Atelier Tanaka

The dorm room was a splendid one that corresponded to the exterior of the building.

A slightly taller new apartment built in the city. Look at the promotional flyer, the model room, if you can imagine it. However, it is somewhat modest when compared to that of the Royal School. It seems like the size, spacing, conditioning, etc. of the room has been reduced.

In the living room set in the deepest part of such a living room, the soy sauce face was facing the boy and girl. While the former sits on the floor, the latter has the person or landlord sitting down on the couch, and a maid stands beside him to follow him like that

The positional relationship between the two tatami, the height of the virgin's gaze is below the maid's groin. Now if she was a minisca gear, it would have been the best situation. However, the maid in this house has a long skirt hem. Dozens of centimeters below the knee.

You're not educated, boy.

"... so what are you?

My name is Tanaka.

"I've heard that already"

How far should I go to fulfill it? Badly Penny Empire, Count, but it would be troublesome if you could tell us honestly about this and tell us the story to His Majesty. Virgins want to work on a virgin hunt in this land for the time being until most of it cools down.

Well, I honestly don't expect you to believe me.

"How could people be summoned magically, civilians, etc.? Besides, you're not human around here. Not to fall for me, is it?

"No way, I'm just suddenly called up and confused again, too. Where is this one? Can you at least tell me what country, what town it is? I know you're very rude to the Duke's family, but please don't hesitate."

…………

Sit down on the spot and ask the boy.

Operation to look up the maid's tits from the bottom up by lowering the gaze position. Lolita, however, I can't confirm so much meat in her flesh that she's superb. Though I tried to make sure I looked around, I didn't reap much.

"... what do you think? Stella."

…………

Signs of gaze being exchanged between the boy and the maid.

The soy sauce face continues to sit in the ground to wait for the words to continue. They are far superior to their own titles if they are nobles, but also dukes. Let's go above and beyond in the style I solemnly say from below. I got some clothes safely, and worst of all, if I can keep it clean bye, I'll make a whole lot of money.

It's been a long time since I rolled out to Ichii. Adventurer family business or something. Not a bad choice. I've been busy with demon king relationships here lately, and I party with flattering young virgin adventurers to seek adventures and such null and loose days naturally.

I want to keep my heels extended to amateur woman adventurers who get gang-raped by orcs.

"Honestly, I can't measure it"

"I guess."

"Is it true, Bo, that you summoned this man by summoning magic?

"Oh, it's true. Unwillingly."

…………

"Have you heard of Stella? Summoning magic calls people, etc."

"No, at least I've never heard such a story"

"... right"

A boy's grunt, like he gave up somewhere, sounded strangely loud in the room.

Judgment given to Busamen and how. I'm getting tired of my neck, so I look up while I'm aware of my magical face. When I put my neck up and down, I still got chills and my gaze at the maid. If you think of her beauty, you have no choice.

Towards such a virgin, the boy continued his words.

"Once or twice, I would still have been able to leave you alone. However, it cannot be seen again and again like this. I belong to a department dealing with subpoena magic. If it had summoned civilians like you every time, they would have dropped out of school."

…………

"So I have two options to consider"

"Excuse me, may I ask you something?

"One is to solve the mystery of why you are called by summoning magic. I have never heard of such summoning magic in the past. I've never even learned it in school. But I don't think I'm special. I don't know. There must be some reason hidden."

"I see, Master Masefield, you are wise."

"The other thing is to kill you and call a new subpoena."

…………

If you think about it normally, well, you will.

The latter is much easier and easier than the former.

"However, the latter can never be certain. Where I killed you, there's a chance another civilian might be called from. The problem is not that civilians have been called, but that for some reason the same individual is repeatedly summoned."

"Boy. For now, as far as this man is concerned, why don't you kill him?

Tough opinions flew in from the maid.

Surely killing one person to see how it goes is not a bad choice. If a similar opponent is summoned again, then you can choose the former. If he's in a position, one or two of the civilians can't get into the numbers.

"If you give me a word, I'll take care of it for you."

Seriously. I have a little trouble running for office or something.

This maid has a surprisingly exciting face.

"No, wait, let me just think about it"

"Boy is too kind to others"

"But inadvertently taking lives is against my doctrine"

"... I understand"

The maid nodded reluctantly.

