A new resident came to the garden forest.
Zaratan, a famous spiritual beast who lived in the Spirit Fountain.
This turtle, about twenty centimeters long, did not become my family.
Like the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancer," it doesn't follow imosques or dangolows either.
Lo! it is but a dwelling place in a pond.
Instead, I left it to the management of the pond, including cleaning, so I don't mind.
"The water's clean."
As soon as the turtle arrived, the effect appeared.
pond, which was only an extension of the water reservoir, which began to have a far-reaching atmosphere.
The stench drifted when I skipped cleaning, there's not a single thing like that right now.
"No heart or the trees and grass are alive"
Imosque on top of his head, Dangolo moving forward with Tokotoko. A wave of affirmation arrives from both.
I came to the Garden Forest to show you the fruits of a new summer.
What was growing earlier, guided by Dangolow. That was a big way off my expectations.
"Vegetables."
Somehow I assumed it was fruit. I imagined watermelon or peach.
But not too bad. Summer vegetables are good too.
"Brilliant."
One is cucumber.
Japanese knife-like reverse, with a rounded figure.
Watching, enough to make me jealous.
"This one's powerful."
Round, fat eggplant ahead. One blow is likely to distract your consciousness.
Why did it become these two? Probably because of me.
"Talk about the basin, did you remember"
The relatives snort.
Summer vegetables and spirit horses. I forgot better when I talked to you.
On the heads of Imosque and Dangolo then, eggplant and cucumber for the summer fruit. I guess such an image has been imprinted.
But it's been a long time.
Both are in high quantities. If you try to eat it all yourself, it's likely to hold up until the coming season.
"Let's divide it into lightning"
I recently moved downstairs, a young pilot from the Nicea Cassia country.
I have a family, so I'm sure you'll be happy.
"You think so, too?"
The relatives also agree.
Imoske and Dangolo came here with no recognition of value from the elves and worse treatment than ignorance.
Lightning is so popular that it requires respect for them.
Having harvested enough to sell, I held a big, swollen sack of hemp and went down the stairs.
The day after that.
Knights headquarters on the north side of the Royal Castle.
In one room where the morning sun plunges in, there are two people across the table. Cornell and Lightning.
"Mr. Tauro's name should not be given."
Cornell roars with a written report.
Fight against the self-proclaimed wise man in the territory of the Earl of the East. After all the ex-post processing, I was putting together all the paperwork all night.
The body of the wise man was significantly damaged and unidentified. And the old Count himself has been found underneath a collapsed castle wall.
Naturally, the Count family is destroyed. temporarily, but became the direct jurisdiction of the State.
(That's better, but the problem is with fighting.)
I called for lightning because I came up with something that bothered me when I was in the stage of making a recommendation.
"Lord Tauro didn't show himself until the end. I don't think he wants to be on the table."
To Lightning's words, I have to snort.
I don't want to engage with the Knights or the country rather than wanting to stand out. That's what I feel.
If you think about how you were treated in the pilots' school and in the crusade for the heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer", you can't do that either.
(Standing on the podium with a practical exam did not make me take the Knights' entrance exam)
It brings back bitter memories.
Natural rights earned by top performers. I didn't give it to you.
Fortunately scouted by the Merchant Guild, his best friend doesn't have to give up his pilot's dream.
(When Mr. Tauro starts playing in the Merchant Guild Knight, now he brings that reputation to life)
As a result, the Knights force them to join the crusade. He then tried to make it disposable as bait for fishing for the heavy horse "Heavy Lancer".
(What are you doing? Our Knights)
I remembered and held my head.
Even though it was the decision of the former Knights chiefs, they only do what they hate.
It was going to take a long time to gain trust from here.
"Right. Make up a story so you can get stuck."
It's a bad area, but I can't help it.
Get to work on the finishing touches while letting Lightning help.
"You're like this"
A report written up in agony. That has become something with a lot of penetration, with words such as' coincidence ',' coincidence 'and so on prominent.
(Later, duly misleading)
Pinch the pen between your pointed lips and nose and Cornell reopens.
After Lightning left the room, his jaw. Why is he tasting the feel of a beard all night, the sound of a knock.
When I gave permission, the aristocratic child came in with the coffee in a basin.
"Sorry."
You must have cared about your boss, who was working without sleeping.
I appreciate it being brewed thick.
"Um, may I read it myself?"
A written report, thrown on the desk.
I'm dropping my eyes on that.
"Thank you"
Seeing Cornell snort, the aristocratic child took it and began to follow the letters with his eyes.
A super-range magic attack, which kept blocking the magic activation of the self-proclaimed wise man.
He wanted to know what it was and reached out to the report.
(This is..., no)
The aristocratic child who finished reading and raised his face. The eyes that look at Cornell are harsh.
"That's a knight's backup shooting. It can't be by a magician."
The aristocratic child has a crush on the archer.
Once a classmate, Cornell used to hire me.
Are you going to let that feat go?
For a moment, I suspect so, but I reconsider.
(No, the Knights are not what they used to be today. Besides, seniors should have been between him and friends)
A boy with confusion in his eyes.
Cornell makes a nasty face, he takes his seat and lines up next to him.
"It's a lot of stuff. You shut up."
I lifted my hand up my ass as I said it, sticking my middle finger up.
Over the thin fabric of summer trousers, a thick finger seals the back mouth. The aristocratic child accidentally drank his breath into the sweet current running through his body.
Desperately pushing his voice to death, a right-faced boy. Seeing it up close, there's an all-night urge on Cornell's lower body.
"You're too serious. Give me some more strength."
When you sit on your knees, remove your belt. And it was hard to predict that he had lost his strength, and he began to gizzard.
That evening.
The Kingdoms Knights' squad yard locker room.
