Located in the southeastern part of the Empire, the regional city of Landburn.
Just recently completed, brand new Knights stuffing. At the corner, there were three men.
"Elves have high pride, Lord Reaper said so"
What I said was a big man dressed in a pilot's uniform. A magnificent figure with white hair, but whose body is armored by thick muscles.
"If you break that high nose first, all you can ask is falsehood."
Ahead looking down in arms, a man in a pyjama rolled down to the floor. He has his arms tied behind his back and his mouth covered with monkeys.
What stands out is a long, sharp ear. The fine face had a nostril, and walking through the city would have glimpsed the woman's eyes.
"So you're sealing your mouth"
Answered with a convincing look was a thirty tangled man with the Rose Knights badge on his chest. He has a slightly lower, disappointed physique and is wearing a short beard.
"That's right. I don't care if you hear lies or anything, you're just confused."
At the end of the boot, Uncle Rosehip gently pokes the elf's jaw. Returned was a hostile and intense gaze.
(Don't you have good eyes)
Take that, the inside of your trousers adds hardness. But the elf hasn't noticed.
The grey-haired big man held his desire in great exhalation as he loosened one side of his face.
(You can't just enjoy yourself. I'm here today to get my men some experience)
Raising a subordinate is also a duty above. I'll put up with you for that.
Because subordinate growth strengthens the Rose Knights themselves. And it's also your own power, the Knights Commander.
"Well, your rose already serves one. I'm not ashamed to show it to anyone."
"It's all under your guidance."
Uncle Rosehip nods, looking at the pilot in front of him.
A man who used to be in the kingdom, escorting a second prince. After defeat rape, he became part of the Rose Knights.
(That's the ex-A class ride, you just said)
A newcomer, but his strength is one thing out of the head more than the others. It's a promising stock that Uncle Rosehip expects to grow most now.
"But how about a sword? Haven't you ever waved at a girl before?
subordinates who accept and make themselves smaller to be ashamed of. To the appearance, he shook the head of the short gray hair wide to the left and right.
"Then you can't. Swords can only be forged for Masayama. You can't be a true pilot if you don't feel like spilling a blade."
Take a step and put your hands on your men's trousers from the front. He softened his tone and talked as he raised it at his fingertips from below.
"You don't have to look down. If you don't have experience, it's just a matter of piling up. Let's do that opportunity today."
Saying, grind your meaty hands wide. The raised middle finger reaches the back.
My men looked up as they groaned, ready to go.
"All right, sit in the chair. I'll carry the elves."
A man who loosened his belt and took off all of his underneath. Lower your back in the chair as you tremble your own sword into anticipation.
He seems to prefer two-handed swords, and sizes are quite something. Two fists are loose.
Next door, Uncle Rosehip grabbed the hem of the elf's trousers and was pulling them up upside down.
"Adjust your position."
Standing box for sale, used when selling lunches at the station. In such a way, Uncle Rosehip is holding the elf back from the front.
Seeing the elf's skinny ass floating in front of him, his men grabbed and guided both sides of it.
"This position."
Having set a docking point, he told his boss.
"Okay."
Uncle Rosehip, who quietly unloads his stuff and goes. Finally, when resistance increases, force is exerted to push the painting into the wall.
"Eh!"
Leaks sharply from the back of the monkey, screams the elf man.
It punctuates the minds of its subordinates and increases the hardness of its sword. As a result, the sharpness was increased, making the merger easier.
"Look, I'm gonna change the angle a little bit."
Uncle Rosehip tilts the body of the elf man twisting his corpse backwards with strength.
"Around here...... All right, here it is."
Pushing around, smiling Uncle Rosehip. To keep an eye on, the elf groin.
There it is, like a lying Pinocchio nose. It's not much around the torso, but it's unlikely to be human.
"Huh?"
Why not! I guess that's what the elves want to say. He moves his eyes underneath his own abdomen with an incredible look.
The reason is the men behind it.
His nose stretched out independently of his will because his sword decided the part he should not push.
"Don't worry, I told you I'd fold it, but I won't do anything like that."
While pouring a hot gaze, I talk to myself.
"Lately, it was just a pile. Sometimes when you don't use a rose, rust floats."
