I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

"... na, d?

"Huh?"

"Huh!?

An outrageous answer that everyone on the spot can't help but raise their voice.

Instructing the Virgin to wait, shooting enough magic to change the terrain, using a forbidden technique.

I was wondering if that's why I suffered until. To the sight and grudge that everyone is such an idiot.

Is it not in your eyes how it was taken or something? The boy goes on further in a bright tone anyway.

It was just that the look was different than before. Diagonally.

"Actually. I've been feeling depressed lately because of the work I've been doing.

Always mindful of the human eye, even more delicacy is required, and besides, there is no time to rest physically and mentally.

It made me feel sleepless and I couldn't eat properly. "

A look like the guys throwing up even at work stupidity in some tavern (it).

That was really tough. I look away with no light eyes when I sigh tired.

The side of a man who was busy killing himself at work and was physically and mentally exhausted was there.

"Well, that's why I was in an extremely bad mood until just now.

So you said you wanted to break out in the middle of nowhere because whoever you're dealing with here is fine.

Whatever it is, it's funny. You said you wanted to smash it up. "

But in the next moment, haha, and a boy who talks about it with a bitter smile.

It doesn't look bad there. Somewhere a kid gets blamed for a little prank.

Gurdo wars the other way around as if he looks bad.

Is “Cocomade" to that extent for him?

"Uh... hey, wait a minute!

"Were you in a bad mood just now?

"Anyone wanted to get busted?

"No way..."

But the best response to that confession - and attitude - was:

It was the otherworlds and maids behind the boy who drew his face heavily.

After coming here, Guldo finally understood the real reason they were down.

Especially now, and furthermore his expression changes. He said there was more to it.

Like the women at the wellside conference, the boy raps asking you to listen.

"But it's hard to find someone. The world should be wiped out. There are bad guys out there.

Just smashing it down makes it harder at the end of the day. That doesn't dissipate.

There is no convenient mass occurrence of demons, even if it does, and that's it.

I'm tired in the end because in some places I have to worry about my back, and with the demon exorcism.

I'm just sorry for the usurpation of prey for that reason because some people make a living.

Warcraft is out of the question. In a chain that begins with the collapse of the ecosystem if it is randomly captured without meaning.

More work instead. The world is surprisingly connected everywhere.

It's actually hard to find a guy who can go wild without thinking. "

That made it extra frustrating and tough, a boy who blossoms all by himself on a hard story.

But in the end, that's all that goes back to the first question.

"Ooooooooooo...... sooo then nazee...... WHY WAREDATTANODA!!

Even though the boy himself twitched “for such a reason," the targeted guru.

Somewhere distant, gloomy emotions swirl at what is considered a less than demonic treatment.

Oddly enough, that was only making him a respite to rupture. but.

"No, 'cause turning it off won't have any effect on you, and nobody's in trouble, and you don't need post-processing."

Isn't that natural?

The answer is returned with a reaction as if the sun were in the direction of rising.

The tone is as if that were common sense. A voice that makes little fools of things they don't know.

The death sentence was pronounced like chatter, with a flat face with no three days and months to go before.

Grud was frightened. an innocent child, which is why they have the brutality of

The boy speaks naturally with a reminiscent look - - - You have no value or meaning.

"Ah, aah..."

Something dominates the chest. What is that emotion?

Villains who broke the law. Being itself is the evil demon. Warcraft that is part of the ecosystem.

Once a noble three man, Guldo, even if he existed for three hundred years, understands what that means.

That they have value and influence that can arise from disappearing.

By publicly adjudicating, evil men demonstrate strict observance of the law and must punish, and also contribute to maintaining law and order.

Warcraft has less influence on other species and their areas for each type,

There are a certain number of demons in the world who make it their business to exorcise and research.

What happens if this boy goes wild on those opponents without thinking.

It's inevitable that it will have a huge impact on the world, but... how about Grud?

It was three hundred years ago that he burned his native land where he was born and raised. It's flashy from there.

My presence stood around to hide even when I acted. I just became immortal.

Because it was self-evident that the Church would be immediately purified when it was blinded to it by itself.

It is therefore not even thought that the slaughter he carried out was the work of him, but of the immortal.

In other words, there is no public vigilance or arrangement - it is not thought to exist.

From then on, I have always taken a single peek into the contraindication abyss and made myself comfortable with drilling and research.

