East of the Royal Castle, the Royal School of Magic.
One room in that white-air building. The Termano lab had a middle-aged man sitting in a chair covering his face and the students surrounding it.
"I'll get the dean."
One of the three boys students speaks and goes outdoors.
The footsteps running down the hallway are getting smaller and smaller.
Their remaining gaze kept going back and forth between the professor sitting in the chair and the small glass bottle on the appraisal bench.
"Dean! This way."
I wait a lot. Following a student who opens the door with momentum, the Dean of the College jumps in.
A romance grey gentleman with his hair tightly stiffened with oil. They've been running, with their shoulders wide up and down.
Students who tided their cheeks with excitement point fingers at the appraisal bench and scream.
"Look, this indication. And that pale, white light. Definitely an elixir!
With his untidy breath, the Dean of the Academy runs over to the appraisal table.
And make sure it snaps to the edge of the table, staring at the little glass bottle. From a slightly open mouth, an exclamation leaked.
Seeing how it goes, the student declares with his chest stretched high.
"Finally, Professor Termano has brought years of research to fruition and completed Elixir!
(What?)
Suddenly changing, the look on your exploding bottom sister's face.
The appearance of patience to keep the joy out of the table disappeared with a single voice now.
The skinny middle-aged man does not move with his face facing down, although he immediately turns to the professor.
"That's Termano. I thought you'd do it someday."
Dean of the College who smiles and utters words. But Termano didn't respond.
"... Thermano, you?
No, it's not like I'm unresponsive. If you look closely, you're shaking small.
It was as if they were desperately suppressing the waves of emotion.
(if)
verse that comes to mind. One college director with it looks around in a hurry.
What I saw in my eyes was a boy student who looked good, a termano with no face up, and an exploded bottom sister grated with a blue face.
(Is that it!
Dean of the College who understood the situation in an instant. Explosion Dressed Bottom Move your gaze to your sister and open your mouth.
"You could have made an elixir..."
But it was too late. Before that, Termano exploded.
Jumping up from the chair like a spring trick, Termano grabs the head of a masterful boy student with both hands from the front.
And a word. From his obliquely large leaning mouth, he uttered words sharply.
"Die."
Shortly afterwards, he pokes his right knee up as he draws it in to hold his back of his head.
The student, who took a blow to the face, went backwards as he leaned back. Fall from your back as you draw your deep red muscles into the universe.
A little late, a few white fragments made a noise on the floor.
"You're gonna let me work the theft."
Termano turns to the other two as he lands.
Pale complexion, rugged eyes. The boys cannot move under barometric pressure.
The student, who has fallen on his back on the floor, is pumping blood out of his crushed nose and broken mouth of teeth.
"The most repentant act."
Then turn around and step out, kneeling one knee in front of the exploding bottom sister.
"Your disciples have done something sorry."
I can't go about the sudden change of circumstances and the explosion wearing bottom sister that remains solidified.
With his knees on the floor, Termano spoke to the Dean of the College.
"Its lower" Lesser "elixir is at her disposal. I'm not contributing anything."
The Dean returns the words with a troubled face.
"I think the students I declared were mistaken. Your disciple can't possibly know what his master hates."
Students on both sides are nodding eagerly.
Seeing that, Termano must have realized his own faults. When approaching a student with white eyes peeled, he raises his hand and chants a spell.
The attentive magic formation unfolded on the floor and began to heal the student's wounds.
"Need another one up there?"
Termano, with a frown root, receives the white fragments offered by other students and hits them in the bloody mouth.
We cast a longer spell earlier and rolled out a great magic formation.
The broken front teeth and crushed nose were repaired.
"Termano, when I was younger, I was deprived of my credit by a professor in the lab."
The romance grey gentleman who comes next door tells his blast bottom sister so.
"So I hate stealing people's achievements more than anything else."
Although the impact of the lower "Lesser" elixir seems to have been too great this time, and reason has flown away. After the dean said so, he closed one eye and showed it.
