Chapter 383

Chapter 383: The brave question.

Now, I’ve tried Millil’s collar.

“Is that a new collar? Whose?”

“Uh, you don’t know Sevory yet, do you?”

I’ll show you the collar I was thinking about and explain it to the strange Sevory.

“… and well, it doesn’t seem like a full moon momentum, so I decided to make a collar for Millil. That’s this.”

“… ha-ha. So, what are you looking so hard at? You didn’t think I’d calm down? I’ve already taken the word out of Mr. Deane’s presence, so I don’t think it’s going to make sense to say Nashi now.”

“No, I’m not suspicious there.”

Yeah. Honestly, even if I forced myself to collar from here without offering to be Millil, I feel like I’m going to be pretty satisfied with that.

I tried to say it wasn’t… and Naia showed up at the liquor store.

“Oh, excuse me, sir. Please wait a minute. Ho ho ho.”

“If there’s anything delicious, please”

“Haha, okay -“

Is that all right, Sevory?

Well, if you’re familiar with it, it’s not uncommon to order “at the master’s disposal”.

“You’ve had a rare time.”

Naia smiles at me as she puts her hat on the counter.

The Crossbow guys spoke effortlessly to Naia like that.

“Hello, Mr. Naia. You beat that Becker Secret Service Hundred?

“Seriously?” Agent Becker said the hundred is strong enough to hold up with Deane the hundred. “

“Fool, you’re not exactly a hundred people long”

“No, it’s not our dimension. Those people…”

“That’s convincing when Bronson says it. Bronson the Ten.”

“Ha, well, it’s time for you to get used to it. I don’t mean to be great, but it’s a military discipline.”

“Mm, you’re going to be good at Bronson’s!

“Isaac Hundred, rub him together! You’re still strong, aren’t you?

“No, hey, even though you don’t have a sword, Isaac the Hundred is a little wow!?

Bronson, who for some reason was targeted, is grabbed by Isaac, who was scratching the leafy vegetables from balls to balls on the side.

Blinking Bronson.

“Heh, you haven’t, Bronson. Lynne and Angelos are gonna knock me down with their bare hands. If it’s Ace Knight, you can’t tell Hira’s guard he’s a heck of a guard.”

“No, please don’t tell me not to be with those people or that my daughter-in-law’s are stronger than myself with such grandeur!?

“Ugh, let it go, I guess. He’s a real genius.”

The rest of the crossbow crew laughs doedly at Isaac, who is in a bad situation even though he is the one who is catching him.

I’m a little overwhelmed by the nostalgia of these guys who quickly start to soothe themselves while involving Naia.

And then he smiles back, and then Naia shows a bare gesture that cares a little about her nose (which seems to be healing already), and then he looks a little troubled when he sees the collar I had in my hand.

“Are you going to increase it again…”

“Again… well, I’m not wrong”

“… um”

You look complicated, Naia messing with your hat.

“I knew… hey, it’s hard to understand…”

“Oh, no…. I have a strong impression, after all, that slavery is about an identity without freedom… and even though it’s the unique rhetoric of the women around Mr. Smythson, it’s a little bit that he wants to be himself”

“As, well… that’s, yeah”

You’re absolutely right when you say it again. Slavery is never something you want to be yourself.

“Nyah. It’s delicious.”

And then the queer that has run puts a stir-fry of silver pears and square-cut meat in front of Naia.

No, something seems tastier than eating it in a bad sauce when you fry it with silver pear pulp. I haven’t eaten yet.

“Look, I don’t really use it when I’m up there.”

Sevory will come later and pay attention.

“Ni? Senior Sevory, did you say that before?

“Well, that’s why it was like a joke to someone close to you. We need to make sure our customers say,” Thank you for waiting. “

“To”

Cute that seems a little dissatisfied. Is it bad bat to be imitated, Sevory with troubled laughter.

Naia compares you both to a flicker wearing my collar.

“Can I ask you something? Both of you, to the slaves… you made yourselves, didn’t you?

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Nyah.”

“… didn’t you think I’d face Mr. Smythson in a more normal position or something?

“Ha… you didn’t care… I’ve heard that your husband basically wouldn’t let you go as a female slave if you were to engage with a woman.”

“Hey. It’s basic. No, no, no, no. I got it.”

Sevory’s grass would be Phaser’s. Yeah. It was no use poking around.

“Did you think that would be okay?

“Um… I don’t know if you understand.”

Sevory puts his finger on his temples with a twitch.

“Your husband is special to us young elves in the woods.”

“Exceptional……?

