Astrea was in a good mood.
He was covering his body with a coat, but the joy of not being able to hide was overflowing.
"Do you think Kondo will stick around?"
I'm skipping. I even sing songs. I'm going through a cobblestone city like dancing.
He's a monster I've seen a lot of lately. Avoiding it, the residents of the Intermediate District stopped by the end of the street and there.
"I wonder if the ocean would be good, mountains would be good"
Under the hood, the brave man laughing.
I mean, we're talking about "going to sea and sashimi Kraken" or "going to the mountains and kicking the Titans in the ass" -.
"Pfft."
Well, it's no different than a picnic for a brave man.
It's my job, but if I'm going with a friend, I'm not talking about it. The work of the brave man, who hated it so much, turns into a happy, fun and exciting trip.
Friends are still good stuff. That would also be exceptional if we were friends who could share secrets.
"Ha-ha-ha."
I can't help but laugh.
Astrea had never made friends that looked like friends since she became a brave man.
They saw themselves with color glasses, and they took that for granted. I was always trying to behave like a brave man because I was a brave man because I didn't think I could change that. So I gained respect and consideration, but I was a very unrelated astrea to something called friendship.
It was something she had made a friend named Nobunaga there, so she became fit for him enough to tell for herself. Sometimes work is accomplished, and when I follow, and this is how I come to Grand Feria, I put in a request and bring Nobuo Sayama around.
(Is that annoying?
And I had patience, but I don't have it for three days either.
Astrea, the brave man, was still visiting his free life today, just as he regained his youth, which had been gray, in a lost decade.
"Here I come."
Astraire opens the office door in a good mood, takes off her coat and smiles.
I don't know what to do. I'm used to welcoming people, and noble daughters welcome brave men without surprise -.
"... is that it?
If you're in the living room, it's still unusual to have a noble, non-Yumiel figure in the office.
White and black girl clinging to both arms of your greatness. They have somehow found the brave and have not even tried to hide their vigilance.
"... yeah?
Astrea unwittingly twisted her neck.
It's been a long time since I've felt this way and openly hostile.
Remembering the freshness in such a place, the brave man, after all, looked surprised.
Sitting in the free-life office, in the reception chair placed there, Astrea looked in a good mood.
"... coarse tea though"
"Oh, thank you. Yumiel is really sweet."
"... that's not true"
A brave man who thanked his maid for carrying tea and cookies and carrying teacups in his mouth. She leaks "uh-huh" as she narrows her eyes to the sweet scent.
"Rest in peace. I don't know how long I've had a slow cup of tea."
One or two sips of warm tea.
A relieved Astrea finally faced the front here.
…………
"Ugh..."
"Rururu......!
The seats across the street are yours and three: Luttoo and Melissa.
Kwan Dae, clinging to the right arm and left arm of each of the two girls, looks at Astrea with an indescribable face.
"Hmm."
Keep the teacup, Astrea is often silent.
I wondered what she was thinking, and with a smiling look, she said,
"I envy flowers on both hands."
"There will be a few more things to say though!
That's just as loud as you raised your voice.
Threatened by chaotic dragons, seen in tears by an artificial Virgin, why can she remain so flat? Because you're a brave man, or is it your personality? Noble Daisy, not yet out of grasp, held her head to a sigh mix.
"Will you take the place? Like what?"
"You're not..."
The words make sense, but I can't have a conversation.
I fell into serious discommunication, and now when you wonder what's going on...
"Go home, go home! Go home, brave man!
Lootoo raised his anger.
Chaotic dragons, with their hair upside down with anger and golden eyes glittering, keep their teeth protruding.
"Bring Takahiro around every time! Who the hell do you think you are!
"Hmm, you're in trouble"
"This is the one who's in trouble! If that depressing evil god is gone and you think you can finally relax... what the hell are you! Take away my time with Takahiro! You're selling fights!
"It's not like that."
Astraire seems a little uncomfortable because she has no idea.
Whether that, on the contrary, crippled eclampsia, more and more routers intensify their anger.
"I'm still not a brave man or anything! Always get in the way of our chaos dragon...! Takahiro!
"No, calm down. You mean, you know him? You guys."
"Oh! This guy is a hell of a bad guy! I just kinda burned down one or two of the villages, and they fly right up and cut my tail off..."
"That's gonna fly."
It's an evil dragon attack.
You're not a brave man if you don't go out there, and you rather just had to tail well -.
"Well, because they were all bases for being wicked or poachers. So when the Mountain of Demons gets noisy, as a brave man, you have to go out for the peace of the world."
"Shut up! That's what you know!
"I didn't mean it even as much as I did. It's better up there, right?
"Shut up, you pettens! You little prick!
Apparently, Luttoo hates brave men from the bottom of his heart.
Did you enjoy being even moxibusted so much, or do you hate the brave man's ability to "absolutely win" or what...
Anyway, the fact that the brave are here seems intolerable in itself. In front of the enemies of uncluttered heaven, Luttoo still had a biting look on his face.
"Ugh..."
Well, it was Melissa who was showing fright, by contrast.
"Takahiro, let's run, let's run..."
The Virgin in a light peach monastic outfit.
Always at my pace, she was now pulling her precious arms.
"What's going on? Why are you so scared?
"Because..."
Melissa's expression doesn't clear.
The words got no guidelines either, and she cares all about the brave.
"What's wrong? I wonder if my face is that scary."
"Piaaa!?
"Oh..."
As the brave laughed casually, Melissa turned to the back of your greatness.
Its face was blue and its body was rattling and trembling.
"No, what's really going on? Is something wrong?
"Because..."
"Because?"
"I'm a bad boy..."
"Bad boy?
