Atelier Tanaka

Caring for the maid in the midst of confusion, Bo Ma left early.

Of course, she's with us.

Thanks to this, we can talk inside our peers without worrying about the gaze of others. The place remains the same, a room in the royal castle reminiscent of the living room of a luxury hotel. It became a carriage for discussing future plans at the same place.

Over this period, Fang Ma's position as a summoner was also equal to his dismissal.

"So what are you going to do with all this?

"Huh? Or aren't you going home? Different!?

Lorigon wants to go home so badly.

In response to an inquiry from the editor, I am in a panic that this will still be the case.

It's a dragon with a strong homecoming instinct.

This is how we all got together. I don't feel like I'm going to hit a bee if I enjoy sightseeing or something. Though it would seem angry if Mr. Richard or Mr. Neumann asked.

"Right......"

I'll take a look around.

But other than the Lorigon, opinions don't come up either.

"You're leaving!? Or are you leaving?

…………

'... maybe you won't go home?

From the anxious faceted mayor, he stared at me upward.

If you ask me to do this, I have to go home.

"Right, let's head back to Dragon City."

I just don't think that's gonna happen right now with the boulder. It's already starting to get dark out there. Plus, the Chala men told me to stay here today. We'll stay here for the night, and we'll leave tomorrow.

"But it's too late today, so why don't we leave tomorrow?

"Uh-huh! That's it! That's the best!

"After a little sightseeing, don't you think you're going to hit a bee?

Professor Journal asked me to speak for Dr. Editor. I think that's what this inquiry is about. Something you've been soaking up at some point. As much as I used to be on a demon king crusade trip with the brave men, maybe I like traveling.

It just doesn't work that way for the Lorigon of Homecoming Life.

"What the hell!?

"Hih..."

Professor Journal pulled in stared at by the Lorrigon. Before I see you for a moment, you're polishing your tea eyes, this guy. The scream that came out with my mouth also seems somewhat fun makes me feel how the rear was when I was younger.

Watching him like that, on the other hand, he has the look of an enviable demonic nobleman. Isn't it like a virgin who watches his favorite opponent get a little bit out of his yarritin and lets his chest go uncut? No, he's right from the standpoint.

When I was younger, Professor Journal was Yaritin in ten to eighty-nine years. The demonic aristocrats against this are currently virgins in the progression system. Is the way an elderly virgin is something that hurts my chest so much when it is shown objectively? No, no, because I'm in a similar position.

"I heard the pick-up will be here in a while. We want you to have a room in this castle for everything. That's why, ladies and gentlemen, if you'll excuse me for a moment, please wait here."

If you follow the words of your predecessor King Chara, you will not mind staying for the time being.

I don't intend to stay long, but it would be good to assume that you are welcome.

"By the way, Tanaka, I want to confirm one thing"

"What is it? Mr. Farren."

"I want you to tell me about the subpoena magic of summoning you."

"That's what I was wondering about. I really want to know."

Professor Journal was devoured by inquiries from the Magic Guide nobility. The intellectual curiosity of the Odyssamas has burst. Even this one. Immediately after we met, I thought they would surely ask, so I can take it and answer it without hurry.

"If that's the case, it's not even me, kid."

"Really?

"As far as I have been called, there is no understanding of magic when it comes to this. She herself, though, also said it was accidental, so this doesn't seem like she understands how it works. On the contrary, it would be nice if you could check the area."

"I see, isn't that another arm ringing story"

I'll talk to her later.

"Um, please"

Anyway, looking at how things are going, the editor teacher is staring at this one with another look he seems to want. Let's try to prepare a place with Boy for the three of you who have joined us. Once the cause is figured out why repeated busaments have been summoned, it is profitable.

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[Sophia perspective]

After a few days of searching, we were reunited with Mr. Tanaka.

Thanks to this, the maid also feels loaded on her shoulders. No more, Mr. Elf, you don't have to pull a handmade whale. Just thinking about it made my heart feel very light. It was depressing. I felt changed and sunny.

