Atelier Tanaka

Blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher's magic prop for time travel. In subjective terms, it felt like something very different from when I moved places with spatial magic.

Furthermore, when the surrounding view was again captured in view, it was the reception room of the mayor's house that appeared in the eyes of the soy sauce face. If you hadn't been briefed beforehand, that's just a small amount of time you've been losing your mind, so much so that you want to think about it.

However, the indoor appearance had changed only slightly.

Furniture that should have been transported to the hallway is arranged as usual on this occasion.

"Okay, that's a success."

I checked the reception room and the teacher raised his satisfactory voice.

Apparently, he was able to safely return to the past.

"When you use space-time magic, you move to the same place."

"A combination of spatial magic makes it possible to move places at the same time. However, the output is unstable. Hurry Up In this magic tool, we focus only on the movement of time. More importantly, I myself have negative feelings about the study of space-time magic."

"I see."

An editor teacher who will always look a little lonely.

I also felt it when I was talking about your own failures when explaining the tools, but I'm sure you had a tough time exploring space-time magic. A person as curious as the teacher shows so much abomination. Maybe it's not too much magic to use.

As for the motive for development, does it still have anything to do with the case of touring the Demon King five hundred years ago? The sealing of the Demon King has weakened the teacher at the time. However, with regard to the lack of magic, it would also be possible to solve it by soliciting other cooperation.

There seems to be a lot of people in the world who are strong.

"By the way, Mr. Editor, how much past will this place be?

About four months ago.

"I see."

Four months ago, it wasn't long before I started pioneering this neighborhood.

This is the time when this Busamen was a civilian.

"We and the Immortal King have a place for conversation as of a few days ago. A period was set aside to ensure that this encounter did not have as much impact as possible. Conversely, when there is no longer a period of time, this time we have not met that dragon. In case it comes to the eye of another, there will be no excuse"

You're absolutely right.

I didn't know I was thinking that far in that short time, the boulder is the editor teacher.

I just thought it was something that flew exactly right.

"However, then you might want to move the place early. We were in the middle of exploring Dragon City at the time, so I think there are a lot of people in this mansion who are sleeping together."

"Huh..."

In response to the words of the soy sauce face, the teacher's eyes were quacked open.

That's right, it's just a look.

"Well, I'm glad no one's here..."

"Next time, you should be careful where you use it."

"I was all distracted by time and completely lost sight of you. Sorry."

"No."

'... are you sure you're back in time? Isn't that some other magic?

"You should look out the window. The sky's dark, isn't it?

Follow the teacher's words and turn your awareness outdoors.

Then, as you pointed out, you can see the darkened sky at the end of the glass window. There will be no magic like switching day and night to boulders. It would then seem that the exercise of the earlier period may be considered a magic that travels through time, apart from the space magic that the teacher is good at.

"You must have traveled across the day."

'... that's how much I realized.' Cause the room was dark. '

"Okay, that's quick, but we're going to the Granus Wetlands."

Growling to proclaim, the teacher takes a step.

Then, shortly afterwards, the reception room door opened unexpectedly.

"... ah"

Estelle is the one who expressed herself.

By the way, at the same time as she represents herself, the voices that fell out while her hair was intolerably emitted belong to the Editor teacher. Following an unexpected encounter with an intruder, its body was rigid from surprise. Contact with unwanted others in the past is still a matter to be avoided as much as possible.

"Duh, what is it? The three of us are in a place like this late at night..."

Lolivich on the other hand, speaking of, comes and goes in and out of sight between us.

I'm going to turn my gaze to explore something.

What did I think and do in this moment? Busamen are not smart enough to remind me of this aggressively. I mean, it doesn't matter how many months I've been told, it's like I can't fix the back and forth relationship.

The reply overflowing from your mouth thanks to you is a much vague one.

"We've been talking to them for a little while about the future of the town."

"... yes"

"That's the kind of Mr. Estelle, what did you do late at night?

