Atelier Tanaka

After all, we were all set to head under the Immortal King.

On the outskirts of Dragon City there are participating members alongside Zlari. The surroundings are meadows as far as I can see. And it's midnight, so it's dark for the price. However, still, thanks to the lighting magic floated by each, I have no problem discerning the individual.

"All right, we're all set!

The doctor, who confirmed the appearance of the face, also made his voice speak out.

Besides those who were more positive about participation than they had initially been, such as Estelle and Vertical Roll, the area can be seen as Sophia in tears for some reason or even as a maid of honor of the smaller one with a bandage on her arm.

It really seems like everyone, everyone, is going to participate.

"There are two magical props for space-time magic. Given the size of each of the magic formations, there's nothing you won't be able to ride. Cramped and bad, but I want you to stay inside the formation somehow. Even if it sticks out just a little bit, there's nothing like being cut out there"

An announcement is made by the teacher along with the passenger crew.

That's the point where I was also concerned about the soy sauce face.

"I'm relieved to hear that. Wow. I was just worried about what I would do if my little Liz's chest was magically cut off and even smaller."

"Oh, it wouldn't be good if it was big, would it? What I've heard is, if it swells as young as you, it starts to drip fast, right?

"Huh..."

Right, does the opium drip?

Busamen are very sad if their vertical roll of opium drips. If this is to be avoided, it might not be a bad idea to recommend the high undead one day. I want that tension and luster to be eternal.

The future vertical roll opium was brilliant after a hundred years.

"But ho, are you sure? Making a risk for me or something..."

"That's what I've told you before."

There is also a figure of Boy beside him.

As Gogol said, I was able to discover it around a few flights south of the city. It is up to Dr. Editor and I to persuade each other to do something like this and thus obtain the consent of the companion.

"This is for Boy, but also for this whole town. Even if Boy hadn't inherited power, the same thing would have happened. So we can say that we are in an extremely even-handed relationship."

"... I'm so sorry, Count Tanaka"

"No need to apologize, boy"

Everyone stands around her, surrounded by her. Headed by his teacher, he's salted plums like Lorigon, Estelle, Sophia, Vertical Roll, Kimorongue, Gong, Demonic Nobility, Journal Professor, Shota dick, and West Brave.

The magic formation is about three meters in diameter. Assuming the size of a slightly larger elevator, it must be Dompisha. Even in the event of a retreat, everyone remaining in the rear can be moved at once, with the exception of faces such as soy sauce faces, teachers, lorigons and fangs who stood on the front line.

"One is for me to start. I'll ask you for the other one."

"Understood."

"By the way, the scale matches, so the needle doesn't stick."

"Thank you"

Receive the pocket watch that hung on the teacher's neck. Then, although only slightly, the body temperature remained in the chain made of metal. The temperature of the blonde Dr. Lorim Chimchi felt on the palm of the received hand is honorable. I want to push it against my own skin. Makes me want to pepper carefully.

"The operation's fine, right?

"I think it's okay. You push the bodant on the top."

"Uhm."

The outbound route consists of an editor teacher's flight and a soy-sauce-faced flight, divided into two parts.

If this was in elementary school, during physical education classes, people must have felt very sad not only around themselves. Around the teacher, on the other hand, there would have been a group of handsome and cute girls, who would have been very busy.

However, fortunately such a phenomenon did not occur and everyone moved.

As it turns out, in the same place, only Gogol, who answers, stands against us. It's popular all at once. I moved a little, so I miss the landscape a little. On behalf of all of us, Busamen would like to greet you on your departure.

"Now, Mr. Rocco, I'm going"

"Come on in."

Mr. Brown Lolita nodded small with cockroaches.

Confirm this, and the editor will call the order.

"Then, yes, let's go!

"Understood."

As instructed by the teacher, the soy sauce face pressed the button on the pocket watch.

◇ ◆ ◇

Returning to the past with space-time magic, we headed towards the wetlands of Granus with that leg.

Movement is by way of example the space magic of the editor teacher.

"It's about a few months back from now. To give you a more detailed explanation, the other day, shortly after we concluded our negotiations with the Immortal King. Moving before that, we decided on this timing because our actions over the past few days are likely to be affected"

"I see, I understand"

Changed from near Dragon City late at night to the Granus Wetlands during the day. Under a well sunny blue sky, we have been briefed by our teacher about future calculations.

