Elf no Kuni no Kyuutei Madoushi ni Naretanode, Toriaezu Himesama ni Seitekina Itazura wo Shitemimashita

Alone in a large room, Nightingale sat down in a large chair and laid in front of him. Again, he was writing a crisp note to the big desk.

Clever use the tail draped from the chair and occasionally lift the pancake to carry it to your mouth for a bold meal and continue writing again.

When I finally finish one, I end up judging and shifting that document to the side, pulling another piece of paper from the reverse side to start crisp again.

The nightclub desk was loaded with paperwork almost entirely up high except for the space where she writes, and that was what accumulated while the nightclub was playing around in Seimrad.

Though a girl who looks about ten years old, Nightingale is a princess of the subdragon species who lived 800 years.

That life - no, there were countless breakups with friends and death fights with enemies among dragon students. There are countless clues that follow.

A friend tells me I'll "give it to you" and I'm having trouble disposing of the land. The cost of restoring a castle I used to destroy (a 300 year loan). As soon as the paperwork leaves me alone, I accumulate.

I hated this job at night when I loved to get around the rampage outside, but I'm serious about not saying that from around the age of 600.

But it's a pain in the ass that I made it, and when I write it for a long time like this, it gets "uh-huh" and I want to burn the paper.

If I complain to the samurai Gallo, she says, "It's because of the Ohio who left me alone until so long ago," and gives me additional documents again.

It was time to really want to escape, and at night, when the pen was placed and stretched, his neck snapped.

And I looked up at the ceiling and sighed... I remember Keith.

What are you doing by now, are you flirting with Nia or Aisha or someone else... or are you thinking about yourself?

I don't think the last one is going to be possible somehow, but still slight expectations raised my tiny breasts.

(I've been wanting to meet Noh... Anyway, Noh and Keith don't have a special relationship... ugh)

Keith couldn't help but hold me and I wanted to chew. At night, I set my face on fire.

I want to see you now. You meet me, you hold me, you kiss me, you take a bath, you flirt with me, you sleep with me...

More and more applauded by his delusions, and at night he couldn't stay or stand, he glanced at the paperwork in front of him.

I think as soon as this goes away, but I started running the pen again when I changed to a pathetic look without being able to do anything about it as a responsible Lori BBA.

I couldn't help but think that I would clean this up as soon as possible and that I wouldn't have a good boy to meet Keith as soon as possible.

So when I cleaned up about ten documents, the doors of the room at night opened with a noise. And it came in.

It was a fat man. Arms, legs, hips, chest, neck, face, and tails and horns. It's all thick.

Signs of releasing, even breathing, the man was showing unusually large back lengths that were only as good as regular adult men.

The wounds all over the body show that a man has never fought a smaller man than himself, and that he has defeated a much more powerful opponent than himself.

Completed martial arts. The ultimate in violence. An alien created at the end of a blind ideal that it is the overwhelming power that crushes everything. That was this man.

That's the only space that distorts every walk that frightens the powerless animals and causes them to die. Nor is the anecdote Dada that once killed tens of thousands of Dark Races just by roaring.

Such a monster gazed at the night with an engraved face, approaching every step of the way and the girl,

"Nightshade, is it time to get hungry? Dad, I brought you some sweets."

When I said that in a very sweet voice, I showed a 60 cm diameter hole cake that I had hidden on my back. In contrast, Nightingale takes a huge sigh.

"Dear Toto... Didn't you just bring a freshly baked pancake... and ten minutes before that, I can't eat that much"

A man at night who uses reverence rather than his usual tone - Daddy at night takes a pitiful look.

"'Cause it's so great at night, Dad, reward me... and I won't be back for a long time, so in the meantime, I've got more sweet-making repertoires."

Yes, this bun is just a pancake. It was all made by daddy at night. Besides, the tea we are drinking is also home-grown in the fields of the back mountain.

