Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Not at all. Not at all. Thousand Grass Falcons have spent so much time thinking about it. I graduated from there named private college in the city because only my school studies were quite good grades, and although I had considerable difficulty getting a job, well, I worked for a company that didn't make fun of me when I said second-rate. The company also retired last year after one drink.

He had grown up a little since childhood and remembered things well, so there were times when parents and relatives held him up with prodigies. He also had a good face. For this reason, he was born with high pride and often saw low human strength around him, such as his classmates at school. Not that I was ill, but as I grew up, I stayed away from exercise and spent a lot of time reading books and playing games.

I didn't have to work hard to get good grades, so I didn't have to say honors until I enrolled in high school. However, from high school, the brilliant qualities that I was born with no longer prevailed, and I had no choice but to study, but I could not repair my grades as well as I thought. The unsubstantiated confidence that "I can do it as long as I take it seriously" held me back, and I still never took my studies seriously (though I would have taken them seriously if I had tried it in person).

Friends close enough to be called best friends between high schools could not at last be made, and I ended up with a superficial relationship, not least because I still had a bad habit of looking low at them somewhere in my mind, but becoming someone who just pointed out their faults. People who belonged to the athletic department activities and worked hard were not called "brain muscles," and even drowned in their hobbies such as comics, games, and novels.

He also called it DQN for the badly behaved people who are to some extent in any good school, and even looked down openly. Naturally, among them, the smart ones worshipped the dust in their grades, but they hated and despised the character of complaining of violence immediately, such as fights. But I secretly envied it because I understood at the bottom of my heart that the best thing to say among kids in their mid to late teens was arm power and leadership, but I would never admit it in person. Either way, because the falcon has been a coward who has never had a fight with others or anything like that since he was a kid, and he just avoided fighting with remarks that could be taken as ostensibly justifiable to delude that complex around "it's the worst act to appeal to violence for whatever reason".

I can say that I was fortunate enough to manage to enroll in a large university only on a superior scale inside of it, but I was dissatisfied with myself. I became even less acquainted with people in college than I was in high school, and I did enough to occasionally go out for drinks with them that I couldn't even call my familiar friend, but I never developed into a deep relationship. Naturally, I've never dated a woman before.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that I was able to get a job or make some mistake, but I didn't appreciate the good fortune, and I even scorned the big company that dropped me from the selection just by scrutinizing the paperwork, saying, "I don't have eyes for people," and thinking, "I leaked from the selection because the company's HR representative was incapable." Of course, it was not a department of science, so I could only use it in the clerical or sales, or logistics-related department of the internal service, but while my resume said that I wanted a R&D job title, I was even pathetic, but I had the same unsubstantiated confidence that "I should be able to do anything in the crowd as long as I took it seriously".

Only his age has grown up with such a strangely distorted complex and other punitive tendencies, and there is no way he can cross the world well if he goes out into society. Even though dozens of companies sent resumes, repeated interviews, and during the ranks of the companies they wanted to gradually fall in those, and even went to work without threading the job title, they finally got a job, but they couldn't make a good compromise with their bosses, so they slammed the retirement petition with momentum.

Of course, it would not be possible to say that the falcon's boss has no responsibility at all, but in these cases, more than 90% of it is his responsibility. It is normal for the person under the eye to break, not the person under the eye to fold. But in the years I was able to get a job and live a steady life, my natural personality was lifting its head again. We can't possibly lead a successful social life because we were really starting to assume again that we diverged from these realities by reinforcing ourselves with Russian knowledge that purchased our original personalities online such as "all humans are equal" and "I don't like to bow our heads to bosses who can't do much work either" and "Black companies violate labor standards laws".

Even if a person who thinks about this doesn't put it in his mouth, it's something he sees at a glance that he makes a huge mistake from a person who has some life experience and accumulates dissatisfaction like starch. Naturally, there is no way that we can achieve good results at work. As a matter of course, the rating followed the lowest line. But it was also true that only the Chigusa Falcon was dissatisfied with the assessment.

