Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

Since then, I have taken my third daughter back to the mansion and introduced her to everyone.

Ghana was a little confused when Tino nostalgic for doing it, but he was still showing off his tundra. The dele rate seems to be high.

Orthea looked at Mr. Kagra and started calling him Ah. But I don't have the same skin tone. They have horns. Talking to each other with fists like a battle race. Often with perfectly admired eyes. Wow. Oh, I joined with him, but similarly, he called me Noi and missed me. It's good to work out, I'm a little happy.

Marsh was quick to get used to the two of them because my pace was worn with Mr. Sephi. But okay? Stay with me when we both work.

When I told Sefi that I hadn't taught my triple daughter how to use change, she was surprised how long I had noticed. When I said it from the beginning, they pushed me down for some reason. Time flips for about an hour. I was the last person standing because I was able to recover from that skill and use it continuously.

Originally, it was made up of heterogeneous races, so it was relatively fast to get used to. Although Mr. Eleanor initially seemed to have caught his face, it is unclear whether that was because he met with something that would bring him to the Demon Clan or whether it was about me buying a triple daughter. Still, Orthea told me with her fist that she had earned her position. He doesn't feel bad.

And now I'm in newbie education.

"Yes, gentlemen. Then I'll explain how we're going to do this."

In front of me is Mr. Dillitt as site manager, Tino and his triple-daughters as a worker in awe.

There is no whiteboard, so I wrote it down with charcoal on a stone slab made of stonewall. Fortunately, reading and writing was educated in The Beast Man Theory, so it's easy to do. Don't do it, Mr. Kirishna.

Even if it's a work process, it's a completely simple task.

1: Sort vessels by product type.

2: I and Sefi will pour the pre-made product into the container using a pattern and funnel for each type.

3: Make sure there is nothing on the container, and if there is, wipe the lid.

4: You're going to have to repeat that extensively.

The containers are divided into sizes and shapes for each type. It should be easy to understand because the pattern is also made to be divided into one cup for each type. I don't know how much I can sell until I get used to it, so at first, it means limited production. I'm not supposed to be that busy at first, so I'm going to teach Triple Daughter and Tino four-law arithmetic and self-defense techniques in between.

"Mm, Mr. Knob. This isn't for me, but do I have to?

Quickly, Orthea, who tried to put it into practice but struggled badly, begins to cry. Fast, fast.

"Orthea, it's quick to cry. Show your husband we can do this."

"Kuka-ku"

That's why Ghana is putting together a triplet of daughters. The person seems to be able to afford to do the stuffing work and care about the other daughters. Marsh says...... he only moves his fingertips firmly while sleeping!? Can I call it clever or something?

I thought you might be resistant to triplets bracketed with demons such as Mr. Dillitt and Tino, but it doesn't seem to be a problem on the surface. I don't know if it's on the inside, but I want to think it's okay. How could I... Yeah, I'll just have to take a triple daughter. If Mr. Dillitt and the others want, we can give them a lift home. These girls don't have anywhere else to go, so I'm in full charge, and I can't give this up. I hope not.

Then dinner party where everyone is. He was devouring his triple daughter to jump on a dish he'd never seen before. This is not a food deficient child, so eat calmly. What you're doing is wiping him around Orthea's mouth full of eating and giving him extra to Marsh, who was scratched from the side and had tears on his eyes because it's something he eats slowly. That's a supply or babysitter. Even here Ghana is calm and behaving like a sister. I think you're a child who can't handle it, but I also feel uncomfortable. No, it's a little too small to say what it is.

Three daughters get to sleep in a dorm away, just like Mr. Dillitt and the others. I asked Futuno and the others to buy sheets, change clothes, etc. while I was training as a rookie. I thought I was shining my eyes on these brand new clothes and sheets. Now I have bedding on the floor to get me to sleep, but shall I make a bunk bed? It's not that big.

Grass trees also sleep de late-night. I suddenly started waking up.

Oh, man. It's still dark because it doesn't even have electricity. Use the magic of the light to create a light sphere and move it in the direction of travel. Personally, I still don't like western halls. So I desperately remember the structure of a Japanese architect. I draw memories from my father because he was an architect and I've seen the drawings and the scene so many times. The plan is to build my castle house someday. If I made the city, I'd make it in a castle, like Wind Cloud Knobsada Castle. Dragon Divine Pond or something on a trap would be nice. If you fall from a stone, the dragon will eat you.

... Shiatsu, Gu, Hiku...

I finished thinking about that. On my way home. I can hear you sobbing. I'm in trouble when it comes to getting out in this world because it's a real ghost. No, no, it hasn't happened before, and what is it?

Just around the warehouse? Did you put anything suspicious in it?

Gee.

When I open the door, I see a small shadow there. No, it was in... Ghana?

He sits alone on his knees and cries. Although only vampires have red eyes.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh... is that you?

"Oh, what's up? In the middle of the night. Were you scared of something?

That's what I ask when I sit in line in Ghana with Posan. He tried so hard to say "eh... ahh..." but eventually he leaked pompously that he had settled down.

"Your husband... will you abandon us?

The look on Ghana's face when I said it was a sad one.

"We've been in that mall ever since we were mindful. I don't even remember my parents' faces. I only faintly remember the warmth of a bloody man who can hold me. Until then, I spent a lot of time looking after everyone in slavery under Master Kirishna. And I've seen a few of them sold. Some of them wrote to me saying they were happy, but most don't even know what happened. Sometimes I couldn't sleep because I was afraid of Altana, Marsh, or me."

Talk that far at once and exhale.

"And at last I was called. As soon as they called me, all I had was fear. The two names were immediately called, which made them a little thin, but I couldn't stop shivering about what kind of person they would send them to. Then they greet me warmly like this... but I'm glad that this is a dream. When I realized... there would be many scary adults in the cage looking down again. I couldn't stop crying if I thought so..."

This is my complete failure. I thought Ghana was a good kid out of hand. But she's a young girl, no matter how she stretches out. I should have guessed that sentiment because it came to all the things that were sold and unknown.

Ghanaian body jumped frighteningly when I put my hand over Ghanaian head. Speak gently not to frighten you as you stroke your head slowly.

"Ghana. You and the other two are here. I think it's family. I can't put him outside yet, but I promise I'll take him to Mr. Kirishna one of these days if he can change his appearance and protect himself. Mr. Kirishna trusts you and trusts me to keep you. Any time you want to free yourself from slavery. So don't worry. You can stay here."

Somehow I was crying at my eyes again as I spoke. But I don't think it's a sad tear until just now.

"... ahhh... Yikes..."

He buried his face in me and cried when he nodded so with a small squeezing voice. I'll hold her as she strokes her head until she settles down like that.

Eventually you got tired of crying. Ghana fell asleep as it was. I take him to the dorm away, holding him gently so he doesn't wake him up. Come on, 'Hide'! It's sneaky enough not to wake everyone up!!

All right, all right, you're both sleeping tight. I'll let Ghana down for quite a while and put some sheets on it.

- I just got out of the room softly... for some reason, Mr. Dillitt made me unsuspecting and getting a sermon is for the record. She looks like she's about fifteen, so she doesn't treat her like a lollicon, but if you're too excited. When the misunderstanding was solved, Mr. Dillitt apologized.

However, when I was in the main building, I was starting to get anxious that this was because I was making it too intense and hearing noises and voices. Next time, he vowed to develop the magic of soundproofing or silencing.