"Huh? Oh, yes, no? Because it's something I hear a little..."

"I see."

Estelle's hands carry bath tools, such as towels and toilets. Perhaps by chance on the way home from the bath, I heard the conversation I heard from this room and visited. Moist, damp hair makes you feel erotic with the usual 30% increase.

"... maybe you're anxious?

"Yeah, maybe it is"

I don't know sappy about my care for what it is or my soy sauce face from the future. However, I honestly nod and respond because I don't get any other good replies. At times like this, it is best to leave yourself to the flow on the spot.

Then Estelle started talking continuously about what she mistook.

"Then you'll be absolutely fine. Don't worry about it. If His Majesty is your opponent, he'll admit it. No, I'll make you admit it. And you and I are going to walk together as nobles. So don't even think about it, just stay next to me."

…………

Before I lost my memory, I miss Lolivitch so much that he feels gooey and coming.

Driven by a desire to be a hippo by accident.

I'd still like to hang on to this.

I remembered hoo thanks to you. That's it.

It seems like the end of the quest to make money from territorial development and take it to His Majesty, about the night before leaving for the capital, Calis. The next day, he flew magically to the capital, Calis, where His Majesty gave him the position of Baron.

That is why it is dangerous to engage her poorly here.

Extremely dangerously timing.

It is not an exaggeration to refer to soy sauce facially as a turning point.

"By the way, did the mayor go anywhere else?

"Eh..."

Shit, you're right.

At the time she was flying with the demonic nobility to the Dark Continent. Lorigon left to send the guy busy cleaning up the Academic Club to the capital, Calis. One encounter I encountered with her like that has helped me with one with Gogol and remains a clear memory.

"So, we're not out. Huh!? Go away at all. Go!

"Really?

Lorigon to deny.

As for space-time magic and the danger of doing it, she also seemed to have listened properly to Dr. Editor's lectures again. I'm not sure how far I understand it, but I'm in such a hurry. He assumes that he did, along with a strange and lingering gesture.

Something's cute, damn it.

"The mayor came back after work. If I was in the night breeze trying to chill my head, I would have met her outside by chance, as soon as I was getting a report from her here. Sorry to keep you busy late at night"

"Oh, really? I'm sorry. I heard you step in."

It's a problem! Oh, my God, that's a problem! It's like you don't care!

A lolligon with a tight chest and claiming this is still the case.

How suspicious.

The way she talks is just her usual girlfriends.

However, Estelle took it more honestly than I thought.

"Maybe, then, was it out of the way?

"No, there is no extermination either. I am very glad that you cared for me in this way. I've never felt so grateful for all the generosity I received from Estelle that I felt disturbed."

"Huh..."

So this is where we're all convoluted up and maneuver to take off the field.

Up, up, up, up, up.

"If I recall, Mr. Estelle just takes care of me. Thank you so much. Whatever happens to us in the future, I think you will remain dear to me. I know it's annoying, but I hope you'll forgive me."

I miss Estelle in bitch mode and she is a virgin who has accidentally yoished me. Furthermore, the situation that we are coming from the future to the past somehow makes me want to try and whine about the messenger-like dialogue from the future or something.

Of course, it's a conversation that we're keeping to what Dr. Editor has to say.

"Huh..."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, please excuse me."

"Huh? Ahhh..."

"I'm going to be looking around town and I'll see you tomorrow"

"Then I'll be with you..."

"Good night, Mr. Estelle"

However, any more talk on the boulders is dangerous.

The soy sauce face prompts the lorigon and editor teacher with his gaze, leaving the reception room behind.

The two of them had nothing to say and followed me solemnly.

◇ ◆ ◇

We took off the reception room at the mayor's house, and we left Dragon City behind on that leg.

Take care of Dr. Editor's space magic and travel to the southern countries without taking a few minutes. At the tip of the journey is a wetland named Granus, on the edge of the southern countries. Did the teacher say that the place was the twist of the predecessor Immortal King for the last few hundred years or so?

