Comfortable cross-world living with the strongest housing app

Well, you'll know by tomorrow at the latest if you'll be lucky or vicious.

He stretches out all "hmm" looking at the dragon riding going far away.

"Once dissolved. I'll fix up the room."

Where the soldier was no longer visible, he raised one hand and declared in a slightly louder voice so that everyone could hear him.

"I'll see what happens with the pigeons."

Waggan tells you about his actions after this, as follows my words.

"I wonder if it's too early to scout the city."

I just want to know more about how Crystal Palace is reacting, but I'm still patient.

It's got a super strict system or something, and in case Wagan gets hurt, there's no ex or kid.

I don't mind getting shot off the pigeon. I hear the pigeon is immortal over crow information. No, should I say something like immortality?

When a pigeon dies, a new pigeon is born. The pigeon has incomplete memories of a premortem pigeon... Apparently.

I'm more scared this way than immortal.

"Dear Computer, Hutto-2 is a traitor. But I, Hutto-3, am a complete and perfect citizen."

What a line of distopia games came to mind.

Weird delusions, Waggan returns the word.

"I'm going to see how the Lütiers are doing. The pigeons are just eating and they're not moving."

"Sure. It's something that hasn't moved since I got in the car. It means you won't be able to fly."

That's why Waggan drags a feeding pigeon toward the elevator.

I can't give up. A pigeon pulls a bag with bait and a dried potato worm scatters on the floor.

Let the pigeon clean it later...... no, no because it's extra scattered.

He said he'd go the other way without clouding after the bird that stood.

By the way, Frey, standing on one knee, looks up at me and tells me sternly.

"We move the gargoyle until night. The festival is about to start tomorrow."

"There's a room to concentrate."

"Forgive me, for this occasion is protected by the absolute great magic of the saints."

Cold sweat drifted from my forehead into the usual, daunting decorative words.

"If I ever drop a bump, I want you to let me know"

"I will pay close attention"

Deeply thankful, Frey sits back and meditates his eyes on the couch right behind him.

Apparently she was in gargoyle steering mode.

"Titania needs my help."

"Yeah, I'll be the soldier."

Ha?

He twists his neck against Titania, who grips his hands in full mood.

"I thought I'd fix the room."

"There's nothing I can do to help you in your room, so I thought it was over."

"Yeah?"

"You practice in Fuji, don't you?

"Ahhh. Is that what you mean? I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this."

Yes, it was. Tomorrow, when the soldier and messenger and Ernst himself arrive, it will be my turn.

When that happens, we have to play the role of mentor.

I don't feel like pretending to be a great guy. It's a tough job for me. But I can't have someone replace me.

Hopefully, in one big speech this world's...... is too much to say, it will shake the presence of the Duchy of Crystal Palace from the ground up.

The speech will be a push of my thoughts against the backdrop of the absolute invincibility of the housing app.

I thought over and over again that it might be the act of a fool who was arrogant and drunk on his own power. But I didn't think of any more ways.

Assuming, of course, that everyone, including Maluburg, will dine.

Ego or whatever, I just wish a world where everyone wouldn't get hurt.

The Maluburgs, the humans, the Lütiers, the beasts, there was just mutual misunderstanding. They both made peace, they just wished for their own survival, but they got into contention.

I believe that human nations, including the Duchy of Crystal Palace, elves, dwarves, demons, dragon men, beasts and even goblins can live with mutual respect.

I don't know why the words don't make sense. It's never sadder to argue without even discussing it.

As a result of exhausting words and trying to understand each other, we may choose war. But that's not until we discuss it first.

Create a trigger.

I was inspired to think that we were compassionate with each other.

"It's your room first, isn't it?

"So if we don't do it... we're going to go fix up the room for now -"

"Yeah!"

Titania smiles.

Let's get ready by the time the Beast Warriors arrive.

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The Lütiers arrived safely before the evening and thought we were going to spend some time on the third floor in the large hall on the first floor.

Fire is used outside, and there are a lot of them, so if it's on the third floor, you know it's inconvenient to get in and out.

Hmm, because the warriors are in and out freely, they're in a public setting, right? That's not true.

We registered everyone's names before we left, and then we left Samarkand.

The road to Graf's village is a public setting, but everything from there is a private setting.

There are aspects between Graf and Samarkand as a safe way for each other's residents to come and go, but we don't use anything from Graf to Crystal Palace except us.

So it's a private setting to avoid the monster guys breaking in.

Ha.

The time is twenty-two o'clock at night, according to the time display on the tablet.

Even so, there was still more and more noise in the large hall on the ground floor and outside. You're doing really well.

They march all day and make all that noise at night.

Me? I'm indulgent in my own room upstairs with no bills.

"Hey. Fujichimakun"

Aisha, who flew into my relaxing bed, peered into me with her hands on the bed.

The puffiness shivers and I have trouble with the place of my eyes.

"I'm still trying to figure out which one."

Drop your eyes on the tablet again.

Bu-o-o-o-on...

I heard a hairdryer coming from the washroom next to the shower room.

Hmm. Someone's up from the shower, isn't it?

"Oh, no. Master Felix himself, no!

Titania came out with her wet hair.

No, you know what?

I hope you don't come out dressed with one bath towel wrapped around it...... I'm a man, too.

"Mr. Titania, it's okay. I know how to use a hairdryer."

It was Felix who came out following Titania.

He's already finished his shower and his clavicle, which extends from a noose slightly cherry blossom-colored, is glossy...... you can't be!

What the hell is this situation?

The trigger is that little hateful blonde boy.

A Maluburg guy says something weird like, "You need a lot of work tomorrow," and if it's a costume, it's even extra for the women...

And the women, other than Frey, who are focused on moving the gargoyle, assembled in my room.

I don't think I need to bother to even take a shower here, but let's make up our minds and have a relaxing evening. Let's do that.