"Besides me, I want you and the dragon there, and the princess of the kingdom of Nipple, to come to the bargain. The rest of you stay here. As I'm sure you already know, the underground ruins are not very large. Mixed warfare expected"

"Let it be, can't we at least get to the front of the room?

"During the battle, the collapse of the ruins is also expected. At the same time, you will receive an attack from the Immortal King. If you can get out on your own more than this, there's nothing you wouldn't even think about. But if that's all you have, I'd rather you join me as a force of war"

"... right, okay. Because I'm waiting for you."

"I'm sorry I just spoke unilaterally. Appreciate your understanding."

No, you're right.

Nod small, Estelle with a nickel and a grin to show.

To see how that was going, Dr. Editor continued his words.

"If we didn't return by sundown, I want you to go back to your original times with this magic tool. I've already set up a way back. After that, press the button provided at the top and the magic will activate just as it did earlier"

The teacher offered a pocket watch against the vertical roll.

"Wonder if I can keep it?

"I thought you were the best judge of that hand."

"Oh? It's kind of sad they say you're fast on the run. Wow."

"It's never a bad thing. It's important again."

…………

I know exactly what the teacher says.

Furthermore, beside the vertical roll, there is always a chimorongue. I don't know how it would be if the Immortal King came out, but otherwise it would be impeccable as a residual force. If you are this member, you have the hand to take him home at his worst.

He's still a quick elf around the head.

"And destroy it as soon as you return to modern times"

"Yes, is that okay? I think a lot of people are going to resent me."

The gaze of the vertical roll is directed away from the teacher and towards faces such as demonic aristocrats and journal professors. There the two Odysamas, who now burst into exact intellectual curiosity, were staring at her with a seemingly lucrative look.

"I don't mind. Make it yourself, but it's not a busy tool."

"If the producer himself says so, I will..."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Doris"

When the soy sauce face did not work, she received her pocket watch reluctantly and so on. Pick a chain flowing flat in your hands with your fingers and hang it around your own neck to show. Its busty chest sandwiched the body of the magic prop.

…………

Thanks to this, the teacher's attention is drawn to the valley of the vertical roll chest. Oh, what's that, the look on your face is adorable. Another pocket watch left hanging from the teacher's neck. In front of a flat chest, shaking in plain loneliness.

"Okay. Wow. I was entrusted. Wow."

"Thank you"

Dr. Lorim Chimchi, the blonde who made sure the vertical roll snorted and returned it to me all the time.

A decree departing loudly was also raised from that mouth.

"Hey, okay! Then let's go!

"Understood."

"Guru, Guru"

"Let me try my best not to get my feet together"

This is still a fantasy of swords and magic.

I feel like I've become a role-playing game character.

◇ ◆ ◇

The ruins of the wetlands were to be broken into through previously used entrances and exits.

It is a staircase leading to the basement discovered by the Lorrigon.

The journey to the immortal king's room is the same as the previous one. Though the future will change sooner or later, it is in line with the point made by the editor that any act that changes the future should be refrained from until the moment of overthrow of the Immortal King.

Thanks to this, the strange odor emanating from the zombies struck us again on the road. Flying magic that withstands so much rotten odor that your nose is about to bend. Is it about half an hour in time? I managed to get to my destination this way.

The teacher said that it was not space magic but flight magic that proceeded in order to get Boy entering here for the first time to check the internal structure of the ruins. Something like that so that one person can escape in case. As usual, he is half attentive.

"Was he living in a place like this..."

Looking in the front at the immortal king's chamber, Bo shrugged.

It would be an emotion remembering the skeleton we met a few days ago. Seeing the majestically constructed Kannon door, it seems to be under little barometric pressure. Even a soy sauce face that is oblivious to the culture and civilization of this world, it is easy to understand that the boss refrains from doing so after this.

"If you, the next immortal king, turn your fangs, he will attack you without hesitation. I plan to set up a place for conversation first, but I want you to be prepared to react at any time. Do you have anything to check on while you're at it?

"No, I'm fine. I'm ready."

"All right, then let's go."

Dr. Editor, who stood in front of the door, pushed the door open vigorously.

of both openings. That opens loudly with the van.

