Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

He arrived in the Kingdom of Beryl and made various purchases, including souvenirs. Soon I stepped into the pleasure district, tempered and tried to step into the store called 'Size is Justice', when I got in the way of a bad gala man who didn't care.

"Everybody, Taro's brother."

Uh, in response to my cousin's voice, a lot of bad gals are coming out of Mr. Blast's mansion.

"Oh, I brought Jude's brother, Taro's brother!

My brother-in-law is happily speaking to Mr. Jude. Hmm? Mr. Jude is headed for his cousin on a fast foot.

"It hurts!

Mr. Jude's fist bone shook down on his brother's head. The sound of Goin is away. It's a power I can even hear, somehow, but my feelings were refreshing.

"Silly Yarrow, the teacher's hiding himself! What are you gonna do, call your names out loud!

Ooh, even the slam has a carefree person going up there. They spotted me in trouble in an instant for my brother-in-law's behavior.

Well, I'm not hiding myself, I'm just cosy because I'm not in a good position when I wave big and play at night. I'm sorry about something.

"Ola, go back. Stay inside!

Leaving my cousin stuffy and grumpy, Mr. Jude puts the bad galas back inside the mansion. Oh, Mr. Jude's here.

"Doctor, I'm sorry the idiot made a scene. I'll see you later."

"Yes, no, well, forgive me for not having so many problems"

It's true that I thought it was annoying, but it's too scary when people in the back of society tell me to be serious or something. At what level are you going to do that?

"... thank you for your concern. Don't worry, I won't bother you."

I'm not relieved at all. I want you to go back to your frigid hella face when we first met.

"Um, I'm really fine. Don't worry, I don't feel good about someone getting hurt because of me."

"Yes, I said something stupid about a teacher who is a person on the healing side. In the meantime, come inside"

Although strangely misunderstood, Mr. Jude seems to have given up on his cousin. Maybe it's your fault, but you seem kind of very sorry. You wanted to kill that little brother so badly?

When I hear more about it, it's going to be a snake, so Jude leads me into the mansion with a lot of people. Apparently my brother-in-law is good to leave him stuffy.

"Doctor, I've been waiting for you!

"Welcome, Doctor."

When we entered the mansion, Mr. Blast and Mr. Ellen greeted us with a smile. Mr. Ellen was a little naughty when I met him before, but now he's turning into a shiny beauty whether he's had the hard work or not.

... I envy your husband, Mr. Jude.

"No, I'm sorry I came all of a sudden. What if... I'll come back out again sometime?

It's not my fault, but I'm pretty sure I visited all of a sudden, so as an adult, I'll put out my apologies. Courtesy is important.

I want to retreat, if possible, feeling like I'm coming back out. If it's going to be quite a while before I get it back out, I'm very happy.

"I don't mind. Come on in. I'll be ready for the banquet in a minute."

My slightest hope does not reach Mr. Blast, and he is drawn inside with a ghoul. I hope you don't mind the banquet, but I knew you wouldn't get away with it.

Well, I can't stand Mr. Blast's face unless he entertains me about once, and I'll give up just because this is my patience.

I'd love to avoid a banquet with guys with bad galas if I could, but it's nonsense to be frightened of a banquet whenever you come to satisfy a guy's desires.

Some people say they're going to visit another town, but it's sad to avoid this king's capital, which hasn't even played with just one store called 'Size is Justice', because of the banquet.

"Erm... Mr. Blast, what is this situation?

"Gahahaha, well, they also said they appreciated the teacher. I'm only telling you to pour a little, so take it."

"Even if they say so..."

When I was told that the banquet was ready and headed to the banquet hall, I was obviously put through to a special seat. I can't help this. I've made full use of Vita's power, so I'm strong enough to be invited to a special seat.

Just the question is, why is there a long queue before me? A queue like a handshake of an idol group, where the queue appears to continue all the way outside a wide ballroom.

Besides, most of them are bad galas, each with a bottle of liquor and a barrel of them. I know exactly what you're going to do.

When I saw Mr. Jude with a troubled face, he lowered his head with a face that seemed sincerely sorry.

... I'm concerned about Jude, and you must have resisted a lot of things thinking about me.

And I guess Mr. Blast of the brain muscles crushed all that effort. Is that the result of this matrix... Vita's ability to cure Mr. Blast's brain muscles?

"All right, let's start the banquet. Tonight is a feast to entertain the great teacher of Slam's benefactor. Tell him I appreciate it a lot and drink and make a scene. Cheers!"

Mr. Blast announces the start of the banquet without worrying about me or Mr. Jude's misery. The voices of wild men echo in the ballroom, making the original noisy ballroom even noisier. And then, at some point, I'm ranking up from teacher to teacher.