None of the people who used it cooperated with them, nor did they make any side connections with their peers.

Grud doesn't need the presence of others--neither does Dale.

It has nothing to do with existing ecosystems because they are neither living nor dead.

Someone's flesh is forbidden food, and their own food is not life-threatening only because of resentment.

If it continues to exist or disappears, it will not feed the others - it will not have the influence of existence.

"Ba, or na..."

That was what made him immortal, hoping.

It's not interfered with by Nani, there's no dahle's gaze, and it's not connected to Dre.

He wants to be beyond living beings to beings that are complete on their own.

But as soon as the boy regarded me that way, I suddenly tremble at the instability and worthlessness that lead to nothing.

Even if it disappears because it is closed on its own, no one will think of it or recall it.

Now that it's absolutely necessary to disappear, it's too “over” to connect.

The core of my soul is about to burst, but it freezes.

"I have a little wild business and I came to Krash and found you early.

Honestly, this is the guy, I thought. So I passed the information on to the Virgin, who was convenient, and manipulated,

There's a place where there's no problem with a rampage. So I led you all the way to the forest of Tencorius.

No one here would wonder that breaking the woods to some extent is his most powerful warcraft play "

What the hell is that?

That's a good idea, and the boy talks with pleasure with a decision face that seems to make him proud.

This boy (natural disaster) cares about thoroughbred human society, even the Warcraft ecosystem,

He cared about the demonic exorcisms and those who made research a business, and even cared about where he would be exposed.

Yet I don't care about turning off the glue. Naturally.

It was only faintly ignored there very naturally when it was a matter of decision.

I don't have a problem turning it off, I'm a non-influential opponent, so I'm stressed out.

Just fine. It's like that.

"So Gurudkun, you had a lot of conveniences.

Thank you for wasting three hundred years of your existence. Thanks to you, it's all clear. "

It seemed like they said you were worthless to exist above all else in this world.

The frantic - frigid - smiling gratitude sounded ironic to anyone's ears.

If this is a church faction that turns the immortal into an eye vendetta against the living and the dead,

If this is the revenge of those who were once victimized by the immortals,

If this is a crusade by a sense of righteousness engulfed by righteousness, it can be understood even if it is not satisfactory.

Defeat them because they are enemies. Defeat because of hate. Defeat them because they are unforgivable. Simply articulate and natural logic.

But what is this?

I just happened to find it.

I just happened to have a lot of depression then.

There just happened to be a place nearby where I could ram.

It just so happens that that person's skill value was S-rank.

Will such absurd and improbable coincidences (by chance) erase me?

"Nan, it's... it's, ha... Sonna, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

What was the determination to throw oneself into contraindicated darkness that day?

Then what were the days of exploration three hundred years over?

Did you stand around with great care and continue to exist until today?

The answer is told from a natural disaster that does not seem to have lived in the twenty years before us.

"Yes, Gurud-kun disappears because of that.

What do you say, how do you feel about a worm being pointlessly crushed before a mighty force?

I thought you were here to taste it.

A voice that tells mercilessly seems pleasant but without wonder and temperature.

There really was only emotion there to such an extent that the child crushed the worm.

"Ahhh!!!

A screaming voice sounds. The swelling of my soul progressed at once.

Fear of boiling extinction, anger at the irrationality that came down, disturbs the spirit.

Oddly enough, it broke down the last jetty it was pushing itself.

Only the boy there smiled calmly, quietly, but very pleasantly.

Pong and slap his own hand and open his mouth.

"Oh, yeah. I've wanted to say this once before...

... Hey, how do you feel right now? Hey, how do you feel?

Badly, badly, in a bright tone.

He demanded a livestock business to find out. cruel everywhere,

Innocent everywhere, it became immortal from a kind of mad exploratory mind.

Grudd and let him be further frightened and irritated - beyond the critical point.

", uh-uh-uh-uh."

A crack runs into the spiritual body of the spiritual body, which should have no entity, making a pimply sound.

No longer had his soul exceeded the limits of its limits to the resentment instilled.

"Hehe, goodbye, Guldo.

If it had stayed human, the death would have had meaning and value (influence)... "

"Ahhhhhh!!!!"

Mock his 300 years to the end with a voice disguised as pity.

Connect and stop broken identities with meaningless screaming and disgusting.

But it is only for those who fall into the torrent to grasp the water grass.

