"Cover me..."
"What's wrong, Beryl?"
"The chaser..."
"Oh, I see. Then please stay still."
I quickly took the intended bump out of my bag, making sure the tough looking men ran from the direction the girl pointed at her fingers.
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"It's called cooking clothes. It's a cook's battle suit. ♪ Can you go through my sleeve from here?
Ask the bowman to remove the unique glove and the large bow on his back, and let him weave his feathers all the way up and tie the back string to the ribbon.
"Excuse me."
Saying, quickly wrap up Sarasala Shiny's blonde ponites with Krun. If you poke and fasten the chopstick for the accessories and put on a plain coloured scarf, high done! Seller of the grocery store!
*. * Beautiful girls, even in plain clothes, look good. Words. Oh, my God. *. *
Oh, no, no, no.
"Oh, my God," he says. If he runs his mouth, he'll find out the years he lived. and me in a hurry sweat in my heart.
A very normal 18-year-old named Berlina Lacotte.
Oh, speaking of which.
This is a different fantasy world than before, so no one can tell the times beyond. Get rid of that rush.
To a beautiful girl in a cooking outfit who looks difficult and stands up: "Smile, you're smiling here, Beryl!," he whispered forcefully.
Such a reincarnation of me from a different world than here.
It's a very normal girl with a memory of a previous life... haz.
Perhaps the special skills I've been given are somewhat cheaty.