This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

"Ha-ha-ha! I looked up to you with my fist."

Gaien began to rock his torso to depict ∞ as he tightened his sides.

A punch in the hook orbit is hit continuously from the left and right arms in conjunction with a wind-cutting motion.

Every blow was a blow that smashed the rock as well. Magically strengthen your physical abilities, then apply magic that improves your physical defense to your arms to respond.

Guyen opened his mouth.

"Mother. The ladies, please."

The lady who had refrained raised her hand softly. Stella pins her tail up.

To the decree of Kirsch's mother, each of the maids dispersed. One carries the table to the garden and another maid prepares a parasol. A pure white tablecloth was exposed to the ceiling of the table.

Tequila and the maids create an open cafe in the corner of the garden with shared work.

The aroma of tea spreads through the garden.

"Come on, Kirsch's friends. Take your time."

Stella's tail drooped as she approached the battlefield with a motherly, inclusive, gentle grin.

Kirsch took Stella's hand and said, "Drink our tea today!," sparkled his hazelnut-colored (hazelnut) eyes the same as his mother's.

Already Ako and Kanon have been urged by their maids to gently pull their chairs and sit down.

When Kirsch's mother slapped her hand, sandwiches, scones and cakes were triple-stacked specially ordered plates...... or a set of authentic afternoon teas on the tower were transported to the table.

The first step is a sandwich made with plenty of luscious vegetables, such as ham, cheese, roasted chicken, tomatoes and lettuce and cucumber, which I've just picked in the morning.

Bread varies from whitebread to rye bread and whole grains.

Speaking of why I don't even know about seats, thanks to Kanon being polite, "It's like a jewelry box in a sandwich."

Scones in the middle. There is a hint of hot air and Stella's eye drops tron on its fragrant and sweet smell. It is accompanied by a clotted cream, a jam of three berries.

There's no way it doesn't fit the tea.

And sitting at the top is a bunch of women's coveted cakes.

Custard cream pie with pink, green and caramel tri-colored macarons accompanied by apple compotes and berries with large white grapes. Eclair with hazelnut cream and gato chocolate on cheesecake.

The girls' gaze doesn't even show a luxurious, vibrant sweet, totally mellow, bare gesture worrying about me.

I'm afraid an authentic afternoon tea from the morning.

"Ha-ha-ha! It's like he's hitting a stone!

While the tea was ready and hot amber liquid poured into Stellas' cups, I kept preventing my Lord Gaien from fisting.

It is irrational. I want Ako to take my place. Gaien would be just fine with her training opponents right now.

Even though it seems good for you to understand that it's time for a simple blow to not defeat me, Guyen smiles and storms his fists as he feels the sweat of the balls.

"Um, excuse me. I'd like some tea over there, too."

"Well wait. Just keep listening."

Gaien doesn't disturb one breath, back-to-back with the gift of workout or the glitch of flying sweat.

The sweat threw a small rainbow in the sun.

You've seen something nasty. I only point my face at the tea party table.

"Um, could you keep the cake for me, too?

Ako waved at me for fun.

"Leave the seiklid's share to me! Hang in there!

If you turn your gaze to Canon, Canon turns away gently, and Stella takes great care to keep me and Gaien out of sight.

What a bunch of people. Even though people are about to be murdered in daylight by assassins.

Guyen's fist accelerated.

"You can't look around. Let's get started. This is... a long time ago than I was given a kirsch..."

The big man, like a bear as it was, shook his mustache out for fun.

As an alchemist, Gaien was on a dawning journey into the search for truth.

One thing to check is that it's not alchemy, it's alchemy.

For the young Guyen, the muscle-building technique = journey to obtain the truth of alchemy was a series of ordeals, he said.

Days without weapons, relying on one fist, and sometimes interacting lives against attacking bandits.

but he admired both the bandits and the bandits for his too much strength, and said that he was only ever festived by the chiefs of the desolates around the region.

He also helped the charisma Gaien had, and the group was enlarged, growing and becoming an armed organization.

It is the birth of the Brain Muscle Party. Party leader Gaien himself was in the vanguard, destroying even various powerful enemies and regular armies of the kingdom.

All to know the limits of the muscles. This strange idea propagated, and even part of the defeated regular army seems to have absorbed the Brain Muscle Party.

The heavily weighed kingdom puts a huge bounty on Guyen's neck, but the adventurers said they were defeated by challenge, sometimes joining the Brain Muscle Party, and climbing up to armed forces that could no longer be reached.

Brain Muscle Party Rebellion. Speaking of which, I felt like I heard such a story in a modern history class at a seminary.

So much so that before the collective unconsciousness of the great evil that no longer fills the world with muscle and distorted ideas, the Church also wriggles its hands.