'Eh... ooh, ooh'

Lovely to freak out lolligon thanks to.

Usually in the office of the mayor's house, she's the one who lets the door open from the ears and ears. Wherever it is, it is still prudent. Even before, if I recall, here I was quietly opening my doors.

…………

Whatever the trembling dragon, Zundoko and the teacher moving on through the room.

We'll continue on her back, too.

Overhead is the lighting magic floated to advance the dark room. In the light of its brilliance, the throne rose in the deepest part. Compared to other skeletons on the seating surface, there are small bone people sitting around.

"... who is preventing me from sleeping?

A voice echoed in the room, wondering if the bones in the cuckoo and jaw had moved.

That dialogue, I feel like I've heard it before.

Could it be my boom?

"I need to talk to you. I've got a leg."

Unusual, let me tell you something grandiose, Dr. Editor.

Very Rin. I look so good on the sides and stuff.

As always, he is strong in the earthen.

"Is the dragon there a daughter I've visited before?"

'Eh... well, yes!

Lorrigon ringing his throat to show his intimidating posture.

At some point it is a state of battle.

Boy raised his voice to break into the conversation.

"My predecessor the Immortal King, this time I have spoken to you. I'm sorry to drop by all of a sudden, but could you just talk to me for a second? I won't let you take the time. Please, you're right."

"... previous generations?

"that you and I are destined to meet in the near future."

The teacher and the lorigon become quiet as Fang lifts his voice.

The soy sauce face also pays attention to talks between her and her predecessors.

"No way, that person is the next generation..."

The atmosphere of the Immortal King showed a change. Apparently he also did not assume that the next generation would come as a messenger. I saw the boy who raised his name and let him speak up in a somewhat surprising way.

"Oh, I inherited the title and power of the king from you."

…………

On the throne, a reaction was seen to the bone man.

The google and jaw moved and the angle of his head set to stare at Boy. I guess you understand correctly how amazing the power of the Immortal King is because you are Teng Himself who has received the power. That's what I thought.

"What can the next king do to me when he goes all the way back to the past?

"I just wanted to talk to you for a moment. There wasn't much respite to talk about when you gave up power. Could you just give this young man a little bit of a way to be the Immortal King?

It is a sign of talk from Fong Ma to his predecessor the Immortal King.

In her intellect like this, I love virginity.

People with membranes on their vaginas feel stable as people.

"What do you want from me?

"These people may already be visiting. Still, I want you to let me see if I can do it again. Is there any way to deactivate the power inherited from you? Apparently, you slept a little too much. Thanks to you, I don't have to lie calm."

…………

"It doesn't matter if it's temporary. I want you to let me know if there's any way."

"... None"

"Right..."

Returned by a bone person is an unchanged reply.

Under the title Immortal King, I guess he is just one being caught up again, just like Boy. What then did the first immortal king think and shape such a mechanism? I'm worried about you.

How is the existence of a king, not just him, born in the first place?

"Then let's take the place of words. I asked these men that your purpose was to take over the power of the Immortal King to future generations. Even if it doesn't come true in this day and age, if it comes true in the future a thousand years from now, can you accept this?

"... are you going to fly me to the future?

"Quite frankly, yes."

"Certainly people don't live for a thousand years. There will be enough respite."

"Exactly."

"And the dragons will take me in the future a thousand years from now, you mean?

I heard a voice from the Immortal King challenging me.

Lorrigon is where that gaze went.

This time her presence may have worked in a bad direction. As I've felt in previous conversations, there must have been some cause in the past between the Dragon Clan and the Immortal King.

"No, I'm not thinking that far. However, the likelihood that such a future awaits as a result is never zero. But after a period of a thousand years, there is also a good chance that even your powers will be controlled in the future."

"Previously, on this occasion, you spoke to the dragon there. If you're dissatisfied, tell your powers to appeal to you. Then why don't you give it a try? Let us challenge you to fly into the future. You move to eliminate us."

Whoa, here's a follow up from Dr. Editor to Boy.

From its narrative grass, it hangs on to change the future with all its might.

"... okay"

"I'd like to confirm one thing before I set things up. At least we have come to hold on to such a proposal on the assumption that where you flew a thousand years later, you would not inhibit its purpose. Does that make any difference? To not be unhappy with each other."

