All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

I loved your brother.

mother and a distant older brother.

Those two were the girls' families. My father died suddenly before the girl could be cared for, and it's not in her memory.

Also, my older away brother has been one of the closest adults to her since she was born.

It was gentle at all times, and it spoils me to the fullest extent of my mind. You ask me anything if I'm selfish, you don't miss a few things, and it was your brother who would rush first if he had something for me.

Of course I loved my mother. It's the scratch on the balls that says Gamigami as soon as there's something a little harsh going on. That's when you hide behind your brother. Then your mother and brother will cover themselves with a bitter laugh.

My best ally was my brother, and that's why she liked your brother the best in the world, too. I was glad to be told that the flowing blonde had a calm eye area that looked just like her.

One day, such a brother became a brave man.

I'm proud to have become a brave man, but when I heard I was leaving home, loneliness prevailed far. It was the first time I could not stop crying if I didn't go otherwise, and I missed you so much after your brother had gone.

My favorite brother didn't ask me for my favor. I shaved a little, but my mother told me to fix my mood. I reconsidered that I couldn't help it, and my brother regained his nature and mood if I thought he was doing something amazing.

So I couldn't wait for the letter.

Letters from your brother always cared about us. There were circumstances that I couldn't elaborate on, but for that matter, there was a line of words that cared about my family.

The lowest times in the Empire.

In the afterlife, the reign of the last emperor in less than a decade, so said.

Everything piled up by the royal family was terminal like hitting an avalanche and collapsing, but the Barrow family of the girl's birth house was relatively wealthy. Sometimes my brother became a brave man, and his life was covered.

So against the times themselves, I never thought a girl would be hard.

But that day.

The day there was a raid of strangers and armed men, without any foretaste.

The mother hid the girl behind the break-in and told someone she was breaking in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I couldn't help you right away, I'm sorry...!

"Shit. You said you've been after him just because it's his home!? Imperialist cunts."

- At the time, the girl didn't know what had happened.

The girl was just fuzzy when she was embraced by a woman who was her brother's work companion who had seen her once in a while. It was as if I didn't understand what the guy who was your brother's work buddy, whom I had spoken to several times, was talking about.

So, I heard.

"What about your mother?

The two turned away. I couldn't tell them anything about the girl who was protected by her mother and was able to hide intact until the end.

It's a lie. It's a lie. Flatteringly, denying reality, yet knowing with childhood what she had lost, so the girl couldn't say anything to them, another voice.

"Brother, is...?

The best ally in the world, you can't rush me, you don't.

Sieg ate his teeth and Altena just hugged the girl hard.

Then, a few days.

When the environment surrounding the girl was dangerous, she was to be taken away by Sieg, an arm-written adventurer and a powerful man of thick secret use, as well as trust from the Church. Altena also raised her hand, but she was only seventeen at the time. I was to glance at the girl as one of the escorts.

In the meantime, the girl...

"Brother, honey, ha..."

From the day her mother died until the funeral was over, the girl kept waiting for her brother to return, and in the end.

"... that guy, ha"

That brave man, he didn't come home.

A letter from the brave, arrived the next day after my mother's funeral.

……

The girl silently tore away the letter she had always been waiting for by leaping her chest open.

Throw it on the floor so fine and chiseled that it will never be able to connect.

On one piece of paper that fell on the floor, the puffiness and the Shizuku fell.

"What is it, brave man..."

Two, three pieces, one wet after the other. I suck the girl's tears, I fumble. Tears that can't be sucked by what was a letter flow from the girl's eyes.

Defeat the lowest emperor in history. Pull out the Holy Sword, get the back shield of the Church, eliminate the tyrants of oppression and save people. Well, that's a fine thing to say. I guess I don't have time to look back or anything. I guess we even have to move forward. His actions are more important than his family's, and I'm sure even losing his family will be a beauty story.

That's why I couldn't forgive the girl.

"... what?"

The girl makes a noise and steps on the wreckage of a fuzzy letter.

Thin paper. I don't even feel like I stepped on it. Trample it again and again.

"What, what... what a brave man!!

Throw away the chisel and step over and over the wreckage of a letter that sucked and fumbled with your own tears.

"- Do it, do it"

To save the country, to be wanted by people, only one girl did not want it.

It does not reach the dungeons formed by the emotions of many people, such as the thought of just one person. It does not become a secret of grace, it does not even become a demon.

Such, tiny thoughts.

"Kill me, I'll do it"

That's why she decided to do it with her own hands.

"I'll kill you, brave man...!

The calm eyes of the girl, who resembled her brother very much, sharpened as she grinded thinly from that day on.

When I woke up in the morning, rice was ready.

He woke up in the bathroom tub and crawled out of his face even as his body's savings hurt, Len blinked his eyes properly.

When I wake up, I find it hard to believe that there's rice lined up at the table or that this is some kind of miracle.

The sorceress noticed Ren in a tone of nothing.

"Oh, I'm up."

"Ah, yes. Good morning - Shh!?