Shortly afterwards, I was stunned as much as I wanted. Seriously, I'm dying, I've been turned on like that. It was like looking at dirt. At the same time my heart aches sickly, I feel the heat drifting toward my otin. Masculinity is a complicated thing.

On the other hand, what a human being you are made of.

If I were a nobleman around the Penny Empire, I would have hung on to kill him fast.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to set up this man's room."

"Are you going to let me rest here?

"I thought it would be better to keep an eye on him than to leave him poorly free. Stella wouldn't be late for one or two of the civilians, would she? I'll take care of it, but I want you to take care of it. Why don't you ask me?

"You're as rough as ever as a maid."

The maid nodded and responded as she reluctantly said.

"Thanks, Stella"

Shortly after he sandwiched his mouth, the soy sauce-faced inn decided this evening.

It is a very grateful response to the current state of affairs without a single sentence.

Fang, Ma Ji Fang.

◇ ◆ ◇

The next day, the awakening became unprecedented and exciting.

"Please wake up."

What was inflicted in the midst of the melancholy was the shock that struck his whole body. For a moment, I wondered if I no longer felt the bed I was feeling on my back, and then what I visited was the pain of striking the back uniformly from heel to back to back of head.

"Oops..."

When I realized it, we were falling under the bed.

Thoughts are confused because of the stimuli given in the midst of the awakening as well. I panic and open my eyes to see what the hell happened. Then, besides the ceiling in the living room, it was the maid who looked familiar. It's a form of looking up at her standing around her head in a leaning position.

If it was a minisca, I would definitely have seen it. I'm so sorry.

"... did you wake up?

"Yeah, thanks to you"

Probably magic or something to float a soy sauce-faced body and drop it from the top of the bed. I felt it yesterday, but this maid, she has a rather unforgiving personality. But when they're beautiful girls, that's not bad.

For Busamen, communicating with beautiful girls is a noble thing.

"That's more than anything."

"Thank you for waking me up."

Hopefully for a while now, I wanted to be looked down from the top. I wanted to be stared at with a contemptuous look. If you take a step, you're in the best position to be able to step on this face. Excellent exquisite distance. I'd love to have you spit or something.

But you can't fall asleep too long either.

I get up and stand up with no choice.

"... Fang is calling for you. Come."

"Understood."

And this is a personal warning from me.

The next moment, the maid moved.

Take a step in while taking the left arm of the soy sauce face with your right hand. I thought, I was pulled to the back by force and twisted up to push it to the back. When was the knife held in his left hand, and the blade was accompanied to touch this throat?

My twisted shoulder hurts. It's just horrible how soothing metal feels, given to the skin of the throat more than that. A small knife about a dozen centimeters across the blade, but still a sufficient substitute to rip your throat off.

"I'm not like Boy. If I do anything strange, I will dispose of it immediately."

"Excuse me, what's odd?

…………

…………

I can harden my body to the opposite sex, more comfortable than I imagined. Painfully good. I just want to have some more fun and it goes on naturally and lightly. I like the feel of the flat hand of the maid holding this wrist. Slightly higher body temperatures give me a glitch. I want you to feel it, the pulse of a virgin.

"Do you want to die on this occasion now?

"... my mouth has passed. Excuse me."

"Just do your duty and come to the living room."

"Okay. I'll be on my way."

Freedom came back to the body as Busamen nodded.

She left the living room with the knife inside her maid's clothes. The baton and the sound are also loudly closed on the other side of the door, the footsteps called cuttlefish retreat far away. Would you realise once again that a powerful loremade full of loyalty is a good thing?

While enjoying the aftermath, the virgin left her room behind.

If you cross one door past the hallway, there is a living room in Bochanma's house.

There was already a landlord figure there. The boy is in the same uniform as yesterday and sits on a dining chair. The front table is lined with dishes like soup, bread and salad. It's easy to imagine that it would be his breakfast.

Face-to-face, by way of example, a maid who refrains from standing upright.

"Are you awake?"

"Ah, yes. Sorry I'm late."

The boy who saw the face of the soy sauce face told the maid.

"Stella, feed this man too."

"Boy, you can't eat with civilians."

"Ask this person to go to school together. Now time is more wasted than such an old stinking decision. I can't be late for class because I'm a privileged student. I'm sorry, but can't you prioritize my convenience?

"... I understand"

Like I said reluctantly, the maid turns toward the kitchen.

