Chapter 411: Brave qualities
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Before I fell asleep, I do remember my tits shaved, rubbed, nipples twitched and stroked, but by morning, Naia was more in the shape of burying her face in my chest.
"Hmmm......"
"... cute"
Turn your hand around my flank and unconsciously mumble, and Naia clings to it like a plaything animal and soothes so much.
At the same time, sleeping Naia is such a human skin lover or sweetheart...... anyway, it seems to me that some stoic aspect of normal is just a mask.
... Well, you do. There is no reason for Naia herself, before she had the brave man, to dislike others.
Instead, a "brave man" standing on such a spirit would have been so easy as an executioner and an external enemy repellent.
A girl who admires a gentle and warm "brave man" who protects people, carries on that trail with pride in physical and psychological pain, fighting reality, and trying to be a little bit faithful to her ideals.
That's why you want your flashing sword to be happy, too, while exposing her to trials, out of a long history of bravery.
…………
Wait for the drowsiness to wake up one by one, stroking Naia's head.
... After a while Naia woke up too.
"......"
I looked up at my face with a blurred eye and made sure I kept stroking Naia with a calm look... smiling happily ever after and almost went straight to sleep again.
"Get up."
Suddenly there was a voice coming from inside the room.
And my voice.
"Become... what is it?"
"What, what, what!?
Me and Naia jump up surprised and look around.
The candlestick burns out, and naturally the window hasn't opened either (we naturally have wood doors because glass windows are only about the baron's residence) The room is still dark, so Naia floats the light bulb in haste and magic.
Fulfilling nobody in the room. Only clothes and flashing swords we stripped each other of yesterday.
"... Naia. Quickly, voice bond."
"Uh, eh?
My voice, which sounded again, was emitted by a flashing sword.
I mean, why not?
"Say it again, don't you see?"
"... wait a minute. ─ ─ ─!
Naia casts a small spell to create a voice phantom junction.
Then he takes a breath, hands on the bed and embarks on himself, staring at the flashing sword.
"Why do you talk inadvertently? If it's a dragon or something, you might hear it. Besides, it's a bad hobby to imitate Mr. Smythson."
"It was Andy Smythson's voice that made me speak. Since when are you a sleeper?"
"Hey, it won't be enough time to say sleeper!
"The sun should be rising at last. Well, now that you're just being taken around by him, that doesn't make it inconvenient."
"Well, then why?"
"What, I just pointed it out. I don't mind if I sleep again from now on. Keep going."
"... do you think you can go on"
Naia crawls out of bed with her sleigh as she tells her to be a little fuzzy.
"Can I just ignore Andy Smythson and go down on my own? I guess you went into bed to meet his demands."
"Huh... well, that's..."
Naia got a little lost and came up to bed amazing again.
"... Um, do you... do you?
"No, I don't have anything to do in such a hurry. You can wear it."
I forgot to tell you, they're naked to each other all the time.
Naia's ass is really cute when she rides herself out and she's angry and she crawls around a little bit, and she's actually responding a little bit, but now she's in a loving (meh) paternalistic mood, so she doesn't do any more.
"You're not going to do it."
"... or I'll bring Jeanne or something for breakfast sometime"
I wouldn't blame you for being an asshole, but if we're going to talk smoothly, it's decided we'd better get on with ourselves.
"You must have been satisfied holding Naia once."
"I'm so satisfied. Nothing. I'm not gonna miss Naia like this."
"I hope so."
"What the hell kind of deal are you guys..."
Wear clothes as Naia sighs.
"Did you sleep well?"
Naia nodded small when I stroked Naia's head again as I picked up my clothes too.
"... Haven't had a happy dream in a while... I've had it, I feel it"
"Is that the relaxing effect of breast teasing"
"Chi, I don't think so"
It swells a little on me, Naia.
...... and the chatter and doors opened around it, Lyla and Jeanne intruding.