The first thing I remembered was an old story told to me by Boy. About a hundred years ago, a war between large and small nations that took place in the Granus Wetlands. The defeat and demise of a one-sided power, plus the survival of a small nation, by an amazing summoner who appeared in multiplication with this.

"I see, is it a zombie created by the Immortal King"

"Um, that's what I'm talking about"

Look out over the wetlands at dawn and listen to the teacher's accumulation.

Reaching our destination, we were strolling around the neighborhood looking for the twist of the Immortal King, located in the wetlands. Using flight magic, it rises from the ground at a distance of about dozens of centimeters above the ground and looks around the ground.

"I didn't think there was such a backstory."

"That's what the others said."

"Thanks for the detailed explanation. The boulder is Mr. Editor."

"No, that's not a big deal. Just live a little longer."

'Damn, that's how much I knew, too!? Me!'

She's adorable, Dr. Editor. Lorigon, on the other hand, who is late on the topic, raises his voice desperately trying to enter the circle of conversation. Since the resurrection of the Demon King, the latter's influence has diminished as the former's voice improves.

I'm sure Lorigon is also concerned about that.

That is why it is a hard-working appeal.

"Oh, come on! It's suspicious over there. It's dented!

"Sounds like it. Shall we go?"

'Yes! That's it! Let's go!

Anything. They said they had encountered the Immortal King a few days before they met the soy sauce face. In the process, he also took to the Wetlands of Granus, where he also saw the sleeping ruins of the Immortal King?

Thanks to this, Busamen will just follow the two of them around.

"You can see something like a hole in a stone shadow..."

No! Ahead is the Nest of the Immortal King! What do you say!?

As you pointed out, there was a slight dent in the corner of the wetland zone.

There's a big rock to peer at so that it's buried on the ground by. It seems oddly horny. When I think of the location of the wetlands, I feel a little uncomfortable. A hole poked at the side of that rock and opened his mouth about a few dozen centimeters in size could be seen.

If I didn't know what was going on, it would only have looked like an animal's nest.

"Why don't you just whisk it back?"

"Oh, come on, not really. May..."

"I'm fine. I'm not going to make that noise."

The teacher heads to the hole in the ground and raises his arm.

Then, ahead of us looking, the ground around the hole began to bump up. That's like boiling water in a pan hung on a stove. In a compartment about a meter square, the soil, exuberant as it boils, retreats to widen the hole step by step.

Is it magic to dig holes in the ground? It's the first time I've seen it.

In retrospect, the building by Stonewall did not require foundation work, so there was no opportunity to touch the work of this hand. Thinking about it, wouldn't Stonewall's upright guts withstand the collision of giant monsters be phenomenal? Even now, I am very concerned about the root part buried on the ground.

Watching it depends on that for a few seconds.

The hole beside the great rock was large enough for each person to pass through. Beyond that, the stone staircase glimpses chilly. The stone that shaped the steps was also highly corrosive, and cracks caught my eye there.

Incidentally, it was discovered that the large rock that was causing the head to peek into the ground was that protruding by one end of the underground structure. Because it was exposed to rain storms and shredded, it must have changed from its original shape to a natural stone like the one it is today.

"Apparently it's a hit."

"Naturally! Of course! '

"Are you going this way?

"Um, yeah"

"Understood."

Dr. Editor, who took the initiative.

The soy sauce face also continues behind it.

…………

At the end of the day, Lorigon followed with a look that he seemed to want praise.

◇ ◆ ◇

Inside the underground historic sites there were massive outbreaks of zombies and skeletons.

Furthermore, what Dr. Editor says is that the presence of zombies overflowing in this way also greatly influences past teachers' deeds. Thanks to this, I have been instructed that crusading is strictly forbidden.

So we went hand in hand with avoiding the impending undead.

