Just a few moments back in the midst of the battle between the brown hair thread that twinkles black underwear from the tight skirt and the red-haired three-knitted stick woman.
"There's shit!
It would be impossible for a brown hair thread to scream like that.
"Into the Great Battle, Pushing Most of the Cost of Living"
The Thunder Arrow was bounced by a round shield, even though it put magic into it with a feeling equal to it.
Dirty language, too, only if it's in the game. So I am not among the gentlemen and ladies sitting in the VIP table, such as those who care.
Except for one.
"... lamentable"
A loud voice was voiced by a gentleman with a Kaisel mustache in luxurious pilot costumes. He is the Knight Commander of the Knights of the Kingdom.
I frown on my worries, exhale small and carry on the words.
"No matter how familiar you are, you must not forget gratitude and respect"
Nearby guests frightened his expression because they knew he was a golden gastronomer, Gourmet of Gold.
I knew exactly what I was angry about.
(Something to keep quiet about.)
Poisoning in the heart will make you doubt your ears shortly afterwards.
"You're right. I've had a lot of trouble with young people these days."
Because an elderly man gave his consent.
The person sitting next to the Knights Commander saw the Plain Child King as a 'Cathabel storm', the school's leading knowledge instructor.
Today, the chief entertainer of the Knights was laid down by the headmaster.
"... each other, you have a hard time"
To unexpected affirmation, Kaisel beard losing words. When he returns after a few beats, he returns the tone with politeness.
"Be not disrespectful to your loved ones, who are rare."
That would be the reason.
As the head of the nation's martial arts, the Knights leader with a seat at your previous meeting. But what is really important is in a different world again.
"By the way, where did you get attracted?
A magnificent man in a pilot's costume who shifts his gaze from the match venue to the old instructor and makes inquiries. It must have been terrifying because I didn't want to be disappointed.
Previously, young female journalists who showed interest and came close were, in fact, bad ones who denied gold.
"This is a difficult question. This old bone, come on, I'm not studying enough."
Grandfather instructor who looks serious and puts his hand on his chin and shows his troubled sleigh. The Knights captain exhales softly in relief at that appearance.
By the way, although the conversation has been concluded, my grandfather doesn't have a preference for eating gold. I can't hear clearly because my ears are far away, I'm just returning them with 'more or less' and 'roughly'.
But there's no way the Knights Commander would know that. Unknowingly the voice plays to the joy of meeting the inhabitants of the same world.
"Everything from ingredient selection to cooking is done by a single cook. That's great, I think."
Now that he has begun to speak with passion, he is no longer the head of the Knights of the Kingdom. Here is one man who loves food. He is a golden gastronomer, Gourmet of Gold.
It would be cruel to blame it. I haven't had anyone to talk to for years.
"If you want to add more, go all the way to cooking tools instead of ingredients. Old enough, I don't know anything like this."
"I see. You'll learn."
Gourmet of Gold, a golden gastronomer who goes on in a strong tone, and an old instructor who nods and agrees time and again.
Because he was neglected by the gossip of what is knowledge, his grandfather does not know the hobby of the Knights Commander.
"Chew it off with your front teeth, crush it with your back teeth, and rinse it with your stomach. After that, they simmer in the intestines, while seasoning with bile and other seasonings of their own origin. Is it just like an arm or a belly show?"
With a grin, a magnificent gentleman who lets his hips grind like turning a flahoop. Grandpa laughs back at the act of falling back.
(This is how I feel. Ever since he was around)
Did you lose your life on the battlefield by being your best friend and your men?
It may be that he showed his knowledge like a teacher who guided his disciples because he overlaid his face to an old instructor.
"The fungus for fermentation and the maturation reservoir, which keeps humidity and temperature, are all the cook's own things. You can call it a living record, a collection. Even if different cooks use exactly the same ingredients, they don't make the same ones."
So when I exhale heavily, I make him the problem child of Wang Duichi. The bi-perfection of the Hanayu realm shivers Kaisel's beard.
"I think every time I eat. I wonder if living beings can produce something so great so far."
Close your eyes and look up, often silent golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold.
Set aside plenty of time, then quietly open your eyes and mouth and resume the story.
"Like painting, sculpture, or building, it's not something that will last long in the world. But instead it has a fragrance, flavor and texture. It won't be comparable, for example, which is better."
To be honest, the old instructor, whose head and fingertips tremble subtly, has not been able to go about the story. But still, hammer and pinch the words.
"Holy shit, yeah. I agree."
Because that's your grandfather's entertainment. It is said that 'Jesus man is harmful', but it is also true that 'it feels good to be affirmed'.
"If you just want to keep your mood free, you better not deny it at all."
My grandfather had learned about it for a long time.
(... this is)
A bunch of ideas I never thought I'd have before, springing up on a magnificent man that Xing continues to ride and talk to.
The reason is probably because they don't deny it in any way and ask.