"Andy!... what, you're safe"
"Safe?"
Jeanne sighs when she puts her neck up.
"I haven't responded to a bunch of Don beatings since earlier. Sister Lyla said there was no sign of her going out, so I thought something had happened."
"Hey, I was just talking to Naia."
"I'm not impressed with you being so cocky. I hear you're going to have a lot of secrets because you're a great guy from another country, but Andy's a god of life by the place already. It's not weird if someone's after you."
"At least Naia said there was no reason for that. I don't care how you fall."
And even so, Jeanne wouldn't know very well.
"Ho ho. Well, not if you're safe."
"I'm much more confident in surviving than Lila thinks I am."
"Ho. I know that way. Many times before, it seems to have crossed the dead line out of my reach. As far as I'm concerned."
Just a little of the words, I feel the remorse of not always making it to my pinch despite being the strongest dragon, and the slightest thorn that blames me for tending to pop out to the dead with Lyla as a trick.
Besides, while I'm sincerely sorry, I still have to flush it because I can't be slightly splashed about the flashing sword.
"Then it's breakfast. It's a fluffy grilled bread with potato and dried meat soup today."
"Oh."
"Wow, do you have my share?"
"Hehe, you're a tense eater. You don't have to worry. I've brought enough for Andy to eat three servings. Don't eat your sister Lyla or Maia if you have too much."
"It's a terrible story that the dragon is dealing with leftovers..."
Jeanne sprinkles the pan on the top of the cooking table.
It's also an amazing story that Jeanne, a child's height, brought a pan with the contents in it, but, well, to Lyla next door, she's taking a basket of bread out of the air.
"A cherry family elf baked it in the baron's mansion. I rarely see it fluffy. I thought it was a treat."
"Heh."
"That smells good......!
"I'll make some soup over here. I hope so."
Jeanne prepares with a nose twist, me, Naia, and Lyla wait to be ready.
On second thought, I feel a little sorry for the three big adults. Well, Jeanne also reconsidered that she was an adult at her age.... Oh, but Dwarf, aren't you an adult or something?
"No, what about Mr. Deane?
"You've been making paperwork since dawn. The next time I turn to Celesta, I have to turn the reports and requests around properly… etc."
"I'm busy... well, I can't help but schedule a dragon"
I think Mr. Deane is working too hard on the back. I'm also talking about who's gonna do it if Mr. Deane doesn't.
"Whatever you do, we can't talk about it until the four of us in Renfangas and Apple are here, so enjoy yourself until we get here, and I told you so."
"... even if they tell you to have fun"
I know that's what you mean on a direct ball, but I'm also a little too distracted.
"Sometimes Christie and Irina are adorable too. We both had a lot of fine work to do, and I told Andy to fuck with me."
"Speaking of which, I thought you said Marone, that new red cat. Is that what you're doing? Cats are shorter than long-lived elves. If you bend the heso, it may take a while to forgive you."
"You guys often gather information about the mood of other people like that..."
"We're best friends around Andy."
"Ho. Dear Left,"
Female slaves research each other's moods and urge me to adjust well.
I also feel like an overthrown structure, but the structure in which many races, many role daughters, care for each under the understandable common language of pleasure, may be somewhat ideal.
That seemed strange, Naia compares Lyla and Jeanne with fluffy bread and fluffy but intriguing.
"Ho. Does it look smooth?"
"Ah... the"
"Andy's been worried sick from the beginning. Andy's lady doesn't come around as well as that. … Conversely, if we blend in well, we can't have a more comfortable gathering."
"When it comes to connecting with the owner's sketchy mind, I can't deny that there are aspects to that. That's not all anymore. In various places, the will of the owners to save something, little by little, gives the women of the crooks a place to exert their power, or to connect their paths, giving them more function than just a group of mistresses. Even this dragon is naturally used. … is not a truly horrible part of the owner's house, especially if it leads to nature and this form without calculation."
