Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day a city in the central part of the kingdom

A building that is clean, functional but sufficiently qualitative to say simple. It's called the Dark Hall and the Castle that everyone worships - the King of Sleeplessness, and the Palace, a prison for those who save the orphans (Dark the Zan) by naming them as the blame for reverence to everyone with eyes and dark neighborhoods that precipitate more than dead, sunken and rotten fish.

"Oh, Lord Black's patience."

"You're still a mama, serious and honest person, for being a sinner all the time"

Its appearance is not decorative either, well said and simple. Wherever the king has gone, and the Grand Duke isn't there now, it is rumored that there is no nobility in this country except Lord Black, and it does not change anything at all to say that he is a great nobleman.

"Dazzling, sleepy, I don't remember sleeping. Something's broken my memory, but I feel like I'm fainting, not absolutely sleeping!!"

"Ah, fluttering is dangerous ♥"

But these days, the lovely fiancée who never leaves by his side, the young hero Lori, also known as Lord Black, is the Grand Duke and regent of this kingdom, with the broken smile of Fiancé.

"I kind of feel disgusted right now!

"Guys, I appreciate it a lot. Thank you for happiness."

"No, that's why I'm a sinner and it's natural for me to work hard at my rightful duty with punishment... I knew working hard would make my sins heavier!? What's going on with this kingdom!!"

Two shadows where everyone smiles at the back of it and some special preferences drop it off with the eyes of exploding. Is that also like leaning in happily and being caught and taken by a disappointing arm?

"Ha, all the little cunning big chamber merchants are frightened."

"Oh, it feels good. How can you not mislead those eyes?"

Even if the bad merchants consign and collude to catch the value, Lord Black will import it from other territories immediately. How many bad merchants have actually disappeared so far just because that would cost them a fortune. Watcher, the city's watchdog who guards the smile of this kingdom, it's a sinless culprit. And he's lollin '!

"Something, I still feel dis!?"

"Well, everyone in the city seems happy."

A small hand that looks lovingly arms together and teases your fingers overlaps softly with thoughts - I wish it exploded!

"Hey, don't stare, don't resent, don't be jealous"

"No, I appreciate it more than anyone... but I hate it!

"" "There is!?" "

To be clear, the kingdom is crazy now, the culprit of that frenzy is always on the border. It overwhelms other countries horribly and ferociously to call them economies, and domestically, it fills them with sweet dreamy miracles to call them commerce. But it is the black watchman who turns that turbulent stream, the miracle of fury, into a fresh stream where everyone can safely live. That coordination with the outside world is partitioned by that Daily Bawl Chamber of Commerce, whose credibility is absolute... but somehow the border is sweet, it's already sweet and gentle as a dream.

"Whatever happens, the merchants of the kingdom must reward Zachariah's sister, because it's all thanks to Lord Black who can do it."

"Oh, I won't let you smuggle. But if you missupply, that disaster won't call for ruin... so you need someone to give shape to happiness. So don't blow it up, okay?

If there is a gap and a grand aristocracy that devours rights or a bad chamber of commerce that only thinks about making money from cow ears, then disaster will blow away in no time. No matter how much large capital you consign up to the surrounding states to concentrate on buying up all of the market to catch the value, the day after that you blow up with a menacing production capacity that could overflow large quantities of goods cheaply. So disaster, he who destroys everything but happiness.

But of the little villains. That's small and hard to see. And the little shop is a brittle boat that rocks in the aftermath. Something mightier beats down such a huge thing, and even that little wave, Sazanami, is sucking on the little store. A protector who also gently protects and nurtures such small things to mercy, that is the black guardian of the kingdom.

"This... is, uh, another new product, and until last year, I didn't have any demon stone household products."

"We just need to be more convenient, easier, and have a little more happy time that way. I'm sure that's a kind thought."

"It's a symbol of richness indeed, but it's a little too soon..."

Everyone sends thanks for looking around to adjust the import volumes against the rapidly evolving products against the market's inventory and not blow up that small market, and then the thought of exploding and scrambling makes me want to give away explosives...... OH, KO, KO, LOVE HOLD!?

"" "Calm down! Put your weapons down first!!" "

"Oh, I'm sorry. Comrade YLNT's Rear Charge Bomb (Grenade).

Yes, we in the Union of Gentlemen are attracted to flirting when it comes to upholding the honorable philosophy of YES (Y...) Lolita (L...) NO (N) Touch (... T), sweetened with happy eyes and envied!

"If you're a gentleman, that Lawritel smile is the joy. Yes, it would be the treasure of our Alliance of Gentlemen (YLNT)!

"Oh yeah... so you get rid of the rear charge bomb thrower (pineapple) too and put back the pin you pulled out!

"'Cause you're fingertipped with those poor, little hands -!!"

"" "Don't tell everyone, we all have one feeling!

Black blame. A small circle of happy colored flowers called the hero and leaning against the black shadow. A hero who names such a fake nobleman and lives as a sinner - is (lol) guilty!?

"You look happy... but if I make you cry, you're an instant bomb"

"" "Oh...... (Blood Tears)!

"Hey, you got some chills!?"

"Oh, I'll Warm You Up (Pitty ♥)"

Gufu (spitting blood!)... OK, let's order another explosive at the perimeter (Blood Tears)!!