If a pretty girl is dealing with her, she doesn't have to know, and Busamen, who can't be any horse like this, say the boy will serve her a meal. He's still a good guy. The bed I took care of last night was also fuzzy and very comfortable.

"Thank you for waiting"

Slightly, the maid came back.

The basin is supported in its hands, and there is a somewhat impoverished menu on top compared to what the boy eats. Oatmeal specifically. Some drooling liquid soup is served on a plate.

"Go ahead."

It was placed at the foot of the standing soy sauce face.

It rests directly on the floor.

"Stella?"

"It is unacceptable for civilians to reach the same table as Bo Ma. And you can still get enough of your meal. I have no problems heading to school either. Am I right? We have a spoon."

"... well, it has to be"

Nodding small, Bo returned to his meal.

Learn to do this. The soy sauce face calms down on the living room floor.

"I'll have it."

The breakfast served looking at the maid's lower body from a low position is excellent. I can also enjoy and eat unsavory oatmeal. Now if her skirt was a mini, I had nothing to say. I wonder why her maid clothes aren't mini.

I regret all that since last night.

Can't you check under the skirt somehow? Eating meals while thinking about it. Busamen inquired, anticipating when it was time for Bo to flatten the meal on the plate.

"Um, excuse me, may I have a moment?

"What?

"I have one favor to ask you to go outside."

"... say it"

"I want you to tell me the least bit of common sense. It is, for example, the name of this country, the positioning of the schools to which Mr. Macefield goes, the identity of those who are studying together in the study hall, and such a minimum of common sense."

"I see."

Although I asked you yesterday, it is a matter that has been put through.

Still, the virgin bastard doesn't know what place he was called. I had the opportunity to keep in mind the situation in some of my neighboring countries when it came to running competitions in Dragon City. If it's a country you can remember, you can tell by the distance.

"This is a town called Fist in the Kingdom of Cherry."

"I see."

Oh, my God, it's Chara Man Brothers country.

If you stand out badly, you're likely to catch their eye. Flat yellow is noticeable. Good thing I checked early. By the way, from the country to Dragon City, I feel like we've had quite a distance. They were also coming by airship.

Think of it that way, it's not medium bad as a vacation destination.

"In old times, they said there was only school. We're talking about people gathering around it step by step and getting in shape as a town as it is now. I'm not a person in this country anymore, so I don't even know so much about it"

"I see you have such a history"

"And the majority of people who go to school are aristocrats. Essentially, civilians only enter and leave the class of servants. If you don't want to get into unnecessary trouble, it's not to leave under me. I don't know what country you were called from, but the bigger the town, the bigger the separation between nobles and civilians."

"Understood."

You'll be certified Kappe at some point.

It's just, well, busamentically, that's more convenient, so let's just leave it like this. It is true that knowledge of the Cherry Kingdom is shallow. I know him poorly, and I don't bother to shame him. It's fortunate to be flushed around at times like this.

"Is that all you want to hear?

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

"All right, then let's go."

Boy who finished his meal took his seat.

It is time to attend school.

◇ ◆ ◇

After taking the meal, the soy sauce face was taken to school by Bo Ma.

The purpose is to visit a teaching who is studying summoning magic in the same school. If it's a problem we can't solve ourselves, we have the nerve to gather information from others. Perhaps similar events have occurred in the past, is what Bo said.

However, he is currently a student of the same school in the advanced system.

So during the day, I need to attend classes.

So the problem is the treatment of the middle-aged bastard who came all the way to school with him. It's good that I brought you here, but we need to somehow kill time between classes and classes where Boy will be free, until the so-called time off.

Besides, the place is a high so school where nobles travel.

"Wait for me there."

Speaking out unilaterally, the boy went into the classroom.

What was left later was Busamen.

…………

Looking at the pathan and tight classroom doors, well, what's up?

Just as dormitories for students were, so are school buildings. It consists of a line of buildings reminiscent of a total stone palace. However, it still feels somewhat inferior when compared to the Royal School of the Penny Empire.

"I wonder what? That civilian." "Isn't that yellow?" "And it's flat." "Maybe that's it? Look, he called me in yesterday's class." "Oh, is that it? What a duke's." "Yes, it looks like a summoner called by a non-duke." "No, a house with a poor country is a poor minister until a summoner." "Must be."

What is given from the perimeter is a strange gaze. Wearing the same uniform as the boy, the students and the boys and girls at the same school pass by the busamen to the right and to the left as they talk to each other.

