Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

For the night watch, Lianya chose the second.

In order, I got to say Theon, Lotus Ya, and Lona, but there's a good reason for this.

Considering that after eating, taking a break, cleaning dishes, etc. and throwing them into the event, and then going to bed until the next morning for roughly eight hours, when the three of us take turns while watching, the allotment for each person will be allotted one or two for two hours.

Here is one thing to say that you have to be second in charge in order to give the first Scion a break in two hours.

And with Lianya in charge of the second, both Theon and Lorna can stay asleep for a long time in a row.

Only the second person in charge has to put up with half an hour of sleep saying he sleeps two hours, wakes up three hours and sleeps another three hours.

This is plain tough.

I know it's tough, so I can't let the Scions do it.

But there is no clock in this world.

Without a clock, hourglass exists for some reason about how to measure time, and adventurers carry hourglasses that can measure roughly an hour.

I weigh the timing of turning this over a few times, but nothing happened that night. Time went by, and eventually the night dawned.

The problem occurred at dawn.

Lotus Yaya, who had changed watches with Lorna and was trying to sneak into her sleeping bag and even block her eyes and ears to sleep, woke up feeling breathless as she was relaxed and going into shallow sleep.

The first thing I noticed was that I couldn't move.

I was aware that I was in a sleeping bag, so I could only scratch like a worm, but even the motion of scratching was half-sealed.

Plus I feel some weight on my body.

The idea of being raided was the first to deny it.

If it was Scion outside, it was a conceivable situation, but it was Lorna who was on guard outside the moment.

It means that even if it was a pompous, pompous, loose-looking atmosphere, he's a person who's been trained to do more than say he's a knight.

It's hard to think about allowing someone to raid without even speaking up.

Because the only person you can think of is the one who was in the tent from the beginning.

"No, no, that kind of used happenings actually happen..."

The construction of sleeping bags is easy to understand if you imagine a wipe bag the length of which each human can fit softly into.

In order to increase thermal insulation, it is in a bag made of cotton fabric and tightened with a string so as not to let the air inside escape at the neck.

Regardless of the comfort of sleeping, the warmth is quite something, so I thought travelers would treasure it, and it is an item that the adventurers are buying because of the delay in responding to sudden raids, etc.

When Lianya saw it, she had decided to modify it to make it absolutely easy to use sooner or later, but she had no time for it this time, she had no choice but to hold the knife in the bag at bedtime, tear the bag out in case of emergency, and use the sleeping bag.

For once, it is generally normal to sleep in a blanket, but Lianya categorically disagreed that she could not sleep in such a light bedding, which is what caused the introduction of sleeping bags.

I was in that condition, so I just bent my neck for now and looked over my chest, and there I could see a brunette's head, kind of pressed around.

Do you get in the way of boulders when you sleep, hair that is usually tied at the top of your head is naturally flushed to your back, and even though it's just that, you kind of feel more feminine than usual, which surprises you.

I usually laughed naggingly at the look on Rin's face, whether it was because of her falling asleep, and I couldn't even imagine what kind of dream she was dreaming about, but she rubbed her head and cheeks from time to time.

Hold your boiling head down with the force of your will, Lianya sorts out the status quo.

I don't know how, but Scion, who cleverly crawled out of his sleeping bag, was wearing a shirt and thin trousers so that he could respond immediately if anything happened, as he was in the camp, but I guess he enjoyed the cold at night in that outfit.

Originally, I wish I could have gone back to my sleeping bag, but I supposedly couldn't have been asked to be that clever in my sleep.

So didn't Zion stick with all his might to the muddy chunks right next door?

If the contents of that chunk were Rhona, it was not much of a problem, but luckily the contents are Lianya.

If Lorna finds a place like this, she manages to escape from Shion's arms if she doesn't know what kind of eye it will fit, but Shion is in a state where she clings to Lorna Ya disappointingly using both hands and feet in full, so in Lorna Ya, who is in a worm state in her sleeping bag, she can neither get out nor peel her arms out of her sleeping bag, so she can't pull them off.

Besides, Shion's head is generally in the position of Lianya's chest. Moreover, the sleeping bag is thick and rubbish, so it doesn't feel like the main character of the story where she said that the girl smells good or has a soft feeling.

Simply, heavy restraints.

Besides, a plague god that causes a lot of misunderstanding and damage if found.

This is the assessment that Lianya gives to Zion.

"Hey... get up, Theon?

"Ngu...?

Often Lianya becomes silent in some strange reaction.

Sion, voiced, showed only a few crumby reactions, but soon he slips his head around again and presses it into Lianya's sleeping bag and falls asleep.

"Hmm..."

"Don't make strange groans. Hey, seriously, wake up. If Lorna finds me here, I'm in trouble..."

"... what's wrong with me?

I heard a prolonged voice, so if you look at the entrance to the tent, Rhona, with her eyelids halfway down and a sleepy face, is just sticking her head in the tent.

To that expression, at first misunderstood quotes, Lianya, fearful that she would be shouted, managed to arouse Zion or stood hard to escape from its arms, but after a while she stopped realizing that she had no reaction from Lorna.

If you look at it, Lorna is still staring at Lianya and Zion with a sleepy face, with only her neck stuck in the first position.

To the atmosphere, Lianya, who felt something strange, spoke roughly.

