Did You Know That a Playboy Can Change His Job to a Sage?

- I'm dreaming.

At first, I was better.

I was better at creating swords and wands.

Since when, everyone's ratings have been reversed.

What makes them say he's better at it?

The sword he created is equally sharp no matter who handles it.

The wand he created was equally powerful, no matter who handled it.

By contrast, my weapon - it only hurts the one who deals with it.

No one can use it. No one can handle it. No one can use it. No one can handle it.

Nobody uses it.

Inside, out.

I didn't run away. To become a single blacksmith, I went to Babel. It's for training. Find your husband and strike a weapon for him.

You don't have to deal with anyone. However, if my husband can handle it, that's fine.

I have no talent. So I won't force it. In blacksmiths, there is no adventure. Kill your personality, crush your traits, you don't have to be the best, go for stability and high power -.

That's what I came for.

I met Dylan Albertini. I met your husband. Your husband admitted to me. He told me he needed my weapon. So - I made a mistake.

Yeah, it's not your husband's fault. I just took it personally.

Even I said you can hit it the way you want.

I have talent, too.

……

No one can use it. Nobody, I can't handle it. If you try to force it, your husband will get scratched. Try to treat me like I can't, and my people will get scratched.

Oh - I wonder what I left for, inside.

- I'm dreaming.

At first, we just wanted to get along.

I just wanted her to admit it.

How long has that been, everyone's assessment, been fixed?

Wrong. Incorrect. Wrong. There is an error. I want to apologize. I want to apologize to her.

Everyone's rating is wrong. There is an error. Blacksmith's weapon is not like that. It doesn't have to be something that everyone can handle. Just one, if it's best for my husband, that should do it.

I want to apologize.

I didn't mean it like that. I just wanted to get along.

I have no talent. I'm just imitating her. I just want her to see it.

She's not looking at me.

Even if you look at my sword, you're not looking at me.

That's how - I left inside.

I can no longer strike my sword.

To a blacksmith who can't create a weapon, it's not worth living. I looked for a reason to strike the sword. I looked for a reason other than hers.

It was easy. It was what everyone was doing. Though it never occurred to me.

I decided to follow the Blacksmith's philosophy.

In other words, 'create a good weapon, Dragon Killer'.

I can strike the sword again.

I visited Babel to become a single blacksmith. Scouted by Olivia, he entered the 'Dragon Squad'.

Every day since we've had company, it's been a lot of fun. I feel the joy and happiness of what someone needs me to do. It is with great joy that my craftsmanship, my skill as an artisan and my strength as an adventurer are helping the party.

Because the purpose of "Dragon Strikers" is "Babel Attack," I follow that as well. One more reason to strike my sword. Mephis and Ferres, wherever Olivia is, I don't care.

Mephis and Ferres read my intentions properly in small numbers (though pranking on them), and Olivia seldom collides because she doesn't care about others.

It's very cozy for me, but on the other hand, communicating with one person outside the party is more or less misinterpreted as' arrogant, arrogant, cold woman ', which is also troubling.

Yes - I'm sure that kid thinks so, too.

I wanted to get along.

I just wanted you to see it.

... I want to tell you.

I also want to tell you that I had a good reason to strike my sword.

Like you, I want to tell you that I could have created the best weapon for my husband.

Like you, I want to tell you that I dream of creating a weapon that supports and guides my husband.

- Hey, nyan. We, properly, want to start over.

I laugh. I laugh.

Well, then, sooner... I couldn't tell you. He had no choice. If they say that, already...

- This way, I'm sorry.

Nyahoo. I kind of got a chest grip.

Good. Me too, I'm glad they told me right.

I think so.

- Who am I dreaming of?

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Heavenly Strike Tower Babel - 100th floor.

"-Its, Showtime"

The rigorous orchestra of the Spirit Music Corps echoes across the floor.

In the junction cottage Nyannyan sleeps, and in the earlier meeting place, Mehmet, knee-pillow by Olivia, sleeps.

There was a spirit with a demonic beauty floating over my head waving a broken scepter of holy trees and directing a musical team.

A spirit who once entrusted the command of a musical team - the dreamer Incubus.

I used the help of the musical team and his Incubus to bring Nyannyang and Mehmeh to sleep in my dreams.