A sneering explosion, to the bottom sister, a footstep that approaches reluctantly.
If you look at you, your teeth and nose have healed, but you are still a bloody student in your face.
"I'm sorry. I'm early."
As soon as I regained consciousness, I came to apologize to my explosion-bottomed sister.
"Are you okay?"
Explosion Bottom Sister looks worried, takes out the handkerchief and wipes her face.
(Ugh)
The student felt in his heart a dagger made of sugar crystals, which could protrude.
Mitsuya, a super luxury whorehouse. If it is also its sideline, it is comparable to a famous beautiful actress.
I saw my face in those big, clear eyes, and my soul was about to be sucked in.
(... goddess)
Students attending magic school are not one another. But I feel the difference in the world I live in, the person I've never been close to.
That's now, if you stick your face out a little, the closer you seem to be able to kiss. There's your face, and you care about yourself.
To that situation, the nosebleed, which should have stopped, begins to drip again.
"Don't push me. You should stay calm for a while."
With a handkerchief, I'll hold your nose gently, Exploding Dressed Bottom Sister.
The voice crossed from ear to heart, completely captivating his heart.
Me, let's get a job.
I've never felt more sorry for myself for not having any savings.
I had refrained from graduating up close and could not decide whether to stay in school or work outside, but this temporarily set my mind.
(Earn money, go to her store. Never)
Vitality springs up in two new life goals.
By the way, the handkerchief I got at this time will be his treasure, but that's another story.
"Everybody! I want you to listen to me."
Student and Explosion Bottom Sister. Termano shouts out in anticipation of the end of that interaction.
"This lower Lesser Elixir is her work. Everything is her feat."
And breathe heavily, distorting your face.
"I am jealous of that achievement. I don't want to admit it, but there's a whisper in my chest about stealing it. Not even at this moment!
The surprised blast bottoming sister moves her gaze to the college director beside her.
On the side of watching Termano with his arms together, there was a colour that seemed to hang in the serenity.
"So you guys, Dean of the Academy. If anything happens to her, if this feat is about to be taken away, I want you to suspect me first!
Grab us by hatred and throw up.
"I have a motive. My heart is humble, jealous, and arrogant. So please, just turn your suspicious eyes to me."
And look down, often silent.
Again, from the raised face, the safety that had happened earlier was taken, and the atmosphere was refreshing.
"Congratulations. You've accomplished what rocks the world. The name will be deeply engraved in history."
With a smile, Termano seeks to shake hands.
The exploding bottom sister, surprised, reached back and gripped back.
"... Thermano you. You won't change forever. [M] It's still so serious."
The Dean of the Academy hangs words with a gentle expression.
"Same as before, to the point where you use others to block your escape route"
And then I turned to my blast bottom sister.
"You've made me uncomfortable. This is like your ritual to embrace reality, Termano. It's an annoying story to be around."
Termano listens to what the Dean of the College says and puts on his face. When I re-opened my eyes to my exploding bottom sister, I lowered my head to my mouth, sorry.
Then he coughs and opens his mouth.
"I'm sorry, but can you tell me how you completed the Lower Lesser Elixir?"
The exploding bottom sister nodded and began to speak to the Dean of the College and the students.
The content is a repetition of what I told the professor in the morning.
"I met a customer at a whorehouse. That was the beginning of it all."
Everyone pulled a chair close by, sat down and listened.
"The fruit that I had in my hand was better. The customer didn't seem to notice, but I couldn't help but see that legendary fruit, Ambrosia."
Ambrosia itself or an extremely close subspecies.
I wager fruit and challenge myself to battle, and manage to get it after a fierce battle.
Immediately afterwards, I tried to make elixirs, and at the end of repeated failures, I finally succeeded this morning.
"I wonder if you could tell me who your customer is."
