No Fatigue: 24-jikan Tatakaeru Otoko no Tenseitan

So, the office door opens with momentum.

"Ouch!

Buwa-san spreading his white wings and jumping in... of course it was Asura.

Asla's exact age is unknown, but she looks about 15 or 6 now. As an old man, he's a small man.

Long black hair, clear white skin. My last lifestyle tailored piece suits me well.

"... Asura"

"It's Hi-Ma. - Ugh!

Asura said as she peeled off her teeth.

Anyway, it's the one who's going to say things all over his body.

"How was Frostbite?

"I just saw it from the sky, but it's unusual - and! Always!

"Right. Thanks."

Asura, who can fly, was asked to reconnaissance from above.

but empty.

It's been a year and a half since I set up an embassy based in Mithrandia, but it's been "unusual" ever since.

Exactly, you wouldn't have to be Asla to get tired of it.

I can't help it, so in my spare time, I've done a lot of things I can.

For example, I have tried diving from one end into a dungeon around the Empire.

Back then, we split into four squads, me, Jeremiah, Asura and Stef, each of whom took his men to compete for who could attack the most dungeons.

By the way, the results are Jeremiah 1st, Steph 2nd, me 3rd, and Asla 4th. I'm the only one on official business who was at a disadvantage in time. Ma, you won't have to sleep, you'll need as much handouts as that.

The competition at this time made the dungeons around the Empire dive out, and soon there was nothing left to do.

Concon, and I heard a knock on the door leaving it open.

There stands a beautiful dark elf girl who looks like a late teenager.

Still no sign. Sometimes even I have a class that specializes in detecting the signs of "spiritual elders" and manipulating "chi" can't catch the signs.

Needless to say, it's Jeremiah.

"I'm home, Mr. Edgar"

Jeremiah smiled pale and said.

Jeremiah will be 22 this year, but her growth has almost stopped due to her dark elf characteristics. If it just looks like it, it would be about me and Tame right now.

And this goes without saying - I was growing up to be a super beautiful girl.

Sarah's silver hair and neat face. Purple eyes seem to suck in.

The luxury is the same, overall in a slender shape.

If you compare the size of your chest, does it feel like Stef > > > (an insurmountable wall) > > > Asla > Jeremiah?

Because they are each beautiful girls (beautiful women), what is wrong with them because they are small?

"... Mr. Edgar? Have you thought of anything rude?

... don't forget that the sharpness of the survey also leaves the group out.

Asura also has something like a wild survey if you call it a survey, but Jeremiah's that must be the so-called "woman's survey" one.

"How's the new capital?

Ask to distract from the story.

"Hmm, isn't it going well? I think it will fit in as planned."

Jeremiah was in the middle of the empire, in the Somtern hills, to see the new imperial capital, Cureberg.

...... Culeberg. Yeah, well, that's the name they gave me because I'm Edgar Culver. I told you not to, but the hundreds of super generals who saved my life didn't tell me. Though I think it would have been better to be made Edgargrad, which was the first idea.

"Everything's going well over there..."

I said as I bit the yawn to death.

Speaking of which, there have been occasional yawnings lately. It shouldn't make you sleepy with [difficulty unemployed], but is it an instinct stained with the human body?

"... you've been free lately"

Jeremiah seems to agree, and I'm going to say that.

"What are we gonna do about this year's militant tournament?

"I'm sorry, but this is a pass."

Jeremiah's militant tournament is a tournament-based tournament I hosted in the Federation.

It was in honor of Mr. Alphesia's development of the television and the creation of a large screen in each city.

The result was a subtlety that I, the organizer, would win, but the tournament itself thrived.

It should be noted that the semifinalists are Jeremiah, Steph for third, Alfred for fourth, and Asla do not participate.

Culvert forces are too strong for anything, so he has declined to compete since the second time. Sometimes it's hard for me to participate (even if I can't fly a magic helicopter) because I'm in Nakahara.

"Manufacturing is beyond what I can do."

It was only in the first few years that I was able to contribute to Mr. Alfecia with my knowledge of previous life. It is now entirely Mr. Alphesia's private arena. Magic guided helicopters, automobiles, duplexers, refrigerators, air conditioning. We have almost developed products in the last decade that do not require computers or heavy industry.