We both knew we were caring about each other. If Mehmet can't speak well, you just have to keep that chest exposed. Apparently, what went well comes from Incubus.

"- It might be a little too much to go into one's dreams."

Laughing in self-derision, Incubus also laughed bitterly again,

"Heh heh. That's it, this is this, that's the guy, clown"

"That's what I'm gonna do."

Me and Incubus are gonna wink a little. After we do, we become each other's "wow" faces. Why are we doing this to each other...

"Nice tone..."

"My heart will be washed..."

"I see. This is the one called Healing Music."

The twins sighed better and nodded that Olivia was convinced.

The spirits playing also seem to see the encounter between the two dreams. Some are smiling and blowing flutes, while others are playing violin whining to the blubber. You all right, buddy?

Eventually, when the performance was over, the spirits returned to the void with a "done" face. Incubus also said, "Are you sure you don't want to show me your naughty dreams? Really? It's a lily space of loli breasts and pure loli, right?" or so I went home. Go home.

Well, it's about time we both woke up...

"Dylan!

Our tent opened and Tina came out.

Behind it is Nyannyan, who somehow wears a hood deep in his eyes and is shy and hidden behind Tina's back.

"Nyang Nyang"

Smiling and I called, she dashed suddenly, keeping her face hidden in the hood. Kiki next to Mehmet, who still sleeps, suddenly braked and stopped, peering into her face. As if to say, I don't want to show my face right now besides Mehmet.

And on Olivia's lap, Mehmet slowly raises her lid.

- Mehmet.

"- Nyannyan"

The first person to cry out was Mehmet.

Tears broke out in the rage momentum. I repeat like a rumor that I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hide my face with my hands.

Nyannyan takes that hand and repeatedly tells him that it's okay, it's okay, I'm the same.

"Well, we'll talk. From now on, as a blacksmith, as the same adventurer... we'll talk a lot."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you. I'll talk to Nyan..."

"I have a lot to ask Mehmet. I'm really curious about how you're creating weapons. How can I increase the concentration of my users so much?

"Me and I, we have a lot to ask Nyan... How can I hear a weapon so well...? I'm not sure yet..."

Yes, we confessed to each other, and the two laughed.

"Nha...... Nha ha ha ha ha ha!

"Heh, heh..."

It was one unyielding, heartfelt laugh.

The twins watching behind me smile calmly.

"Oh, we're getting along."

"Well, that's beautiful."

"You guys, didn't I tell you to leave me alone because it's a pain in the ass?

To Olivia's inquiry, the twins said, "I'm out of my mind,"

"Hey, Mehmet is our precious toy, Nana"?

"Yeah, we're just enjoying the growth of the toy Nana."

"Hmm?"

Wasn't the kanji weird for that...... Weren't you deluded in Rubi......

Well, fine.

The clown's not done yet.

"Okay, gentlemen, would you like to have a party?

Hiluru...... dong! And the fireworks I put up scattered in the night sky.

"What do you say? Ladies and gentlemen of the Dragon Squad. We'll treat you to delicious meat, won't we?

Olivia and the twins blinked.

"Oh, my God! hahahaha!

"Fine, fine, let's do it! haha!

"Affinity, do you mean? Hmm, that's not bad. I just wanted to get some information about you."

Looking back at Tina, she gave me a long thumbs up. With a really good smile.

"Leave it to me! Well, there must still have been a sauce the other day."

I laugh unexpectedly at Tina for taking me back to the tent.

"Thanks."

Sit down. Nyanyan and Mehmeh, who were talking about that and this, also stood up,

"... are you having a party?

"Nyah! My husband likes parties anyway. If you're free, you can start having barbecues in the dungeons."

"... sounds like fun"

"Nha! It's so much fun! We're gonna have fun together, aren't we?

".................. yeah. With Nyang Nyang, barbecue. I'm so happy."

"Nha ha ha ha! I can light it up when they say so straight!

We are totally friends. Yeah. I wonder if it's good. Lori Breast and Pure Lori Lily Space...... that's different. You've got some weird thoughts mixed up right now.

That's it.

On the top floor of Babel, the barbecue tournament began.

"I don't have a choice. Hey, shall we serve our secret wine too?"

