying it's impossible."

I've never crossed it without contending.

That's why I wanted to ask you now on this occasion.

Demon King.

"Eh, that's, uh, that's... the thing about kids..."

Perhaps it was too direct to the boulder, the teacher's expression is not fragrant.

Your face turns bright red and you're hanging out. I behaved roughly like a jellyman. If it's Yariman, there's one thing I'd like you to talk about. But well, I'm also virginally happy with the teacher's place like that.

I thought it might be like a virgin.

"Excuse me. It was a silence"

"No, no, that's not true, is it? It's very important!

She is also very cute to force and wants to have sex with.

I was in the middle of thinking, etc.

"... what do you do when you ask about raising a child in that elf"

I heard a boss from the corner of the room.

Looking back on something, there it is, oops.

"Holy Virgin, you're here"

"I've been here since last night."

…………

Seriously.

I've imagined the greatest sight.

Even after everyone left, you said you were sitting in the dark office alone in a gym?

Keep waiting until the sun rises or something.

"What's the inconvenience in getting an opinion from the editor when it comes to parenting?

Where consciousness turned first, let me check.

Then it was Mr. Elf who began to panic as soon as possible.

"Ma, stay! I don't care about that!

I thought I had turned myself in a great panic, and interrupted between the soy sauce face and the Virgin in a desperate shape. He swings his hands around, blocks his sight, lets him talk more than that, and blocks communication with the Virgin.

"Mr. Editor?

"The elf is a virgin, so it's up to the doorman to raise a child."

"... Huh?

"Huh..."

Blonde Dr. Lorim Chimchi's face changes at the front of the shuddering busamen.

It stains bright red.

All I'm saying is that you can't stay or stand, and you're shamed like a poor bully girl who was ordered to roll her legs naked in front of a classroom after school, a legion of handsome classmates.

It would be great to roll your legs forward.

The soy sauce face stares at whether the developer is the same person as the developer of the bloomer.

"Holy Virgin, it's..."

"I don't know what kind of lies that elf was spitting around you. But as far as I can tell, you don't hear about a man around you. However, from what you have just said, it seems that we were very proud of our experience."

Chirali and the Virgin's gaze turn to Dr. Editor.

Then, what is it?

Could the teacher lay his gaze down and shake a pull on the spot?

Seriously.

Are you serious?

Maybe not, but the teacher has a membrane.

The Editor teacher was not just the Editor teacher.

He was a virgin editor teacher.

No, considering that year, it's not just about Virgin.

Extras.

Exactly an extra.

In other words, the teacher was an extra virgin editor.

Dr. EX Editor, I have a feeling about the explosion.

You've lived hundreds of years and you're a virgin, aren't you a legend?

Awesome. It is the strongest in both fame and fame.

I'm so happy, Busamen make me cry.

"So shut up! I'm a Yariman! What the fuck!

"... hehe, that's hilarious at all times"

"Huh..."

Dr. Yariman is adorable.

How loving.

I want to get married.

I want to stay engaged.

I want to do it all over.

and so on, and wouldn't it have been a good idea to think about the minute disproportionate?

An anomaly occurs in the present of a virgin who now tastes exactly the height of her happiness. Intense light emanated from the fingertips of the teacher, who repeatedly claimed Yariman himself. Intense flashes of light were emitted, as if cooked even in magnesium.

Nothing else, from the sealed ring of the Demon King.

"Hey, hey!

"Mr. Editor!?

"Sorry! The demon king is coming back to life!

"Whatever."

"Wrong look! This one, more powerful than I ever imagined..."

The words of the EX Editor teacher make me feel like soy sauce.

However, if I compared it to the fact that the teacher was a virgin, I have to say that I am less stunned by how many. Virginally low priority. If you had a blonde lolim chimchi hymen in front of you, how much would a demon king be worth?

That is why we must defeat it. I never want to see the sight of a virgin teacher getting unhappy. That's why Busamen have to fight. You must defeat the Demon King. From the inside of my mind, I feel a boiling force gushing

Nobody else, for a virgin teacher.

"Knock..."

In the midst of a brilliant glow, the groaning of the virgin teacher sounded.

At the same time, there was a high voice with Kim.

After a few moments, the sound of destruction echoes in Zdon and his belly.

"Mr. Editor!