Thanks to this, the footsteps are light and we take a stroll around the reception hotel.

Permission was given to Mr. Tanaka.

They say the place is within the royal castle of the kingdom of Cherry and is an establishment for welcoming guests. It is connected with the inside of the royal castle through the outer corridor. The facility is equipped with rooms, living room, dining room, playground, etc., so that you can live without going outside.

We are the only ones who rent out such facilities for the moment.

"... this inner hallway, that's cool"

It feels different than the Penny Empire is fresh again.

Taking the lead in building construction, the art and conditioning decorated in the hallway, and the costumes of the servants who go and go, will all be shown as novel. For example, the Royal Castle of the Penny Empire feels prickly when it's done, but this one has a flat shape for you.

Overall, it seems sophisticated, or advanced.

"There's another building on the inside of the building... Oh, is that a space for tea"

It's also vaster than I imagined. The property had a courtyard and a splendid fountain raised the splash. Beautifully maintained flower beds were arranged around, lined with brightly colored flowers.

I'm not Mr. Elf, but I'm in the mood for a few more days or so. However, to make such an opinion, Mr Dragon will stare at you with a scary face. So the maid enjoys the moment to the fullest, until tomorrow's minute.

"... this is the bathroom"

I'll wander over there, I'll wander over here, I'll walk around as I please.

The maids and butlers serving in the same place were apparently contacted in advance by Mr. Tanaka, and even as I walked around in the same maid, I was never pushed to work by this.

Conversely, I get polite greetings, and it feels nice to be celebrity. Feel as if you've become great to yourself. When you're with Mr. Tanaka, you're happy because you have these rewards every once in a while.

Walking around like that for a while.

There was an unexpected voice in the ear of a maid who enjoyed exploring.

"Big Length...... is... huh?... come on... be"

"but... is..."

It was somehow a familiar voice.

Instead, I glanced around and I could see signs of people at the corner of the hallway. Apparently, you're hearing voices from that side. Someone must be standing talked to.

…………

First the maid dived into the footsteps and let me stand ear to ear.

If the opponent is a stranger nobleman, turn around immediately, because you should take off this spot. This is the royal castle of another country, no matter how you treat your guests. It's not what I found out what would happen.

"... is that true? Am I really forgiven?

"Nothing to worry about, I can't say. But I repeat, he is a very warm man. Something like Stella's worried about will never happen. You should feel safe. If anything happens, I'll take care of it then."

…………

I am the princess of the kingdom of Nipple and her samurai.

Seems like you two are lining up and talking about something.

"Are you relieved?

"I'd like to ask you one thing"

"What?

"The nobles of the powerful nations who were with the Earl of Tanaka asked with very powerful people. I know it's rude to confirm this, but is the Earl of the Penny Empire that status?

"I think he's special in the country."

"... special, is it?

My husband is on the subject between you two.

I don't know why, even though this doesn't have anything to do with me, but you remember the feeling that comes to mind. It is indescribable comfort, like embarrassment, and then feeling a little better.

"This is what I felt in a conversation with His Majesty Cherry, but perhaps he has unlikely power as a one-time Count. I guess stories like the demon kings that the princes of the Cherry kingdom used to say are never dating or insane."

…………

"I just don't think that's why I'm more frightened than I need to be."

"... you are"

The princess is consistently told to comfort the samurai. Royalty is more broken as a word to hang on to servant flair. Mr. Tanaka is also kind, but the princess of the kingdom of Nipple was also seen as a great personable person.

"If you feel calm, let's go back to your living room"

"Yes, thank you for everything you've told me"

Whoa, you two made a move.

It would be hard if you found out you were eavesdropping.

It's time for the maid to return to her room.

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The next day, the soy sauce face woke up by the voice of your young daughter.

"Count Tanaka, breakfast is ready"

…………

Shortly after I regained consciousness, I thought it was Sophia's morning call. However, I can't feel any discouragement in my voice for her. It is a voice that sounds like Rin. What's more, she reads about Busamen with Tanaka in a friendly way.

So who is this voice?

