From Knights headquarters, a golem carriage walking out.
In that room, listening to the rain, I was thinking.
(If you want to scatter the first things of the aristocratic child, you better hurry)
A boy with a neat face and a shaky forehead of sarah.
When I was in the cafe, I had several glances at him.
Especially in the passionate eyes of an aunt mechanic, I feel dangerous.
That look I was sending a flickering glance at while chatting with my colleagues.
If we leave it like this, they'll definitely do it.
See, the pilot listens to the mechanic?
With that in mind, he looks at things in a narrow cockpit. I could easily imagine that.
We have to hurry.
I'll let your man know what to do and I'll send him to the pleasure zone.
And when I let him lay it down in front of Jayanne's front door, he invited an apprentice concierge who came to see how it went.
"Okay, please."
Pass the copper coin through the carriage window, while asking for a message to Mr. Cool.
Whatever it was, I didn't want to wet the pilot costume.
A boy who squeezes a coin and smiles happily. The carriage moved toward his home as he dropped him off.
(Will get back to you soon)
I know it's OK. Only date and time should be adjusted.
The reaction was quick.
When I got home, I went out. And when he returned from the whorehouse, a note was caught between the doors.
The sender is Mr. Cool. The content is as expected, you can always do it right now.
(Tomorrow, but look at the Knights headquarters)
Get into the house while you assemble your plans.
And it's the usual time to talk to your family.
"Long time no see." Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! I went to see what kind of pilot school students were coming to work. "
Nodding imosques.
I was watching a female pilot in uniform at the Knights headquarters, and I brought it up.
Nowhere, such as the need to be patient. When they come, they just go to a store that seems to be able to eliminate them.
"When I say defeat rape, don't you guys get it? I tried playing that image, but it was pretty fresh."
A neat pilots school uniform. Tie both wrists of the female student in it with a towel over her head. Light, of course.
And on the bed he enjoyed resistance which he did not mean.
Unlike the ponytail that was raw feet, today's opponent is black tights.
In the underwear you see over the tights in the back of the tight skirt, this had something to hobby about.
(I don't have the pleasure of stirring it up like a ponytail, but that's not bad)
A face with no makeup, on a tit cut off at the shoulder. How student-like, very good.
"This is what happens when you become a pilot and lose on the battlefield."
As a senior pilot, I beat the code of the battlefield into him many times.
Tights, of course, stay put. Break it, shift it, it's breaking in.
I try to escape by twisting my body, but nothing happens with my ankles gripped and my big open legs.
Conversely, the twisting motion felt good.
"If it was real, you wouldn't be alone."
Keep poking and letting them talk about the mature Viscount in the Nicea Cassian country.
It was a matter of two old men continuing to entertain me night after night.
The female student must have overlaid herself with a mature Viscount. The light behind his belly, reflected in the demonic eye, began to increase its radiance suddenly as the story progressed.
(The horror of defeat rape, you passed it on well)
It should have worked for her too.
If you don't think you can beat it, you'll get more training in school as well.
I'll finish talking to my family.
"I haven't had a pilot's school student in the store lately. Glad to hear it."
In the words of tightening, blessings are received from Imoske and Dangolo.
Thus, he went late at night.
The day after dawn, I went to Knights headquarters, and I attach my word with Cornell.
It was decided the day after tomorrow, but I was surprised to be back at home.
Because there were several notes pinched in the doorway.
(Turns out)
The senders, all of them, Mr. Cool. Everything was a reminder.
I'm on my way to Jayanne while I'm stunned. And he asked the apprentice concierge to give him the same message as he did yesterday.
The next day.
"Is this Knights headquarters?"
Sounds interesting, Mr. Cool.
The two of us are walking down the hallway in the building towards the cafe. That's where I'm meeting Cornell and the others.
Along the way, I was once again mistaken for a ponytail, but just to meet and not to speak up.
I guess not because Cornell scolded me last time, but because I was barely pressured by Mr. Cool's power as a woman. Yeah, I'm watching.
Beautiful, stylish and cool atmosphere.
Women are more sensitive to this kind of power relationship.
Seeing as very difficult, you gave up giving us a little.
"Sorry to bother you again"
Cornell and the aristocratic child had already waited in the cafe.
To see the look on the faces of the two, the aristocratic child does not seem to know why he was called. The eyes that look at Mr. Cool without the pilot's badge seem strange.
Cornell whispers to me after he greets each other.
"Mr. Tauro. Where are you taking them now?"
I care about the place.
Because Mr. Cool knows he works at a super-class whorehouse called Jayanne.
If it wasn't quite the room, you'd think I'd be offended.
(But don't worry about that)
Mr. Cool doesn't choose time and place.
He says he can use the corner of the warehouse or the toilet for anything.
When told, Cornell stared at Mr. Cool's side with a frightened face.
(Was this the kind of person)
Cornell tilting his neck.
I guess it's because I'm far from the image I once fought.
