Manager of the Other World Brothel

My usual office.

Outside the big windows, the sun gets stronger by the day. It's only in the morning, but the water caught in the waterway is evaporating slightly, trying to wrap the entire Wang du Glen Kaina in some sort of dazzling flame.

If this were to be the afternoon, the swinging Yangtze would be stronger, and where would the Wang Dynasty envelop the fantastic landscape, coupled with the raging sunlight on the waters of the waterways stretched throughout the Wang Dynasty?

There are definitely people.

He works there, crosses the waterway, laughs cheerfully, or even provokes anger.

But everyone's colored shadow master...... is also a strange expression, but even the contours, facial expressions, and shadows become obscure, obtaining the illusion that a single deceptive painting is beyond the great window.

A strange sight, as if the sound had disappeared even though it was sounding, as in "The Fantasy Capital" you ask the gaga, and it doesn't exist to be there.

In the open and bright sunshine, this city awaits the summer to wrap up some fake sense of unreality.

It's one of the many things that the Wang capital Glen Kaina has, unlike what it looks like as a 'night city' with a night book down and a light on it.

It's hot for people sweating in the city, and on top of that, the humidity is high, and I know the offense index is supposed to be outrageous, but I don't hate that view from my office, which is magically kept at the right temperature.

On the morning of the day when the summer waiting month deepened, I sat at my desk, and I'm still trying to concentrate on my day job today...

"Hey, my brother Tizi."

I couldn't concentrate on the paperwork at all thanks to my "brother Dizi", who was deposited unilaterally by the master and the owner (owner) the other day.

"Call me by name"

Lay that giant body behind my chair gently, and open its huge pocket slightly. (...) Love (...) et al. (...) and (...) With a voice, my brother, Lord Dizi, is expected to call it by name.

It's enough to fight from the front that the gaping, cute mascot little animal speaks out in a majestic voice like a demon king.

Honestly, I'm not used to it.

But I've always liked the name I gave you in some way.

"-Lynn."

The silver bell at the neck that is not familiar with its immense body and overflowing presence, or 'warcraft' like the embodiment of a majesty or fear, that the master has worn.

Every time it moves, Rin Rin rings, so I've cheaply named it 'Lynn' for now.

When I asked him his first name,

"I'm a silver wolf. I don't have a name yet."

And so on, I felt the need to name you, even for now, because I got an answer that made me want to say that you were the protagonist of the work of the Grand Prix.

I thought it would be too much to be angry, but somehow I liked it a lot, and since then I have stopped responding to anything other than "call me by name" according to its name.

Is that okay, with such a split and nasty name?

Well, it sounds cool, and maybe just right for the coming hot season.

I'm not going to change my name just because it's winter, just in case.

If you do that, I think you might like Lynn.

"What, brother?"

Calling it by that name replies with a joyful grunt of throats supporting a giant one that would kill me and others with one bite.

I think wolves are dogs, but that's some kind of cat-like trick.

No. Is it correct with a dog because it is shaking even with a touch of its tail?

I don't know.

Whether or not the "silver wolf" of this world matches the wolf in my knowledge is still not acceptable, but if you say "warcraft" in the first place, it also seems to be a unique species, then maybe there is no canine, cat, or snail.

Ah (...) Ah (...) Chi (...) Then if you call me "Warcraft" from "Wolf," I have quite a few big guys.

Everyone loved to start with Fenrill (What Shakes the Earth), which is also known as "Skol (What Taunts)", "Hattie (Hate)" or "Goddess of the Underworld (Hecate)," which swallows the sun, or in my country there was such a thing as Wolf = Great God.

I wonder if there is a word for 'lonely wolf', and contrary to that, there are words such as' chisel wolf ', which is also considered to be an assault in a flock.

I hear the actual wolf seems to be, but naturally I only know it as knowledge.

I've never seen a real bunch of wolves or anything like that, and I honestly don't shy away from living that experience.

- The "Send Wolf" is not something you can throw away as a customer of the Walnut Dream.

It is unclear whether the Heritage of the Warcraft based on the 'Wolf' in (...) Chi (...) applies to my brother, Lord Dizi, but he will certainly have a great deal of 'power' in the body that his master made his disciple.

My first apprentice lacks persuasion, but I'm sorry about my uncharted brother, Diko (Lynn).

You could be insulted when you treat me like a brother, even though you have all that battle-specific 'power'.

I literally had my tail wrapped around the real mode Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, but I can tell that one is bad for them.

All three of them were in serious mode as much as my brother Lord Tizi was in "Cane".

That one scares me, yeah.

That said, I am certain that 'Silver Wolf' - my brother Diko (Lynn) is literally such a monster that it can't be helped to the extent that several of those adventurers and wizards have gathered there.

Unlike that horrible and adorable 'what it really is', it's also (...) in my eyes (...) One (...) People (...) Show (...) Ru (...) Lynn looks really cute, or pathetic.

The clothes that were small dirty travel outfits have turned into something adorable with no discomfort whatsoever when it comes to "Baldness" - young girls with ladies - working in the luxury whorehouse "The Dream of a Walnut (Papilio Somnium)".