…………

There is no destination. But if I stand here, I'm absolutely confident I'll get tangled up. It would definitely be welcome if the other person was a girl, but it is mostly decided to be a messy bastard to get involved in these situations.

But what? If you don't, they call you a non-duke.

Could it be that the Nipple Kingdom is a poor country?

When this happens, it is the standing position of the soy sauce face that is particularly susceptible to entanglement.

"... go"

Let's take it slow where it's out of sight until class is over.

Walk down the hallway with quick feet as you turn your heels back.

Head to the less crowded, quietly in the corner.

The school is inferior to the Royal School of the Penny Empire because of its size and money hanging. The building is also old fashioned. It feels, however, that there is goodness in it or that it values history. In contrast to the castles of the Penny Empire, etc.

A bit of a tourist mood if popularity draws from the surroundings.

Wouldn't you be glad to bring your meeher maid or something?

…………

In doing so, the soy sauce face even came to a nice place.

It is a courtyard space, surrounded by buildings.

A number of benches are provided for your convenience. I'm sure it makes me imagine that many students will be spreading lunch here during lunch break at the same school. However, I am currently idle when I am in class.

Fortunately for this, Busamen lowered his back and took a breath. I've been walking extensively since I went through the student dormitory, so I'm as comfortable with my tired ankles as I am. If you look around, you can peek at the beautifully maintained trees.

"... Nice place."

I was whining naturally.

Then there is one voice that responds to such soy-sauce-faced words.

"Do exotics understand that? The good here."

I didn't think there was anyone else.

Looking back at the side that sounded aggressive. Then there, a clerk-style man was mowing the grass. I'm kneeling on the ground, pulling out weeds. Beside it we could confirm the buds pulled out of the roots.

It was seen as being in a managerial position at the same location.

"Yeah, I think it's a great place. I guess I've spent a long time taking good care of him. The size of your trees is modest, but the history you've built is no less than that of the surrounding buildings."

I'll tell you what I mean when I point out the trees that grew bonsai.

Its size as a tree is small relative to the age felt from its appearance. It will be until then when it comes to being such an ecological plant. However, when I remembered the bonsai plants that fit in the planting pot, I said that.

"You know what I mean?

"What if you're surrounding the roots in the ground?

The size of the tree is proportional to the root.

Bonsai can continue to be bonsai because the size of the bowl does not change.

"... Excuse me, are you an undergraduate student?

"No, I was hoping to learn from someone I knew, so I took a trip."

"I see..."

"I'm sorry if I have any disrespect. Please excuse me..."

"No, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?

"I don't think outsiders can tell you that at first glance."

Clerk looking at Busamen with a grunt and impression.

As far as I can see from this article on the internet, I apologize. I'm so ashamed of myself in front of a great inquiry, it's all over my chest. When I try this, I can honestly make people realize that there is less knowledge to be proud of than I thought.

That must be nothing more than what I myself ascertained with my own eyes and feet.

"Some plants have a root size proportional to the overall size of the tree. There are actually surprisingly few people who know this fact. This is the tree that the university's founding fathers supposedly described to their students as using in their experiments at the time."

"You're a very historic tree."

"Mm-hmm. This is a forest tree split. If it was meant to be, it wouldn't compare to a learning house or anything."

Looking at the buildings surrounding the courtyard, let me tell you something, clerk.

You have eyes that stare even at something dazzling.

"That's amazing."

Besides, online articles, it doesn't normally work when it's the world over here.

Apparently there are only a few trees whose roots are proportional to the size of the ground. This is why the fantasy world is not alarmed. Then magic and beast ears already exist. I've been feeling a little bit better. We need to change our consciousness in the future.

"I showed you something good. I think it's a wonderful garden."

"You should take your time. Time flows equally to everyone"

"Thank you"

"This word is also a legacy of the founding fathers."

"You're respected"

"Uhm."

Please take the time to announce that even if a stranger Busamen is your opponent. What a good man. I feel extremely calm thanks to it. Though that's why I don't feel comfortable staying long.

…………

Busamen sitting on the bench and crushing their spare time.

Corner of such a virgin's vision, the clerk is pulling out the weed. One by one, picked by hand and unplugged. The work of crouching seems to be difficult when it comes to old age and his appearance. On the other hand, don't do anything in particular, but relax gracefully.

That's why, oh, damn it.

"... can I help you?

