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

The coffee shop that the rest of the group was supposed to propose and start - the maid coffee - was initially unexpectedly unacceptable to the citizens of Wang Du, who did not know what it meant.

But I'm forced to be the first to bring in Tao's men who were on my watch to spread that reputation.

Such authentic activity bore fruit, and today, the fifth day of the store, it had been quite busy since morning.

"" Welcome back, master!

A super beautiful maid of Naoko, Nami, Yasko and Cumiko will pick you up in line, replenished with plenty of blood before you leave from Lagon.

Though it is the Lord's suggestion, Yayoi believes that I will certainly not be greeted like this in the royal palace of nobility, and that the maid of absolute nobility cannot be so cheerful.

Nevertheless, it was not unusual because it never existed before, such as where the cute girls would say so and welcome me with made-up clothes.

Besides, the maids are all there and the beauties are all there, so even if it's just a peek from the outside, it's all back in front of the store.

About a cup of tea is reasonable, so I went outside on a few errands, shopkeepers who can afford the time, etc. drop by for a little while.

Then the artisan-style man, who seemed not to rush to work, also entered the store and came out as soon as he had a cup of tea.

When you leave the store, 'Welcome to your husband', we can all speak up. Since there is not much service other than ordering and serving, this seems comfortable again and the store spins quite quickly.

The craftsman who left walks out waving a major hand as he cuts the wind with his shoulder. He looks artisan but his heart seems to have become royal nobility.

More and more people enter the store when they see it and want to taste it again. Finally, there was a queue in front of the store.

These craftsmen have a lot to see in the morning, but they visit the store again in the evening with their earnings for the day. By the time it was past sundown, the store was full of people again.

Easy snacks are served in this store, but these are mostly made by two people, Yayoi and Hatsuna, on the back.

Because they're young, they can't do what they want.

Especially when it comes to this delicate brothel called Maid Coffee, there seems to be something wrong when they are watching the store help.

By the way, at present, the Clathabi group with Largo receives the blood of Largo, while the Mitsu group with Lagon receives the magic supply from Mitsu.

They who remained in the Wang capital had obtained permission from Largo to tolerate, to some extent, blood supplies from humans.

Of course, there should be no rumors such as the presence of a wipley, so it is conditional on a minimum extent.

Using that minimal range, Yayoi knows that the adult-style whipleys who work in the store call it evening information-gathering and do their best.

But Yayoi and Hatsuna are kids, so I just can't do that.

So I decided to focus on the little one and think about another service.

It is a breast massage for breastfeeding mothers.

I decided to help mothers with babies get their breasts out worse during breastfeeding, or force them to milk their clogged breasts and make them milk better.

This is a free service. Instead, let them drink just a few boobs that have gotten better.

While there were few guests, Hatsuna's moves allowed me to drink a little to rewind my time, and repeated that I drank more and rewind, I had a good amount.

When Whipley sucks blood, it can grant an effect that improves blood flow to suck it up to the last drop in a short time.

Breast milk is in other words blood, it seems to have the same effect, and I was fortunate that once I was treated here, my milk would come out better.

For this reason it is not necessary to come again soon, but the reputation of breast massage, which often comes out, builds a reputation, and those who come even from afar on purpose continue to do so.

Besides, more and more people come to the store to come back even though they haven't even gotten out bad yet.

Even though it's not as intoxicating as the human side of being sucked feels when you act as a bloodsucker, you may be coming to relieve parenting stress by feeling something close to it.

I'm just getting started, but it's not surprising that it's quite thriving.

Mothers come easily because it is a free service to receive.

Apparently after Tao's office, he was popular with being friendly to citizens.

Actually, I'm having tea at the cafe upstairs while I'm waiting in order, so it's not in our interest.

Because there is no common sense in this world to hide breasts from babies, mothers with babies often breastfeed their freshly released breasts in coffee shops and go home.

When Mitsu magically replenishes the SS in front of the Lagon, it is also from these places that he gives his chest without concealing it at all.

With such a tense young breastfeeding wife coming, it seems increasingly popular with men.