As the lid opens, the full contents are revealed.

"... Mr. Stella, why are you here?

"Good morning, Count Tanaka. I brought you today's meal."

…………

There was a maid by the bed.

It's not Sophia, it's the maid of those who serve Boy. She is a Lori child maid with a slightly smaller back length who has attractive black hair tits. I can't even feel the shards of the nostalgia, your crisp face is charming.

The pissy, straight stretched spine, beautifully bent back and complimented, feels like a woman who can and looks very good. However, the respect thus granted should have been that of Bo. At least I've never tried it against this busamen.

"Boy, this isn't your room, is it?

"We can help you with your call"

The duvet was stripped off.

One of the first things you will see is a son who is only inside the Extreme Wake up. The soft bedding of the fabric is impossible, such as blocking his wake. With the duvet retreating, we know its shape.

"Excuse me, sir."

In other words, she reaches for her clothes without looking like she had any problem with this.

Depending on bending the body forward, the maid's mouth is so close that it is likely to touch her bedtime clothes. When it came to the danger of signs that the breath leaking from his mouth was slightly felt over the fabric, the waking slight sleep also blew away in one blow.

"No, that's fine. I'll do it myself."

I can retreat her arm in a great panic, and wake her torso.

I pulled the stripped duvet and wrapped it around my waist.

"... then at least just serve in the morning"

…………

It's like I don't know what's going on.

However, I still find the phrase morning service overwhelmingly appealing. It is no exaggeration to call it a man's romance. But on the day I asked you to serve me on this occasion and so on, I didn't know how my relationship with Boy would fall.

In addition, there are birds in this room besides busamen. Now is the time to sleep comfortably on the couch. However, it is a situation where you may wake up and witness the soy sauce face and the maid's flirtatious scene early, or you may get hit again.

"I remember that Mr. Stella served Bo."

"My employment relationship with Bo Ma ended yesterday."

"... I see"

Seriously. Wouldn't it be a little too easy no matter how much?

Though I feel sorry for Boy on the boulder.

Even though you used it so heavily, you were attentive to what social experience was like.

"Under the Earl of Tanaka, I would like to accept your kindness."

…………

Somehow I understood the situation.

I'm sure during last night, she painted a new future design with her. Or do you feel a burden on Busamen for past interactions? Either way, she is still a whore. Misdemeanor shines more than I can help.

Where did the wolf go yesterday in the first place?

The speed of a series of transformations makes a woman feel real.

But still cute.

Real, asexually cute looming from the front.

Thanks to this, virgins can step down.

In this way, the vagina can have membranes.

"In the meantime, can I ask you to step outside the room?

"Is my body not enough? Or Count Tanaka feels like a man..."

"If he wakes up in this situation, it's a little rough."

Answer by pointing Chirali and Mr. Bird to his gaze.

Thanks to you, she was convinced, too.

The moment you saw him, you wouldn't dare point out that the look gave him a picky and tense look. For her, who has seen painful eyes twice in the past, she is also arguably some kind of rival. It is stateful and sneaky.

"... I understand. We look forward to seeing you."

"Thank you"

She is a good lady.

It would be a good idea to head down to the bottom of the rush boy.

But what, after seeing one of yesterday's events, these riddles appear as strangely disturbing. It's like restlessness. It's a maid like Zophy and Sophia's hybrid.

I wonder which is the real girlfriend.

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[Sophia perspective]

On several occasions in the past, the maid has had the experience of taking care of her in places where minutes are disproportionate. However, this is my first experience revealing an evening in a castle in a country. The beds provided in the rooms were already wonderful. The room was also very large.

Thanks to you, I couldn't even sleep nervously and busy last night.

But still, I'm not offended. Oddly enough, my eyes are crossed. I'm sure you're feeling excited about an unfamiliar environment. I was in a very good mood to be looked after by a maid with room. It seemed like she even became a princess.

One day when I get back to the capital, Calis, I want to brag to Micah, a childhood trainer.