I could see the corner of my vision dyed white under overwhelming light, the wall facing outside the office bouncing off. The power of soy sauce would be enormous because it is a walled stonewall with a tanned face. I am not concerned about the safety of the teacher.

Reflectively shoots off the healing magic.

"Mr. Editor, you're okay and awesome!?

Immediately after the explosion, the glow subsides.

Vision also returns under the busamen.

Then there were other figures in the place where the teacher had been so far. I can take the morning sun plugging from the shattered wall and complain about its presence by divine. She's white from top to bottom, so it's like she's sparkling.

"... just a little bit, you missed the reading, huh?

I am the Demon King.

Blonde Dr. Lorim Chimchi, to say the least, lay neatly at her feet. I don't think he's hurt himself by taking it away. I can't even confirm the bleeding. I'm just losing my mind and I'm not responding. Your eyes are meditating.

The soy sauce face is once again restorative magic.

Recovery magic with all your spirits.

Is it a relief from the bottom of your heart that that fingertip reacted with Pickle?

Virginity will never let a virgin die.

"Well, let's get to work."

"You haven't apparently changed your mind after a night of relaxation"

"Naturally? Ningen didn't kill them all."

This got a little troublesome.

'Cause we haven't gobbled up Sophia's extract yet.

◇ ◆ ◇

[Sophia perspective]

I was in the middle of taking a nap for the next day's overthrow of the Demon King.

Zdon and the whole mansion were delivered with enough shock to tremble.

"Huh!?

The maid who was lying on the bed was awakened in an aggressive manner. I think he slept deeply for the sake of it, but he was still jumping up himself. For a moment, I also thought it was like a ground shake, but for that it was a short, intense shake.

"Hey, what is it..."

Now this mansion has a demon king sealed in a ring.

On second thought, often I was asleep in that situation.

Isn't it a wonderful environment no matter what happens?

…………

I can't believe you slept twice or anything.

I rushed to weave a maid clothes apron over my pyjamas and left my room behind. I wondered after weaving my own feathers why I only weaved aprons, but by then I was already in the middle of running down the hallway.

Eventually we went a little further down the hall and bowled it in with Master Estelle.

"Sophie!

"Master Estelle."

Apparently, she was also awake by the shock of this way. He just seemed more hasty than me, and he looks like a pajama. Hit and change from the familiar menswear style here these days and look extremely private.

Transparent negligee, very eclectic.

"Good, you're safe!

"Ha, ha, but what the hell is that..."

"I heard you downstairs, you're in a hurry!

"Yes."

Followed by Estelle, who ran out with us.

From there on, from those who heard the sound, I gradually hit the floor with allowances. Along the way, like us, I met all the others who would wake up at the Mayor's house, confirming them as they grew in numbers step by step.

Eventually, the destination we reached was the office.

Shortly after knocking, the door opens wide at the hands of Estelle.

Ahead, our expected sight awaited.

"... you've just grown the numbers."

When I captured us with my giraffes and bright red eyes, I was squealed.

I'm the Demon King.

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In talks with the Demon King, the office door opened with momentum.

It's the faces that lie awake in this mansion that make him look better than the hallway. Most of them look like pyjamas. Lolivich is eclectic with a clear negligee, and his maid's pyjama apron feels an energy he doesn't quite understand.

On the other hand, is it Gong from Panichi who is ugly? Come and get some clothes. And the magical aristocrats wearing nightcaps on the hookah pyjama style are adorable, can you do something about it?

The most problematic child is the vertical roll that just wrapped his body around him with sheets. With Kimoronge standing next to him, I don't have half the afterthought. Please, I want it to be a bedtime naked but late choice. In case that membrane was lost, the soy sauce face must be defeated by the Demon King.

"Oh, demon king!?

Lolivich shouted.

Using that phrase as an ear, the hustle and bustle spreads to other faces that would be standing in the hallway ahead of the door frame. I'm pretty sure he heard the bursting noise this way. I don't know if you could have slept.

"But well, imaginary mansion, huh? It's been a long morning."

In front of me is the Demon King in a state of war.

"Demon King, would you like to talk to me for a moment?

At her feet, Dr. EX Editor.

I point that presence to my gaze, and then I squirm my jaw at Qui and Kimorongue. Then, he nodded small and cocky, exercising spatial magic. I wonder if a magic formation has surfaced beneath the teacher who fell on the floor, and the figure moves.