Not to mention because there are malicious third parties there.

"Yes."

As he played that desperately stretched hand, with a bright voice the boy stabbed his finger unconstitutionally into the crack of his soul.

"─ ─ ─"

That's all I can't push. Bread, like a joke.

The presence of immortality, which has set foot in contraindication with the sound of rupture, disappears here.

In the form of the extinction of the soul that will make it impossible to even go to the postmortem world where there is supposedly.

less than pieces of soul scattered in the darkness of the night. The dust is a kind of beauty and

He was showing pity, but it was like a boy sweeping the garbage on his hands.

swallowed by “darkness” before it dissolved in the air when it showed motion, its last

There was never even a trace left in this world.

─ ─ Rich Road, the Immortal King, the name of the hour of man is Gurud Torpunte.

There is no point in that lifetime, it is worthless, it leaves nothing behind, it leaves nothing behind.

Poor bugs that were crushed before the natural disaster don't even exist anymore.

Not knowing that was the punishment chosen by the boy...

Being the only witnesses to the boy's work, they were frightened with a drawn face.

If the skill was S-rank, it would have been as much as an easier way to get rid of it.

But the boy lowered his presence, and drove it to break his heart, the most humiliating,

I chose the way to end it, which leaves me with the least to do. The opponent is certainly the enemy of all living and dead.

The only thing that's ever happened to me is that I can't hate what I've been doing.

It is evil, brutal, and it is not necessary to think that the number of victims is compatible.

But what is this that is glad to suffer the evil? We got ourselves a hit.

What kind of place to work under stress that I still feel was kind to me?

The fear once again gives them a tremor that was beginning to calm down.

"... Barca, why don't you just kill him and have no influence?"

There, you were head empty to the end, and your voice flows like a heartfelt little fool.

They were the ones who were hacked by the word. That's right. The boy's on Rich Road.

It was a mouthful that didn't have the value of existence or influence over anything else, but it killed a lot of people.

It had an impact in bad ways. I didn't realize Rich Road was dumb.

Was the boy who pushed him so badly that he didn't notice?

"Eh."

Breathtaking.

A boy who stands flat among the Grievance Soldiers (Reis) who remain there.

The uncommon brunette hair that stretches unconstitutionally may be a testament to being an otherworldly person, but it's because she lost her target.

The expression that was fun disappeared, and the eyes and faces that looked around were like dead without vitality.

Grabbing and dragging the insane princess's head with one hand, on the other hand to Stella earlier.

Did you follow it when you touched it? I'm dripping it down to the ground all over my blood.

Such a figure even looked more like their king than Rich Road.

But there.

"Oh, that?

Something strange happened to the Reis.

resentment, anger, hatred, the shapes of the mourners fall apart.

The bodies and instruments of the spiritual bodies that were uniformly wrapped around him also disappeared as scattered in the wind.

"The Reis, disappear?

"No, something from inside!

A few silhouettes remained after fulfillment.

Only the number of leis existed there with the blue and white phosphorescent mannequins.

That's like hundreds, like thousands, like tens of thousands, not sure.

Because of their vain existence, the living can't grasp them strictly if they don't have special eyes.

But it could be inferred from the signs that it was the soul of many.

The fact that it probably belongs to the victims of Rich Road is a reissue state.

There would be no mistake given that fierce hatred in. But.

"... how come everyone has such a calm face?

That sentiment is faint in the visible look of something that you can't completely ask.

I was surprised to see where that passion had disappeared to earlier. They were right around the corner.

"You know what?"

"Maid length!?

There was Stella spilling a voice like she was convinced of something.

Is it because of the concentration of consciousness over there? The art of extinguishing ourselves more than ourselves.

Because you're good at it? I didn't notice her approaching. And what's the matter?

So much so that I don't think there was any damage to her clothes or body.

It was as usual.

"The purpose was to normalize the soul, I suppose... a long way off."

Without answering the gaze of doubt, Stella mutters as she looks at the boy and speaks to herself.

However, several maids tilted their necks at the content.

"Yeah, but if you're purifying, you can use the magic of sacred attributes..."

"Of course that's the easiest thing to do, but that's" erase ”the soul captured by contraindication darkness. Magic.

In terms of saving that soul in a relationship that is reproducing the action of reason with magic,

Actually, it's not very suitable. So I dare you to let me reissue that resentment.