Over there. Uh, over here. Uh. It is a journey that avoids the magic of flying through awkward zombies, skeletons, and other unobtrusive monsters. In the middle of a much less extensive underground passage, it is on the road that the difficulty is extremed.

I don't smell anything because of it.

Rotten human bodies, even more confined spaces, still reek of stench.

"That smells terrible. My nose is about to lift."

"Shh, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, no, you didn't blame the editor."

The human body is made aware of whether it stinks or not. What came up in my brain to respond is a lonely death word. If one person dies at home without a wife or child, I wonder if I will ever smell something like this again.

As soon as I think about it, I want to get married no matter how I scratch my feet.

I want you to at least find it before it rots, and I want to scream the aftermath of basic human rights.

"Aww......"

Oops, Lorigon hit the wall again.

He doesn't seem to be good at speeding, but he doesn't like flying around these narrow spaces because of it. That's right, the opponent is a giant figure dragon. Rather, it seems to be the first bending flight in my life.

"Gururu, I want to break something like this"

"Well, doing that will change the future"

"Gu......"

"With the zombies here overflowing all the way to earth, we got a better chance than this to encounter the Immortal King. Moreover, it also led to the outing of the Immortal King. If you defeat a zombie at this stage, the immortal king's future itself will be gone."

Normally, I would have let even one magical shot go.

So I lowered my fangs because the words of the editor are affecting me. They say they now have a place for conversation with the Immortal King a few months after this moment. It was triggered by zombies overflowing the ground from the ruins.

That is why we cannot defeat the zombies in the ruins on this occasion.

Busamen were also being heard on the way to the wetlands for such a story.

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. However, if we change the future that way, we lose our great advantage of knowing the future. Now more than ever, solving the outburst of the next immortal king will be a task of extreme difficulty."

It's scary when you suck at this kind of thing.

If you exorcise a monster overflowing with ruins on this occasion, your future could change. Other than Fang Ma, someone stranger might be going to take over the power of the Immortal King. Moreover, the person may be the owner of a dangerous ideology.

Such fears are a convenient progression to help.

Thanks to this, the frustration of the Lorigon saves money.

'... how far are we going?

"During previous searches, we confirm a small room that looks like it. Almost there."

It is the teacher who flies at the head of the group.

Behind it are salted plums such as lolligons and soy sauce faces. The best location where you can worship two opants all you want thanks to. However, for the convenience of proceeding with only magical lights the underground ruins, which are scarce in lighting, are dim at best.

Thanks to this, the colour of the fabric is the one that makes the judgment, but not by the time I worship Susie.

"There it is, here it is"

A forward teacher stepped down to the ground.

The soy sauce face and the lolligon also stand on their own feet to stop the magic of flight and line up beside her. On its front, there is a door that opens with a metal and a kannon opening. A splendid creation compared to the others is a sight that gives a hunch about the presence of the boss room.

'... is there an array here?

"If my assumptions are correct, that's what happens"

…………

Undead monsters like zombies and skeletons, which have been seen so badly elsewhere, are not seen in the neighborhood at all. That fact, on the contrary, fuels tension about existence in the room. I'm about to leave something, and I'm just complaining about a situation.

"Well, that's quick, but I'll just talk to you a little bit"

"Ma, stay"

"What is it?

Busamen take a step toward the door.

Then a voice rose from the side in response to this.

"The Omaes stay here. Wow, I'll talk to you!

Come here. For some reason, the Braveheart of the Lorigon is bursting.

What the hell kind of wind blows?

"Will Mr. Christina be on her way?

"The Omaes meet with the Immortal King even after this. If they remembered my face then, would I be in trouble? That's what the elf said earlier. You know, when the future changes, it's gonna be tough. '

"Sure it is..."

'I was with you then, but I'm sure you haven't even looked at me busily because I was standing behind an elf. So even if we went here to talk, we wouldn't be in trouble later. Isn't that better as the Omaes?