"I'm a good person. I just haven't really taken it seriously yet," he assumed. "Even if you quit a company that's unfairly appreciative of me like this, there are a number of drawbacks (again)," but since retiring at the end of 2014, the prospect of re-employment has yet to stand. I mean, somewhere in my life so far, "My abilities are normal, to put it well. We finally got a job, so we just have to continue our efforts to survive in this company at all costs," he rethought, taking his job seriously, and honestly listening to the company say some impossibilities would have allowed him to live the rest of his life without much hassle. I can tell you that it was his misfortune not to realize that it was the "unfortunate" event that turned 27 without even realizing it was that simple.

I was also on my way to a re-employment interview today, but at the interview, I finally enjoyed the fact that I was about to get a seizure about the interviewer's HR representative's tiny question, and I thought I had managed to answer it lovingly. I hadn't had lunch yet today, so while I was touring around Shinjuku Station, the end of the bus, a really "untouched" event was coming down on me.

It was a short time ago. If I was blurry thinking about today's lunch menu in the bus seat, I was devastated, and soon something like steel pierced my body and ascended. I didn't even have time to figure out what happened.

(Oh, my life's really not on)

Thousands of grass falcons still thought they could not be foolish in the pain of being unable to breathe or tighten their bodies. Well, let's just say it's cruel to blame for this. Anyway, like the other accident parties, he was reincarnated into Aus. It was the city ruled by the Baron south of the Kingdom of Lomberto that he was reincarnated. Thousand Grass Falcons received a new raw as the third son of a serf living outside the city owned by civilians serving that baron.

Naturally, I cry out loud without being able to contain my emotions, even though I can't possibly understand what's going on. It was only after about six months of life that I managed to grasp the situation so slightly. I don't know why, but he's starting his life over from a baby. And I also understood that he was redoing his life not as someone who said life, but as a subhuman who would come in comics and novels. The newly named Bailett DeLeonora. It's commonly known as Bail.

I had no idea a few words were being spoken, but they included English words, so I was just a little relieved. Even if I only hear the words I know, they are slight, but somehow I know what they mean. Anyway, you'll have to learn the words first to communicate. First listen to the conversations that are being spoken around.

In doing so, another year or so has passed, and the naming ritual is finally executed. So I see strange events like jokes. Status open. Stunned by putting a status opening on myself when no one has seen me since. Skills specific to special skills. The special skill is' super hearing '. The unique skill is' high functioning digestive organs'. What's that? I thought so, but I can't ask anyone, so I just have to let it go. Shall we try it at dinner? I have heard of and used "Super Hearing" because it is a unique skill of my race, the species of the Hagi (Bunny Man). I guess I should try to be as conscious as that one.

I tried it early that evening at dinner. It's a "high performance“ digestive ”organ, so it would be appropriate to try it after meals. I was surprised when I tried it after they fed me a meal. I fell asleep as soon as I thought my belly, which was full, was quickly empty. You may want to use it after meals for a while. It's the baby's job to eat and sleep. Bail thought so and went straight to sleep that day without defying his drowsiness.

His parents were relieved by his son, who began to sleep easily at the same time as he finished his meal. They were always groaning and crying during meals. Even after the meal, I was often awake for quite a long time, but I was even horrified that I didn't need to give up on this day as usual.

Then a few days later. Bail will be stunned again. I met God in my dreams. That the victims of the accident were reincarnated into this world (Aus). Each reincarnated was given unique skills, and so on. And only 15 minutes of question time allowed. That no matter what you do anymore, you'll never be able to go back to your original life. That this is not Earth. A brief description of the ability of the 'High Ability Digestive Organ'. A wide variety of magic that begins with status openings and naming (named). Demons. Subhumans. Slavery. Bottom line. feudal system. Time quickly passed. I also thought it was a dream, but a window like making a small fool of someone floating in front of me after I woke up.

It's not a dream. Reality. I was only excited for a moment too, and soon I remember myself as the lowest slave in this world's identity system. My emotions cried out uncontrollably.