"Not at all."
... Yeah, no, it's nothing... I did think that if I tried to do something, it would strangely help me out on the ride, or that they would all work well.
"... brave man"
"... brave man, sounds like Mr. Smythson"
Pompous and squeaky, and somewhere a simple smile and Naia said so.
"Once upon a time, brave men in the six northern countries were not the role, but the true meaning... when it was the honor. He said he was a brave man."
"You know what...?
"People are going to stop hands and start something right, that's the power of the brave. It was someone with that kind of special business who should be called the brave... yes, I've read it in the literature.... I understood that it was about being people's hopes by 'strength'... and showing people the reliability to live in peace. Mr. Smythson is completely different. In a completely different way, it looks like it's there."
"... an introduction, and I don't know what that means. At least by dragon standards, the honorable is beyond the power of the owner."
"Heh, don't lift weird. Thanks to Mr. Deane and you working hard on something."
"I can only do that if I'm foolish enough to look ahead."
I don't know. He said he'd look at it wrong... what?
"Jeanne, you know what Lila's saying?
"Refreshing. Well, yeah, I guess. I'm not talking about Andy being bad, I'm sure."
"Ugh, yeah... is that okay?
"Kukukuku.... that's fine. I just need to be straight."
Lyla laughs meaningfully as she empties the soup dish beautifully and offers it to Jeanne.
"... before"
Naia whined small. I can't read what I'm thinking from those eyes that hold my hand and stare at the soup.
(cont 'd)
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Before I fell asleep, I do remember my tits shaved, rubbed, nipples twitched and stroked, but by morning, Naia was more in the shape of burying her face in my chest.
"Hmmm......"
"... cute"
Turn your hand around my flank and unconsciously mumble, and Naia clings to it like a plaything animal and soothes so much.
At the same time, sleeping Naia is such a human skin lover or sweetheart...... anyway, it seems to me that some stoic aspect of normal is just a mask.
... Well, you do. There is no reason for Naia herself, before she had the brave man, to dislike others.
Instead, a "brave man" standing on such a spirit would have been so easy as an executioner and an external enemy repellent.
A girl who admires a gentle and warm "brave man" who protects people, carries on that trail with pride in physical and psychological pain, fighting reality, and trying to be a little bit faithful to her ideals.
That's why you want your flashing sword to be happy, too, while exposing her to trials, out of a long history of bravery.
…………
Wait for the drowsiness to wake up one by one, stroking Naia's head.
... After a while Naia woke up too.
"......"
I looked up at my face with a blurred eye and made sure I kept stroking Naia with a calm look... smiling happily ever after and almost went straight to sleep again.
"Get up."
Suddenly there was a voice coming from inside the room.
And my voice.
"Become... what is it?"
"What, what, what!?
Me and Naia jump up surprised and look around.
The candlestick burns out, and naturally the window hasn't opened either (we naturally have wood doors because glass windows are only about the baron's residence) The room is still dark, so Naia floats the light bulb in haste and magic.
Fulfilling nobody in the room. Only clothes and flashing swords we stripped each other of yesterday.
"... Naia. Quickly, voice bond."
"Uh, eh?
My voice, which sounded again, was emitted by a flashing sword.
I mean, why not?
"Say it again, don't you see?"
"... wait a minute. ─ ─ ─!
Naia casts a small spell to create a voice phantom junction.
Then he takes a breath, hands on the bed and embarks on himself, staring at the flashing sword.
"Why do you talk inadvertently? If it's a dragon or something, you might hear it. Besides, it's a bad hobby to imitate Mr. Smythson."
"It was Andy Smythson's voice that made me speak. Since when are you a sleeper?"
"Hey, it won't be enough time to say sleeper!
"The sun should be rising at last. Well, now that you're just being taken around by him, that doesn't make it inconvenient."
"Well, then why?"
"What, I just pointed it out. I don't mind if I sleep again from now on. Keep going."
