The Seamstress Girl

[おしゅうめい]/(n) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Well, while I was turning to the entrance, I hear my sister and the man with her walked away.

Mr. Hahnia picked to hide the wet part of the dress and stood.

No one tries to speak up to her.

No man tries to accuse the sister of the reputable Nuer family and talk about it to the cut.

"Why, no one, no hands?

"Ah, it's non a fault, isn't it? I'm still the eldest son of the Romiasha family, and I'm persistent and insidious when I get my eyes on him."

Wow, a lowly voice sounded from Mr. Stoll more than cursing Mr. Mimachi.

I don't know what kind of house the Romiasha family is, but I guess it's a high-ranking house. I don't know, one of these days, they're going to beat me out, that's Mr. Stoll's rating.

Take my sister.

"And Riai?

It seems like you're saying that silence doesn't even want to describe you as someone you know.

"You want me to quit polluting the air soon? And every time I see it, it's as much as I want it to be."

I'm scared, Mr. Stoll!

A much lighter, cuter voice sounds like it's cursing!

That's 'die', right?!?

Ma, while we had that conversation, me and Mr. Stoll stood in front of her as we caught our attention.

"Excuse me. Dear Fluke Hahnia,"

Mr. Stoll fell on one knee and lowered me.

The Spirit of Fire, who was holding him tight, looked at us and let his eyes shine, to protect Mr. Hanya.

He's a strong protective spirit!

I couldn't see it from the aisle side. Flame specialization?

It's about the same size as Mr. Hahnia. And the dress was designed to look like the Spirit!

Flirting there, a young leaf-colored spirit descended wrapped around the magic of the king.

Several men who were in the venue change their complexion and come this way.

Could it be the Devil's Eye?

"Ah, the king's protective spirit?

The Spirit narrowed his eyes and smiled, and when he absorbed the king's magic, he offered the thread of magic out of his hands.

"Huh? Do you have a demon eye, too?

"Yes, dress, I'll fix it. King, you mean the power of the King's Spirit, use it, right?

The thread of the Spirit stretched to the belly of my spider on one side and to the Spirit of Fire on the other.

While offering a young leafy thread, the King's Spirit is good for the Spirit of Fire? And as I visit, I peek into my face.

The Spirit of Fire nodded vigorously.

"I am, Yui. Needle Maiden"

Take the needle Mr. Stoll kept from the case.

Thread the young leafy yarn the spider gave me, through the needle.

Thinly consolidate magic to make needles.

Thread the needle with the power of the Spirit, the yarn made by taking in the magic of the king.

Flames don't just burn.

Fire, day, light.

The power to grow plants

The Spirit of Fire embraces the power of green and becomes stronger.

A crimson dress with young leaves stretched and leaves grew.

Protect them, love them.

Hugh, unlike Master Arjit, the current king is in love with Mr. Hanya!

The stain on the dress, the wet part, the green sucked it away.

"Wow, at the same time this...!

Yeah, I've never tried it before. It's the same design, so I managed to do it simultaneously.

The sewing was also sweet because it was the skirt part of the dress, so it also covered it.

"Phew, done"

"Are you the rebirth of the first generation? Such a wonderful protective stitch... it's magical!

No, I'm a normal Japanese in my previous life.

Her Spirit smiles happily in her arms.

And Mr. Hanya smiled back.

Ugh!

More than you can imagine, the smile is beautiful and cute!

All the people watching, they had chest cum! I cummed, too. The power is squared because you can see the Spirit.

And that smile gets turned on.

"Thanks! And I'm sorry, can you ask? I want to give them back."

Mr. Hahnia managed to give the magic to the Spirit with both hands full.

The Spirit absorbs magic and gives it yarn.

"Quantitatively, flowers, spirits, and to the king, one round at a time... okay?

"Oh!"

Lace-knitted, crimson flowers.

The circle blooms on the chest of the young leafy spirits, and the circle is in the hands of Hanya.

"Beautiful."

"Master Yui, have a drink"

Soon Mr. Mimachi let me hold the cup in first-rate made-up mode.

It tastes like yuzu tea and is a good drink for your throat.

"The King and Master Arjit are here, so let's go. Master Yui, Master Hanya."

To those with the throne, if you reach out as Mr. Mimachi urged, the hedge broke naturally.

That's what, like magic.

Are we related to the king? And I held back people trying to show and speak up.

Most of them were watching this one.

It sounds slight, 'first generation', 'rebirth'

Hmm? Not the eldest daughter of the abandoned Nur family? I mean, don't you think?

I guess the question was on my face. Mimachi whispered, "Ahhh."

"Master Yui's appearance and her protective stitched arms will be difficult to relate to her blood."

"Sure."

Mr. Stoll agrees, and Mr. Hanya tilts his neck.

"Isn't it the rebirth of the first generation?

"Master Yui's guardian is Carostilla Rodan, now the maiden of Arjit's needle. I am Menez Stoll, the knight of Master Yui."

"Huh? Then"

"Former, Nur Yui? Ah, the rebirth of the first generation is more convincing."

Because I am a normal Japanese in my previous life!

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