All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

The place where Mr. Regular Sister pulled the reporter was the coffee shop where Ren bought him when.

It is a store that has gone through several times and has become a complete favorite. By the time I sat on the open terrace and finished my order, the reporter had also regained a lot of calm.

"Sorry, I showed you something ugly earlier"

"No, never mind"

Gently grin at the reporter who looks embarrassed.

If you turn to each other like this, you are a very normal person. I guess I was sigging in a lot. Humans, even common sense people don't know what to run for if they can be cornered. You know perfectly well that an expressionless senior opponent is terribly tired.

With a bitter smile, I grab a cup trying to have some tea.

"Shall I introduce myself? I 'm-"

"Mr. Mircina Perrion"

On the name I was told, upset appeared at my fingertips.

The cup I was just about to take to my mouth wobbles frighteningly, and there are various waves on the surface of the tea.

I looked up properly, and the other guy was looking straight at me.

"It's an honor to have it written in your eyes. You're the mayor's daughter, right?"

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Mircina Perion. Mayor's daughter. The regular Mr. Sister, so called, mouths the tea silently in order to make it between.

Well, I still remember if it was a reporter. I wondered if I should have stayed out of it, and a little regret broke my chest.

Take a sip of tea back to the saucer.

The regular Sister, who decided to respond in an instant, smiled.

"That's the name and position before finishing your entrance to the church. I'm calling you Farn now, so please do it there."

"Excuse me, Mr. Farne"

While correcting, the reporter has not lost his curiosity from his eyes.

I sigh inside if I don't pull it off. Well, that would be a great opportunity. Even if it's not work, there's a race of reporters who don't miss these opportunities.

Stick a fork in the pancake you've been transported, munch and sip. Chew.

"And you know it very well. Anyway, my father doesn't know my face that well."

Mr. Regular Sister's father is the mayor of this city and is famous as a politician.

Nevertheless, she is only the daughter herself, and she has refused to have a relationship since the beginning of her life. I am not in a position to be turned to the eyes of public interest.

"I started being a reporter just before and after the revolutionary period. I was gathering a lot of information."

"Really..."

Reminds me of an earlier conversation between a slave girl and a reporter. Sure, twenty pi - when it comes to age, that's about that age.

"I say no, but since I joined the church, I've been insulated from my father"

"I see...... sorry to overlap. All of a sudden I said something rude."

Now, if they bow their heads, I can't say anything more.

Myself and my father. The relationship, which had been pointed out for a long time, gave rise to bitter feelings in Mr. Regular Sister's chest.

The Church draws a line with the Passover. That's true, but it doesn't mean there's no connection at the same time. Whatever happens before construction, Mr. Regular Sister is not so stubborn that the pattern between parents and children is completely irrelevant.

He's had more donations from the city since he joined the church, and he's had a lot of conveniences. There are many other things that come to mind when it comes to detail. I am my father's daughter no matter where I go, including things like today.

It is something like that faceless senior who didn't change his attitude even though he knew his origins.

"Nevertheless, why are you, the mayor's daughter, in the convent? I think your father is a great man."

"It's great."

The monastery has a strong aspect of women's escape places. So it was sometimes wondered if there was anything ominous about it.

But nothing.

As a politician named mayor or as a single father. He thinks he's a respectable person from the bottom of his heart.

Here are the few cities before and after the revolution in the Herbarian Empire that the mayor never changed.

My father, who did not lose his status in that turbulent period and did not spill or protect one family member, is undoubtedly great.

Still, many people continued to die even in this city. Someone who didn't have to die kept dying.

A mid-teenage girl named Mircina Perion felt it was an event in a distant country.

My father protected me, kept me protected, finished the revolution without any real sense, and in her subjectivity it was as if nothing had changed.

"Because it's great."

That's why she left her father's shelter.

I'm not willing to talk to the first person I meet any more. Regular Mr. Sister smiles.

"But you're a reporter, after all. To be a nun, your curiosity about the world isn't dead."

"Ah, haha. That's true."

I guess there's a hindsight for asking the question that went into it. Around the cheek somewhat awkwardly, this reporter has good sense.

"Well, let's talk about a magazine that's more planned than that. It's more constructive that way."

"Really? No, that's right."

Have you understood that I am not willing to speak any more? I'm coming on a switched story.

"That was the story of a magazine for adventurers, wasn't it? I've been working there a long time, and I'm very close to you, Mr. Eze Ann, so I can give you a little mouthfeel."

"Is it true!

When I get to the point, my expression shines all the time.

"I appreciate it! No, it's like he can't see a breakthrough. Helpful!"

"No. I was listening to your conversation with the slave girl earlier, but it sounds like a plan to help you adventurers, and there's no reason to say no"

I'll think of a step by step, as long as I talk to the outside world later.

My boss may say he hates me, but it is now. In the first place, my boss is bad for turning a ruthless senior to a non-negotiable job. I don't know how much you didn't want me to be near you, but there's so much irresponsibility in making it so.

"In any case, can I ask you briefly what the plan is here? Because it's easier for me to get through, too."

"Approximately, that's what you told Slave Girl earlier. And I wish I could narrow it down to some party and even serialize it in the record column. With a consistent series, if you have a good reputation, you can do it in a book."

"I see. I don't think it's a problem after all. Let me get this straight."

"Thank you!

If it's honest, but if you're thinking about profitability, it won't crush the plan sooner. I have the curiosity I need as a reporter, but I also deserve credit for my personality not stepping too far into it.

And I came up with one thing.

If it were a column, there would also be gratuities for the adventurers offering the topic. Regular Mr. Sister had in mind the face of a boy who was sometimes dying of hunger strike due to lack of money.

"By the way, when is the inauguration scheduled?

"I'm due this spring. That's about it, because it really takes a while to prepare."

It was just at the same time as forming some boy's party.

Huh, my mouth is burning.

"If that's the case, I might be able to introduce you to a party that's just about to get interesting. We're having a new party in the spring, and we have young kids."

"Heh. If it was your introduction, I'd appreciate it a lot!

By spring, what form his party will take.

With pleasure, Mr. Regular Sister proceeded to speak with the reporter.