Goddess, Help Me!

"... again"

The fourth time, I get somewhat used to this different situation, so I'm having trouble...

A week has passed since I started having this strange dream.

At first, I didn't even have a conversation. When I went back to sleep, I stayed interrupted and got my morning.

The second time is the next night. Sleep twice mourning your Mandarin skills when called out in strange words (?) I did.

The third time was two days ago. The caller settled into something somewhat intractable with the 'goddess'. Somehow overlapping words... I feel like I've abandoned the conversation where the flow has become noisy.

Yes, 'Will you be quiet because I want to sleep?' He shut his mouth perfectly when I told him. Mi bass is comfortable for my ears, so if they sing something to me, it might help me with my sleep - what a thought, I fell asleep in no time.

Yeah, he thinks it's some kind of talent to sleep right after a good night's greeting.

"... so, what is it"

"Ha, ha!

Speaking up, the youth, for a moment, looks up only a few centimeters from the already familiar subsurface position and rubs his forehead against the floor again.

"Help me, goddess!

... Uh, goddess, you know... apparently this call has settled in him.

Speaking of which, last time they said, "Help me."

I have a strange continuity even though it's a dream I'm having for two or three days.

"The brave question, is it?"

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Yeah. I remember.

This guy - he wasn't a person, he was a demon, he looks like a person, but he has red eyes and other unlikely colors on Pearl Gray's hair, and he has curly horns of the same color as his eyes on top of his pointy ears - is the king of the Succubus, and he's responsible for getting rid of the brave men of the world who come to the demonic realm.

Unlike other races, force can only be crowded, boasting unrivaled in dreams, but it is clear during the day why the out-of-combatant Succubus took on the role of confronting the brave, because they lost the whale in a meeting against the brave gathered the kings of each race that governs the demonic kingdom. I can't help it.

You think it is now the production period of the brave in the world, and the brave people, whether they call themselves or not, spring up and come out.

Most of them get down to the world. They exterminate other clans (who also decided this one with a whale) before they grow up to be a threat, but they still invade the demonic realm. Brave men keep coming after them. Pest treatment, brave man.

The horny demon king who is now kissing the floor in front of me is also fighting in a clan outing, he said.

But at the end of the day I decided to ask God for some brave men that I couldn't really attack.

... so it was me who was called in. Why? A mystery.

"In response to your last awakening, we have conducted a brave investigation, and we would like to ask you to help us further."

"That means... no progress."

"Sorry!

Gong, and the hard noise echoed into the wide space.

I'm watching the head poke on the floor. I really want you to stop because this one hurts.

Two days ago, in my dream, I asked myself what this young man was like, and then I asked him, "What kind of a brave man is he?" And he answered only the characteristics of his appearance. "Do a background check! Information-gathering is basic, right? 'I was stunned.

Until last time, all I could think of was "weird dreams" but for the fourth time on a boulder...

……

............... I wonder if you're quite tired, me.

"Did you have any strong information? Uh... is that your name?"

Either way, it's just a dream. He chewed up the extension while turning his shoulders appropriately and loosening the periphery of his shoulder blades.

The outfit is still a grey sweatshirt replacing the pyjamas tonight.

The bed is a single size cheap pipe bed, and the covers and blankets that hang it are simple when it comes to good, and design stuff that has no taste or elegance when it comes to bad.

The feeling of misplacement is terrific when you are in the majestic Great Hall. Cheepiness stands out only around here.

Looking at the sparkling and splendid throne across the thin macho sticking to the floor, he now sighed.

Why is it that you moved from bed to bed in another world?

Isn't clear dreams something you can do with your own will?

If I dream anyway, I should wear a dress or something myself.

- My vision was so distorted when I thought about it.

Rub your eyes.

Tilt your neck and rub your eyes again. Repeat blinking.

... Apparently, it's a really clear dream. Looks like it reflected the image.

Poor-phase pipe beds turned heavy objects, sheets of cotton chosen for ease of care turned into sarcastic objects, and just blankets into fluffy tops.

I don't know if the outfit is a nightdress, but it has an elaborate design. There is little skin exposure. It's just a little unintentional that my physique is morose with the perfect line for my skin... that, my arms and legs are thin... my chest is growing...

Dreams are amazing, anything ant!

Unexpectedly try to pinch the swelling in my chest myself.

I can't help but be sure! Because there's a valley! This weight!

- I'm behaving too suspiciously. But there was no change in his attitude to refrain.

"I will sit at Medismurt Wonomer E Naisevi.

He's a brave man, but he was once in charge of the Knights of his country of origin, and by his royal decree he became a brave man, and at the same time he resigned from his post. My personality is serious… this is quite solid because many of my servants have returned the favor. "

Yes, it was. Remind me that I was in the middle of a conversation.

