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

I suddenly got a bounce on Hiaquint's voice, knowing I couldn't praise Aladia for procuring the woman in confidence, and you got on my head.

"That's Master Aradia, the woman who happens to be appreciated, was sold off to the slave market by such a strong contract, and she broke herself. Come on.

"Right. Well, I'm sorry to hear about the fun.

Happily cut out, but being sold off to the slave market must mean something like an amateur ancient wife who stepped into an affair or some sort of unclean romance in a place like this. If such a disgusting increase in age were to have further collapsed, then the deviation would be a good place. Unlike a whorehouse, it's a good place to haggle if you're tempted by the beginnings of a little girl who makes an amateur dime, but, well, I've frozen into a cold cave life, Aradia, who I think looks great as someone who hits the spring on a murderous inquisitor. However, the reply given by Hiakint on his face was unexpected.

"No, I knew right away that even if that was because of age, it wouldn't mean that the so-called woman in possession would have found out if she was on the road. He was a little girl, so to speak, a blue ass, who had just grown up last year. Hi, it seems that a lot of the women who are visiting here are about the right age.

Aradia reflects on the old preconceived notion that apparently it is the older women who care about the outside world who hold intimate meetings in these places. In my knowledge, the market was for young people who were married and had no money if they didn't care about people, in barns and woods, but apparently in these capitals, young people have recently been eating crabs in places like this.

"Well, I'm sure there are many daughters here who were grabbed around Unitota and forced to sell them out or do business.

And speaking of adulthood last year, it means she's the same age as Milian Rune, that damned mouth master princess. No, no, no, no, no. I think it would have been better if some people were here to blame their daughter, who grew up so muddy, for throwing her into eternal jail rather than snapping her head off lightly, but it pisses me off that a bunch of unrelated people told her to help without knowing anything scary again.

(But you can't come home again. Damn you, you hateful Satan.

Aradia's head was completely out of Hiakint's yotai tale, yet Hiakint blossomed in showing off her troubles on crackles.

"If you ask me, the daughter broke up with her father when she was a child, and because her mother was the owner of considerable beauty, she could remarry a man so young, but then her mother gets tired too. Meanwhile, my growing daughter is getting older and older, so she's made out with a man who hits her father-in-law.

"Oh, my God, is he still your father?

"No, I might have been after that girl originally. So, my daughter was worried about it, but she loved me so much at home, she met me here every now and again. Apparently, she was blinded by the Unitata just before she rapidly lost power of it, and even forced to commit illegal acts, and her daughter was sold into slavery to break herself.

"Well, you've heard so much about it.

"For some reason, he mellowed on me overnight, so I asked him a lot. Come on. Besides, that's quite a beauty, and I thought Unitota was one of those guys who only worked for bad ass, but she also seemed to do a pretty good job..."

Asked if he was bragging for a long time or cursing, Aradia, who has been a pioneer, cuts Hiakint's story with a fed up voice. Because I know that more or less stories like this are made of multiple overlaps of stupid man's aspirations, paranoia and exaggeration, and not a very decent substitute for listening.

"Well, I don't care either of your hobbies or thoughts about women.

Anyway, I don't care about that story, so I wish I had even figured out what kind of information I could gather from that woman's muscles. Moreover, in the end, it took a considerable amount of time for the source to be told that it was not the woman, but in the Emma book of Gerzen, who manages such a woman.

That said, it seemed worth putting up with it, and from then on things go very clapping. When the weaknesses that had originally dyed his hands on such criminal activities were dazzled, Gerzen took out something called the Emma Book, which was probably a secret.

One line of Aradia, who got this, stayed in for another two nights and managed to rush around and find a place of confinement and a day of execution while Soldier Shockeye and the others saw the King's capital enter.

That much information came from the fact that a woman who had been unfaithful here in the past worked for the Royal Castle, but was able to leave the threat of a forced contract by the decline of Unitota, and was seen and found in the presence of an elite guardian of his daughter-in-law, who had become deputy secretary.

Gerzen said he was continuing his background check on ducks who were seriously on the list of forcibles that one day they would be able to help. But I had to be good at Soldier Hiakint until I threatened the wife from that information and brought her in to ask her confidential information. In fact, naturally speaking, he looked like a hungry crocodile, and Hiakint said he was a professional operative soldier there.

And Bokovo.

The morning after I had dropped the woman, the Gigolo course in Hiakint lasted a long time.

"The wife - it's called Yasko, but the deputy secretary of the guard is a pretty hard job as well. When I did that, I had a lot of night shifts and when I came home in the morning, I fell asleep. So I started to ripen, but the sunshine went on for the man, and he was quite the newbie I was after. I spoke up at the market in the morning, and when I asked him in the middle of the night, he couldn't be more than two.

Hearing that, a soldier in a physical battle that is very unlikely to be held by a woman clasps her mouth.

"If you're that hungry, you might have been able to go, even if you weren't Hiaquint's brother.

"Fool. No, the day I went to visit you with your face, the guards would fly right in to get you.

"Well, so..."

There are two deputy secretaries of the guard, who and three shifts provide the general management of the guard's hall on a 24-hour basis. Of course, it would seem that the Supervisor, the Secretary, would work during the normal day, with two Deputy Secretaries taking turns from evening to midnight and midnight to early morning. The deputy secretary Hiakint is sleeping with his young wife is the youngest, so there's a takeover, etc., and the actual day goes down, and as soon as he gets a late dinner, he goes out. In the morning, the sun rises and the secretary slowly comes to work, and then he makes the handover according to procedure, even without much content, and in the Wang capital, it seems routine to come home rubbing his sleepy eyes into his home, which is somewhere that hits the lower town.

Exactly because I'm not going to do the couple's business at this hour, my young wife will just start cleaning laundry and taking care of my meals, which means that my depression just builds up. With such a good shot at the nagging woman's heart, Hyakint adores her body, which he noticed in plenty of color throughout the night, and has just been informed that Shokiya's transport unit, which was said to arrive tomorrow the first night, will arrive about a day and a half late due to the addition or subtraction of weather on the road.

As of now, I haven't shown this one's nature yet, so it sounds like a small story I've been purchasing from a public tale that says it was on a high bill.

At last, he seemed to be trying to distract us from who we were and force us to extract information by clinging to the weakness of his young wife, who had a relationship with this Hiakint along with her pre-nuptial affair.

(I see. You're more of a guy who likes to be good at things than sloppy at women or bad femininity.