After leaving Nathrie, we had dinner and headed to Floy.
And now I'm like, "Elf's shop, Floy. A lovely elf welcomes you 'before.
Stare at the elves depicted as big fat on the sign and increase your will to fight.
Then he pushed open the door and entered the store.
"Welcome"
The waitresses speak up.
Some of them are waitresses the other day, and they look like they said something.
But I'm not going to nominate a waitress.
Personal revenge is not the goal.
My aim is to beat a race called Elves.
So I nominated him from the chick stand.
We need another elf to know whether the elves were deep as seeds or whether the waitress individual was deep.
"Nice to meet you"
On the bed, a thick beauty with an eyebrow in Long's Sovereign, greets me.
The drinks have already been brought in and the time for the two of us has begun.
I compliment them on their appearance and give them back their business smiles when they say "thank you." It's Theory Street.
And quietly, the battle began with the triumph and defeat of the race.
Firstly, heavy artillery support through grooming.
Sovereign has a "hey, don't do it" face.
I am in no hurry and observe the light circulation and color temperature of the Sovereign firmly.
(I knew it. Sovereigns are also profound.)
From the color temperature and circulation, grasp the position of the depth of the Sovereign.
Plus, that's the chick stand. It was something that lurked even deeper than a waitress.
My spine trembles at my horror as an elf seed.
(So beautiful, so thin, so luxurious, this depth would be unruly)
I don't think anyone who comes to see me thinks they possess such a deep well.
Unaware, they get drunk, tricked, believe "mellow with my array," etc. by their acting, and go through and contribute.
Fortunately, those who remain unaware.
Whoever learns their secrets can no longer be sane. With embarrassment and remorse, you should be rolling around with your head every time you remember.
And some of them will have unparalleled feelings for the elves.
It may eventually develop into a 300-year war that calls for a serious conflict between humans and elves and turns 80% of the world's habitable land into scorched soil.
(Hmm. No way, in the world ahead of me, when such an important role turns)
I wipe my forehead sweat.
By the weight of his own responsibility, he's going to be crushed.
... why I take such delusions seriously, there are serious reasons for that.
It's
(This elf is too attractive!
That's the thing.
It was a Sovereign nominated by intuition, but up close, it was so beautiful and cute.
Even thicker eyebrows were fresh, and before we fought, we were about to get fuzzy.
In order to arouse themselves, they became delusional and made themselves role-play the role of preventing the world from the crisis of ruin.
That being said, it is true that Sovereignty is adorable, but at the bottom of his heart, he felt contempt for the man of the people.
I can't help this.
In education and enlightenment, nothing can be done.
It's a low opinion of a man of his own body.
This assessment is neither misleading nor presumptive.
As a woman, instinct never gives high praise to a man who can't satisfy himself.
No matter how highly reason gives it, instinctive decisions cannot be overridden.
If they really try to correct it, all they can do is deceive themselves and pretend not to notice it.
(So I have to)
Alas, there are quite a few people who do it, too.
All you have to do is make him think so.
That alone can throw a stone at the appreciation of the species.
(Makes sense to knock it down with this, like, crowded weapon of mine)
The elves mock the weapons of the people.
We laugh from the heights that the weapon will never reach us.
So I'll show you.
This weapon will reach you.
He said it was a weapon that could beat you up and make you crawl.
And for the first time ever, feeling threatened by a human weapon, an elf should be able to respect a human race.
(Let's go!
I pulled myself together and covered myself in a grooming, sufficiently warm sovereign.
For starters, launch a normal attack at a slow pace.
Even though I rock you, I can afford a soberage.
Naturally, for her, it's just a little bit of a world ahead of the entrance, like my normal attack.
(Hmm, its spare, I wonder how long it will last)
This normal attack prepares for a major offensive.
Every time I poke, my mind gets worked out.
(All right, you can go anytime)
And I'm ready.
Sovereignty looks reactive on the surface, but the light in his eyes remains cool.
If you look only into your eyes, you feel an atmosphere that might even be absent.
The devil's eye shows me that it's just an act for the guests. but it's so crude nonetheless.