"No, no, I'm fine"

"But even if it's a courtyard, it's a lot of space."

'Cause this is my important job again.'

"I see."

With all the young students around, I guess it's hard, I don't know. A school clerk or a lollicon stands to admire once. Still, I knew that if I looked at real life this way, it would be enough once every three days, or so I felt.

No, there are a lot of cute girls at school here, like every two days.

"Though, I haven't been hipping a bit lately..."

"Let me help you"

"I'm sorry."

"No, because there's nothing else to do"

The unexpected free time of birth was serene with a strange elderly man like that, pulling out weeds and other things. How many years have you been draining weed? In the first place, it is the first time in more than a decade that dirt bullies themselves.

I feel like I could have had a great time unexpectedly thanks to you.

◇ ◆ ◇

After a while from the dirt, Busamen returned to Fang Ma.

I had heard the class plans beforehand, so I was able to bring them in without delay. The bell rings at the beginning and end of the class is no different from the school of the Penny Empire. However, the sound was somewhat monotonous compared to what he knew.

Hurry down the hallway For a while, there was a look of Boy in front of a familiar classroom.

"Are you here?"

"I'm sorry. Thank you for waiting."

Then let's go.

"Yes."

I also thought I'd buy my anger for keeping you waiting, but I never got blamed for this. He starts walking with Stasta as he turns his heel back. I felt it during breakfast, but it seems that the nobility of the Penny Empire doesn't care as much about the quality of the difference in status.

The soy sauce face lasted hastily on its back.

Depending on walking down the hallway, the gaze of curiosity still turns from the surroundings and doesn't stop. It's not just for students, it's also for teachers. What is spoken is a rumor that is not very different from what I heard earlier.

Fang walks down the hallway in a refreshing way without feeling like he was doing anything about it. When he is handsome, it is a sight to be painted. If Busamen had been alone, it would have felt like a middle-aged diagram that would have been nail-bounced from the younger generation.

That's why some people don't seem to think he's funny like that.

"Come on, it looks like the non-Duke has strange civilians with him, huh?

A few male students appeared to block our way.

It is the leader handsome who stands in the center of it that has called out. Longer golden hair is solidified in a leatherette style with a pommerd-like hair conditioner. The most handsome thing about a luxuriously raised forehead is that it drips slightly and plumps in the eye area.

I wanted to try the soy sauce face because that's the same hairstyle, good for once. Isn't it fitting just about his age or when a girl starts admiring the bad? Even if his face is somewhat unfortunate, even this hairstyle could have been hot. It's the kind of style that makes you feel hopeful.

"... it's you again"

I was blocked from going, and Bo stopped walking.

Busamen also stop at his oblique back.

Towards those two, a leasing he also spoke out loud.

"What the fuck? You couldn't possibly use subpoena magic and have prepared a subpoena in front of you? No, but there won't be that in the boulder. No matter how poor you are, couldn't you at least look for one of the Beast Slaves? What do you say?

Reese boy who will incite the boy by the outspoken.

As he ended the dialogue, multiple voices echoed that it was so from the surroundings. It's a sight reminiscent of Estelle's tea party, which she once viewed at the Royal School. The Lolivitch Legion was the best then. I couldn't wait to have all the cute kids.

On the other hand, it smells like a man this time.

"This man is the true one, called by my summoning magic"

"Say stupid, there's a guy in every school who summons magic to call civilians"

"I thought you were here."

"It wasn't until today that I dressed up like that. If a Summoning Magic student is judged unable to use Summoning Magic in a busy manner, even if it was a privileged student, there is no need to consider the school's decision. Okay, here's the confirmation, can I pay you for tuition here?

…………

As soon as the topic moved on to talking about money, the look on Boy's face became harsh.

Apparently my parents are definitely poor. And I also understand that soy sauce face is expensive if this hand school tuition is done. I have not been admitted to the Royal School of the Penny Empire back entrance to Dada. In retrospect, he's still supposed to be a classmate.

"What's up? Ha! The line of favor is a little dirty civilian jerk!

Rezent boy's gaze is directed at Chirali and Busamen.

The shaking of the forehead dripping in the eye area is perfect.

I admire it from the bottom of my heart. For once, I wanted to cheer up with those hairstyles. I wanted to lengthen my collar legs and stuff and hang them on my shoulders and back. I showed my company juniors a subtle picture of me when I was younger, and actually I used to yank it up, too, and I wanted to talk about a dialogue like that.

