All Affirmative Slave Girls: Ten Minutes a Time 1000 Lynn

Around six months later, on the periphery of the Empire, after the saints began to be whispered by the Makoshiya that they were born.

"Why, Father!

In a mansion in the Herbarian Empire, there was a woman who was complaining to the Lord.

Snow Alt, one of the sons of the Takemen Alt family. About six months ago she became a knight and was assigned to the Kingsguard, arguing with her father, the Alto family owner.

"It's a situation where there's rumors that a saint was born, so uh-huh. Why do you not think and act about the people! You should speak to Your Majesty about the current turbulent reign!

"Snow. The Alto family is a martial arts that has served since the beginning of the Empire"

Compared to the fierce snow, the voice of the Alto principals was quiet.

"Don't let military men talk to national politics. If you want to play politics, play with the army faction. When it comes to military officials, I forgive you for barking as much as you want"

That was a natural indiscipline as a knight serving the emperor.

The Herbarian Empire is not militaristic. It continues the reign of civilized control around the emperor.

"We are the official army. Whether the country is wrong or the people suffer, we are always agents of state power, an executor violent body, and justice itself. It's out of the question to twist and bend that way."

"Sometimes it's loyal to praise your master because he's violent."

"That's not our role. The advice of national politics is always discussed and executed by the civilian"

"I don't know how right Kisha is or anything!

Finally, I had a headache for the stupidity of my young son, who started talking about correctness and so on. There is no way to know the correctness of the country right now. It's the first time I've seen history.

That's why the Alto principals tear it to pieces so fools can tell.

"Snow. The role of our Empire's sword is simple. He waves as the Lord, defeats his enemies, and sometimes dies. That's all. Nothing more or less."

The human correctness of Takemen does not function as the correctness that Snow is talking about.

"Rusting is not allowed to loose. Being a sharp sword must make an effort. We also need to let them know how sharp we are. But it is His Majesty who decides the fate of the country. No matter which other country, this country belongs to His Majesty. You don't know what this country means by" empire. "

"Even if the emperor was wrong this life!?

That was a lousy statement.

It was a word that my daughter under the martial arts should never utter in her mouth. In the remarks of the knight who became Kingsguard, he didn't say no. In some cases, he had his own daughter's neck now here.

I didn't do it because this exchange was made at the Alto family mansion, which had even more flesh-parential sentiments. Before his daughter, who is put to justice, the Alto family owner becomes a tormented face.

"Your Majesty these days, it's obviously strange! I don't know if you got sick, or if you got yourself raped, or if it belongs to your age. But the current way of national politics is lost!

"I'll tell you as many times as I can. We are the government. As long as we are under His Majesty, we are rightly and surely affirmed. Dead yet receive the honor of serving the Herbarian royal family in eternal everlasting everlasting nations. That's why, Snow."

The chief of Takemen, who followed with cotton as the sword of the Empire, tells him violently.

"If Your Majesty is wrong, we must die first and be dead until the last soldier. That's the weight of being a knight in the government."

"Convinced, not convinced"

"Who told you to convince me"

Convinced, etc., and crap.

He snorts.

It is important that the Alto family be the sword of the Empire. That's how I continued to support the Empire for 300 years.

There is no point in the Alto family if the Empire is gone.

"Just follow His Majesty's jade"

There is no point in thinking about the fate of the country.

Snow didn't snort. She scratched her lips and walked away silently.

As you said earlier, I guess you're not convinced. Short-circuit I found out to him, my father, what behavior she was going to take.

"... you idiot"

With a bitter running look, he exhales.

I called my men to turn the arrangements around to cut off my stupid daughter.

I didn't lose my hand. Because he was inside, he couldn't have let the traitors out of the Alto family.

The name of the Alto family, under the imperial ministry, is not light.

Most importantly, Snow is a knight in the Kingsguard.

He was going to dispose of his daughter in full swing.

But ironically, Snow Alto, born with the gift of imperialism, survives.

The fact that he was to survive by shaking off the chase of the famous Alto clan of Takemen and to give himself to the Church remained a serious flaw in the Empire.

In a dungeon in a city.

The dungeon, which began to be rough reflecting the devastation of the national situation, continued to lose grace.

"Hey, did you hear that? I hear there's a rebel coming out of the Kingsguard."

"I'm listening. Besides, I'm surprised she's the Alto girl."

"It feels like the end of the day at last. There are rumors that saints have been born, and the empire is probably about to be bad."

It was a party of three adventurers talking to the public.

She is a young girl swordsman, a young man of mystery, and an orthodox adventurer-style young man. Give each name, Altena, Sieg. And I said Wheaton.

"I don't know. It's no mistake that the Empire is a stone as long as the Emperor is around."

"Well. The emperor's secrets are stronger than the saints', even though the saints possess such secrets that they can defeat the hosts."

"I know who's weird about the country. Look at the roughness of the dungeon. There's an aggressive demon gushing, and most importantly, the width of the fluctuations is too severe."

"Right. We have to be careful. Can someone do something about the roughness of the country?"

"It's so big that you have no idea what to do with your country. I wish I could protect my family."

It was when they were whispering about the current state of the country to the extent of rumours in the dungeon, one of the top protagonists among the young.

Unexpectedly, their sight opened.

They behave vigilantly.

This should have been a plain until the other day. It turned and the terrain changed again, and the lake, which did not exist until yesterday, appeared neglected.

Ever since the country began to be rough, terrain fluctuations and the emergence of new species of demons and traps were everyday tea events.

"Fountain, huh? Sieg, do you have any idea what this is all about?

"The dungeon fountain should mean 'emotional' as it is. I don't know what that feels like until I see it..."

"... a lot, beautiful water, isn't it? Maybe it's a new favor."

