Atelier Tanaka

Before vision shifted, the best word given was a scream.

"Hey, why would a human be summoned!?

In this world, the word summons is very useful. Thanks to this, I was able to immediately understand the situation in which I was placed. There is also a great deal that I have been taking care of Dr. Editor's space magic from day to day.

"Such a civilian is a subpoena…"

Front of the standing soy sauce face, comes the boy with the wand in his hand. He was suddenly looking at the middle-aged bastard who had moved the place, wondering if he still had that face. The emotions that can be read from it are astonishment and outrage.

Apparently it was a call that even he didn't mean it.

I can see many other people around me. Boys and girls of the same age are lined up to surround Busamen. From the fact that everyone and he are dressed in the same crisp way, we can see that they belong to some kind of organization.

"What, that's disgusting" "Human? Civilians?" "Isn't that yellow? Your skin's all yellow." "And your face's flat." Why are you looking so uptight? "" Are you really human in the first place? "" You're disgusting. "" You're a physiologically impossible face. "

From what I've seen, I feel like a student at school.

Apparently, it's in the middle of a meeting outdoors, and the area is a meadow with short grass lengths that stretch. Come on, the grass rocks the tip of my ear in the breeze I blew. The warm climate is also very comfortable helping. I am literally feeling the wind all over my body because I was skipped naked for some reason.

In the distance you can see stone buildings. All of this makes the sharp and pointy appearance of the roof remind me of that in Gothic style that I viewed in a textbook of history in modern society. Compared to the buildings that stood alongside the Penny Empire, construction is not that far away.

"Um, excuse me, but this is..."

Open your mouth to try to communicate.

You should check the situation on both the razor and the corner. Because they're strangers. However, the will of the soy sauce face is not communicated to the other party. Early on, the boy's consciousness was shifting from a middle-aged wolf who suddenly appeared.

"It's a redo! Let's start over!

"Right. Summoning civilians to boulders is..."

Ahead of the boy barking, there is a figure of a man about two times older than a standing boy and girl. A man in a robe. You'll be just a little older than yourself. Still very jealous of the fuzzy hair. I'm pretty sure he's in a position to tow a bunch of people out of that standing behavior.

I feel like a student who is interested in extracurricular classes and a teacher of pull rates.

"Um..."

"Hey, okay!

I don't see Busamen in the boy's sight anymore.

I have a feeling there wasn't.

You can't cut into boulders.

Nevertheless, there is nothing worthwhile in the world, such as the uncut of a middle-aged bastard. The boy had his arms around him for other places. It is a point that deviates only a few meters from Busamen. I headed over there and started to say something like bumps and memories of Buddha.

Probably trying to redo the summoning magic and the doings.

Other facets also pay attention to his trends.

From a series of exchanges that seemed less expensive and less concerned with Busamen, I understood that the groups present were those in positions similar to those of nobility and royalty in what was called the Penny Empire.

…………

I'm sure it's difficult to negotiate.

Whatever. I'm naked on a busamen right now.

It is also very sad that the female students, who close roughly half of the total, are turning their faces away with all their might. If now it was Allen naked who was summoned, I'm sure they would have covered their faces with their hands, but with a great gap between their fingers.

I would have watched the handsome area cancer since then.

That's great, isn't it? I find it very good to feel intrigued by the eclectic while pretending to be clear. I don't mind at once, so I'd like to be looked at locally by the opposite sex from the gap between my fingers. That's how I want to get excited.

Unfortunately, however, their fingers, witnessing a soy sauce face, are perfectly closed. Or even turning away in the first place. I don't want to see it from the bottom of my heart. Though I understand it's natural, it's damaging to my heart.

…………

A stand-up naked middle-aged bastard without anyone having to speak to him.

Regardless of this, the boy began his magical chant with the forgiveness of an elderly man of pull. The destination of that consciousness remains unchanged in the hedges shaped by the students. However, it is only a short distance from where Busamen stand and is a point where no one else is present.

In response to those two hands being protruded, a magic formation was born with a low sound with Boon. distance from the soy sauce face. A few meters next door. Everyone's gaze naturally turns to the magic formation. None of them pay attention to the virgins.