I sent him to Rich Road and fed him... odd to say hateful (stressful) dissipation "

The majority of my men were half-hearted to the maid chief, who spoke pale speculation.

of a boy who talks about something with the spirits with a sunny look to mimic her

The side was ever as calm as a lie, and somewhere sad.

"If you think of it as retaliation that shatters possession without even enlightening the scattered verbal blame, you're convinced.

But what a laborious, but completely problem-free method if S-ranked.

There's no sign that we're going to do anything about it... and there's no waste characteristic of the more skilled?

Stella is surprised by its unnaturalness as she continues to see it but speaks for herself.

force moves that utilize a high skill value in ways that are wasteful and laborious.

Some contradictory expression comes to mind.

"... sounds like a goodbye"

The presence of the spirits diminishes at the tip of their gaze to discern whether they are in doubt or curiosity.

Gradually, gradually, its contours disintegrate into space.

The soul of the dead is about to be invited into the post-mortem world. Before that.

The boy bowed his head deeply to his surprise, and when they received it with a bitter smile

A soul like the big man who was nearest brutally stroked the boy's head around,

I think my son and I have a good boy, but I smile and wave.

Disappeared without leaving any remnants. Don't miss it so you can drop off that remnant.

The boy was burning the sight to his eyelids without wandering or blinking.

"What, made-up chief?

I guess you obviously knew him like that. A farewell to the dead.

In the aftermath, for nothing, she proceeded to walk.

I guess I had noticed. The boy cared. At a glance without the wind, he shook up.

"... Huh?

On a cleverly eagled head, not a strain on its neck.

What consolation would that have been? I don't think I have a perimeter, and when we

As soon as he understood what he was going to do, the boy threw, as he guessed.

"Oh, come on!?

"... Welcome back, Lilitscha... I'm relieved you seem sane"

calmly as if to ignore the screams of our guests, and without shocking or burdening the princess.

Easily received maid length. And my husband's condition in that there was a scream.

I had an accurate idea. Apparently, he was regaining consciousness from somewhere.

Who took the princess again, when she recognized it with both eyes of her will.

I grabbed that body so I could play it.

"S, Stella!? Are you okay?!? Are you hurt!?

"As you can see, no problem. I was treated before anyone else."

The boy sighs behind her unchanging, faceless answer to the first word that came out.

Stella's not scared, she's in trouble, like...

I heard you, but the princess seemed to care more about what she said than that.

"Treated, treated? Before anyone else?

Stella's gaze, which brought the surprised princess down to the earth, was directed at nature and the boy.

And show gratitude in the form of a silent and polite gesture.

Though the boy was swimming his eyes with one evil look on it.

"Oh, no way?

Although Lilitscha couldn't believe it. So I figured out to whom and when she was treated.

"Oh, then! But why...?

Past the back of the brain is the sight of the last moment the boy touched Stella.

He was checking that condition as he touched her bloody arm that had been knocked down.

But naturally, it raises the question of why.

"May I ask?

Besides, the maid takes a step forward and asks him without answering either the perpetrator or the victim.

She said to the boy who looked back at what he was swimming at and asked him back carelessly.

"I'd like to treat everyone's injury, would you mind?

"…………………… yes, here it comes"

Unchanged faceless, unaltered pale tone of inquiry.

The attackers and the attackers, even though they have a general understanding of each other.

And a sloppy question to be made between those who have suffered harm and those who have done it.

Especially since she understands the situation (depression), even in a hazy consciousness.

I'm going to be cautious because I'm dealing with a technology S-rank that I hear is out of the standard.

But was it unexpected that he was a boy and that his men and bosses were behind him?

He had the complicated face that nothing but her would fall to his heart. but.

"... I've already done the manipulation (...), do as you please. It's more troublesome if you can't move."

"Thank you, then"

That's how Cartesy was done in a falling in love act.

Magic formations spread across the earth as if the movement had been a signal.

The magic of healing poured on the injured from that formation that instantly covered this area.

The wound blocks, the broken bone returns, and the pain is relieved. Its speed and accuracy

Though they are from a magical power, they are broken. Healing magic is attribute magic and ritual magic.

It is a magic that is roughly classified as intermediate and usually requires preparation and chanting.

That's all. The act of 'healing wounds in a short time' has the power of magic, even in a world.

It's not an easy event. The wound healed as I saw it.