I'm just a maid, no matter how extravagant my time seems. That identity is nothing more than a town daughter. Is that why it's kind of unsettling to just be looked after unilaterally? It makes me feel more anxious over time.

I also helped with those backgrounds, and the maid who woke up a little early decided to deliver the tea under her husband. I never want you to drink that or this. It is all a gift of the care of a maid of mercy to her own master.

"... this way"

I checked within last night, I'm heading to Mr. Tanaka's room.

The hand supports a basin on a tea set.

The pot contains juicy squeeze juice of freshly wedged fruit.

I let you in with a few dark eyes.

First thing in the morning.

…………

Anything, Tanaka says she can't live her days satisfactorily without this squeeze juice. No one else, Mr. Gogol said so. Then the maid will think of her husband and bring her to your room with the thought of tearing herself apart.

I will deliver as many drinks as I want.

While I was away, I can't believe it was an eight to what I was forced to struggle with.

"Huh..."

However, we had a client ahead of us who arrived.

Exactly in front of Mr. Tanaka's living room I just visited, there is something else about the maid. She's also a little girl with a face yesterday. But she must have served the princess of the kingdom of Nipple. How could such a person be in front of Mr. Tanaka's room?

Dive into the corner of the hallway and the maid takes a peek at how it goes.

Then, without waiting so long, Mr. Tanaka represented himself from the room.

It's a civilian outfit from time to time.

If so, didn't he rendezvous with her waiting in front of the room and walk out to nowhere? Besides, we are exchanged words that seem to be very friendly. Aren't you getting a less than satisfied look?

…………

What is wrong with this?

It's a hunch of rivalry appearing in the maid.

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The soy sauce face, dressed and familiar, left the room.

Then he put his face in the hallway and instantly, right in front of him, there was a maid. She is the younger one. I wasn't expecting you in front of the room all the time, so I was a little surprised. It is a desperation reminiscent of the working Ice Age generation.

"We will be with you."

"... go ahead, do as you please"

"Huh!?

Mr. Bird is with you, by the way. I'm walking at the foot of my soy sauce face with tokotoko.

Thanks to you, it is a vigilant attitude from the morning onwards, seeing the maid. He has a challenging eye as he bows forward and rocks his butt prickly. The birds feel more adorable than horrible watching.

"Huh! Huh? Huh?

"Well, you don't have to be so vigilant."

The three of you walk down the hall while forgiving him for showing intimidation.

The destination is Boy's room.

By the way, the maid knew where it was. They say everything is next door to each other.

However, there was no one in your room to look for. I'm sure it's after I've already woken up and headed anywhere. QUALITY Still a rigid boy, maybe he's putting his energy into his morning practice activities.

So we decided to head to breakfast.

The location of the dining room was also known by the maid. I'm sure he was learning within last night. I was made unconscionably aware that the manner in which you would show me the way respectfully is genuinely aimed at re-employment in Count Tanaka territory. The words you serve in the morning are rebuffed in your brain.

That's how I visited them, and there were people in the dining room who saw them.

Estelle, the brave men of the west, the longitudinal rolls, the kimorongues and so on. There is also Gogol in the corner of the room. Dr. Editor would be a sleeper. I'm a little concerned about the fact that Lorigon is absent.

Whoever surrounds the table, without exception, is all the faces he sees. Facilities around the neighborhood, including living rooms, cafeterias, playgrounds, etc. are provided for guests only. Thanks to whom we can stay asleep without caring.

The building is as splendid as the Fitzclarence family. I don't feel comfortable with the strangely high ceilings, the floors and walls that are polished enough to shine, or the big glass windows that do it and are well lit. It is the life of an unfamiliar aristocrat.

"Oh, my God, there's a seat here!

Estelle pointed next door and said.

"Oh, yes."

There's no reason to say no to this, so I turn my legs honestly.

There are just a few maids standing along the walls of the room, making sure they look like two extra people. No, they immediately move to get a new seat ready. An instant dishware was provided and the chair was pulled, respectfully, to come this way.

