Master’s Smile

".................. chi"

Schwart was very frustrated.

I was so frustrated that there was no more.

What makes her so emotional is naturally masterful.

"Nhehe ~... Master ah... I really should go home...?

Roofygear makes a very deafening sweet voice.

If that's all you have to do is put up with the dirt on her ears, but how dare she snap into her master, the master of slaves (Chevalt), and tangle alcohol.

That was what greatly disturbed Schwart's mind.

A little liquor platter was now open in the elf settlement.

Because the settlement was burned by the betrayal of the elders, who were admired by many elves, and gave the elves a great shock, so it was the liquor festival that was held as a result of the thought of healing it at all.

Elves, who usually run a qualitative life and are not very mouth-watering races such as alcohol, were drinking to be bathed all this time.

If the elves had died quite a few times in this commotion, that would have been the only way to serve alcohol.

Fortunately, however, elves other than members of the Senate were also present taking refuge while the elders were burning their settlements and rampaging around.

The accumulated power of the elders belonged to members of the Senate who were mostly equally powerful.

That's why now the elves are drinking to forget the bad stuff.

"Hehe. So you smell good..."

"………………"

Roofigia was also under a lot of stress.

The leaders, the Elves of the Senate, are all dead, and what can we do now?

It also refers to the reward requested for the lease.

Well, that's a milestone where I'm not expected to say anything unscrupulous because I have a master and I'm basically not worried, but still, my life might change from the ground up to now, and she has a lot to think about.

And as a result of his escape to alcohol, he was able to do such a drunken roofie gear.

"(... for some reason, you should have gone back to the guild with your master)"

Schwart regrets his past miscalculations.

I didn't expect all the elves who should be worried about moderation to fall for it so much...

"(Well, it's worse to admire such an old stinking bug. I can't be as much of a person as a master, but I should have topped someone who looks like me for about a fingertip)"

Chevalt keeps spitting poison in his heart.

It was also a late escape where the situation taking place in real life was so unacceptable.

"Oh...? Yes, it's surprisingly muscular..."

"... eh... eh!?

Make your face bright red, and hehe. Luffy Gear is more drunk than you can imagine from time to time.

What a meaningful smile she makes the master's body crawl with her fingers.

This also requires Schwart, who was guarding his calm deposition, to keep an eye on him.

From its body, which stares at the guillotine and the roofie gear, absolute zero degree coolness is felt.

But Luffigia, who would normally have noticed, was now also very bold and dull with the power of alcohol.

No chills had arrived to inform her of the danger to this life.

Instead of what, the master had blued his face and shivered with rattles.

It seemed to reach those who were arriving.

"Hey, I did. Really, I should go home...?

The master answers the roundabout question by Roofigia with a bitter smile in his affirmation.

Seeing Shun and depressed roofie gear, Schwart mocks her all the time.

Sometimes what she had put up with so far was trying not to go out as a slave to the master, but this was also a big thing.

"(Phew... Interpretation, Roofigia is only one elf obsessed with this tiny forest. If you are not a member of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), which acts with the Master all the time, you don't even need to be vigilant)"

Yes, it was supposed to be.

"I didn't know you married me. Come on, I did."

"What... what...!?

Finally, Chevalt gets what he's thinking into words.

Being the perfect maid if not related to the master, she couldn't miss this statement on the boulders either.

"I think it's going to work. Hey, what's up?"

"(It will be decided you can't do it. Turn around, bug)"

I glance at it guillotinely, but it still doesn't reach drunk roofie gear.

The master, who is aware of Chevalt's anomaly, also manages to calm him down, but he doesn't even try to hear the velvety roofie gear.

"Say no to me, let's boost this elf settlement...... If it was something I could do, I'd do anything..."

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Schwartz is wary.

That Roofygear dyed his cheeks, loosened his chest and looked up at his master, not just because of alcohol.

From the master today, you will see the valley of the twin hills that is fruitful there.

"(This bug...... Huh! Have you finally come out to exercise your strength...... Huh!!

Presbyterians I guess they are trying to incorporate a master of mighty power because they lost their leadership base all at once.

If that's what you're going to do, it means you're going to even offer your own body.

Schwart could not see the less than full colour behind Roofigia's eyes.

"Yes..."

Roofigia gives a swinging look and slowly brings her own face closer to the face of the master.

From his eyes he must see lukewarm eyes and puffy lips.

Watching the roofie gear getting closer and closer to the master......

Schwartz couldn't stand it any longer.

Doss!!

"Gu...... Huh!!

Screaming like a crushed frog, Roofigia rammed from face to face to ground.

Behind her stood Schwart, holding the Devil's Sword, expressionless as to when he had moved and when he had taken it out.

They slapped him in the neck with the back of a sword.

One wrong step, he was definitely dead, but the ruggedness of Roofigia fortunately saved his life.

I wish I had stayed dead...... is in Chevalt's heart.

The master laughs bitterly as he puts healing magic on the roofie gear wondering if it is too much.

…………

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Walking with Stasta to such a master, Schwart lifted his arms gently all the time.

It's as if he dedicates himself to having valuables that can't make one scratch suffer, and the master tilts his neck at her like that.

Regardless of who he didn't know, Schwartz cares about him as much as his daughter does, so he could have been done with his hands, but he stayed.

That was a mistake.

Munchkin.

I could feel the warmth and softness conveying the master's hand, like I could hear such a phonetic sound.

"Huh..."

Chevalt leaks a hot, glossy exhale.

The master froze with a smile and lowered his gaze, roughly like...

――――――

He made sure his hands were buried in Schwart's busty chest, screaming without a voice.

Though he hastily tries to pull his hand out, he doesn't move quickly as Schwart pushes his hand more against his chest.

Why!?

Though unspoken, such emotions were stuck all over the face of the master.

"That, Master. I may be a little underpowered... but if you want to use it, whenever..."

Chevalt says that while dyeing his cheeks snugly.

"Wow, I'd be fine anytime......!

In addition, Schwartz pushes his master's hand against his own chest with one hand and begins to sully up his long made-up clothing skirt with one hand.

I can see good fleshy brown thighs and finally get to the point where I can see shorts......

"Fluffy..."

The master places his hands on the gray hair of Pont and Chevalt and gently strokes them.

Seeing as how he looked, he was smiling bitterly all over his face.

And I told him to rest assured, because I would not leave Schwartz and go somewhere.

The master was discerning.

Schwart says the master is afraid to live in an elf settlement with Roofiggia and leave the guild.

He said that he had managed to stop it by acting like he could not have imagined from time to time.

The guild members are all prospects.

Only this time, Chevalt, who was quoted as most of what he was thinking, dyes his cheeks pop.

Of course I was afraid, but there was also the antagonism that came from Roofigia's jealousy that she was obstinately pushing her body against her master.

"Yes. All the time...... all the time, put it by your side. Slaves by my side."

To Schwartz's words, he has always been a bitter master, I don't know.