Not only that, but such a woman gets into maid handling and starts to leg for it.

Besides, I bring in more and more people I know, whether they're breastfeeding or unmarried. This was out-of-count.

Come to think of it, nobility has both men and women, so it's not surprising that as a woman you dream of a life that can be made into a maid, and vice versa, women are probably more into that kind of dream story.

If we divide the time slots and set up female service times to give preferential treatment, and the Odishans make it the same price and unattractive pricing at the easiest times to come, we are talking about whether the separation of men and women will automatically proceed.

Well, there are other benefits to this one, so no problem.

The evening approached and the sun rose.

Yayoi's last customer is also a repeater. This is how the massage was cut out.

"Speaking of which, you guys are looking for a grandpa who broke up alive.

"Yes, in the Wang capital, when they die, they all mean they'll be managed in a cathedral or graveyard, so my sisters went to check it out, but they didn't want those people.

"Well, I'm worried, is it quite convenient that you guys are doing a fine job like this, but you don't notice from over there?

"It is. Grandpa, I'm worried because I have a disease.

"Right. Me too, since my husband's at the drugstore, I'll be a little bit careful. Oh, no, it seems like there's a group of people with a bunch of sick people. He's here, too. He's playing the summariser there. Some lady.

"What kind of person are you?

"We just met downstairs. He's a bearded man with a yellow muffler.

Soon Yayoi will be on the wipline, contacting his people downstairs. After a while, Naoko contacted me.

"Yayoi, maybe Bingo. He said there were a few people like that. And there's no doubt that after that demon clan attacked, there was one grandfather who came in. But thank you. The guard is stiff. It seems like a place you can't go in except for your people.

Okay. I am the last person to follow Kamar.

"Please."

It was a different route than I had assumed, but it still didn't seem like this way of communicating was a mistake.

Besides, women are light mouthed and informative with each other.

The man with the yellow muffler and the mustache says his name is Brandle.

Yayoi flies considerably higher than a person's height so that it is no longer found in anything with a good eye, even though it is dark outside.

Brandle puts his hand in his pocket and goes back to the twist in such a condition that he steps on a skip whistle. I'm sure in my mood, I feel a little like I've become a nobleman.

Walk about half an hour down the main street where the carriage can pass and turn the road about three degrees. And about 10 minutes after entering what is said to be downtown, he leaps into a dark, narrow alley when he looks around to make sure no one is there.

It's hard to lose sight of it here. Yayoi rushes into Brandle's hair.

Brandle knocks on the wood door of a stone house in the alley.

Cocon con con.

There was a man's voice from inside.

"What about Your Highness's butt?

"It's cracked.

"Brandle?

(What an unproductive euphemism. Maybe it's okay because no one can think of it as a fitting word. Besides, if this answer is bad content, you're going to get caught for disrespect when you only hear that word.

"You were too late.

"I'm sorry, Zato, but I need to go wild.

It doesn't look like he was there by made-to-measure coffee.

"I don't care, did you have any medicine?

"I had some medication for the injury, but other than that, it's pretty good. The price is pretty high, but they won't sell it until I tell them what's going on.

"Well, I think the Norriscan store on Banzaar Street will accommodate you to a certain extent.

"Even the wound pills are about there, you give them away. The city's been tingling since the raid the other day. Hard to get even regular medications. The Norriscan store has been trading for a long time, so it's okay to continue, but when it's the first time, the pharmacist has to put it on the record. Officials are coming to check it out anyway. That's right.

"How dare you. We're in trouble because we eat so much sedition.

"We used to think about doing that.

"Don't be silly. I already know enough good things about a stable reign. But they can't see the eyes of the day when the reign is stable. That's why I have to protect you.

That's what you two go into the back of the room talking about.

Looks like there's a basement. The room is quite spacious, lined with beds and many men put to sleep.

Many are injured, but some seem to be more than just injured. He must have been transported here for some reason and left to sleep.

Check each and every one of them to see if they are not Demons. Hi, it looks like there are no demons in this room.