Even though there was only one opponent, the situation was very similar to that of Brain Storming, one of the conceptual methods.
"You can also taste one product until you feel comfortable. But it's good to enjoy a lot of things, little by little."
The image I want to convey is' buffet ', or' buffet ', which takes place at the hotel.
The golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold carries on the words as he thinks of specific scenarios.
"The moment you knock through the big hall door, the sweet but fragrant smell that builds your appetite tickles your nostrils. Those who are hungry should take a solid black one. I wonder if anyone who drank too much last night had a light loose color or a soup with milk added to it and warmed it up."
The moment you lift the lid of the ceramic container, you rise with the hot air, making it nose-piercing and aromatic and strong. Imagine that, gourmet of gold, a golden gastronomer who raises and lowers the throat buddha.
The sight he paints behind his brain is a sleepover banquet where people with the same taste gather. It is the breakfast venue the following morning.
(Comrades gather, tongue drumming with fun and bickering)
Kaisel beard is distracted by an unexpected dream scene and creates a sobering look.
"That's good to see you."
Those around them who turn blue in their faces and take their seats one after the other. But the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold doesn't notice.
I didn't even know the game was over, so that would be natural. But the appearance of a female student made her grandfather and teacher speak voluntarily.
"Take a look! She's the eye of this typhoon."
At the tip of the extended finger, a crimson butterfly mask is fastened to the face and the figure of a plain child sitting in the simulated cockpit.
Coming from the Golden Town (Eldorado) at once, the Knights Commander switches consciousness and drops his eyes to the match venue.
(Looks like Xing rode too far)
I coughed heavily while blushing, probably because I was ashamed of forgetting my duties.
Encouraging the old instructor to get a detailed explanation, but coming back was a big sigh.
"Ooh, ooh. It was decided soon, too."
Niyanya Laughing's brother, who was an opponent, was crushed and rolled both elbows and knees, unable to move a step from the starting position.
"There seems to be too much difference in power, but did he really win the qualifying round?
Kaisel beard returns the tone to that of the Knights Commander and issues an inquiry.
The sharp gaze was directed at the female students of the red butterfly mask who were told of the victory and followed by the simulated cockpit, and at the male students who slapped their fists into the cockpit face to face.
"Please wait.... this is it. He can't qualify, but he often loses because of the game."
Grandpa turns past records at hand and returns answers.
The Knights captain, who made a rugged look, put his arms around him and opened his back mouth, thinking a little.
"I mean, strength strikes the head. You can't expect future stretches. Is that what you mean?
Even with the difficult look on his face, Grandpa nodded.
"I guess I'll have to say that."
The chief of the knights prompts me to write down a big bat stamp beside the name of Niyaniya Laughing Brother.
It was the moment his release from school was decided.
(But a whip. that body twist when releasing, really brilliant)
When the conclusion is reached, the gourmet gourmet gourmet of gold, albeit slightly, shows his face.
(Something cosy must have been worked out in my stomach)
What floats behind your brain is the sight of stepping on dough with your feet and stretching bread dough with a stick.
By the way, the Knights Commander has experience in the suite of Casabel from Plain Son, which has become a treat. But I didn't realize the whipper was her.
It's still a butterfly mask, probably because you're hiding your face.
(How about that? We need to focus on the game)
We have to find a new pilot to welcome as a Cavalier.
When I let go of my hand, I held back the feeling that I was going to fly away, and I was a magnificent man with a Kaisel mustache who continued to be the Knights Commander.
Here the point of view moves on to what Tauro calls "black haired big black tights, junior gymnast."
After a dangerous victory in World War I, she was now on her way to the mock cockpit to fight World War II.
(coarse sharpening, but she's strong)
The opponent's red-haired three-braided Sobacus girl sits in her chair and stares at her.
It's an amateur round fight, but I can't insult you. Her ability to manipulate magic is high, and she can manipulate the Golem like ours.
(But truly alarming would be intelligence that objectively perceives itself)
The three less experienced redhead braids lose their calm when it comes to the game. As a result, no time was measured, the sword was empty and no attack magic could be hit.
But she looked calmly at the matter, and forged a way of fighting to make up for her faults.
"Set up a round shield and storm with a stick"
When we met a few days ago, we looked out for an invisible strength.
A circular shield that you don't have to think about shape and a stick that you just have to swing at them anyway. What this combination has produced is a single 'Mad Warrior (Berserker)'.
We have made full use of our privileged foundational abilities.
(In a way, there are no gaps. But it's okay, I'll let you win. Look at it, my Lord Instructor)
Black tights junior who looks to the VIP table for just a moment and captures a thirty way man in sight.
A part-time destination, "Uniform Specialties. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! 'The person who has nominated me for a number of things that I can't say are popular.
Besides, he puts on an archery beside the play, even more generously handed the chip.
(I owe it to His Highness the Instructor to be able to stand here now)
How could it have been a help to academia and life? I can't thank you enough.
