Master’s Smile

This is a dream.

Anato soon realized.

It's impossible to have yourself in front of you, and that's obvious from the fact that she was praying to angels, not masters.

"Make you an artificial angel. Keep up the good work for the angels more than ever '

Says the priest who was praying with Anato.

At that time, she was nodding with a solemn face.

"Your sister is amazing! You're going to be an angel! We're here for you!

Little kids tell Anato.

At that time, she was smiling happily.

The scene changes.

Why are you doing this? Because this is what's good for us. They will feed the angels. "

An angel with white wings tells Anato.

She was crying sadly at that time.

Anato keeps crying as he nods.

Anato now looked at her in such a past with cold eyes.

If you have time to cry, you can stand up.

Nor could she have done what she took for granted now.

Reminds me of my embarrassment and pity, Anato is in a bad mood all at once.

But the next moment such emotions disappeared all at once.

"Master......"

There was a man reaching out to Anato in the video.

He turns the top of the Buddha hard into a smile and comforts her in a creepy way.

And Anato in the video reached out to grab that hand...

"... sucks"

Anato woke up.

Vision shows the ceiling of the private room of the Demon King's Castle given to himself.

I didn't see past memories until earlier...... but I stuck it firmly behind her brain.

It's a past I've never forgotten. So now they dance in the past...... there is no such thing.

"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to sleep again."

Anato sighs so much.

She was stunned with sweat all over her body and Negrije stuck to her abundant limbs.

Like sleeping twice, it's uncomfortable to dream about the past again.

I think I'll stay awake... but for that I woke up too soon.

There will be a few more hours before then rather than the sun is about to rise.

"... let's just... let's get sweaty."

If you're not going to sleep, let's change our mood.

And Anato went out of his bed, and went out of his room.

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Fluffy walking anato.

Her consciousness is terrible, but her body doesn't seem to be either.

That would be the case, too. The other day, Pope Zelnike fought through a religious war that Anglicanism could never beat, and fought hard against Pope Dennis.

Furthermore, after that, the real angel Meltron appeared and became mentally exhausted.

Even after the war, he spent time preparing an attitude of acceptance for those who tried to saddle from post-processing and angelicism to masterhood.

Simply put, Anato's body is a mess.

So I took a hot shower because I know I should go to bed early......

"... subtle"

I took a shower to change my mind, but I couldn't say I'd gotten much better.

Oh, my God, I can't let my past memories snap in my head.

No, I've never forgotten it before, but I can't help but be depressed when it shows so firmly behind my eyelids.

"What am I going to do?

Anato thinking while walking slowly.

For a while, shall I walk fluffy and chill my head?

It was Anato who was headed for the balcony thinking so......

"Oh?

In front of her the office...... I mean there was the door to the room where the master usually works.

When did you get here?

I wasn't entirely conscious, but was I walking unconsciously for a master?

I was bitterly laughing that you wouldn't be here...

"Oh?

There was light leaking from the gap in the room.

No way, are they still here?

"Excuse me."

I knock lightly and let him peek into my face......

"Master"

A master with a gentle grin as usual asked gently what was wrong.

When I saw his smile, the heavy pressure that was all over my heart lightened up all at once.

As usual, does it change so much just because someone is nearby who doesn't change?

I'm surprised at my own change.

"Yeah, hey. I remember a long time ago..."

Anato nods honestly to the question of whether he can't sleep.

This would not have said anything if the 'Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' members had been opponents, not masters.

He's the one who can expose his own weaknesses.

If I show them, they'll just attack me here, so I can never say.

To Anato's words, a master who nods.

I guess meeting Meltron, an angel, and being called an artificial angel inspired me to intensely recall the past.

Damn, I find it troubling that it was something you did extra.

"Right. I'm glad to hear that too..."

If you can't sleep, the master suggests we talk a little bit.

Remove alcohol from anywhere.

It's also quite fascinating to be alone with the master and drink alcohol at night, but Anato had an idea in his head.