"Doesn't Mr. Christina not like the Immortal King?

"Be, always normal, normal!

If that's the case, the suggestion from her is indeed fascinating.

Soy sauce faces and other fangs have been witnessed perfectly when they inherited the title of immortal king. If this negotiation causes a change in your encounter with the Immortal King, this would be another troublesome story.

It is a story that seems normal for the immortal king who warned Busamen to hesitate to speak to Bo.

"If that's the case, can I ask you a favor?

I've never been more anxious about negotiating with Lorigon.

The point from her, however, is a headache issue, even for us.

'All right, then go, yes, let's go!?

"We are waiting here. In case it's going to be a fight, it's going to come down to this point immediately. Use the magic props again to travel to modern times. That way neither would the boulder immortal king be able to come after him. If it's about a blow, we can take it."

'... hey, are we going to have a fight?

"No, I think that depends on your negotiation..."

…………

Lorigon, I got a look on my face that I don't seem to want to go to.

The tail, now pinned and stretched, shriveled.

"What's up?

"Hey, let's go!? I said I was going!

Still seems to go.

Stretch the pin and tail again and walk towards the door.

Lorrigon today, kinda looks good.

"Be careful, man."

"If anything happens, we'll rush, too."

It's a big deal. Oh, my God!

Only slightly opened the left side of the kannon door and she walked into the room.

I'm so scared. I went in.

The remaining soy sauce face and blonde Dr. Lorim Chimchi are waiting in the hallway. From the gap between the door and the door, the style lets you gaze at just a few faces and watch what's going on indoors. The back of the rolligon, which gradually retreats away, appears as a strangely small thing.

"Is it going to be okay?

"… let's make a move so that we can return to the modern world soon."

"Right, please"

Apparently, the teacher also feels the same as the soy sauce face.

That's how the Lorigon moves on until we watch.

Dark indoors, the lighting will be the only magical light floating in her front. Thanks to this, the room is dim. It's not easy to see what's going on in the corner. At one end of those unreliable sights, the throne and thought objects lit up.

There's a skeleton sitting there all quiet.

It is characterised by a somewhat small body, compared to the one that was walking wide inside the ruins.

"... who is preventing me from sleeping?

"Eh..."

He made a noise, and his jaw, which was a nagging addition and subtraction, went up to look at the front. The blue and white glow that fits into the empty eye cave captures the lorigon accordingly. Every shake. That's a trait not seen by any other skeleton.

Looking under the darkness thus, it is a complete haunted mansion scheme.

Vikri trembles from surprise because of it is the wake-up dragon that was called out.

"Ha, I need to talk to you!

"Are you not a dragon tribe to see from the waves of magic? What do you dragons, the people of the sky, say to an undead like me until you visit a hole beneath the ground like this? If it was an empty continent, we would have handled it together."

No, it's not that way. It's something else.

"... what are you talking about?

"In the near future, the man who inherited the name of the Immortal King struggles without being able to handle that power. Show me how to do something about it. Hopefully, the next generation of the Immortal King will succeed the next generation without cutting off their lives."

…………

Lorigon shows a more legitimate negotiating attitude than this one could have imagined.

I'm a little impressed with the way it looks.

Is this how parents feel about watching their incompetent children become independent? No, but she's much older at her age. It reminds me that only a little bit of my daily words and deeds reflected young, and that the contents were clever dragons.

I mean, I guess it's an empty continent.

Overwhelmingly fantastic sounds tickle the adventures of middle-aged bastards.

"... have you seen the times ahead?

"That's what I'm talking about."

"I didn't even know the Dragons had someone who used space-time magic."

'It's not just a matter of dragons. Bigger story.'

…………

Wear your arms together great, hunce and nasally and exhale to show.

Lorrigon today, kinda dependable.

Besides, I feel like I'm listening, and there's something definite going on between the dragons and the Immortal King. I don't know if that's why, but the flow of the story is proceeding in a natural way. It feels much better than having a busy, faceless soy sauce face.