…………

It is a structure that seems frustrating to my mind.

I wanted clothes at least.

"Come on, come on! My true summoner!

The boy speaks up.

All sorts of wishes echo in the vicinity.

Busamen's vision dimmed with the low sound of Bung.

Look around at what's going on. Then the standing position was moving just a little bit. A few meters at a distance. The place is moving, albeit slightly. What's more, the way he moved is also where the boy's gaze turns.

"Become..."

I had eyes and eyes.

Apparently, in response to his magic, my flesh was once again chosen as the target of summoning magic and doings. The magic formations now floating at my feet instantly lost their brilliance and misted as the point where the soy sauce face stood shifted.

I don't need this kind of surprise.

"Why not!

Rough boy.

I want to know that.

"Um, excuse me..."

"Gu......"

The boy gave me a sincerely disgusting gaze toward a true subpoena.

That's right.

'Cause the other guy is a small, fat, middle-aged jerk who stands around without a thread. He is the owner of a wagamma body that can even be placed in sight. If I were in his shoes, it would definitely be no thank-you. I didn't even think I had to diet, or I was made aware of it.

Actually, ever since I got here, I've been thinking about how tight it must have been. In a few more months, I was hoping that I would become a fine matcho. But it never seemed like that.

"What the fuck are you!?

The boy raised his voice in acknowledgment of the presence of a soy sauce face.

She still looks like she might cry.

My name is Tanaka.

It is a naked middle-aged busamen, with no whatsoever.

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In conclusion, no matter how many times he repeated it, the boy's magic team called out his soy sauce face.

"Hey, why..."

The place is in the meadows unchanged. However, unlike in the beginning when he was first summoned, besides the boy and the soy sauce face, no one can be seen anywhere else. Tired of the boy exercising repeated summoning magic, no one and he left everywhere.

As long as the pull rate and the thought of the magnificent man also threw his advice to keep the summoning magic on track toward him, who repeated it like crazy. I could float my body with flying magic, as well as flying away with other students.

"Damn......"

A boy who pokes his hands on both knees and groans abominably with haha and his breath absurdly.

The soy sauce face turned to him for an unknown number of times.

"Um, excuse me, but I don't care if you have clothes or anything..."

"Oh, loud enough already! Keep your feathers on!

What was finally given was the cape he was weaving his feathers.

Wouldn't it be better for a boy than I thought to be given his own gear to a naked busamen that could be anyone anywhere under this circumstance without question and unleashed attack magic? If this were in the city, I would be able to afford to claim compensation from number 110 on a fast track.

"Thank you......"

"What the hell, you haha!

…………

I heard that earlier. The barking boy, I knew he was going to cry.

That too, he had repeated the summoning magic dozens of times. The neighborhood was initially bright, but now it's time to go back to sleep. I feel sorry for the boulder bushmen as well, although I didn't do anything wrong with it.

"His name is Tanaka."

"Huh... I've already heard that!

There's just one thing at the same time that I feel helped.

That is a marriage story to the princess given by Her Majesty just before she was first summoned by the boy. For the convenience of being a call in the middle of worrying about why I answered it, the fact that I was able to force everything to be on hold is extremely high in virginity.

"Excuse me, may I ask what's going on over there? Maybe there's something I can do to help. This is the way it is, but I intend to be."

…………

When I honestly told you what was in my heart, I was stared at with a terribly surprised look.

What are you talking about? Like.

"From previous exchanges, I have heard words with the Summoner..."

"... oh yeah. We were in the midst of a summoning ritual."

I'll ask honestly. Then would it also help the exhaustion of exercising repeated magic? The boy gave up something and started talking to the potpourri.

Says the summons that took place as part of the school class.

Anything. He seems to be a student at a school located in this neighborhood. And majors in school are subpoena magic. The meeting held at the same location today was the first subpoena magic practice he conducted in his subpoena magic discipline.

By the way, is it often the case that summoners summoned to live with their students who are summoners forever? Most students summon the beast for the first time since birth in the same traineeship. Therefore, attachment is also included. Apparently, everyone nurtures bonds dearly.

The point is that. Look, my first boyfriend is special to me, like.

