Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

Anya was born in the first place in a luxury whorehouse in this territorial palace. I was born in a whorehouse because Anya's mother worked there as a whore.

There was a reason why Anya was taken as concubine of the Duke of Hahnnan as a nobleman, now the fall of his late predecessor, Baron Gongod.

That was nearly 30 years ago, when the Kingdom of North Hurn boasted of its prosperity among the continents.

To encourage the previous Baron Gongod, who had just lost his wife at the time, the previous Duke of Hahnnan brought him to that whorehouse.

At that time, it was the mother who had not taken customers until then, so called fried water.

The previous Baron Gongord said he often stopped by when he came to this territory afterwards.

Anya was born into such a mother's condition that she did not know whose daughter she was, and soon she broke up with her mother.

A bastard who grew up in a place called the Luxury Whorehouse "Bal's Hall," and unluckily the kingdom is the worst time of the day.

In part because of the times when the country continued to suffer rough mishaps and recessions, Anya was not allowed to attend the reading and writing classes that would take place in the diocese since she was a little girl - even Scala.

There was some concern that it would be bullying from a whorehouse, but it was also because the guests had to work in a severely diminished whorehouse where they just couldn't get any rice.

Not only is it her job to wipe the bodies of whores and guests, serve tea after waiting and things are done, and make beds, as well as to make water, fire, laundry and cleaning from when she is not at her old age.

I refrain from waiting, and if I have orders from customers, I run to buy cigarettes, provide dried food and snacks, and also order store stores.

I was also able to make my own, but that was an old job exclusively up the hooker, only for a short time.

Since the hands of the guests should not be on during that time, Anya as a girl must spend her time with a head close to a round pruning.

Moreover, in the absence of guests, the senior prostitute made me remember his technique, and the national system did not allow it, even to escape such a life.

Whores, even in high-end whorehouses, are treated as sub-civilian quasi-slaves, and those sold from decent private houses, said to be attached, etc., sometimes fit into the original, conditionally, but native people like Anya are branded as born slaves.

And it was finally watered down three years ago, but the kingdom still had no satisfactory income in the local whorehouse in the middle of reconstruction.

Until then, Anya, who had been working downstairs, was not sufficiently nourished, so the customer is still not familiar with the charm and lacks charm after being deep-fried.

If it was when the world was good, it would have been expected to inherit the qualities of a mother who boasted of the luster of her flesh from her youth, and would have also been given adequate nutrition and education as an investment in the future.

But the reality given to Anya was harsh.

The body of a woman who knows a man balances hormones and often changes from a puffy toddler shape to an irregular daughter-like shape with less extra luxury, but first of all Anya doesn't have extra meat.

Especially in food-deprived regions, meaty is more attractive than skinny men and women.

That's when my predecessor Baron Gongord asked me if there were any hookers who had been water-fried. It was Zorgel.

Already the whore - her mother was dead, and it was Anja who was offered that she was her daughter.

Zorgel asked over Anya and her mother and blew in that she decided that Anya's father was Baron Gongod.

At the same time Zorgel gave me various medications by saying it was magic medicine.

One is a drug that makes one's poor shape seductive.

And the other is used to increase the number of customers. It is said to be a medicine and given to them.

The medication I take myself has worked in about a week, and my body, which was docile and less irregular, has turned into a smooth, feminine, irregular body.

However, if you take it, you can't help but ask for a man, and Anja, who doesn't have many customers every day, often hesitates to use it.

In addition, the medicine to be given to the customer seemed to soak up the feeling of intoxication in a small amount. Once used, it was always repeated again, and the number of familiar customers increased.

It is not always the only customer who asks for a drink, so it is the style of Zorgel to apply the medicine to his body so that he does not get suspicious.

Anya, whose nomination became more costly, learned that she would be more pleased with the person she was satisfied with, and that she often took her medication as well.

As I earn, my diet improves, and my body shape keeps changing due to the drug effect. It was not long before he gained an attractive body over his mother.

Thus, six months later, while the kingdom was still in a difficult state, it was gradually helping to support a luxury whorehouse in difficult management.

And when the best amount in the store became available for my nomination, I was to be contracted out of the store for a high price by Zorgel.

No stranger to the status of a slave, but hastily educated, he is daughter-in-law from Baron Gongord, who was then associated, to the Duke's house with the fluke of a fallen son of his predecessor. At the same time, Zorgel was also to be employed at the Duke's house by virtue of his work in his place of parents since his mother's death.

After that, in order to get the Duke's sympathy as Zorgel said, he tried to cage with his hand and also began medications for improving his shape.

But even though he says he was taken away as a concubine, the Duke does not offer night games on the grounds of age difference from himself, etc.

Anya, who has no other technique of receiving the Duke's favor, stops the Duke in his bedroom one night and, 'Is his body so dirty', approaches him in tears and extends him to adultery.

He made the Duke lick his meds just as he had done in a whorehouse for the first time at that time, and then he couldn't get away from his affair with himself.

As my love for the Duke grew every time I committed adultery in that way, I was told that the drug I had been wearing was a light drug.

At the same time, it was taught that in a country with slavery, many slaves were looking for something to lean on in the midst of being tortured.

It is also taught that such things are necessary evils that are curbing their grievances and saving the country from the crisis of civil strife because things controlled by countries such as cigarettes and liquor are expensive and hard to come by and ineffective on top.

