Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

After class at the hard school, I headed to the building my grandfather had designated.

The building, written Five Stars Hall, had a gaming center on the ground floor, billiards on the second floor and bowling and amusement facilities on the third floor.

Where are they? I thought that the fourth floor had become the Acer Hall, so I followed around and went inside.

"Are you here?

Is the building itself new? When I went up the beautiful elevator and into the back, my grandfathers were enjoying the bezel and chess.

"Um, here..."

Trying to visit, I realize I don't know Grandpa's name.

So...

"Isn't there a hell of a sketchy grandfather?

"Oh, Mr. Gen? Wait a minute."

It passed lightly.

An old man walking around the Beecher speaks toward the back.

"Mr. Gen, a young lad is visiting."

"What, a gal!?

"It's a man."

"Shirasan"

"What is Shirashin?

"I don't know. Abbreviations for that. Mr. Gen, I'm not interested in fine dust besides young girls."

"Damn you, that old man"

Grandpa openly lowers the tone of his voice when he hears he's a man.

Whatever you think, there won't be a gal visiting that grandfather. I don't even come out.

But from his voice, he would definitely consider himself a daytime grandfather.

"I mean, who is that old man?

"I hear Mr. Gen is the owner of this building, and he's the chairman of a big company. Seems like he's hiding out now and doing whatever he wants."

"You do do do whatever you want..."

The chairman of a big company should have a social position, but can such a person do underwear drool?

I realize I shouldn't have underwear drool, whether I'm in a good position or not.

"Grandpa, you must have called."

"Mm, isn't this voice KONAN Conan abbreviated as fucking busy Qing Er in the day"

What way do I remember it? Where did o come from.

Grandpa Skebe looks out of the back and leads me straight to the back room.

The back was in a tatami japanese room, where chessboards were placed but no one but Grandpa Skebe, slept in large letters in the middle of the room.

On a lot of pants......

"Hey Grandpa, I guess you bought all the underwear you're laying down there yourself"

"What the hell is the point of a pair of panties I bought myself?"

"Good years, underwear drool, my son or grandson will cry."

"Leave them alone, if they're ready enough to complain, I'm not gonna do this."

"I won't touch Grandpa's darkness."

"Touch me. Yeah. Well, sit there."

When told to sit down, Grandpa lights the xels and starts to lighten the puffy and smoky.

"So it seemed like you knew me."

"Don't rush me, idiot."

I can get smoke sprayed in my face with Puher.

Smells like an electronic cigarette.

"Smoke Den, cigarettes, I don't believe in cigarettes."

"So, if you called to stir it up, we're going home."

"Don't wait, this is why he's so upset"

When you make a sound with Cancún and drop the fire on Xcel, Grandpa turns to me again.

"Lord, are you from somewhere else, or are you back?

"............ what?

"The wound on his body, the way he muscled his upper body I only think he was waving his sword, the guts to withstand the killing of the eagle bear. It's exactly the same as someone who used to come back from another world. He also suffered from memory loss symptoms every time he remembered something. I call that oblivion."

"No, what?

I just thought it was a tough joke, but Grandpa's serious eyes didn't seem to be telling lies.

"Well, he didn't seem interested in memory, so I forgot, I wasn't thinking deeply, but memory is a memory, isn't it a mixture of things you don't want to lose?

…………

Sure, in repeated oblivion several times, I didn't think anything of it at first, but my chest ached deeply, especially when I remembered something that looked like a person and forgot, and the toothache and frustration that I couldn't remember remained in my chest.

"Perhaps then, I know what will be the key to an important memory"

"Is it true!?

"I don't eat that much. Even if a man stops by, he's just nauseated. I don't know why that's the key either, but I'm pretty sure because whoever lost his memory before seemed to remember something when he saw it. How do you want to know?

"Oh, tell me!

"I don't know what to do - I'm not from Aoyagi, like I'm going to stone an old man like you."

Grandpa pleasantly circles around me.

So I could somehow read it.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hmm, I'm not a sensible Qing Er Cai. I don't mind telling you, but I can't do anything for free."

"... I have a bad feeling, but let's hear it"

"Easy, I want a pair of gal panties!"

I keep my head to my grandfather, who laughs so hard.

"You know, it doesn't make sense if I die socially when I get my memory back."

"You don't want to know who your memory is? Then you'll never mind."

"Gu......"

I do want to know about the memory, but I have to be this grandfather.

"Uhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha and forget about the memory of the gallery opanties below!"

Grandpa porn flying around me happy.

"Damn......"

The lowest balance I've ever lived, memory and panties, is moving.

I thought I'd do a lingerie drool, but the girl's face, which I'm not supposed to have seen for a second, disappeared into my brain.

Shit, I think I forgot something pretty bad right now......

"Damn, I'll do it!

"Uhahahahahahaha, you have to, that's the guy I admitted to."

I often say things to you about being a busy Qing Er Cai until just now.

I finish talking to Grandpa and get off the elevator wondering if I've done it.

"I think I've sent some kind of demon pact... come by even Gaussen"

When I walked into the gaming center on the ground floor I felt the noise and bad air as usual, but for some reason I missed it.

"Why do I feel nostalgic when I should have been here recently"

What shall we do when we come to clear the sprouts and mourn them?

I hear that in recent years it has been painful everywhere to have guests taken by setups and hello gays, but I still have the pleasure of only being able to do it in the game center, just looking for a game to play this what, and just watching the game behind the person playing it.

"But you have to do something."

I think so. When I go around the game enclosure, I find a sequel to the game I used to play.

"Metal beast two... you got a sequel"

The (humble) game that I played there, the battle system itself is a common robotic fight, but as a game where you can wear VRs and get a real sense of immersion, the first generation showed arcade gamers and internet folks.

Just as the monitor shows an incandescent battle scene live.

A giant man-made robot is fighting in the desert, crossing savels. It was inspired by a wolf on one side and a bear on the other, and a robot on the subject of this beast was a playable machine called a metal beast.

"Houndwolf and Red Bear? It's a battle between speed and power, but it must have been a power victory in the first book."

It was a houndwolf whose energy gauge was gradually being hunted down, but suddenly the entire fuselage is inserted with a cut-in of glowing characters.

[BEAST MODE!!]

Houndwolf deforms from a human to a quadrupedal beast form and eats away the head of the Red Bear.

The Red Bear, which was immediately advantageous, exploded and became a Houndwolf victory.

"You're beast mode adjusted, that's funny. All right, let's do this."