This man, who once destroyed tens of thousands of great armies and even tied up a Thai man with an angel when he was younger, now made it his only hobby to feed his daughter delicious food.

Sure, that skill outweighs even the court cooks in every country, but I get tired of boulders every day like this. So the nightingale,

"If you're so proud, why don't you send it to Sister Ka or Sister Ka Liang?

When he tilted his neck and asked, at night Daddy swelled his big scratchy cheeks without being puffy and cute.

"Hmm! I've been to a daughter-in-law like that, and I've rarely seen her face! I told you to show your face once every three days!!

You can't do anything like that.

What do you think about going to my wife? I was frightened at night. But Daddy Nocturnal,

"That's why it's only a nightfall for my dad anymore. Nightshade, you can stay with your dad for the rest of your life, okay?

This man, now 800 years ago, said, "Be Toto's wife!" He was a bad dad who still believed.

Nightshade told me not to say horrible things, with a scratch in my heart.

He said, "Toto will have Kaka."

Then, at night, Daddy turned away from his gaze as if even the bitter bug had chewed him up.

"Ah... such a ghost daughter-in-law who rejects Daddy's made treats in one word of" I'll get fat "... ugh"

At night, when it's getting really annoying, he just takes the cake and tries to finish the conversation.

But at night, Daddy cuts the cake apart, re-brews the tea, and asks for his thoughts with a cowardly face.

So when I say it's delicious, it doesn't leave the room at all, drooling my lectures on how to distribute the eggs and where the sugar comes from.

I can't do that either because I'm such an intimidating man trying to ignore it, and at night I finally get to the paperwork that never goes on,

"Ahhh too!! Yes, please leave it!! I can't get the job going!!

"Hino! Until my youngest daughter is finally rebellious!?

"You can't work because of Toto!! No more! Please don't!!

Daddy Dragon apologized again and again with a crying face to the little dragon treading on the estate.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Nightingale, Dad just wanted to talk to you at night."

"If you want to talk, please do it after work! Get out of my way now!!

"Ugh... sorry... looks bad..."

I apologize for the night. I turned to my dad at night. At night when he felt hated, his dad collapsed on the spot in the shock of the collapse of the world.

"At night... he hates me... oh... no more... no more"

Seeing it sideways, Nightingale came up with a few ideas. And when you think of something good,

"... Dear Toto, can you listen to me for a favor? If I do, I won't have to forgive you."

"Huh!? Hey, what!? Honestly, it's the night! Listen!! I'll listen!! Ask me anything!! What, you want a new airship? Or country? You want a country?

I said "bye" when I turned a good grin at my father trying to make him sweeten up on a different scale...

A few hours later - Gallo, who visited the room of the nightclub with new paperwork, saw his daddy at night running a crunchy pen in an apparently cramped chair there.

"... this, my king... what are you doing?

"... you'll forgive me if I get rid of all this."

"Huh...?

In front of the leaning gallows at night, Daddy pushed his sentence to the paperwork in loneliness.

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"This openness at its best!!

The little dragon, able to spread its wings and fly heavenly, stretched to the fullest to receive the sun's rays all together.

The night he pushed all his work on his father and escaped through the window, he's headed all the way to Seimrad. To meet Keith, of course.

I don't want my daughter-in-law to go. I can't believe my daughter pushed me to work to meet a man. If Daddy finds out at night, the heavens will tear apart in frenzy and the earth will crack.

But that's trivial for a night captive by thoughts gained for the first time in 800 years.

Because now I have to get a hug full of Keith to meet me as soon as possible!!

For this reason, when Nightingale cheeked his father's special cake into a cup of mouth and ingested calories, he turned all his energy to his wings.

The taste of the cake I would eat to meet Keith was different from the taste of both, and I felt it was many times better than I would eat in that room.

"Ugh! Well then... accelerate Sochi!!

The night when he cried out, the clouds were scratched out in an instant, and the walls of the speed of sound were easily exceeded. Loving maidens are the strongest.