He stretched out his wrinkles, hemmed them and then coughed one up.

"Anything else?

"You have promised to marry the princess of my country, whom I admire for so many years, at the dawn of my mission."

By the way, the classic task given to those who call themselves brave is to give the demon world a few (?) They say it is to sacrifice any or all of the demon kings that exist.

... I see.

You're trying so hard to bounce back the invitations of the bimboin horny ladies because you're setting up a maneuver for the princess you love.

- The Succubus, who do not like direct combat, are unrivaled in their dreams or on their beds.

Even the brave are the sons of men, few do not fall if lust, one of the three greatest desires, is stimulated by an attractive opposite sex.

Usually that's how they make brave men's minds and bodies useless bones, causing them to lose their aggressive appetite, and then drive them away to the world.

The Succubus are in charge of the demonic world. They don't have to until they take their lives apart because the opponents of the brave men back in the world will be served by others.

Looks like some brave guys get fucked and killed, but that's well, as a matter of putting it aside.

Put your hand on your chin. Hmm, I thought.

There are two things you can think of.

"Has the king earnestly had the heart to make the princess daughter-in-law, and he wants the Knights chief to make a great achievement but let him travel for it... or is he not willing to give the princess a sarcasm and tailor him to the brave with the intention of paying for trouble... what do you think? Mae."

Quickly renounce remembering long names and call on Medismurt.

"Meh, Mae...? No, excuse me. In awe... I can't be honest with you either."

"Well, is that a good reason? The important thing is how to get motivated from that sturdy guy."

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"Hmm..."

You're a serious hardware man.

I twist my neck thinking blurry of fighting scratchy for my dear fatherland and my dear princess.

Looks pretty good-looking from what I hear. Some parts of my conscience are a little heartbroken to think about the means of falling into a serious knight, but, well, to me, the story in my dreams. Turn your head around feeling as casual as attacking the game.

"... don't you have to go out of your way to corrupt that serious brave man?

"You say?

Medismurt's red eyes, slightly raised his face, peered at this one fearful.

"If the source of motivation is in my beloved princess, why don't you attack her? Succubus around the princess... well, I don't mind people, but if you let the princess preferred man be a samurai and mellow anyway, and you're wacky enough to marry one of them, the brave ones won't be tempted either."

Named "Operation Reverse Har Maiden Gae".

... Wow, I pulled it myself.

"Oh my...! You're a handful! It's brighter in front of you."

Medismult gave a dazzling look. I rush away to see the beauty of the dazzling position directly from the front for the first time.

With the beauty shapes pushed through so far, I feel poisonous rather than eye care. Succubus Demon King is amazing.

"It is impossible to select a suitable person quickly to his country...... only the demonic realm has been entrusted to our clan. If you invade the world, the rest of the people in charge will remain silent."

Don't look at me. Ugly. This is even beautiful.

"... then it's an intelligence battle to set up"

"Hmm."

"The demon world and the human world? is there no one like you who comes and goes? If you can't go, you can use someone like that. Let the brave man grab false information and confuse it. Shake" trust in the princess "at the root of motivation"

"As I said, there is a buffer zone around the border between the demonic and the human worlds..."

From here on out, think for yourself, and I'll throw a round of concrete plans. It seems unreliable, but you're naming the king, so you have a lot of cleverness.

The Succubus Demon King began to devise. Take a serious look at the situation from the top of the bed.

Long hair with a dull glow that flows straight to your back.

Cool sight of a slit length peeking from the forehead.

The sharp gaze is dropped around the legs of the bed, but it also shows as if looking somewhere far away.

Soothing nostrils. The pulled lips seem thin and slightly thin.

Sharp summed up facial creation is quite compelling when it's just too neat and silent.

Her upper body is naked and all she wears are jewelry wrapped around her neck and arms.

Downstairs he rolls over a soft glossy cloth and wears polished boots.

The gold decoration on the cloth stopped by the waistband looks heavy.

Hair and eyes in colors that are unlikely to be human. Pointed eartips or red curly corners.

If there was more majesty in the words that beauty bass weaves, it would feel like "How Demon King!"... My attitude toward me is full of pity, so I have the impression that I'm a poor demon king who looks fraudulent.

Still, they're making it out of my dreams.

What a summary in my heart of my feelings for him, Medismult accidentally dyed my cheeks.

"Hey, Mae."

"Ha."

"That big corner, it only grows on the right side, doesn't come to balance your head?

Hmm? Something's disappointing.

"............ especially. We continue to live with this look, my lord."

Is that true?

Suddenly he hands on the floor in front of me convinced. Now what?

"………………………………………………………"

Oh, yeah. - I've been sitting right there the whole time.

... Are you okay with a king like this? Succubus...