"Both sides, are you ready? Head to the starting position."
Black tights junior who brings consciousness back to the voice of the referee, the instructor, and walks the miniature knight.
"Start."
At the same time as the words, the referee crossed his hands before his eyes.
(Coming)
And before his voice disappeared, a round shield rapidly expanding into a vision in tune with the knight. If we were to analogize that momentum, it would be the Shinkansen of the Dumpling Nose, which is imminent if we don't get past the station where we don't stop.
Black tights junior escapes from the top of the track to the bottom of the home and plays a stick with a shield that strikes late.
But as with the long-formed freight train, the stick continued to pass in front of him over and over again.
(Again, she has more magic)
I regret it but have to admit it. At the same pace to myself, it is impossible to continue consuming magic.
Then black tights junior shakes her cut forehead and decides.
(Temporarily bottom up your magic power and consume it in full bloom, just like your opponent. Before the magic runs out, use the sword technique to decide the battle)
Inhale heavily, eyes half-eyed. Concentrate on your consciousness as you play and reciprocate the pouring stick.
Ahead, the fictional world in her heart. It was created by Instructor Tauro and fixed by many visits.
This presence is arguably her special attack.
(I see it. this view)
The night sky and the depressed forest beneath which the stars flash. Knights of the Knights of the Kingdom stand on one knee in various places, with a small tent for personal use beside them.
Black Tights junior is on an expedition to a neighboring country as part of the Knights of the Kingdom in this world.
And the scene always starts in the tent during the camp.
(What? Who!
A thin-breasted junior who wakes up uncomfortable and heartbeats with surprise and fear.
Because a middle-aged man noticed that he was covering himself.
"~ ~!"
I tried to scream, but all I could hear was a creaking voice. Already in the back of his mouth, his underwear had been removed from his lower body and rounded in.
Desperately rampaging, Nopan junior is small, hands and feet thin and powerless. It was impossible to spill a middle-aged man who suppressed him with weight.
(Grunts)
In the dark, where he can't even see his face, the middle-aged man says nothing and begins to break into her.
A stick full of saliva pokes his weight deep into his side.
"Huh!
Brunette big junior straining her speechless voice for a rambling, self-righteous swing back and forth.
But the help didn't come from anywhere, and the middle-aged man took the time to continue enjoying his squiggly luxurious body.
(Stop, stop. Whoa.)
I have a hunch about the man's movement, which gradually quickens, pushing the man's chest plate diligently with his small hand.
But he was reluctant and poured hot liquid into the depths of his belly.
"~ ~!"
Thin jaw of a junior gymnast, looking up independently of his will. The middle-aged man sways as he licks up its throat, squeezing out the rest with a loud groan.
(... done?
A junior exhales from her nose while letting her lost focus eyes wander into the dark. The body is powerless and remains open on the bedding.
You must be satisfied, the middle-aged man takes his body away from her. A junior with messy hair to relieve her of that, but that was it.
(There's another one!
For another man came covering himself to be replaced, dreadfully. Because the smell is completely different, no doubt.
The next man dives into his junior and wields a stick from the inside as he exhales himself with the smelly breath of the meal.
(Ugh, ugh)
She even shakes her body when she gets distracted while being poked and rubbed at different places in different shapes.
I just raised my jaw earlier so it reaches quickly, but they don't care. Continue to move only for yourself, not through the pain of this one.
(Quick, finish fast)
A wish can be made immediately, and a man instills plenty of desire. A junior who bit his lip and endured, but further shifts brought despair.
(This body smell, just now)
The resurrected opponent rested long enough to start playing with himself again.
There's plenty of room over there, but this one's three in a row. It hasn't even become resistant to smack me in the back with a small fist that I've come to hold.
(Where is it? No, not just there. Stop. Yeah!
Besides, he found his weakness in an earlier fight. He came into "steeple in the steep" precisely, but also deeply.
"Uh-oh!
So back to the real world in a flash, black tights junior who opens her eyes and screams.
(Hot all over body)
Magic overflows from the soul and fills the simulated cockpit.
I don't know why, but I noticed one day. I didn't even tell Instructor Tauro about this.
(decide all at once)
Her knight got extra fuel, full output. Burn the auxiliary magic formations inside bright red and go into full combat.
(This is called a move)
If the power and speed are the same, the black tights junior is much better with both combat skills and experience. Moreover, a weapon called a sword has an intense effect the more skilled it is.
As a result, the war situation has changed. The stick knight was slaughtered without skill and forced to lie down on the floor.
"There are battles. That's it!"
Dark-haired granny junior taking the proclamation of the referee, standing in the mock cockpit and giving a round of praise.
When you pay your forehead with a sweat and stick it on your forehead by your hand, you bow your head deeply to the corner of the VIP table.
(I won. Lord Instructor)
Sitting there was a thirty way man who couldn't snort with a grin and a thin young man on a line who turned bright blue next to him and worried about someone.