For that reason the night came to the land of the elves, far from the land of the dragons, and the night came by day and night.

Several times along the way, he exorcised the bandits, kicked the monsters that would break out, and was worshipped by Grandpa Rural as "God Bye," but that's trivial.

Even then, in my head, I wanted to meet Keith, and the night was pink, and Saimrad finally arrived.

Bumbling his tail at the pleasure of meeting him, he tells his heart to calm down first, though.

Keith might say something weird again if I went to Aura Bali where I missed him like this. That's all we have to avoid.

I've admitted the fact that I've missed you already. At night I thought so. I stopped over the palace and looked down calmly.

There's Keith in this palace, and I'm sure he loves himself.

Because I couldn't help but miss Keith so much, I'm sure Keith would.

When I asked someone like that, I believed in something that would make me laugh with my nose. At night, I looked down at the palace from above using the divine motto eye.

Looking around, I found one, a brunette brunette, mixed with a blonde blue-eyed elf.

Keith smiled the night. But in an instant, he turned his face faceless and continued to look down with his dead fish-like eyes.

I'm sure he'll think of himself. The inferior species, who believed so, were doing inferior things the same as the phase.

"... well, yes... Nia and Leonora today... yes or yes, it's great to be pinched because it's small and big... yes or no"

Reading the dialogue Keith muttered happily between the two of them, Nightingale floated blue on their foreheads.

I'm sure he'll definitely think of himself. The inferior species, who believed they would be lonely, were licking Nia and Leonora's side by side with a forgetful look about the nightcap.

Magic begins to leak in anger, and that charges over the sky and calls for thunderclouds.

When a sudden rain cloud covered the city from the palace, the elves were very busy hurrying to get their laundry done and clean up what was shady.

Keith also went back to the room after holding the two princesses scattered, struggling to bathe and dry Lou, who had become a wet rat.

When Lou, fluffing his hair with the magic of dryness, leaves the room, "I hate baths." Keith starts preparing for the bath by storing hot water in the hot tub for himself.

"Steady... the weather is clear all day today... hmm?

Keith, who looked outside, saw a black shadow there. Ghost!? and frightened for a moment, but if you look closely it looks familiar.

Tail little dragon on the corner. It's a nightcap.

"Ah, get it? What are you doing here?"

To Keith, who climbs out of the window and calls him, on a wet night, he mumbles his mouth into a letter to.

I know how angry you are, but now it's not the time.

"Nightshade! He said if I stayed there, I'd catch a cold! Quick to the room!!

There is no such thing as having a cold as a dragon getting wet, but when I still speak that way, the nightcap enters the room through the window reluctantly and so on.

hurried out a towel and wiped her body. Keith was

"Wow, it's getting cold. What's the matter, Nightingale? In that place. Why didn't you speak to me?

In the first place, if you were a Night's Eve, you would have walked into your room on your own with metastatic magic. Yet.

If you think so, Nightingale turns her back.

"... Keesu... with Nia and Leonora... because I seem so busy"

"To?"

"The two of us... we had so much fun... we thought it would be a bad idea to interrupt."

So? Keith made no particular excuse while wiping his head off at night, guessing why he was grumpy.

Or I'll wipe your body and your feet and tails properly without even talking to you.

He didn't say anything back to me about a gentle gesture, so I felt sorry for him at night that he wouldn't even make excuses.

It's pathetic to be excused, but it was more pathetic not to be. Keith held up the little dragon who was about to cry at his thoughts, which he didn't know well.

"Hey, what are you... Bye"

"Because your body is so cold. Let's take a bath. It stinks of sweat at night."

It's obvious because we've been missing each other for thousands of miles. I shut my mouth trying to say that.

And I was wondering if I'd ever forgive you for being in such a good mood, with my still damp body, "Hmm!" and turned that way.

Still, I can't resist taking a bath myself. It was a nightfall.