"I can't help it. Hey, I want to serve our secret cheese too"

"" Magic Vegetable "Managent" - Aging Meat "......!? What? That's interesting! Oh, thaw the meat while dancing!? Are you insane? Are you nuts?

"Dylan! Not enough charcoal -! And the spirits are stopping playing -!

"Yes, yes! Dear Spirit, let's go with jazz next!

Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa ♪

"... uh, what we learned was a simplified version. All the names of the Seven Goddesses will be spoken properly."

"The more I gnaw...! Oh, the magic team I was just telling you about, but, you know, I hope I put it in my favorite shape. That way, the weapon will become more distinctive. It's easier to hear."

"............... it was................ you know, nyan, this meat, it's so delicious..."

"Nha ha ha ha! It's Tina's specialty, so nya! Oh, Tina and I are having a ritual together. Here's the thing, you and me arresting your husband..."

".................. Poop///"

"When suddenly shy, I get embarrassed this way Nha...///"

"Sage Dylan!

"Dance for me!

"I'm also Dylan the Wise Dance, which is interesting!

"Ha-ha! I have to respond to your request. Dylan the Wise! Tina, Nyan, come on!

"Yes" nya!

I slipped out with Tina and Nyannyan on my shoulders as I put ice on the floor with the magic of a sorcerer.

Jump with Tina and lift Nyannyan high.

Every time we dance, the belt of light colors the floor. It eventually went to the night sky and bloomed everywhere.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Heavenly Strike Tower Babel - 100th floor.

On the floor of the night sky that never dawns, the smoke of the festival, the beautiful fireworks, and the cheers rise.

The party, where the highest level of adventurers gathered, lasted forever and ever.

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"Master, this is necessary."

"... Dylan the Wise. This is necessary."

Nyannyan and Mehmeh stared at me and said so with all their voices together.

The night I had my fluttering meat at the barbecue.

junction cottage.

Bedroom.

No, I want you to wait.

Why are you both wearing clothes XXXX?

And why should I wear clothes again?

"Rebuild the broken wand and sword -. That too, with the help of Mehmet. I mean, Mehmet needs to be added to the ritual."

"... yeah. I'm the one who can help. Instead, let me study. So sage Dylan. My joining the ritual is inevitable"

I feel the strong will of the two of us.

I feel the strong will of both of us.

No, I want you to wait.

How come you both have my xxx all the time? Please, be gentler.

"My husband, you're making XXXX look so unconvincing."

"... I'm new to rituals with guys, but good luck"

Nyannyan saw Mehmeh.

"First time?

"... yeah. Usually, it was Olivia and Mephis and Ferres. Rituals."

Seriously. Four lilies playing.

"Your husband's XXXX has grown... Master, what did you imagine...!

"Sorry......"

"... strange, this is what happens... This is what I'm talking about..."

"Do not observe with innocent eyes"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!

Batavan! and the bedroom door opened and the light plugged in.

The light of salvation for me - that's where Tina was.

That's "Tank" as the wall! You're gonna protect me!

"Tina! Good, I'll help you - what are you dressed for?"

Level 99 warriors wore, not armor or helmets, but xx. That's also the soaked one. I gave up everything.

"Yes, like it already"

Tina raises her hand vigorously,

"I like it! Mr. Dylan, we're playing four tonight. Yikes!!

I'm dressed in xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Cat ear/cat tail x-bomb x-daughter makes my xxx look like a mattabi.

Fluffy hair and clear white skin tiny lol x starts licking my xxx horribly.

Being hit forever doesn't suit your sexuality.

I split up with my skills.

It's not where the four of us play. This one will increase the number of cards to fifty-three. up to 56 plays. It is a raging brawl. It is the Brawl Trump Brothers.

"Wow! Damn it, Mr. Dylan!

"Phew! Do it, no ears, no tails, heh!

"Wow, wow, um, be nice, please...... One at a time, please…"

It was a night around the rampage.

Hours later.

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"………………………………"

Three girls lying in bed and

"...................................................... Phew!

There was a man with a face who did it.

Well, anyway, it's me.

The ritual is safe.

Tina and Nyannyan are already alles, but I'll add that I've been properly nice to Mehmeh.