They approach the waterfront to investigate water quality. Water, roughly pure, seemed to keep gushing up, expanding the area of the fountain.

It was Whiton who found what was the source.

"... hmm?

That sword in the center of the fountain pierced the water and waited for someone to pull it out. I didn't ask anyone to pull it out quickly, but it looked good from a distance.

A grace made of people's hopes, just beautiful.

"This is..."

The Holy Sword that people wanted was going to dramatically change the fate of Whiton Barlow, who was just an adventurer.

"I heard the Holy Sword was found"

The Church's General Main Mountain.

A place that makes a small town the sanctuary of the Church as it is, not belonging to any country. With immense authority, it was the woman who dived unharmed through a harsh interrogation, called into the backyard of the Holy Land, where even the faithful had difficulty in stepping foot.

It is a survivor found in a village that perished on the periphery of the Herbarian Empire, a nun who had been interrogated in the Western Church because of the anomaly of existence.

Diving through all forms of torture and execution, she was drawn to a certain person for a final judgment to be certified as a saint.

It is one old man.

Old, his whole body dried up like a dry object, he hasn't seen a nun sitting in front of him. Lift your chin up, and from the edge of your mouth. Look at the void as you drool, squirming every bump.

"I don't know why... the world is in people's eyes... the world that people see is the world. How can the world be seen in every man's eyes... If being observed is a confirmation of the world, then the world is nothing but a flash of subjectivity... but then, to reach the world to be..."

The nun did not hesitate to stick her two fingers in the other's eyes.

The nun's finger, which would otherwise pierce the eyeball, never hurt the target. The protruding orbits had no eyeballs, and holes were hollow.

"When you've lost your martyrdom, don't say a word."

"... oh, my God, there he is"

A vain orbit was directed towards Ease.

"Whether you want to speak up or not, the younger ones these days are abusive. Scary, scary. Damn, I can't even look at you."

It was the creepy old man who shook himself to death that was the culmination of this church.

The first old man to become a saint in the Western Church, dying without being able to martyr in doctrine, an old man who for more than a thousand years remains at the top of the Church's throne. And from now on, you will not even be allowed to decay if you fulfill the doctrine that resides in you, the fruit of the saints.

The Pope: The Invisible Eye of God.

"It's Ease. I don't want your eyes. Your eyes are too boring and common. It's an unattractive eye, never to be blinded. You have too lazy an eye color to polish with mud. Boring eyes, crappy eyes, unnecessary eyes."

"There is no laziness in my faith. I don't refuse to stand in line with you."

"Hihi, right, right"

There was no fine dust in her eyes, the ordeal that fell upon her, her thoughts of her doomed homeland.

The old man, who has seen why that happened, laughs like a monkey.

"Hey, it's Ease. You are nothing but a collection of victims everywhere in history. Really, that's just it. Are you aware of that? There's nothing special about you that doesn't exist as a grain of sand."

"Every crazy thing. Is there any correctness in people? There can be no such thing as being special to me. Whether you peek into a person's eyes or not, you will never reach God as long as it is the eye of a person."

"Oh, Ease. It was Anne, the village daughter, Eze, the nun. What an off-target word. What a misguided faith. That is why your prayers deserve an undisputed saint. You are a saint because you have come to the despair that is everywhere. With those boring mud eyes, you should see the doom of the Empire. You reborn just for that. Hi-hi, hi-hi."

I accidentally stopped laughing like a tight one.

"... if you want to go under the Holy Sword, go. 'Mud of God' Ez Ann. It's not worth looking at, such as your life right now. Your eyes don't have anything to see."

Ez Ann, certified as a saint, disappeared when she lived for it. I guess I headed under the Holy Sword.

After Ez Ann walks away, the Pope laughs alone.

"Oh crap... not at all, crap... what a god. What happened to heresy? The world is wide. Only the number of eyes shows the world. How can you not know that our Lord speaks neatly in the incomplete principles of a crappy narrow amount of religion, etc... Words, etc., helpless. Eyes. People's eyes reflect the world. If light is salvation, why would a man try to pray in words when it would be self-evident that only what is visible is true".

Fucking laughs suspiciously.

So I have to save him. "

An old man with lost eyes keeps laughing and praying spookily.

"Oh, that light, that light. May the world just be full of light, may the world be peaceful. That light, that light."

Sacred words were uttered at his thighs, and he peered into the eyes of the whole world again.

"The Virgin has entered a brave party."

In a room in the Wang capital, Volcano was reporting to the head of the Carvel family.

The more precarious the political situation, the more active the back society becomes. Politician corruption leads directly to the glitch of the security apparatus, and the strain of civil life instantly causes national devastation. Something might lighten them up.

The Kerbel family instantly grew larger without missing out on opportunities. The position of being a funder of the preacher, the current state of this disturbance, brought tremendous benefits to them, the Mafia.

"Right. Now you have the legitimacy of a revolution, both famous and famous."

The head of the Carvel family had something in mind.

Volcano was picked up at a young age by him, who was then a young head. Since then, he has been a militant in the Carvel family, made up of arms.

"Volcano, help the young man who picked up the Holy Sword."

I thought you were backing the preacher.

The current Kerbel family was providing financial support. The power of the Kerbel family, which devoured the government deeply through friendship, is such that it is swallowing and integrating mafias throughout the Empire.

That is why I will be attending a brave party that is flying an anti-flag against the Empire.

"Are you nuts? If there's a rival one within reach, it's natural to support both."

Whichever wins or loses, profits.

"More than anything," he adds, laughing with his nose.

"This guy, maybe - he'll get the jade noise."

The shivering eyes of the Carvel family, who cow ears the society behind the Empire, were full of ambition.