被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

"I said two, didn't I?

"Oh, thought I'd get more for the workplace. I'm building a demon sword, and my hands might slip on the way to assembly, just in case."

Darya asked if it was a reason to bring three bottles and stopped.

In case you two get injured at the same time, or if you get extensive wounds, it certainly should have been.

I took it honestly and decided to put it in an understandable position in the workplace.

It's a little early for dinner, but if it's a store, it's time to open.

Darya's outrage of two large shoe creams is unlikely to get much in for dinner.

For this reason, the wine was opened while chopping the meat and vegetables that had been stocked for Wolfe and grilling the same as before.

A young man who is not using any special ingredients but is eating happily with polite chewing.

Darya had an unprecedented dining landscape of sneaking up on it and drinking it.

"They're going to say it's out of the way, but why don't you drink this?

After the meal, before Wolf sitting on the couch, I tried serving white wine wrapped in cloth.

Having a bottle directly is cold enough to be hesitant.

"It's white wine, right?

"Yeah. It's 'Ice Warm Wine' that chilled white wine to the front rinse where it freezes. When frozen, the bottle breaks, so I unplug it once first. So the scent is a little off."

In this country, the common people are not so obsessed with the temperature of wine.

Wine is difficult to transport and store. Sometimes it hits something less good. Even the same brand has strong acidity and tannins, which can sometimes come off of preference.

At those times, Darya had decided to drink it as chilled as she wanted.

It is a wine that has been turned into a so-called 'ice temperature'.

"Ice warm... that's your first time. I'd love to."

When I gave Wolfe the bottle, he poured it gently into the two glasses.

Holding the glass as it is doesn't really stand up for the aroma of wine.

"A toast to the wine you drink for the first time and to the prosperity of the Rossetti Chamber of Commerce"

"... pray for the prosperity of the Chamber of Commerce and a peaceful day, cheers"

With a bitter smile, carry the glasses that go with the kachili, straight to your mouth.

The liquor that touched his lips went down his throat as cold as it was and flowed to his stomach. It is comfortable that the feeling that passes through will turn off the warm heat.

A little after a sensation reminiscent of ice water, the taste of white wine spreads modestly to the tongue.

By the time I felt the heat of alcohol in my throat, which should have been cold, the acidity and aroma I had forgotten had returned.

I want to give priority to the chillness of my throat rather than savoring it slowly in my mouth, the second bite on, the amount increases.

"... white wine twirls my throat, it's my first time"

A young man narrows his golden eyes and looks at an empty glass.

I returned the words as I poured out my second cup plenty there.

"It will smell less, but I recommend it because it can be very cool"

"Cold drinks in summer smudge your bones..."

"Right. But it also fits a winter bath."

"Darya, you are so extravagant... but this is really nice. Let's get some ice demon stones from the house and chill in the room..."

A few wines of copper coins that are said to be flatteringly luxurious to the noble Wolf.

How strange.

"Be careful with this, because often people who aren't good at alcohol can also drink it. And when even strong people come, they seem to come quite a bit, so so do you."

"Are you prone to hangovers or something?

"Yeah. I had a friend of my father's who suddenly couldn't move or suddenly laughed out"

"Oh, that's what cold liquor scares you, isn't it? I'll be careful."

Even if you think you are resistant to alcohol, your first time drinking can be unexpectedly drunk.

Alcohol is something to drink to the best of your ability.

Beyond degrees, it's a shame you're sick, and I want to avoid annoying people with tangled liquor and drunkenness.

Self-restraint is quite important.

"Wolfe, do you drink in the barracks?

"Oh. I was with you today, I drink a lot with Randolph and Drino. Sometimes I drink with people from other departments."

"Aren't you going to talk to those people about the Devil's Sword?

"You don't do much. Everyone seems to feel that the Devil's Sword is remote. Mostly, I'm talking about a waste of time or stupidity. And then, even though it's a bit exciting, it often means' games to expose secrets', 'Exposure Games (Dissasladu)'"

"Exposure Competition (Dissasradu)?

I heard some disturbing words.

Is that a dangerous exposition story, related to the Knights and politics?

"When I say it for women, I wonder if it's a 'talk of openness'. Although it may be subtly different. It is often done when knights and soldiers get drunk. When I tell people, one by one, I reveal my secrets to the extent that I can. What I said is the rule not to talk about it elsewhere."

"Talking and listening is going to require temper..."

"No, it's not hard. Honestly, it's often a story about a woman because she's just a man. First love, women's preferences, whorehouse stories... cohons, college and work failures, fights. In the end, there's something like talking too loud and feeling collegial and federated"

I don't know if it's top or bottom compatible with a woman's love story, but it seems similar.

However, the range seems a lot wider here.

The story of Wolfe and Ivano's chest-hipsters may also be of this lineage.

"Don't you ever tell those stories and spread them to others?

"I've never heard of it so far. At least, I guess the guy you can tell you talked to won't be trusted again. Besides, I still don't think I'll talk about the trouble of being really known. And by the time we go on tour two or three times, it's more likely to be over because we can't figure it out."

When I picked up the second ice warm wine, Wolfe stared at this one.

Before they said it, I somehow predicted it.

"Darya, you want to give it a try? Exposure Competition (Dissasladu). Anything."

"Take it. Let's stand."

I answered with Nori, but I can't think of a single thing to talk about.

The stupidity about breaking an engagement is now, and I can't possibly say I have it in my previous life.

"If you speak, declare 'Exposure Competition (Dissasladu)'. If you want to ask, put the palm of your dominant hand down, once at the table or on the floor. Seniors taught me what it means to slash that hand when I tell people."

