Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Good Morning, Master"

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"The environment has changed, but you seem to have slept well"

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"Really, you seem to have slept well"

Makina's words to the unsuspecting owner of getting out of bed rarely contained that tone.

But the kindness that voluntarily stops me from alarming is genuine. Because of the synthetic electron sound, it was not a difficult task to sense nuances from that voice.

"Again, there was a fight with the guys named Rouge Empress and so on, and it seemed inevitable, but being treated as a mistress made you worry and worry about what you might think. As a result, I ended up worried... Hehe. I hope this is where your husband's heart is at ease."

Kagra, a Dragon Man (Draconut) maid at Yut's behest, has prepared a private room that is countless in the fortress of Falve.

bed and a side table beside it. Besides, it's a simple room with a closet and a table for writing. The size is also larger than a business hotel called Earth…

But it was just the right size for my real name.

Furthermore, it was only created by the miracle of the Hellenonian God, and all the furniture is first-class while the quality is rigid. At least the comfort of the bed, I'm sure. The fact that it took a few minutes for his real name to react to Makina's words proves it.

"Huh. Yeah...... That's what I don't bother to say, Makina..."

"If your husband was asleep, he'd be just a monologue, so no problem."

"You wanted to wake me up..., you wanted to play with me..., don't make it clear... Yikes"

Moving more than thighs... Makoto Qino wants to say goodbye to his dream country.

The words are clear, but the movement is slow. It never came out of the duvet, and stopped in a nagging position on the bed.

If anyone who knows her sees it, he won't be able to hide his surprise.

"It's a pretty adorable sight every morning"

"Every day... won't be"

Ignore the adorable ones, and your real name tries to argue.

"Only when I don't have business."

"Well, that's how it's set up in the future"

"Not even in settings"

Haven't you just listened away? Or did the conversation with Makina inspire awakening?

The wake-up phase of his real name goes one step further, dressed to sit perfectly on the bed. With that, the duvet fell sharply according to gravity, and her entire body was exposed.

"Doesn't that make you weak in the morning, then"

A simple underwear figure in white, both up and down, floating in the sunlight over the curtains. In it, a small ribbon creates cuteness. Its clean appearance could be described as a true name.

But surprisingly, apparently, it was usual to go to bed in this outfit.

Long dark hair with a ponytail untied wraps around small but thin and supple limbs. He is low in height and has little or no crease, etc. But the indefensible appearance of it was strangely inflammatory.

Look asleep, exposed to none of that. Or he was rubbing a grater and eyelids in the back of his hand as if he were trying to wake up drowsy.

The usual look on Rin's face is awake, loose, and her eyes are dull. The gap with the usual creates a really vivid color tone.

But I have no consciousness in my real name.

Neither does Makina dare to point it out.

"Like...? No, not quite, my lord."

It's on the bedside table - and on the flip - so I can't save the way I'm sleeping in the video.

And while he remembered his remorse, Makina never failed to take her place.

"It's breakfast time I promised in about 5 minutes, doesn't this count for errands"

".................. ugh"

Is this exactly what an unspoken scream is?

He jumped the duvet, and his real name rushed over to the suitcase left on the wall.

"Good Morning"

Sober and true names show up in the dining room. It doesn't even make me feel fine dust, such as how it was swinging until earlier.

Already, the preparation of meals had been investigated, and several of the foreigners were present.

"Good morning, Makoto. Did you sleep well?

"Yeah, I'm trained to sleep in any environment."

Acorn welcomed me first.

When she stands up, sitting next to Yut, she moves to the entrance to the room to guide her.

With such a nod back to the acorn, his real name sits next to him, following the guidance. It may be a violation of manners, but I'll also put Makina on the table.

"Look, Yona. Wake up. Your real name just got here, and you're so neat."

When Fumi's real name looked next to her, an albino girl sat on Yut's lap. It literally means, with Yut's body on his back, sloppy.

Would it be more right to fall asleep than to be sweet?

"Ugh...... Approximately… we…"

"On this point, neither we nor we change."

Yut pinches Yona's cheek with both hands from behind.

Move it up and down like a mochi, but rather, when it was funny, Jonah did but left it.

