Ee, Teni Shippai? Seikou?

"Ah, well..."

"Mmm, that smells good."

The next morning, Yaichi and Alana woke up with the sound of things heard from across the door, leaving the bedroom with a gentle sense of humility.

"Oh, yeah, it's happening at the right time, you two."

It was Sheehan who luxuriously shook a Chinese pot in the kitchen space that welcomed the two of them out of the bedroom.

A high-fired gas stove with LP gas specifications had recently been installed in the kitchen, which was sufficiently large by space expansion magic, in the hope of Sheehan.

"Is Sheehan making it for me this morning? So, what are you making?

"Don't you see? Mahjong tofu!

Sheehan replied, stirring the bright red filling with white tofu floating around.

It looks spicy, and the smell of drifting makes my nose seem a little paralyzed.

"I'm going to make it in the morning."

"Real Flowers (Hoa) Pepper (Ziyao) Plenty of them! You're tired of trying to cheer up the two of you."

"Thank you."

"Uhm, that's an appetizing scent"

"I can almost do it, so sit down and wait."

Through Sheehan's crotch in the finish and into the living space, Minori lined up the dishes.

There are already a few dishes lined up there.

"Good morning, Yaichi, Alana. Looks like Yube was looking forward to it."

"No, no, I had a terrible time yesterday."

When Yaichi answered with a rub of his sleepy eyes, Minori leaked a frightened bitterness.

"Mmm, that's my line, Lord Yoichi. My butt is still sore."

"Oh, then shall I restore you? It's hard to sit in a chair, isn't it?

"Mm... that's..."

Minori offered to do so with care, but Alana misses her face shyly dyeing her cheeks.

"On the basket, even as it is - hiccup!?

Shortly after opening his mouth that way, Sheehan stood behind a princess knight who suddenly screamed.

"What, do you feel sore?

The female thief whispers in a nasty tone as she strokes the princess knight's ass.

"We... not like that..."

"If I let you... why is this place so wet?

With that said, Sheehan slammed up the hem of the piece with a stunning hand and stuck his hand through the waist of the shorts.

"Hey, Sheehan, what the hell? - Uh-oh!

In the wilderness morning, in the living room of the motorhome, the princess knight's gasp sounds a water noise called Tochapupu.

"Yikes... Sheehan, stop..."

"Tingling ass touched you x koguchi just a little bit. A nasty princess knight."

"Hey, Sheehan!

That's where Minori breaks in.

"- Whoa, I'm sorry. I don't care how it goes."

Sheehan, away from Alana, stops immediately, although he turns his heel back to return to the kitchen.

"Oh, yeah, I thought of that."

Looking at everyone who was on the spot thinking that it would not be a Loc thing anyway, Sheehan pointed only at his face and put his right hand up to show off.

Clear mucus clumps around her fingertips, and when she opens her fingers, she makes a noise and pulls the thread.

Seeing it, Alana opened her eyes and blushed, trying to protest, but suddenly she had no voice and let her mouth flash open and close. Yangichi and Minori are only frightened.

There was a nasty grin in Sheehan's mouth.

"In a hidden flavor, add a drop of Princess Knight's Ma X Ko juice -"

"Oh, come on!

"Come on, Sheehan!

Alana managed to squeeze out her voice to protest, and Minori scolded Sheehan by intensifying her discourse.

"Jokes and jokes! Ha-ha-ha."

When Sheehan left an unscrupulous laugh and disappeared into the kitchen, Alana went in like she was tired.

"Mmmm... I've had a terrible look in the morning..."

Minori walks over there and embraces the princess knight's body flutteringly.

"You're annoying. I can't help but heal your buttocks."

"Ah..."

Without waiting for Alana to reply, Minori magically recovered her ass.

Soon, I cleansed myself with magic around the shorts that got dirty because of Sheehan.

"... thanks, misato"

Make it healing. Make it purifying. Although Alana herself can use magic, Minori's compassion was delightful.

(I saw something honorable in the morning...)

Yaichi nodded contentedly as he watched the women like that.

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We were to enter the Wang capital dignified from the front.

Because when I use a Griffon flight, it definitely has legs on it.

When people are placed on Griffon flights that originally handle paperwork and small luggage, reports to various locations are required.

What Yang Yi used is an adventurer guild-owned flight, but that's not why he has no obligation to report to the Kingdom.

"You don't have to report to the number of people."

"Hmm, so is that."

Flying with three adults in the first place is finally a Griffon flight.

That flew faster than usual, so I was never suspected of weighing over.

Ultimately, only Yaichi and Alana got in and compressed their time by shredding their magical aids and rest time, which was handled without problems.

"But it's a busy place anyway"

Yangichi, who got off the carriage, leaks his admiration when he sees how Wangdu Central End Station (Central Terminal) is crawling with people, carriages and rickshaws.

With an area of approximately 200,000 square metres, this vast station was the kind of facility only found in large international cities in the original world.

Speaking of which, did Lord Yoichi ever come before?

"Oh. When the demon arrives, take Greta's guide."

It was not possible to enter the Wang capital or a large town from the sky, and the two had switched carriages from the nearest town.

The carriage directly from the town to the Central Terminal was pre-arranged by the butler Vista.

"Well, what number did I have to ride to get to the separate residence of the Sallis family..."

The Tsuji carriage, which ran endlessly through the wide Wang capital, had numerous routes set up, like metro and line buses in the big cities.

Sometimes if you make the wrong landing, you'll be grated in a place where you won't be able to reach even if you walk for a few days.

"Wouldn't a rickshaw know that?

"Hmm, so is that."

To say that there are numerous routes can be a distant landing strip.

It is common for people to walk a few dozen times.

So it was the rickshaws that came and went between each station like shuttle buses and taxis.

"Hmm?"

In the meantime, several soldiers blocked the two destinations from walking to the point where the rickshaws were likely to come.

I found myself wearing a metal armor on my uniform and a light dress called a sabel on my hips, but I found myself wearing chainmail and other things underneath from the swelling of my clothes.

"Tokoroten Alana and Yoichi."

A long-sleeved man, who stepped out a step ago, stood by Alana and deliberately looked down and asked.

"When you call people names, it's polite to call them names from yourself, right?

Courtesy, for example, does not exist at least in the Kingdom.

This is the line Alana remembered in the Japanese epoch.

"Don't you see?"

Pickled and raised an eyebrow, the man turned his chest back like that.

To boast an embroidered family crest on the chest of the garment.

"I guess you're asking because I don't know."

"What?"

"Well, knowing me as the B-rank adventurer Alana, I guess that attitude means something about a country aristocrat who can't be more polite or common sense."

"My adventurer flair has a lively mouth."

How much I didn't like Alana's answer, I dropped my hips lightly and put my hands on the Servel pattern.

"Well, apparently you're like a bandit when you put your hand on a sword at the Central Terminal. The King's capital has become insecure at all."

"Let me tell you -"

"Hey, stop it!

"Please calm down......!

Two neighbors hold the man who tried to pull out his sword.

The man on the left was a slightly smaller young man, looking around twenty years old, making a small fat but no gap move in his forty glances.

"Yeah, let go!

"Senior, he said it would be just as bad if I pulled my sword out here!!

In the gap where the little fat man held his patterned head, a young man seemed to have managed to stop the rampage by feathering a long man from his crotch.

"Lord Alana, please don't make too much fun of me. You know, at a glance, like our identity, right?

"Well, what do you say?

"Are you telling me you forgot the family crest of this Earl of Colbourne house?

For one thing, the little fat man, whose colleague decided he had settled down, stood in front of Alana and put his hand on his chest to inquire.