"What a rule of terror"

I am not going to say anything to people about what has been said, but what is its extremes?

I can't tell if it's because I'm a royal castle or because I'm a knight.

"It's an offer, so I'll talk first? Or do you justly wear a coin?

"Let's just go"

"If Dahlia is first, if I'm behind it, I'm first, okay?

"Yes."

Wolfe put silver coins on the back of his hand with his accustomed hand.

Glowing silver coins are engraved with tables, kingdom names and wheat ears.

"Table. Dahlia, right? With the right things."

"Exposure tournament (Dissasradu), uh... my mother went home to give birth to me, stayed at home, and gave birth to a brother who was a year different from me"

"Mother, did you like home? Many of them are nobles. If you do, your wife will go home."

"Yep. My mother seems to have liked her aristocratic home too much, divorced my father, gave me to my father and remarried 'my brother's father' at home. So I didn't know my mother."

"... I'm sorry, I think I forced you to talk"

"No, I didn't force it. I just talked because I thought it would be better than I could hear it from anybody else sooner or later. I'm completely cut off, and my father and mother are dead."

A glass of wine still full of contents makes Dahlia's fingers cold.

When I put my fingers on the surface of the beautiful glass, my mouth was distorted.

"My mother liked my father enough to be a pushy wife. Maybe I was born and my eyes woke up."

Talk about booze seats. In front of you is a trusted friend.

So what I'm going to say now is, it's just a dumb vomit, a prerequisite for being forgotten.

"The color of my hair, she looks just like my mother. I have the blood of my mother who abandoned my father. Honestly, I'm probably glad I didn't know about love. If that happens, if you don't change your mind, you won't believe it."

I never want to be like my mother who left my father.

If thoughts with heat disappear with bubbles one day, illusions and so on are awesome. I'm sorry I hurt you with that, and I can hurt you - somewhere in my head, that's what I've been thinking.

In fact, I rarely remember a man who had been engaged for two years, and I have a more enjoyable self making magic guides.

I'm not like my mother, and I can't say enough myself is caught like a little thorn (straw) within.

"... I don't know how you feel... but I think Dahlia is Dahlia, apart from either of your parents. Besides, kids don't follow their parents all the time."

"... right"

I reassured Wolfe, who speaks quietly as he chooses the words, for some reason.

Lie your eyes down with cloudy words. It's just a little awkward because we talked too much in momentum.

"It's a mystery whether or not to match the weight of Darya, but let's talk about my body, too. Add the aristocratic drool!

"Add the aristocratic drool?

Well-said Wolfe calla the rest of the booze at once.

Like a sudden change in the youth, Dahlia gives it a little bit.

"My mother, the Third Lady. I was the Duchess' escort knight, but my face. Okay, for the reason that there's ice magic, or marry my father. I was born with no magic. My father didn't seem interested in me, and my mother taught me the sword, and I joined the Demon Crusade Squad to this day... you've been talking a lot around here."

"Yeah, I'm listening"

"Then the Exposure Competition (Dissasladu). When I was ten, a carriage was attacked when I went to the realm, and about twenty people, including my mother, died. My mother and the knights covered me and the First Lady and my brother survived. It's been hard since I lost my mother, I thought it would be hard to live when I got involved with someone. But I found out before that my brother, who assumed he'd taken my mother from me, seemed more spicy. I never thought about it. I'm too young."

They said it early. That's supposed to be a spectacular, painful memory.

Yet the man in front of him continued with a smile that showed no scratches at all.

"I'm glad you noticed. Otherwise, I've been running away as a child."

"Wolf......"

"I want the Devil's Sword because I'm weak"

"You're strong enough."

"Not enough at all. I want power that even a large number of human opponents can win. I want the power that demon opponents can defeat as soon as possible. I can't use magic, and I think it's the Devil's Sword that can do it... No, you're dressed like this."

The masochistic sound spilled slightly, but when it disappeared, he had a terribly serious face.

"I didn't want to have nightmares. I never wanted to see my mother fall to the ground, or myself again, who couldn't help me. But now, more than that, I want to be strong and beat my mother. So I want the Devil's Sword, I think so"

"To Wolfe's mother, is that it?

"Oh. He was a magic swordsman with ice, a very strong man"

"Can't even Wolfe win now?

"I don't have a try that I could have won even if I had imagined. I think I got closer with the Heavenly Wolf bracelet."

In fact, if we made up our minds, we would have found that to be an illusion.

But for Wolfe, there was still a strong image of a sword faster and heavier than myself and of my mother, who would continue to use ice magic.

"Then you have to develop such a good sword. Let's make the Devil's Sword, good luck."

"Thank you. I hope so. I'll get more exercise, too."

To Darya's words, a loose-looking Wolf smiles.

I think the hurdles are suddenly higher, but it's a simple one because I think I can hang in there when I'm expected.

"Wolf...... you know, I have nightmares sometimes too. There are people nearby, but no one asks you to help them, and you just stick around and die."

Even as I get lost in what I remember in The Nightmare, I mouth it.

That's not a dream. In my last life, it's my last memory.

In a way, this could be the exposed story of Dahlia's roundabout.

"The next time Darya has that nightmare, let me dream. Because I'll do everything I can to help."

"How?

Sounds like a thankful story, but it's an unlimited and impossible way.

No, I'd rather be scared if I could do that.

"Can't we develop that kind of magic equipment?

"Don't say impotent. Getting into someone's dream isn't within the scope of a magic guide anymore, is it?

"Darya can do it! I'm sure I can!"

"I can't do anything I can't do!

Speak up and say back to Wolf, who, as usual, says with a full tease.

The two laughs were echoing in the tower until late at night.