"Heh heh heh"

"Hmm? Makina? What's wrong with you?

"... nothing strange, right, Makina"

"No. I was just smiling like a sibling or parent or child. Yeah, that's all."

For some reason, my real name gives me a sinister look.

Yut was surprised to see what it meant, but could not pursue it busily under the care of Jonah.

"... by the way, are Exile and Larsia still there?

Valtrude, sitting alone on a short part of the edge of the rectangular table, asks Arcia, next to him on the left.

Rather than worrying about the two remaining people who had not yet come, it was easy to guess from the rush that it was okay to eat first.

"In a while, they'll be here."

While fully appreciating its intentions, Alcia replies to Kanborough.

You'll be a mother in a while. Yet all I'm saying is that restlessness is troublesome.

"Grunt..."

"Look, how long has Jonah been doing that? It's time to get it right."

"Grunt..."

The Albino girl honestly followed Alcia's instructions as she gave a groaning voice imitating Valtrude. Kids know exactly who's the best.

Jumping off Yut's knees, he quickly moved to the seat next to Arsia.

A true name I don't even know the face of my real parents, but I accidentally spill a smile on their parent-child interactions.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

"A little late?

"No, no problem."

Yut welcomes the two people who remain seated - Larsia and Exile - and breakfast finally begins.

I still regularly decide to have breakfast with you in order to receive protection from the Feast Divine Feast, as well as to hold various meetings.

On the table, freshly baked baguettes that still have hot air. There are also several types of jams lined up.

On personal plates, a bright yellow omelet with a white sausage that is not very common in Japan. Both seem to eat with knives and forks.

Besides, salads and drinks are the style of pouring yourself tea from the pot.

Not to mention that I couldn't wait, but Valtrude hands on the white sausage first. I have a knife, but without cutting it apart, I poke it with a fork and scratch it directly.

It would also be possible to build a fortune by streaming its appearance on TV CM, which is really happily swallowed.

"Here you go, have some"

As recommended by Arcia, her real name also took a baguette and applied plenty of mamalade jam for a bite.

"... delicious"

Unexpectedly, I spoke to my voice.

It was a true name that wasn't specific or thoughtful about the meal, but it wasn't like I had a taste problem.

Mamalade with a neat acidity and sweetness that eliminates bitterness. Besides, the baguette is also fragrant, with a sense of flavor and sweetness.

A few steps higher than the usual meal of my real name.

"Surprised?

"... well, yeah"

Yut asked me to do it, so I tried to strengthen it, but how successful is it? I wasn't sure about my real name.

"Sempai, this time again, still..."

"Yes, this is the Sixth Staircase's divine spell," Banquet. "

"Sixth…"

On Earth, a third staircase spell like Fireball would be top notch without complaint. More than that, it enters the fairytale realm, such as the sixth staircase.

Furthermore, if it becomes a divine spell that embodies the miracle of God rather than a theoretical spell, it is completely legendary or inherited.

Not for the first time, but with one end of that miracle in my mouth.

That makes me dizzy again.

"It can't be that bad."

A meadow species (Magner) unrelated to tension says while eating omelettes.

"Whatever, you're just like that!

"That's right..."

Indeed, no special catalyst is used for the use of the Feast. All you need is room to eat slowly over time and the faith of the surgeon.

"And look, you say it tastes as good as free rice, right?

"I'm not telling you."

"Say. At least it's in our homework."

"This is why the meadow race..."

"Um... At a time when the Sixth Staircase spell can be used at all costs to prepare breakfast… No, nothing"

Words of objection never came out to the end.

Even though it would have been in a hurry, such as Yut, it's enough to use the extreme spell of the Ninth Staircase for no reason. When you feel different, you have to swallow it.

There is no causal recoil (backlash) here either.

"By the way, right after Zhu Yin came over, I thought this level of diet was normal"

"I miss you..."

Acorn places the knife and fork, far-eyed.

I remember having a hard time supplying Alsace afterwards, but my real name doesn't know that much.

"So when you leave this castle to live, your meals don't taste good either, professor."

At meals, the free makina speaks for the owner.

It was a true name that wasn't specific or thoughtful about the meal, but it wasn't like I had a taste problem.

This was going to be a difficult decision.