Sevens

"Stop it already!! Stop it! Yikes!"

Conference room in the treasure balls, where I plug myself into the floor and hold both ears.

Screaming and pleading, but never ending the way you treat me.

There were six villains there.

No, five.

The fifth generation looks frightened and looks at the other five.

"After all, the best part is, 'Kiss the Sleeping Princess!' I think so. '

The third generation is standing in front of the blackboard and choosing to behave funny in this growth.

Out of all the actions written out, the second to seventh generations were having a heated debate to determine this award for excellence.

The fourth generation agrees with that opinion.

'Right. You gave me the first kiss as an automaton, and I don't care what you think of Lyell's behavior this time, it's butchy.'

The second generation expresses its opposition.

"It's hard to throw away my beloved remarks to Nowem, either. Nowem putting Lyell through with that subtle look... don't you think that's a good idea?

Sixth generation says.

"As far as I'm concerned, I jumped over a wall and got bitten by a bug from a sliding, even though it was pretty good."

The third generation laughs at me for remembering that time.

"It's a big one this time. What doesn't make the same mistake, because? Let's decide" Best Ryer Award "or something every time from now on.

The seventh generation looks at me and says:

"Lyell, there's not a lot of delicacies to make you laugh so far in Growth."

I know you're going to be comforted, but you're not comforted at all.

I think these guys were absolutely enjoying themselves and keeping their mouths shut.

I don't know why I've been acting like that in a row... I couldn't think of an answer.

"I don't like it anymore. You'll never go outside this time. Absolutely!

That being said, a frightened fifth generation says.

'You exaggerate to the point of being laughed at. Why don't we get to the bottom of this?

Then the third generation stops the fifth generation.

'Wait! Because we're almost done until we decide on the Best Ryer Award!

The fourth generation also says with glasses glowing.

I hate these guys.

"It's also hard to throw away the last statement you want to eat Shannon. There were times when the fifth and sixth generation cared too much about this."

The fourth generation gaze sees the fifth and sixth generation.

Then, the fifth generation was flat, and the sixth generation appeared to have bad strands with arms.

Even Mr. Miranda hasn't changed since he came back.

As for Shannon, I've asked him to leave it to himself.

I decided to leave it to my sisters to talk about it.

Even for me, there's no problem if you don't have to do things like smash your eyes.

"I don't mean to eat..."

When I resist, the second and third generations...

"Heh, then how did it feel?

"You want me to tell you how I felt then"

"'Come on, say it, Lyell!!'"

"You guys suck! If you're aware, stop it! Or stop, Grandpa! No, Grandpa!!"

When I looked at the seventh generation, I was holding my mouth and banging the table.

I know you got something in your bump, but I get frustrated watching.

But I myself can't tell you because this action is the result of what I've done.

A fifth generation exhaled stops this flow on the boulder.

(I mean, a lot of time has passed? These guys haven't fucked me in two hours...)

Stop sooner, and I'll turn back to the fifth generation.

"Are you ready? Well, you can decide whatever you want with the Best Ryer Award, but first it's that automaton. '

That's right.

I kissed him and registered him as a master, that mouthless made-up automaton.

Now I'm doing a lot of interviews in Damien's lab.

If you don't like it, it's because you're clearly recording your conversation with me and you've decided to treat it as an official record.

Damian bastard...... I was breathing telling him that I and Automaton would have a conversation in the context of papers and research presentations if I didn't miss every word of it.

I, the high-tension guy, allowed it.

Now, it must be compiled as a dossier.

(I guess not tomorrow, or you'll never make it through)

The number of students and professors gathered in the laboratory was not half as high.

I only expect more research money, such as Damien, but on second thought, it's a big discovery.

I thought too lightly of the fact that the ancient automaton had risen.

Damian Bale...... perverted, but just genius.

'Well, you can't keep relying on Nowem, and if you think you've helped more, it's fine. The question is, how do you keep that?'

I asked Damien, he basically said he was maintenance-free.

But basically, I'm concerned about that part.

And the seventh generation, back to a serious look, tells me.

(Late, Grandpa)

'Actually, Lyell... it looks like your magic is being taken away besides us. Apart from the magic that you're putting in to use your first skill [Full Burst], there's a new line.

"A new line?

I snapped my neck at the fact that my magic was being taken away.

I don't feel that way.

Second generation says.

'It's basically good now because there's also more magic... but this always keeps taking away a certain amount. The burden on you has increased. [M] So, as a result of all our thoughts,

The third generation took over the explanation.

'I have come to the conclusion that that poisonous tongue maid is suspicious! No, you feel a certain talent for Lyell, who is deprived of his magic from the increased side.'

I also agree with the sixth generation.

"You'll be able to use more magic than ever, but if you use it more often, you'll be out of magic."

The fourth generation sums it up.

"Will you always be deprived of a certain amount, or is there a wave... it's going to be tough in the future"

Apparently, I may have gotten a hell of a poisonous tongue maid.

You're going to consume more magic because of this and take care of those automatons?

(No, do you want me to take care of you? To me?)

It may be suspicious to really do the job, but it's more a matter of being deprived of magic than that.

I was just trying to use magic to fight from now on, and the plan goes crazy.

"Are you saying that for the time being we will fight in the same style as before? After all this embarrassing growth, I can't believe I can't even lift my magic restrictions..."

The fifth generation is telling me I'm depressed.

"Ah, finally, Lyell... because you, for a while, are forbidden to use your skills"

"Huh?"

When I looked up, I saw the fifth generation of faces.

It's not even the atmosphere you're joking about.

And the sixth generation goes on.

"Your skills [Experience] are completely forbidden to use, even if you have no choice but to be active at all times"

"Oh, hey..."

I also agree with the seventh generation.