Not all of them are practical and popular. There are too many things Mr. Alphesia can do at the moment.

Mr. Alfecia's willingness to develop didn't know it was fading, and now he seems to be immersed in designing computers. I can make magic circuits, too, Mr. Alphesia, so pragmatization won't be about that distant future.

... When this happens, I also feel like I know that Attiella, the magic god, sealed it for fear of Mr. Alphesia.

Brother David, who had a crush on Mr. Alphesia, also recently found out that the world in which he lives was different, and he lives amicably with Princess Irvara.

Anyway, there's nothing left for me to do in the manufacturing field.

That's why these days I've been busy killing myself for clerical work and socializing as a hero of the Empire, a special ambassador of the Federation.

"Then play with me!

Asra jumps over the desk and hugs me around the neck.

"Wow, and... that? Speaking of which, what happened to Knight?

"Night," which was Asla's second personality.

Unlike multiple personalities due to mental illness, in the case of Asura, it is due to the forced integration of several personalities who were originally separate (including demons). Much of it was integrated into Asla's personality, but only Knight, who had a strong ego as a vampire, resisted that integration. As a result, some Asuras were to survive another personality named Knight.

but this problem has already been solved.

It is, of course, the work of Mr Alphesia. Mr. Alphesia created a "vessel" with a similar appearance to a fairy. This vessel is an empty vessel that holds no soul.

In this empty vessel, Knight's consciousness was implanted. Mind-uploading, which was supposed to be at least a hundred years ahead of us in science and realisation in previous life, but it seems possible for Mr. Alphesia, who could even make fairies.

As a result, Knight has entered the fairy's body and, just as Melvi is attached to me, he is serving as the director of a dangerous Asura.

He said, "Are you there?

and Knight put his face out of Asla's backpack.

Asura's backpack is specially crafted to keep the feather movement out of the way. Night can't be grabbed when Asla flies at high speed, so she's supposed to get inside the backpack.

Knight, out of his backpack, was dressed like a vampire: dark hair, red eyes, bat-shaped feathers. Since it is a fairy body, her appearance remains the same after ten years.

"You may have forgotten, but I'm here too."

The voice was heard from Jeremiah's back.

I pulled out the sword Jeremiah bore on my back.

Not as big as Steph's sword. I'd say it's somewhat of a skinny, orthodox sword. but I can't say that my mouth is ripped that this sword is not special, etc.

Holy Sword (Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler)). Now resides the consciousness of the original user, Mr. Alchelato (Shiel).

As for Mr. Ciel, it was also possible to transfer consciousness to a fairy. but in that case, the "Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler)" that loses consciousness to control becomes just a sword.

That was a waste, and Mr. Ciel chose to remain in the "Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)" even though he was troubled. Because we found a fitter named Jeremiah, and we just got into the fairy's body, and we can't fight like we used to because of size issues.

Instead, Mr. Ciel neatly planted his sword and magical moves on Jeremiah.

There are a lot of unique skills in it that are difficult for me to even imitate.

It goes hand in hand with Jeremiah's talent to a level that might even be dangerous for me if I really fight.

"I mean, come on, Edgar, I think you should get hungry."

Mr Ciel says.

"Until now, Edgar, I've put up with the fact that you're still physically young. But it's time for Jeremiah to be the limit, right? Even Asura doesn't think she can stay a brother and sister forever. I want to move on to the next step. And how are you going to take responsibility for Mr. Steph, who's following you and is about to miss his wedding date?

"Ugh..."

Words get stuck in Mr. Ciel's honesty.

"I can no longer marry any more than this has happened. This is starting to make me wonder if it's not bad... but not for all living people."

"So, but..."

He hesitates to ask me, Asura holding onto him.

"Come on...... about me, don't you like me?

"Gu..."

I don't hate it. I don't hate it, but if I'm being honest, I don't want to do the temple of a previous life online novel called "Helping Poor Girls Cheat and Slave Harlem," which is hooked. I don't deny that kind of encounter, but I know each other well enough to cultivate respect and love for them... I know if that's what you mean to marry at the end of a relationship like that. Against the girl I helped, "I'm gonna make you my woman! Thank you!" I don't want to take such an attitude.