On such an occasion also to be hailed as the anniversary of his life, the boy has summoned a frivolous and belly-up middle-aged Asia. Besides, he is called to jump out and face you naked. I think he's a very pathetic boy while he's in other human resources.

"I don't know what that is, um, I'm sorry"

I accidentally apologized because of it.

If you think about his mood, it would be the most stressful.

"Huh... so shut up! I was just apologized for. Things haven't changed.

"May I ask your name?

"Why does that happen!?

"No, is this some kind of edge again..."

"Huh..."

In response to Busamen's words, the boy's expression changed to something particularly abominable.

Scratch the middle forehead with your right hand to reduce your own frustration, then sneeze your hair. The way Sarah's blonde hair bursts over her bright white skin is definitely chest cum if she is heterosexual. One casual trick. Very much like a movie scene.

Still around not appealing to violence, isn't it quite personable? The opponent is an eighty-nine nobleman. This one, by contrast, is a civilian no matter what. No, it's something other than civilians. No wonder they call me a slave.

"... it's Oliver Maysfield"

"Dear Masefield, right? Thank you."

…………

"What's wrong? Dear Masefield, If you don't seem well, the Recovery Demon..."

"I'm leaving now."

While the introduction was fulfilled, the boy floated the body with flying magic.

When the face was raised again, his expression was grossly depressing, not irritating. I'm so sorry to hear from you. It becomes a vain eye, and the flying body doesn't flutter and wake up. The boulder busamen also read the air and swallowed the words that followed.

Everything is obvious where the cause is.

By the way, is it good to go home, but is the house near here?

The Royal School of the Penny Empire was dormitory-wide. Higher education is also neglected in this world, so even a small number of upper-class students cannot hope for a school district system. Given his stature, which summoned the soy sauce face, it seems highly likely that dormitories and boarding houses exist again.

Is it still a bunch of twisted roof buildings that look far away?

"Um, what can I do..."

"I'll know or I'll like it."

The boy's back, floating a few meters high, retreats step by step.

Across the street is an array of buildings that I checked with you this way.

Busamen stared silently at this. There was nothing else.

Chasing a boulder is discouraging. 'Cause I'm sorry for the picture. I hesitate to boulder after a shotacon coveted beautiful boy from behind by a middle-aged bastard who just weaves his cape naked. Moreover, the subject still has a crying face.

He is a complete pervert from the side.

…………

Thanks to you, what do we do now?

I just hung a cape for your child on my shoulder now. Everything is free, from the start up to the surroundings. I'm too free from what to what, and on the contrary, I have trouble choosing. Is it something you can fulfill and get into the town, though you can see a series of buildings far away?

Even if we go back to Dragon City, we don't know where we are.

"... No, it's not a good idea to go back soon"

An unexpected reminder was a talk with His Majesty just before he was summoned with summoning magic and doings. His majesty, who was famous for his father-in-law, said that he had lost his heart, whether to take his daughter to his wife or not. That readiness can never be Dada or insane.

That is why we need sufficient support to avoid this.

…………

Think positively.

This is the period of respite that God gave to his soy sauce face.

Instead, we should spend this period of time with virgins and de-virginized minds. As long as you fulfill your de-virginity, from there on ahead is your dream Yaritin summer vacation. The princess will also be as effortless as the Fukugami marinade served beside the curry, making it delicious with Parisian poly.

"... All right"

In the neighborhood for now, let's prepare a place to live for the moment.

If you set aside some time, Your Majesty might change his mind, too. With regard to one of the Princesses, I also helped with the situation immediately after the Demon King's Crusade, and it is likely that I have made an impressive suggestion. Allowing time is a very useful operation.

"Go."

On the other side of the sky, the boy becomes completely invisible.

Confirming this, Busamen also flew magically in flight in the same direction.

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The destination is a very large city.

Is it about the size of Trichris? Surrounded by tall walls, the interior is narrow and lined with buildings. And the more toward the center of the city, the more splendid the structure becomes. Would this neighborhood be the same as Calis, capital of the Penny Empire?

However, in the middle of the city where the castle existed if it was Triclis, this one could see a series of buildings like some palace. It's like, for example, an imperial palace in a city lined with buildings. Or like a high school set up with Potunen in a lush region.