Laughing, Uncle Rosehip turned to the elf man, a big, muscular dirty ass.
"So, do you want it? Ugh!"
With temper, swallow Pinocchio's nose. At about a third of the time he was buried, Uncle Rosehip's movements stopped once.
"I didn't know you wouldn't go half way in a breath. Elves, you can be proud."
Rosehip uncle exhales roughly as he sweats on his forehead.
It's as if the old man with the Ibo hemorrhoids is in the mood in the toilet.
"Muoo!"
And at the next moment, I swallowed Pinocchio's nose, which kept lying and stretching out to its limits, all at once to its roots.
"... come on, I'll give you the timing"
Rosehip uncle looking back as he floats a bead of sweat on his forehead.
My men nod mainly, with a tranced look.
And they matched Uncle Rosehip's hanging voice, and moved up and down and back.
"Wasse! Wasse!
Already, the elves caught between them had peeled off their white eyes.
But you two don't stop. The movement continued until it was completely satisfied.
"A little skinny, but elves are pretty good, too."
Nice sweaty, Rosehip uncle with the vibe. Now he stands up and wipes his forehead with a towel.
The weight type of muscle clogged is his preference. An elf falling on a floorboard lettering comes off in that respect.
But still, that length was fresh.
"I have had a good experience myself"
The towel was offered to my men.
Until now, it's been all about "Tank" as a wall player. In this case, however, it seems that he was able to take a step forward as an attacker.
"Hmm. The Rose Knights must be attacked and defended together. I'm counting on you. Brush your sword."
A former class A rider's man, who gleams and snorts his face.
(Roses are impeccable already. If your sword improves, you can be top notch)
Looking back at the flag of the Rose Knights, raised on the wall. There was a large ring of roses and a great sword, painted with stunning embroidery.
The next day, Borderline Bob receives a report on the results of the interrogation.
Uncle Rosehip standing in front of me, how sorry he looks.
"That's it, thank you. It's magical. It's like it's locked in your heart."
I can't seem to get any eye-catching information.
Uncle Rosehip left the room with his little men. Waiting for the door to close completely, Uncle Borderline turns his attention to the next handle beard.
"Is it true what we're talking about now?
The voice is somewhat suspicious.
Didn't Uncle Rosehip destroy the prisoner's heart with his absurdity? That's how he questioned it.
"Even in the magician's view, we have the same results. I was wondering if you could trust me this time."
A handle beard that doesn't want to go too deep.
Uncle Borderline snorted at his shoulder.
The stage moves east from Landburn to a super luxury whorehouse in Wangdu's pleasure district.
The name of the store is Jaanne. Now in front of that doorway, there was a figure of two men getting out of a golem carriage.
"I don't really like this kind of place."
A skinny, middle-aged man leaks a baffled voice out of his big, bent mouth.
The romance grey gentleman, who stood down with him, slaps that back gently with a laugh.
"That's good. Today is a celebration of Elixir manufacturing success. I couldn't do it in a mess."
He is the Dean of the College of Royal School of Magic and the Professor Termano.
The disturbance caused by Elixir's completion was settling over time.
"Hmm? Or would a bowl of parents and children have been better?
The Dean of the College is strangely convinced that it was that way.
Termano looked at it and exhaled loudly as he shook his head left and right.
"Don't look like that. You don't want to waste her attention, either, do you?
She is one of the students who teaches Termano. He is also one of those who brought Ambrosia and co-created Elixir.
Also at the same time, he worked at the apex of Jaanne.
"The head of your three families is going to recommend it to my mentor. This is a hard time in your life, isn't it?
The college director's voice is playing at all times. I guess I'm really looking forward to it.
By the way, the exploding bottom sister herself is still buried in an appointment.
"If you're standing in the front door, it'll get in the way of the other guests. Let's go into the store anyway."
Just because you can't wait, the Dean of the College pushes Termano into the store.
I stepped inside in a way that was pushed but still didn't feel comfortable.
(Whew)
A crooked middle-aged man with a mouth who looks around the store and leaks an impressed voice from his crooked mouth.
Lobby conditioners are all luxury items. But it's only Hua Mi, and it brings the whole indoor together elegantly.
That's one of Wangdu's best whorehouses.