With that overwhelming care, I want to rub my butt around. I want to stick my hand in my skirt and mommy in public. Sexual harassment of a maid in casual everyday life is the true aristocratic life I dream of one day.

"Good morning, Mr. Estelle"

"Yeah, good morning!

"Yes."

Next to Estelle, next to her, in a side-by-side, vacant seat, she puts the bird she picked up from the floor on. I'd like you to give me a break this time because I'm sorry that he's the only one on the floor, although I may be a little impolite.

I have no choice about this brown lolita because it is our hope.

"By the way, what happened to that maid?

"You woke me up where I was sleeping, and we came along in that flow"

"Hmm?

Estelle's gaze at her maid is harsh.

Looks like we're going to do something special.

On the other hand, the stared side stood behind the soy sauce face sitting in the chair and also stopped moving with Pickle. Thanks to this, the other maids who were in the dining room have pointed their gaze at the chills and confusion. She must have been treating her guests the same way we were.

"Mr. Stella, what's wrong?

"I will take care of your meal"

"Leave this to the castle people, and you can have your meal."

"I am the maid of the Earl of Tanaka."

"Then I beg your pardon. I have plans for the future."

"... I understand"

The maid nodded small and calmed her hips next to the bird.

Then the timing was the same, and people followed us.

"And if you'll excuse me..."

It's Sophia.

She stepped into the dining room in such a way as to be afraid.

I have a set of tea sets in my basin in my hands for some reason. I wonder where you've been sourcing from. Could it have gone all the way to the cooking place and rented it? Somehow, he is a virgin who cares where he goes.

I just took a few steps and Estelle called me.

"Morning, Sophie."

"Good morning, Master Estelle"

"My face is empty. Would you like to sit down?

"Yes, then, um, excuse me..."

Estelle urged me, but the maid settled her hips in the opposite seat. Everyone on the payroll will move quickly and her table will be ready again. The tea set I had in my hand was gently placed on the table.

"What about you, Mr. Sophia?

"Oh, no, oh, uh, I thought you were awake Mr. Tanaka..."

I watched and understood the expression that spoke that way was somewhere marginal, novel or disgraceful. I mean, look, it's that one. This tea is made by the maid. I love this busamen. It's a lifeline.

"Sorry, sorry to bother you"

"Yes, no..."

The appearance of mojo and lack of location is still Lovely.

When I was in elementary school, when I had a urine or stool examination at a medical examination, someone took the specimen from the girl and stood up. When I did it, there was a guy who made a scene looking excited. Now I feel like I can understand a glimmer of excitement he had.

I'd like to have it soon.

"You're the maid of the Earl of Tanaka, right?

"Huh? Ah, yes"

That's how my boy's maid got into the conversation.

Besides, I'm calling against Sophia.

I wonder what it is.

"What do you see when you arrive at the same table without saying hello to your husband or even obtaining permission? Besides, you don't think I'm allowed to leave you at my husband's table without cleaning out the basin or tea set?

"Huh? Ah, yes!

Sophia's overwhelming sense of trinket that stands up instantly when told.

Even though they are the same maid, it would be an honest reply if they did.

And I'm in such a hurry.

No, think calmly, is she really a maid of honor? When I was taking care of you at the Royal School of the Penny Empire, I was certainly a maid. But the original girlfriend is the billboard daughter of a restaurant, and since she moved over to Dragon City, she has been Lorigon's nominee Pozi.

If I do this, why does she keep wearing made-up clothes? It is very preferable as a soy sauce face, so it is a habit that I would like to continue, but it would be a source of confusion for those who do not know the circumstances.

"Oh, excuse me. She is dressed as a maid..."

You should make it right on this occasion.

That is what happened shortly after Busamen tried to enter the arbitration.

Estelle told me to roar.

"Hey, what are you talking about?

"Yes, I gave her my mind as a maid..."

"If I say the same thing again, I'll never talk about you again, okay?

"Huh..."

The maid trembles when Estelle stares at her.

It's just a look that says what's wrong.

And his gaze went that way, and this way, and wandered in the cafeteria, and he turned his eyes to beneath the bushmen. A problem exactly as I feared now is a direct hit on a new maid who doesn't know what's going on.