Her own skill in getting everyone to operate without discomfort.

not just a level that doesn't require them, but an appropriate one for the human body structure.

It also showed that he had knowledge. It's like the little boy was impressed with this.

It was bringing breath.

"─ ─ Heh, the construction of a designated range healing formula (area heel) in an instant is amazing.

Plus, it's a lot of skill to dare leave a scratch with no chanting one action.

That's a made-to-measure stellar who's said to be the best in chores and combat, or more than a rumor. "

And with some sparkling glow in my faint eyes somewhere.

Let go of Stella and praise her. but it's a story that I honestly can't nod from a praised person.

His assessment is not correct. designated range of healing procedures. In the determined area, the surgeon

With the wound healing of the selected subject expanding in scope and increasing in healing subjects, naturally the

Depending on the degree, the difficulty jumps. Not to mention you should leave it to natural healing.

It's not even her husband whose magical skill is regarded as the best in the world to exclude small wounds.

It is a difficult craftsmanship. It's just, just... I was wondering if you could get Stella to be a kid.

It is a word from the opponent who defeated him as Although it would be satisfactory if it were also a skill S rank,

That's why I feel nothing but otherness in my remarks. I can honestly tell you that though.

The opponent has the skill S rank of first person. More than not knowing what will touch the scales.

I refrained from making any extra remarks. If you just trust that look, apparently the boy means it.

That's what he seemed to think, but with that power, it's only strange to have a vision.

─ ─ Later, you simply can't put yourself in the account without being aware.

I just have a pure yearning for the moves that the talented have honed it up.

And I realized, "Why did it happen?" She held her head, and then...

I don't hesitate to say things, but we're still talking about...

"It's an honor to compliment you."

"Yeah, so... what does this mean?

It was a hand stained with red blood that was directed at her, who intended to respond without difficulty.

It was wet with Stella's blood. Only the two of us made sense when we showed it.

"Give me this about it."

She was not upset or frightened when she anticipated the voice that sounded like a far-flung question.

He walked over with a calm, courteous act that didn't shift his center of gravity.

I gave him what was in front of the boy. The red sphere of Pebble Large... is a pill.

"As far as I can hear, many of the evil laws that are contraindicated require sacrifice or life.

If the surgeon is not immortal, please use this.

It's a blood thinner made of magic medicine that our country is proud of. "

It's a magic drug that increases literal blood.

Even healing magic cannot compensate for lost blood.

That's why drugs for that were created in the field of magic pharmacy.

Even if Stella's bleeding heavily, she's already standing flat.

Because I took a blood thinner. And it's not just about itself that we need it.

She was discerning that this boy was the same.

"... are you going to apologize?

"No way, we would have had to do this sooner. Our fallacy.

You just got that pointer and reprimand done to this extent (...).

Well, thank you. "

How much words in emotionally unreadable, constantly faceless and unchallenged voices are beside you.

It's hard to tell if that's for real, but this is definitely Stella's real story.

As someone who served Lilitscha, I neglected the admonition I had to make.

It is true that we were sweet and unconsciously optimistic about our power. the result of the divine beast (Tencorius).

Considering it was the worst substitute for murder, this “punishment” is still gentle.

Probably an attack after considering the benefits of the healing magic of the magical powers.

Survival is nothing short of the temper of this boy. Or.

Maybe I thought about the pointlessness and influence of ending ourselves here.

……………

I don't know how it got to the boy, but I need a light, but I need a silent blood thinner.

She decided she must have gotten some more credit than she had received.

"Nku...... ha, did you insult the professional eyes who take care of others"

When you take a pill without hesitation, the boy magically builds his own water polo and sticks his hand in it.

I wash it out all the time. subtle unchanging, but no longer

It didn't deserve surprise to that extent. but the moment I washed my blood off and took my hands off

The water polo burned and disappeared. Everyone breathed in the instant evaporation at high temperatures enough to produce steam.

"I was going to hide it well... but I'm anxious to leave blood, ah, it helps."

Surprise itself had the same thing as everyone else, but Stella hands over a handwipe in silence.

I was no longer close to the habit of taking care of him, but I'm confused for a moment when an instant gratitude comes out of the box. but water and air.

After wiping, he looks like he's alternating between hand-blown and looking at her and asking what to do.

Age - below actual age - makes me look nervous and poisonous. I guess that's why.

If you give it back to me, I said no and then retrieved my hand wipe, while my questions spilled out of my mouth in the first place.