No, I don't have a "vulture" in my dreams.

If Lynn starts wandering around the stores of the Walnut Dream (of ours) like this, it might settle down here... but I don't want to raise my kids in a whorehouse if I can.

I understand that there are situations where there is no alternative.

Perhaps Master, the owner's handmade "Magic Items" will change their appearance depending on their physical condition and mood.

It also seems to affect the clothes, hairstyles, makeup, etc. that Lynn sees with her eyes.

Obviously, the variety of costumes and hairstyles has changed since I came to the Dream of the Walnut (of which), or exploded more.

It's funny how it changes every day, but I think if you care about it, it seems like you can 'transform' it in an instant and I want you to show it to me once.

Once I was in a thick cosmetic situation, and I couldn't stop laughing, he beat me regularly with a huge tail all day, so I learned again that women still had to pay close attention to handling it, whether it was Jali or Warcraft.

The true figure of Lynn, who regained her full health with my 'unique magic', is now a divine warcraft with a matte hairline... a strange expression, but that's what it looks like.

When he came to the Walnut Dream, he seemed to experience more magical depletion than physical.

I don't make my 'unique magic' a problem either.

It would be true, without falsehood, that Lynn's words and actions like those that are attached to me are also due to her obedience to seeing Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura as' superficial 'and, at the same time, her desire to like my' unique magic '.

... When magic strikes, it's this giant thing that exposes its belly to the touch of its tail.

Big or not, take the magic, solve the humanities, but they still can't resist their instincts.

If the ladies of the Walnut Dream (of ours) were to get so hungry and easily understood that they would miss it... would it be easier to be a little reluctant because things are going to be a lot of trouble?

I laughed a little when I imagined those three showing the tricks they had gotten belly-up and nostalgic like Lynn... that paranoia is interrupted because there was more (...) ru (...) than that.

- What a name to name this sensation that occasionally hits through the artificial sage mode.

But I was a little surprised that my 'unique magic', which I use conveniently on a daily basis, can also be used for Lynn, the 'Warcraft'.

No, I just think that because the shape of phosphorus is like this, at the time that it can be used for Renamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura, is that what it looks like?

Whatever the owner (owner) "Magic Items" shows, Lynn is now a poor girl.

The silver hair that has become sarcastic emits a light that pairs with that of Renamaria, and the golden eyes of the spots glorify a light that is expressionless and strong.

White magnetic skin really looks like ceramic and sounds like it's going to ring a clear sound called a pin when you play it at your fingertips.

The expression is almost faceless and the eyes just change slightly. My voice is adorable but I am always calm.

Is it the owner's (owner's) joke that the tail of "The Real Thing" shaking is linked to a single stretched asshole hair?

Even if it's faceless, it's probably convenient to know the general mood if you watch that asshole hair move, but it doesn't make much sense to me to see 'what it really is'.

I know you seem in a good mood, but scary things are scary.

"Honestly, I'm scared when they put me behind my back."

I'll be honest with you because putting it on won't start.

But this, with some exceptions, I guess the clerks (staff) who entered my office just seem to have a little pretty girl standing on the diagonal back of my chair, so I wonder what they're freaking out about.

I guess the 'dark' guys who have been sticking around lately with tacit understandings are seeing who they are because they seem nervous.

There's a giant 'Warcraft' sleeping in my office, so don't be nervous.

Unlike those three, the owner (owner) doesn't seem very willing to seriously hide Lynn's identity against those who have some power.

I know you think it's okay to get out of the city and not make a scene, but there are quite a few people who can see who Lin is if he is also Glen Kaina, King of the Kingdom of Glen, so there could be a scene that I don't need...

I suppose that means I sent him to my dreams of butterflies, too.

I mean, take good care of it, too, yes, yes, I understand.

But scary things are scary.

"Liar, my brother can't be scared of me."

The girl's phantom remained faceless, and the body shook its tail louder and Lynn responded instantly.

No, I'm saying I'm scared of the person at the moment, but that's...

"No, Mr. Lynn, I would say so, but you..."

My brother and brother Di Zi are fine, okay.

I don't intend to disagree with the owner, and I will follow the instructions.

However, I have not spent enough time with my brother, Lord Tizi, to build such a relationship of trust, nor have I gone through such rituals (events).

I'm cautious, to put it that way, so people who don't have trust are scared to spend time with me in 'Inside the Key', even if they're helpless kids.

If we build it, they can sleep in the "Asmo Magicus."

"There is no way I will harm you any more. And if you try to add..."

Oh, I see. Is that the logic that if you're protected by those three strong people, there's nothing to be afraid of?

I don't know though......

"Well, that's true, but that's not my power."

"? Not sure?

It feels like I really don't know.

The tail I was waving was stopping upwards, and in conjunction with it, the phantom asshole hair stopped upwards with a pin.

- That would be pretty funny if I got used to this.

It's funny how it works and how the phantom has the feeling of being there if you even touch it.

You use the magic of "transmission" when passing through a crowd or something, it doesn't seem to have the effect of the main body.

Even if I can see it, I don't know which one is real.

It also looks like some pretty girl can follow a giant warcraft.