I also thought about revealing my inherent skills to my family, but apparently I kept it quiet because they don't see it in status openness. When I revealed it, I revealed it, and I also felt that the amount of meal was going to be reduced. So I decided to keep it a secret about my unique skills. When I opened the status after being with God, I had a level of inherent skill of 1. After a while, it went to 2. Is this the one called Level Up? I'll think about it. I don't know if that's the right answer.

Years have passed.

A few months before Bail turned five, he was sold to a slaver who came to the village. In that year, the village was untouchable, and the whole village was in poverty. It's something I was unhappy with, but I couldn't help it, and perhaps only Bayle, who had no health problems at all with even a small amount of food thanks to his' high-performance digestive organs', was eligible for the purchase. More than that, Bayle was going to be so mad to think about spending his whole life in this village as a serpent that he was even delighted inside, even though he spoke of dissatisfaction.

It was sold to a leather dealer in the city of Balduk, under the direct authority of the King. That's where they work tanning leather from the beast. The job description I heard earlier when they brought me on a carriage was something I could say I was better off farming where I came from. Tanning the leather also uses force and chemicals such as Myoban. The only salvation was that it was treated like a small-time use at first because I'm a child, but I guess I'll be mixed up with the adults soon to get genuinely tanned myself. Like them, they make crackles in their hands, and occasionally drink with little or no money to clear their worries. Will I live such a life?

I could only find despair when I thought about it. Sometimes I even thought about finding a way out. But I don't have anywhere to go, and it's very hard to spend time not seeing the status at all, and on the contrary, it's impossible to do it first. By and large, if you escape, you will never escape the slave class in the rest of your life. Even if a slave comes to the shrine alone without a contract, the priest will never perform a naming ritual. And if your identity is exposed, you could end up being chased as a fugitive slave.

Of course, in reality, work is tough, and even luxury can't be done, but leather tanning is a well-paid job there, even in slavery. You can even buy a home based on your husband's help if you continue to work seriously and don't feel overly luxurious. Above all, tanning is not an exaggeration, so if you can make good quality leather, you can sell your name, and there is a possibility that you will also become a fixed customer for the products you make.

Now, the leather dealer who owns him is also now 50 tangled years old, but comes from a slave. I got a good sponsor, and I could be a free citizen. He continued to supply high-quality leather and bought a rank of civilians to save money and do business extensively. Civilians tend to seem difficult to become because they are also a military class, but it is also not so impossible to pay the aristocrats who rule the territory to become civilians only in form if they are urban areas. However, at least a few dozen gold coins will be required for the cost. That doesn't mean you can't save if you're a skilled artisan.

But he didn't have the strength to try that time-consuming way when he wasn't born with something called a genuine effort. If this happens, I'll live instantly, I didn't need that much time until I started thinking.

Years later, Bail was thirteen. I couldn't do it because I was afraid of criminal activity when I said I would live instantly. When they found the theft, they whipped it and thought it didn't fit the bill. The same goes for robberies and murders. It was a few years I had spent unhappy without even having the courage to go off the road thoughtfully. From the age of ten he was made to tann in full, and in the last few years he was constantly tired because of his heavy labor at the strength of his children, he also helped, leaving no physical strength to play with, he had no choice but to tann daily.

But was it a good thing for Bail himself that his salary also went up with it... Indeed, thanks to his inherent skills, he was able to absorb adequate nutrition even in very small amounts of meals. Therefore, if all the increased salaries were turned to savings, they would be able to save money at a considerable pace.

Alcohol was the only thing I ever liked, but I fell for a whorehouse that was taken by a senior slave. Beginning in his previous life, the strangely pure Bail also had an aversion to buying women with gold, but if he couldn't live in an instantaneous way that dyed his hands in criminal activity, he thought it would be a good idea to try to step off the road anyway. And I didn't need much time until I was captivated by a series of acts that would take place there. It was only in the beginning that I went with my senior, but even one of them started going.