"... I see"

Perhaps it is the institution in the center of the city that the boy who summoned the virginity attends.

Although not as large as this school city, this must also be flourishing as an academic city. If we were together around the magical nobility, would you have told us the story of accumulation concerning this town?

Somehow, that Osama is only a long way off when you want to see him.

…………

He used flying magic to cross the wall as well as land on a less popular street. And I'll rendezvous in the street with a face that doesn't eat anything, and try to disguise myself as a city man. In the capital, Calis, flights throughout the city were unprecedented. I don't know about this one, but it depends on what I care about.

In retrospect, on his first visit to the capital, Calis, he was chased by soldiers without question.

The vomiting from full force disease, and the prison I was waiting for ahead, are still remembered as clear memories, along with Mercedes's leaking appearance. Even now, I feel like I've done something I haven't done yet.

Thanks to you, I said it well this time. It also helped that it was already a bleak time and seemed to be able to be dispersed in the darkness. Thanks to this, no voice will fly blaming the soy sauce face. Walk a few steps from now on and decide that you have safely entered the city.

…………

However, as long as that was also walking down the narrow alley.

As soon as he left for the boulevard, the soy sauce face gathered his gaze from around him.

Naturally if you think about it calmly.

Because now Busamen are a cloak naked. Besides, the hem is short because I got it from a young boy. Woven from the shoulders, minisca at its best. Even if I close the front, Earn is about to ahearn.

But there's nothing else to hide. If this is the case, you should have wanted it in a waistroll style. I feel ashamed to expose my lazy abdomen, but it is a defeat. I feel like I've had my flesh cut and my bones broken.

Let's just head to the garment store. So it's an operation to sell off the cape I got from the boy and buy cheap clothes instead. The cape you received from him, noble, is also good for the amateur. Probably will sell for a good enough amount.

However, the fact that Busamen were equipped may result in a slight discount.

He's a reverse brucella. Correctly used.

"... there was"

Discover a clothes-store-like shop before walking down the street.

Make your feet hurry to walk with relief.

It was an immediate aftermath.

"There he is, there he is! He's an exposed maniac with a report!

"Damn, what a creepy bastard! The color of your skin is strangely yellow, too!

It's a pair of young men with spears in light armor.

From its origins and actions, it was easily imagined that it was of the gendarmerie kind. The men come closer to a straight line, aiming for a soy sauce face. The spearhead erected grabs this one relentlessly and looms with an unafraid look.

"Wait, I didn't mean to dress like this..."

Try arranging excuses in a row, but they don't have ears to listen to.

I was instantly stuffed with distance and poked at my cutting edge.

"Grow up! You flat face!

"Don't move there! If you make strange moves, I won't forgive you!

…………

Here the flat face thought.

I was wondering if I could get at least some prisoner clothes if I got stuck in a cell. If they refuse to buy a cape, I can't help buying clothes. And that possibility is by no means small. Because the fabric is touching my son.

What if I were a store clerk?

Oh, absolutely refuse to buy it.

With that in mind, it is considered more successful for the mission of getting the same clothes, rather than wandering around town like this and getting clothes, getting caught and getting prisoner clothes. At the same time, if it is the busamen of yesterday, it is before breakfast such as jailbreak.

Here's one, let's get caught.

Is this how homeless people feel about committing a misdemeanor if they can't stand the winter cold?

"I did it"

"I'd like to think sin would be lighter where I confessed!

"Yeah, we're gonna pull it off! You pervert!

The pervert decided to hang onto the rope for the most part.

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If there was a miscalculation in Busamen, that's one thing.

"... it's cold"

Even when he was stuck in the barn, he was never given prisoner clothes. Thanks to this, we are a cloak in the current system of progress. It's a superior cape to see, so I wish you'd just take it away and put it in quality. That would have made everyone happy.

From many other cages lined up thanks to you, uh, what the heck, he can't stop looking at me like that. Even in the same place, the outfit of a cloak was an exquisite fashion. I wish the length was at least a little longer.

…………

But when this happens, none of the caught means anything.

Still, if it was before, Mercedes was with me. In the same cage, happily shy prisoner life awaited. But I am alone this time. Three-directions are pushed into stone walls and the remaining directions into a quadrupled space surrounded by lattices, alone.