"Excuse me, Mr. Estelle. It's my fault for failing to explain. This one was yesterday today, and there were aspects of it that I still don't know how unselfish I am, and I'm glad you forgive me. And to Sophia, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. Please take a seat."

"No, as I said, I am a civilian maid..."

The maid lifts her hips out of the chair and lowers her head.

Still fragile to power.

Seeing that look, Estelle continued her words as she roared.

"Did I say that the amount of budget and supplies that the child has dealt with on his own authority over the last few weeks or so is the Kingdom of Nipples? The budget of the country you serve is comparable to a few years. I don't know what I've got wrong, but maybe I'm wrong with someone who preaches my mind?

"What..."

Mr. Nipple's maid gave him an even more surprising look.

I got the eyes full of complaints, wondering if that was true.

And if they ask me, I have to answer, it's my role now.

"I do think the amount of money that can be moved by her authority, even compared to Viscount Fitzclarence's, is something that doesn't suck. Especially since there has been a lot of overlap in my territory lately, so it could have been quite a forehead."

…………

When the soy sauce face spoke, her complexion changed and pale.

Yesterday followed by today. Also today, it is a lollymade who has stepped on a mine.

I'm kind of pathetic about boulders.

If I do this and I'm unlucky, I get intimacy and stuff.

"As it were, well, let's eat that aside."

I don't want to make the dining room air any worse.

Because of this, the Chara men's family will behave deliciously, so I want to keep it with you in a pleasant way. I'm so jealous of Gogol, who lines up in the corner of the room and flattens the food without me involved.

However, it is also between the bundles that I so wished.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Over the dining room door, I heard people screaming from the hallway.

It's also a voice that makes you feel impatient.

"... I'd like to eat as slowly as I can, wouldn't you?

I poked a cheek wand or something at the table and the vertical roll shrugged in disgust.

I think you're absolutely right.

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I also felt like leaving him alone, so Busamen decided to head under the scream.

If there were an injured person or something, it would surely be the turn of healing magic.

Then Estelle led the way, and the other faces followed later.

Screaming was intermittent, making it easy to identify the scene. Running towards those who hear voices for a while. We reached the courtyard, located close to the dining room. Around a beautifully appointed garden you can see people who would have heard of disturbances in addition to ours.

The sense of scale is about one side of the tennis court. The center is provided with a fountain that gently blows out water, and the flower beds are arranged in a circular fashion to surround this. The outer edge of the flower bed is surrounded by a short hedge on all sides, further ahead along our standing outer corridor.

"Excuse me, excuse me"

Cross the pedestrian hedge born in the neighborhood to the center of the commotion, inside the hedge.

Then what's wrong with this? Zombies. We have zombies.

Besides, beside the zombies, even the look of Boy.

"Boy, what's wrong with this?

"Ta, you're a dick!

Confirming Busamen's appearance, Bo ran over.

I can probably see the confusion in that look.

"The man who was pruning the garden suddenly looked like this..."

"I see."

Symptoms include the same undead disturbances that occurred during the meeting.

A man, in his thirties and forties, is lying on the ground and groaning. From the surface of the body, which gradually rots away, there is a sense of rotten odor that pokes the tung and nose. From the pain of collapse of the flesh, or from the barely remaining throat, there continues a scream that does not speak.

The restorative magic that stood by thanks to it was underdeveloped.

If it were the same as yesterday, it would be over as soon as I shot it.

"Is it an assassin to a place like this?

"But I don't think this man is an assassin."

"Do you know him?

"No, that's not why"

Somewhere hesitant, Boy continues his words.

"Until recently, I was training for my routine here. In the middle of it, he was also in sight of this man. It just seemed like a normal gardener. He was close to the people of the castle."

As Fong pointed out, within everyone's sight, you can see the maids and butlers watching the courtyard at a distance. Everyone is distant, but many of them, even in fear, could see the will to worry about their opponents. There's also a voice that cares about them.