"How's Grandpa upstairs?

"No. I think he's alive a lot without food or drink, but he's not moving anymore. Master Ganjin used to pick that up, too.

"Because that guy is what he is.

(Is there someone upstairs? And Grandpa...

Yayoi decided to wait for the brandles to move as the door was closed.

"I wonder what Master Ganjin is doing to cure these guys?

"Well, when you're feeling better, you're letting him get away even outside the kingdom, aren't you? It's not good for these guys to be here.

"I can't believe they got out of slavery, they have to drop themselves on criminals like us. I can't even work in a decent place.

"Where did you get all that money, Mr. Ganjin?

"Don't say that. Maybe Master Gunjin is rich, maybe he has a sponsor.

"Right. If there is a god to throw away, there is a god to pick up.

"Shall we have dinner then?

They finally got us out of the basement. Yayoi flies through the stairs to the room upstairs in the dark.

Upstairs there was a human being who seemed to be able to move there, but at the far back of it I discovered a black object rolling round the corner of the room.

(Dear Ronoweh!

Yayoi looked familiar.

When the Whipleys had all become Kamal and lost their magic, the Grand Count of Ronoweh, who was in the rear line, fled the formation suddenly disappearing after becoming a small old man. Many of the elites had accompanied them, but their magic had already been exhausted, and they were nowhere near protecting Ronowell's self.

It was fortunate that Ronoweh had managed to escape by the time the hands of a group of kingdoms approached the tracks of the formation, but when the Yayoi and the soldiers from the front line gathered, they were almost immobile. Exactly the same as its appearance.

Then when he heard the Krasabi report, Ronoweh went out to King's Capital alone to guide Lago himself. It was during the day, and none of the wipleys had the magic to resist the solar rays.

Yayoi hurries to get in touch with him on the wipline.

"Well done, Yayoi. I have to report it to Master Largo. Stay there for a while. I'll follow your place and have someone pick you up.

"I can take you home.

"It would be weird if a young girl had a grandfather bigger than herself.

I don't know. Okay, I'll wait.

Yayoi turns to Ronoweh's face to see how he is. It doesn't look like he's dead.

The last remaining magic in the body manages to connect only life.

I'm afraid I can't think of a way to bring this back to life for Yayoi. Would Mitsu be able to handle it? Though I don't know about a grandfather who sucks a girl's tits like a girl, I couldn't think of any other way to provide Yayoi with a nearby magic supply.

Someone came to visit me after a while.

"Hello, open it.

It's the voice of a cum.

"Who? That's a woman's voice.

"You got a woman coming here? Well, let's get out." A man called Zato approaches the front door on the brandle. "Who? What happened to the ultimatum?

They still can't open it unless they say the right word. The fact that you didn't make that call for the euphemism means that Knock must have been an ultimatum - a signal - before that.

Cumiko, it's Cocon Con Con, and then...

Trouble.

That said, all of a sudden the cum's voice echoed into the room.

"Open it!" I wonder if the men have solidified momentarily, their eyes wander and follow it with no expression. The front door opened and the cum, still in the maid, came in really well. "Very much so.

Just in case, Yayoi comes close to Kumiko while still in Kamar.

"Thank you, that was close.

"So, where? Ronowe-sama.

"It's upstairs.

"Bring the old man upstairs immediately.

"Yes."

The two replied powerlessly, and immediately went upstairs and came down with a ronowe.

"Thank you, then I'll take this grandfather home, but if anyone asks, my family will come and say I took him home.

"Yes."

That's right. Cumiko's temporary rule is easy. Just a voice call will clean it up. However, this seems to be the only ability when you are transforming.

Let the men help Cumiko carry Ronoe, and when he goes outside, Cumiko closes the front door.

"Then lock the door and rest as you are. And Brandle, I'm glad you're never coming to made-to-measure coffee again.

After the sound of locking the door, there is a sound of two men falling to the floor softly in the room.

Yayoi returned to the figure of a child, going from behind the cummies to a made-up cup of coffee, caring for Ronoweh.