I kind of miss you.

"... what shall we do"

Shall I be honest with you about the situation and get in touch with the Penny Empire? I don't know which one this is, but with magical communication and the other, it will be possible to talk to the capital, Kalis. If you can keep going around your majesty, the physical protection is one shot.

But then again it lifts is the marital issue with Royal Bitch.

…………

Let's stop it.

It's just boring to be stuck in a store for too long. Here is one thing: we should proceed with a new plan to procure clothing. I have not been tangled up by Dada from the great man more than once. I'm used to this kind of event. It is the connection with your nobility that counts.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry."

Calling to the watchdog standing at the end of the aisle.

Calling them just a few times, they didn't respond in any way. It is a standing behavior that just says there is no such thing as the presence of a soy sauce face. However, as it was also prolonged and repeated, a voice rose from the other side.

"Yeah, loud! Stay with me!

Let me tell you about the soy sauce face.

Don't miss the opportunity because of it.

"Excuse me, could you get in touch with someone named Macefield"

"Macefield?"

"He's the son of a nobleman's house who lived in a school in this town."

"Huh..."

I'm pretty sure I reacted to the sound of nobility. The difference between nobility and civilians seems absolute in this city. Compared to the Penny Empire, it might be loose, I had no idea, but that didn't happen. How sinful, what an aristocracy is.

"I dress like this for a reason, but I came all the way to this town at his invitation. All sorts of misfortunes overlap and we are dressed like this, but we are certain of our identity. Would you mind contacting Master Masefield, please?

Yeah, talking about it, the watch came all the way to the front of the cell.

The face seems a little nervous.

"Please, don't be quiet! Don't lie clear. No!

"I'm not lying. Please contact Masefield."

"Speaking of Masefield, isn't it the family of the Duke's house in the Kingdom of Nipple! Someone like you knows a pervert like you who doesn't know why! If you lie nonsense, you know its life expectancy will be reduced!

"But assuming my words weren't lies, you'd be the one to reduce life expectancy."

"Huh..."

"Sorry to bother you, but would you mind contacting Master Masefield?

"You, are you threatening me!? The sins will only get heavier!

"This cape belongs to him, by the way"

"What the hell!? No, that makes me such an idiot..."

A man's gaze is directed at the cape that wraps his soy sauce-faced body.

They're looking at me like a giraffe.

It's easy to get out of jail, but I don't want to leave any unwanted lumps against this city. Yesterday, after defeating the Demon King, mankind will from now on begin a full-scale battle of factions between nations. When that happens, fewer enemies are better off.

"Please tell us a word that your Summoner is waiting for you. That should tell you."

"But I do..."

"Can't you please? If it seems difficult, ask someone else."

"... okay. Fine."

"Thank you"

With a bitter, bitter look, the man reluctantly let him snort.

Walk straight to the entrance and exit of the cabin.

Busamen quietly dropped this off.

What results will be returned? It is a waiting room with a thrill and a thud in the chest. It's already late at night, and the house is quiet. Most inmates seem to be after a quiet sleep, and they don't even hear things at work.

For once, I'll just decide to be ready in case.

I'm ready for Prison Break.

Then how long have you waited?

A scene of a visit that has never been shown to visit, although I have tried to wait extensively. I came to wonder if it would be difficult to meet the boulders today. Because they're aristocrats. For today, I slept heavily and changed my consciousness to prepare for tomorrow's activities.

Wait about three days, and if you still can't, let's get out of here.

In the cell is provided something like a bedside, made of hay laid down. Although there is some resistance to the body used to the bed, luxury cannot be said at this time. As long as there is restorative magic, Dani will figure it out, trying to get you a strange disease.

It is also difficult to defy drowsiness and flutters and walks away.

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

Footsteps consisting of cutlets and several people were delivered.

At first consciousness goes outside the prison. Somewhat underneath the soy sauce face came a familiar boy. He must have been the Teng himself who summoned us over here.

Depending on the step taken, the medium platinum blonde glides through the salad and bright white skin. The look is nothing but eye poison for a fat hairy middle-aged bastard plagued by ten-yen baldness. I don't think it's the same humanity.