The pilots who have completed their training are returning to the shower room to change clothes.
"Hey, did you read that? That report."
An old man, a former adventurer, speaks to a ponytail who drinks fruit water in the corner.
Now she's alone. Braided tits are still in the shower room.
"We've been there in the meantime, east story?
Nodding old man.
"Don't you think that's odd?
But the ponytail response is dull. It is only surprisingly in return.
The old man sees it and exhales small.
"That supporting magic. A group of magicians who happened to be nearby intervened when they saw our crisis."
Hearing that doesn't change the look on Ponytail's face.
"'Cause it's true. In fact, magic flew in."
An old man who made vertical wrinkles between his eyebrows. Sit tightly in the front chair and open your mouth with a frightened face.
"How many times have you been in that range? You can't have a bunch of high-ranking magicians wandering around that neighborhood. Can you believe that?
"That's why the report said you were lucky."
Ponytail with pointy mouth.
The old man holds his head to her honesty.
"... a group of magicians at the national level saved us and walked away without even showing up?
"Did you read it properly? Or did you forget?
A little irritated, Ponytail recited one sentence of the report.
"Probably the famous magicians. If your first name were on the table, you'd have a problem. so judged, and we did not pry '
The old man sends an indescribable gaze to the ponytail. But I don't say anything.
I lay my eyes down, and I lay my head down.
There, another old man showed up.
"What's up?
"No, I thought my heart was dirty."
"What now?"
Ponytails with eyebrow roots and staring at the old men.
When I started opening my mouth to say something, I was called from behind.
"Thank you for waiting."
Looking back, braided tits super big.
He's got wet hair and a towel on his head.
"Oh, you're all set."
An old man who comes later sees it and puts an inflated hemp bag on his desk.
"It's a recommendation from Mr. Lightning. If you don't mind, we can all do it."
"Master Lightning!
Braided big, super big tits, makes her eyes shine.
The old man took it out of the hemp bag: cucumber and eggplant.
"There's someone in the neighborhood who's home gardening."
Vegetables are pushed before ponytails that seem uninteresting.
Look, it's the old man from the beginning.
"You, too."
He looks like he deserved it.
"I live in a dorm."
There is no kitchen, morning and evening in the dining room. And eat out at noon.
The old man has a caring look and pushes the summer vegetables further.
"That's why. You need something."
You don't like or dislike it, you mean get vegetables?
Forcefully pressed, he receives one cucumber and one eggplant at a time.
Whatever the cucumber is, tell me what to do with the eggplant raw.
I think so, but it's from a respectable pilot, Lightning.
It's not a good idea to refuse.
I don't know why.
He went back to the dorm with a crease on his nose head.
And night.
After diving into bed and dropping private room lighting. The old man's compassion, it comes to fruition.
That's an old man with a daughter slightly younger than he was about to be. Let's just say I had a lot of life experience.
(You can't leave food like this.)
Just a little.
I couldn't stand the look of it and used it as a tool to play alone.
(On top of quite a long time, this subtle inversion)
And the whole body, covered with a gentle protrusion.
Sweet current rubbing the upper side of the back and climbing the spine.
(I'll do it, for you vegetables)
With that thought, Ponytail's legs shuddered with stretch.
(... what to do, this)
Shallow pickled cucumber I've made. Watch it in a hot sigh.
(Hmm?)
My lower abdomen rattled cum at the appearance of an eggplant that happened to be in the corner of my vision.
The young body wanted a little more of the evening meal.
(While the freshness is good, you have to eat it)
Carry it to the bottom mouth, with an excuse for unintelligibility.
(Fat)
My consciousness swayed for a moment to more volume than I looked. But still, my hands unconsciously push the eggplant in.
(Hey, just for a second, let's part-time on an off-duty day)
It was a ponytail where thoughts went in strange directions while tightening up the eggplant and shallow marination.
That neighborhood, by the way.
(Lightning, well!
There is a young woman shaking her shell-shaped super boobs as she kills her voice and screams.
I was sleeping in bed, but my hips floated wide up, savoring purple in front and green in the back at the same time.
(No! I can't do this. Dear Lightning)
Waving around with vegetables growing back and forth. But at that time, one leg slipped unevenly on the sheet.
The floating butt falls to bed, the green pierces deep and then the part that couldn't get through deflects heavily.
Shortly afterwards, the sound of proof of the freshness of the pacifier rang indoors.
"~ ~!"
I opened my eyes wide for a moment, braided big tits super big. She peels her white eyes with Grung and loses consciousness as she is.
As a result, the eggplant was overnight pickled and the cucumber bran pickled.
Summer night sky with stars spreading all over the sky.
Lying in the garden forest, I looked up into the sky surrounded by my family.
He said, "I've got a lot of lightning, so I recommended it to all the Knights."
Imosuke crawling over her chest jumps a worrying wave. He seems to care that it wasn't fruit.
"I'm fine. I'm definitely glad it's not as good as this."
The cucumber was raw, but it was good. It would be any dish.
By the way, bring the eggplant to the stall and transform it into a spicy hemp woman eggplant. In the hot summer, it was the best dinner ever.
"Hmm? You want me to smile and eat?
Dangolo climbed to his belly. I smile at that thought.
Species sprinkled with imosques. Dangolow fills that up and makes the ground look good.
After the sprouts, the two came together to take care of the vegetables.
Either one of them alone would not have been as fruitful as this.
"Making things is fine."
Speaking of which, so was my motive for the construction industry.
When I was a little girl, I watched the houses being built in my neighborhood for a day when the sun was shining.
Do you work in the field with me?
Since I came to this world, I've been able to look back a lot.
Some of the horizons would have widened.
"I didn't know I could experience growth after thirty years."
While I was distracted by the starry sky, I was deeply grateful for that mysterious stone statue.