In the morning, I wake up in the inn bed.
Last night, I slept well.
After all, moderate exercise leads to good sleep.
Today, by the way, is the "mercy" day of the week.
That means tomorrow, it will be a "pure" day of the week.
"Purity" day of the week.
Yes, Awok is Elder Rich of Elsaille. Elda is
"Book me and come to the store."
And that's the day of the week I was designating.
Of course, I'm not going. Brainwashing is also unraveling.
But I'm scared, so I hang the state abnormality recovery (A) on myself just in case.
Not using s is insurance for when something happens.
There are seven days of the week in this world.
"Purity", "moderation" and "mercy" are more difficult than the original world.
I call myself a pharmacist, but the reality is the same as that of a tourist, so the week doesn't really matter.
That's why I remember.
By the way, Merchant and Adventurer guilds are open all year round.
It's very helpful to me. Someone inside must be taking turns resting.
After breakfast, I'll start where I schedule my day today.
A solid plan is essential for a full day.
(You can't take the sione sideline off.)
First, we will consider it from the most important matter.
Magic girl and I still have to confront each other.
That show, in me, has been decided to regularize.
(So is Jaanne. yesterday's instructional light patrol was just supreme)
I remember last night and I snort alone.
(Sooner or later, you'll have to challenge a group of battleships moored on the sideline)
More than that, it's not a battle you can hope to win.
But I've been through everything.
Even if you lose, you don't lose your life.
It's not like there's a Magimon danger lurking, like picking up a stand-up in a park and encountering it where you went to their house.
Didn't my aunt at Bell Talk also say, don't look for dangerous experiences out of interest, if you have money, you can play in expensive stores,.
If you have experience in places where safety is guaranteed, like luxury stores, you should try to make money with a bang.
(For a while, shaft these two shops, it's like a go-go bar.)
The go-go bar, besides Annan, so let's try that one.
The problem is in the morning.
If you want to sell potions, you need to go to the Merchant Guild.
But you should open up the day the last few days.
It's also noticeable and unnatural to go and sell them less every day.
For the time being, there's plenty for me to play with and live with.
Then I'm free in the morning.
Exercise and build your body... that's unnecessary.
Every day, I receive flexible gymnastics and weight training.
(Well, a visit to Wangdu would be fine for a while)
If we get tired of sightseeing, we'll think about it then.
When I made up my mind, I set off from the inn to take a stroll around the King's Capital.
Where it's dangerous, I'm not going.
I'll go to the park near downtown, no matter what the night is, it'll be fine during the day.
There are ponds, walkways and pergolas, and in pergolas, grandfathers, playing cards games.
An idyllic landscape.
Tila looks inside as she passes in front of the Adventurer's Guild near the square.
I'm not going in there.
I'm interested in the existence of the Adventurer Alliance, but I have no business at the moment.
Even if you go inside and get tangled up by a muscular old man, you can't handle it.
Just look away, let's be patient.
It's a lot of time passes because we're traveling on foot.
I'm even sweating.
(All right, it's time for lunch, and then you're in a game with the magic girl)
I thought so and headed to the corner of the stall.
After the meal, knock at Sione's door.
And I'm going to sharply check the sidelines.
Chest, hips, some number tags on somewhere in your clothes.
There is no more upset like yesterday. An immovable mind. Make it thirty and don't be confused.
And I gave the concierge the number of the magic girls.
The guys? Yes, the guys.
I nominated you two, natural and boyish.
"Is it multiple nominations..."
The concierge says, a little surprised.
"Can't you?
"No, of course not. In fact, there are also customers who are nominated more than once."
Once the words are cut here, continue.
"It's two people, so the price will double. But your time remains the same as one for two hours. Are you sure?
No problem, I say.
The eyes that look at me in the concierge turn a little better.
Apparently, you gave me a surprised look earlier because you didn't think I was a guest with that much money.
No matter how two opponents, the time is two hours.
If you think about money, you should enjoy it for a total of four hours, one at a time.
Because even the other two have only one body of their own.
(but this is not business)
I think. Well, it's a business for them.
I'm a romance.
A hero of justice would be the longing of the boys.
But the villain Phantom is also the one who tickles the romance of the men.
I wonder if any man has ever been moved by the word conquest of the world?
And the villain Phantom is a fervent and noble being who, at the forefront of an organization that conquers the world, continues to challenge the battle that can never be won.
Can't win?
Yes, Phantoms are not allowed to win.
No matter how dominant the confrontation goes, no matter how victorious, no matter how close you are to a half-step, you will never win.
Why?
That, the audience would know.
No matter how magical a girl gets pinched, holds a sweat in her hand, and harasses her, viewers don't even think the dust is fine to lose.
The thrill in my chest is the anticipation of how I can reverse it from here.
Don't betray that expectation, businesswise. Therefore, the Phantom will never win.
(Oh, what a proud and flirtatious being)
I still think and weep in the mind of the Phantom, who fights without ever losing his hand, knowing that God's reason (proverb) does not allow me to win.
