Sevens

I woke up in bed. I remember a similar feeling before.

It's like being reborn...

So it's like you can do anything...

That time I created black history...

When I slowly get out of bed, I look out the window swearing to my heart that I will never make the same mistake again.

"Beautiful weather. Looks like you're celebrating my growth."

Then the third generation erupted.

"Bufo!!"

The treasure balls are getting noisy, but it's the usual thing, so I leave them alone.

Besides, I had an important appointment today.

Stand in front of the mirror when you get out of bed and take off your jacket.

Seems a little more muscular than before.

I looked at my body and I squeaked.

"... What do you say yourself, isn't it perfect? I'm definitely a beauty."

The sixth generation screams.

"Additional Decisions No No No No!!"

Seventh generation too.

'Ha, my belly... damn! Sorry, Lyell...... keep going because it's funny'

I say looking in the mirror as I lift my hair.

"What are you fussing about? I won't repeat the same thing again. I do feel exhilarated, but I'll show it to you with good restraint. Whoa, I gotta go to Damien's today."

I plan to receive a reward.

I told the Alliance yesterday that I had fulfilled my request, and Damian gave me an assessment [A] and I dissolved it.

He had promised to receive the reward at a later date.

- Nowem did.

"Psst... so are we all going?

The fourth generation was desperate to laugh.

I don't think anything's funny, but I answer.

Before I went to bed, Nowem explained my plans for today.

He was away for five days, so Nowem cleaned and laundered the mansion.

Mr. Miranda picked Shannon up at the hospital, and Aria's going with me to Damien's lab to collect the reward.

Nowem kept the metal that the demon he had obtained was wearing with Damien. I also need you to carry it.

Setting my hair, I say.

"I'm at Damian's with Aria. Nowem is cleaning the mansion and Mr. Miranda is picking up Shannon. You'll be fine with the boulder now. And yet... why didn't Nowem sell that metal?

The only response I had at the guild was that I could barely move.

The consciousness was also blurred, and the surroundings said something but I don't remember.

The fifth generation explains.

"It does seem to be a rare metal, but it's not magical either. And they say it's hard to process. Did we even talk about the school buying more money as research material?

The seventh generation took over.

'Right. Lyell was unconscious, so I put my judgment on hold. There is also an assessment at the school. You should ask the price later and judge. As a result, the guild's buyout price is 100 gold coins. Reluctantly. "

Defeat the boss of the underground forty tiers. The amount was not a very, but satisfactory number.

The Alliance also understood that and suggested ways to get the school to buy it. Why don't we do it when we're more peculiar to get ourselves in the middle and make a profit?

"Why didn't the Alliance take the brokerage fee?

The second generation explains it.

'Clara says it's because the school is more powerful. You must have hesitated to reduce your reward in vain from Lyell, who is also Damien's acquaintance.'

He didn't want to turn the school side against the enemy, so he didn't have to lose some money.

Looks like Nowem paid Clara.

(I'll have to thank you later...... you want to take a bouquet of flowers?

That's how I got my hair done, and I walked out of the room naked.

Then you come to wake me up, face Nowem in front of the door.

"Good morning, Master Lyell. Um... you're in good shape today. You look better. Really good."

Look at Nowem, I'm...

"Nowem"

"Yes?"

"I love you"

Historical lords began to make noise.

I really want you to read the air.

"This guy's gaining momentum. Oh!

"He's not even out of the moon, but he's glowing. Ooh!

"Pup, Buhahaha!!"

'... I don't know about that, but it's like this, isn't it? Can you suppress consciousness? "

'Confess at this time... Lyell, think some more... No, you couldn't do it now'

"There's a mood...... why don't we start over, Lyell"

Ignoring my May ancestors, I also stared at Nowem.

Then Nowem laughed out.

Wear tears at your fingertips.

"... Dear Lyell, I'm glad you feel, but I was wondering if I should not say those words now. It might be better not to go to Damien as it is now."

I say to Nowem, who recieved my confession.

