Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

- I often remind you that in the spring.

Especially when I had a strong impression of someone's erotic shakedown and started socializing at some point -.

A year after the miracle of Ortimea.

"Yes, darling lunch. In fact, with the courtesy of the Knights of Martica, I was asked to hold a welcoming party at the Second Knights. So maybe we'll be late for the evening."

"Thanks, cute honey again today. I want to paint for the competition today, so I might be in the atelier by then."

If you fell in love, well, the two horses fit in the first place.

I wanted the funny girlfriend I met at the selection competition to remain interesting somehow. Though there were other heterosexuals I was concerned about, but at the end of the day she was the one who bothered me.

Until I found that one younger girlfriend somewhat loving, it was faster than I thought - Django fell in love.

I was even disgusted with him, one way or another, by the soft guy I met at the selection competition. Though there were other heterosexuals I was worried about, but at the end of the day it was him I was worried about.

It was early in my thoughts until I felt like liking him for something like that one older - Lunaquin fell in love.

The more sumptuous a third-rate romance story can also be seen in front of it, the more “cliché” the process by which the two become lovers is, but it is something to be seen with the eyes of envy rather than the white eyes.

It's not even a relationship that has a special tie, like someone else. Nor is it a relationship over a hopeless and spectacular training ground like someone else.

These are interesting because they are seen from the side.

We meet normally, we're normally in love, we're normally lovers, and we're not that happy.

"... hey, there's been a woman in and out of Darling's atelier lately, right?

What are you talking about?

However, when it comes to whether the relationship between the two lovers is normal, it is another story.

"I have a good nose. I smelled a woman I didn't know from yesterday's darling laundry."

"Yes, I don't like it, honey, that's... isn't there?

Gyuri, his eyes are swimming all over the swim.

"Right, that's my mistake!

If she behaves brightly,

"Ahaha, so, sooo! Okasina Honey Dana!"

He has nothing better to do than keep up.

"If it wasn't a mistake, I'd make it a blood festival about Darling, wow."

…………

There's still nothing happier than someone loving you.

- Django, the same goes for your bad femininity, but I think Mr. Lunaquin, who won't abandon you, is also deeply loving. No, if you change the way you look at it, her heart is enigmatic, without feeling too deeply in love.

Are there any mysteries that concern the instructor as well?

I still don't know why you lied about your gender.

On graduation day, Tihania had made a great decision.

"Mr. Cuno! I, Cuno, like you!

Squeeze your courage and tell the person you called behind the school building of the Third Knight Training School about your thoughts. He looks surprised, nervous about getting any response, and his heartbeat interval gets shorter and shorter.

After a while of silence, Fufu and Cuno took my hand gently.

"Mr. Cuno..."

I thought Tihania would have a brighter grin.

But if they made me push that hand against my chest, they realized it was ruthless to get it from reality. One person who has always thought it was him is the same “girlfriend” as himself.

Ha, ha. Ha, ha.

Special elasticity you can feel if you move your fingers to the swell that a man shouldn't have.

"Oh... what..."

"... me, woman. Forgive me."

If it's confusing, Cuno frowns in a bad way.

Tihania opened her eyes slightly as to where the shrugged courage of her inner maiden went.

"Damn...... that's fine!" Wow.

"Oh my God!?

In your seventeen years of life, Cuno, it was the moment when the loudest voice came out.

- You said it was a laugh because it's now, but you actually think that happened?

Then Cuno says you're going on a journey looking for yourself, and Mr. Tihania is going around about it with you.

They say the money that opened up the confectionery sale stall for anything is turning into road bank, so from Mr. Tihania's point of view, that's probably making years of dreams come true.

Because of that, it looks like we're in imperial territory now. Because national traffic has been restored so that people from the Federation can enter and leave the territory of the Federation.

If you see a pretty yellow stall somewhere, I'm sure it's them, so give them a call if you'd like.

I graduated and became a knight, Bojan. It's you and Mr. Nacolin, is that just the corrupt edge, assigned to the same unit of the same Knights to operate?

It's not particularly intended, but it seems to be them again.

Sometimes, it sounds more like a report from a subordinate, but is that difference the same... he's also famous for nearby troops, and he's often jealous of saying, 'If you're crazy talking fight, do it'.

I'm looking forward to seeing them again now that they've decided to take up a polar expedition nearby.

And you, Watrod, combine with Mr. Bridgecca...

In one of the back alleys of the Westerian capital there is a small shop called 'The Sanctuary of the Maidens'.

It was a sales restaurant run by Golander, who graduated from training school.

The store is dark in peachy tones, the interior is suspicious itself, very minors are unlikely to be able to step in, and even the average person is likely to hesitate.

But once you step in, one of them goes by without a leg.

There was another regular visit to the store one night.

"Oh, there you are. You're here again."

Out of the counter, Gorandol looked at the entrance and exit.

"Hey, I'm sorry you've been here so many times lately."

"Sorry, Gori!

Watrod and Bridgecca come in from behind the door that is chiming. His outfit, which correctly positions the glasses, is formal, and her outfit, which pushed him away and laughed, is ruffled.

"I don't mind because this one just makes money.... into what?

Standing in the eyes of the two people who put on the counter seat, Gorandol serves the customer.

"I'll have brandy."

"I'm raw!

Their tension is different whenever they look at it.

Bridgecca can play against Watrod, who always looks annoyed, as if he's sucking his life out of him. That was how it always seemed more and more pronounced today.

Gollandor laughed unexpectedly when it came to serving the item as ordered.

"Are you sure this is what you can do with your assistant?

"Oh, it's Gori! There are still a lot of cases that I solved with my own mind. And glasses, you know, sometimes you don't act well enough."

Bridgecca, who stirred up the raw beer, turns out to be a hard face to tell you not to listen to.

"Detectives, be thoughtful... that's my home lesson, but I've had enough doubts lately. Without her, we might not be able to go on like this"

I affirm her say that in a voice Watrod gave up somewhere.

"Huh? Are you serious, that?

That makes me suspicious.

"No, it's true, though sometimes you say, 'You decide who did this,' or inadvertently vandalize the crime scene, destroy evidence, or burn your hands."

"I wonder if you're free.... So what do you want to hear today?

Sometimes, Gorandol knows why the two of them are coming to the store.

They rely on information purchased by the Aputas familiar with the circumstances of the back society. Of course, because it is a good idea, I can provide the information, but at first it is a deal to get the corresponding amount.

"Do you know anything about this man?

Watrod puts a single photo on the counter.

"Oh, is that him? Hey... I think I'll take this one this time."

Gorandle, who saw the picture, put up four fingers after a little thought.

"Friend Price ~ " is forced to fold two fingers on Bridgecca with a full smile. She just rebuilt one and made her face "munch" strong.

It's a sign of intent not to give up any more.

"Alright, so I bought it!

"You're not surprising, are you?... What's this guy's name?"

Golander started talking about the man in the picture with his nose tinkling.