Civilization Game

Behind UNEBEL's waving face, sitting on a rock, a group of Black Wing escorts and a few Mafia block the entrance to the cave without a leak.

"…… you, Unibel."

Lord looks speechless. Beatrice steps forward.

"…… why is Uni here?"

"Woohoo, don't you see?"

She smiles, raising her mouth tail.

Rod's body twitches. It was like a new face behind the mask I had never seen from her.

"I got stuck with Martin."

Beatrice's expression freezes.

"... Are you betraying me?"

"Oh, what betrayal? I've never been on your side in the first place. You're just mistaken."

She shrugs.

"Idiots, didn't you think it was too easy? I so hated that pervert that I cooperated so easily. Haven't you ever wondered that?"

Lord smiles bitterly.

"I had my doubts. But I've been trying to change your prejudice...... Did I fail?"

"Yes, I failed."

Unibell shoots you cold.

"Can you not get drunk with just one vague victory? I'm a merchant. I invest in more reliable possibilities."

She looks at Lord and laughs.

"You will never save this country in your own way. You're just one of those idealists on the street."

"…… Unii!"

Beatrice pulls out her dagger without stopping her. Unibell 'H-' smiles and calls out a relaxing red bar to stop the attack.

"Again, again, yes."

Unibelle suddenly raises her head between her weapons. Her crimson eyes emit a frightening glow.

"You're weak when you get emotional."

Boom! Unibell's wand explodes. Beatrice's dagger, which was giving her strength, keeps moving and splits the air. Unibell's foot grazes Beatrice's abdomen with a snap.

"Khhhhh!"

Beatrice's body flies back and rolls the floor. There was white dirt all around.

"Bae, Bae!"

"Well done, Unibel."

"……!"

I made it to Martin and the Mafia. The appearance of Martin made Beatrice's face stiffer on the ground. The rod also shivered and became as heavy as a wet cotton wool.

"It went as planned. I wouldn't have missed it without your help."

"What's with all the compliments?"

Unibell plucked his palm and said,

"And I don't want you to get me wrong. It's not that you like helping, I just wanted to tear the son of a bitch to pieces."

"Public enemy, that's even better."

That's what Martin said, and he started walking towards the road.

'…… Hehe.'

The rod staggers and struggles to pull out the pocket dagger. He frowns as if he were enduring the pain.

"Oh, I see the medicine is here."

Unibell smiles as she looks at him.

"... Medicine?"

"I played a little prank on alcohol. Running so far is melting."

As Martin approaches Lord, Beatrice raises her head and shouts.

"Stop!"

As Beatrice makes her way to Martin, Unibell flashes behind her. Then quickly put the handcuffs on one of her arms.

"What the hell...!"

Beatrice, capable of immortalization, tried to run out of here through handcuffs, but her handcuffs were pulled tightly and she was panting! It stopped.

Uh, why? '

"Those tricky abilities. You think I wasn't prepared?"

Unibelle pulls her grip with all her might. As Beatrice, who lost the center of her body, is dragged in, Unibell handcuffs her and kicks her back.

Phew!

Beatrice tore through the grass and flew into the walls! I slammed into it. Unibell's red bullets then congeal and ignite a fuzzy explosion.

"Bear!"

Lord tries to run away with his dagger twisted, but Martin stands in his way.

Lord grunts and takes up battle position. As I was calculating the distance from Martin, his face snapped! It appeared in front of my nose.

"Slow enough to yawn."

Grrr!

I felt a strong shock to my abdomen. Rod's body is turned into a trainer, and his feet take a few moments off the ground.

"Khh... Khh!"

A drool came out of my mouth. Once again, the road that touches the ground staggers and eventually kneels on one knee.

"The dog that broke the rope and ran away."

Huff! Martin's arm moves.

"I don't need it."

Kuaaaaang! As the dust settles, Roads' bodies roll in mid-air for several metres, rolling the floor.

Martin pulls out his cigar and bites his back.

"Put them both in jail."

*

'... ugh.'

Maid was walking down the hall of the palace with a serving cart containing food as usual. However, his face was filled with fear.

A mafia boy standing in the halls of the palace in a bad pose was teasing. Beyond the level of sexual harassment, there was an obscene conversation that made me blush. And because she knew that she was the subject of the story, she had to walk diligently, not to listen, trying not to turn red.

At that time, a mafia leaning against the wall stepped forward. The cart that was pushing in front of her was shaken by her feet, and it moved and touched the body of a mafia.

Maid's face is white as a blank sheet.

"Is she crazy?"

A wicked mafia walks in fury. You hear laughter around you.

"…… Ah."

I've heard so many bad rumors about the Mafia in this country. They regarded the lives of men as the lives of flies. She can't move like a frog frog frozen in front of a snake.

"Hey."

Then she quickly lowers her waist.

"I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry, but what are you going to do? You got soup on your new shoes."