"You have a strong guard. But I like it there."

"That was good. Shall we make it breakfast, Master Lyell? So, today..."

"I'm going to Damian's. I want to finish things early."

"Oh, really?"

I said something. I would. Nowem had a troubled look at me.

I don't usually get these looks, so I feel happy for some reason.

Probably because they saw Nowem's different look.

When Aria and I headed to school, I handed over a note and asked the staff to take us to Damien's lab.

The lab was originally supposed to be a large place, but the device crammed the room.

The book was piled up like a mountain. The students in white were cleaning it up.

Guys, I'm building a neighborhood under my eyes.

It's kind of flimsy, but I'm sure he did it all night.

"Not at all, they say it's not good for you all night"

When I said that, Aria standing next to me pulled a little.

I've been doing this since morning.

"What's up, Aria? It's ruined to have a pretty face on it."

I can hear the fourth generation.

"Perfect Wow!! Perfect, Lyell! But let's pick a time and a place!

When she left her mouth open because it was in May, Aria opened it.

"You come on... Nowem's right, shouldn't you have been stuck in your room today?

Even Aria would say that, so I shook my head to the side.

I'm sure he remembers and worries about his previous “growth”.

I swore to my heart that I would never do the same thing again, and I don't need to worry about that.

"You worry about me, Aria... I'm glad"

"Then, fool!

When Aria lit up and blushed her face, the students in white who were cleaning up around her came tongue-in-cheek to both men and women.

With such an exchange comes Damien, who has carried his luggage to the lab.

I have a neighborhood under my eyes, but my tension was unusually high.

"Good morning, gentlemen! I haven't even slept!

"Damian!"

Turning to Damien with his hands up, Damien also responds with his hands up.

"Lyell!

When the two of us greeted each other like that, our surroundings looked at us with a surprised look.

When I'm seen so much, I want you to stop because it makes me happy.

Self-restraint ceases to work.

"Nice to see you. Besides, the timing is great. I just got it out of the capsule."

Capsules?

When I heard that and looked around, people were floating in the green translucent liquid.

He seems to be asleep.

"You're not breathing? Doesn't even look like he's dead?

Damien explains to me with his gaze on the capsule.

"Did you just notice? These kids are ancient automatons. Did you imagine a machine with a lot of Zenmai and screws on it? Too bad! They're something unlimited to humans."

To say that it is infinitely close, there is something distinctly different.

Aria is surprised to see in the capsule that she realizes now too.

"Ko, this doll!? It just looks alive."

Then Damian explains.

"Isn't that why it's my goal? In a way that goes beyond this automaton, I try to produce the ideal woman. Always!"

Listen to Damien's intentions and say, "Wouldn't it be quicker to fix this by making her? I was ashamed of myself for thinking," etc.

Damian is a man. It is the man in the man.

"Excellent. I'll be there for you, Damian"

"Do you understand, Lyell? I thought you'd understand. [M] Anyway, I'm one of the few people who remembered my name."

When we laugh at each other and share our joy, we get to the point quickly.

"Well, the reward."

"Oh, this one."

If you suddenly think you were laughing, your surroundings are having trouble reacting when you see us suddenly looking serious.

Damien takes the white sheet he was wearing on the trolley.

When the sheets danced as they rolled up to the dust around them, there was one woman sleeping in black clothes wearing a white apron.

No, you look like you were asleep.

Surprised Aria sees the automaton nearby.

"Ugh, lying... is this the doll?

Trolley height was around my waist.

Golden twin tail.

My eyes were closed but I felt like I was still breathing.

The skin color is white, and the pink lips...

The feminine figure had a big boost around her chest.

And I see a thin pattern on my forehead.

It doesn't seem to be a tattoo, but what's the mark?

It doesn't seem to be Damian's hobby.

(That's why you said you'd give in)

But when you look at the surrounding capsules and the dots, they are not in the same shape as the automatons on this occasion.