"Restrict the use here. Like I'm going to because I can't really use my skills for a while. Whoa, first generation skills, too. That great sword... '

Second generation says.

"The Great Sword is also forbidden to use. Try really hard as an adventurer on your own for a while. '

"Oh, you know, what..."

If I don't know what happened, the third generation of smiles will succeed me.

That was a condition for me to use my skills.

"Attack the boss on the thirtieth floor of the basement and come back to the guild... and we'll let Lyell use his skills again." Don't worry, I'll give you some advice. '

Better let me use my skills than your advice - swallow words like that and I'll see them all.

Everyone had a serious look.

The fourth generation explains.

"Lyell now has the strength to surpass first-rate adventurers in the use of his skills, no matter what he thinks. That's enough for just six of us to attack the 40th basement of the labyrinth. '

Usually, we attacked the hierarchy when a party of fifty finally attacked.

"You think that's bad?

Seventh generation says.

'The use of skills is not a problem either. It's not bad to use the talent you have. But it's not like this.'

The second generation tells me.

"Local power doesn't grow at all. It's not growth like this one, it's growth in the real sense. If anything, I will rely on my skills. That way one day the magic will expire, or growth will happen and Lyell will leave the front. And then what happens?

I could easily imagine.

When I can't move, the party can't move.

Worst case scenario, waiting is wiped out.

At a party that relies on all my skills, that's all there is to risk without me.

The third generation says.

'It's good to use skills. But with all this, one day I'll always have a problem. You'll have more trouble getting more requests than you can get. Before that happens, I think it's time for Lyell, Nowem and Aria to brush themselves up.'

My ancestors, who made fun of me until earlier, were serious about me.

(Is this what Damien was saying?)

When I snorted, I vowed to attack the thirtieth basement with no skills.

Until then, skill use will be limited to my own.

And the third generation...

'Well, we're done here, but this is where it matters... The Best Ryer Award kisses Sleep Princess! So, do you have any objections?

Second generation says.

'Objection! I'm forgetting how it goes through because I love you!

The fourth generation.

"They're all hard to wear, but they must still be sleeping princesses"

The fifth generation...

"It also had an impact. It's hard to get beyond that."

Sixth generation......

"The bugs from the sliding bite my hand, even if you forget it!

Fucking grandpa......

"The Kirinko of the Boulder Walt family... I didn't know it bothered us so much!

All of them...

"'I look forward to seeing Mr. Kirinko of the Walt family grow!!'"

I've said it with a smile.

"It would mean something different the way you enjoy it. Ahhh!!"

I screamed, I don't think it's ever bad.

- Late at night.

Freed from the treasure ball, I was out in the garden, sitting on the bench, looking up at the night sky.

When I drank water in the kitchen, my face in the mirror was shattered.

"You're going to hunt us down so far... damn"

The fact that the past you want to forget has become an important resource for the school.

Many times I thought I'd fall in love with myself, but how could I have thought of it that way?

I couldn't give you an answer for thinking about it.

"I wish I could go back in time"

When I put it in my mouth, Nowem was approaching next to the bench.

"What is it, Master Lyell? Can't you sleep?

Nowem, who is worried, is dressed in his bedroom.

I thought it was cute, but at the same time I remembered kissing that poisonous tongue maid.

The first kiss was good with Nowem.

"I want to disappear now..."

"Ah, is it today? I have no choice. Everyone gets exalted. Lady Lyell, it just makes a difference."

Even if you console me, it doesn't make any difference that I lost my first kiss.

"I'm never going back..."

"Huh?"

"My first kiss is never coming back! I want to beat the shit out of you then!

With that said, Nowem gives a troubled look.

Isn't it about me that's bothering Nowem? That makes me unnecessarily depressed.

"Can't it be no count? Look, I heard it was a doll."

"You look like a human being in a mess. So I can't think about it, and that poisonous tongue is definitely coming to break my heart. If it wasn't for that tension, it would've definitely broken my heart."

Those ancient automatons that are horrible to remember.

How could the ancients have created such a horrible maid?

(More perverts than Damiens, were there in ancient times too?... I don't really want to think about it)

"And me... you can't use your skills for a while, can you? There's so much going on, it's breaking my heart."

With that said, Nowem sitting next to me is going to hold my hand.

Look up into the sky and say it.

"Can I ask why I can't use my skills?

"Huh? Oh, well... I can't do it like this, and I want to be able to defeat the thirty tier boss with local power once or so,"

My ancestors told me not to, and there's no way I can say that.

I was worried about Nowem thinking I was sick and he put me in bed to see me... is that okay too?

No, you can't. I'll be a moneymaker and live quietly with Nowem... if only I could.

I'm weak. I look, Nowem says.

"A little -"

"Hmm?"

"Just a little bit, I was jealous. Heard Master Lyell's first kiss was stolen by an automaton...... is it weird?

Hearing that, I stood up and grabbed Nowem's shoulders.

"Oh, it's not weird! Glad! Glad to hear it, Nowem!

"Oh, really?

Look at me excited, Nowem is confused.

I told myself that Nowem was jealous because he must care about me.

It's okay... I'm still not stunned by Nowem, am I?

"I... want to kiss Nowem"

With that said, Nowem dyes his cheeks.

And he closed his eyes quietly and raised his chin just a little bit to get a kissable posture.

I get excited and my heart makes a sound.

On a beautiful moonlit night, I was with Nowem...

'Glad to hear it, Nowem!

"Breaking my heart."

"My first kiss is never coming back!!"

'... pup'

"I wish I could go back in time, but you were also a boulder"

"That level in a vegan state... you're terrified of boulders, Lyell"

"You're kidding, you guys!!"

Later on, by my ancestors, who made a good mockery of me for what happened then, I wore my spirit out.

What to do...... I'm dying to throw away the treasure balls.