He opens one foot and says annoyingly. There was not a stain on the shoes other than soup. It was a typical cheap quarrel, but she was so scared she couldn't puke.

"I'm sorry! What can I do... …."

"Lick it."

The mafia raises the tail of her mouth and says coldly.

"You're as dirty as you want to be. You need to be clean."

Despite being so frightened, she bursts out with tears of contempt. I could not make such an insulting request to the prostitutes on the street.

The mafia pulls out her dagger as she trembles. It went right through her head and under her feet! Maid falls to her knees, startled.

"You don't sound like a man."

There was a murder in the mafia's eyes.

Her accident was halted due to the immediate threat of life. All emotions, emotions are repressed and only instincts for survival are suddenly raised. I felt like I could do anything to get out of this. She closes her eyes tightly, lowering her head, and brings her tongue to the dirty shoes.

"Heheh, heh, heh, heh!"

"That's funny! You really want me to do that?"

"You're a skilled sex slave, I'm afraid. Proficient."

Maid can't hear them properly. I just kept staring at the dagger on the ground. The instinct of wanting to live made this humiliation slow.

"Get your ass up, bitch!"

"Try something else. Something else."

At that moment, I felt a strange palm on her body. She was so surprised that she stopped stiffening.

"Don't rest!"

The mafia raises its feet. As she slams into her face, laughter spills out again.

'……'

Tragedy poured in late. This was the fate of the women of the defeated forces. I didn't want to cry, but I kept crying.

"What are you doing?"

Tsk.

The mob laughs as one. And coming here is a heavy static. She looks back.

'Ahh…!'

It was Martin.

The mafia boy bowed down deep. Martin looks at Maid and the dagger at the bottom.

"Do I have to ask twice? I asked him what he was doing."

"Bo, Bo, Boss! Well, that's ……!"

Mafia, who was harassing Maid, panicked and let out cold sweat.

"I would have told you not to touch me so lightly."

Martin pulls out the hand he put in his pocket.

"Bo, boss! Have mercy!"

Blah!

Martin punches the mafia in the cheek with his palm.

Blood splatters all over the place, his face hitting the wall as if a fly were being pounded.

Bang! And the bloodstained face slowly descends, leaving a vivid red mark on the wall.

"You go."

It was a horse for Maid. She jumps up and down in the surf cart, not even moving her mouth. It was really a movement devoted to instinct.

Martin glances at her moving serving cart for a moment.

She almost runs away and reaches Lord's office. At the entrance of the Oval Office were two Mafia men guarding it. I've had enough of the mafia. She swiftly knocks on the door.

"…… Who are you?"

You hear Eve's voice.

"Poem, I brought you something to eat. Please open the door!"

Eve opens the door with a cry of tears. Maid swoops in and closes the door.

"... did something happen?"

After Eve asked nicely, Maid finally burst into tear glands. She bursts into tears, holding Eve in her arms, like her normal sister. Eve hugs her silently and pats her back.

A moment later, Maid calms down and explains to Eve what happened.

"You must have been surprised. The Royal Palace has been taken over by the Mafia sons..."

"My sisters can't even come out of the kitchen. You said you don't know what kind of damage you'll get...."

Eve sighs deeply. Rod was also locked up in prison. I couldn't keep my hands off her.

'We have to find a breakthrough.'

Suddenly, she looks serious and places her hands on Maid's shoulder.

"Do me a favor. I need your help."

"…… Yes?"

Eve, who was both a priest and secretary of the royal palace in a country, had the authority to call a council.

The Abyss Parliament attended by representatives of 24 clans who had the right to speak to raise an agenda that had a profound impact on national action and voted on it to determine the country's ambassador. Of course, it was not often opened to Abyss' cultural qualities, but it was the only way Eve could use it now.

Eve quickly wrote on an empty piece of paper and said:

"Please hide this letter in the food and take it to the kitchen. We have to get it to Parliament somehow."

"… Above, the committee? Hah, but if it's not difficult to take it to the kitchen, then how...?"

"I have a plan."

Bang!

Suddenly, the door opens in a loud commotion, and Martin enters the office unexpectedly. Maid shudders in horror, and Eve leans over her desk letter naturally, covering herself with her palm.

"…… What's going on? I'd have locked the door."

"Oh, excuse me. Fellowship."

He lets go of the doorknob and says, It was already simply smashed.

"You're bleeding pretty bad. I heard you're refusing to eat."

"…… How can food pass as a servant when the Lord is locked up?"

She said rigorously. Martin smiles, his back against the wall.

"Tearing loyalty. Loyal people don't hate you. Your power and your symbolism as a priest are also highly regarded by me. How's it going? Working for yourself from now on."

"I don't want to hear such nonsense! Martin!"

Several mafia members hear her cry out.

"Honor the Godfather! Priest!"

"It has."

Martin raises his hands and stops them.

"By the way, can I see what's under your palm?"

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Good luck on your return to the highway!