"... do you think you can go on"
Naia crawls out of bed with her sleigh as she tells her to be a little fuzzy.
"Can I just ignore Andy Smythson and go down on my own? I guess you went into bed to meet his demands."
"Huh... well, that's..."
Naia got a little lost and came up to bed amazing again.
"... Um, do you... do you?
"No, I don't have anything to do in such a hurry. You can wear it."
I forgot to tell you, they're naked to each other all the time.
Naia's ass is really cute when she rides herself out and she's angry and she crawls around a little bit, and she's actually responding a little bit, but now she's in a loving (meh) paternalistic mood, so she doesn't do any more.
"You're not going to do it."
"... or I'll bring Jeanne or something for breakfast sometime"
I wouldn't blame you for being an asshole, but if we're going to talk smoothly, it's decided we'd better get on with ourselves.
"You must have been satisfied holding Naia once."
"I'm so satisfied. Nothing. I'm not gonna miss Naia like this."
"I hope so."
"What the hell kind of deal are you guys..."
Wear clothes as Naia sighs.
"Did you sleep well?"
Naia nodded small when I stroked Naia's head again as I picked up my clothes too.
"... Haven't had a happy dream in a while... I've had it, I feel it"
"Is that the relaxing effect of breast teasing"
"Chi, I don't think so"
It swells a little on me, Naia.
...... and the chatter and doors opened around it, Lyla and Jeanne intruding.
"Andy!... what, you're safe"
"Safe?"
Jeanne sighs when she puts her neck up.
"I haven't responded to a bunch of Don beatings since earlier. Sister Lyla said there was no sign of her going out, so I thought something had happened."
"Hey, I was just talking to Naia."
"I'm not impressed with you being so cocky. I hear you're going to have a lot of secrets because you're a great guy from another country, but Andy's a god of life by the place already. It's not weird if someone's after you."
"At least Naia said there was no reason for that. I don't care how you fall."
And even so, Jeanne wouldn't know very well.
"Ho ho. Well, not if you're safe."
"I'm much more confident in surviving than Lila thinks I am."
"Ho. I know that way. Many times before, it seems to have crossed the dead line out of my reach. As far as I'm concerned."
Just a little of the words, I feel the remorse of not always making it to my pinch despite being the strongest dragon, and the slightest thorn that blames me for tending to pop out to the dead with Lyla as a trick.
Besides, while I'm sincerely sorry, I still have to flush it because I can't be slightly splashed about the flashing sword.
"Then it's breakfast. It's a fluffy grilled bread with potato and dried meat soup today."
"Oh."
"Wow, do you have my share?"
"Hehe, you're a tense eater. You don't have to worry. I've brought enough for Andy to eat three servings. Don't eat your sister Lyla or Maia if you have too much."
"It's a terrible story that the dragon is dealing with leftovers..."
Jeanne sprinkles the pan on the top of the cooking table.
It's also an amazing story that Jeanne, a child's height, brought a pan with the contents in it, but, well, to Lyla next door, she's taking a basket of bread out of the air.
"A cherry family elf baked it in the baron's mansion. I rarely see it fluffy. I thought it was a treat."
"Heh."
"That smells good......!
"I'll make some soup over here. I hope so."
Jeanne prepares with a nose twist, me, Naia, and Lyla wait to be ready.
On second thought, I feel a little sorry for the three big adults. Well, Jeanne also reconsidered that she was an adult at her age.... Oh, but Dwarf, aren't you an adult or something?
"No, what about Mr. Deane?
"You've been making paperwork since dawn. The next time I turn to Celesta, I have to turn the reports and requests around properly… etc."
"I'm busy... well, I can't help but schedule a dragon"
I think Mr. Deane is working too hard on the back. I'm also talking about who's gonna do it if Mr. Deane doesn't.
"Whatever you do, we can't talk about it until the four of us in Renfangas and Apple are here, so enjoy yourself until we get here, and I told you so."