"None"

"Well, I hope so."

"But such a future will never come"

Apparently, it's exactly what we thought.

Did I just say that I cleared the first gate safely thanks to you?

"Because there's no way we're gonna lose to you."

"Huh..."

Immortal King moved right after a rasbos-like mouth.

By the magic of flight, the body rises from the flutter and the throne. Standing in position looking down at us standing on the floor, standing in the middle of a boss room with a high ceiling compared to the aisle. I feel like a series of grand acts or just the start of a boss battle.

You can't want a punch because your opponent is bone.

There's no room for virginity to get excited.

Thanks to this, it is the rise of a very serious picture surface.

"I'll come forward. I want you guys to turn around for cover from behind!

"Understood."

"I'm sorry, but I asked you!

'Oh, come on, that guy's gonna use some weird magic, so watch out!

"Thanks for the advice!

Returning the words briefly to us, Bo flew into the air again.

She's a pant looker again, too, so I knew I couldn't want a punch. And the teacher wearing the skirt and Lorigon are the backup posi watching the two from the ground with their soy sauce faces. I don't have enough punches because of you. I can't feel the moisture in the battle scene.

"You two will be wearing heels."

Present Dr. Editor and Lorigon with lasting restorative magic.

A magic formation rises at our feet.

If it is Busamen today, it can be activated all the time for about three servings, including myself, without exception. Thanks to a lot of leveling up. Even compared to the time of the Lorigon, MP and other single-digit rises.

If their endurance gains the restorative magic of Busamen, isn't a single blow death avoidable, even an attack from the Immortal King? And if you can kill and avoid it, it's the battle style of the higher-level people who can figure it out.

It feels like a nettle boss offense, but it makes me very stomachy.

"Hey, what is this..."

"Whoa whoa!?

This is the first time I've sent this magic to both of you, if I recall.

Shortly after receiving the restorative magic, a strange roar continued to rise from their mouths.

It was a little horny. I accidentally wanted to hit him in a row.

"Rest assured. No adverse physical effects."

"No, but this feeling..."

"Something's gonna fluff you. Huh!?

While doing so, a dispute began between Boy and the Bone Man.

The throne inheritance is also on the few days, my boy who fought in the air with his predecessor, the Immortal King. That battle is a big deal. I'm sure the technology I learned at school is alive. I was very anxious at first, but I am competing more than I imagined.

"Kunooo... no more power lost than I imagined"

"The sweetness of your prospects leads to this situation."

A fireball released by Fong flies to Skeleton. Will flame-based magic still work easily for the undead? The Immortal King, who has paid off the fireball with one arm, is burning ahead from his elbow, never intact.

"Yeah, they'll finish it early!

The flat palms of all the bones were lifted against her.

A magic formation rises in its front.

At the same time, several blue and white flaming arrows appeared around him. Anyway, it doesn't resemble an F-run with a soy sauce face. Without this taking a few seconds from the appearance, he headed under Bo Ma and was shot out with great momentum.

I guess flames still work for the undead.

"How about..."

I heard Dr. Editor barking right next door.

Understood that it was no good, Busamen also moves.

"Boy, please step back!

Eyes for eyes and teeth for teeth.

I need an F run for the F run.

I hurried to order only the same number of flaming arrows and struck out for the magic of the impending bone man. As I thought this way, the flames created in similar shades fly in a straight line toward the magic unleashed by the Immortal King.

One bullet at a time, he starts making noises.

"Become..."

"After all, you were still hiding your powers, Count Tanaka!

On the other side of the blast, I heard Boy looking fine.

Apparently, he's safe.

Thanks to you, Busamen can reply with confidence.

"No, I was never hiding it. It's just that it's better to keep these things to the end, and when you're hot on the opposite sex, the market is set."

"You would not need such small technology. fall in love with me."

"There's no such thing as extinction."

Shit, that's bad. Somehow, it doesn't seem good in the past.

I was so admired for these dandys-filled battles. 'Cause when we always argued, it turned out to be naked. Maybe my first hunch that this busamen can be dressed normally. Thanks to this, the tension grew even more.

Now about the immortal king, he could be defeated normally.

I'm dying to work really hard.

and so on, and was it not a good idea to think shallow as a person?

"Yes, humane!