The need was understandable to Anya, whose country was rough and had been born in hard times to sow bitter acidity, because she knew the harsh fate that the insecurities of the reign would inflict on the civilian population and the enslavement below.

And the redemption condition for getting that drug was to divulge information about the kingdom to the mafia that was distributing the drug.

He even turned his back on the bribe and divulged the bid price to get in and out of unintelligible pedestrians dealing with other suspicious medicines, etc.

They are thought by Zorgel to be good deeds to save the country with poison.

To my mind, I felt that the merchant was the one offering this medicine, the one manipulating Zorgel from the back, but it still was.

At that time, without that medicine, I would never be able to continue to be spoiled by the Duke, an Anya who believed so and continued to intervene.

His Royal Highness, on the other hand, was a disturbing presence to himself in an attempt to stop the circulation of drugs.

But I guess Anya someday got a real affection for the Duke, who won't stop looking for his own flesh.

The love of the Duke is a monstrous one, obtained by despicable means, but at the same time he did not want to let go of his asylum, he was using this medicine and was also raising anxiety as to whether the Duke's body was okay.

This time, I became the servant of the Lord's SS Natsumi, and I also learned that the Duke's body was in a dangerous condition.

And Anya changed her mind.

For the first time, I understood that I was really dyeing my hands at something I shouldn't have done, not just because I was vampired and in service.

Now for the Duke, if you can, for the Kingdom and His Highness, I want to help.

Yesterday, it was an expression of that feeling that I tried to protect Your Highness by betting on that self.

But what I have believed was such a horrible killer.

If you're on the side of the pedestrian as it is, I can't wait to think that you were feeding on that poisonous spider, too.

Now that I have acquired my immortal body and eternal youth, I should no longer be afraid of such a thing.

And Anya found that she had also partly taken over Natsumi's abilities.

Yesterday Natsumi gave the Duke the temporary power he had.

Sooner or later, Natsumi will tell me how to exercise it.

Besides, even if the Lord goes, he can teach me how to use my powers, how to hide them, so that I can't be an apprentice to vampires for a while.

But Natsumi's ability worked tremendously better than that medicine. The Duke will be long after nightfall this morning, but there's still no sign of him getting out of bed.

I told the guards and Lady Gralis yesterday that I was noticed, but I was flushed with a half-hearted face.

There is no doubt that the evil deeds so far have resounded, and in fact I cannot help but tire from each and every one of them.

I just hope there's no neighborhood under the eyes of the awakened Duke.

By the way, Zorgel was still found dead this morning, where the poisonous spider he had taken away yesterday was found dead.

Drunk in the middle of the night, there was a spider carcass where he stuck, and he said the poison seemed to have entered his body and he was dead with an erection.

According to a soldier from the south, when that spider stabs him, he suffers and dies with an erection in about a few minutes.

Poor thing, but even if I hadn't died in such an accident, I would have been convicted of being a mafia manipulator.

For Anya, Zorgel was lucky to be gone in such a way.

I received reports that Godfrey and his lords had been arguing with His Highness in the morning by delivering a mountain or so of bananas in which the spider was in reward.

What a dangerous thing to bring and what to do if I do.

I wonder how much that princess is left to the Lord.

Certainly, in order to protect His Highness, the masculinity that was courageously challenged by that poisonous spider was wonderful.

His Royal Highness has gone to the square again shortly after breakfast.

I wanted to go with you, but Anya woke up too late.

I know where I'm going, but there's something else going on in Anya.

I decided to head there.

This morning, a man dedicated to himself has just died, so I'll make him send out a deer car for his luggage.

I wish I could let that man pull a carriage dedicated to Anya, but he's not good enough to pull a carriage, and that's better today.

Because Anja's destination is the luxury whorehouse she was formerly serving, which she thought would never take her feet on again.

"Good morning, I'm Anya.

The lady general of the luxury whorehouse Bal - - Mama was the same. He rushes in with a sleepy face and puts Anya in.

"What, you're not supposed to be here anymore, are you? Wouldn't you be ashamed of yourself if I found out you were out here?

"Sorry, early. But there's something I really want you to look into. Mom, didn't you come here as a magician who was bringing the dead back to life in the square?

"What, are you kidding me? You know, in this industry, you can't divulge information about customers. - But how much is it? I can't believe you hit the door here.

"Sorry - Mom. Leave on your own.

"Fine. You had a lot of help when you had the most trouble. However, I've been familiarly complained about a lot of things since I quit. But it's because of you that I didn't crush it then. But you're in trouble. It's not our guest.

"Really? But, you know, my..."

"Yes, it's more like another An Whorehouse. Because there was a rumor that such a weird guy was here.

"You don't have any more notes with that one?

"Uh, it's a good relationship now. Because the world's better. Hey. Thanks to the true king. It's a good thing the world is healing.

"Bye, Mom, I'm sorry, please for the rest of my life.

"Hmm, ma, I can't help it with your little favor. Then I'll give you a mouthful from me, so come visit me here in an hour or so.

"Thanks, Mom.

"But you haven't changed. I mean, I'm round, I'm gentle, and I can't help but be so full of it.

(I hadn't changed that much until yesterday. ─ ─ Come on, now, let's go inform His Highness.