Step on a soft carpet with long hairy feet with a subtle eye for the surrounding area.
A dignified gentleman showed up in front of them as far as the lobby was concerned.
"I've been waiting for you, please come this way"
By means of a concierge, it is passed into the reception room in the back, not in the lobby.
Something happened and the surrounding guests turned their eyes round and stared at them.
(No, this is)
I am aware of it as an unpleasant part, but Termano likes to be treated special. It inspires self-esteem and good looks and makes me feel very good.
Nature and spine stretch and jaw rise as well.
"You don't have to worry about me."
I accidentally spoke to the concierge.
Besides, the voice volume is bigger than usual. That is what my heart made me want to hear.
You don't grow up with me.
I think so, but it won't do anything.
Sigh not to be noticed on the back of the college director as he falls into a bit of self-loathing.
"I'll be here shortly."
Upon arrival in the reception room, the concierge bows his head and disappears.
Indoors are sofas and tables as stunning as the lobby.
And a tea set, like a piece of art, was making the aroma of tea stand up.
(Hi, I'm not comfortable)
Horizontal to the Dean of the College, who savours a magnificent cup of tea, Termano's shaking of poverty never stops.
After nervously hiking his cheek a few times, he rises off the couch.
"Hey, I'm going to go wash my hands."
He went out into the hallway after a snorting college director.
The stage then moves from the reception room on the ground floor of Jaanne to the employee's desk a little back.
Compared to the reception room, there was an old man sitting on a mostly qualitative sofa with an indelible thirty ways.
(Mr. Cool, is it late today?)
I look at the confectionery fold I put in front of me, and I think to myself.
This previous mysterious raid by a pair of men and women. I came to thank you for your help in repelling it.
Later play with Teaching Light Patrol Sensei. I apologize for your support, but I lost.
(This seems to have quite a name, so I think you'd be happy.)
It is a famous confectionery shop baked confectionery in a regional city in the north of the kingdom.
Very popular and difficult to get in Wang Du.
(Even I thought it was good for a man, even more so for a woman)
Reminds me of my conceited pastry chef father's face.
When I complimented him on his taste, he cracked his nose and started describing "Aged Fruit Pound Cake".
'The aroma of strong alcohol has been applied over several months. If it weren't for this cold climate, you wouldn't be able to make flavors.'
Indeed, the alcoholic odor coming out of your mouth into your nose is quite something.
A grown woman, Mr. Cool, would look good in a rush.
(If it's true, I guess the first thing is better than a treat)
Phantom in the Dying Regiment, Mr. Cool, who is also 'First Food (Unicorn)'. As its name suggests, her favorite is inexperienced.
Freshness for the boy, mature depth and tannins for the elderly. She finds value only in her taste as a first product, not via Old and Young Beauty Ugly.
I'd say advanced and true enthusiast.
(I'm not really there, this is it)
Me and Mr. Cool have a lot of knowledge and scope of action. The first thing in that range is hunted down by her.
(... out of time. Do you want to go home with the message "By Thing"?
In fact, after this, we plan to have a 'Magic Girl War' in Cornell and Sione.
We needed his help to intercept the amazing historical magic girls.
(I was once a magic girl, my mother and sister. And of the active magic girl, her and her friends)
Though I don't like Doctor Slime, defeat is imperative on my own.
I want to leave at least one, if I can, to the two of you.
(I'm sure it suits Mr. Cornell's taste)
Wife forced to push herself into the magic girl's costume. Imagine that thick makeup, and I snort.
I'm not going to be late.
It's too lame that I'm late for inviting you. Assuming we were at war on time, Cornell would be crushed.
I took a seat and asked the apprentice concierge to leave the store.
Perspective returns to Termano, the curved middle-aged man of his mouth.
I got a little lost, but I did my little job safely.
(Jeez)
Termano bends his inclined mouth even louder.
Actually, he hasn't had any female experience yet. I've been to a whorehouse, but I've never done it.
I couldn't take the last step and ended up having a conversation with a woman.
(What to do today)
Pretty heavy.
With each age, the hurdle of cumming out 'it's the first time' is up.
(Hmm? Wasn't it this way?)
He got lost because he walked worried.
Though I don't think so, I'll open the door that was nearby.