"... even if they tell you to have fun"
I know that's what you mean on a direct ball, but I'm also a little too distracted.
"Sometimes Christie and Irina are adorable too. We both had a lot of fine work to do, and I told Andy to fuck with me."
"Speaking of which, I thought you said Marone, that new red cat. Is that what you're doing? Cats are shorter than long-lived elves. If you bend the heso, it may take a while to forgive you."
"You guys often gather information about the mood of other people like that..."
"We're best friends around Andy."
"Ho. Dear Left,"
Female slaves research each other's moods and urge me to adjust well.
I also feel like an overthrown structure, but the structure in which many races, many role daughters, care for each under the understandable common language of pleasure, may be somewhat ideal.
That seemed strange, Naia compares Lyla and Jeanne with fluffy bread and fluffy but intriguing.
"Ho. Does it look smooth?"
"Ah... the"
"Andy's been worried sick from the beginning. Andy's lady doesn't come around as well as that. … Conversely, if we blend in well, we can't have a more comfortable gathering."
"When it comes to connecting with the owner's sketchy mind, I can't deny that there are aspects to that. That's not all anymore. In various places, the will of the owners to save something, little by little, gives the women of the crooks a place to exert their power, or to connect their paths, giving them more function than just a group of mistresses. Even this dragon is naturally used. … is not a truly horrible part of the owner's house, especially if it leads to nature and this form without calculation."
"Not at all."
... Yeah, no, it's nothing... I did think that if I tried to do something, it would strangely help me out on the ride, or that they would all work well.
"... brave man"
"... brave man, sounds like Mr. Smythson"
Pompous and squeaky, and somewhere a simple smile and Naia said so.
"Once upon a time, brave men in the six northern countries were not the role, but the true meaning... when it was the honor. He said he was a brave man."
"You know what...?
"People are going to stop hands and start something right, that's the power of the brave. It was someone with that kind of special business who should be called the brave... yes, I've read it in the literature.... I understood that it was about being people's hopes by 'strength'... and showing people the reliability to live in peace. Mr. Smythson is completely different. In a completely different way, it looks like it's there."
"... an introduction, and I don't know what that means. At least by dragon standards, the honorable is beyond the power of the owner."
"Heh, don't lift weird. Thanks to Mr. Deane and you working hard on something."
"I can only do that if I'm foolish enough to look ahead."
I don't know. He said he'd look at it wrong... what?
"Jeanne, you know what Lila's saying?
"Refreshing. Well, yeah, I guess. I'm not talking about Andy being bad, I'm sure."
"Ugh, yeah... is that okay?
"Kukukuku.... that's fine. I just need to be straight."
Lyla laughs meaningfully as she empties the soup dish beautifully and offers it to Jeanne.
"... before"
Naia whined small. I can't read what I'm thinking from those eyes that hold my hand and stare at the soup.
