Tilea’s Worries

"Olya, where are you?

Wander around the Underground Empire looking for Orr.

Where are they? Is it the training room again?

Search the training room sequentially with A to D. But what was in there was a pervert (Nielsen) murmuring. They both work in training with sweat duck juice.

Hmm, I'll buy the effort. They still can't hold a five-kilometer iron array, and they're doing it with just over a dozen arms ups. Below average strength for adult males.

Well, good luck.

Anyway, there's no ol' around. The only other thing I can think of is...

Break room, or conference room, or….

Peek into the room as one. But I don't see Orr.

Phew, this place is huge for nothing, isn't it? I don't know all the rooms, either. If there's an ol' in a room I don't know, there's no way to find him.

I can't help it. Is it quicker to ask someone? I happen to speak to a legion member walking down the aisle.

Oh, hey, there you are.

"Ko, this is Master Tyrea!

Legionnaires answering with tension overflowing.

Ha, not again!

This is how the inhabitants of the Underground Empire are doing, isn't it? The executives are still better, but they're just legions, and all the people in Ping answer at this rate.

Seriously, I'm tired!

That's why I didn't really want to speak up. Is this an army? I thought I was a colonel or a general or another demon king! Don't be weird like a little girl!

But what I think is a legion member waiting on his back with a viscid upright immobility. It is a sign that if you do not keep speaking up, you will likely be on the spot for the rest of your life.

This is why the communally handicapped guy...

"You know, you've said it many times. Don't be so nervous."

"Ha, I understand. Dear Tyrea,"

Yeah, even if I say this, they all react the same way. Answer without any tension.

Well, I don't even know how these guys feel. But you don't. These are only the middle-and-disease and non-real ones. I guess I get nervous when I talk to a pretty girl. Especially if it's something to talk to Tim or me, everyone's idol, who's nervous and heartbroken, where he's on the verge of fainting. I guess it feels like going up to heaven to be able to talk to these guys right away about Idol.

Do you think I have a premiere of the Middle-level event, "Many Gods of Evil's Magnificent moves", waiting in turn? I play a lot in one of the underground empires, but every time in the room, of course, it's filled with stand-up guests.

Drewas said that we are still narrowing down the number of people by appointment. Plus, I don't know if there's blade wound sharpening between members of the Legion for that booking ticket craving...

The sauce is Drewas. It's you.

Depending on that, I'm now admired by everyone as a top idol. Blah, blah, blah. I admit I'm a beautiful girl. But it's just a little awkward how big adults are making a scene with their town girls.

I know you're hungry for entertainment in this world where there's no TV or internet, but let's grow up a little bit.

Well, no. Let's move on to the point as we think about the future of these guys later.

"Eh, are you sure... was it Gokhon?

"No. I belong to the First Division of the Evil Gods Army, Ouhong"

"Ouhon...... oh yeah, you did, it's Ouhon. By the way, Ouhon?"

"Ha."

"Do you know where Orr is?

"Ha. Captain Ortizio is currently aware that he is inspecting the treasure trove"

"The treasure trove? That's crazy. I should have checked there earlier..."

"Dear Tirrea, Commander Ortizio should be in treasure trove C."

"Oh, yeah - what C!? Is there a treasure trove C?

"Yes, sir."

Well, then, does the treasure trove have an A or a B or another Z?

"Oh, you know, maybe the treasure trove isn't the only room on the right behind this aisle?

"Yes, I was wondering if the treasure trove had more than a dozen rooms just because I recognize them..."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, how rich is the Orr family? I think the only room I checked was in the royal palace.

What the hell, that. Ol, you're the ultimate rich man!

That's right. That's all you had, that's why you were giving me so much wheezy money. Damn, how far are you saving up for the Orr family? I guess I've done some pretty nasty things, too, huh?

Prejudice, but the big rich have that image. Oh, there's going to be one wave even if I let Ol see his mother. Orr himself is just a bong. But the lack of financial sensation and the two diseases mix to absolutely stimulate the mother.

Anyway, I need to see Ol first and stab him with a word nail.

"Oh hon, are you busy right now?

"No, I was called by the troop leader, but no problem. Lord Tyrea's orders take precedence over everything else."

"Yes. So can you go all the way to the Hitoshi treasure trove and get Ol?

[]/(exp, adj-na) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Ouhon runs down the aisle like a razor. Yeah, I'm glad you're in a hurry, but you're too tense, don't fall. Are you glad you were able to talk to me that much?

You sick bastard! I'm worried because this is a bunch of them.

I need to include a word, no, to Orr. In my conversation with my mother, I'll be next to Ol and interpret...

