Atelier Tanaka

[Sophia perspective]

It's been one night since Mr. Tanaka disappeared into the well.

The face of our Dragon City is gathered in the office at sunrise in the middle of a meeting. People associated with this city, including Mr. Gonzalez and Mr. Neumann and the Duke of Fitzclarence, face to face without one exception.

In the wake of Mr. Tanaka's absence, it is up to him to consider future responses.

There are two main items on the agenda for the meeting.

One is about the post-processing of the Demon King's Crusade. If it is just a clerical process, we can proceed even in the absence of Mr Tanaka. However, the external announcement does not. It is unprecedented, such as the victory parade with the parties absent.

So what becomes important is another agenda, the search for Mr Tanaka's whereabouts. Where did he go after all? Still today, opinions fly among all gathered in the office.

"We should send out a circular to every country right now!

"Liz, you better wait for that. It is not a good idea to be informed by other countries that he is missing in this situation. That is what makes all Count Tanaka's efforts meaningless. Disclosure of information should be minimal."

"But Dad, so how do you find me?!?

"I understand what Liz is trying to say, and I feel the same way about you. As Duke of Fitzclarence, it is much easier to take charge of the brave men of the west than it is to take charge of him. However, I still want to reward Count Tanaka, who is no one else in this case."

"Huh..."

"Nobody else deserves the honor of fighting the Demon King, it's his."

"But, and if he dies, that's exactly what it is!?

"... it's okay, Liz. Something a man like him would die so easily."

Dear Estelle, you are very rough.

The Duke of Fitzclarence, who answers this, also looks very difficult. I fully understand Master Estelle's concerns, and on the other hand, I don't know what the Duke of Fitzclarence says or understands.

It's the honor of the Demon King Crusade.

Everyone will want enough to get their hands out of their throats.

Apart from those two, those who surround the table and overlap words with this are magically resistant people, such as Master Farren and Mr. Elf, as well as professors of journals who seem to tease the school city.

"Elf alchemist, wouldn't there have been any magical traces?

"I've been trying a lot since last night, but so far I haven't got a clue about this. But there's no doubt that the magic that grabbed him is like space magic. Just take a little longer, or maybe you'll know something."

"Right..."

"If this person can't find it, it might be hard to find a boulder."

Mr. Elf was at work all night last night. You have a big beard under your eyes. The maid has also been transported to her several times for evening meals, tea, etc., so I know the effort.

But even she doesn't seem to have one clue.

Really, Mr. Tanaka, where have you been?

"Yeah, let's just go find it!

Mr. Dragon, who cut the paralysis, raised his voice.

She has moved the place at some point like that, with a door behind her that leads to the hallway. Indeed, with Mr. Dragon's mobility, we may be able to look for Mr. Tanaka more efficiently than others do.

But still, it seems very difficult to find someone who isn't addressed. Were you reminded of one incident in the Great Holy Nation? Even within just one town, it was hard to find every person.

"Even if we go looking for it, we should keep the minimum hits on it. The world is much bigger and more complicated than you think. It's hard to catch his flying tip when he's on his way to allowance."

"Guru, my wings will be fine!

"Say fool, in such a way that you can manage towards such luck entrustment..."

That's what I said, and it looks like Mr. Hugh noticed something.

The gaze that was headed for Mr. Dragon accidentally turned this way.

"No, it could be."

There is a nibble and a grin on its mouth.

What is it?

I have a bad feeling about this, too.

◇ ◆ ◇

The summoning magic unleashed with confidence by the soy sauce face summoned the adorable bird.

"Fu cu! Huh? Huh?

Winged hard and still never looking to fly, makes me feel something smiling somewhere. It is also strange because the strange chirping that you cannot hear, when you hear it repeatedly in this way, feels comfortable.

"Dear Masefield, this is the true summoner who will serve you today."

…………

The boulder boy doesn't seem to have a word either.

I guess it's mellow on how cute it is.

Let it be.

"Come on, follow our covenant and protect him more than he does."

Stare at the Reese boy standing in front of us and give instructions to Mr. Bird.

I don't remember having exchanged covenants or anything, but I've appropriately spoken of dialogue or something, wondering if summoning magic is such a thing. If I put it in person, I would be very sorry for it just after I returned from a dying serious illness.