(cont 'd)
Before I fell asleep, I do remember my tits shaved, rubbed, nipples twitched and stroked, but by morning, Naia was more in the shape of burying her face in my chest."Hmmm......""... cute"Turn your hand around my flank and unconsciously mumble, and Naia clings to it like a plaything animal and soothes so much.At the same time, sleeping Naia is such a human skin lover or sweetheart...... anyway, it seems to me that some stoic aspect of normal is just a mask.... Well, you do. There is no reason for Naia herself, before she had the brave man, to dislike others.Instead, a "brave man" standing on such a spirit would have been so easy as an executioner and an external enemy repellent.A girl who admires a gentle and warm "brave man" who protects people, carries on that trail with pride in physical and psychological pain, fighting reality, and trying to be a little bit faithful to her ideals.That's why you want your flashing sword to be happy, too, while exposing her to trials, out of a long history of bravery. Wait for the drowsiness to wake up one by one, stroking Naia's head.... After a while Naia woke up too."......"I looked up at my face with a blurred eye and made sure I kept stroking Naia with a calm look... smiling happily ever after and almost went straight to sleep again."Get up."Suddenly there was a voice coming from inside the room.And my voice."Become... what is it?""What, what, what!? Me and Naia jump up surprised and look around.The candlestick burns out, and naturally the window hasn't opened either we naturally have wood doors because glass windows are only about the baron's residence The room is still dark, so Naia floats the light bulb in haste and magic.Fulfilling nobody in the room. Only clothes and flashing swords we stripped each other of yesterday."... Naia. Quickly, voice bond.""Uh, eh? My voice, which sounded again, was emitted by a flashing sword.I mean, why not?"Say it again, don't you see?""... wait a minute. ! Naia casts a small spell to create a voice phantom junction.Then he takes a breath, hands on the bed and embarks on himself, staring at the flashing sword."Why do you talk inadvertently? If it's a dragon or something, you might hear it. Besides, it's a bad hobby to imitate Mr. Smythson.""It was Andy Smythson's voice that made me speak. Since when are you a sleeper?""Hey, it won't be enough time to say sleeper! "The sun should be rising at last. Well, now that you're just being taken around by him, that doesn't make it inconvenient.""Well, then why?""What, I just pointed it out. I don't mind if I sleep again from now on. Keep going.""... do you think you can go on"Naia crawls out of bed with her sleigh as she tells her to be a little fuzzy."Can I just ignore Andy Smythson and go down on my own? I guess you went into bed to meet his demands.""Huh... well, that's..."Naia got a little lost and came up to bed amazing again."... Um, do you... do you? "No, I don't have anything to do in such a hurry. You can wear it."I forgot to tell you, they're naked to each other all the time.Naia's ass is really cute when she rides herself out and she's angry and she crawls around a little bit, and she's actually responding a little bit, but now she's in a loving meh paternalistic mood, so she doesn't do any more."You're not going to do it.""... or I'll bring Jeanne or something for breakfast sometime"I wouldn't blame you for being an asshole, but if we're going to talk smoothly, it's decided we'd better get on with ourselves."You must have been satisfied holding Naia once.""I'm so satisfied. Nothing. I'm not gonna miss Naia like this.""I hope so.""What the hell kind of deal are you guys..."Wear clothes as Naia sighs."Did you sleep well?"Naia nodded small when I stroked Naia's head again as I picked up my clothes too."... Haven't had a happy dream in a while... I've had it, I feel it""Is that the relaxing effect of breast teasing""Chi, I don't think so"It swells a little on me, Naia....... and the chatter and doors opened around it, Lyla and Jeanne intruding."Andy!... what, you're safe""Safe?"Jeanne sighs when she puts her neck up."I haven't responded to a bunch of Don beatings since earlier. Sister Lyla said there was no sign of her going out, so I thought something had happened.""Hey, I was just talking to Naia.""I'm not impressed with you being so cocky. I hear you're going to have a lot of secrets because you're a great guy from another country, but Andy's a god of life by the place already. It's not weird if someone's after you.""At least Naia said there was no reason for that. I don't care how you fall."And even so, Jeanne wouldn't know very well."Ho ho. Well, not if you're safe.""I'm much more confident in surviving than Lila thinks I am.""Ho. I know that way. Many times before, it seems to have crossed the dead line out of my reach. As far as I'm concerned."Just a little of the words, I feel the remorse of not always making it to my pinch despite being the strongest