Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

In the morning, soft sunlight plunges into the bed and wakes up slowly.

A servant who sensed the signs comes and takes care of his hair carefully.

I drink warm tea and wash my face with a washer of warm water.

It's very different from the battlefield.

I didn't even hate the days when I woke up in the sound of attack magic and applied it to earthsmoke.

His heart danced if he burned his enemies with the dawn, hid beneath the corpse and slept fine, presented the operation to the general and said, "That's impossible".

The battlefield was straight everywhere.

The general and the slaves, live or die.

But I'm going into the family anyway, so I guess I should forget about my samurai days.

"Should I give you some more breasts?

"Dear Laura, I've had enough"

"For once, let's give it some more"

Use a fashionable bra to create more valleys.

Wastefully large breasts, a cause of trouble without being able to wear generic armor, are also quickly turned into useful weapons if it is a matter of colour love.

Little things like that (...) were sending me glimpses.

Though my tight ass seems to like that kid more.

My gaze was hot during this time, but should I tell him for him too?

"Hey Mion, should I tell you that my husband is going to look at my ass from behind, but he's going to find out"

"Dear Laura, let me show you something."

Side service from your mother's generation, if that's what a hundred warrior Mion woman would say.

I can't help it.

But when I see other women's asses, shall I step on them?

"Keep the belt slightly higher"

"Ma, come on."

Apparently, the play you see on today's date is' War Things'.

It seems to be a story about genius warriors from different worlds letting their disadvantaged countries win with their intelligence... Now, what is it?

"I'm here."

"Oh, I'll be right there"

When I walked out the front door, Sawadi, dressed in clothes very much the same as the school, stood.

Shorter for one head than I am, he looks like he painted a middle middle meat back.

The face is the nobleman's face, but it's not like it's special.

Very normal, that's the kind of guy.

I didn't think the day would come when I could walk with a normal man like this.

I thought you were going to die on the battlefield.

"Ah, good morning, Laura"

"Oh, good morning"

Mm, you have a sleeping habit.

Did no one in my family tell me?

"He's got a sleeping habit."

"Huh."

Even if I touch my head and tell him, "What's that? attitude."

Well, guys and stuff like this.

"How about this?

"You're quite the clever one."

You put heat out of your fingertips and straighten your hair out, precision magic manipulation is still a teacher face loss.

This would have been a very convenient artillery for the Commander if the Magic for Attack had been purified without any problems.

No, I don't want to.

Haven't we met?

Take the town carriage he's been in and head to the theater.

He eagerly tells the back story of today's play, but the sweet smell characteristic of a young man drifts from next door and I can't concentrate.

It packs between the seats.

I watched the side of him all the time, touching with one hand the hair on his shiny moving collar and foot.

It's quite adorable how little people (...) desperately look out and look at the walls to get their gaze off into the valley of my open chest...

I wanted to take him somewhere else instead of the theater as it was, but I kept him down there a lot.

I don't want them to think I'm a woman.

"In other words, there are more allies in this formation than there are enemies, and we will call this the Narrow Road Destroyer."

'Whoa! Oh, my God. Exactly genius!

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

"Please don't, I just said something normal that anyone would notice."

"How humble!

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

'Wow!'

He and other guests next door, along with the performer, said, 'Wow!' He shouts.

In that situation, why don't you hold the front line down with dead men and carpet bomb the rear?

I can't imagine a world without magic.

I quite enjoyed the drama of the military junta where the protagonists of the subpoenaed otherworlds emerged, but the key military strategy seems to be full of holes.

Well, I don't know about making water where I'm enjoying it.

I also said, 'Wow!' Shall I say it?

'Wow!'

Oh, you have a cute smile.

After the play, he was brought to a lower civilian store that he ran.

I feel confident in the flavor, but I wouldn't be surprised at the taste of the King's Capital in China either.

"This is our favorite coffee. Mix the cream on top and it's sweet."

"Well, is it like a coffee sorbet? You look good."

"Take a look at the flavor."

Beautiful white border between coffee brown and cream. I'll mouth it, well, you're pretty careful with beans, too.

Selected and roasted on the assumption of sweetening?

Good balance between acidity and bitterness.

Even as the cold paralyzes the tongue, I can tell the taste and smell right.