From beneath the Demon King, to the entrance and exit of the room, under the vertical roll and the magical nobility.

Eye contact with the Kimorongue guy, it's coming through.

There's no better way to communicate than this.

Thanks. That was so helpful.

"I don't think we have much to talk about over this period."

Looking at the EX Editor teacher who moved the place, the Demon King groaned boringly.

"I can understand your heart, which hates humans. Grown up over five hundred years, the mind will probably already be in an irreparable situation. That's why I would never deny this directly from the front"

"Why don't you shut up and watch?

"But let me point out one thing here"

"... what?

"Your ways are no different from those of your mother, the Virgin."

I say by pointing my gaze at the corner of the room.

There is still a translucent seint bitch sitting in sports.

"Hih..."

She's the cutest screamer I've ever seen.

Do you ever lose your hips even in spiritual bodies? Watching you gut and tremble. So pitiful that this one is sorry. If it moves poorly, what do you think it will do immediately? And I'm sure that's right.

"What part of me says it's the same as that ningen?

"Eliminate others in order to affirm their own doctrinal claims. In that respect, you are just like her. Even if human beings were to be eliminated from the world in general, all the emotions that led you to that conclusion come from your own subjectivity."

"I mean, what? What are you trying to say?

"There's not enough information there that could be well-founded. Where and how to make what and how much the world goes in the right direction. It's as if no explanation has been given. All the terribly vague delusions are dripping away. Then you're not convincing, Demon King."

I say it and I can't cut it.

There's one person in every company who loves to ask questions like this. It's obvious to everyone, but he's going to flirt with this assuming it's very troublesome to explain. I don't feel half sorry for you because of it.

Therefore, the livestock knows.

He said this would be the most effective way to stir up people who are working hard on something.

"Instead, she's better able to understand the rest of it. I just don't want to die. I have made sacrifices to others because of my natural thoughts as a creature. It's a very convincing story. It's natural. Not so many creatures can sacrifice themselves for others."

Stir and stir and stir.

Turn your tongue all the time here.

"On what basis are you thinking of destroying humans?

"... Ningen is not stupid. Too stupid a creature."

"If you call it foolishness to try to fall into another for your own pleasure, there is no creature in this world who is not foolish. However, because only a few creatures are smart, that part will look remarkable."

"But the deed is so miserable, so miserable..."

"That's what people call creativity. That is why humanity is now celebrating this day, and it has grown in number to this point. Prosperity is the survival of virtues. In the midst of the competition, so much praise for this, that disparaging is rather an act of disparaging other species inferior to ours?

The demon king began to see a change.

Pickly, my eyebrows are trembling.

So the soy sauce face tells Doya face all the time here.

"To what extent does destroying humans improve the world?

"Huh..."

The fist was gripped.

I don't think there's any more frustrating questions.

Something to understand.

How much did they say the same thing and feel like hitting you?

"Well, well, well."

"What do you mean?

"I mean, what? Are you gonna beg me for my life?

"No?"

"Gu... Nah, then bah..."

"What was missing from you was your father. Comfort and guide lost children in the world. Sometimes you'll harshly lump your child, and I'm sure, after that, you'll gently envelop him. Scolding and embarrassing a mother who can't get anywhere could be one of her roles"

You're gonna be my father, aren't you?

"From father to son, let's use this opportunity to set up an educational setting"

"Then the mother just shudders in the corner of the room because of her own life and love? I wonder when you will still kill me, and if you will keep your rattling and shaking your body small. Do you abandon yourself for such a person?

"Men who are attracted to women like that are surprisingly present in the world."

"... you are the owner of an extreme sexuality."

"I know, sir."

"Fine, fine. It will frustrate your nose until you have no skin."

"Thank you"

I just wanted to avoid fighting in the middle of Dragon City.

I got the wings of a series of the most stinking lines, but thanks to them it works great.

"Well, it's quick, shall we move the place? To that venue where I reunited with you."

"That's good. Never kill easy..."

As a result of all the incitement, the Demon King managed to come on board this way.

This intent will be noticed by her in nineteen or eighty-nine years. But still, I feel relieved that you rode like this. On the contrary, that's how I greased the fire.

It is a hunch that the stage will be moved to the tournament venue for the last battle.