Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

Across the city of Pindos, a familiar whorehouse.

In Ortier's room, we were alone and relaxed.

"Well, then that's the sword the king gave me."

Talking about getting the sword of his ancestors in the course of public discourse, Ortier glanced out in a dazzling fashion.

"Oh, it's like a medal, so it's like being rude if you don't wear it all the time"

"Hey, hey, can I touch that for a second?

"No, give me a break about this."

"Nice, hey, a lifetime favor"

"I've asked you for so much in my life."

I gently boiled Ortier.

"Not because it's a gift from His Majesty, or something like that."

"Huh? So what do you mean?

"I told you earlier. This was the strongest sword around because our ancestors used it late in life, becoming a tremendous swordsmen - that's why they used it. Super cheap stuff as a blah blah blah."

"Heh."

"So. Our ancestors were human beings hundreds of years ago. I mean, this sword is also an antique from hundreds of years ago. It's cheap, it's antiques, it's getting so messy right now."

"Really?

"Oh, it's a blur"

Nodding, he strokes his sword while sitting still lowering to his waist.

"Damn, I wish you'd gotten the amazing one. If I had to use that, I'd get out of my hands properly."

"What's this all about?

"If you use this guy, you have to be serious."

……

Ortier leaned his little neck, his face saying he didn't know.

"Right..."

Look around the room.

I had a table in the middle and a wooden spoon used for a set of tea treats, so I got it.

"Ortier, do you have any paper? Whatever."

"Is this what you want me to do?

Ortier took a note and gave it to me.

"This paper, it's peppered, isn't it?

"Yeah."

"So, fold this in two... ho"

I returned the bi-fold note to Ortier.

towards Ortier, who received it but kept his neck clenched.

"Towards this spoon, swing it down as you wish in the folded mountain section"

"Yeah...... Yikes!

Ortier, as he was told, waved the paper down as much as he could with no hesitation.

The wooden spoon was baked and broken.

"Eh! Liar! I broke it on paper!?

"In this way, if you stand up vertically properly and swing through it funny enough, even paper breaks something about a spoon made of wood. This sword is with me. Worn out, but not broken if you swing it through somewhat properly -"

Saying so, slowly press the note against the broken key.

Naturally, the note is more grumpy, and it bends over.

"- If you do it halfway, it'll break."

"Hey, is that it? It's amazing, Hermes. I know that."

"It's a little miscellaneous."

"Hey, hey, isn't there some other clutter?

"... Phew."

Ortier is a good woman after all.

I am familiar with the scene of pushing and pulling.

Don't tell me anything selfish about knowing what was broken from the king, I turned the story away in a natural way.

The ability to read this air and the lack of entrustment must be popular whores.

I rode the stream and the snare to properly present the appropriate, that is not a drug or poison miscellaneous.

Ortier praised it and lifted it for me.

There, I had a nice time.

Gashan!

"Ahhh!

"Hold on, hold on, this is not right!

Suddenly, I heard something cracking from outside the room and screaming.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I'm gonna take a look"

Ortier opened the door and went outside.

Sometimes I heard screams and noises, and I followed behind for time, too.

"What happened?

"Shit, it's Mr. One."

Among the wild horses, the youngest son of the whorehouse came to Ortier's question.

"Oh, well, I can't help it."

"What? Number one."

"Yeah, I mean the customer's wife. Sometimes, my husband cheats on me! That's why he's yelling at me."

"I see."

I'm so convinced, Ortier.

How dare you calm down behind the noise?

A business pattern called a whorehouse, jealousy is a daily tea meal, I guess.

"What's it like now?

Ortier left the room and turned his attention to the noise.

I followed him out, too, and stood beside Ortier.

From another room, one cup after the other, the pillow, the conditioner is thrown.

After a while, a guy with a bunch of pants came running away with his head.

"Or give me a break!

The man spoke pitifully and fled this way.

There was a wild horse there, but when the man came running, he gave way simultaneously.

"If you're a man, don't run away!

Coming out after a man was a middle-aged woman in the same shape as Taru.

He seemed quite powerful enough for his shape, dragging the table and chair out with each hand.

Oh, my God, I threw that at a man.

"No, no, no, no!

The man held his head and crouched down on the spot.

A table and chair thrown by the woman, straight through the man's head, flew over here.

Totally, totally.

I pulled my hips out reflexively to manage the table and chair.

"Hermes!

"- Ha!"

I noticed it in Ortier's scream.

Shit, it's my ancestor's bolt sword I pulled out.

But I can't make it anymore, my cut tip's already touching the table.

"Come on!"

As much as I wanted, I had to swing through.

I had to raise it to about 30% of my strength to try to cut it off properly.

Sword pulled out.

The table and chairs fly softly behind me and Ortier as if they slipped through.

"What's that?

"You slipped through?

"No, you swung through the sword, didn't you? Didn't you hang up?

"No, you're not hung up, the table and the chair are intact"

The interest of the people who were wild horses of the couple Genka came all the way over here at once.

One of them approached the table and chair to touch it.

"Look at that! It's slashed!"

"True! Wow, what's with this slaughter mouth? It's like I put it on you."

"I stuck to it more than that, and it disappeared."

"Ahhh..."

Did you make a scene after all?

30% slaughter.

Slashing to protect the borough sword has created an unusual slashing mouth on the table.

In human terms, blood erupts a few seconds after the slash, such a sharp slash.

"That's some swordsmanship."

"Who is it?

"Look, he's a lord who recently became the king's guide."

"Ooh!"

... Ooh, have I done it again?