I feel credible about Boy's words thanks to you.

"What's more, I hear you need the right magic and financial strength to become a high-ranking undead. These words may be rude, but even assuming they were assassin-like, wouldn't it be less necessary to tailor them that way, deliberately targeting civilians?

"... I see"

But then why is he a zombie, the gardener?

All this is sappy on my soy sauce face.

"This was another horrible sight from the morning..."

"Don't you know what it is, Mr. Doris?

"You think I know what you don't?

"So what about the squire?

Aside from the vertical roll, contact Kimoronge.

Then he muttered bossly.

"Not very, but it's hard to say it's a high-ranking undead"

"Really?

"Is there such a thing as a high-ranking undead? How can a man who cannot even keep his own flesh satisfied be of high altitude? Higher undead in the first place refers to something powerful to take apart, even among the undead that have gained themselves. Does this look powerful to you?

It was someone who was at yesterday's meeting who originally began to speak of the high undead. I can't even remember my face now. With that in mind, perhaps one should wonder about the flow of spontaneous undead.

"But then, what the hell is this?

"Do I know? From what I've seen, it's like Ningen falling into a zombie for a while."

"I see."

She answers me while I tell her, you know, a little chest cum.

You tundelle.

However, the continued speculation is a question that is the opposite of the original assumption. It is not a self-righteous factor in that hand, such as the peeling of the make-up skin or the rampant force that was hiding it, but rather the possibility that it is now being transformed precisely towards the zombie.

"Didn't you aim for the princess there?

"Wow, you want me?

"It's natural to think so."

"But I am only visiting on behalf of my father. The right to inherit the throne is also low. I've managed on this occasion, and it's about some close people who are in trouble. Even at yesterday's meeting, the other participants wouldn't have hung it on their teeth, would they?

"Maybe there's someone with a sense of crisis in the speech that Boy showed yesterday"

"If you seem to have a sense of crisis to that extent, I haven't struggled this far either."

Fang is outright negative.

It's just that then we don't have any other verses in mind either.

"Speaking of which, ah, um..."

Doing so, Sophia opened her mouth like a snack.

It is rare for her to raise her voice herself in these occasions.

"Have you noticed anything?

"The other day I was visiting a place called the Granus Wetlands, where there were a lot of zombies, and the ruins that were underground were overflowing, and it was very difficult. So I was wondering if it might have anything to do with..."

"Granus Wetlands Zone, is it?

It sounds familiar to my ears.

Well, where did you hear that?

I don't remember visiting, but I only remember the phrase.

"Does Sophia think this sprang up the same way?

"That was a tough one."

On the other hand, faces like maids, esters, and vertical rolls seem to remember each other. Assuming what happened in the Granus Wetlands and Yara, we will move on to the story. I'm sure there was some kind of event while the soy sauce face was away.

"That's not why I remembered..."

"But wasn't it because there was such a thing as the Immortal King? I feel like that elf said that, too. Thanks to you, I had to clean the remaining zombies."

"The boulder is your husband, you're right"

Kimorongue snorts deeply into the words of the vertical roll and agrees.

Estelle, on the other hand, looking at this, has a disgruntled look.

Doris wasn't just watching.

"Because zombies stink."

Listening to their conversation, the soy sauce face gets a phrase that they also remember.

He is the Immortal King, the Immortal King.

As for this one, I know exactly where it came from.

"Boy."

"Oh, oh..."

Instead, when I turned my gaze, I saw a boy with no heart or nervousness.

likely related to the title she inherited.

Busamen will have a strong expression again.

"What's wrong with you? Count Tanaka."

The brave men of the west, who noticed this with admiration, called out to me.

The gaze is between the soy sauce face and the boy, and he is coming and going.

"No, with a few words I remember in my ear."

"That's an interesting story. Do you remember Granus Wetlands, too?

"I heard there was a war in the past."

"Your friend High Elf said the same thing. He said that the immortal king's presence, obstructed by man's war from sleeping, turned the battle around. They say a small country that was supposed to perish in the beginning has survived, and the great powers that challenged it have been attacked by a horde of zombies and perished."