"Oh, man. Lorna?"

"... Huh?

There's still something wrong with the reaction.

I'm supposed to be asleep for at least five hours, but that eyelid doesn't feel strange when it completely falls, and I keep going up and down.

"... what's up...?

"I don't know what this is... kind of awesome... sleepy"

"What the hell are you talking about..."

"Ugh... I'm sleepy. Theon, I have a good one..."

Lianya is stared at and panicked again.

"Hey do it. This is how I woke up... I didn't feel weird."

"Yeah,... it's a scion hugging habit... I haven't seen much lately...... Mostly, even though I try to get weird...... Lenya, you can't even get your arm out of there, can you?

It certainly was.

Even though he says it's hard to get physical movement just because he's in a sleeping bag, Shion's arms, hugging Lianya, are securely anchored to Lianya's arms and cannot be moved.

For once, I have a knife, so it seemed like I could handle it if I tore the bag apart, but it would be a shame to cut and break it, even though it's not an emergency that directly connects to the danger to my life, besides not being such a cheap substitute for the sleeping bag itself.

"Lorna, I can't move with this. I managed to peel off Scion..."

"Oh, it's a big pillow..."

"To?"

Without knowing what they said, Lotus Ya, who inquires with a loose voice between them, sneers and breaks into the tent so that Lorna, with her usual grin, can lean over.

The appearance is kind of similar to the movement of cat beasts in carnivores, and Lianya tries to back off, after all, without moving.

"I... I'm so sleepy."

"Wait, what happened to the watch?

"Such a safe toco, no demons or people attacking you."

Opposite of Zion's clinging, Lorna lay down all the while clinging to Lianya's sleeping bag, as Zion did.

"Goodnight then..."

"No, seriously, that's because it's absolutely crazy!

Lianya won't even be able to stand back because of her clinging from both sides.

Like Zion, Lorna said, rubbing her cheeks around.

"Lenya felt better when she pushed my thick one rather than being pushed by the thin one of Scion..."

The much pressed is probably due to the different volume of the ground, or even the fabric of the sleeping bag conveys the softness that you can clearly tell from it.

Unexpectedly, I thought it was okay to stay like this - and Lianya shook her head in a panic.

"In that kind of problem...... is it thin or thick or whatever the hell!?

Theon's expression seemed kind of grumpy, and his arm stirred with strength.

Even though the restraint was tight, it got even tighter, and Lianya felt like she heard some disturbing noises from around her arms and chest.

Conversely, Lorna, who seems to have won somewhere, tightens Lianya's body with the power to tangle her arms with Zion, while this one also makes too much noise.

Once upon a time, a swordsman is not an apprentice.

Once upon a time, even if you call yourself an official knight.

Its arm strength is undoubtedly a substitute forged to wield a weapon, and Lianya's body screams when such a thing is sprayed from both sides.

"Yes, I do!? It breaks!? It cuts a thousand!? Get off me, you guys!

"Hmm... yah..."

"You say you're sleepy..."

It was Lianya who felt uncomfortable with the situation and couldn't keep up with the understanding, but apart from the two situations, Lianya's head was starting to sound the alarm.

This situation is strange.

Being held by two women is not.

Lorna, who was on guard, complained of drowsiness and could not resist it.

If you are going to name a knight by the bend, you must be quite trained, and it is hard to think of losing your drowsiness and failing to be vigilant because it is enough to escort Zion, who doesn't know who is there but seems to be high up there.

But in reality, Lorna is trying to slip back into sleep with Lianya's sleeping bag in her arms.

This can't be normal.

It came already when Lianya put her strength into the hand holding the knife she was holding, trying to destroy her sleeping bag and force her to regain her physical freedom.

It was the fierce sleeper who attacked Lianya.

Impossible, screams in the corner of his head.

Sure, it was irregular sleep, but the sleep there was decent.

Furthermore, when I woke up, I remembered the somnolence that was difficult to work with when I said that I was completely blown away by drowsiness, etc.

"Artificial... or some kind of attack that's not human?

Now I have a feeling that if I lose the drowsiness that strikes me, I probably won't wake up for quite a while.

If that happens, the three of them will be completely irresistible.

That, as it were, could be said to be directly linked to the danger to life.

"Do you want them to slaughter you?

I heard such a voice in Lianya's ear, desperately fighting the sleeper.

I can see that the core of my head is cold and the sleeper pulls away at the word "kill".

"If you're gonna fuck that shit, and you're gonna fuck the twat, right now, right?

"You should. The magic of can be easily solved by sound or pain, depending on how it is done. Anyway, if you have more than one person solidified, you better not get your hands on it."

"Shit. You can't help it. Well, just the stupid side of them you can worship later."

There are signs of people moving outside the tent.

The voice sounded familiar.

Bad mouth was the voice of that man who said Zest.

It was the voice of the young woman who stopped the action, but Lianya makes a hit, perhaps a party member mage.

Apparently, they did the magic of letting the creatures sleep around them.

But Lianya wonders why she did it, but she doesn't have an answer.

While I was doing that, the signs outside seemed to have moved a lot, but after a while I was away, things stopped making noise.

What the hell is going on out there?

With unanswered questions, Lianya was worried that she would be able to get out of this tent safely in the tightening from both sides, which was becoming dangerous.