After listening, the Dean of the Academy raises his hand on his chin. The tone is mild, but the eyes are sharp, and the explosion-bottomed sister's eyes are caught and not let go.
The exploding bottomed sister, who looked back without flinching, refused as perseverance.
"As a whorehouse worker, I can't answer such questions."
Nude, poking at each other's work patterns, many customers forgive their hearts and speak secrets.
They therefore strictly discipline themselves with confidentiality.
(Though I may talk to concierges and colleagues about customers)
But that's only in the workplace. It didn't make outsiders leak anything.
"It's a project that could have a serious impact on Elixir, Ambrosia, and the world. I can assure you that you will not be punished for what you say."
Dean of the Eating College. But the look on your sister's face at the bottom of the explosion is harsh and she doesn't snort.
"It's not a question of what the punishment is. It's a matter of ethics."
There it was, not the young female student who wandered off earlier. He was a professional figure, working at the peak of the Hanayo world.
The Dean of the Academy had his own face, softening his gaze.
"A vow to the gods of business," he said.
God, who runs the world's oldest business, of selling spring. Whoever gets a job in a whorehouse must take an oath before sitting on a chick stand.
"Treat any guest in uninterrupted fashion"
"Follow your abilities and judgments to entertain what you think is best"
"Comply with customer secrets, regardless of content"
There are a few, but these will be well known.
The Dean exhales loudly when he sees the blast bottoming sister who takes the lead.
The expression seemed unfortunate, but I could also see the respect for the exploding bottom sister.
(That's your three houses, you just said)
High ethics and unwavering pride in working with it. The authority on earth is less effective than it is an oath to God.
(This one has no choice but to make concessions)
Ask again, shrugging your shoulders.
"Which way did you come from, and how about that?
Just the direction, the dean of the college who pleads so.
Explosion Bottom Sister remembers pillow talk with Tauro.
"On the west side, I hear you did come from Landburn."
This is the limit that can be answered. That's what I'm thinking, but it seems plausible.
"... Landburn"
Everyone sighed at the place name.
That's already imperial territory. It's not an easy place to get your hands on.
"Don't you get it anymore? Don't you have it yet?"
Explosion Bottom Sister thinks.
Again, a great battle multiplied by Ambrosia.
(I can't! Absolutely not)
If you don't bet on something, if it's just a touch as a guest, it's okay.
But no serious battles.
If I do that, I may never come back to earth again.
"... it seems difficult to get it."
Exploding dressed bottom sister holding her own shoulder and trembling herself with a red face.
To that appearance, the College Director exhaled deeply again.
Exploded Bottom Sister takes a few deep breaths, calms her feelings and then opens her mouth.
"There are still a few ingredients left. Perhaps one more experiment is possible."
Everyone skipped sight of the words.
"One more time"
Someone whines and someone else swallows the spit.
"I was selfish of myself and wasted precious ingredients. But I really wanted to test my powers."
An explosion with his head down. To the bottom sister, Termano shakes his face quietly to the left and right.
"No, that ingredient is something I wouldn't have gotten had it not been for you. I don't need to get sick of what I used to do my own research."
Explosion Bottom Sister puts in a strong willingness and stares at the professor.
"Professor. I have a favor to ask. Could you do the following experiment?"
In the stirring surroundings, Termano quietly stares back at the exploding bottom sister.
"Originally, for the last time, I was going to ask the professor. Whether this morning's experiment succeeds or fails."
With a strong eye, Termano smiles slightly at his mouth and nods.
"It's an honor for you to choose. Let me do my best."
And carry on the word.
"However, I have never dealt with Ambrosia. Your experience is essential. Can you give me a hand?
"Happy if I may"
It was thus decided that a final experiment would be conducted under the direction of the professor.
Do some research and plan an experiment. The professor, who said so, takes the students, his disciples, and leaps out.
And later.
In an experiment conducted after thorough preparatory work, Professor Termano succeeded in creating a Triple B, undisturbed elixir in small quantities.
