A royal castle stretches north of the central square of Wangdu. Further north is the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom.
A heavy, boneless building made of honey-colored stone. The girl with the ponytail on her face walked down the hallway.
Go up the stairs and knock on your boss's office door. When you enter with permission, give the mechanic the requested documents.
"… Class B is completed in a row or earlier than planned"
A muscular young man who weighs on the back of a chair, bends a single eyebrow and looks at the paperwork. He is Cornell, the man who made him the boss of Ponytail and has two names in the Hanayo world: 'Skewered Whirlwind'.
"Excuse me. May I ask you something?
Ponytail spoke out when he saw that he had placed the documents in his hand on his desk.
My boss doesn't look busy right now. Perhaps some chatter would be forgiven, or so I thought.
The prediction hit, and Cornell nodded the question.
"Are the knights of the Merchant Alliance strong?
After hearing from the old adventurers, I couldn't help but wonder.
"Thanks to the Merchant Guild Knight, the streets are safer"
This voice, overflowing with alleys, must also admit ponytails. But she saw the cause as the laziness of her predecessor.
(In that regard, he would work fine)
A classmate of the former School of Pilots. And in the whorehouse where I was part-time, the man who went ravaged when I nominated him scattered.
Ponytail thinks of his face as he frowns at his roots.
"A knight is to fight a mighty enemy. This is a serious attempt on the part of a true pilot, such as defeating a weak enemy."
This is the pilot's pride. But he doesn't even care about that.
Even a small warcraft would chase around with a knight with a temper. It is a sight that would make me want to flatter my face if I saw it, but it is also true that it helped to keep the streets safe.
(Well, the Merchant Guild knights, it's their job to keep the streets safe)
A ponytail that convinces itself that there is no choice.
Weak and numerous warcraft are defeated by civilian knights. And powerful warcraft and knights of other nations are dealt with by the Knights of the Kingdom.
There is character and role for each Knights. That's what I've thought up until now, but if the old men of the former adventurers are right, they're coming different.
(Giant turtle in the eastern lake, about that would still be fine. But suppose you also defeated the Heavy Stone Golem)
You will be stronger than the average knights in the elite Knights of the Kingdom.
(Impossible)
While I think so, I can't forbid anxiety. Drink your spit and wait for Cornell to reply.
But the answer was very light.
"What are you talking about? You."
Cornell turns his neck with a ragged look and makes a cockroach noise.
"It will be decided strongly. In my B, I'm not very good at it, but I'm not dealing with it. You're not allowed to come near me, you're shot and shredded and done."
Eyes wide open, reflectively ponytail returns words.
"It's an old knight, isn't it? You can't be stronger than the cutting-edge knight!
Cornell pulls a vertical crease between his eyebrows and shakes his head to the left and right. And I told him in a tone that didn't seem interesting.
"Just because it's old doesn't mean it's weak. It's how we use it, how we fight it."
A ponytail with a look that you don't seem convinced of. Look at that. Cornell exhales.
"You wouldn't have won a lot in pilots' school, would you? Even though the performance of the golem I was manipulating was the same."
Ponytail bites his lips and looks down.
(cowards who keep avoiding melee fights and aim to win judgment)
If you say that, you will definitely be reprimanded. And I've been in action and figured out the advantages of that fight.
Range and unilaterally knock the attack in. And if magic diminishes, you abandon the battle and run.
The knight has not been damaged, so as soon as the magic returns, he returns to the battlefield.
(What an unpleasant way to fight)
From his opponent, he is neither a strong nor a difficult enemy. It's a nasty enemy.
Exactly the same as when you were relative in a whorehouse. I have been attacking my weaknesses all the time.
(Ugh)
Apart from consciousness, the body reacts. But I don't recognize ponytail consciousness.
Cornell shrugs her shoulders and exhales when she sees her nagging inner crotch.
"I can't help but like or dislike the way we fight. But just admit you're strong. Otherwise, you'll be wrong."
Like the previous Knights. and groans only in his mouth, continuing his words.
"It's not just class B. Depending on the terms, I can't win. Even on the Vikings."
No way, ponytail made the look. Next, you must be kidding, review Cornell.
But the face of a muscular, slightly buzzy young man, was not laughing at all.
(You're lying, if you call a two-dagger king (Viking), you're a class A knight. Besides, it was a royal rider!
His previous name was Royal Blue (Royal Blue), and he was the second prince on board.
"Think for yourself later, that's all."
That's what I said, Cornell reaching for the paperwork again. It was a ponytail staring at the figure with a sense of flattery.
Ponytails returning from a frequent state of self-loss arrive in a large room called the Pilot's Stuff.
The pilots put their desks here, do paperwork, etc.
"Where have you been?
Ponytail with arms together and neck tilted. Standing is in front of the island where she and her people gathered their desks and made them.