Anyway, the priest who persuaded him returned in three months with his abs broken into six pieces.

They converted me.

In order to break the desperate situation, the kingdom finally asked the legendary killer - Miss Antares - to do the red sasori, which is in the back world and speaks its name.

I set my sights on Chirali and the Tea Party table.

"It's like having more daughters. Ugh."

A happy set of acos and canons laughed childish.

"Nice. - Kirsch's mother. Beautiful, sweet."

"It's very nice"

The mother surrounding the table together next to the illuminating Kirsch gave her a dusty smile.

What a nice vibe.

Words leak out of my mouth as I jerk off the fist storm that Gaien emits.

"That lady over there...?

"Ha-ha-ha! Well done. You spotted it! Let's teach the souvenirs of the underworld!

I wish I could talk to you over a cup of tea, but it doesn't seem like you're the right person to talk to, so I decided to give up and keep fighting.

Let's hang out until we feel better, see how it fits and persuade (physics).

Apparently, Antares' lineage was the famous name of an assassin, and she was called a century-old genius. A red reaper who pokes a steeple and lets it die before the other person even realizes he's dead - that was Kirsch's mother.

The hand is stained with blood, but you think it's just like a watchdog in the dark world doing his job for the kingdom?

The battle between Antares, released as an assassin, and Gaien, the leader of the Brain Muscle Party, was said to have intensified.

But as we put each other's lives on the scale, our fists and fists...

"Love sprouted...... and?

"Exactly! Ha-ha-ha! What do you say! There's a deep bond of love between you and me. Come on! Not only will you prevent it, but I'll hit you."

Good. I'm glad I've been preventing you. Really.

Let's just say persuasion is not physics, but a little out of the way, but verbally through discussion.

Guyen continued as his fist spun faster.

Guyen, who fell in love with Antares, proposed and Antares said he accepted it.

That triggered the collapse of the cerebral muscle party. The desolates were bound together because of the strong courtship of the party leaders.

The Brain Muscle Party, which lost its fan essentials, was internally divided by the retirement of Charisma, and it was the aerial decomposition that gave rise to increased strife over the tracks.

Antares took the life of Gaien, a brilliant alchemist.

And they were united, and Gaien entered Antares' house as son-in-law.

It is the birth of the assassin Gaien.

Gaien's first job, taking over the king's watchdog duties from Antares, said he had exhausted himself to two sumptuous letters.

He went out to places like saunas and bathrooms where weapons could not be brought in and continued to target with bare hands only.

Only villains kill. The killing method is too clumsy, far from sophisticated like Antares, who was credited with Red Sasori, but for a while after Gaien was seated in the assassin's seat, the muscle violence propagated and the vicious crime was reduced, he said.

That's when Gaien reached the truth that his muscles would be deterrent?

I don't care. That.

So - the figure of a beautiful mother and the clumsiness of her father.

So it was Kirsch who combined the two and was raw in the world.

Pitali - and the fist storm stopped.

Put your arms down softly. Guyen glances into my face.

"So I ask you again... do you swear you will join Kirsch as your son-in-law?

It's my job as a high priest to partition the vow ritual, but I didn't know I was going to be sworn in.

"Too abrupt to keep up with the story"

"If you shake your head vertically, Kirsch can retire without killing anyone."

"You want me to take over the assassination business instead?

"You have talent. The way I dealt with the Mohicans I had earlier, they actually let me look at them from the second floor of the mansion. Violence without hesitation is truly stunning."

It's a striking move while using healing magic, so you can step in thoughtfully. Apparently, this guy got it wrong.

"That's healing magic..."

Guyen stroked Kaisel's beard so he could pinch it with his finger.

"Don't even say it. The sharpness of the eye I've been looking at, it's just like a full-season mother."

"Oh, no, Father," Antares said, lowering his brow butt like he was in trouble.

Yeah, a couple of ladies. If you're so friendly, you'll have trouble dealing with this one.

Guyen gently offered me an open hand.

"Welcome, Son-in-law. Welcome. Say no or I'll kill you."

"I refuse"

The killer vanished from Huh Gaien. I've been concentrating my aggressive consciousness here, so I'm dressed like I've been shocked at my psychological blind spot.

A stretched Gaien's hand gently strokes my abdomen from above my clergy clothes.

"That's not what my abs said. You're being honest."

What is this guy scared of?

The same goes for not being able to speak, but some sympathy sprouted in Kirsch, who was specially trained and raised by such a father.

Somehow in my head I said, "Look, Sai! I found a snake that dies in five seconds when it bites me, so let's practice the magic of detoxification," smiled John (eleven years old).

By the way, the afternoon tea cake was really eaten by Ako up to my minute, so let's add that the do s term deposit in me against the brave guy is on the verge of expiring.