It's funny how the body and the phantoms are aligned now to tilt the little neck.

"No, so what Lynn fears is the power of Renamaria, Miss Listia, Miss Laura, not my 'power'."

"It's the power of my brother, isn't it?

I was instantly answered by the wind about what was normal.

Warcraftingly so?

"Things that can follow 'power'. It's also 'power'"

Returning faceless, Lynn tells her in a quiet voice with her tail and asshole hair asleep.

It is a demon (monster) that lives in the wilderness of every 'power' snail, in the wind that it is normal if its superior species, the 'Warcraft'.

"The" power "of my sisters, and now my" power ", or the" power "of my master, will be wielded with all my strength without hesitation by my brother. I wonder what it's not" power "that makes someone with" power "to do that. That's the power."

"I see. Something like that."

Is that a reason to say so?

Personally, I think it's "The Fox Who Borrows the Power of a Tiger," but I peeled here and said, "I don't have the power, I don't have the power!" and I decide to think that's what it is because of being mean.

I guess that's the case at least for Lynn.

Well, I don't know.

It's the ladies of the Walnut Dream that make me think that they used (...) Y (...) Y (...) my 'unique magic'.

As a result, it is also my "power" that can be perfectly beautiful and luscious as a "butterfly of the night," but at the same time their own "power" - the "charm" of each of the ladies - makes me do so.

It is understandable that there are many ways of being powerful.

"That's what it is, brother."

Funny how you're good at it somewhere, but I won't point it out.

But even though I liked my unique magic, I'm pretty sure Lynn can't be relieved that the reason she misses me so lightly isn't enough to pin it on me - or trust me.

Without the fact that the owner (owner) admitted to being an apprentice, I would even like to spend time in the same room as I do now. This is not the situation.

Even as Lunamaria, Miss Listia and Miss Laura are 'protecting me'.

- That's a pathetic story, man.

"Well no. That's Mr. Lynn. It's been a long day, but what's the purpose of being a master's apprentice? Isn't it time you let me ask?

- I'm just saying think what you're saying is what I'm saying.

If an overly concise sentence from the owner (owner) is true, it should tell you honestly.

Even if you say, "Play outside," you say, "No." Except you sleep like this in your room all the time. It's not Lynn who hears you honestly.

No, I really don't feel comfortable if they play outside, and depending on the matter, it can be a fuss, so I'd be grateful if you were quiet in my office.

But sometimes it's not absolute obedience like returning the "no" answer.

Basically obey, but I guess that means that there are applications and exceptions to everything...

"To belong to the 'Adventurer Guild' and not make unwanted sacrifices... the Master said"

"That's..."

I'm not sure what kind of "grand party" and invitations to do is coming from old Garzam (god killer).

Since the invitee is the invitee, I have already decided to temporarily suspend the Dream of the Walnut (of which) to participate when the invitation arrives.

Not just invitations, but old Garzam himself came to the Dream of the Walnut and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't even say no."

All of the luxury hookers (Kurtizanne) to whom the Walnut Dream belongs are also to be taken.

- When you're on temporary leave, it's hard just to contact and adjust the customer for that day's booking. Well, the ladies follow me, so I can't help myself.

I was wondering if old Garzam (the god killer), who likes everything flashy, was somewhere unwilling to ride...

Is it tangled?

"Good morning, Manager! I slept the prescribed time!

"Good morning, Manager. You're safe. Well done."

"Hey, manager."

Bye.

Miss Listia, Lunamaria and Miss Laura break into my office as usual.

Although Miss Laura feels like she's been intruding or fumbling with the two of us.

But Ai hasn't changed. You can't get my office door knocked on.

Enough. I'm used to it.

Except for you guys these days, it'll be decent, so let's just say that's enough, hey, my lab door (buddy).

But rarely did Miss Listier jump in first.

Usually I come in feeling sorry for the last time, but even my clothes are messed up and my breath is up a little.

No, Lunamaria, I did tell you to go to bed for the prescribed time.

Are you seriously saying that I slept in and was defenseless in the meantime?

You scare me. Hey.

Miss Laura is asleep. No, I'm half asleep now.

Well, you can call it a classic landscape when I work at noon these days, so I hope so.

"Sister!"

Lynn, the subject of vigilance by these three, completely nostalgic the other way around, shakes his tail easily and goes twisted by the three of them.

"No, I didn't come to see you. We work with a manager…"

"Oh, all right, Lynn. Hands."

"Zzzzz..."

Though there is a lot to be said, Miss Listier is swung around with no questions asked and twisted.

In terms of visible circumstances alone, it's a strange sight that looks as if a beautiful woman is being attacked by a giant warcraft or trapped by a beautiful girl.

The phantom version is more beautiful, but the main version looks more like a hunting thing.

Lunamaria, what's your hand...

I miss it so much that Lynn is taking care of it. Is that okay?

Miss Laura is falling asleep on a sofa for visitors.

So hide it. Hide it.

- Fair enough.

Should I hear more about it after the nightclub opens tonight?

If this happens, I can calm down and do my day job.

Shall we first give priority to getting rid of the pile of paperwork in front of us?