Manowa

Appearance ■ Introduction

Chromal: A splendid loyal wolf who follows the bowflower, which had its rough next period but is now the Lord. My friend Silky, who once lost his life, and I are now integrated instead of a two-car. My favorite thing is the Lord. My boom is clandestine to shake my tail and petite bump into the Lord's ponite as I get him to stroke my back.

Mutan: Mr. Yandere combines the figure of a sober Virgin with that of a slutty bad girl. It boasts an overwhelming beauty that attracts the beholder.

Fenril Mayle: Everyone's trust is thick from the attitude of constant protection of the Lord, being newcomers but mainly submissive. Strength under edges.

Hinokagutschi: Once stubborn grandpa is now totally favorable too. However, as a result of the sudden refusal by the divine power of the Dragon God to seek his body, he is dumped as if it were garbage scraps in the mention that deprived him of the Lord.

Shilo: One crack in the twins. Jesus man who can only do what is decided. He is a dog bastard with no brain but to shake his tail.

Kiva: One crack of twins. Jesus man who can only do what is decided. He is a dog bastard with no brain but to shake his tail.

The Divine Power of Dragon God: aka Tyrant. A problem child who suddenly came and behaved like a bystander and finally began to say and order himself to be Lord. I threw Mr. Hinokagutschi, who did not obey me, away like garbage, and forcibly took Mr. Mutan and Mr. Fenrirmail's body, captivating himself. Harlemism.

Arch: Mysterious beautiful girl. I live in a different address from the Chromals and have no contact.

Grillin: Mysterious bear. I live in a different address from the Chromals and have no contact. Die well.

Cromar, the summoner of bowflowers, was on the way that day.

Bowflowers, the main newcomers who moved recently, took their place. The Chromals naturally could not forgive such a bystander, except for Shilo and Kiva, who had waved their tails away. I was not willing to follow anyone like that.

But they were too helpless. I didn't have the power to resist irrational forces.

"Wow."

Chromal barks. Chromal is the only one on this scene right now. The twins of Jesus left, and Mr. Hinokagutschi was thrown away lightly as soon as he found out the Lord was going to be a vessel.

Mr. Mutan and Mr. Fenrir Mayle were forcibly deprived of their bodies by that tyrant, who poured out plenty of divine power. No matter how much I resisted, my body was honest. Instinct as a weapon drowned them both in the power of God.

There was nothing Chromal could do in advance of that. Even as the two bodies were ravaged in front of him, crying out for help, Cromar could do nothing but tremble.

And the scream also turned to pink exhalation all the time. Even if you haven't let go to your heart, your body will have to obey if you can sink into an ocean named pleasure. A weapon is such a sad creature. Cromar was powerless everywhere.

It also appears that Mr. Arch and Mr. Grillin, who live elsewhere than the Chromals, have been attached to the tyrants' side. I don't even know Chromal very well about those two. But right now, Mr. Grillin is dead outside, and Mr. Arch is raging on his young aunt as usual.

The difference in strength was also evident in Chromal's eyes, but Mr. Arch's obsession was so terrifying. My body rots and I see neither ■ nor ■ ■ but I never stop. No matter how baked, ■ doesn't stop when ■ collapses.

Just trying to clear up Grillin's carelessness, he's challenging a giant flaming dragon. That was an unusual sight even from a chromal point of view. Above all, that obsession is scary.

The young maker's aunt now seemed desperate and patient to keep her mouth down and throw up. If you stay alert, Mr. Arch will explode. Mr. Arch himself is scared of an explosion even if it's no big deal. That's why my young maker was desperately fighting in tears, too.

"Wow."

And Cromar was lonely. There is nothing Chromal can do now that he is absent from the Lord. Cromar was sad. I missed the Lord. The Lord, who smiles gently here these days, has been stroking my back. Peace without battle. I missed those days, and there were only zero tears falling out of Chromal's eyes.