Ren, whose eyes were filled with unfamiliar sights, raised his face and solidified when he saw the witch magician.

"Shen, Pa. That's the way it is..."

"What? It's just an apron, though"

I see, the sorceress is right, it's just an apron.

Milk colored, simple apron. I'm not decorative, but I'm going to wrap my hips and chest together with strings. His hips were tied behind him, his chest was in the shape of a fastening in front, and the strings that were just tied together were one point of decoration.

Of course, there's no way Ren, who lives alone with an apron or anything. In other words, the sorceress put her apron in her luggage when she ran away.

What's going on with this guy, bringing aprons to his runaway luggage or something? Ren squeezes out his words even as he groans inside.

"It's not weird at all...... It looks great, yes."

"... nothing would look good on the apron."

Have I said something unusual? The witch magician with the pointy voice pissed me off, but I can't help it because it actually suits me.

On top of your usual adventurer style, a simple yet cute apron. Not like yesterday's sleeping roll in thin clothes. A charm created by the intersection of an accent called apron with what you usually treat as a senior. You didn't like how Len complimented you, and I couldn't help but look colorful when I dyed my cheeks and then untied the apron and took it off.

"No, it's cute. Surprised. Surprisingly cute. What is it, senior? I don't know why anymore. What am I supposed to do, Senior......!

"Sit down now! And shut up and eat!!

Ren sits at the table, who manages to contain his jerking thoughts and doesn't know what he's running his own mouth.

"Until I prepare the rice, thank you......" Huh? It's so luxurious, this. "

"Normal?

Bread on beef stew. That's the end of it, very briefly, but stews and other things that aren't even yesterday's leftovers from the morning usually don't appear at the table.

At least, Ren doesn't make such a handful in the morning. I mean, I've never cooked anything like this that seems like a hassle. Cut, cook, shake the salt, eat with the bread and it's over.

"Or you won't be able to help unless you eat the most in the morning. I had a hard time with nothing. What the hell, that kitchen"

"No, I don't do very elaborate self-catering."

"Hmm? At least buy a pot or so. What do you usually eat?"

"That makes the right thing texty...... ah. Speaking of which, how did you make a stew without a pot?

"If we expand the use of magic, we can substitute cookware. I don't usually do it because inadvertently disarming it can be terrible."

Snooze and sip with a spoon as we chat.

"Good."

It was out of the blue in my voice.

"... don't flatter me."

"No, it's really good. What is this!? What would be the breakfast I've had so far if this were normal!?

"You exaggerate. It's not just stew."

"No, no, no. I don't even remember eating this delicious food at the store."

"It's just that you haven't been to the locked shop."

"Huh? You know a store that tastes better than this, Senior? Then tell me next time."

"... right. If you feel like it."

Even as he rounds his eyes, Ren strikes a tongue drum.

The spicy nature of the spices matches perfectly with the sweetness of the boiled onion until it melts in the thicket. If you spoon in the beef, the meat fibers will cut loose. The bread also seems to be deliberately re-baked, fluffy as it is crisp.

The sorceress says nothing in particular just to see Len's reaction. Answer quietly as opposed to a shaggy ren to the taste of the meal and stand up before you are finished eating.

"Well, I have a dungeon search. You're off today, tomorrow, right? Can I take care of the dishes?

"Of course it is. I'll do it."

"None."

"Ah, seniors"

Ren smiled and said goodbye to the sorceress who was just headed to the door and had a delicious meal to regain her composure.

"Come on in."

"Mmm."

Snorted softly, the sorceress went outside.

The sorceress who shut the door leaves her back on the wall.

And put your hands on your own cheeks.

"What, no..."

Make your own cheeks grope. When cautioned, cheeks loosen. I'm not happy. It's been a while since my junior praised me for looking a little apron. Lift your cheeks with your palms. I'm not such an easy woman. As much as a compliment, I can relax. Have a good sharp eye. Because you ate the meal so delightfully. I can't believe I'm happy with the childishness that I lost my back. To get my usual self back, I grind myself thin.

Breathe, breathe.

That's when I decided.

On the day I ripped the letter off, wept, and trampled.

He said he would be able to distinguish himself from himself, who was sweet to others, and kill the brave.

Yet.

"Huh, huh."

Heat that makes your chest tickle, stomach pound and warm, like a pinch in your throat.

Over the wall, explore the signs. Forging her senses to fight, she could clearly feel Ren's presence even over the wall.

Well, what is it?

The sorceress thinks with a blurred head.

My juniors were happy with what I did as a senior, so I hope I felt a little better. Ren and I are good friends, Mr. Dick, and I want to get along so badly with Ren. Same thing. If praised by juniors, I'd be happy. Normal. We're going to live together, and it's decided that it's more convenient to get along than to giggle with each other.

So about rice, you can continue to make it.

If it makes you so happy.

She's washing her clothes. Say something softly to him.

"... I'm coming"

The volume of voice that would never reach inside the room echoed the magician's chest, small but very sweet.