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Chapter 421




Chapter 421: Not the past, not the future.
Get out of the bath and eat the rest of the silver pears cut by Fennel.
“I’m not convinced that we’re naked in front of Mr. Smythson alone…”
Naia resented me while eating silver pears in the car seat inside the east house. I turn my gaze.
Nevertheless, the only person with the same face is Naris. Tess and Sharon are rather as fun as a picnic, and they don’t seem to care at all about me being naked with one collar, and even to the fennel, they serve me “ahem” from the side.
“I couldn’t help but take my clothes off at the entrance to the village.”
Apple looks a little troubled and still tells him to follow me.
“I think the question is why don’t we all wear it after…”
Naia sighs with a red face.
Next door, Almeida cares about my gaze, while I dare to sit on my spine correctly.
“There’s no big difference in the bath or outside. Besides… not this time, it’s more of an act outside the bath when you’re in this village.”
“Oh, outside…?
“That’s in the house, in the shade around it, in the middle of the square… it’s good that this is a closed space, where female slaves, as well as feline daughters and blue-dragon females, had just been brought in to cross and seed allowances and gradually field maps”
“… oh, no… things”
“So the problem is that it’s not the number of people they run out of, or the kind of energy they’re having trouble with.”
“Isn’t that the problem? Everyone got laid back, and they weren’t in any trouble.”
“Tess, you better figure out if you can understand what you’re saying before you say it.”
Almeida seemed to be aware of the abnormality of such behavior in itself. No, maybe Tess understands and dares to enjoy it.
“As it were, well… if we’re convinced, maybe it’s okay…”
“You have trouble commenting, as a woman”
“That’s what Naris was adapting to.”
“No, well… because no one here complained about soaking a hot spring for a day instead of being naked, taking a dignified nap or drinking”
I’m making excuses, but maybe I can’t help it.
And get all dressed in the cabin at the entrance to the village.
Finally, give Sharon the test of wearing clothes while fully stroking that selfish body.
“Yay… I can’t wear clothes… even if I have my hands there…”
“What would happen if I showed this sight to the Great Knight of Felios?”
“Aren’t you going to die?
“No, I might rather not move. That one looks soft, but the roots are serious…”
“No, Al, because that guy is dying normally. Because of the proclamation of female slavery by the Knight Sharon.”
“What…”
“Before that, only Mr. Almeida has seen anyone refer to the Great Knight Felios as’ soft looking ‘… Aren’t you an arr super kowamote?
Listen to the frivolous conversation between the Red Arms and blow it out a bit.
“… Naia. The flashing sword is shining, though.”
“It’s a natural phenomenon. Sometimes it’s a treasure sword.”
Witness the flashing sword cloak at the patterned buttocks to make the fuon-fuon and rainbow light brilliant (kirame) as protest.
… I wonder if I can’t see it in that state.
“I haven’t had a hot spring in a while, it felt so good”
Led out of the woods by Fennel as Apple soothes even though it is purely a loose end.
And when I stopped straight at the tavern, Sevory and Cute were running around despite the night business.
“There you are… Ah, your husband… and Renfangas’s”
“I’m home.”
“Welcome back…… so, do you mind? Anyway, there you are, Mr. Tetes. Alcohol, what do you want?
“I don’t have alcohol.”
“Shall I have a drink?”
“It’s over here too. What’s Naris gonna do?
“I’ll drink that. What kind of training do you want to go back to the polka and not even drink alcohol?”
Four of the gauntlets get their seats sassy and into a drinking attitude.
A few of the city’s drinking guards, who had already been there, cheered on the beauty of what they had seen for a long time.
“Hey, Apple, how about a drink over here?”
“This is jizzy, you’re a bad handyman, so don’t. I’ll treat you.”
“Bad habits. Bad listening.”
“He said he saw you swinging drunk sometimes and trying to touch Cute’s ass. They always spot me because I’m acting hecky.”
“Whatever.”
A soldier’s grandfather is laughed at by the liquor store regulars.
“Come on, Cute’s mine, so give me a break.”
When he smiled and gently stabbed the nail, Grandpa cut back.
“Don’t skip my balls or anything! Ever since Sevory, Oregano from the clothes store, and Marone from the doctor’s office all got their hands on it!
“Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
“No moron can beat Andy if I say it by hand.”
“You’re gonna get stabbed one day.”
“I wonder why you’re not getting stabbed at the moment.”
Drinkers all snort.
Fluent (relaxing) voice from the valley.
“Female slavery is supposed to be a mere play, but when will the custom of calling Lord Smythson my husband take root among the women? By spiritually putting Lord Smythson on top, it may be easier to unconsciously convince Lord Smythson of his actions.”