However, Skeleton's words, which were continued next, were salty.

"No."

Around the mouth of a skeleton that became all bones with no flesh or muscles. This is what makes me move and make my voice sound like a room. I don't care how the hell you make noise. Think of it as a magical solution, I'm sure.

"I obey the words of my predecessors, and at the time when the time comes, I will only receive power to the next generation in a pale manner. Whatever happens to other races, it's not what I found out. The words of my predecessors and the way this power is, for me, a priority."

"The whole world rots, right? Zombies everywhere, huh?

"Is the prosperity of my family quite good? It's not what started now, such as a race feud in the first place. Isn't that what you play with humans on a daily basis, such as the Demon King? Things in this world will only become what they are."

"Guru, Guru..."

"So if you want to stop, you just do your best to solve it."

"Guru... ru, ru..."

Lorigon, it is a disadvantage.

Even if you rattle your throat and try to intimidate him, he'll be smaller in an instant.

On the contrary, the attitude of Skeleton, which makes him talk and listen, does not change consistently. I am oddly obsessed, and the floating narrative grass makes me feel like this is still the sign of the powerful. I guess that means I'm not king to Dada. I'm curious about how old you are.

"Is that all we're talking about? Daughter of the Dragon Nation"

'... there's nothing you can do about it?

"Hanna."

…………

"Do you want to challenge me with those outside who are watching?

Skeleton's head moved only slightly.

It was like watching us standing over the door.

The soy sauce face can pull its head across the door in a big hurry. The teacher is with me. Unlike the other side being illuminated by the lighting magic of the Lorigon, where we stand is dark. The distance is also more than a dozen meters open. Let's believe I haven't even been able to confirm the shape of my face.

'Wow, okay. Return'

With this in sight, Lorigon showed a reaction.

The voice is also loud, nodding and responding to the other person's words.

"You should just leave."

"Gu......"

And it will be a remorseful look, walking back down to us.

Against her like that, Skeleton said to hang the chase.

"Daughter of the Dragon Clan, keep the door shut properly"

"Yikes, he's the finest!

The entrance and exit doors made a loud noise with the batan and were closed with momentum.

◇ ◆ ◇

Negotiations with the Immortal King ended in failure.

The outbound route was very strange, traveled by Dr. Editor's space magic, and we came back to the ground in an instant. About the holes that lead to the ruins are also sealed again by the teacher's magic. Now the object that reminds me of the big rock that was initially seen just gives me a little peek in the face.

Beside it, Busamen and Lolita are face-to-face.

"Well, what are we going to do..."

The editor groaned to ask himself.

Then he asks this with a roaring voice from the Lorrigon.

'... oh, angry?

"Angry? Why?

"I failed. I failed... '

The way you stare at your own feet and answer quietly, it's not like she is.

Apparently, I'm sorry for what I accomplished earlier.

On the other hand, the teacher who answers doesn't look unusual.

"No, it wouldn't have changed much in that way, no matter who was headed for it. Plus I didn't know there was an exchange between the Dragons and the Immortal King. Perhaps even with me or this man on his way, he couldn't negotiate more than you."

…………

"Let's hurry up and try to get back to modern times. We should share the results with the others."

"Right. I agree with the editor."

"... right"

Shun and the depressed lorigon are sexually cute. Much makes me want to be gnawed. It is clean regardless of the process because it has a high self-esteem but because of the fact that it prefers extreme communication. That kind of sensibility is corporate and livestock, chest cum point.

Your achievement rate is still zero, but seriously for this kind of work, I feel very favorable as a companion to the same team. That's what pride is to be proud of, and it made me conscious again myself. Busamen need to work hard too.

"Now, Mr. Editor, please"

"Uhm."

Nodding at the words of the soy sauce face, the teacher manipulates the magic prop.

The needle on the pocket watch I took out of my pocket snapped and set a destination.