However, nonetheless, Mr. Bird turned to the Reese boy to answer his virgin voice.

It's a shape that twists and turns and buttocks to the side of the busament.

"Hurray!

Apparently, this one conveyed its intentions correctly.

Mr. Bird honks to intimidate him, shaking his lovely ass puffy. From time to time, I flutter my wings with the rust, conveying a very good feeling of hard work. It feels like you're trying to fight hard, but it also hisses on the side you're looking at.

Something like this is making me want to pick it up and hug it.

I want to take it home and brag to Dr. Editor.

"How about that? The Maysfield family is proud of the horrors of the Warcraft."

"Huh..."

When asked, Reese Boy answered with the way he had returned to me.

Seems like the subpoena has taken my consciousness away from me until now.

"What can such a little bird do!

"When you look fooled, you see painful eyes, don't you?

I've tried to speak appropriately, but I wonder what the truth is.

It is at times like this that it is the turn of the status window.

Name: Dafi

Gender: Male

Race: Phoenix

Level: 7

Job: Dispatch

HP: 3120/3120

MP: 4201/4201

STR: 4302

VIT: 3200

DEX: 1839

AGI: 5201

INT: 6210

LUC: 6201

Seriously.

Even if not, when will it be the same species as the birds you encounter on the Dark Continent? Think about it size, it seems to be that toddler. I'm amazed at the boulder that such a pretty girl is going to grow up like that.

So far, it's not much different from Nui's, but I'm a little scared of what happens when this grows. Moreover, the adults disputed in the past were quite silly. Was that by definition an individual characteristic, or was it of a nature as a species?

Enjoy it as a pet of the Macefield family with a soy sauce face for the moment.

"Hey, you're superior! What a lag for a bird like this!

It will be a serious look, Reese boy turning to Mr. Bird.

Then, against him like that, a voice of condemnation flew from all around him.

Flew mainly from female students.

"Wow cute" "Maybe you're going to shoot magic at such a cute girl?" "I don't care how many Bursleys, I don't know if it's a boulder." "I'll try to learn subpoena magic, too." "How do you call it that?" I'd like to try that too. "" It's a little terrible what to do with such a pretty girl. "

It is a very comforting backup projectile.

Thanks to you, Reese. The boy is a tadzi.

"Gu......"

Speaking of birds, on the other hand, they still make their wings rusty. He continues his intimidation scheme while jumping. Even shortly after being summoned, you apparently took a request from your soy sauce face with sincerity.

It is a more faithful creature than I thought.

I'm kind of starting to feel sorry for you the other way around.

"It's a privileged thing to do, hiring wizards from elsewhere!

Reese boy who says it off in a hasty manner.

Even if we differ from the world in this way, holding an initiative in student life seems to be someone who has a female student on his side. As a result, he threw up a throw-up dialogue and left the place. The same is true of the surrounding students.

Around the corner of the hallway, the group became invisible from us.

By confirming this, Mr. Bird looks back at his soy sauce face.

And when I bragged somewhere about my chest, I let it ring out loud.

"Fu cu!

Don't you do a good job?

"This demon, ho, are you sure you called it in?

"I know there are a lot of questions. But, Master Macefield, first of all, could you ask him for a nutritious meal and a compliment for doing the job he was given?"

"Oh...... ok"

I think it's time for this school to take a lunch break.

◇ ◆ ◇

I changed places and moved to the school's courtyard.

Sitting alongside Bo Ma on the bench at the garden where Busamen were crushing their spare time until the last minute. On my lap is a lunch box that I bought together in the school cafeteria. It looks like something to eat in the dining room, but I asked the maid at the service to take it out.

Not many people seem to eat anything outdoors, and the courtyard also sees no other sign of people. When you are a nobleman, there are many ways to make a daily meal. Thanks to this, the place is our rental out.

"Was this demon really summoned with your magic?

"Well, what do you think? Maybe Master Macefield made sense."

…………

Ahead of the two stares, Mr. Bird sits down.

It's the space between the soy sauce face and the boy.

On the front of it is arranged the same lunch box as the one we had in our hands, which he puffs deliciously as he throats this with a cum. I thought nuts and worms were the staple foods when it comes to birds, but surprisingly anything seems to come.