“It’s heterogeneous, and there are aspects of it called heterogeneity, of course. Still, it’s not just a matter of silencing the clan meeting because of merit. Um, what do you mean by this feeling, that someone from a country you don’t know will upside down a king or minister against them? I don’t know how well he told you how amazing he was, but he was such a copycat anyway.”

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“… ha”

If you ask me, is the clan council indeed like the royal marquis nobility? And from Irina’s story that blessings are never light, yeah. That’s certainly the conversion.

“I was wondering if you could understand that that’s not comparable to the seco guys in the neighborhood for what it’s worth. Besides, the neighbor’s otocho was always in a situation where it felt like she was always dealing with a woman. Is it OK to get this far?

“… hey, somehow”

“So that superhero Mr. Smythson is a dragon, not to mention a woman’s opponent, Dragon. There are rumors about holding a woman fiercely and passionately, including two dragons. Do you understand, this balance. Hundreds of years of waiting around for a fellow man with as few as a few on top of the shoppy, nasty, passive, or whispering and moaning about being my woman, whether you’re a Fae or a hero who wants to upside down the clan chiefs once and for all”

“Hmmm……”

“That’s family matters, and there’s a risk that if you heck out of your own family, they’ll kick you out. But maybe I can protect you with my nawabari with an umbrella that says you’re a more powerful dragon than the forest clan… well, if you’re going to let me live a full life as an onna in such a reliable state… well, you’re leaning”

I’m not going to say that, but objectively speaking, the Dragons and Mr. Deane are indeed powerful guardians, and my realm is guaranteed to them.

“I see… well, there’s also the problem of men being weak…”

Naia snorts and grinds the stir-fried meat.

“Besides, we are originally polygamous ants. I can’t even say luxury on the road of being made the third or fourth lady of those shopping men if I heck. Whether you’re a late daughter-in-law, you’re in a low position.”

“… that’s… unattractive, maybe not. I don’t really get the feeling that a clear marriage is not in Carlwin…”

“Heh. That’s surprising”

And when it comes to cuties.

“Originally our colony, no man, and the occasional stray traveler would be like a customer over there on a full moon day, eventually running away.”

…………

Keel was still moving like a moving corpse.

“Master, I will do something wrong with us, but I won’t do anything bad that hurts. Why would you do that?”

“… the Cat Beast values, well… yeah, I knew that somehow seemed good”

Naia also apparently gave up on understanding the sensibilities of the unusually simple cats with a real sense of reality.

“Each situation… you accept. Female slaves, rather than Mr. Smythson’s… their power as men and then their dominance… no, their ability to protect.”

“Well, would that happen if I told Dry? No matter how energetic your husband is, I’m sure he couldn’t be relieved.”

“Even in our colony, my aunt said, ‘If you’re with me, you can’t go wrong.'”

… I see.

Hi here, I thought the elves and cats were a little too effortlessly enslaved… but even the asylum (straw) power of the senior female slaves was holding them back, not me personally.

Originally asked by Naia, but I learn a little too. I don’t think a child who doesn’t even like herself would bother to become a female slave… but still, for that to be considered an ant, the existence of the Lyras was huge.

… And I wonder if it’s also big that I’m a breakcore favorite on elf territory. As long as she feels that way, at least I guess red can’t cut me off.

“… but what do you ask that about? Honestly, I think that’s all we need to talk about if we’re convinced ourselves.”

“That’s… uh, that. I’m also strongly advised by Mr. Smythson to enter female slavery… but I’m still uncomfortable… and I was curious as to what kind of mood it would be acceptable.”

“I hope it helps. Does Naia have an outlook on male relationships or something after she leaves?

…………

Naia stops moving the fork and looks a little uncut.

And suddenly he said something weird to me with a smile that seemed a little impossible to make.

“If it were Faria… maybe if she had spoken to me, she would have been Mr. Smythson’s female slave. Something like that, I think.”

“Oh, no, even if they say so”

Or I was wondering if that’s how I would say my stepmother.

And when I realized, the crossbow crew around me stared quietly at me.

Something, gentlemen.

When I cough and say so, silently Bronson holds his hands together and rests on his back, as does the silent Williams distancing himself from Tsukatsuka before dashing on Bronson.

With that hand as a stepping stone, he jumps up to near the high ceiling and releases a two-legged kick at me from the turnaround.

“Die!!

“What the fuck are you doing all of a sudden?!?

Though Williams, who flew in, Isaac caught me once in a while, I was just about to be in a very sad situation with Naia’s rice blowing up every counter if I had a direct hit.

… I mean, you, if you can do that, go for the infantry.

(cont ‘d)