My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

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My consciousness is back.

The consciousness that was sinking into a world of deep sleep returned.

The first thing I felt was discomfort.

A lot of discomfort.

- Is that it? Me, naked?

Give me the hunter's end, too, and I'm gonna be as ready as I can so my prey can be in range whenever he wants.

Prey moves, and runs away. I don't think this is convenient.

I don't know when or when I'll be heading to the hunting ground to pick up my bow.

So be prepared at the very least, even when you rest, so that the time may come.

That's not how I'm supposed to sleep naked.

There is no nakedness in thin clothes.

Because clothes are more protective than protecting themselves from the outside air.

I don't want to be round hips as much as possible.

Yet.

"... hmm?

I'm also concerned about nakedness, but where am I?

Wake up your torso and look around.

It's a big room.

There are conditioners for tables, and there are even cultural wall decorations such as paintings and tapestries. I think it's a good room. It's huge. It's always small where I stay.

Obviously not my room.

It's not where I know it.

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Where is it?

Where am I? What am I...?

I can hear you.

From right around the corner, someone's sleeping.

- I don't see anything like this, I don't know anything, I want to run out naked and get away with it at a glance. I get that urge, but...

The choice endures that no one, including me, will gain.

I have to see it.

Reality.

Don't run away.

And calmly and thoroughly, we have to deal with it.

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All right.

I was ready, turned my neck, to the side, to the side.

There, like me, was a naked figure.

A woman with brightly tanned skin - it wasn't.

"... Huh? Who?"

Besides, that wasn't even a white woman.

Not to mention he wasn't an inert bearded old man named Glock, etc.

He's a big boy. About twenty halves.

Vibrant blonde with slightly longer forehead on flesh that has been forged as much or more than Glock. His eyes are closed because he is asleep, but he still has a stern face.

... Is that it? If you look closely, you've seen it, maybe...?

- Are you awake?

Oh, the young man's eyes opened.

Beautiful green, still suits some tough face, makes you feel honest and serious.

"Excuse me."

"Hmm?"

"I don't know what happened last night, but I like women properly. I don't want to know for sure what happened, and I don't want to know. Sorry, forget about me"

The young man did not break his calm face, nor blinked, but put aside for a while, and nodded one. Probably was thinking about what I meant by what I said.

"Don't worry. I like women properly, too, and yet I'm newlywed. What's more, I'm about to become a father.

I also understand that there is such a world, but hatred is irrelevant to me.

- Mostly you, you'll be wearing pants. I wear underwear, too. There's no proof of anything. "

Oh, yeah.... Oh, I checked and the pants were on. Good. I was wearing it. Glad I wore it. I didn't make any mistakes.

... No.

Is it already a mistake at a time when I'm sleeping next to someone I'm not sure about the situation and who I don't know? It is an outrageous lapse.

"Don't you recognize me? It's not the first time we've met."

Hmm? Hmm?

... Ah.

"Maybe a knight?

Four knights have followed the Black Imperial Wolf (Obsidian Wolf).

An old man with a wound face and two women with white and sunburn.

And the other guy who had no contact at all.

I mean, this guy.

"That's right. I didn't get to talk much. Don't you have to remember?"

Oh, excuse me. I don't remember.

"Do you remember last night?

Huh? Hmm...... Speaking of which...

"You were seeing me last night, weren't you?

"I introduced myself then, but you still seemed drunk.

My name is Rovae Wittan. It's called Robin. That's what you call it. "

And, about Rovae. Robin also got his upper body up. Only the blanket that hung on the body reveals the flesh of the bump that worked out on the gucci bee. It's a stunning flesh without some waste.

Glock is such a good gatai that he can't beat it either, but this one is, like... sophisticated.

Unlike a wild glock, it looks like a wasteless body I calculated and made.

I don't know... I have something.

Maybe you're pretty great.

"Celiara and Arolo excused themselves. I think I gave you a lot to drink."

"I was totally unconscious back and forth, and I was undressing," he said. Robin says what he didn't want to hear flat out.

"... no, because it's your own fault"

Sure, I drank it as recommended.

I do remember drinking. It should be noted that, luckily, there are no disgusting symptoms like hangover.

But that was the first cup that made me feel fuzzy and feel bigger and said, "Now even my sister can win!," and I think I have a falling out for myself for some reason.

I don't even know why I thought I could beat my sister in the first place. You don't have to beat me, you don't have to beat me. Because I'm not a good subject to line up as just a human being. That's because the essence is already a kedamono.

- Yes, now that I think about it... I totally, I guess I got drunk at first sight. Besobe.

I don't want to think about it, but it must have.

I never wanted to be, to a bad adult.

"I had my first drink yesterday. Apparently, I'm pretty weak."

And the trouble is, I don't hate booze. I didn't hate it. My head starts pounding. I can forget about unpleasant things and worries. I feel free from everything.

"Is that your first time?... You're usually stressed out, aren't you?

Hmmm...... maybe so.

But that's fine now.

"... Um, my memory is a lot suspicious, but I was undressing?

"Oh. I rendezvous at the end, but we all stopped you from trying to take it off down."

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I don't remember the area at all, but I have no reason for this guy to lie. Which means it's true.

"After that, I forgave Arolo for wanting to embrace me strongly, and I brought you sneaking into my room. And here's what I'm doing now. Do you understand the situation?

Oh well... did I?

"Thank you for saving the crisis. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"No, it's me. I'm sorry about your colleague. Apologizing isn't enough."

By the way, you'll find out later that the sun went wild and Glock was sacrificed when you realized I was gone.

After being beaten down by a sunburn and kept beating me on the mount and losing consciousness, the old man with the scratch-face intervened to welcome me in the morning under exactly the same circumstances as me.

He shuddered that he might have lost something important as a man.

Because shortly after Glock woke up, led by an old man who didn't talk much, the knights pulled away the inn and left Heidiga.

I had a thick relationship at the end, and somehow I had breakfast with Robin and dropped them off leaving.

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"Walk fast."

The old man with the scratch-face moaned the sunburn over and over again, and they went away.

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All right. Let's forget about yesterday's lapse. Forget it. Forget it.