"A guy named Tired doesn't know what he's capable of. Should I say I can't see the bottom?"
Within Recommended 11, Nyanton came into contact with his nurturing husband in his usual place and cut him out so.
"He looks like a kid, but he's strangely grown up, and he even imitates taking backstreet tissue in his hand. You think he's a famous sorcerer when you look him up? I'm in the realm of fantasy in real life."
"You don't trust me and you're on guard?
"Because I basically don't believe anyone. There's not a single person in this world who deserves to believe, and he never shows up."
Nyanton says it doesn't even seem funny to her husband.
(He's pathetic. But that's why you can call it lonely)
My nurturing husband thinks. Nyanton's usual unwieldy attitude is also well understood from the current dialogue. In Nyanton, I guess it's a schematic that only you and those who look up to you in this world. Or even if there are abolitionists who are not comparable to and outrank him, they can only perceive it to the extent of their competitors.
(Might be pathetic from the surroundings, but this guy doesn't recognize himself as such. I'm trying to make a world out of it.)
That's why my nurturing husband was attracted to Nyanton, and he stepped on that he would be a comrade, and that reading was right. On the contrary, he worked more than my nurturing husband could have imagined.
"You're the only one I have to talk to about that tiredness. That was my enemy originally."
I wonder if it would be okay to talk to Nyanton, who is suspicious, while anxious and remembering, reveal the circumstances of his tiredness.
"You showed me your willingness to cooperate, even though you were an enemy. That's why I can trust you."
"You don't think I'm an approaching spy pretending to trust you?
Nyanton, who will look stunned.
"No. I can see that. Tired is really putting my shoulder in."
My nurturing husband forcefully affirms.
"What's an enemy in the first place? That's the first story in itself."
"Ah..."
Nyanton asks me, and my nurturing husband, who I had already intended to say, accidentally puts his hand on his mouth.
"I'm sorry. I didn't say that. My ex-lover asked for real help to take me down. I don't know the details, but they're like there's a chance we can do that. I was tired of using purifying spirits to get rid of real spirits. It doesn't seem to work very well in this space, though."
"Why don't you say that first!
"Oh, I forgot."
To Nyanton, whose voice is absurd, her nurturing husband wandered.
"But it's big enough to draw a guy like that to your side the other way."
"You didn't say anything foolhardy, get the enemy's intel. You haven't heard anything for that matter."
"Ugh..."
A nurturing husband who gets pointed out by Nyanton and gets bored by words.
"Yes, I'm going to call you tired now. I'm not in."
He is a nurturing husband who can't play games, but it was possible if he was about searching for players.
"No, if you were really on my side, you'd be talking enemy information from the other side, wouldn't you? Doesn't that mean we're enemies, after all?
"Uh... no... that's... ugly..."
Nyanton sighs when he sees his nurturing husband holding his head.
"I don't think I'm tired of being the enemy. Sounds like Nyanton's right to reason, but I'm tired and I actually deal with it, and I believe you. So don't you doubt it either."
A nurturing husband who, while upset, demonstrates and orders his thoughts.
Congratulations.
Nyanton was slightly discouraged by his nurturing husband, but since the nurturing husband was above him in his position, he decided to keep it to the extent of his appearance and follow suit.
Taking over about two trains, it was the prison that Machihihihime headed toward with tiredness.
Makhihime himself is already doing a crime scene, but it is very uncomfortable to step into a place like this.
When they went to jail, they were sent to the reception room and waited for a while.
"Collected"
The warden, who is seen as close or too close to the calendar, looks tired when he does it, and reports back. The schematic of an old man bowing his head and caring for a boy about twelve or thirteen years old is surreal in Makihime's eyes.
Exit the reception room and walk down the hallway in the prison following the director.
"Go ahead."
Encouraged by the director, Makhime and Tired enter one of the doors. Inside is a fairly large hall, lined with a significant number of prisoners in rows. They're all wearing dreambands.
"Everyone serving in this prison is a backstreet resident, a long term murderer. And by continuing to play the game I gave you, I tried to shorten my sentence. He also promised those with connections externally that with every additional player, his sentence would be further reduced. I don't think this is going to be a decision."
Before going to jail, Tired explained that to Makhihime.
"Then do as you please"
He bows his head so persistently toward tiredness that the director leaves the hall.
"Mr. Warden of the prison, you've listened very well."
Machihihihime said, including the nuances that ask what the relationship is with tiredness.
The reason Machihihime came here is that Machihim teaches the game knowledge from the real side in order to make these prisoners new players of Recommended 11.
(I wish I could have let you do it in the game... even though that's more irresistible)
Machihihihime thinks, in front of the prisoners who look vicious to see.
Tired said, there are explanations from the process of getting into the game, so that means it's easier to understand to go verbally in real life, but Makihime doesn't really interpret it.
"It's been a long time since I took care of you. But that's about all I can use in my connections in Japan. Then there's another one outside the country..."
"Am I going with you outside that country, too?
Makihime asks anxiously.
No, I'll teach you.
"The other thing you said was China."
Makhihihime had doubts. Since the U.S.-China War, China has had a cold relationship with Japan and cut off its national traffic. I was wondering if I could get into Recommended 11 from that place, etc.
"I think I know someone who once took care of the great government. It's been a long time, so I may leave active duty and not be at the government center. Even if you don't, you'll help me. I have no idea how many more people I can get."
I thought it would be awesome to get the prison director to follow me, but I wondered what kind of connections the great people of the enemy government with Japan knew. But other than that, the fact that there is no athe is also a strange story.
"Well, thank you"
I meet Makhihime gently and tired leaves the room.
(No, no... why are you leaving here... Why are you leaving me there alone? It doesn't take days to explain, and you can stay with me until it's over...)
Machihihime can't understand tired behavior. I wonder what insensitivity it is to leave one woman in a place like this to play.
Later left were the inmates of the murderer, who lined up nicely and wore a dream band. They are all waiting for themselves to explain.
It was a belly-going makihime trying to do the best I could, thinking that the prisoners would be teaching nettles to their opponents, something I didn't understand in my life.