According to Mr. Cool, before I met Cornell. They beat him up after a fight.
(Hmm?)
That's where I notice.
Something's wrong with Mr. Cool.
"What's up?
I don't reply, but I don't break the grim look.
He creases between his eyebrows and moves his nose to smell the smell.
And with a kicking eye, I looked to Cornell.
"Skewered whirlwind. Have you eaten?
Its gaze is sharp and cold.
It is as if the sweetness I have kept for pleasure, the eyes of those who steal it.
(What?)
A few moments later, when I understood what Mr. Cool was going to say, I turned my surprise eyes to Cornell.
The aristocratic child, on the other hand, does not seem to understand.
"About what?"
Cornell with both hands behind his head and distracting his gaze.
"Don't be silly."
But Mr. Cool's eyes don't move with Cornell's eyes caught.
"The act of stabbing a needle, after inflating my expectations. It's very unpleasant."
Cornell sighs heavily and aligns his gaze with Mr. Cool's.
And with his troublesome expression, he uttered words with an uncomfortable voice.
"What if I eat it? Half of it's still there, that's all right."
Cornell thinks in his heart as he tries to return the favor.
(Once upon a time, this woman had a sore eye. But now I'm not what I was back then)
A class A knight pilot.
I am confident that I have gained enough strength to match it.
Now, we should be able to fight more than each other.
"... Really?"
Close your eyes, Mr. Cool. The voice is very cold. It is so illusory that words freeze.
Proud of her, she didn't have the hair to bear with leftovers.
"Be prepared."
Cold-cut anger explodes and aura increases all at once.
(What!
Stunning Cornell.
So much so that I wonder if Aura is interfering with physical phenomena and causing wind vortexes around her.
Invisible ice and snow blow around like a blizzard.
Earlier, in such a way that 'we can fight more than each other', there is absolutely no.
(Is this the strength of the Holy Capital Divine Match, the overall winner)
I don't know, a few steps behind every chair.
When I saw how it was, I sighed.
(Jeez)
Mr. Cool has a boost when the first object is involved.
Because I had the right to eat my first product, I was able to keep winning the divine match.
Mr. Cool, who has betrayed his expectations and is filled with anger.
I couldn't think of anyone who could beat her now.
"You're going to screw it off, right?
To the words, Cornell's expression changed sharply to pale. And both knees are tightly closed with their inner thighs.
(Rotating system for both parties. But the difference in strength is historical)
What would Mr. Cool have said about Cornell before?
Sure, 'I was curious, so I twisted it,' etc., and I should have said something noisy.
(That's this time, it's 'screwed up')
I carve deep wrinkles between my eyebrows.
(Definitely, seriously)
About her not choosing a time and a place. As it is, a catastrophe occurs in the café.
Before that happens, I have to stop it.
"... the bookseller's grandfather"
She reacts like a cat to my words.
Keep your eyes facing the front. But you're definitely listening to me sitting next to you.
"They call their friends."
Slowly take your gaze off Cornell and transfer it here.
"They get together with a few people from time to time and blossom into stories about their hobbies. Maybe there he is."
I see it chilling while I mouth it.
Mr. Cool's gaze went back and forth between me and Cornell several times. And once I closed my eyes gently, I put away a swordswallowing aura.
"Excuse me."
That said, quietly mouth the teacup.
It's about her. You must have realized you'd only lose money if you hurt my friend Cornell.
And take your seat off to fix your makeup.
"That was helpful. Mr. Tauro."
Cornell looks relieved. Her complexion is blue and white, and she has a dandruff of sweat that seems cold on her forehead.
"Please don't stir her up too much. I'm scared."
A nobleman came to me whispering that he did not yet understand the situation.
"That woman, Senior Cornell's girlfriend?
She looks grumpy and her cheeks are swollen slightly.
I knew Cornell was a mouthful this way. But it is unexpected that the son of a nobleman should have that aptitude.
In a tone similar to a sigh, I answered.
"No, I'm not. I don't think you're good at it the other way around."
Hearing that, the face of the aristocratic child brightens.
(Uh, this is serious)
To Cornell, an aristocratic child who speaks well.
I shrugged my shoulders as I saw him.
(It's hard to say what you can do)
I'd still like a whorehouse.
Because you don't have to worry about this kind of thing.
(Everything in the world, solved with money. That's the easiest thing to do)
Cold tea felt bitter than usual at the unexpected appearance of former alumni.
Waiting for Mr. Cool to return, the two of us leave Knights headquarters.
Then he took a golem carriage and delivered Mr. Cool to his home.
"Then the chief. Don't forget what I said earlier."
As she disembarks from the Golem carriage, she pushes caution. It's about a fellow bookkeeper's grandfather.
I promise, I'll take the golem carriage straight to the Merchant Alliance.
I had a thought as I watched the streets flowing through the windows.
(The first food (unicorn) road is a hard and tough road)
That path does not allow us to look back. It's only in the first food (unicorn) before.