(Similar)
I have a reception set on the couch that says table, but it was a lot more qualitative than the earlier room.
(... killing time here might be a good idea)
From that look on, the Dean of the Academy will play without waiting for himself.
Then I can go back and play with the woman.
(Do you?)
It's a painful plan from the edge, but Termano decided to adopt it.
Step into an unmanned room and sit back on the couch. So it's on the table, I notice the confectionery fold.
(Oh, the pattern on this box, this is that store)
Proud of his sweetheart, he is familiar with this hand.
A famous confectionery shop in a regional city in the north of the kingdom. Products there are hard to come by in Wangdu.
I can't resist my interest and take the lid off.
(Aged cake)
It is one of his favorites.
Individually packaged, square confectionery. Yellow fabric was tightly packed with dried fruit.
Unexpectedly, my throat becomes gory.
(... Hey, let me taste it)
If I can blame you, I'll apologize. You may make amends with money. With that in mind, I have one.
When I unpack and take a bite, the aromatic brandy aroma in my mouth spreads across the dried fruit flavor.
The aftertaste butter also left a moderate weight on the tongue.
(I see. Rumor has it, this is pretty good)
A termano that narrows your eyes by surprise. At that time, the door opens diagonally backwards.
He reacts with a victory and looks back with one cheek swollen.
(This is beautiful)
It was a young woman standing at the door. The neat aesthetic and even proportions reminded Termano of the statue of the goddess.
On the other hand, women also remember mild confusion. I was indoors because I was unfamiliar.
(Is this man a customer?
A lean middle-aged man sitting on a sofa with an eating treat in his hand. The clothes I was wearing were well tailored and thought to be tight for going out.
It would be normal to see it as a customer. But Mr. Cool tilts his neck gently as he stands.
(But weird. Whatever the reception room is, this is the employee's desk)
No outsiders should be allowed in unless there is more to it.
If it's not a concierge, you won't get through first. Like a leader, for example.
Speaking of which, the chief told me earlier.
A piece of paper I received from an apprentice concierge, I'll open it.
'I'll leave you a souvenir in the pantry. Eat if you like.'
Mr. Cool looks indoors silently after looking through.
At the tip of its nose, it has a mature, aromatic aroma.
(Oh, this scent)
Sung, and snort, taste deeply with your nose, throat, and lungs. And I understood.
(... I see, that's the chief. You understand)
I have a good boss, I sincerely think so.
And unconsciously, my eyes narrowed swooshly.
(Excellent souvenir. Quickly, let's have it)
In the back hand, unlock the door.
To the sound of gachali, the skinny middle-aged man gave a bewildered look.
Swallow the cake diligently and start saying words of apology in retreat.
"You don't have to worry about it. Because I know."
Slightly tongue out, Mr. Cool licking his upper lip. Approaching with a flowing foothold, he pushes the termano down onto the couch.
"Become what?
I don't answer confused middle-aged men, Tops just take off the bottoms and go as they are. Mr. Cool's faceless expression collapsed when he slipped down the last inner.
What appeared there was the face of the devil distorted by joy.
(Again)
Strictly wrapped. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have noticed the scent leaking out.
Careful attention was paid and the sweet packaging began to be gently and carefully peeled.
"Ahhh."
One mouth first, enjoying a pitiful voice similar to a scream by ear.
(... what should I describe this as)
Aromatic aroma that spreads through the mouth. That goes through your throat and through your nose as you breathe.
Too thick, enough to paralyze my brain. He moves his tongue as he is obsessed, and drinks everything with saliva.
"Hiaaah!
Crouched loudly, the scent like a young leaf fills Mr. Cool. The freshness made her regain reason.
(I forgot what I did)
Delicious food is what you have to taste carefully. While reflecting, he releases his mouth and wakes up his upper body in a residual manner.
Look up, skinny middle-aged man's face. The diagonally inclined mouth was wide open, repeated shallow breaths.
(cute)
I smile unexpectedly.
Seeing a beautiful woman staring at this one on her belly, Termano understood. Feelings of small animals, devoured by the absolutely mighty.
Thus, a flavorfully aged dish aged for more than forty years was shaved to the bone marrow by the first meal (unicorn).