By the way, today's lunch menu will be a salad to accompany Burger, who sandwiched the main dish meat dish. Mr. Bird is not only talking meat, but also bread and salad. I think it's very good that it's health-conscious.

"Why, why not me, but you..."

"Master Macefield?

Ever since I saw the summoning magic of the soy sauce face, I haven't been feeling well about Boy. He looks terribly depressed and doesn't even try to get his hands on his lunch. I've also eaten about half of one of several sandwiches and it's stopped.

"I don't think I'm a genius. However, I am still complacent that I have worked harder than the crowd. As hard as it can be believed that you will never lose to a concurrent wizard, the struggle has overlapped. I wonder what this result is."

…………

It is a busamen with sore ears when it is said so.

I don't know what purpose he has after all. However, it was understandable that this was who blocked that path. So I guess, instead of the path I've blocked, I'd like to cooperate enough to illuminate a new way to go.

"Does Master Macefield have any mission to exchange?

"Huh..."

Instead, I asked, and my eyebrows trembled pickly.

I don't know, could it have been a mine?

Now the enemy of my late sister, or if they say so, I might get in trouble with the boulders.

"… the mission is to have"

"Is that why you need subpoena magic?

"Yes."

"Is it difficult if not summoning magic?

There will be many other things about magic.

I recommend fireballs for soy sauce faces. That is good magic. Beginning with daily lighting substitutes, it has also been used for oak extermination, dragon extermination, and more recently demon king extermination. There will be no more reliable magic.

"May I ask you something?

…………

I'm going to ask you a little bit more consciously about Hard Boiled.

Then Bo laid down his face and started staring at the sandwich at hand. Something seemingly distressing tells the person who sees the distress as perhaps beautiful. He's a good-looking guy who looks worried.

If Busamen did the same thing, I'm sure his stomach would look like he's having trouble handling his lunch with a full glass.

"Never impossible, though."

"... you know the battle of Granus?

No, I don't know.

"Once upon a time, in the southern countries, a great power with an absolute power attacked an adjacent small nation. The difference in national power was overwhelming, and everyone thought it would be an overwhelming victory for the great powers. That's not going to take weeks, that the small country is going to fall."

"You had a war like that."

"But it was a small country that won"

"Why is that again?

"The army of a great power was defeated by only one summoner who assembled it into a small nation. That didn't leave the enemy either. I completely disintegrated it. In the wake of that war, the great powers lost much of their national power. On the contrary, it creates a gap that comes from the neighbouring country, so much so that it later perishes."

"Oh, my God, that's happening again."

"Especially your words. The battle of Granus itself, will be more than a hundred years old. There is no denying the possibility that the facts are being passed on distorted. Even researchers in school cities talk about a lot of skeptical views. But it's true that while the small nations remain, the big ones are doomed."

"I see."

"I don't see this story as a frown spit. It must have happened."

In the eyes of the talking boy, something hot seemed to dwell.

I can understand Busamen if they talk this far. But then would his mission be a big story on a considerable scale? At least now you won't imitate like one division-led to do the enemy of your late sister.

"Master Macefield seems to have a great mission."

"That's why we can't just hang around here."

…………

But when they say that, it's hard.

This one's a complete villain. It is a standing position that inhibits his mission and does not stop. But because of the boulder, there's no reason to stick your neck in poorly. I am Lord of the Earl of Tanaka in the Penny Empire. Absolutely out of the country Yancha or something.

"Nothing. All summoning magic is not magic. How about someone else learn magic? In this world there is only one blow, and there is also magic powerful enough to destroy a giant castle. Boy, you're still young."

"Is that saying a blow from the contemporary demon king?

"Yeah, well, that's one example of that."

With regard to one of the Demon Kings, this seems to be a topic of discussion in the southern countries. Then, as with the Republic of Pussy, there may be a few damaged countries. Was Fang's country okay?

"My country seemed too small to be dealt with, but the neighboring country heard about the devastation of the capital in one blow. With so much magic, my mission may be accomplished even if I do not learn to summon."

"Yes."

"But it's impossible for humans to unleash so much magic. If you are such people as the world-renowned demonic nobility of the Penny Empire or a journal professor in a school city, maybe you will. But at least I don't think I can."