Now here comes the magic of the bone man.

That's separate from the flames, too.

An odorous, darkening, foggy thing looms.

And surprisingly fast.

"That's it, that's it! Don't hit me at all!?

"Huh..."

Cancel the f-run I kept trying to strike out. Following Lorigon's instructions, the soy sauce face flew the body with flying magic in great haste. Fly for a breath about a few meters and land on the ground again. I look back over my shoulder.

Then immediately afterwards, until where I have been standing, something like a black mist reaches. I think so, a section of the floor of a historic monument that touched Moyamoya began to shatter gratuitously. I don't think a stone made floor would rot, but it's a close reaction.

'When you hit it, your body rots! Don't ever hit me!?

"I see..."

That would mean magic that undead the subject, the same thing that Bo Ma turned the great people of his neighboring country and the gardeners of the Cherry Kingdom into zombies. And now we have no cure for undead opponents.

What a horrible move.

It is also convincing that the soy sauce face and the teacher were defeated together.

Though this is a discretionary imagination, the Lorigons. The Dragons will have also struggled with this Immortal King. Fear can also be seen in these pieces of advice. Wouldn't it be a zombie from the enchanted dragon or a substitute that wouldn't be as stylish as it gets?

That is why we must hurry.

"Mr. Editor, we can't even get close. Son of a bitch!

"Oh, I understand!

It is an abrupt change of operation.

Against the bone man, the teacher and Lorigon, who were peering into the gap, turn to Boy and change course. Then the Immortal King, who confirmed this, has also noticeably changed his response in the way he understood our intentions.

"I see, space-time magic is exercised with the help of magic props."

How sharp you are when you haven't said a word about magic props.

Thanks to this, our intentions are morose.

It is because of the soy sauce face.

Because you don't have a choice.

"Knock..."

During the progression of Dr. Editor, who flew through the sky, the Immortal King will be on his way.

She tries desperately not to bypass this, but the power difference between the two is overwhelming anyway. In the status previously confirmed, it was overall single-digit different. Whether subjected to sustained healing magic or not, it is imperative to defeat when challenged directly from the front.

"You can rot."

Magic was unleashed from the bone man.

It's a vicious fog that makes the subject a zombie.

"Huh..."

Blonde Lorim Chimchi teacher trying to evade aggressively.

But at any rate, one end of it scraped to the toe.

"Mr. Editor!

"Guhhhhh..."

A teacher with a distressed look and a voice.

It rots as the tip looks from its ankle. The virgin rushes to try to cancel the healing magic that hung on her. In the meantime, she cut the affected area with her own hands and cut the tip off the rotten ankle with a hand knife.

Check that out, the virgin cancels the recovery magic cancellation.

Then the teacher's leg instantly grew gnarly and regained its original shape again. Dr. Editor was like an action actor in a Hollywood movie. I looked so good. The kind that disinfects the wound with a hot burnt knife.

Thanks to this, I also had an eye for Bo Ma's maid's treatment policy.

"Run, run, run!

The Lorrigon strikes with no room for intermittent hair as he sees a series of things.

He approached with his throat rattling and punched the bone man in the head with all his might.

But the other person can't even see how it sounded like this.

"... the Dragons are also going to repeat the same mistakes?

"Eh..."

On the contrary, he was beaten by a bone man and lined up towards the ground.

It falls to the ground and becomes a dusty feather.

On the other hand, the battered side descended sharply to hang a chase on her.

Where this is at stake, Boy puts in a cross spear. sudden braking by flight magic, sliding your own body between the two. He unleashed more massive fireballs and received the immortal king's progression approaching the Lorigon.

"Ki, I'm your opponent!

"Knock..."

I sincerely thought it would be nice to be here with Fang.

Otherwise, I'm sure we were instant killers.

The king's title is not Dada.

Unlike a battle with the Demon King, the restorative magic of the soy sauce face is not helping. In that regard, it is no exaggeration to call him the worst compatible with us. I wish I could do something about even the black fog, but that seems pretty hard.

Moreover, even if the place is a room in an underground historic monument, it cannot fly around satisfactorily with flying magic. For soy sauce faces and lorigons that have been on the main stage under the blue sky so far, there is no stage where you can get a more away feeling.

I mean, Busamen will join us.