Automatons in the capsule, if you look closely, all looked the same - that is, they had the same hairstyle for the same appearance.

However, they all had the same mark on their foreheads.

"Well, the way it starts up is as a result of deciphering the literature... it sounds like you're going to make a pact to subordinate the blood to the catalyst."

"Blood? What are you talking about, Damian"

I heard it and shook my head to the side.

Aria has her neck covered.

"What's the matter, Lyell? Don't just take it. We'll have to talk about that armor after this. If you don't want it, sell it, so hurry up."

When I heard that, I turned to Aria.

"Sell it!? Don't be stupid! Look at this adorable sleeping face... yes, it's like a sleeping princess"

"Oh, princess?

Aria was frightened, but she had the same look around her.

Fifth generation says.

'What are you talking about, this guy?

The sixth generation.

"Come on?"

"The way to wake up a sleeping girl has long been decided on this though! I read and learned pictures!

Yes, there were these descriptions in the picture books I read in the library with Clara.

It was the mouth of the brave that lifted the curse of the captive princess, he said.

I take my own mouth straight to the mouth of the automaton.

"Come on, I'll break the curse now"

"Eh, not a curse or anything..."

Damian said something, but I kept my mouth shut.

Then suddenly the automaton moves out.

Slowly open your eyes, and into my mouth...

"Ugh, it moved!

Damian sparkles his eyes as he marvels.

And Aria was screaming.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, RYELLUGH!!"

When I let go of my mouth slowly, I woke up and told the automaton.

"How are you feeling awake, my princess?"

The open eyes are red, and you look around and then you look at me.

Some time after my eyes looked at me...

"I never expected you to wake me up like this. Confirm genetic data. Complete Master Registration. Well, the mood is...... there is a revulsion when I think about worshipping and exhausting a perverted bastard who mouths and awakens the doll with his husband, something like that? Oh, what's going on...... you have some problems with the data. It seems to be interfering with the conversation."

Damien looked at the automaton that woke her torso and looked at me as she sparkled her eyes.

"Isn't that amazing, Lyell! I can't believe I woke you up with a mouthful of mouth, not a blood contract... ok, I'll get you up and running this way too!

Seeing Damien looking happy, Automaton comes out of the trolley and bows down with perfect courtesy.

"Apparently, it's a perverted common nest. I call you my husband from today onwards, lusting for a doll while gabbling at a sudden crisis of chastity. Say your name."

Words and attitudes don't match at all.

But it wasn't me screwing with that.

"That's a pretty punchy automaton. I'm Lyell... Lyell Walt. Watch now, I'll make you mine."

Huh, I say, and I put my hair up, and the automaton in front of me says while holding my mouth down with both hands.

Lovely trick though...

"I tell the doll there's no such thing as freedom, but since I signed up for a master, that attitude... the chicken bastard also has about it, your husband. That's my only secret to remember in [Dear Chicken Bastard-Lyell]. Oops, I put it in my mouth."

I smiled at the automaton.

"Watch now, that chicken will let you fly in the big sky sooner or later...... HUHA, HUHAHA!!"

I couldn't stop laughing.

I'm saying it myself, and I'm going to fall in love.

(Shit, I look so good right now!!)

Out of the treasure balls, you can hear the noise raging around.

It consumes magic, but it was only a tiny amount to me right now.

Aria said, with a few tears in her eyes.

Did I impress you?

The more I cry, the more I impress myself, the more I feel horrible.

"Lyell... chickens don't fly in the sky."

And automatons too.

"You have a hell of a scumbag for your husband, and it's worth the effort. I'll bump it out and re-educate you. Oops, the real deal...... you're not feeling well. The network is also devastated, and what time is it now? I'm very anxious to ask the scumbag in front of me if he'll be clear."

Damien seems happy to hear what Automaton has to say.

"You're kind of full of words I've never heard! Somebody, hurry up and record it! Let's start with," Fucking scumbag. ""

I got a new buddy this day.

And he mass-produced black history and lost something important.