"... lame... la"

And I thought I heard something in Chromal's ear that was tearing.

"Wong?"

Chromal looks around with his neck tilted. There's still no one there. But that should do the same. Cromar noticed. The voice was heard from the outside.

"Wong Wong"

And Cromar barked and looked out the window.

"Mailer."

It was Mr. Hinokagutschi who was there. Wise man who was rejected by tyrants. That was what I was desperately calling Chromal from the outside.

"Mailer Mailer"

"Wow, wow."

And Mr. Hinokagutschi asked Cromar.

I wondered why you were there. Cromar, by contrast, gives his voice back in absurdity. He said he couldn't do anything. I am not willing to obey the divine power of the Dragon God, but I cannot move without the word of the Lord. Without the word of that kind Lord, Cromar exclaimed that he was no different from the dog that had been waited for.

"Melamella"

Mr. Hinokagutschi laughs mocking it. The flames were shaking with anger. I wonder if the discourse was loyal to that extent.

"Melamera. Mailer."

And Mr. Hinokagutschi said. He said tyrants are ruthlessly troublesome opponents. He seems to be representing the Lord's wishes, and that they are horribly distorted.

It's not like the Lord really thinks that, like putting handsome men from all over the world in his hands. It acts as if it is the Lord's dream itself a moment of delusion without deflection, impressing the sole around it and yet trying to come true. That was a malicious misunderstanding.

And Cromar knows it too. that the Lord is a deeply itchy female who can only be satisfied with it if she has one good male. It is the Lord's dream to keep one handsome man in a white cabin standing on a hill with a view of the sea and to laugh as he watches in front of the fireplace with a white dog (himself, of course). He couldn't have wanted good-looking people from all over the world. Cromar thought it would be about ten at most.

"Mailer"

Mr. Hinokagutschi asks. I was wondering if you could do that. The Lord has been unfairly disparaged, and I wonder if you can bear it?

"Wow."

It can't be good. But Cromar asked what to do. That was the point. Mr. Hinokagutschi pointed to himself as he said "Mailer". I said use it.

"Wong."

Cromar barked.

"Mailer"

Hinokagutschi shouted.

Cromar had to nod with that persuasion. He was present at his own will and determined to save the Lord at his own will.

"Won't. Won't."

But Cromar asks. I was wondering if you were the only one we could handle? They even let Mr. Mountain obey them. Even with Mr. Hinokagutschi, I didn't feel like I could beat Kromal.

"Melamella"

But Mr. Hinokagutschi inquires.

So you're just gonna sit here and take the Lord away?

I was wondering if you were okay with sole?

"Parameter Mailer"

More, says Hinokagutschi. True defeat is the defeat of the soul. All the more so if you are without flesh. They trample upon the Summoner's possession, they take away the Lord, and you are still shrinking there? I asked him if he was still a male.

"Wow."

And a word Chromal barked. I gave it back to him not to lick it.

My thoughts of the Lord are not small enough to stay here. Cromar barked that it would not be a waste to destroy the Childstone if he were to save the bowflowers he had decided with the Lord by his own will.

"Mailer"

And when Mr. Hinokagutschi nods satisfactorily, he tells him to spread his hands and jump into his own body.

"Wow."

So what can we do about it? and Cromar asks again. Failure is not tolerated if we are to act. The purpose is to save the Lord, not to ascertain his recklessness.

Again, Mr. Hinokagutschi nodded. And I told him. He said he would seal the tyrant inside himself just as he first planned.

But Mr. Hinokagutschi is a knife. You cannot approach tyrants on your own. So I needed legs to run, jaws to grab (agate). I asked Chromal for that.

"Aww, ooh, ooh, ooh."

Cromar rises determined. Outside, a friend of the Lord is still fighting desperately. If so, there is no reason not to go.

And Cromar ran out at once.

I'm not lost anymore. It was also here that the battle between one and the other began to restore the beloved Lord.