Kuishinbo Elf

The season shifts, it makes me look different. I was impressed to see the poor flowers bloom, bear fruit, and connect to the next generation.

"Hey, you can do it if you want."

"Not at all. It's all about Ertina."

I was watching the sights of the Holy City of Liturgertus from a room in the Grand Temple with Mr. Bowdos. Four years have elapsed as early as possible since the start of the Militanas Holy Nation Reconstruction Plan. A lot went wrong in the meantime, but that's a good memory too.

"Elliott, that's a good one."

"Good morning, millennia. What is it?"

And then an odd-eyed silver-haired toddler walked over. He is the Pope of this country, the Millennial.

She showed no signs of growth, no matter how much time passed. That is because her soul is imprisoned within the Rod of Militanas.

But now she didn't know how to free herself, and she was forced into the inconvenient situation of remaining a baby. As it is, Millennial-like stress breaks through the limits and balks.

Mr. Bowdos is the limit before then. Her eyes are stained black by her night crying.

So I focused on my physical characteristics. It turns out that when I grow up or go backwards to my baby, it's a phenomenon that happens because the majority of what makes up the flesh is made of peach power.

So I came up with the idea of pouring a little peach power into Master Millenia. I do this every day because I may get flat if I pour it all at once.

Then what if Millennialism's body, which had not grown at all, began to grow?

The boulders are peach power, if you're in trouble, rely on peach power and you'll solve them all.

Not so much, a humble reply came back, and I respect Peach Power more and more. Nevertheless, I am well aware that I should not rely on it, and I use it for personal gain or anything else.

When using peach power, the application specifications must be fully understood and used. Promise me.

As a result of every day's peach work, Millennials were able to walk on their own and speak without tongues. We did it.

"Just a moment, Mirigata, the plump... champagne"

"Fluffy cum, this is the result of everyone's efforts."

A silver-haired toddler looking out at Liturgirtus, the holy capital, where Mr. Bowdos held her and almost completed reconstruction. There was something glowing in those big eyes.

And I remember my tumultuous days in a refreshing breeze.

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. Oh, this is a BGM?

The desolate and devastated Holy City of Liturgirtus. The Holy City, which has passed on its ancient history, has been unbroken and destroyed by war, losing its precious culture.

One craftsman stood up there. He was a person named Eltina, called the craftsman of the Fantasy Own.

Now take a look at the liturgy of the Holy Capital, rebuilt by her and her companions.

Once the capital of Liturgirtus, devastated by war and with only rotten odors. There, there was no longer a human figure, but a town of death where only lonely winds and unspeakable wreckage existed.

That's what I'm talking about. Isn't it brilliantly organized by the super-special abilities of the craftsmen, restoring what was once the Holy Capital?

And even more surprisingly, water was pouring out of the great trees that were all over the town, creating rivers.

Wasn't the stream moisturizing the dry earth, and the greenery that was consequently the grief of the town of Liturgirtus, showing its appearance?

There will be no more mockery of the Holy City of Liturgirtus being called a thirsty sanctuary.

Iconic building of the Holy Nation of Militanas [Grand Temple]. This was also destroyed by no skin completeness in the war ahead.

But as you can see, it was completely repaired by the hands of the craftsmen. This did not involve the power of the craftsmen alone, but the cooperation of many who wished to revive the Holy Nation of Militanas.

They recruited the memories of many people and restored even the small scars that were once in the Great Temple. As a result, a temple as majestic as the previous Great Temple could have been.

The land of Militanas covered with dry winds and sand. There was a vast desert of death that would reject any plant and take its life away.

But how dare you? Nowadays, isn't that where the green earth spreads?

By the power of the craftsman the desert of death disappeared, and now the crop that connects life filled the land of Militanas.

There were moles there, abhorred as natural enemies of the field, who at best brought sweat to work in the field.

The craftsmen suggested to the moles the dignity of labor and coexistence with men, and they accepted it.

This led us to coexist with people and contribute to development without causing them to lose their lives in vain, and finally to acquire the right to [Mogu right].

Now the craftsman did not make the completion of the reconstruction good, but struck a further hand. That's the construction of a defensive network of sand dragons that live around the town. But didn't you just get tired of it and finally stretch the roots of development to the streets that connect the sacred capital with the local towns?

Now sometimes you can safely reach the Holy City, protected by sand dragons, and the streets show unprecedented buzz with devout pilgrims.

Thus, the refurbishment of the craftsman…… under, the reconstruction is all over.

"Fukiyun, this would be the place"

I gently closed my notebook. And he sighs "pussy". I want you to rest assured that I'm never an Onala.

"Lady Ertina, why don't you just force yourself a little bit?

Worrying Mr. Bowdos has been peeking into my face. Now the neighborhood that lived under his eyes was "Can you live here!" and had left a throwaway dialogue and moved out.

"There's nothing I can't do... if I can't do it, it's not over."

The neighborhoods are currently moving under my eyes. Because... my homework doesn't finish. Honestly, I was licking it.

"I thought the boulder would be over at leisure for five years, a year... but no way, homework to keep a reconstruction diary is confusing or dastardly, right? Al's old teacher is dirty. Boulder, Al's old teacher...... dirty"

Floating with white eye cramps was an evil teacher with a smiling smile.

I... forgive you, I will never forgive you! It blows me away from anything that's ever happened to Mr. Miranda. He said he was working out a plan to make Miranda wear a school swimsuit!

Oh, did you run this two years ago? Too many perverse plans to remember.

"So you shouldn't be so impotent that your body regresses"

"Fukiyun"

Mr Bowdos is right. I keep about five years old flesh here all the time. Whether I slept or woke up, it was no longer changing from this state.

According to Toya's research, this is due to stress. But they also tell me not to worry about it because there is not a separate article in my life. So I decided to leave it.

Growing up is likely to be the flesh of nightmares. The physical growth of liots and krutels working together in this country was remarkable, and they were out and growing taller. To be clear, I'm the only one who's chicken.

"Oh dear... if there was no purpose attached to rebuilding it would have been instant death"

Calculations show that if you keep up the good work, your homework will be done by graduation. Note that Liot had already given up his homework. You're so sloppy.

Of course, Krütel seems to be excellent, so he went through the tricks and homework every day. I should have done it too. And ho.

"Why don't you take a break from it?"

"That's right, Chiu, you can't do that."

It's not "NO" if the two of you who worry about me tell you that. I decided to put my brush down and take a break.