No one is here now. There were just four drinkable coffee cups.
(While you were upstairs, did you make a mistake?
I have an amazing look on my face and sit in my seat without fitting. Then he started checking the circulation boards and other things placed on his desk.
It's something that was put away while I was gone, and there's quite a few of them.
(confetti?)
The ponytail, which finished looking at the whole thing and placed it in the seat of the undisclosed, notices the confectionery box. I opened it and there was a line of wheat biscuits.
After moving her body in training, she is a mid-teenage girl. I can't help but want to eat it if I see it.
(... you can take a short break, right?)
He stood in the chair and headed to the corner of the room to make his own coffee.
(And you're too late.)
Look at the watch on the wall while carrying a nutty biscuit to your mouth. The time is evening, and it's time to go up in a little while.
Put yourself down, there won't be an emergency mission.
The knight is a person-shaped golem with a total height of eighteen meters. If you got out of the hangar, you can't possibly not know.
(People around me say they don't know where they went)
Exhale small and drink out the rest of the coffee.
Shall we do paperwork in the remaining time? That's what I thought. When I put the cup down, an urge ran.
(Ugh)
It's been a common urge lately, but thanks. This one is huge. Re-examine the time with your eyebrow roots and your upper eyes as you lay on your desk.
A little early, but you'll be okay to go home. Anyway, it's the dormitories on the property that live there.
With a call, we can rush right to it.
(I need to go back to my room and do some processing)
He went to the dorm, sweating on his forehead.
It's a few minutes walk away, the pilot's dorm. The room is spacious and the walls are thick, just where the high pay pickup lives.
In the bedroom next to the living room, a ponytail girl had been pushing her voice to death and self-handling since earlier.
That's crazy.
The revolution of one's mind does not go up. It feels like the restrictions are hanging.
What's going on?
This has never happened before. I frown at the root of my eyebrows and groan in bitterness as I float a ball of sweat on my forehead.
The confectionery spoken by Ponytail is a liturgical sacred capital souvenir. It is a blessed product of the God of commerce.
"I feel elevated, I want heterosexuality"
This is what works, but that's the temple of the god of commerce. Careful consideration had been given so that it could not be healed unless it was heterosexual.
(It's that biscuit, I'm sure it's because of that. Something I've heard about that I can't do myself)
The standout is right. What Ponytail said, by the way, was the lower end of the line.
It wasn't a hit, like the old man the former adventurer ate. I guess that's why I'm done with this.
(No more, limit. This is gonna freak me out.)
Resolute ponytail. Grab your ID and wallet replacement Knights card and exit the dorm to the pleasure district.
Of course, to go buy a man.
A ponytail girl walks refreshingly through the city on a winter night, lighting her body.
The aim is an intermediate whorehouse for women. Basically, her sense of money remains poor, but today she decided to be excited.
(If you don't take a big breath around here, you'll get in the way of business.)
The urge to strike again and again like a wave was a source of concern.
A teenager girl enters a whorehouse to buy a man. Because the store is intermediate, it is the light of envy that dwells in the eyes of those who see it.
The economic and time leeway that you can play in an intermediate whorehouse at this young age. Because they have shown it.
(I've become a Knights pilot too, so I need to dress up like this)
A ponytail with a crowded chest in the gaze directed at the flicker. If you look for something similar, you'll be close to when you're riding around a luxury sports car.
Playing in a whorehouse is a noble hobby for gentlemen and ladies. It's a social status.
And two hours later, Ponytail sat on the sofa in the lobby, looking down in a dark, invigorating manner.
Though we tried to nominate each other and play with each other, we didn't think it would be so good.
"Um, customer, was it also some kind of crude phase?
Horrible voice, aunt concierge. From the atmosphere, it is clear that the ponytail is not satisfied.
With Ponytail in possession of the Knights card, he is certainly a highly socialized figure.
I couldn't leave it like this for this store, which boasts an intermediate level.
"Oh, no, that's not why."
Ponytails that perceive and panic the aunt concierge is afraid of. I forcefully theorized that the man who dealt with me was well-dressed, gentle, and good.
Hearing the words, Aunt Concierge lowers her breasts.
(The customer's atmosphere was dark because either the type of man or the style of play didn't fit)
To match the height of her gaze on the sofa ponytail, the aunt concierge kneels one knee on the carpet.
And I started asking a few questions to find out what the customers preferred.
"… Sir, that's a bit"
The aunt concierge, finished listening, mouths with a mixed voice of surprise and shame. The fact that her mouth wasn't shut off even after I finished saying it was a true indication of her psychological state.
The cause lies in the request that Ponytail told Boso, very far away.
'I don't care about appearance age. Just ask me to be like Doctor Slime'
To sum up, it was like this.
"May I, sir? When it comes to Doctor Slime, he is also known as the treasure of the Hanayawa world."