It's not like I put it in the woman at the store. I was just captivated by carnal desire. Pay to buy good woman time. You can own a slave for the time you're buying. The pleasure of putting someone other than yourself under control shocked Bail too much to change his outlook on life. Bail immediately thought. Oh, I was wondering if the guys who put you in the brothel in your last life knew about this pleasure. Naturally this is inconceivable and rare, but it was a story that I never dated a woman in my previous life, never even went to a brothel, and I couldn't compare it to him who was intentionally away from such topics with less social experience in college and company.

Anyway, Bail bought a woman, and during the time she bought it, she drowned in putting the woman under herself and forcing her to continue committing crimes. Naturally, I immediately got to the bottom of the savings. The price was known because it is a level whorehouse that cannot be said to be very upscale, but it would be normal if it went by like every day in any geometry.

Bayle, who is in trouble for money, will finally dye his hands in crime. The theft was thought likely to be found. There have also been criminal trials here in the city of Balduk about once every few months. Most of them include eaten adventurers working to steal, rubbing and killing a share of the treasure they've earned in the party. No matter what you think, even the adventurers who seem better suited to rough things than themselves have discovered theft. I don't think I can do it.

If so, what should I do? It took more than six months for the boulder for the ponderous Bail to go into straightforward (damned) action. At first it's a winter evening in the middle of the month when it's almost fourteen. He secretly followed the woman from the liquor store on her own, and attacked her in anticipation of the loss of her eyes. He suddenly bit the monkey monkey from behind, dragged it into an unpopular building with his blade glittering and slammed his desire to the full.

The fresh reaction, unlike that of a businesswoman, totally captivated Bayle with only one act. I felt spiritually fulfilled, culminating in so many pleasures. The last time I extended myself to the act, strangling a woman who seemed unworn, the look and tears distorted by fear, the disloyalty of being conquering and ravaging its bearer. It was just crazy pleasure too. And when I realized it, I felt somewhat more powerful. The woman's body was packed in a pre-prepared head bag, and when she tied her mouth tightly, she sank on heavy stones into a pond in the city.

Then for a while he lived frightened, but did not reveal that it was Bail's crime. The woman's origins are still unknown because she didn't even hear rumors that the body was found. I clapped that I must have been a big drunk beginner adventurer. Indeed, there are many adventurers in the city of Balduk, and they are not settled in the city. Those who challenge the labyrinth, and do not return, never cease to follow, and those who care where one or two fewer are.

The hour was almost three months later. One night, Bail committed a second offense. Now he set his aim in advance with caution. We set a goal for the new adventurers who had just arrived in the city so that they would never strike highly skilled veteran adventurers by mistake and waited carefully to be alone. I could carry things well this time. The pleasure gained by the new offense was enough (if any) to be so awesome as to exceed the previous one. Her holdings were nothing but gold, but she was able to obtain dozens of silver coins and silver jewels, even following by-products. I tried going to the whorehouse a while back, but I couldn't get as comfortable as I did with the two women.

I guess if I discover this, they'll cut off my hands and feet. But I told myself that what I get from taking those risks is huge. In the middle of April, another new offense was successfully committed. Now she's the daughter of a beautiful elf. Dark hair but beautiful blue eyes, a neat face with a smooth nostril. Small but plumply swollen bright red lips. The look of disgust floating there. That look gradually turns into despair.

All of them were sweet dew for Bail. The excitement of licking down the tears of flowing beads, crawling tongues into beautiful eyes like blue gems, teeth on pointy ears, and defiling the limbs tied together so that they could not resist was difficult to replace anything. It was a tightly tightened ape that spared no voice, but this is all difficult with boulders.

The crime, which spanned three times, was to stabilize the spirit of Bail. The grievances that had accumulated only disappeared at any given time, and fever became available for work as well. My husband looks eagerly at the leather tanning bail and flaunts his face. Bayle was surprised that he could get a sense of fulfilment even with wonder and work, but he was still convinced that he was born under a special star unlike others.

