Continental Hero Senki

It was on 15 April that Sergei Romanov, who became Prime Minister of the Empire of the Eastern Continent and first in the right to inherit the throne, stepped on the soil of Aeresund, capital of the Principality of Schauenburg. Grand Duke Albrecht von Schauenburg, head of the Principality of Schauenburg, came directly to the port to welcome the young Chancellor of the Empire.

It was only on the afternoon of 17 April that they were then able to meet, talk to or interact closely with the cabinet of the Principality like a diplomatic mission and begin preparations for a harmonious meeting with the original aim, the Kingdom of Silesia.

"Damn, why do I have to deal with such incompetent people? Just listening to them makes me sleepy. I don't think I slept well. I feel like I want to go home now."

The next emperor, who is essentially in control of a superpower called the Eastern Continent Empire, was complaining grandly in a room with only Brigadier General Mikhail Kreutzer, who made him his friend and head of SS.

"Don't be told that. It has the status of imperial prime minister, the next emperor who has the first right to inherit the throne. And if you look at them, you think," If we treat them lightly, it's going to be about our own safety. "

"I know that...... but what can I do about it? I'm getting tired of smiling."

"I don't think there's anything I can do about it. Unless Your Excellency abandons his current status duties."

"Huh, idiot say it"

That being said, Kreutzer sat on his face as he handed Sergei his coffee. Kreutzer has pitch-black hair, the opposite of shiny silver hair like Sergei. The personality is still the opposite, with Sergei making poisonous, sharp words and actions, whereas Kreutzer's was a moderate one. That's why he was Sergei's only and only friend, and he's had a hard and tireless day.

"Well fine. Kreutzer, since when do we have a meeting date?

"I was just contacted by the Counsellor of the Principality's Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Diplomatic missions from Silesia, Livonia, Carlsbert and Ostmarc have already arrived in the capital. If you have no special differences, a meeting will be held on April 20th at Fort Castelletto in the Port District of the Principality."

"... Hmm, got it. 'There's no difference,' I want you to tell him so."

"I understand. Contact the Principality as soon as possible…"

That said Kreutzer tried to get up, but just before that stopped the move as if Sergei remembered something.

"Kreutzer, when you're done contacting the Principality, you can rest until the 19th."

To Sergei's words, who suddenly said that, Kreutzer solidified with his hips subtly floating. Grasping the meaning of Sergei's words, he was complaining "something" with his eyes alone.

"What, I never thought I'd give you a break. It's a corner opportunity, just a little tour of the capital."

"Ha... But I'm not on vacation or anything..."

"Don't say that. After the 20th anyway, me and you will be as busy as shit. You need to rest while your body's at it, okay?

Sergei's mouth was not a bad place to talk about, but it is certain that it was a tribute to his own friend. But if Kreutzer could take it clean, it wasn't. Rather, it doesn't matter what you think about putting one Sergei without this kind of product on vacation.

Regardless, there was no way I could have said that directly to the person, and I could only refuse the vacation in the usual soft tone. But Sergei was somewhat stubborn.

"Then I command you as the Imperial Chancellor. Rest, or you're fired. There's no retirement money."

……

When they said that, Kreutzer had no choice but to rest. He received the leave granted by Sergei "thankfully" in the sense that he did not accept it.

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April 18.

The "Let's get along with the clerk around the tavern where the cute girl is and extract information from the Imperial Diplomatic Mission that stopped by Vero" operation I set up had an unexpected effect.

On the 15th, the mission of the Eastern Continent Empire came, and the next 16th, members of the diplomatic mission, who were not aristocrats, appeared in the pleasure district and did everything they wanted to do to women for food in many ways to booze, and naturally they also came to the store where there were clerks who became friends with me and Sarah.

I mean, they're alone. There are people who are very rude or devastated. Later on, I learned that this guy seems to be a man in the ministerial post of the Eastern Continental Empire State Department. Drinking alcohol tells me a lot about things that never get bellow, but most of them are stupid.

Mid-term management looks tough, yeah.

On the first day of his appearance, he became a new specialty of the capital. "A great man from a foreign country is laddering the tavern. And it's good gold spinning" or something.

And naturally came to the tavern where the cute little girl clerk we got along works. Hooray if you talked a lot about this, I thought I should just get softly closer and direct interrogation.

... but something a little unexpected... or maybe you're right that you should have been able to predict but ignored that possibility.

I mean, what is it? "Sarah's pretty cute too, if you think about it," I mean, yes.

21: 20.

The incident took place at the Wang Qiao (Shepta), a popular tavern in the capital's pleasure district.

"Hey, you look beautiful! Hick."

"Duh, thanks..."

There was an Imperial State Department bureaucrat who didn't know how many drinks he was drinking but couldn't stop snoozing at Verobello and his breath seemed to stink, and Sarah, who obviously hated it. To put it plainly, it's a numb.

And I was observing it while me and Mr. Feene pretended to be someone else in a nearby seat. Don't overhear every word......

"What's your name?

"Sarah Kova."

and Sarah introduced herself under a predetermined pseudonym. Even if this is called "Sarah" in an aggressive manner, we can make excuses if we decide that Sarakova is shortened. Probably.

"Sarah, Kova. - Oh, my God. Hick, you're Carlsbert! Uncle, I know you!

Uncle, that bureaucrat is right. Sarakova is a surname in the Carlsbert woman. Because the last name of a woman in that country is marked by a "va" at the end. "You're amazing! You look like you don't, do you? The State Department official named him" Bazarov ".

"What, you came to sightseeing?

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, my uncle, Hick, it's work!