I guess she looks weak now, from the master.

"(If that's the case, I'm lying about not using this)"

Anato laughs like he doesn't look like a nigga and master.

The struggle of the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla) over the Master is getting more and more intense every day.

Those who don't miss these little opportunities can turn him into something!

Note that the master doesn't know such a battle.

"If I were to talk to you, could you please do me a favor while I sleep?

Anato saying that with both hands together.

Fortunately, there is a simple bed in the office so that you can get a temporary sleep.

The master solidifies for a moment and laughs bitterly.

It's like saying something like Laradi, he said.

"I hope you don't say you're like a child. Wow"

Anato treats Laradi like a child.

The little Laradi in her said, 'I'm kidding!' I protest but ignore it.

Master showing Anato's tricks that bother him hmm.

After all, she is already a mature woman, even if she cherishes herself like her daughter.

I worry that putting such anatomy and bed together......

"I don't think so? I'm a little anxious to remember the old days..."

Seeing Anato say lonely, I couldn't refuse.

The master informs him of his acceptance and finally gets up and goes to bed.

Therefore, I never noticed an anato laughing niggly.

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"Heh heh. Look, don't be shy. Lie down fast."

Anato speaks to the master as he rises to bed but remains seated.

The master laughs bitterly at Anato for saying such childish things.

Weren't we supposed to talk?

"Well, lie down."

Anato laughs with pleasure.

During the battle with Meltron, I feel a long way from home since the master asked me to stop saluting him.

Nothing, it wasn't that the master was forcing reverence, it was just that Anato started using reverence on his own when he launched something called masterhood, but maybe he was at a distance from nature.

For that reason, she was in a great mood right now.

"Look, early."

Pomp and tap the next bed to remind the master.

He looks at Anato with the kind of eyes he sees a selfish child, and he lays down like he has no choice.

As the Great Sister of Masterhood, Anato coaches a religion that has now become a great place.

The fact that I had the only place where I could be sweet was also giving her peace.

"(Heh heh. You were right to shower first. Wow)"

I didn't expect this kind of opportunity to turn around.

If I was all that surprised and sweaty, I wouldn't have even been able to approach you like this before I took a shower.

Master, give me your arm.

Sweet anato all the time here.

She is also one of quite a few ancient ginseng members alongside Reese, but she had no shame.

The master also seemed to think that whatever he did would be the same when he got here, offering his arms without any resistance in particular.

Anato carefully set it in its own head position, holding it full and placing his head on his arms pompously.

"Huh!?

And he opens his eyes, always calmly closed.

"(I wonder what this is!?

Awesome comfort in bed.

Anato has used pillows that can be described as luxury until now, but the master's arm pillows had something easily surpassed it.

Nothing, it doesn't mean it's soft.

Rather, it has muscles and is a little stiff.

And yet, what is it, this comfort of sleep?

"(Ah... this is a little...)"

From the time she succeeded in dragging her master into bed, Anato had no hair, such as her intention to have a peaceful conversation.

Although inferior to Coolin, he was nevertheless plotting to seduce his master by demonstrating the finest style of his guild.

But the plan was about to end in failure before it was implemented.

Oh, my God, the master's arm seems to have fitted her head.

Originally, Anato was shown something like a nightmare and was originally brought up at bedtime.

The drowsiness that had been pushed in by being in the arms of an absolutely reassuring being, a master, was striking once and for all, even if it could control sleep, but it was not an emergency.

"(I don't want to... I don't know)"

Such a good opportunity to be alone in bed with the master may never come again.

But now she even thought that was okay.

Anato searched for the perfect style to sleep in the mess and decided it was best to sleep while turning to the master and burying his face in his body.

Doing so caused the earliest irresistible drowsiness to strike me.

Anato meditated on his lid without resisting it.

"Sooo..."

Her sleeping face was the most serene face of the last few hundred years.

By the way, the master, who was told to talk and was led to bed, felt like he had left me behind.