Presented under the name of Dean of the Royal School of Magic, this report.
The names of Professor Termano and the Exploding Bottom Sister were noted side by side.
Kingdom Merchant Guild Headquarters.
At the buying counter on that ground floor, a man with cheeks crumbles.
"Mr. Tauro, I hear Mr. Termano has completed Elixir."
Dark neighborhood under your eyes. He doesn't sleep well and doesn't have an appetite.
It is the appearance of an old man with an unusual strong side.
"Are you Elixir"
I remember that crooked man.
He was definitely the one who interrupted from behind and showed off his C-rank potion when he was talking to a strong old man like this.
"It's Triple B, isn't it"
Honestly, I think it's amazing.
Until then, the C-rank is the best. That's now the B-rank, which is also a potion that combines three types: injury treatment, disease treatment, and state abnormality recovery.
Although I am lent the root magic "Acacic Magic" from the mysterious stone statue, I can't do it either. If it's a B-rank product, I can make six a day.
"The strange thing is who is named after Master Termano in the same row. I'm talking about a student."
An old man with a strong neck twist.
The name of the student I heard sounded familiar.
(Sure, the exploding bottom sister, that's what it should have been called)
Apparently, the strong old man doesn't remember. We went to the Sacred Capital together.
(But not with Elixir)
After raising his name in a divine match, the exploding bottom sister made money from the nomination to kill and expensive chips.
I hear you're pouring all that into your research funding at the School of Magic.
(You've borne fruit. Congratulations)
Nevertheless, the professor and the student have a joint name and so on.
That's the number one super-class whorehouse. Anyone who can is different no matter what they make you do. I guess the basic specs are high.
Chief, please take this.
I'll put a potion bottle with dark green liquid on the counter.
"Oh, is that an addition? It's a D-rank state disorder medication."
I just finished paying the potion, and I'll get the bottle to stop the deposit process.
"It's not delivery. It's a gift for the chief. Drink on this occasion."
An old man on the strong side who doesn't know what it means and sees me with a half-open mouth.
Dark-eyed neighborhood on a ragged cheek. That sounds like someone who used bad medicine all the time.
"You're not feeling well, are you? I don't know if it works but give it a try"
In fact, there is no guarantee.
It helped to unbrainwash, but I don't know if I can even heal my heart.
"It's a treat from me to the chief who always takes care of me. As a receptionist, the neighborhood will be bad."
A strong old man with a broken expression and tears on the edge of his eyes.
After thanking him, he opened the lid and mouthed the potion. I can feel the way magic travels all over my body, even if I haven't activated the demon eye.
"... my body and mind feel lighter"
A strong old man exhaling from the back of his lungs.
I took the finished potion bottle and looked in my hand.
"D-rank potion. I started using it for myself, but it's amazing."
I've nodded many times.
If there was nothing to cure, I wouldn't have felt handy drinking it. The fact that such feelings emerge would be evidence that it helped to treat them.
(You're all right now)
She also has a better complexion to look at. The neighborhood under my eyes was also much thinner.
One more push and you won't be having nightmares.
"After work, why don't you come with me to the whorehouse? Actually, I got a free ticket."
An old man with a strong side who can't keep up with the story and rounds his eyes. Watch it, fold it up.
"It's not an idol, but it's full of young kids. Fine. Oh."
I also had a lot of hard feelings at the celebrity beauty tea bowl. The heartache of an old man on the strong side, I know very well.
The desire to go and reluctance. Look at those two intersecting faces and add more.
"If you two don't go, you can't use this voucher, can you? I'm in trouble even though the deadline is near."
In this one word, the strong old man fell.
"We'd love to be with you"
Then half a day later, I show my face to the Merchant Guild before the sun sets.
The strong old man who made it No Overtime Day was ready.
I am even more bloody than I saw before noon.
(My body is fine now. And then there's the heart)
We left the building and crossed the square towards sunset. Head to Sione on the boulevard of the pleasure district.