It was Irina who was sitting right on the top of the drinking table and eating sausages.
… What are you familiar with?
“No, what are you gonna do, convince me?”
“Irina’s a victim, too, isn’t she? More like this, you idiot is not with Gatsun.”
“That being said. Multiple marriages are not uncommon in elves.”
Flush while mopping. No, then don’t be weird.
“He’s a Trotman!?
“No, Celesta soldier.”
“Was that a soldier? I thought you became a blacksmith in Celesta.”
“I thought you were the son-in-law of the Great Landlord.”
“Why not?”
… Grandpa Drinking Guard’s speculation doesn’t have to be far, in a way.
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I’m not married yet, Mr. Deane, but I have a decent or Aurora. The land looks amazing. No, when I mention it, I don’t know what it’s like to be a clan chief or anything, but here’s an abbreviation.
“Yes, someone elsewhere is ambiguous, half-baked. That’s why Lord Smythson doesn’t obey anyone. I don’t have the right to obey.”
Irina drinks up a lot of beer and takes a good seat.
Walk over to where you are and to me, as if the child were going to do it to his parents, turn his back and grab both hands, sweetening them to hang on the blanco.
“Then I wonder if there might be something that would only be allowed under this man’s asylum, not under any national code… everyone thinks. Each desire, desire, sin, strength, weakness, loneliness… makes me want to believe in the possibility that this man’s heart, not the law, can forgive and live in peace.”
“Is Andy such a big deal? I hear you and Mr. Dragon are close…”
“Phew.”
Irina laughs like a king somewhere while still posing like a child.
“The particularity this man possesses is not a big deal in itself. It’s just a sweet desire. Makes me happy, keep smiling… That’s natural. Then it’s a coincidence, or the giant chicara it knitted up. This man is using it flat. Without drowning, without being swayed.”
Somewhere proud, Irina looked up at me.
“You’ll want to bet on that vessel. What this man builds is his destiny… and it’s not” normal “that others have ever built, everything is going to be decided over blank paper, it’s a new destiny. If you think of femininity as one aspect of it… well, it’s not as unpleasant as I say”
“You told me a lot, Andy. That skanky kid.”
That’s what the old man in the drinking guard says to make fun of me, looking frigid.
“Well, yeah.”
I embrace Irina as I affirm the word.
“Why are you so unprepared to hand this white clan chief over?”
“No.”
I sniff Irina’s hair and laugh at the old drunk.
“You guys are right, I may not be a big deal… but I’m pretty sure I’m in a place where I can make what Irina says happen. I want to make a pretty girl happy. I’m sure I can do that. Of course I’m not on my own.”
“If you do, you’ll end up with a different life span than an elf. Isn’t that just irresponsible?
“But I don’t even think it’s a mistake to try to be happy”
Soon, all the ears and eyes in the tavern were gathering on me. Fennel, Apple, Naia, and two of their servants, as well as their masters.
It’s only just opened in time and not many people, and the old tavern isn’t that big, so naturally so.
“I wonder if you know them called Holy Beasts. Those guys have eternal life. Then only the one with eternal life should come close?
“… don’t say anything extreme.”
“It won’t change. No matter how different your life expectancy is, you’re in the same age now. I’m the one you can like. I hate to think it’s a mistake to love that, fall in love, and be happy. I won’t hesitate. My father died before he was your age. It’s no wonder that the living die tomorrow. You don’t know if you’ll get it. You don’t want to be shy a hundred years away or a thousand years away, don’t do what you can now, and regret the moment you die.”
“… che”
The old man of the drinking guard takes the jock wildly, drinks up the little rest and lightly puts it up on Sevory to demand a replacement.
“It’s hard to talk about drunk heads.”
“… Ha ha”
It’s not what I say after I drink up on purpose.
But, well… I mean, I gave up my objections. I mean, you admitted it somewhat.
“Sevory, I’ll have one too.”
“Yes, yes, Cute, please.”
“Nyah.”
“It’s not a nya. It’s a yes!
“Yes, sir.”
“Break a sip of straw.”
“You order your own.”
“Separating drinks is a sign of friendship, isn’t it?
Pei, while chopping Irina, I can’t help it, so I’ll give her the first bite.
“… just a little”
Naia gently places her hat as she sits next to her.
“I understand how you all feel about that.”
As Naia stares because she doesn’t say the subject, she smiles vaguely as she is.
“Shall we drink?”
“Ugh, yeah?
While I’m not sure, lightly match the jock I took back from Irina on my lap with Naia’s.
Kang, and the pottery sounded unique and good.
(cont ‘d)