"Really?

Soy sauce is a little different from what I heard from Boy.

Thanks to you, the princess of the Nipple Kingdom ate it.

"A bunch of zombies? That would be different. A rare summoner came into play."

"Everything seems to be conveyed that way in the world. However, it seems that historical facts are only slightly different. Truth be told, I've been told a similar story by the Virgin. That's what they said on top of that. No matter what happens, stay away from the Granus Wetlands."

The keyword is Immortal King.

If we recall the dialogue at his passing, it is a story that we do not understand or understand.

It was the strongest stat ever.

"No way..."

Thanks to you, Bo is also surprised.

It is precisely the summoner now mentioned that is why she, the princess of one country, boarded a single school and falsely named it before moving on to schooling. That is not to say a false event, and even more so to the headquarters of the main house, after having already inherited the title himself.

But assuming I truthfully believe your words, my imagination is a little dangerous.

"No way the cause of this zombie disturbance..."

…………

Fong stared at his own hand and opened his eyes.

Beside us, there is still the appearance of a gardener moaning bitterly. The decay of the flesh is progressing unchanged and is rounded to roll to the ground and hold the body. He looks very painful. I keep my clothes and stuff coming, so the feeling of life before I break myself comes to my chest.

I don't care because of you. A pair of soy sauce faces and little ones.

The other faces look at this and lean their necks in doubt as to what is wrong.

That being the case, voices were rang from elsewhere toward us in distress.

"What's wrong with getting together in a place like this?

I'm Dr. Editor.

Behind it follows a sleepy face lorigon to pull her robe. It is a peaceful thing to rub or yawn your eyes at your fingertips in your sleeping eyes. Maybe we were both staying in the same room.

"This is Mr. Editor. Good morning."

Over the pedestrian and hedgehog, the two of them came beneath us.

At first, his sight shows the gardener lying on the ground.

"Hey, what is this? Ha!

I saw this. No, Dr. Editor raised his voice and was surprised.

Apparently not long after she wakes up, her hair is jumping pins on her sleeping habits.

"One thing for the editor, I'd like to confirm in a hurry"

"Hey, what is it?

"Is the Immortal King the person dressed as a small skeleton?

Hearing the Immortal King's word, the teacher's face was stretched out.

Behind it, Lorigon also opened his eyes by letting him wiggle his body pickly. It's like even water drooled over your sleeping ears, making gaze between your soy sauce face and your gardener. Seems like someone you can never ignore, even the two of them.

"The exterior must be skeleton. But what happened to it?

"I see."

Meetups, the form I returned with questions, but the teacher nodded at me without how I was offended by this. Thanks to this, the soy sauce face may have grasped the situation.

At a time like this, there should have been the best item to check the factual relationship.

"Boy, may I borrow your hand?

"Oh, yeah, I want you to make sure."

It is an example ring that Mr. Bird found for me.

The soy sauce face takes Fong Ma's hand and points this in front of the teacher.

"Don't you remember this ring?

"Hmm? Oh, that's a sealed demon ring. It helps to suppress the magic of those who wear it. There are numerous other similar tools, but there will be nothing more powerful. It should have been the possession of the Immortal King for a long time..."

Shortly after I checked the ring, the teacher's eyes just stared at this one.

Oh, seriously? That's what I keep saying.

"Hey, wait a minute! What's this all about!?

I can also think of blowing up my sleeping relaxation.

It will be a tough look as soon as possible, and you will be staring at the ring alternately with Boy.

"Count Tanaka, maybe I do something outrageous..."

Fang can be a wolf. This still gives me a worrying look.

Wouldn't that be a very unusual face?

Then at the next moment, the flowers in the flowerbed, which were blooming beside her, lowered their necks at once. Like even worse quality diseases, the bright petals, the blue leaves and the powerfully stretched stems all rot. It darkens the color of the cucumber.

After a few seconds of waiting, a corner of the flower bed changed color uniformly.

"Become..."

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Well, how did you answer that?