I didn't expect to hear their names until here.

You're more famous than I thought.

"This is how I learn magic in school, which is why I see something called my own limits. The only possibility we can get beyond that is subpoena magic. Complement quality by numbers, which I believe is the essence of summoning magic"

"... I see"

Is that what summoning magic is all about?

Anyway, I doubt looking at Mr. Bird.

"Fuku"

Then he reluctantly placed it on the side of his soy sauce face just before swallowing a slice of vegetables sandwiched in the couch. Could it be a recommendation? Though I don't remember looking so desperate.

Again, intercultural communication is difficult. That's why I want to take care of each and every one of these opportunities and build trust. Busamen picked the vegetables he had received at his fingertips and carried them to his mouth, where they tasted shaky and delicious.

Let's give you some meat instead.

Pick some of the meat that was sandwiched in the burger at his fingertips and offer it before him.

"Huh, huh, huh!

Pleasant bird. Lovely.

Indeed summoning magic is wonderful magic.

But he's a male, isn't he?

"If you can really use subpoena magic, can you teach me subpoena magic? No matter how many times I repeat, if my magic only you can summon makes sense, I'm sure that's why."

"No, it's the..."

I can't teach a boulder or anything. If it was around the editor teacher or the magical nobleman, I must have taught well. However, none of the magic on the soy sauce face is appropriate, so I can't teach people.

However, Boy is a desperate figure.

"Please, please."

…………

You're in trouble.

If this happens, that's it. An operation that appropriately speaks of spirituality and diverges it.

That's all that comes to mind.

"It may be possible to teach you magic from me. However, I do not understand Master Maysfield's mission. And past powers do harm not only to themselves, but to their surroundings. I can't give you this easily."

"... Again, yeah"

"Yes."

Let's get through this with a properly sounding dialogue.

I thought of it as something like that, but Boy is more desperate than my soy sauce face imagined.

"Then listen to me. Talk about me."

"Master Macefield?

The more we talk, the more awesome the look on Boy's face increases. It is a hunch of continuation of the talk. With this look, it's unlikely to cut up easily. Busamen and handsome exchanges continue across birds who get lunch looking delicious.

"My origins, as I told you this morning, are the kingdom of Nipple."

"Yes."

But there's a lie in what I told you.

"Lie, is it?

"I'm not a Macefield family person"

"... what does that mean?

"The Nipple Royal Family, in its First Prince status"

…………

I heard another nasty story.

I mean, is that something I can talk about on this occasion? Besides, the person I made him listen to is a strange middle-aged man who was summoned by summoning magic a few days ago. There will also be some unidentified identity.

"Never mind. If we don't get your help, it'll be years of life."

"... may I ask why?

"Do you understand the dynamics of the reunification of the southern countries?

"No, not in much detail..."

It's like someone used to talk like that, like they didn't.

I remember the sound of the word, but I don't remember exactly what it is. Maybe to the extent that I heard someone nearby talking. That's how other people were. It was a far away country event.

"In addition to our homeland, the Kingdom of Nipple, a neighborhood known as the South, including this school, is now moving beyond its hedges as a nation to be united in order to resist pressure from the powerful nations."

"Is that the unity of the countries of the South?"

"We challenge this together against a huge enemy. It will never sound bad. But yes, it is, and it's hard to honestly wrap it up. These are the countries that have fought each other more than once."

"Yes."

Even in this European Union, he said, it took more than half a century for delegates to actually lift their heavy hips until it was achieved. Apparently, the older the newborn child was at the time, the longer he was exchanged over the months. What I read in an online article.

"As it turns out, it's the small countries that eat for it. Let me explain this to you, the civilian. For example, there are wizards who are good at magic and wizards who lack magic. Each has done all the work he has been given on his own battlefield."

"Yes."

"But if unity is done, it is only from tomorrow that wizards who lack magic will fight alongside wizards who are good at magic. Naturally, it would be another dream of dreams, such as running the battlefield side by side. The former instantly turns off its magic."

When you're about the age of Boy, isn't it something you'd rather expect a wizard who is longer in magic to support and grow up with a wizard who lacks magic? At least one of the complainants of unity should contain such content.

