All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

My body moves well.

The fur-covered beast's arms swung through, perhaps, the air shaking momentum. Ren overtakes his opponent's blow in the backstep and sets up his sword without alarm.

What Ren is fighting for is a bear-like demon. On the beast hair covering his entire body, a whole too-like limb. If you get ripped off by sharp, pointy nails, one blow will also kill you. On top of that, unlikely in a wild beast, there is a huge mouth open in his belly without a head. It's a dimension that a vicious mouth is waiting for you, even after a long intermission between your hands and feet.

It's a horrible demon from the looks of it. At least, he's been judged out of hand by newcomers less than a year after becoming an adventurer.

But Ren can only see the demon in front of him.

Huge, but not overwhelmed like a mountain. There is power, but if you let it flow without receiving it directly from the front, it will shine. It's fast but not fast enough to go unnoticed.

Ren knows as many monsters as he can that are scarier than this. Compared to the demons we've seen in the deepest depths, we can do whatever we want.

The measures floated as much as they could. I didn't feel like losing one-on-one. It's not an easy win. I'm not optimistic either. If you fight steadfastly, you can clearly see that you can win.

All you have to do is fight with care around you. Work with your people and cover them if you need them. To that end, we fight to make room for consciousness besides the person in front of us.

Murina was watching the battle of Len like that.

I don't know what happened, another thing, I'm making progress in my struggle as an adventurer. It was a bit regrettable that I missed his moment of leap, that his leap primitive wasn't me.

"Hehe, are you looking out for me?

"Yeah."

Inquiry of a female swordsman from across the street. The voice was obviously a tease, but Mulina affirmed it lightly.

"That's Len. It'll be cool."

The female swordsman smiles after being taken lightly by a good response.

"Ugh, yeah. That's cool."

"Right!... Ah. No matter how much, Mr. Altena, you can't lay it aside. Heh. Are you happy with your brother?

"Daiji-bu. Hehe, why don't we stop by with you on your way home today? I have so much to tell you."

"... yeah"

Mullina dyed her cheeks and nodded.

I kind of couldn't wait to be glad that Mullina, who was always tenacious, started to say oh with these faces.

The way home after exploring the dungeon.

Ren, who couldn't hang Mullina's date invitation today, rolled a purple crystal with a corn and palm.

"I don't know what to do, this..."

Grace obtained in the deepest part of the dungeon. If you crack this, you'll know what the slave girl's 'blame' is.

To be honest, Ren wants to know about Slave Girl. It's about the person you like. There's no way I don't want to know. If I know, I have a feeling I might be able to get close to Slave Girl.

But can I use it on my own?

I don't know exactly what 'blame' is, but I'm pretty sure it involves slave girls. Moreover, it is like appearing in the deepest part of the dungeon. It's something that's getting deep in my heart. It's not something that I want others to know.

We somehow know that Ez Ann is a person who doesn't touch the finesse of a person's heart. I was aware that he was an amazing person in that person, but that's not why it's right if you follow her behavioral guidelines.

said the brave man. She'll never talk, so it's good to know, too.

Mr Aniki also said. I want you to decide what to do.

Neither of us told you not to use it. I understood that the word was not for Ren, but for Slave Girl. They must know.

In the past, what has happened to slave girls?

"... what happened"

To Ren, I can't imagine.

Maybe it's something you shouldn't know. That's why Ren was lost.

In the first place, a person's past shouldn't be something you can peek at on your own.

I guess it's because I was thinking about it. My legs were directed at nature and Park Square. When I went to Slave Girl's, a customer was still standing first today.

"Are you 'Slave Girl' that you will blow any troubles"

A woman with glasses. Is it in the early twenties? It clouds the eyes more and more over the lens. He is a tired person in his daily life, not leaking to examples of customers coming to Slave Girls.

"Hehe, you're dressed in a strange way. I heard this is a paradise where you can scream any stupidity. Are you sure?

……

"I'm a reporter. Of course I'm here today just for personal use...... can I still use your business here?

……

The slave girl, said to be unusual, smiles truly, as usual. I saw Ren for just a moment, but he didn't say anything or change his expression, and snorted silently at the words of the woman with the glasses, the reporter.

"Well, thank you"

A reporter with an exhausted face gives me a thousand lins.

Slave girl slowly turns on her placard from her mouth. Her shapely mouth and chin tip revealed, her mouth wide open.

"Ok!!!!! The words you tell others and the words in your heart don't always match!!!!! So you should honestly spit out your troubles here!!! Huh!"

A bruised smile glistened and the husky voice was unleashed once and for all.