You didn't think I was going to one of your three houses. Strong old man, standing in front of the store.
"Yes, yes, the entrance will disturb you, so let's go inside."
Press your back, into the store.
I'm blessed with income, so I don't have to worry about it. But advanced whorehouses are expensive for the average person.
And this is your three houses. It is a superior store.
In a family-owned penny old man, you can't put it in your own purse first. It would also be natural for my legs to stop.
"I've been waiting for you"
A concierge greeted with a smile.
I told the strong old man.
"With free vouchers, you can't choose who they are. I just pay to play, but I have my own drinks. And we don't need chips for them."
Then go. Say so, push your back further.
The strong-sided old man, who fluttered and came in front of the reception, was surrounded by three beautiful girls and climbed straight up the stairs.
"Okay, please pay."
I stopped by myself, three new beautiful girls.
Watch it, hang your guild card.
"As for the two of you, please give me the forehead of the six sidelines."
There are no free vouchers.
I left the Merchant Alliance before noon, and I came to Sione to meet with the concierge.
"Sorry about the rush."
"No, even here, as much as I appreciate it"
Concierge returning guild cards with a smile.
"As the bowl of parents and children flourished, they didn't have a mother to deal with, because they were snuggled up."
Yes, it is.
Even though they are beautiful girls, not all mothers can meet the standards of a whorehouse.
Besides, this is your three houses. You can't get a badge unless you have a class where you can make the most of it in other stores.
"Some stores serve bogus bowls of parents and children, but that's only for junior stores. Some of them have been exposed, lost their trust, and folded up their shops."
Oh, boy, that's the look.
"By the way, Master Tauro, have you noticed anything?
It is a meaningful laugh.
Again, I looked around at the beautiful girls and raised my voice unexpectedly.
Similar.
"Three Sisters Bowl. This is a thank you menu from our store to Tauro."
There were no words.
There is no limit to what people call creativity.
I did come up with the idea for a bowl of parents and children. But from there, as the grass of summer grows, it stretches around.
And it brought new fruit to fruition.
(already totally, it's theirs)
When it comes to bowls, my role is over.
I'm a little lonely, but it brings more satisfaction and achievement to me.
"Uncle, hurry up"
"Excuse me, sir."
Three women pulling my sleeves. It must have been my eldest daughter who stumbled upon it.
And the second daughter, looking a little twisted and illuminated.
"Yes, yes, yes."
I turn my hand to the three sisters with a sloppy loose face and go up the stairs.
And a few hours later.
When I got home, I told my relatives how touched I was by the bowl of three sisters.
"After all, my oldest daughter is the point. A well-cared for sister of the well-behaved. The other two are different in excitement depending on when you're going to take her out"
Dangolow is intrigued. That's right, General, you must be interested in the fight.
"This time, the three of you massaged me, but every time my second daughter or three girls made a minor mistake, I made my sister take the blame."
A sister who tenses her body to handle her sister's untimely behavior.
I was excited, but your sister was burning up more than that. Therefore, it is easy to score goals.
"If you knocked me down, you'd shake me up and make me take responsibility, my sisters would be desperate already."
It gets hot even when I remember.
"I'll do anything, I'll forgive your sister, and she'll really do anything."
In the second half, I was entertained by a devoted second and third daughter from the bottom of my heart.
I also wonder if it's a little too much to have developed behind my second daughter.
"But I didn't blame you, and I'm glad"
And then there will be two and one, working out the operation for the final showdown to come, the battle with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei.
The day isn't set yet, but it shouldn't be that far.
"No, it's not good back there. You'll be banned from going in and out again."
I smile and respond to Dangolow's suggestion.
Honestly, it's not very helpful. But I enjoy the time we're having this conversation.
"Rotating moves."
Imosuke clicks around the floor.
It was such a scene of the Dying Regiment executive meeting.