Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

I learned that I was guiding Masayano and Subronado from nowhere, and was asked to open a swordsmanship class.

I believe that backward training is one of the important tasks for me.

There is no problem in accepting, but there are too many people in the convulsion.

The compromise was not to teach each other, but to open the classroom.

Well, here's the thing.

It was after that that that we celebrated the day of opening the classroom.

After all, should I say?

There was no human naniel, the only son of his eldest brother, Ichiibaldo.

Is it a manifestation of will that the only son of the First Prince will not be taught by his youngest brother, Prince Idiot?

It is presumed that his personal judgment meant that he was not there at the moment when he had a good relationship with Faszone. Well, as far as the rumors go, it doesn't seem like it's like people can teach you anything.

No sign of Subronado.

However, I am usually instructed on this because I have been sent off to attend.

Basically, only boys can be brave, so there are no girls.

In that sense, Masayano is quite rare.

Even in the blood of brave men counting about teenage generations, the number of female braves is not so high.

Misayano-Brave Road, the rare presence of Misaya the Brave Woman, stands by me.

I don't have enough hands on my own to get her to help me.

My nephew, nephew, nephew as long as I look around.

It's like a bargain sale for a brave bloodline.

I see the mothers who are queens with them.

Sometimes it is the blood companion of the brave, and they are all as beautiful as they should be.

Everyone here has a physical relationship with me.

What would they look like if they knew that?

Hmm, think about that.

When we were alone, they looked exactly like women, and in front of their children, they looked like mothers.

I can only say that women are truly mysterious beings.

With that in mind, I started a swordsmanship class.