Grandma? Grandma!
“Grandma?"
“Who's the grandmother? ”
“Grandma?”
The warrior Rachel is the principal's granddaughter.
That's why there is only one person he calls his "grandmother."
Tra ns l a t e d b y Jp ｍtl.co m The first angel.
He is an operator of the Fantasy World and a principal who failed to show good MAX class students due to his inferior bias.
Then, what about Holy Spirit H?
His name is Chongdaeng.
▶ Correction: It's Hipria.
She is the face of the warrior festival and a devoted devotion to me for nearly 90 years.
Even if I don't believe I'm a pretty wife, I always trust her.
T r an sla t e d by jp mt l.c o m Evidence of its loyalty, number eight.
She was the one who protected the nanny who conceived me when she died and was reborn instead of her father-in-law.
“That's ridiculous. ”
If it had really been the first angel, like Rachel the warrior insisted, she would have killed me then.
There's other evidence.
Hey, Socia. Tell me what your aunt looks like.
“Husband, you want to hear this? They don't look alike. ”
“I see.”
What's the difference?
“Auntie's waist is thicker than her chest. ”
“Aha!”
Luckily, I was firmly believing from the beginning, but my first hot pack can't be the evil principal.
I helped the first spirit that lay on my head.
“He was always amazed how he could fly. It was like he had wings on a peach. Uheeheeheehee!”
“Angels are obese...”
I didn't imagine it well. T r ansl a te d b y jpｍt l .c o ｍ
Even if angels were stupid chickens, I couldn't blame them for a single visual.
I couldn't believe that even the head of such an angel was hard to fly.
“The drug lord! It's real! ”
“Yes."
“Trust me! He looks round as a white-eyed man who does nothing unless someone takes care of him." It was a spirit of light that only ate, slept and chewed. I couldn't tell if my eyes were always open or closed. Heeheehee! ”
“Indeed...”
Unlike the principal they describe, my hot pack is perfect for internal and external affairs.
It's a masterpiece!
Eyes, nose, mouth, hands, feet, waist, cervical spine, pelvis, humerus, skull, lumbar spine...
Beauty like craftsmanship in each area.
Pardon me for comparing the mascot of a warrior festival like this to the principal.
“It's a different personality. ”
The Socians continue to unleash their luck.
Then the first spirit nodded and said yes.
“Just as my nephew said. He talked all day long about his complaint to the world. When I was silent, I lay on my back, and I didn't clap my hands, and I pounded the angels. ” Tra n sla te d b y ｊpｍtl .ｃoｍ
“... the Drug Spirit. ”
“Why?”
“So are you. ”
I have no complaints about the world, but I lie on my head all day snorting.
I don't know why these spiritual hands and feet and wings have not degraded like a total excrement, but have remained so far.
“The drug lord. I love children! I'm just sitting here trying to make my children feel rewarded for their lives! If I work hard, the kids will lose their jobs and suck their fingers all day long! It's not like him! ”
“Aunt, it's ugly. ”
“The drug lord. Beat the butt of the nephew who's been harassing you! ”
It is said that.
My diligent and lazy principal cannot be the same person.
I just confirmed it.
“I live for the strong. You cannot be the first angel you've mistaken. because she was created as the organizer of the warrior festival. ”
I also remember the beautiful memories of the Warrior Festival.
I went through elementary school with good grades and went from being a garbage warrior to a "saint" to infiltrating the place to sweep up treasure.
Tran sl ate d by jpmt l.co ｍ ▶ Sparkle: I remember.
Secret friends helped out a lot!
I became a saint and instead taught the devil worshipers who had been imprisoned.
But the manager and festival host, Sanctuary H, has fallen backwards in an environment surrounded by Satanists.
We spent a significant amount of time touching each other's spines, knowing that the golems guarding the temple were peering.
I still can't forget that feeling of attachment.
If she was really the principal, then I wouldn't have allowed her to grab her pelvis.
The system also said.
Holy Mother H is stationed for the Warrior Festival.
“Grandma!"
But the warrior, Rachel, still hasn't given up.
“I thought your grandmother...”
“Grandma!"
It was always Lady H with a gentle smile on her face, but could this warrior's rudeness not be tolerated?
The smile is gone.
“I was ordered to be kind, no matter how brave the warriors were. I'm still a habitual practitioner...”
“Grandma!"
“... I can't forgive you for trying to break up the relationship between you and the girl. ”
“I'm so sorry, Grandma! But I can't stand it. I can't go to this shithole anymore! ”
“You...”
“I'm really sorry to reveal her identity without Bourne, but I can't stand it. I think your grandson is really going crazy! I can't stand everyday being ignored by trivial teachers and incompetent teachers. Get me out of here! ”
There was no conversation.
No matter what she said, she didn't listen to the warrior, just kept saying what she wanted to say.
Oh, this is...
I looked like I needed to clean up.
I'm like a parrot, "Grandma!” I persuaded her with an exquisite tone, placing my hands gently on the cervical spine of the latter shouting.
“My liege.”
“Queek, queek!"
“Give up. Even if you're right, she's mine. I teared my eyes out for it and brought them back to life in a barrel. The price for that sacrifice was too great. Do you understand that, you stupid bird head? ”
“Queek?! ”
“Short answer. ”
“Queek!”
“That's right. Good job with the lumbar spine. ”
The system (goddess), which looked like a child of Socia, warned.
Saint H, who is part of the warrior festival, is part of the system. That's why they're puppets you can control anytime you want.
I hated it so much that I was reborn as a spirit to completely separate her so that there were no variables in her words.
That is, it is not worth discussing.
Profit-
At that time, an arrogant Class D junior picked out Sword 3 and swung at the heavenly class MAX senior.
Cute.
Ka 'ang!
The wings of the righteous warrior, rising from my back, bounced off the Sword 3.
After escaping the clutches of the ruthless warrior, the Swordsman 3 swirls into the air.
But it wasn't over.
Boom!
A woman in a slender bikini armor protrudes from a jewel tucked in the middle of the hilt of Sword 3.
“Yaaap-!"
She swung at me with a machete three.
All of a sudden, you.
Race: Sword Spirit
Level: 7
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