About as different as the Bulldog and the Golden Retriever.

I'm sorry, Bulldog.

"Why are you getting caught..."

Across the cage, the Golden Retriever groaned abominably.

That gaze is over the lattice, staring at the bulldog. Your face is so handsome that you have no place to lose it. The background of the gloomy barn and the likeness of the boy painting the prince still doesn't suit me. On the other hand, what is the matter with my own hammering?

"Well, why"

…………

But what?

We met at night like this, and I didn't think you'd give me a leg in the middle of the day. Moreover, I am surprised at the fact that he came himself instead of using surrogates or sending me letters. I wasn't expecting that much. In front, joy and sorrow overflow in my chest.

Isn't he better than I thought, boy?

"Um, Master Macefield. Who is this man?

"What did this man do?

"Huh? Oh, no, as you can see, I was dressed suspiciously..."

…………

The boy's expression was particularly accentuated.

Then after worrying for a few seconds or so, the words were continued.

"I'm sorry, but can't you just open up? This man is someone I know. That rare outfit must also be a lot of hassle. At least as far as I'm sure I'm concerned, no evil should be at work."

"I understand, sir!

The watchman raised his voice, turning his complexion bright blue.

When I took the key that was lowered to my hips, I panicked and opened the cell. Making a dry noise with Ki, the lattice opens its mouth towards the side of the aisle. The soy sauce face is lucky enough to get out of there. It was a prisoner's life that lasted roughly a few moments.

Unlike before, it is a very smart escape.

Because things have been carried too well, on the contrary, it is disturbing. Given the recent low LUC situation here, it is no exaggeration to call it smooth sailing. It's just that one last cup of Sophia's tea, and then it's time for a whole day to pass. I want to be very careful in the future.

"Also, I'm sorry!

A man on the lookout who bows his head in a gruesome atrophy.

One meeting with him like that, the soy sauce face turns back to the boy.

"Sorry I'm late at night. Thank you for your time."

"Shut up and shut up and follow me."

"Understood."

Following the tingly looking boy, the virgin left behind the barn.

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The destination of the visit was one of a group of buildings in the heart of the city.

I was briefed by the boy on the road, and everything was with the student dormitories at the school where he stays. The imagination of the soy sauce face was quite shooting. Speaking of the boy's current position, he is a sophomore at the same school who has studied abroad.

When it comes to building dormitories, it resembles the Royal School of the Penny Empire. The building is quite large with four floors of total stone. Beyond the front entrance, the interior is an inner hallway, with similar doors extending in line.

This building looks like a men's dorm. Do you think there are other girls' dorms in the neighborhood? I wanted a pretty girl to summon me anyway. Pet handling from a teenage girl. Isn't that enough to reward you for defeating the Demon King?

Travel up the stairs to the third floor.

Walking just slightly, the boy's walk stopped in front of a single door.

"Here."

Growling briefly, he opened the door with the key he had taken out of his nostrils.

Beyond that, a front door is provided and a hallway continues towards the back. There's a door in the poke, and I'm sure there's a living room or something ahead. There are several other doorways lined up. Is it a toilet or kitchen?

"Are you sure?

"Just get in. I don't want other students to see me with you in that outfit."

"... thank you"

Especially if you say so.

Fortunately, I interrupt the boy's house.

Then, shortly after the soy sauce face took a step, the door opened at the end of the hallway leading through the front door. I thought you lived in one of the boys. After suddenly receiving the given sound, my consciousness turned to you reflectively.

It was the girl in the maid who showed up.

"Welcome back, boy"

She found the boy in the front door and let him bow his head respectfully.

He responds to this in light condition.

"Oh, Stella. I just left."

"By the way, who's that dirty outfit over there?

"... I'll explain later. In the meantime, get him something to wear."

"Understood."

She nodded small, turning back her heel, disappearing across the door.

This is, after all, that's it. Sophia for the soy sauce face, girl like that. Plus, he was so cute. The maid cap looked good on the dark hair cut off by Okapa.

Was it as good as the boy when he was old? About junior high school students.

"This way."

"Oh, yes."

As urged by Fong Ma, the soy sauce face is moved from the front door to the living room.