What makes him so pessimistic?

However, even so, it is Boy's word that is correct. At least that's how the history of the world around here, where the soy sauce face took twenty or thirty years to learn. I'm sure that's the same in this world.

"I am in no way denying unity. Those who are saved by the exchange of unity will also be born not less. However, I have a mission to send my home country, the Kingdom of Nipple, to future generations under more advantageous circumstances."

"… Already like the text?

"Oh, it's reaching under your father"

It was a more painful story than I imagined.

I'm sure it's an unequal treaty.

I accidentally stopped eating. I'm sorry for the caring glance directed at you by Mr. Bird. However, this is a livestock style that has been a regular employee for 10,000 years. The scale is too great to speak out about, like, unity between nations. Just running Dragon City is all you need.

"Understand?

"That's why Master Masefield wants pure combat power."

"No later than two years after the resolution of reunification has been reached, national power needs to be increased. However, the country has already withered. Until we compete with countries in a few years, it will be impossible to raise them. I mean, we just have to source it from somewhere else."

"... I see"

"Furthermore, the plenary session for reunification is also withheld next week"

…………

It seems that marginal settlements are desperate to attract companies and very uncut. Even if it could be accomplished, it would only be a temporary buy of time. However, still, I guess Boy wants to work hard. Sometimes you are, people with these heroic attributes. Someone who works so hard for someone.

Aren't you looking so good?

I understand what you're saying.

"... is that true?

"Is that true, or what?

"Even though how many wizards, is it something that allows civilians to understand what we're talking about now?

"Yeah, well, by the way, to a certain extent."

Even more so, I can't cut myself off as a civilian. However, it was still very easy to understand the wizard's analogy story. He must have explained it to you with considerable care. I wonder if we haven't really been able to talk about 30% of what we want to talk about.

"But it's hard for me to talk about it."

"... why?

"My summoning magic, just like Boy again, doesn't mean I can summon the person I wanted. Moreover, it was great earlier, but it does not secure the right to order it."

"Is control, um, difficult?

"This one, too, as long as he's with us out of his own favor, which is now nobody else. There is no subordination there. So I can't say that my magic is right for Masefield's purpose."

"Subflow, you mean"

"I'm terribly afraid, but I hope you understand that."

Instead, I turn my gaze to Mr. Bird.

Then his couch moved when he noticed Busamen's gaze. Now we present a slice of finely chopped meat here. Could it be the return of the meat earlier? Sorry about the boulder, Busamen pick it at his fingertips and let it go back to his lunchbox.

Thanks for the warm care, together with the fruit of the dessert from your own lunchbox.

"Huh? Huh!?

If you say to this bird whether the soy sauce face has dominance, it is surely a no. I'm sure the purity of toddlers must be shaping this healing space now. And then I suppose the summoning and initial healing magic also affects a lot.

Otherwise, neither would he, repeatedly, offer lunch. This busamen has never wanted to eat his lunch, nor is he aware of it. More like I thought I was sorry.

At a time when communication of will has not been so well said, the relationship between the two seems scarce. Isn't it tough to use as a soldier, at least as Boy assumes? If you do poorly, they will keep you in enemy countries, and you may even turn to them.

"... right"

"Sorry for not meeting your expectations"

If we raise the summoning magic skill level acquired at the very least, maybe a little more like this, we will act as intended by the summoned person. However, if that's correct, I don't know, I don't want to go any further.

After all, at first it is compassionate love love love mating.

If you think of a beast ear lolita you haven't seen yet, level fixation of summoning magic is a must.

For Busamen, who are not blessed to meet heterosexuals, there is no more exciting handset than dating magic that can force them to call their opponents. What I want is not a meat potty that has become self-conscious, but a meat potty that is in a reciprocal relationship with me. with membranes.

Until my preferred beast ear lolita is summoned, I want to be incisive to temperament.

"No, I don't mind. I told you I couldn't do it."

"No, it's outrageous"

But what, it's almost lunchtime.

◇ ◆ ◇

The same day, if it were meant to be, I was scheduled to meet with a professor majoring in summoning magic at the school. However, due to a delay in time due to a lunch break, the interview and consultation were carried over to a later date. The school teacher is very busy.

And it is the same evening that somehow ended the day.

