Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 207 Night Border Orphanage

Sleeping with an exhausted smile, that's not a hard, hard-working, straight, hard-working smile, just a childish real sleeping face overflowing with happiness.

"I sleep a lot." "I've played a lot." "You're exhausted." "You look happy."

I'm sure he's filled with joy and happiness, a smile because he innocently played around with his whole body and spirit. The only special effect that children who have always stood together in grief and despair can forget about any anxiety or sad memories. There is absolutely no such thing as a comedy (poison) to control and overwhelm tragedy (poison). It has smeared a cruel world into a happy color, and now everyone is happy in their sleep.

"Munya, also oops asobu......" "Ugh, me asobu......" "Me too, brother and sister and asobu no...... zzz"

In the happiness I must have dreamed of, I had it filled with happiness to my dreams. So my sleeping face has always been peaceful and full of happiness.

"It was fun... the bikini was embarrassing," "I wanted to dream... 'cause the supplies were just high leg and low rise, right?" "With such a happy reward, the kids will try their best... I was some kind of string bikini!

Kids with no hassle at all, kids who are too smart. That's sweet and laughing all over me like a child, playing and being exhausted and happy.

"I kind of got nervous with so many great people," "You'll get used to it soon, huh?" "Yeah, it's more of a problem you're losing sight of stage greatness, huh?" "The greatest person on that scene seems to be an unemployed man with an indefinite address and lives in the woods?

He doesn't have a home, so he doesn't have a resident registration, he's not affiliated with the guild, and he doesn't have identity coverage.

Yet with such a pooled mansion at the deepest depths of the Devil's Forest beyond the realm of man's survival, a man who looks better than kings and popes even though he is the lowest rank in law without any guarantee or right. And I'm the owner and big shareholder of an innkeeper and multinational chain of souvenirs... I don't have that kind of guild, so it seems I'm unemployed on registration.

Finally, they're tax exempt from the whole state, so strange people who don't belong anywhere and can't be protected from anyone.

"That was cute. You're not a good kid, you're sweet as you scream about loving it all over your body." "Yeah, you're usually too good a kid." "You work hard to study and help, and you don't even realize that's normal and you're working hard, do you?" "It's good to have you play a lot."

A grin so full that it already says Nico and Niyaniya on his sleeping face. I'm sure he's still got you playing full of dreams, drowning in happiness full of dreams all the time.

"He's weird, but he really likes you." "Because no one can do that." "

An unpredictable stranger of what to think and what to say. But if you look at the kids' faces, you can tell, because the kids' eyes will find the truth, not the shame or the upper edge... so I'm sure he's a good guy.

I wouldn't say anyone is a good person to ask why, and it sounds like everyone would bother explaining with their heads in their arms if they asked what kind of people they are, but they must be a good person because they can make their kids sleep so full of happiness.

"I don't know... it's hard to explain that person in words to someone born and raised on the border." "Yeah, I know the scary and sad side of the border, so I can't put it in words to mean someone who overturns it, slaps it, tramples it, abuses it, rips it apart, destroys it shatteringly, sells it."

Dark hair and black eyes, always boggling and fluttering, always seem to have fun complaining, then someone like a floating cloud who is looking somewhere "somewhere" far away and is going to disappear somewhere "nowhere".

I say names represent bodies, but those two names are too vast for an incredible person to know what they represent. Yeah, only the meaning of the name of the odd, strange tentacle creature was well understood in the pool.

"I'm sure you don't know because we're borderlines. My heart freezes when I'm really scared and in pain, if I'm a borderline, I know that. So I don't know... there's something funny about people at the bottom of the labyrinth." "Yeah, dreams are getting hurt and broken and crushed, hope is getting smaller and less polished... we all don't know the words to describe funny people at the end of such despair." "There's only disaster and trouble." I only know the disaster. "I can't say the worst and most vicious thing than disaster or disaster like that. Yeah, something more brutal than the hopelessness we've known is no longer a great disaster, and a much more terrible disaster has killed us all and changed the world. That's... speechless."

His eyes were mixed with fright, fear, surprise and sadness, but he was still convinced that he was definitely a good person. Because he talks to me like I'm in trouble, and his eyes are filled with deep visions and gratitude.

"I'm sure these kids are with us. I'm sure you're still in your dreams all the time, much happier all the way to your dreams, and you hug them because you can't put them into words anymore. I'm sure it's an emotion no one's ever experienced, a thought no one knows, so I don't think there's a word for it. 'Cause nobody even dreamed of it." "Well, then... you have trouble explaining, don't you?" "" "Yeah, there's no way to describe it, is there?

I'm still a newbie and I'm out of King's Capital so there's so much I don't know, and every day on the border I'm just amazed... but I'm a newbie, why was my swimsuit so perfect in size? Yeah, the underwear I was paid for was also a great fit. Yeah, maybe I just figured out the edge underwear was awesome?