If he's not obsessed with the work, even without the devil's eye, he'll spot it.
I let that attitude out of hand get me out of here.
I'll do it, big offense.
"Panzer for!"
Issue a Grand Decree.
In line with the decree, my high-speed strike group electrocuted through a narrow road in the Sovereign Valley and killed it to Heartland.
The next shell to be released will crush the position's protective wall and rapidly change the color temperature to orange and yellow.
Sovereignty is stunned.
That would be so.
Jap's tank shelling is a door knocker.
If you were lying that way, it would be like a large group of German heavy tanks loaded with 88 mm caliber (Ahat Ahat) appeared.
Sovereign tries to get out with his legs so he can get away from me, trying to get back on his feet. But I will not forgive you.
You insulted me, man of the people.
I was afraid of the elves, ready to challenge them.
No matter how many combat craftsmen you are, you will not break a prepared opponent.
"Ein! Zwei! Dry!"
"Ein! Zwei! Dry!"
I'll keep attacking.
Why German?
That's an elf, a skilled move, to distract me, even if they take the lead.
I had to mobilize my knowledge of German, prime numbers, French and everything else to fight it.
Sovereignty is on the verge of falling.
More than the winning and losing balance tilted so far, it's impossible to recover.
She licked her opponent too much.
Heavy shelling continues to deliver precise damage.
The rear part of the Sovereign was now glowing white.
"Open! Not good! Stop!"
Suddenly, Sovereign begins to resist like crazy.
But no moves, nothing, just power.
No matter how stupid the fire is, on top of his low basic muscle strength, he is now completely extremed in his sleeping skills.
I couldn't help it.
The frenzy of power passes, and Sovereign resistance withers rapidly.
The eyes lose focus, and from the edge of the mouth there is a stream of covetousness.
"Open... it opens"
I didn't know what you were talking about, but the moment I saw her color temperature distribution, I understood.
The white light in the deepest part split and moved from left to right as if the gate were open, and from behind it emerged a blue and white glowing light.
(That's the nucleus!
I got it.
And to attack the nucleus (core), he began to concentrate with his full strength.
"... Heaven's Gate (Havensgate) opens..."
The look on Sovereign's face draws attention. Words are already broken.
But you instinctively perceived my next move.
Literally squeeze the last force to activate defensive action.
It was at the same time that my attentive blow was unleashed.
"Ugh!
I roar.
"This is serious white feather removal!
He stopped the blow by pinching it hard inside.
For a moment, on Sovereign's face, an invincible look appears.
"Hmm."
But I laugh back, too.
(You already know that with you. that my attacks no longer rely solely on physics)
For an elf opponent in the first place, ultimately, physics doesn't work.
Physics alone could not take an elf to this state.
From the position I was stopped, I slapped and twisted the fist of a monk (monk) who turned into a lump of chi into a nucleus (core).
I hear a severed demon.
It doesn't sound like it's coming from a young, beautiful woman.
And the whole room vibrates.
No, not a metaphor. The room is really vibrating. I pulled the elf and dived beneath the table.
When the vibration subsided, there was a flutter and a sound of people coming. Was it an earthquake?
"This is..."
A concierge sees a sovereign unconscious under the table.
I got up from under the table naked. Wrap the bath towel around your hips for now.
"... finally showed up"
"... there's no doubt about the vibration right now. What my spirits say."
Something is bothering me.
I asked a question for now.
"The shake now, is it an earthquake?
Everyone looks at me in unison.
"Is that it?
"Like that."
"Unbelievable."
"But the Spirit says that's it."
There is no answer to the question.
The concierge coughs one up and closes the place.
"I'm very sorry for your loss. Master Tauro, you opened this man's gates to heaven, didn't you?
It would be about the white light divided into two parts. I nod.
A little more, the place squirms.
"So could you please come to the separate room? I'll explain it there.
Besides, the concierge sees Sovereign.
"This person, too, can't be put down like this."
Sure it is. It's too bad he stays down dressed like a stretched frog.
I decided to accept the concierge proposal.