"Big Doctor, not only my right arm has been in good shape since then, but my whole body! Thank you. Drink up."

"If you're doing well, it's good. Um, I'll have it."

Empty the cup by returning the right words, at the behest of the bad gala man who was lining up at the beginning. This guy is somewhat memorable. He was the only one who had his arm slashed. I don't remember if you even treated your whole body.

Well, as Mr. Blast said, I could only pour about one bite, so you seem to manage in this queue.

Bad gala men who take advantage to be replaced one after another. Me emptying one cup after the other to go with it. It's like a booze version of a crocodile soba.

... Phew, I want you to give up a hundred steps and accept the offer, but stop communicating the state of your healed injury.

Don't pour red wine while saying that blood was out of Dovadova or something. You're drinking weird stuff. You care. My intestines popped out, or the rice would taste bad, so stop it.

"Thank you."

"Haha, you're welcome. Are you feeling well already?

"Yeah, Kinki."

And stop pinching the slum kids in between. It's hard to change attitudes for kids, and it's kind of awkward to be poured alcohol on kids. At the very least, let adults and children line up separately.

But I'm a little happy with the young lady's treat. Auntie's auntie is... no comment.

"Doctor, I'm sorry. Are you all right, sir?

"Yeah, I managed to be okay thanks to Mr. Jude. My stomach is now tapuntapun, hahaha"

Had I not had the alcohol turned into juice and tea from the way in, I would have definitely sunk and hung over.

Even if you ask Moon to do something about it, it's hard to summon to this town, and Vita asks to escort Gina and the others.

If I did poorly, I'd just be hanging over and ruining my breath this time.

"I'm so sorry. Even then, I narrowed down the number of people, but he really pushed me to thank my teacher..."

You found out I was coming to the slam because of that cousin. I guess there were a lot of people who appreciated me because I used the full power of Vita to heal quite a few people then. Mr. Blast accepted that, didn't he?

Mr. Blast at the time is loudly drinking and making noise without even understanding how I or Mr. Jude feel.

Sounds like even fun, but wasn't it a feast to entertain me today? I barely talked to Mr. Blast, did I?

"My stomach is already at its limit, but I'm glad you appreciated it, so I'm fine"

It's true that I don't feel bad about being appreciated. The brain is probably pretty hit because it was influenced by alcohol or even the faces of the guys with bad gallows looked adorable.

"It would be helpful if you could say that. I won't be bringing people over for a while, so take a break."

"Thank you"

Sweet for Mr. Jude's words, he takes a break by bringing it to his back. Even though it changed to tea and juice along the way, it was also hard to drink a lot of tea and juice.

Why is it that alcohol can drink more than regular drinks?

Watch the noisy ballroom with crap in mind.

Loud and noisy men, men who are intrigued by drinking comparisons, children who are obsessed with every meal, aunts who scold half-naked men and people who help them move around the banquet hall busily...... lots of people are smiling and making noise at all costs.

If you played a part in protecting this sight, wouldn't this be pretty awesome?

... Hated it, but it wasn't bad that you attended this banquet. I'm who I am, but I don't think it's a bad idea to help people.

Well, you also look like me where the helpful method is the aid of Zombie Attack or the helpful opponent is the parent of a slum.

I guess this is just about right because I don't have the nerve to be on the righteous side of Kings Road or to be an extremely bad person. Mr. Blast is a relatively decent relative, isn't he? You don't know what you're doing back there, and you don't want to know.

Well, I've been to the bathroom many times and my tummy tape has subsided, and it would be enough to hang out so far. Is it time to drown this feast and go study what justice is?

"Doctor, we're ready. This way please."

"Heh? No, Mr. Jude, I'm a little important to study..."

"Well, follow me. I won't regret it."

Oh, my God. Mr. Jude's just betrayal that he trusted to be a carefree man. This betrayal is worse than the betrayal of the brain muscle, right?

To be specific, it's such a horrible betrayal that I want to summon Yves to wreak a flaming hell around the world.

"Don't worry. I understand what the teacher wants. I'll use all the connections of my parents to make good on my promises."

Mr. Jude looks at me with a confident face. Parenthood Conne? Promise? Did you make any promises?

I don't remember, but my guess is that this place is screaming for Mr. Jude to follow. Screaming that paradise is there.

... Let's just try to believe Mr. Jude one last time. At the end of this dark road out of the mansion, I don't know what it is.

... but I'm going to try to believe Mr. Jude with the man's face.

Being betrayed is hard. But I believe there must be hope ahead...