"Dear Tilea, Ortissio, I have come to serve you"

Ol came to me as I simulated various developments in my brain.

"Ol, you're early. Could he have been anywhere near you?

"No, I was in the northernmost treasure trove. I apologize for the delay."

"Ha..."

What's the northernmost! This Underground Empire is big enough to cover the city lightly. I thought you were at the northernmost end of the line and could be here so soon! Ol, even though he was actually nearby, he still has an attitude that he came from far away using instant travel. This is why Sino-2 disease is bad in the end.

"I just want to learn about metastatic magic, too. Running with physical enhancement magic can cause some time loss."

"Ol, I don't want that anymore"

"Ha."

"Ol, actually, my mother says she wants to see you."

"I call you Mother Tyrea..."

"I originally lived in Berga, but I'm here in King's Capital today"

"Is it Berga...?"

"That's right. Berga is the home of me and Tim. Anyone who comes here today is the mother of our sisters. It's not Mamila."

Explain it carefully to Ol, who doesn't get any guidelines. Hey, hold on tight. Ol, you're playing too much and you don't think our sisters really live in the Devil's City of Benz or anything, do you?

"Ha. In short, the raw one is Lord Tyrea's razor parent - heblah!

Put a back fist in Ol's forehead just like that.

Phew, are you sure...

This guy's just like a pervert (Nielsen), and he's going to be disrespectful to his mother. Yeah, well, even though it's already what I expected, it's gonna haunt my head for Orr's Sick Two. If this happens again, will you educate the pervert (Nielsen) as well as me? The pervert (Nielzen) makes the same mistake once and reflects. So you'll put heat on your sermon to Orr, too.

"Oh, Owhon, I need another favor."

Speak to Legionnaire Ouhon, who is waiting even upright immobilized at the end of the aisle.

"Ha. I don't know what to say."

"Well, can you get Neil from the training room?

"Commander-in-Chief Nielzen, right? I understand."

Ouhon runs out of the aisle again like a shedding. I asked for it. I'll wait for the pervert (Nielsen) to arrive while watching Ol snort in the aisle.

Then a few minutes later, the pervert (Nielzen) also arrived. Ol also rises loosely holding on to his forehead as he finally recovers.

"Dear Tyrea, I have come to the service at your behest"

"Neil, you've come a lot. Actually, my mother's in the store right now."

"Dear Saila, I must greet you very soon."

"Neil, you've grown. Your attitude is very favorable."

"I'm afraid so. The great Tyrean, Camilla, is in his place. If you do, you have to treat them with respect."

Yeah, yeah, even if I set aside the same medium secondary line, I can favor the attitude of wanting to say hello properly.

"Ol, you figured it out with Neil's attitude. It's what you're missing now. Learn hard."

"Ha. But why does Commander-in-Chief Nielzen take such an attitude? This time the guests are just human beings - hi-no!

Put your hands on Ol's neck. And I let him wave up and down. He even showed Ol the gesture of scratching his neck with a knife.

"Ol, yellow card. Next time you say or do something unpleasant, seriously cut off your neck."

"Also, I'm sorry. Dear Tyrea, please. Please forgive me."

Ol complains in tears. Big tears, big grown-ups.

"Well, if you're gonna cry already, think about it and act on it."

"Also, I'm sorry. So, but what didn't I... Commander-in-Chief Nielzen, what the hell was wrong with me?

"Ortizio, you have no idea what it's like to be a loyal minister!

The pervert (Nielsen) rises sharply against Ol. Yeah, that's right. Teach him good common sense.

"That's right. Neil used to make the same mistakes that Ol makes today."

"Ha. It's a lifetime of unconsciousness, shameful thoughts"

"I almost killed Neil because I was out of it."

"I didn't know that Commander-in-Chief Nielzen was about to be executed by Master Tyrea..."

"That's what happened. But Neil ended up noticing his own mistakes. That's why I forgive you."

"I would like to thank Lord Tyrea for his warmth"

The pervert (Nielzen) bows his head deeply. Yes, the pervert (Nielsen) is a medium sick person, but this kind of courtesy is a good place for the pervert (Nielsen).

"Ol, you're just bonkers and you're not being reasonable. Tell Neil exactly where you are."

"Ha ha, it's a smudging word. Now, Commander-in-Chief Nielzen, would you mind giving me the foolish professor?

"An infidel like your Lord should be executed immediately if it is meant to be. But that's what Lady Tyrea said. I'll tell you exactly what to do as a loyal minister."

