I left Bell Talk, an aid coffee shop, and I looked around the street.

It was a good time because I talked to my aunt. The crowd is growing considerably.

(hey, and it worked out for me)

I was completely loose on my guard, but thanks to my aunt, I was able to know that the danger was right beside me.

Besides, we also recognised that safety and quality of play can be bought with gold.

Runaway daughter attributes and wife attributes with debts are thin to me.

Auntie is right, let's make whorehouse and go-go bar the main thing for a while.

First it's safe, safety takes precedence over everything.

If safety shakes, the life, the work, everything on it shakes.

It was tapped into by the company, and by accidents around me, I'm experiencing it with my own hands.

(... I remember. I'm having my own death disaster at the end of the day, right?)

I bowed my head deep and deep to the president and colleagues.

I decide to get back on my mind and head to a new whorehouse.

The name of the store is "Jaanne".

I hear there's a sideline here too. What would it be like?

Jaanne's lobby.

The front chick is a classic creation, but the sideline is only on the left hand wall.

Like Sione, it wasn't on either side.

"Oh..."

I raise my voice unexpectedly. Because I was overwhelmed by the power of the sideline.

I thought the sideline was lined up with young, immature kids in model clothes, like Sione.

But not here.

Clothes are not dresses, they are flashy model clothes. This is not the difference.

They're all super-dynamites, sitting on their feet in a chair and looking at us challengingly.

I'm not fat, I'm not too thin.

The chest is dockan dockan, then the waist is gummy and thin.

And from there to the hip, it's bloated abundantly.

Its body line is like a ferocious big tin bee.

The thighs are also chunky, but there is no waste of meat. Same with my arms.

I'm sure whatever sport you make him play, he must score high, a body that makes him so sure.

The beauty and power, by analogy, are... battleships, yes, supercrossbow ships.

(I see, a sideline is like an eye-catching, talkative sign for that store)

I put my arms together and convince myself with Unh-unh.

But I didn't feel like picking a sideline here. Because

(From what I hear, a battleship means that you have as much armor as you can withstand the main guns)

And evaluate yourself calmly.

(But my main cannon is, at best, the level on the light cruiser, which is the old one too)

I'll dock on the side, eyes on the big battleships.

(Not a very toothy opponent, not)

That's what I decided. I pass in front of people like cheerleaders coming out to the super ball and head to the chick stand.

(If so, my right opponent is in the same light cruiser class. That would challenge a good fight)

Run your eyes to the chicks.

There were heavy cruisers, light cruisers, and light aircraft carriers moored there, if you dare to compare women to warships.

There's no sign of a woman in my personal category who falls under the category of destroyer.

For a moment, there was one ship that I thought was a destroyer, but on a good look, it was a light aircraft carrier.

(Which should be..., let's avoid looking scared, and the psycho-like next door)

In the meantime, one light cruiser catches my eye. A gentle ship with a clear and quiet impression.

"I'd like that girl, please"

Tell the concierge.

Then the concierge answered, oops, with a single voice.

"Your eyes are high for choosing that kid. It's a little higher than the other kids, okay?

When I ask, it's not as different as I care. I nod and ask.

"I don't mind, but why is it expensive?

"Attitude, sincerity, honesty, technology, everything is top notch."

"That's amazing."

"He's a role model for everyone here, and for the apprentice kids, he's also a teacher."

He pulled a pretty good hit while I was at it. My boiler pressure also increases in anticipation.

Leaving the concierge and heading to the counter in the back to pay, I could not hear the last whine of the concierge.

"Even the sidelines are ghost instructors enough to snort..."

A few hours later, I finally thought I'd take my body to the inn and fall into bed.

(Excellent)

I ran out of those words.

Everything was top notch, every standing behavior, without a minute's gap.

Everything is beautiful and everything makes sense. There was no such thing as a futile move.

From gaze to center of gravity movement to fingertip movement, it was a day dance kind of job where the will went through everything.

That's not a play already.

It's a dance that has reached the realm of art.

I just admired it with my own self.

It was just great.

She was so beautiful and so sweet, but she sometimes felt harsh about her job.

It was harshness against itself.

(He said he was a teacher, but I guess he's a sarcastic instructor)

A little sympathetic.

But being a teacher, no matter how tough it is, it's none of my business.

I just admire and enjoy the job for the first time.

(I'm glad I'm in a customer position. Good thing I have the money)

Damn, I realized again that it's hard to make money in any world.

Really, it's good to have cheats to earn.

Thanks for the stone statue.

When I remembered the stone statue, I opened the book in my head again.

Because if there might be a read off, I thought about it, and I don't want to think about things that are hard because I ran out of energy, and I couldn't move because I felt like I was losing my hips.

The book always felt in my head, even if I didn't open it.

Now open it and see.

It was written on page 1, what I saw on the first day, about magical loans and possessions.

When I read it back, I didn't seem to have missed anything in particular.

I'll turn the page.

(That?)

There, in my illegible letters, something was written in surprise.

Small, slight letters fill up near the end of the second page.

(The second page was blank, right?)

That's for sure. I remember. So what is this?

(... I don't know. Okay)

pending, and make decisions in your head.

I'm already getting sleepy, so what's the decision not to make? Even as the feeling springs up, it quickly fogs away.

I fell asleep in a world of comfort and fatigue.