With a serious look, an aunt concierge who started explaining. Ponytail is barometric in its appearance and nods without words.
"Although I would buy it, I unfortunately haven't heard about it being sold. Suppose Doctor Slime declares he's going to sell it."
Aunt Concierge with her face close and glaring at her girallies.
"The rights will hang in the auction. The price is literally blue ceiling, I can't imagine"
Although I have part-time experience in junior whorehouses, ponytails that fall in love with the Hanayagi kingdom cannot harden into surprise.
You're lying.
I'd like to think so, but to see the aunt concierge atmosphere in front of me, I didn't think it was bullshit or a joke.
"... Oh really?"
It is best to reply while drawing attention to your face. In fact, this aunt concierge is right.
"I don't care how much money you pile up, I want you to deal with them"
There are numerous women who wish that way. The cause would be the 'doctor' part of the doctor slime.
"After being held, the disease can heal"
It was so widely believed. And this is also true.
If the magic usage of the F-rank or E-rank is still present, hang it on the woman while playing.
"It's a waste because I can't carry it past the date"
This is all I have on Tauro's head. In the first place, you don't have the eyesight to spot your opponent's physical condition.
If you feel hooked after activation, you just think, 'Oh, that was bad somewhere'.
Because of its characteristics, it would be helpless to have a large number of elderly people in the hopeful. They don't waste money desiring to be healthy.
(Was he that awesome? That guy)
Ponytails remain stunned by the answers I hadn't imagined. It is repentance that sprang up in my heart after a few moments.
(Not just as a pilot. Even in the Hanayo Realm, he goes over me)
Compared to myself, who was a junior whorehouse stop, his reputation is more than the sideline of the finest whorehouse.
So to the ponytail, one flash ran.
(I figured I'd byte)
The concierge here says there are a lot of women after him. And I don't know if that's possible.
But I had an anticipation.
(He enjoys messing with me)
The beauty and charm of women working in intermediate and advanced whorehouses. That's just same-sex, I know it hurts.
But still, he kept nominating himself.
The reason for this would definitely be 'former classmates who were hanging out'.
(Then if you know I'm back, you'll show up)
Fighting spirit from the core of your body and a hot flame that is more than fighting spirit burns up, although you don't acknowledge ponytails.
(Me in the Knights and that guy in the Merchant Guild. I don't get to make knightly arrangements)
Even if it did, if they fought that nasty way, they'd lose judgment.
But I think.
(If you're fighting in a whorehouse, you have every chance. Besides, there's no such thing as a long distance fight. Always a melee)
Though he keeps losing tightly, he doesn't think he has a chance to win. While I was layering my skin, I felt a response.
It reminds me of a pitiful scream that I was raising under me.
(Chance! Now!
Yes, I am sure of the victory and have released a finish blow. Like when he went through a pity and shouted out loud.
(I tried to stab a stop, but they matched the counter well)
Full-bodied butt swing from a posture spanning above. But the other sword tip went first, piercing his steeple.
I remember that time, my abs tremble unconsciously with burrs.
(At that time, I was in too much of a hurry to fight. Just calm down and you'll be fine, next time you win)
I can't really admit it, the way he fought as a pilot. Besides, he didn't allow his natural defeat to remain without doing anything.
(Fight and win! I'm gonna crawl him on the bed first)
A ponytail holding his fist and somehow shaking a flame in his eyes. Aunt Concierge, who saw the figure, tilted her neck small.
I never dreamed that the girl in front of me was thinking about "Overthrowing Doctor Slime." If I'd known, I'd have been more frightened than I was earlier.
The kind of 'believable mind' that Ponytail possesses was a thing of the past with his youth.
Hurry up for goodness.
On the leg of leaving the store, Ponytail is the store where he used to work, 'Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! Go to'.
You arrive only a short walk away. I miss the idle colored signs and pop letters.
"Please let me work again, please"
Ponytail with head down. Grandpa Concierge, who saw a bunch of shaky hair in the back of his head, doesn't look good.
Ponytails were extremely unpopular when it came to fighting with customers.
If that customer hadn't kept nominating him, he wouldn't have even earned a fixed salary. At that time, the dismissal was also in view.
Exhale small and shrug your shoulders, Grandpa.
(Do you accept this place to work for active students at the Pilot's School?)
Tight skirt crisp pilots school uniforms are popular with many customers.
I also don't like to say no poorly and get bad rumors running through my juniors.
(Plus, if you let that customer know, he'll nominate you again)
The only man who once acclaimed her as' toothpicking and irritating taste 'and continued to nominate her.
Give it a toothless grandpa concierge and it feels like you've already left the other side of your memory.
"Thank you!
A ponytail that gets an understanding and a full grin.
Thus she is a junior whorehouse, 'a specialist in uniforms. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer!' He returned to