That resembles going through a deep snowfield, where no one has stepped in yet.
If the snow is only to the ankle, it will be easy to walk. There should even be fun.
But if the snow piles up to your knees.
Just go a dozen meters and you will definitely drain a lot of health.
That's what keeps me eating my first food.
(That's why when walking on a snowpath, it's the iron rule to follow in the footsteps of your ancestors)
Fatigue is completely different.
And take the lead in small summaries. This allows the whole thing to move forward.
(But first food (unicorn) doesn't allow that)
You can't let others take the lead, you never go.
You always have to take the lead.
The joy of stepping first into an untouched snowfield. Instead of getting it, I'm also carrying that pain by myself.
(That's hard)
There is no past there, only the future.
It's a way of life that keeps abandoning everything but the present.
(Even with as many specs as Mr. Cool, it's not easy to pierce that way of life)
While I'm under my command, I even remember respect.
I can't do this.
With that in mind, the Golem carriage arrived in front of the Merchant Alliance.
I didn't have any errands, but I came to my face wondering if there was any information.
Fortunately, the guild leader, who seemed free, dealt with me.
"Is Reaper coming?"
The guild leader snorts, saying it's unusual.
A truce agreement that almost reached agreement. A signing ceremony will take place shortly in Inn Town.
He said the name was on the imperial side attendees.
By the way, Reaper is the famous pilot of the Empire. Cornell tells me he wielded fierceness in the Landburn match.
(No way, he's the same person as the Reaper I saw in the Holy Capital.)
Oh, my God, world ranker even on the bed. Explosion Bottom When your sister won, it was a fuss.
When Cornell said something about the Great Sickle Death Size, it was that big, contradictory long groin that floated in my brain.
(Well, the mature Viscount was a contestant too, and I guess the pilot has the aptitude over there)
Knight manipulation and men's and women's moves. Think about it, and snort alone.
"I don't really want to sit in these seats because I don't want to be in person and I don't want to call my surroundings"
The guild leader who doesn't look like he's falling.
Certainly the street name is Reaper. It would be inappropriate for negotiations other than gunship diplomacy.
"Is there a reason?
"Well."
We both twisted our heads.
A few days later.
On the streets of the pleasure street, a stall that only leaves the store in the evening.
I'm drinking with Mr. Cool there right now.
I was listening to the stupidity of my subordination.
"I'm on my head! Oh, here I come now and then!
Mr. Cool sprinkles sparkling liquor while swinging a chicken barbecue.
The figure of a beautiful woman, who keeps the silent and cold atmosphere together, is not there.
One is a drunk.
(My grandfather's buddy at the bookstore, he didn't have his first one.)
He was pushed off by Mr. Cool, who hurried, and forced his face to the gathering of people he did not know.
Of course, Mr. Cool changes his image dramatically.
There is no such thing as a heavenly woman who was the thinker of a bookseller's grandfather when she turned into a beauty in men's clothes.
Tough, cold eyes on that neat yet faceless face.
It looked too good and the gravity was intense.
Naturally, it received intense attention from the brothers who preferred this type of hand.
However, no results were achieved.
(If those people had more experience, she would have given up too)
There were a dozen middle-aged people gathered there.
Though the first product was not there, the experience was mostly once. It is Mr. Cool's view that it is often twice.
First of all, there is a mistake about Mr. Cool, who is an eyewitness.
"There are no jewels, there are no scratches. It's not worth it at all. Why would you scratch yourself if you're Flores because of it!
Scattered in cheap shops when I was younger, and since then I have remained pure. That story is drawing a tail to her heart.
That was when I told you about the whorehouse.
This is what an old man said with the look of ridicule.
"That wasn't a good place."
If you ask me more, the rank of the store is also lower in the junior whorehouse. And there, he felt very bad.
That was too much of a waste for Mr. Cool.
"I go to a weird store, so it can be a bad memory. If that's enough to lose you in there, come to me! Money? All that stuff, I'll give it to you!
I am in the mood.
Even Jaanne doesn't have the first fried water here for a while.
"Chief! Are you listening to me?
Yes, yes, I'm listening.
"Yes, once!
Okay, so I don't want you to repeat the conversation at once.
Drink your guns, Mr. Cool, and just fall down.
I'll take Mr. Cool to her house in a golem carriage and throw him in the back of the front door.
The lock seemed magically auto-locked, so it was no problem.
Before closing the door, I'll just rub my chest a little as a fee.
"Oh, boy."
I have no experience of having a subordinate, so I have difficulty coping with these cases.
(Would you like to refer to the guild leader or the deputy guild manager?)
I can't get that calm and piercing out, but it'll be as good as imitating.
(I think I'll re-drink it)
Actually, I barely drank it earlier. I couldn't afford that.
Drink and eat, and if you're in the mood, let's go straight to the whorehouse.
Remaining on the right hand side, the feeling of a masculine's opium. Remembering that, he asked the Golem carriage to head straight to the pleasure zone.