I can't just watch.

Ahead of his own consciousness was a pocket watch overflowing from the teacher's hands.

It fell on the floor of the boss room. That's it.

"Oh, come on!

Busamen picks this up off the floor earlier, just beside the teacher who was now flying beneath it. It is a get. Check the needle and scale, the setting has already been exchanged a thousand years later. The magic gauge in the back is impeccable, too.

All you have to do is put your opponent in range and push the button on the top.

I also say that it is difficult.

"Leave it to me later"

"Stay! Regardless of how good you are, you are dealing with the Immortal King..."

"Apparently, me and the Immortal King are going to go well together."

Let's be precise and strong in front of Dr. Editor.

Next up on the fireball is the turn of the heel.

It's also the magic of attacking recovery.

While Teacher Editor, Lorigon and Boy are fighting so hard, it's very hard to just watch. But Estelle tried to follow us, and now she might know. I think it would be nice to come with just the shape.

"Mr. Editor would like Mr. Christina, please"

"Damn...... never die!?

Leaving the rescue of the Lorigon buried on the floor to the teacher, the soy sauce face hurries under the Immortal King.

It's a form that breaks into a dispute between Fong and the Immortal King.

"Give it to me, Ningen"

"Don't even think about it if you're coming with me in a thousand years."

"Shut up."

He's an immortal king who doesn't feel like he's getting hot.

Heading under him like that, the soy sauce face is your proud flying magic. A cursive flight that seems to be gradually gaining proficiency yesterday. In a space like a little gymnasium, while avoiding the black fog created by a bone person, I manage to fly myself under the subject in this way.

However, it is still difficult to fit into the magical formations of space-time magic.

Under circumstances where the opponent is free to move around, it seems impossible.

"Boy, I don't mind in a little while, so can't you stop the other guy from moving?

"Wow, okay, I'll try!

"Thank you"

The space-time magic occurs only slightly but with a time lag, from pushing the button to activation. Busamen are also new to memory about the unexpected bird jumping in. I don't think the Immortal King can do the opposite because he was able to intrude.

No, wait.

When this happened, the best magic was on the soy sauce face.

"I said eat it!

From Fang Ma's hand, the fireball was released again.

There are more than just now.

Dozens of fireballs fly toward the subject with tremendous momentum.

"It's not long before you inherit power and compete for the next generation to lose."

In contrast, the bone man responds gently with his right hand raised to the front.

I don't have to avoid it. I can feel the vibe.

Stat wise, the power difference between them is absolute. Because I understand this, the immortal kings of the previous generations can respond to Boy's offense with the smallest motion. I'm sure they're after a protracted war.

His pride in doing so becomes a gap in the soy sauce face.

"Stonewall Ruh!"

Busamen exercise civil magic for the moment the fireball lands.

gnocking huge rock walls around bone people.

It has stretched to protrude down from the ceiling.

It feels like a square chimney with its mouth facing down, hanging indoors from the ceiling. It is shaped like a closed box with respect to the upward direction. Inside, you can see just how a bursting fireball is now blowing flames with the roar.

"Hey, what's this wall?"

Wolfish immortal king.

As he shook his arm up against the wall, he began to beat Gatsungutsun.

Heading under it, Busamen approach with flying magic.

"Damn, it's hard..."

"That's it!

"Huh..."

Enclosure by Stonewall with mouth open facing downwards

At the entrance and exit, the soy sauce face pressed the button on the pocket watch.

The cock and dry noise sound small.

"Nooo, get out of there!

"No, I'm not leaving."

No way I'm going to miss it.

At the same time as pressing the button, work on the final finish. Block the only empty lower mouth with more stonewalls. Then the confined space will be completed successfully. The magic formations that floated up intermittently illuminated the darkened interior with thin blur.

The soy sauce face is inside the wall with me, but I can't help it all.

It is the fist of the Immortal King that looms.

Blue and white glowing fist bones.

Busamen embrace this with sustained healing magic.

I really can't avoid eating a blow at this moment.

"Huh..."

And it shall be water upon the baking stone, even if it shall be answered with its left hand raised against the baking stone.

He is blown up from his neck as it is, and his consciousness is lost.

Shortly before that, the soy sauce face caught a glimpse of the magic formation announcing the activation of space-time magic.