Osama, who says so and executes excessive skinship on Sarah, Toto Bazarov. I'd buy that courage, Sarah, but to the other guy. I think that's a highly ambitious suicide. In the meantime, they'll hit me with one pigeon tail and hit me on the floor with what I drank and ate.

I thought,

".................. ugh!

How did Sarah endure, even though she turned her face bright red with anger? Awesome, but awesome, but don't push me! If you don't like it, you can leave because I think it would be terrible if I saw that face when my token broke!?

But it seems Sarah is trying to gather information at Sarah, and she asked Bazarov the question, "Hey, what are you working on? (backvoice)" with an angry, heartfelt look on her face.

Hey, Osama, if you don't want to die, you better answer honestly. No, seriously.

"Hmm, you want to hear it? Do you want to hear it?

"Yes..."

"No, if you want to hear it, you have to 'do good' to your uncle.

Boki, the sound sounded.

It wasn't where Sarah was that made the sound direction. It came from me. It is the sound of a broken wooden spoon that I had. Naturally, the spoon didn't self-destruct. It means my indulgence bag broke before Sarah.

Let's go to the roof... it's been a while, it's been beautiful...

But the woman in front of me grabbed my hand when I tried to get up. It felt more like a hand than a grab, but it was obvious what it was meant to be. I guess she's trying to stop me.

Certainly that decision is not wrong. That Bazarov hasn't said anything yet, but it means there's no point if he gets his hands on it here.

"I don't think so."

"... seems to have exceeded its limits."

"I know how you feel, but her limitations are not yet. And it hasn't achieved its purpose either. If it really doesn't seem to work, she'll get her hands on it, and she has as much strength as she can to do that."

I say it terribly cold. The worst behavior against women. That Bazarov is doing it now. You know that, even Mr. Feene, and you know how Sarah feels. Yet the voice was calm itself.

"... excuse me"

"It's okay. She's still fine."

That said, Mr. Fine only moved his eyes and looked at Sarah. When I was followed and looked at her, Sarah looked calmer than she had earlier. I'm listening to Bazarov's sexual harassment remarks about what happened while I was pretty. As always, skinship is excessive.

"My job is to move the country. At the next meeting, we'll negotiate with an asshole named Silesia."

"How is that?

"Right, well, for now, those guys look great with 'land to land'. I don't need such a despicable neighborhood, but our Chancellor still has a lot of enemies in the country. If you do something about it on my own, Hick, you won't be born again!

Bazarov, whose alcohol was reaching his brain, was talking to Bella Bella. Important or not.

That was important information. The inalienable point of the Eastern Continental Empire seems to be "not to allow territorial transfer". Chancellor, that is Sergei does not yet have full domestic peace, so I would like to avoid a territorial transfer that threatens to be criticised by the imperial nobility as "weak back". That would be the case.

If you hear that, you'll be fine for now. Just pull back......,

"Hey, Salarkova. I've told you so far, okay?

"Um, hey, wait"

"That's a little good!

With that said, Bazarov approached Sarah. Specifically, I'm trying to push my mouth like an octopus and grab both Sarah's arms to push that mouth... not if I'm explaining it!? Your lip pushing speed exceeds Sarah's reaction speed!? Are you good at sexual harassment abilities, that Osama! What a wasted ability!?

Sarah's first opponent will be Osama!

I wanted to stop it somehow, but there was a distance. Not far, but it wasn't close enough to stop forced indecency immediately. Don't make it......,

And that's when Osama flipped.

I thought Sarah had fought back, but she had a flashing look. She didn't seem to grasp the situation herself. Naturally, neither I nor Mr. Feene knew.

What I knew was that Teng himself, who flipped Osama. He was a beautiful young man with a sweet mask, seemingly tender black hair. He is grabbing Osama's arm and detaining him as he did when the police arrested the suspect.

"Are you all right, miss?

The brunette talks to Sarah with Bazarov on her ass crying out that it hurts. The gap between what you're doing and your kind voice is awesome.

"... uh. Thank you......"

"Mm, it's okay. But from now on, if you don't like it, resist it properly. 'Cause not every time a good person helps."

That said, he was responsible for Osama in Bazarov, whose arms were bent in a weird direction. Bazarov is repeatedly whimpering with a cry that does not speak. I'll just say "zama" for now.

"And if you want to help too, move quickly."

"What, ah, yes!

The brunette suddenly spoke to me. Apparently, he was also watching me try to move. Were you paying attention not only to Osama but to me under that circumstance?

I mean, I found that all the women in the store who are somehow in love with him already because of their soft voice + their kind face + their physical ability to restrain Bazarov in an instant. The yellow voice is leaking from the store. But I know how that feels. I almost fell in love, too. Danger. Danger.

One of those lovely women, the clerk of the cute girl in the example, courageously said, "Um, let me know your name!" Stuffed. The brunette put her hand on her chin and said, "Um, I don't know if it's okay to say it..." She looks troubled. Once again, modest cheers were raised from within the store, as the trick became a painting again.

"Well, okay. I'm Kreutzer. Mikhail Kreutzer. I'll see you when I get a chance to see you again, ladies."

"Yes!

That being said, he left the store by giving the courageous female clerk more money to call herself and Bazarov's fees and nuisance. Even the way he left seemed to have shot the hearts of the women, and even after he was gone, he heard a shuddering voice.

And that seems to have been the same for Mr. Fine.

"Mikhail... Kreutzer..."

She squeaks the name of the brunette repeatedly and feels like she's not here. How much would Mr. Fine fall in love with that?

Well, no. I decided to check on Mr. Sarakova, who was supposed to be the victim.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I can manage..."

Sarah's face felt a little unwell. Well, you can't be sexually harassed by creepy Osama and stay healthy. You must be scared of the trauma because Osama's face is so imminent.

Do you want to leave the store for now?