Knight says.

"Aren't you too high an ideal? There's a girl who's in love with you, and you don't feel bad about those kids either. What kind of obstacle would you say we have here?

Knight's words poke one side of the truth.

I had little romantic experience in my previous life. Maybe that's why they want so much in love.

"Well, gentlemen, please bully the boy too much. Because you've been thinking a lot about it."

Stef treats me like that.

Jeremiah grabbed the steph.

"Mr. Steph can say that because he's destiny!

"Ho, fate? That's not true! My real wife is a Jeremiah lady, and we're talking about what to do after that."

"Eh! Wait! I like my real wife, too. Asura has to be the best. Fuck!

Strengthens Asura's ability to cling to me.

From the other side, Jeremiah clings on, who has twisted without a sign.

And I don't know what you thought, from behind my head, Stef hugging me with all his thoughts.

Steph's, the biggest tits in this mansion are crushing behind my head.

Distracted by that feeling, Jeremiah, who sensed it, releases the knife and is slashed towards Steph.

Steph intercepts this at his leisure, Sweden, by pulling out the sword on his back. Jeremiah also pulled out the "Space Wing Grip (Space Ruler)" on her losing and back.

Straight above my head, Stef's sword and Space Feather Grip (Space Ruler) began to clash, and a fierce impasse began.

"Edgar, you're mine. - Whoa!

"That's why Boy can get away with it. Wow!

"Munchkin '!

Sparks scatter along with the bumping sound of gang gang gang and metal.

I didn't feel comfortable living on a sword trident that could play right over my head.

There,

"Uh-huh!

And Asla barked.

Innumerable demonic abilities lie asleep in the Asura that has been made an experimental object of Chimera.

From that, Asura seems to have used the dragon's roar.

Stef and Jeremiah were blown to the roar of the dragon, even accompanied by a shock wave, and clashed against the office wall.

We were both safe with our passives, but it just seemed like our heads were cold.

"Fighting is damned! I'm telling you!

Asura, that Asura said something decent.

I stroke Asura's head okay.

"Out of the blue, Asura may be a powerful enemy..."

"Hey."

Jeremiah and Steph snapped dissatisfied but put their swords back on their respective backs.

This kind of crazy talk (physics) has gotten intense in the last six months or so.

At the age of eighteen, I will be old enough to marry by previous standards.

I had put it off in that name, but since that eighteen year old is finally approaching, they're all in a uniform hurry.

Fighting is not the only thing. Compete and bump into each and every task accomplished. I think we've been good friends before... I guess this is my fault after all.

Even so, I can't organize my feelings well.

I'm not sure I can take Jeremiah or Asla's wounds as they are. Well, there's no way I can have the confidence to support you throughout my life. Originally, I'm an introverted gamer, and I don't like relationships, all the more so if that's a romantic relationship.

And - paperwork that never cleans up from earlier.

At night he is treated like an uncomfortable hero in meetings and social circles.

There is no curtain for me to go out on the scene because the hundreds of motivated generals support the front line without any problems.

Skill development, which was a hobby, has also lost its novelty as mesmerizing skills and classes have been canvassed over the past decade.

I don't know... I'm tired (...).

No, I know I don't get tired of [hard work], but it seemed like I was pretty depressed to be supposed to do an inside job that I hadn't had a connection to since I came to this world.

Still, they are treasured for making fewer mistakes and processing them quickly thanks to [difficulty failing], even letting them help with the affairs of the Empire. I wanted to teach you how to manage documents in a previous life style. I was thankful, and yet I was to be treasured. They want to take me into this country somehow in the Empire, and their friendship with the most beautiful female knights and royal princesses among the hundreds of super generals is brought from next to next. It could be a smokescreen in that sense to marry the Jeremiah's, but I didn't like marrying them for that reason.

In other words, the harder you work, the more work you get, and the more pressure you get from each side. Well, there was something like a happy scream at first, but now it was just a pain in the ass. I'm sorry to everyone who does well, but I'm sorry, and I can't even spill my stupidity poorly.

Pretty much... sounds like you're holding it together.

Melancholy, I'm left to talk about the women who have to shake.

I was just blurry, stretching the exotic streets out my window.