In me the villain Phantom has already elevated to a being equal to the English Spirit.
(Victory you were never allowed to win, I'll grab it and show it in this world instead)
I fulfill the unfulfilled hopes of the Phantoms.
To do this, one magic girl, for example, is not enough at all.
The Phantoms' main opponents are at least a pair these days.
Singles, etc., until Showa.
I just defeated a single, and the hearts of the English spirits I know can't be filled.
I held hands with two magic girls who didn't even go old and went up the stairs.
First, confront the fluffy natural magic girl.
Meanwhile, my magic girl is asked to visit me on the couch.
Naturally, I feel pushy.
After coming to different worlds, he gained a dense experience and became a first-line Phantom, in front of the Thirty Ways (Missouri), among the magical girls. Naturally below, he can't stand his teeth.
My boy's downstairs, by the way.
Why are they both down there?
That's because it's a one-on-one battle, even for the two of us.
No matter how magical the girl is, if you deal with the one on the verge of graduation, you worry about losing in the bee. In my case.
Plus I was cautious and dared to choose the bottom, not the middle tier.
I just made my debut as a magic girl, and I thought it was the girls.
(If this is the case, you can't lose first)
I was delighted to see how villainous my operation seemed.
Now, natural outfits are all fairy, pretentious and fluffy.
It's like a magical girl who is asked by the inhabitants of the fairy kingdom to protect the fairy kingdom gate from the Phantom.
Nature is already driven to considerable disadvantage.
While pushed, there is no disturbance in fairy clothing.
There's a reason for that.
(After all, magic girls dress like magic girls.)
It was because of Phantom policy.
Fairy clothes are safe, but parts other than clothes continue to be attacked.
I feel my gaze, of my bobby watching such a battle from the couch. It freaks me out.
Nature is on the verge of defeat.
There is nothing more to guard her guardian fairy gate. The fairy clothes are intact.
The Phantom enters the gate slowly.
That's when my boy moved.
"I'm the guy!
I guess the chivalry spirit that I think of my people revealed when I saw that nature was just not going to be stabbed to a halt.
The King's Road is unfolding.
"Come on!
I walked away from nature with no obsession and covered myself all at once.
Right on target.
Why, I nominated my boy.
That's not just good for me.
If nature pinches, my boy will come in to help, because I expected that kind of royal road to unfold.
And I expected the King's Road, and I wanted it so badly.
(I'm here to help you, I'll kill you)
Here it is.
I wanted to do this.
If you're on King's Road, you lose when you come to help.
Later, all you have to do is explode and leave a throwaway dialogue.
But not here.
In this world, different worlds of reason (proverbs) do not work.
Nature can't afford to come and help me anymore.
Therefore, I have no choice but to be ravaged by hot pants. To me.
"Thank you."
Concierge bows carefully. That's a deeper angle than yesterday's bow.
Now I'm one of the top customers.
After ravaging my boy, I naturally and carefully stab a stop.
So I took a drink, and after a little trouble, I bok again.
That's when the airtime ended.
I go down to the lobby and head to the door to leave the store.
So I got a bow from the concierge.
Happy to pursue Romance, I take a break at a cafe near the square. Cool time.
Relax and watch the crowds of the busy squares.
"... labor is honorable"
Whimpering lines that backstroke someone else's nerves.
I'm a nasty guy. - I realize that.
But I'm comfortable with this feeling of superiority.
... oops, I think I fell asleep, inadvertently relaxing.
See who's drooling. Looks fine.
Thanks to a light night's sleep, my health is also recovering.
Well, we've moved to different worlds. Travel on your next adventure.
I got up slowly from my chair and made a big stretch.
Arrive at Jayanne.
Thoughtfully today, I decided to nominate a battleship moored on the sideline.
It is opposite to a magic girl.
It's the opposite pole, so we nominate it now.
Tension makes my throat gobble. They have such a sexy aura.
Nominations are for short haired sisters dressed like a mixture of Cheer Girl and Time Patrol.
My thighs feel so munchy.
Engage your arms and walk down the hall.
"... eh"
whispered in my ear. Apparently, they show you the truth. Unexpectedly shook.
Two hours later, I think back at a downtown restaurant with something chinese.
Your sister meant it amazing.
With one blow, my body was going to split.
I thought I saw the essence of a gymnastics girl.
As a result, the battle ended in a draw, but it was really, a product of coincidence.
I had no chance of winning from the start, but at the end of the day, just on the verge of finishing, it happened.
I still don't know what it was after all.
But something hit a deadly thing on the battleship.
Your sister was showing you, the overwhelming margin until then, blew away in an instant.
And while I'm at it, it's a blast.
On top of that, I've got a big underwear.
At the same time, Light Patrol Tauro was caught in an explosion and bombed.
The moment of the explosion, it was held tight, and we wore it together.
With half an hour left, neither of us can move while holding.
It was like that.
On schedule, I decided to go to the go-go bar after this, but unfortunately declined.
We ran out of ammunition.
I headed for my native Swiss ham and slowly turned around and left.