"It's just after flying back here. You ready to go?

"Yeah, I'm fine"

'... good'

"All right, then, let's go."

Confirming we snorted, the teacher's fingers pressed the kachin and button.

What I was given intermittent hair was dark.

My whole body is wrapped in the shaky feeling of my feet, the same as what I was given when I visited the place. My vision also darkens and everything is filled with black. It feels terribly unreliable, losing its sense of front, back, left, right, and even up and down.

It's just that every few moments it's done, too.

Early vision regains its original way.

Spread around is the Granus Wetlands, which is very different from what you've been looking at up to this point.

The time is also back in the day.

"Now let's go back to Dragon City"

Confirm what the other two look like and let the teacher talk.

Nicole and a languid grin are adorable.

In response to her like that, the Lorigon spoke in a slightly stronger tone.

"Hey."

"Hey, what is it?

Teacher freaking out on the fast track.

Regardless of this, Lorigon went on to say pale words.

"Teach Me Space Magic"

"... why not?

"If you can use it, you can use it for me."

…………

Some sights were unusual, such as Lorrigon begging his teacher to teach him.

Was that how humiliating it was for her to talk to the Immortal King? But I just learned about spatial magic, and I don't doubt if I can beat that monster. However, still, she stares at the teacher with a serious look on her face.

I said, can't you?

"... no"

After a little worrying, the teacher was solemnly stated.

"You wouldn't mind."

'... is that true?

"True. But I won't be teaching until I've solved this one. The magic of this hand must come from theory. It will take a long time for the Dragon Clan to master the magic that deals with the senses alone. If you still don't mind, I'll tell you."

"I don't mind, I don't mind, just tell me."

"Um, okay"

…………

Lorigon staring at Dr. Zipp and Editor.

Thanks to you, Doctor, I'm losing my composure.

Well, that's what happens.

"Well, then, we're going back to Dragon City!

"Please"

The teacher who misses the pocket watch will use magic again.

Now it would be spatial magic.

What floated at my feet was exactly that magic that Lorrigon now craved. Convenient when it comes to convenience, but because of her strong role as a daily leg, she doesn't feel like she's just a little different from the vector she wants.

Well, can't I think in depth?

"The place to return is the reception room at the mayor's house."

Shortly after the whine reached my ear, the sight of my surroundings dimmed again.

When I keep taking it up, my head just comes crapping a little bit. Is it the same feeling as getting drunk on a vehicle? If they repeat it about two or three more times, it could make me sick. It seems better to refrain from using it continuously.

And two visions went through darkness, and that's Dragon City's Mayor's House.

The furniture in the room is retreated into the hallway, and instead, a large number of people are lined up indoors. That's no different than right after we left the place. Without lacking a single person, the teacher's words seemed to be correct, considering that the line was even identical.

"Oh, he showed up as soon as he disappeared. Huh!?

It was the demonic nobility who raised his voice the most.

I was staring at this one looking excited.

I think so, one person rushes under his soy sauce face without being able to tolerate his hair.

"Good for you! I'm so glad you're home safe!

It's Estelle.

She even wept in her tears and hugged her soy sauce face.

A series of behaviors is reminiscent of her before she lost her memory. Apparently he was worried about Busamen or something. When I get this straight favor, I get nervous about boulders.

However, the soy sauce face was shocked by her appearance like that.

That's the swelling I feel in my lower abdomen.

I felt more like a fearful person with no specialty than my chest honking from surprise.

"E, Mr. Estelle"

"What's going on? Could it hurt somewhere?

"No, I'm not..."

Soy sauce-faced gaze turned toward her abdomen.

Because Estelle's tummy, that's already stunningly swollen.

"Maybe you care about your belly child? Oh, yeah. Hey! It's me and your precious child. It's okay, I've run a little, but I've never been able to. I'll take her for my life, but I'll raise her up nicely!

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What's wrong with this, Estelle's pregnant.