[]/(exp, adj-na) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Then the pervert (Nielsen) preached his logic to Ol. I just said to Ol, "Come to the store when you're done preaching perverted (Nielsen)" and went to my mother first. You can't keep your mother waiting too long. When I went up the stairs and back inside the store, my mother was blinded by the condiments she kept in the store.

"Mother, the ol' will be here in a while"

"Oh, yeah. Tyrea, do you know what this store is made of..."

"Aha, my mother was surprised, too. You're already surprised. It's plain, but it's a super fancy assortment that people can see."

"Tyrea, you're such an easy girl! This condiment alone will build four or five regular stores. It's not normal for you to have all these conditioning items."

"That's why you're saying it. Ol is the son of a great nobleman."

"You already... think such a great nobleman lends money only with good intentions!

"So, it's... it's between Ol and me, or my cooking arm..."

When I answer a lot, my mother stares at me with a look like, "Oh, man." Hey, Mother, stop looking at me like that stupid girl.

"Phew, Tyrea, I've decided to be ready too. Looks like Mr. Ortizio and I are gonna have to sit back and talk."

"Oh, don't exaggerate like that. Mother can tell if she meets Ol too. He's not such a big guy."

"Tilea, that's enough. You showed me the books better than that, but you still haven't borrowed them. Can I see it?

"A borrowing letter? That's not true."

"Ha!? As far as your books go, you owe 'billions'. And yet you don't have a debt! And I don't believe it. What's Mr. Ortizio thinking?

"Yeah, well, even a promise is a contract."

"That's right..."

My mother is worried about holding her head down again. Oh, you don't have to worry so much. It's on the books, so I won't forget the amount of debt.

"Mom, it's okay. It's on the books, so I don't need a loan."

"Ha - Tyrea, if you haven't written it down, you can still step down on your debt. And vice versa. What would you do if you had a difficult contract?

"My mother said she was worried too much. Ol and I are friends of 'Me, You'. I'm not such a malicious guy. Trust me, it's true."

To be precise, we are friends of the "Evil God, servant". But if you even explain medium two diseases, your mother's brain will overheat, and let's not. It's okay because the New Answer fits. That's how he knows his mind.

"Oh, I'm getting a headache listening to you"

Mother holds her head and flutters with pleasure.

"Mother, don't think so much of it"

"Tyrea, you do not understand the horrors of the aristocracy"

"No, no, he said he knew. Noblemen. Aside from Ol, they must be rich. Bourgeois, hit it, hit it."

I squirt my fist out as I footwork.

"Tyrea, think seriously!

"Oh, tell me. Hiya, hi, hi."

My mother follows my cheek. My cheeks stretching out.

It's not like it's going to be that serious. It's that ol' thing. Contrary to my ease, my mother seems more and more alert to Ol. When my mother took her hand off my cheek, she started talking with a nervous face.

"Tyrea, listen to me. I haven't lived in the city of Berga all my life. When I was younger, I used to live in King's Capital, and I used to do adventurous things."

"Heh - it is. I didn't know. By that time, did you know your father?

"That's right. I knew my father then. That's the best memory I have of the King's Capital. But some memories are good and some are bad. That's..."

Then my mother told me about the bad memories. The shallowness of the aristocracy. On the surface, it's glowing and it's fine to fall in on people. A number of incidents in which her mother's friends and acquaintances were sacrificed.

At first I was listening with ease. But the story based on her mother's real experience was far enough to vividly change her mind about Ol. Now I'm hearing particularly bad chest shit in that case. I'm talking about a human but evil and a feared aristocrat.

……

…………

……………………

"So what happened to that kid?

"He's dead. My body and mind were blurred. Evil has been the object of his house since the beginning. Pretending to be gentle by deceiving me so skilfully... I regretted it so much if I had more power"

The sad look on your mother's face. I can see how painful that was.

The child's condition was so similar to mine now. investment to the point of Orr's excess. Even greater nobility but wicked god, wicked god and verbal skill lift.

But the sincerity of it...

"Oh, wow, so, you mean Ol was cheating on me, too? Me, or Tim looking for me?

"I don't know. So I'm going to make sure of my sincerity. Maybe we'll just let go of Berga's shop."

"Oh, no... well, for what I was foolish, I took a Berga store... a store that was proud of my father and mother... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Tyrea, don't cry. Mom, if I can protect you, that's fine. I don't need a shop."

"Ugh, uh-huh, mother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wow, if only I were firmer..."

"It's okay. That's enough."

My mother embraces me and gives me a head.

When I regret it...

"Dear Tyrea, thank you for waiting. I'm here to re-educate Ortizio."

The pervert (Nielsen) brought the devil (Orr) in Doya's face.