It tastes cheap but regrettable but delicious.

Mix the cream with a teaspoon.

It melts at once, and when this happens anymore, it's a different drink from coffee, but this is delicious too.

That's the flavor I want after using my head.

"What do you say?

I ask him to peek in from the bottom. I say, "I lost," and if I turn my head, I stroke him.

I don't know, don't they think she's a woman who can't touch her body often?

"Thank you for waiting"

"Oh, this is pancakes, they're popular with women."

The samurai brings it and what he offers is brown bread with white cream and berry sauce on it.

"Thank you, but are you glad you rented it out? This store seems popular."

There are quite a few seats, but now the two of us have exclusive access to the sunniest seats.

If this store is the source of his pennies, on the other hand, I think I might have interrupted...

Sometimes it's hard to say how happy I am to have it rented out.

"Oh, that's okay. Never mind. Eat more than that."

"Well, I guess I'll have it then"

Try to imitate him eating by pushing the cream and sauce over the bread.

Cut with a knife, whoa, you got something in your bread.

Is this syrup?

That's sweet food, isn't it?

Sweet stuff is delicious, so there's no way this is a bad idea either.

Oops.

The white ones were cold, unlike the cream earlier.

"I chilled the cream. Shall I say 'ice cream'?"

"I see it's fresh"

It seems to have vanilla in it, of complex sweetness, which unexpectedly refreshes the mouth.

The top of the plate was quickly emptied.

Oh, there's cream on the beginning of my mouth.

I don't have a choice.

"Oh, excuse me"

"That's okay."

When I wiped him with a handkerchief, he thanked me for not feeling sorry for him.

You were gonna wipe it with cuffs or something later, weren't you?

A boy, at all.

"Do you want anything else? They're all delicious."

"Hmm, it's easy to tell what's written with a picture."

"This bolognese or something is popular. Maybe with this Margherita."

"You've never seen dishes before, have you even bought them from exotic cooks?

"No, the cooks worked so hard on what I thought."

Hmm, looks like the play I saw today.

You were also delighting the barbarians by serving dishes from this country in different worlds.

In the meantime, why don't you ask for a Margherita with a beautiful white, red and green color?

"Can I have this, please?

"Yes, sir."

A samurai who was serving the side bowed her head and headed to the kitchen.

You're wearing pretty fancy clothes.

"Those clothes."

"Yes."

"Oh, is that good for you?

"It's not like that, but it happens when I'm in custody."

"Shall I wear it for you next time?

"Huh? Oh, no... ha"

"What's wrong, don't you like it?

"No, the size..."

His gaze clouding the words had come to my chest.

My mouth is loose.

Again, isn't it right to drop by... Myon.

When I left the store, it was already evening.

There was a town carriage waiting in front of the store, and the women armed in matching blazers wandered around it.

"Good day, sir"

"Oh, good day"

A scaly woman is bowing her head to him, but is she a private soldier at her parents' chamber of commerce?

Quite a fit slave.

Centaur over there is quite a blessing.

The same goes for the horse part, but the human part is also a compact but muscle mass.

I wonder how they make me work out.

"Are you a private soldier at home?

"No, I'm a slave adventurer, but in times like this, I need security."

"An adventurer, this daughter, etc., is a sergeant."

He's an ex-military.

That's what they said. The Scales quickly saluted him when he took his hat off.

Well, if you can cure yourself, slavery seems like a lot of digging.

"Are you going to make it in slavery and even in the military?

"No, they're collecting demonic crystals. We're merchants."

"Oh, I see"

Does it mean his insanity is being worked out for nothing?

Try to skip a light kill on the play.

The Scales entered the wall between me and Sawadi without straying.

Centaur, far away, has a throwing spear in one hand in a ghostly shape, squeezing his muscles like bows.

If you look closely, there are other red-haired fishermen pulling out their swords on their backs, and most of the other slaves have hands on their weapons.

Well done, isn't it?

Become a lawnmower, and the dead line seems to be quite exceeded.

"You're working out well."

I laid my hands on the shoulders of the Scales.

You're not at all alarmed by the back of your golden eyes, you're always willing to die.

Let the slaves be so loyal...?

One more thing, you found his charm.