Such a May head. A newly streamed adventurous woman appeared in my eyes. Dark-haired bunnyman. The face is somewhat reminiscent of the Japanese of previous life. Yeah, I've never been with a bunnyman of my own kind. If I were of the same race, smelling pregnancy would give me a greater look of fear and give me a great deal of pleasure. The next target is better that woman.

Unlike previous women, it is still in the early teens, but it seems to develop well because it is only a bunnyman (bunnyman), characterised by an abundance of body. Unlike the elves of the previous time, it is sometimes a lean limb with a luxury. I want to get my teeth up enough to mark that tender piece of meat, and I want to lick it and soothe it so I can keep it on my tongue tip. No, just enjoy the bite in your body. Let's bite him off for about a bite and chew him in front of us. I'm sure it will taste better than anything I've ever eaten.

Oh, yeah, I totally forgot. Not good if they use magic. Until now, I just happened to be someone who couldn't use magic. What I did, I forgot to check my status. Approach to avoid suspicion and check status. The crime comes from that. It would be better to grasp her behavioral patterns first.

I immediately realized that I was taking the time to observe her behavior. Apparently they're looking for people. And at the same time, I was convinced that it was much more important. She's the same Japanese as me. They're looking for a man named Semayoske. I don't even know what kind of letters to write, but Semayoske would be a Japanese name. I don't know if he's a lover or a brother or a family member again, but that would be a man's name.

This allowed me to get good information. Wouldn't it be nice if I were Semayoske instead of capturing him accidentally, as usual? I thought so. And if you believe me to be Semayoske, it would be easy for you to buy me out and free me from the slave class. If you don't have that much money... Yes, I might be able to enjoy it in Japanese while semayosuke is still there.

Threaten in Japanese and incite fear in Japanese. And assemble a woman with a man you like. Yeah, just imagining it is going to get there. I don't care about emancipation from the slave class anymore. If you mislead me as Semayoske, you'll be able to check your status without being suspicious, and it'll be easy for you to be alone. As long as you can confirm that you can't even use magic. I don't think I can use it. The Japanese would be victims of that accident, just like me. That should be only fourteen. I'm sure you haven't started training magic because you're pre-adult.

I'm bound by the person I believed in. I'll reveal who I am at that point. You can make it irresistible and then enjoy it all you want. It would surely be great to taste a woman who puts her thoughts to someone. It is possible to taste not only the flesh but also its spirit at the same time, while calling the name Semayoske. Oh, that's the one. It's a corner, so you should go as far out of town as you can, not all over the city. That way no one will notice even if you remove the monkeys, so you should finally be able to enjoy sight and touch, odor and taste as well as hearing. I can see the center of my body pulsing hot just thinking about it.

If that's the case, we need to get the place ready. I want to have fun for a few days, no, no, at least a few weeks. In the meantime, we need comfortable space for both of us. Make a camp in the woods outside the ridge like a crater that surrounds the city. It's not a hassle to go through every night after work, but you can't get a lot of food even if you hate small troubles. It's an adventurous city, so it's easy to get kits for camping, etc. There's a few gold things to do, and you should have them here in the most fancy tents.

Bail bought some fancy tents using the money he got for his previous offense. I also purchased a robust rope to tie up nets and prey to camouflage the tent. I really want to buy a table, etc. and tie it to it, but I can walk around the city carrying a table on a boulder. It stands out, and it's going to be in someone's memory. And it took me about a month to get my feet through outside the city and find just the right place. I carefully prepared the floor. It's all about savoring the supreme moment.

"Come this evening, outside the city, to the highest point on the northwest ridge. Semayoske is waiting there."

I pressed again and again to make sure you told me that, on the afternoon of June 4, 7442, at one of the diners. There was a Bail looking for the right man to grab some tea, grab some change, and ask for a message. Bail, who saw the man leave the store, left the store as he stood up with his tongue nodding with a cheerful face like he was floating in heat, sticking his hand in his underwear and rubbing loose the contents.