Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

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It is Kyrisia, the daughter of the Chancellor, who continues along the stone corridor towards her destination. I felt it was very heavy to take a step forward, albeit in the corridor of the royal castle, which was no different than usual. It's not physical. It is her mental problem.

The cause is obviously that brave boy. My father ordered me to dedicate myself to that body. A bunch of ramblings that get worse after being like that. What more do you want me to do now to you like a stranded lunatic?

My heart already tends to sink that should have been lighter just for not letting me see my face the last few days.

I got to the front of the brave man's room as I repeatedly thought that there was nothing I could do. When I reluctantly put my hand on the door knob, something sounds like it moves from across the door. Besides, Kyrisia was leaning her neck.

Did something happen to you when you said you were just rattled and trembling on the bed if you'd gotten there before? Nevertheless, I pushed open the heavy door because it didn't mean that I was still outside or that something would change.

Shiruguchi, chatty.

Hii It is her gall strength that should be praised, suppressed to a lesser and more screaming extent. Because in front of it was a slutty, miserable and unusual thing going on throughout the room.

Several brave ladies lay on the floor and bare their breath. Unobtrusive yellow mucus crawled over his skin. Their skin is exasperating and exhaling has a fever of fine things. But by contrast, there is no light in those eyes, and they are all uniformly vague and out of focus.

There is only a part of their armor hidden in their shadows. Are most of the bodies being taken in belong to soldiers who have come to see how they are? Topun and it no longer seemed to sink while Kyrisia was stiff.

Crisia stares at herself suddenly inside a room that doesn't even have a foot stomping ground. What the hell is going on? Why is there such a thing in the royal castle that you're supposed to be consolidating with defensemen? Why is he the only one in the center sitting there like nothing's going on? There is no answer to one of the things that the thought switches visibly.

"Dear... Al... S...?

In the middle of the half-hearted but dim room was a brave man standing surrounded by yellow mucus. No, I'm still uncertain about Cyrillic thinking when I think maybe I am. The face that I have seen over and over again is not his own, but I feel uncomfortable without being told. I shouldn't have even stood in time because of that thing that flew out of the sky. Now I was standing on exactly both feet.

Above all, it's the eyes that are changing. Those eyes, which were supposed to be black eyes, were golden and blinding in a dimly lit room. And you're supposed to be realizing that Crisia came in, but she's not speaking, she's just standing there, Bo.

Cyrillicia and the brave (?) the gaze intersects at the mundane moment.

"That je? Who are you, Yi?

When the voice was uttered, the agony of Kyrisia swelled up at once. Obviously, I'm not. Cyrillicia, who was sweating cold from the chills gushing from the depths of her body, said it was a story, but Sole continued his words as if to block it.

"Oh good ka. A treat at the corner. Itadaki Mass!

What? What is it?

Surely that is the voice of Ars. But the innocent voice felt a bottomless fear and disgust on her back. She hurried back to her heels and tried to escape. But at some point, something sticky crawled over without a sound tangled Kirisian legs and instantly dragged them into the room. It twitched and melted her clothes as she wrapped herself around it, trying to penetrate its interior.

(Yikes! Stop it! Ahhhh, ahhh, don't come inside me. Yikes!

Kyrisia with a voice that doesn't speak. The mouth is already blocked so that it can erode from the hole in the body. Although there was no pain, I was feeling hopeless when I realized that my body's senses disappeared little by little each time. Eventually even that heart...... It was as if the painting, which had been painted on the canvas of life over time, was black from the edge, unbroken, just painted black.

(Oh, hey, I disappear...... There's a mix and they rewrite and go. No, don't try to be one. I don't like this. Oh)

Things that were brave enough to look down satisfactorily like that being ravaged without even being able to resist. How long has it been? A shade inadvertently floats in its nimanic face.

"Weird na. Is there a part of you I can't eat? Eh, here. What do we do, Kana?

Slightly thinking about it also immediately made the decision with a smile like a garlic and a child.

"Mmm, Yoshi, I don't want ya!

When he decided to cut it off with utmost lightness, a dark crystal-like object was dragged out of the body of Kyrisia and thrown into the wall. The crystals are shattered and shattered and fall to the floor.

I hadn't noticed anything that was a brave man obsessed with eating. That a sphere of pale light that was about to disappear from that fragment rose out of the room.

"Now Yoshi. Ah? This kid just noticed. Doesn't look like me. Ka. Why didn't you notice before, Kana? Hmm, is it a waste of Cana to take it in?

Even with his troubled face, Sole is like a child given a good toy. I started some sort of work when I gave in as it was. He seems to be the type to immerse himself in one thing and hasn't given me an eye for anything else at the earliest. Are you annoyed by the light entering? The mucus stretches out and hands to the door (?).

Gee, Batan!

The door can be closed again. All that was only slightly audible was the sound of something crawling around.

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Gohoo, I'm about to crash with my neck extremed and I'm a bad knob sadda. Please all pay attention to bare strangulation. Ugh, seriously sucks.

"Huh, Humi Tan, no more. Please loosen it..."

If I tapped on the strangling arm and complained with tears for just a moment, the entangled arm was then untied and fresh air slipped into my lungs. Ooh, the air.

This is a village in places like the second half of the day until Gramada. I stayed there early and woke up early today, as I would have done around noon tomorrow. I couldn't sleep much sooner, though, so I was working with Fumi lightly. Earlier, it was the backdrop of a conversation about whether or not there was anything good about personal protective techniques and lecturing naked strangulation as a strangulation removal method that could be done with fine arms.

It's not like I would have crashed if I had enjoyed Fumitan's breasts that I would never snuggle with. Yes, I only attached myself to the guidelines to the point of criticism. He's sitting next to me. Do you look surprised?

"Oyabin, why are you smiling so good when you were strangled?

Naturally, only calls from Yatsufusa are made to me, so I'm not hearing any fumigations. I'm sorry, Yatsufusa. Your oyabine is dirty. [M] Mostly in desire! No, I don't, those breasts are bad. Let me assure you that as a self-proclaimed opium meister, the option of not indulging in that doesn't exist. That's good stuff.

Oh, you get chills on your spine?

"What... what... ma? Would you like to join me next? Ugh."

No, Mr. Eleanor, when?!? Just a little venture, is Wye hurt?!?

If you look for Fumitan to ask for help and clarification, you'll be sitting next to Yatsufusa in gym. That's a totally bystander. No, I know it's no offense, but I'm willing to watch the game.

Yeah, stay. I don't think they'll do it. Even I, Arthur, have grown up in giant fungal warfare. You're going to stand up to me with an arrow!

- Lady, fi!

K.O.!

Cancún Khan

When the sound of the gong sounds in my brain, I'm laying on Mr. Eleanor's ass and gibbering it up. Although my physical abilities are definitely improving, I was firmly held back by controlling my rigidity. I still think I fought hard. Ultimately, the hip-attack, which he didn't even intend to do, was stopped. It's a pleasure to meet you. But you still don't have enough experience when it comes to interpersonal matches. I feel like I'm swinging to an elevated status. We need to refine...

After that, revenge on the bed and sleep well is a matter of policy. There is!

Oh, my God. ♪ The level of the colored demon has increased. Pu dull.