dragon, and the slightest thorn that blames me for tending to pop out to the dead with Lyla as a trick.Besides, while I'm sincerely sorry, I still have to flush it because I can't be slightly splashed about the flashing sword."Then it's breakfast. It's a fluffy grilled bread with potato and dried meat soup today.""Oh.""Wow, do you have my share?""Hehe, you're a tense eater. You don't have to worry. I've brought enough for Andy to eat three servings. Don't eat your sister Lyla or Maia if you have too much.""It's a terrible story that the dragon is dealing with leftovers..."Jeanne sprinkles the pan on the top of the cooking table.It's also an amazing story that Jeanne, a child's height, brought a pan with the contents in it, but, well, to Lyla next door, she's taking a basket of bread out of the air."A cherry family elf baked it in the baron's mansion. I rarely see it fluffy. I thought it was a treat.""Heh.""That smells good......! "I'll make some soup over here. I hope so."Jeanne prepares with a nose twist, me, Naia, and Lyla wait to be ready.On second thought, I feel a little sorry for the three big adults. Well, Jeanne also reconsidered that she was an adult at her age.... Oh, but Dwarf, aren't you an adult or something?"No, what about Mr. Deane? "You've been making paperwork since dawn. The next time I turn to Celesta, I have to turn the reports and requests around properly etc.""I'm busy... well, I can't help but schedule a dragon"I think Mr. Deane is working too hard on the back. I'm also talking about who's gonna do it if Mr. Deane doesn't."Whatever you do, we can't talk about it until the four of us in Renfangas and Apple are here, so enjoy yourself until we get here, and I told you so.""... even if they tell you to have fun"I know that's what you mean on a direct ball, but I'm also a little too distracted."Sometimes Christie and Irina are adorable too. We both had a lot of fine work to do, and I told Andy to fuck with me.""Speaking of which, I thought you said Marone, that new red cat. Is that what you're doing? Cats are shorter than long-lived elves. If you bend the heso, it may take a while to forgive you.""You guys often gather information about the mood of other people like that...""We're best friends around Andy.""Ho. Dear Left,"Female slaves research each other's moods and urge me to adjust well.I also feel like an overthrown structure, but the structure in which many races, many role daughters, care for each under the understandable common language of pleasure, may be somewhat ideal.That seemed strange, Naia compares Lyla and Jeanne with fluffy bread and fluffy but intriguing."Ho. Does it look smooth?""Ah... the""Andy's been worried sick from the beginning. Andy's lady doesn't come around as well as that. Conversely, if we blend in well, we can't have a more comfortable gathering.""When it comes to connecting with the owner's sketchy mind, I can't deny that there are aspects to that. That's not all anymore. In various places, the will of the owners to save something, little by little, gives the women of the crooks a place to exert their power, or to connect their paths, giving them more function than just a group of mistresses. Even this dragon is naturally used. is not a truly horrible part of the owner's house, especially if it leads to nature and this form without calculation.""Not at all."... Yeah, no, it's nothing... I did think that if I tried to do something, it would strangely help me out on the ride, or that they would all work well."... brave man""... brave man, sounds like Mr. Smythson"Pompous and squeaky, and somewhere a simple smile and Naia said so."Once upon a time, brave men in the six northern countries were not the role, but the true meaning... when it was the honor. He said he was a brave man.""You know what...? "People are going to stop hands and start something right, that's the power of the brave. It was someone with that kind of special business who should be called the brave... yes, I've read it in the literature.... I understood that it was about being people's hopes by 'strength'... and showing people the reliability to live in peace. Mr. Smythson is completely different. In a completely different way, it looks like it's there.""... an introduction, and I don't know what that means. At least by dragon standards, the honorable is beyond the power of the owner.""Heh, don't lift weird. Thanks to Mr. Deane and you working hard on something.""I can only do that if I'm foolish enough to look ahead."I don't know. He said he'd look at it wrong... what?"Jeanne, you know what Lila's saying? "Refreshing. Well, yeah, I guess. I'm not talking about Andy being bad, I'm sure.""Ugh, yeah... is that okay? "Kukukuku.... that's fine. I just need to be straight."Lyla laughs meaningfully as she empties the soup dish beautifully and offers it to Jeanne."... before"Naia whined small. I can't read what I'm thinking from those eyes that hold my hand and stare at the soup.cont 'd