Now, what did you do?
When I come to the house pretentiously, I get disturbed, and I get caught up again by the lack of clapping, etc., which is already a familiar precious thing -
"Look... about the Artificial Virgin..."
"Ah, ah."
Melissa, an artificially created Virgin, thanks to the plan of High Priest Zerzenon.
She wielded that power as she was commanded, sometimes taking someone's life. If you look at the behavior alone, you can call it evil, but she was also a victim, and there was even more behind the scenes in the first place.
High Priest who was rolled over the palm of the evil god. The Virgin, who was manipulated like a doll by that old man. If the brave man is to judge it, he cannot help but shelter Melissa as a noble man.
But the brave man in question is just decent to listen to -.
"Huh? What? Were you worried about that?
No hostility. I don't even do anything to put my hands on the sword pattern.
Astrea laughs just because and gently strokes her anxious Melissa.
"You don't have to be afraid of that. You didn't cross the line. I'm not gonna do anything to kill you unless I do something like that."
"Mr. Brave..."
"In the first place, I don't want to kill you myself. I'd rather get along. I didn't know you had such a cute ass, did I?
"Hiccup!?
"Hey no!?
A gentle touch stretched out to Melissa's butt.
The brave man strokes his prickly little hips in a loving manner.
Because of what he did, Melissa raised her voice without a voice, pale through her complexion blue, and finally hid behind your great back and stopped coming out. The Virgin, cowardly as a child rabbit, feels the tremor on her back, and your greatness sighs once again.
"You, just stop it."
"I'm sorry. My hands are stretched out. I'm weak on the butts of kids like Melissa."
"Behind you, for a moment, I saw my sketchy father..."
I put a scratch on a brave man who was willing to bisexual, and your daughters tried to calm Melissa down.
But he said it was time for the limit of patience. Not only Melissa, but Luttoo also abhorred her voice and exploded that emotion.
"Yeah, I'm done asking questions! Come on, get out of here!
"Oh, yeah -! Get out of here, brave man!
"Oh no. I want to get along with you guys."
"I refuse! Brave men play with the Demon King!
"No, you and that kid are working together..."
"I don't want to anymore! Let's get out of here, Takahiro! If you're with someone like this, they'll accidentally cut you into fine dust!
"What do you think brave men are?
There is no such thing as a war-war-guy-gay and noisy.
Get out, let's run, they'll kill us to get along. The three brave men, the chaos dragon and the artificial Virgin chirp about the tone and fragmentation of their voices and the content. Anyway, I don't have the hustle and bustle to stop trying to ostracize them, or get closer to each other.
"Takahiro is mine in the first place! Don't take it on your own!
"No, I have a job of watching him. Of course, that's not all."
"Don't take Takahiro from me!
"I'm not giving you Takahiro!
"Do something there"
"Damn!"
When will the story be precious, and it is argued who he belongs to?
I'm hardly a playboy, but the circumstances are not so optimistic. Anyway, they are all possessors of unusual power. Now all I have to do is mouth, but if I can get my hands on it, it will turn into scorched earth on one side of the perimeter...
(No, no, no)
The noble daughters, frightened by the ominous picture of the future, immediately tried to stop them as well.
(But how?
Incandescent arguments are balloons that are going to burst if you put them on.
If you touch it poorly, it must explode, but there's nothing like leaving it alone to fit.
Here's a crane voice, "Won't you stop it!" I wish I could have calmed them down with just words - there is Nobuo Sayama, a man of no merit. I couldn't find a way to live, and he was about to be flushed in the spirit of what would become and become.
"When this happens, it's a battle! A battle!"
"It's a battle with you, isn't it?
"You can't lose!
As you expected, the three of them had gone as far as they could go.
Competition. What kind of battle do you mean? At least I don't think it's grand, but your hips are finally up...
"… please wait"
"Yumi?"
Lootoo shook up his fist, exactly at that moment.
Yumiel, who had previously refrained from doing so in the office, raised a quiet, but often passing voice.
"What, maid? We're busy right now."
A looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
But Yumiel snatches it away and utters his thoughts.
"... you shouldn't fight. But if we don't settle, the corners will stay standing."
"Oh, yeah"
"... then why don't they play a battle that doesn't rely on violence?
"Competition?"
"... Yes. Like every meat culinary showdown, we don't want to be peacefully decided to win or lose."
"Uh-huh... but even if they say that..."
"Do you have a stomach proposal?
"... Yes"
With that said, Yumiel pointed to his feet.
I wonder what it is there. The contention also stopped, confirming that the attention had been drawn, and Yumiel uttered the "abdominal proposal" in full.
"... I'm here to help you with your work"
"Help? Free Life's?
"... Yes. I'd like you to follow your husband one day at a time and assist him."
"Oh!"
"... is the winner of your husband's help."
"I see. I don't just want it, I have to give it. That's what Yumiel wants to say."
…………
There was no affirmation. But there was no denial either.
It's like a nod to close your eyes gently. Somewhat silent, Yumiel often answers with such tricks. The girls who knew that started talking about the earlier suggestion that I see.
"Okay, then it's a battle! Something I could devote more to Takahiro! That's the winner!
"You can't lose! I'm a priest, too! I can serve you!
"Hey, this looks interesting. I mean, if I win this, I can hang out with you."
"No, no, that's not it. Precisely enough to be alone on holiday..."
"Excuse me, you were fast. Okay, let's sort this out…"
What a crying wuss, girls packing conditions about the battle.
Yumiel, who is standing beside him, and your greatness, who has some distant eyes.
(Me, yeah, I didn't even say it would...)
But there are no other proposals.
By way of example, your university was caught up in the girls' battle this time.