Still, huh? Senior, are you serious? Psst. I wanted to take a yoisho like that. Shit. Shit, shit. Looking at the Reese boy, the lost youth is still inspired by this.

"Let's go. The rest of the day will be over even if we have any more."

I walked away again, boy.

He takes his steps sideways to bypass a bunch of frustrators lined up in the front. However, according to Boy's movements, they also shifted their standing positions. I haven't challenged Dada in large numbers. The perimeter becomes a wall and blocks us from going.

"Can you please step back?

"I advanced to two years and this one learned a lot of new magic. I don't know how it was when I was a year old, but if it was you who failed in two years of undergraduate class, or me who could use magic for real, which would be stronger?

"Huh..."

A magic formation rises at the feet of the Reese boy.

I thought, several ice columns floated around him. Is it about the size of a bottle of alcohol? About a few of them float in the air to focus on this one, emitting brilliant cold air.

"The exercise of magic without permission is forbidden in school."

"You don't have to find out."

At the same time as the boy's arm was waved, the ice-column popped out simultaneously.

Fong pulled herself aside and avoided this.

Made a low noise with Zudododododo, conical it pierced where he had stood so far. If you can see more or less, but you still hit it, the injury is an inevitable blow. You're a pretty aggressive character.

"What's the matter, you're not gonna do it back? Special students."

…………

With only a few exchanges, I could see the two positions within the school. Busamen seemed to struggle harder than he imagined. The pungent character of the lollymade that leans against him may also be the result of these school lives.

It is a story that has nothing to do with Busamen, no matter how hard a handsome man struggles on this occasion.

If that is with a promising young handsome young man, it should be left all the more alone. Competition for survival is tough. The frustration of one or more handsome men on this occasion now brightens the future of the Busamen brothers of the world.

He is, however, the summoner of soy sauce faces.

Given the current status of the Summoner, well, what is it?

Even if you add up a little bit, you can't hit a bee.

"Dear Masefield, may I have a moment?

"Shut up. You pinch your mouth..."

"Now I have a history of being summoned by Master Masefield."

Let me be somewhat forceful.

Attack magic, healing magic, and convenient magic abound in this world, it's surprisingly easy to get hurt. I can't watch too long because it's a children's fight. When was the first time I was reminded of Shota dick and Pea?

"Then what is it?"

"Thanks to you, Master Masefield has not been able to invoke any other new subpoenas. So why don't you think like this? I was wondering if the summoner summoned by the summoner could be enough of Master Macefield's summoner."

"... what are you talking about?

"It means exactly what you say."

"Are you telling me that civilians like you can use subpoena magic? Ariem."

"Well, what do you say?"

There should be no problem with skill points.

The defeat of the Demon King should raise the level at least.

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LvMax

Purifying Magic: LV5

Flight Magic: LV55

Civil Magic: LV10

Skill Points Remaining: 153

Whoa, they're coming.

I'm getting worse than I thought.

Take this...

Passive:

Magic Recovery: LvMax

Magic Efficiency: LvMax

Language knowledge: LV1

Active:

Recovery Magic: LvMax

Flame Magic: LvMax

Purifying Magic: LV5

Flight Magic: LV55

Civil Magic: LV10

Summoning Magic: LV1

Skill Points Left: 152

Here's the thing.

Fine. You're handsome. It's Dompisha.

Unlike during flight magic this time, I didn't have to go all the way in. After all, this kind of thing is important to add and subtract, you know? Even if you call in too many layers of animals, that makes it hard to prepare meals, take walks, and take care of yourself.

"Summoning magic requires higher technology than normal magic. It's the first magic that anyone with enough qualities can achieve by spending a lot of time learning. You don't get a chance to get a busy education. It can be exercised by civilians."

"Let us summon the true Summoner of Masefield."

"Hey, you talk about people..."

Oh, come on, boy. Whatever you say, the soy sauce face acts on summoning magic. I'm getting quite a bit of a level, and my status is appropriate, and even if I called it in appropriately, I wonder if a good looking animal would come.

Oh, you must come.

So let me pose like that, as well as shout aloud.

"Nooo!

A magic formation emerged at the foot of the soy sauce face without allowing her to hold her hair in between.

We are thrilled to see what kind of partner comes along, excited, and exercised with less than a heartbeat. This is how I experienced it myself and understood it again. In the heart of a boy who has summoned a naked, scrupulous middle-aged man.