Finish your dinner on the dining floor and get ready for bed. Drop the room lights, lie on the bed, and meet me when I started to relax. The door to the living room, given to me by Fong Ma, inadvertently opened without a knock.

It was the lollymade who served him who expressed himself.

"Please wake up. We need to talk."

As always, he is the sudden bearer of character.

I'm really glad I didn't masturbate or anything before I went to bed. It depends on how much I was weighing myself down because there's a bird in the room with me, so I really didn't feel that way. Sometimes I wonder if they just put a cage with small animals in the room.

By the way, the bird in question sleeps in a dedicated bed set up towards the corner of the room.

In the middle of the day, while Fang Ma was putting out her energy for class, her virginity was in the courtyard. The structure is very simple. I just laid hay on the crate and put a sheet on top of it. Laying a cushion instead of grass is Busamen's immediate end-of-life goal.

"Is it a rush? I'll be right there..."

"I don't mind right here"

Squirting briefly, Loremade came into the virginity room.

The door, which has just been opened, is closed in the rear hand, Batan. If this had made the skirt a little shorter in length, Busamen would have had a good dream too. Why does she like Long? Now if you're not a virgin, you can't even look at me.

"... anything wrong with me?

"Boy told me. He said he exercised summoning magic on everything."

…………

I didn't think it was even telling her.

I wonder how far Boy talked to this lollimaid. As a result, the content of the talk that the soy sauce face should give will change dramatically. As an extension of the public discourse, I wish I had raised one end of it to the point.

"I'll be frank with you. What are you up to?

questioned with a sharp eye.

This is that one, I have a feeling you're mistaken for an assassin about a soy sauce face even if you don't. We've been dating for the night since we met, but I can feel enough that she's done an extraordinary amount of loyalty to Boy.

"No, I'm not planning anything."

…………

"My encounter with him consists of all coincidences"

I look good looking like I'm exploring the sincerity of Busamen.

When things happen, it feels like I'm going to run through an iron fire with your husband on my back, but I want to keep two treasure balls down my hip in my mouth. The danger of being held captive inside your steeple must be happiness.

"... that's incredible"

Bosoli, the maid moved at the same time as she whined.

I wondered if my body had moved at a speed that didn't go unnoticed, and it was fleshy on my soy sauce face. I can't even fight it. Virginity is welcome with no action against her proximity in order to accept everything.

Unable to hold her hair, she rides a horse on a bushmen lying on the bed.

He is in a kneeling position with his feet down around his flank. After sealing this left and right arm with both tibials, his right hand rests on his forehead and pushes his head against his pillow. When did you take it out on your right hand, the knife is gripping and sticking it to this neck.

Seriously, it's great.

I've been waiting for something like this.

In response to a series of behaviors, my thighs are peeking from under my rolled up long skirt. It's a lollymade thigh that's been under the fabric ever since. Munchier than I imagined, impeccable in tension and luster.

I love these aggressive things about her.

This Loremade is acting of its own free will, based on subordination with third parties. There is no financial interaction between the soy sauce face. This is subjective tadaman. I enjoy pseudo-reverse rape myself.

"... What's this?

"I'll ask again. What is the purpose?

"No matter how many times they ask, the answer doesn't change."

"Let's try to exchange words shabby without moving around in this situation. Are you asking me to trust someone like that? I can't believe it. From some kind of magical interference, didn't you represent yourself in front of Boy?

It's great to have a daughter who talks to me eye to eye like this.

That only lightens my mind.

"You have to believe it somehow there."

…………

The only thing you can do to your soy sauce face right now is to somehow prolong this situation.

I want to taste more, skin in contact with each other, gaze from the opposite sex looking over my head. If it's going to happen, I want you to take the lower body, which is the middle waist, down to this lower abdomen. By doing so, virginity can come to higher heights.

Would it not have been a good idea to think of it as something like that?

"Huh? Huh!?

From the corner of the room, I heard some strange noise.

Its characteristic sound is undoubtedly, Mr. Bird.

Instead, I could see him stretching his neck out of the crate replacing the bed and watching this one. Something is turning my eyes around in a surprise way. You're a bird, but you're a more expressive creature than I ever imagined, Phoenix.

"Huh..."