"... but how could you not use my blood as it is?

I know I misled myself and bleeding with Stella's blood on my hands.

No, in this case, should I say that I have guessed from my remarks? By doing so, we're going to Rich Road.

show the silent advantages of being able to use it without consuming it against, as well as your own blood.

I guess it was reducing the likelihood of being used. But in the first place,

If you had already decided to use it, it would have been easiest to use her blood.

But.

"Ah."

"Ah?"

"Yes, no, 'cause I wanted to be annoying with that, and I had nothing to do with you.

I can make sure it doesn't have an impact, but I don't like it in case there's a recoil... yeah, I do.

Instead, there's no reason to use your blood, is there?

The boy questioned will only have a hazy face for a moment, but he immediately tilts his neck and returns it that way.

Plus everyone but him gave me a subtle look. And the kind of words I rushed to fix.

I know it's not a lie, but apparently I hadn't noticed that option from the start.

"... Really?"

Stella was confused inside as she nodded as if convinced.

I wonder what it is. I am surprised by my ability (rank) and behavior.

Instead of all that grasping the interior of the Earthgant royal family, I need Rich Road.

Skillfully luring and spiritually crushing, something is missing.

And the reason I just came up with this is because this is my own self.

I don't like it if it's influential. It's a strange way of showing reluctance and care.

'So there's nothing wrong with using your own life blood,' he tells me besides.

I feel some serious signs of difficulty. That's something that I don't think is very S-rank.

The higher the skill level, the better you can live.

This boy had no such masterly or immortal-stained atmosphere.

Stella smiled at him, wondering if this was just a clumsy kid.

Somehow I looked forward with an uncertain kind of emotion.

"Uh, excuse me while I talk, that..."

It's the little creature that's been causing my voice and body to interrupt me so sorry to go there.

It is a young beast of Tencorius with a golden Inaho-like wool and three tails.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I put you behind me because of this situation."

Is it because it is the only one-sided surviving victim on this occasion? Break your knees and take that.

The boy greeted turns to a calm face and voice at once. That gap goes to Rich Road.

It seemed like someone else when I thought about attitude, but the look I gave the victim, the princess throwing back.

The lack of clapping, the opposite direction of discomfort after seeing something missing.

They were desperately indulging in the fact that their cheeks were about to draw.

"Yes, what! Never mind! This one will wait forever!

Ah, I'm late...... Kick!

On the other hand, the young beast's girlfriend shows the boy an attitude she feared so unnaturally.

And for some reason - you're right in a way - I stare at Stella with the same eyes that I see in my parents' enemies.

To this, the boy and Stella are blinking each other with no explanation.

"Well, I appreciate that once and for all... okay?

Is it because it was still something to ask? The boy asks his heart while clouding his words.

She also returns the words even without confusion as to whether it was foreseen.

"Yes, I messed up earlier, but it must be transient. We understand human language,

You can also have a conversation like this, Warcraft... a thing that lives within the code of weak and strong eating.

I also have feelings that are close to human beings, but they're close, they're just "

So don't worry about it.

She says we are beasts in our roots and have no affection for our flesh parents like humans.

Besides, apart from Lilitscha and the others who look spicy instead, the boy is no different and serene.

When he quietly offered his hand, he urged him to ride it and lifted it to the height of his own gaze. He

I stared firmly into the little eyes of a face different from that of a human.

"Surely you will. But as the one who brought you this far, the proximity...

You yourself felt quite stopping by a human...... even if the whole race is

I don't think you have to be. "

I was careful not to push the things I would tell you.

There's that step-by-step push, the face of just a boy with no such viciousness as grumbling.

I don't know what the young god beast thought of it. Shake his head small and vertical, laughing bitterly.

"......... right.

If you say you don't have any emotions, you're lying.

Well, still, let him hit me once, maybe. "

"Huh... right, right. Be prepared."

The boy, who responded with a grin that that was okay, turns his undisputed voice to the princesses.

They even felt rather clean in the difference in treatment, and they nodded with a strange face, whether they were aware of sin or not.

"Well."

Back to the story, just waiting for the young beast's girlfriend to move onto her shoulder before slapping her hand.

And the boy can see them all, and he can move from them to where he can see them.

Sit back on a tree that was either due to the aftermath of the ravage or was falling, and say a word lightly.

"What are we going to do, you guys?