"No way..."

Another piece apart from the one floating at the foot of the soy sauce face, a magic formation is painted on the front.

I'm sure you'll be summoned there, I guess.

You have a user experience.

By the way, I thought I was in the middle of a lot of summoning positions. What if I call a giant guy, like a dragon mode lorigon? Wouldn't it be a hell of a noise?

I'd prefer it to be small if possible. Please, be a little girl, please.

"Summon!

Now in a hurry, Busamen raise their voices to pray.

Then, at the right time, the magic team glowed. With a dazzling flash, everyone present turns away from each other. What kind of animal was invoked after all? I can see how the statue is tied in a bright white stained vision.

Then for a while, the glow subsided in about seconds.

As the magic team grows up, everyone's attention returns.

Then there was a sloppy bird the size of a soccer ball. I have a feeling it's cuter than I thought. Could it be because I wanted a little girl?

"Huh, huh..."

Besides, I'm dying for some reason.

It is a silhouette that feels like a sight. However, the colour of the feathers is white. I am furthermore fuzzy about this. On the other hand, eyeballs, couches, and toes (Ashiyubi) are bright red. Such a creature is bloody all over his body, repeated pimples and cramps.

It's going to run out now. I can't stand it for a few minutes if I leave you alone. My legs are both bent in a non-destructive direction. One feather is loosened wide, causing the built-in to hint at the tip of the red and wet feather. Here and there. The body with its feathers is even more pathetic.

"Such an idiot, ho, you really summoned me!?

Boy raised his voice looking terribly surprised.

He stares at Mr. Bird, as if he had found a ghost in the graveyard.

Also, this applies to students other than him. I saw the bird summoned by the flat yellow, and it looked like it was in a state of amazement. I didn't think a civilian, possibly a horsebone anywhere, would succeed in subpoenaing magic.

…………

"Huh..."

I got eyes on Mr. Bird.

There is no doubt that this creature was summoned in response to Busamen's summoning magic. As a responsible summoner, you can't let it go. Rather, it was too pathetic a sight, and the body was moving reflexively.

The soy sauce face exerts full healing magic toward Mr. Bird.

"Heels!

With the hanging voice, the wounded flesh heals. The wound was blocked, and the feathers that fell out were also fuzzy as they had originally been. It was only the blood attached to the body that could not be wiped, but the injuries that were visible between them instantly disappeared.

I was watching that, and I thought.

Wild creatures are good.

He is wearing an ecological equipment called body hair. Even if you notice in intense combat, you'll be back on track as long as you have a heel. On the other hand, how about this soy sauce face? I feel like I'm being stripped of my clothes at every event.

After a few seconds like that, Mr. Bird was completely happy.

"Huh!?

I thought my voice rang loud too, and I stood up in a terrible surprise.

Check this out. Busamen breathes a sigh of relief.

"Huh! Huh? Huh?

You must have understood that the origin of the restorative magic is the soy sauce face. The bird, feeling a little excited, is heading this way and doing the feathers in a rusty manner, while his voice is also ringing loud. I'm trying so hard to pinch it. I wonder what he wants to tell you.

Are you intimidating me from a state of fear?

Are you saying thank you?

are you confused by forgetting me again?

I have no idea.

That and this is probably because the exterior is stuffed and plain.

"Are you all right?

"Fu cu! Huh? Huh?

Honestly, it's a subpoena where majesty and piercing can't be felt.

But it's soothing to watch.

The first reminder was that I spent a day in the zoo bird corner with a fool when I was about to be frustrated by the livestock business.

Initially planned corners of hanging out with small animals are occupied by chicks and must be reported if middle-aged busamens are mixed on single rides. This is similar to a large mammalian cage neighborhood, headed by a panda, where the eyes of families and couples could not be exhausted anywhere in the zoo visited by themselves.

A neglected and neglected bird corner warmly welcomed such a virgin of one person. Wasn't popular with businessmen. Thanks to this I was able to admire it carefully. The way it moves around so much that it reacts to Busamen's every move as he crosses the cage was also kind of asexually healed.

I could do my best from the next day.

Since then, there has been a lot of respect for his species.

"... who are you?

Fang asked me.

I don't even have to be questioned again.

"Right. Strongly speaking, is it the Summoner of Masefield?"

It didn't have to be anything, but I just dressed it up.