"Hurray!

The next moment, I thought, Loremade's body blew up.

It is only a momentary event.

Looks like the bird who jumped out of the crate dared to hit her. Blowing up the subject, he lost momentum as it was and dropped himself on the sheet on the bed where his pompous soy sauce face lay.

The blown side, on the other hand, is to move from the top of the bed, hit the wall in the corner of the room and fall down. The look is harsh. Apparently, it is quite enjoyable. How many toddlers do you mean you haven't phoenixed Dada?

"Phew... Phew..."

Before I was impressed, I noticed.

The sheets on the bed are bright red.

Wow. I can see what's going on.

Then what a knife pierced Mr. Bird's stomach. It goes in from the front and deep to the roots. In view of the fact that his total length is about thirty or forty centimeters, it is definitely a serious injury that is dying.

Just a few moments after the two joined, there must have been an assault of death.

I'll remember how much I love the birds who made me so desperate for a day of relationship when I met them. He's been unilaterally summoned, but he's been behaving with a frivolous middle-aged bastard. Chest cum for what it's worth.

"Heels!

Take all your spirits and fly away the pain of pain.

As the magic formation unfolds, the knife falls out of Mr. Bird's body.

In a matter of seconds, the stab wound in his abdomen heals.

"Huh..."

There was room back for Mr. Bird to squeal.

I don't have a heart or it seems nice.

Good.

If this looks like it, I'm sure it'll be fine.

On the other hand, I'm concerned about the loremade, the owner of the knife.

Ahead of her gaze at herself, there is a figure of her who somehow corrected her posture. I blew it up and said I was unnecessarily exposed to bread moro initially, but, yes, I missed the opportunity because of it. Virginity remembers sorrow.

Instead, he sits down with a low back and a low center of gravity in a state of battle.

"Healing magic without chanting, it also instantly heals the serious wounds of dying..."

"Yeah, well, let's call it a memory of a fool."

…………

"Huh, huh, huh, huh!

Continuing the conversation with the Loremade while putting the bird in a battle posture on the sheet.

I guess it's his own intimidating will to do the feathers with the bass.

"The day may have already changed, but I heard from him at school today. There's no end and no end to a civilian like me, but he's also been struggling very hard as someone who stands above people."

"Huh..."

When I honestly told you what I saw and heard, Loremade's expression changed to something extraordinarily more sinister. Apparently she was also unexpected that Fong was telling Busamen that much. Even this one was unexpected.

"That's why I'll tell you once now. I want to be cooperative with him. If you still don't believe it, think about it like this. Until it's not convenient, you should use it."

"You want me to believe that?

"Yes, believe me"

…………

If she was a Gogol, maybe she could have believed me a little easier. Now I think of you as a distant brown lolita, and your virginity keeps your heart cut off. However, immediately after the communication of the will, from the sexual harassment that I refrained from behind it, I am spared from being subject to contempt.

"... Stella, what's up? I heard a noise."

That's how I did it, I heard voices coming from the hallway.

No one else, the landlord of the same place, is her master. He seems to have heard the noise. I feel a ton of tongues and footsteps approaching. Although it is quite a large student dormitory, the interpretation is on the premises. Walk away for a few seconds.

The maid who heard this flipped herself instantly from her soy sauce face.

"That's what I'm pulling for today"

"Thank you"

Nor does she intend to argue until she is in front of Boy. Relationships with him are still going to be very important to make soy sauce-faced homestays better. I want to take care of my interactions with Boy in the future.

"This is a small gift from me"

Turn to her back trying to leave the room, or release her heels.

I don't see any trauma with this, just in case. Just in case.

"Huh!?

She gave a harsh look and looked back at Busamen and set herself up.

I just frown at understanding that's restorative magic with no weird philosophy whatsoever.

"What are you going to do?

'Cause if you're hurt, it's tough.'

"... I don't need to worry about it"

"If so, more than anything."

"Hmm..."

With a small snort, Lorimade walked out of Busamen's room.

Shortly afterwards, Boy and I seem to have met each other in the face, and I can hear something, two people exchanging words through the door. It's just, well, it's not about the soy sauce face. I'm tired of everything today, and let's just fall asleep.

Birds are still small, so staying up late won't be good for your health.