The empire, the largest nation of people ruling the western Ost continent. To the east is a long border between the kingdom and the north and the south, and to the north is a forest of spirits with a village of elves.
"Unmissably invaded the kingdom that failed to crush the herd of Heavy Riders and lost many knights."
"We shut down the streets and sealed off the economy against the Elves who attacked the Reaper Knights in the Great Hole."
The tough behavior of recent years will confirm the reputation of "a fierce power led by a dominant emperor."
Incidentally, the previous incident succeeded in taking Landburn from the Kingdom. However, the subsequent massive expedition to King's Landing was forced to retreat by a mysterious Knight sniper named the Ghost Knight.
The next thing you know, the out-of-the-box Elves let the flames rain on the northern Empire city and entered the war.
If the world tree, which is the vent to the magic ground, is lost, the magic will be lost from the ground and the world will be destroyed!
To the Imperial Knights who fought back, the Elves used the world tree as a shield to intimidate, but the legs of the Golem knights, who were more than 17 meters tall, did not stop.
Never mind! Burn down every tree in the world. "
With the wrath of an authoritarian monarch who turned the city into rubble and its inhabitants into charcoal, the Elves lost most of their population and their bases.
Incidentally, nature was much harder than people and elves thought.
Underground magic sought an exit, and now plants called "quasi-world trees" appeared everywhere.
"We're going to start the roundtable."
And now the place is in the palace round-table room of the Imperial Capital, the oldest city of the people.
A tall romantic grey gentleman stands in a single seat surrounded by old ladies and ministers, beginning with the emperor at a huge round table.
Now, please, Dean of Imperial Magic Academy
Moderator of the highest decision-making body, he is the Marquis. Someone who once commanded an expedition to the kingdom.
He lost his reputation due to the failure of the expedition, but his achievements in diplomacy and home affairs, while plain, have returned to "one of the leading candidates for the vacant prime minister."
"In conclusion, the beast is a zombie."
A skinny old man, dean of the school, opens his mouth deeply with wrinkles between his eyebrows after the marquis sits. The participants uniformly distorted their faces and a small roar was heard from some of them.
"A heterogeneous beast wandering out of the Spirit Forest."
The director of the Imperial Magic Academy told us the results of the investigation.
Recently, a medium-sized beast resembling a pig approached the Empire's defense line, which was built on the south side of the Spirit Forest.
Move the scene to that point.
"What is that?
Found a C-Knight pilot on a regular patrol. It's not impossible to murmur.
Slowly and straight south, the pig-shaped Demon Beast didn't seem to be alert.
(... creepy)
The impression is' mosquitoes attracted to exhale '.
Avoiding proximity due to discomfort, he threw a people-shaped golem, 16 metres tall, into the wilderness, holding a rock.
The stone, which exceeded one meter in diameter, clashed against the beast's back without aiming.
"Stupid. Impossible."
However, the pig-shaped Demon Beast did not show a single painful image, but only the front leg, dragging the body that had stopped moving and proceeding.
To the astonishing pilot, his boss, who was also riding the C-Class Knight and watching in the immediate vicinity, shouted in an external voice.
Stay away from me! Call for backup now!
Later, I was able to make an immediate decision that was said to be wise because I had the right knowledge and experience to call myself a veteran.
(There is a high probability of undead. Assuming it was a zombie, it would be a big deal)
A veteran pilot who rushes his expression in agony and wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, even though it is not hot. He has heard some stories in his long career.
This time, I will fly the instructions to the men who came running for something.
Put your shields around me! Get your hands off me! I'll leave it to Class B.
Hence, the "Heterogeneous Beast" lost its head and stopped moving with a Class C group that appeared in a rush from its position, and a Class B Ranged Magic Attack that rushed from behind.
Thereafter, they were strictly quarantined and handed over to the "Imperial Magic Academy Professors and Apprentices" who were dispatched from the Imperial Capital.
"Zombie"
It is one of the lifeless activists, called the undead. Because zombies have the property of 'growing' when it comes to why they are distinguished.
A zombie who takes his life has a low chance of becoming a zombie, depending on his damage state.
Therefore, in the past, it has been incinerated in a section of a small town or village. The veteran pilot would have known about this.
"The catastrophe of the loss of the country."
Fortunately, things have never gotten that far. The reason is probably because the attacking side and the attacked side were both limited to the human race.
On the continent of Ost, where beasts travel from large to small, the human race is only one of the larger forces. For this reason, they are forced to live in a certain group, but the "moving body" is too prominent.
In addition, zombies behave as they please, so they didn't hide and were easy to "quarantine and dispose of."
Why is it just people?
Though there are various theories, it is powerful to say, "Is zombiization attracted to the lives of the same people because it is a high-ranking magician who lost his life occasionally leaving a strong attachment to life?"
Incidentally, the Elves have higher magic powers than the people, but they don't know because they don't let the people know about the zombiification of their clan.
And here we go back to the roundtable.
"There is no other zombie but the human race. But when I looked into it, I realized that the magical amount of the beast could make it zombie."
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. The attendee's aunt asked as she turned her gaze towards the thorns.
"Does a beast zombie attack people?
If you attack a man, and he turns into a zombie, it will be terrible. Participants who understood the continuation without saying anything further obscured their distorted expressions.
"It is possible that the Elves have somehow zombied the beast and used it as a weapon."
A speculation spreads like a wave standing in a pond with a stone thrown in it, disturbing the area around the round table. In this way, the voice of the Knights of the Imperial Knights, the old samurai, echoed.
"Even if you only attack Magic Beasts, the Ost Continent will certainly be disrupted. The tribal world cannot be left unaffected."
A beast that resists the devouring dead beast. The balance that had been preserved would collapse, and some would shift needles and territory.
For large beasts traveling in herds, villages and other obstacles should not even be avoided.
"As the custodian of the country, we should decide first what to do in the future."
The words that follow sink into thoughts, and somewhat one asks.
"Can the Imperial Knights prevent Zombie Demons from leaving the Spirit Forest?
The old samurai shook his head to the left and right as he raised his eyebrow root and slapped his chin.
"It's possible in the short term, but not in the long term. Whether you monitor it closely or not, make sure it gets dusty somewhere."
Then there are only a few hands to take.
It is said, "Let the demons of the forest crush the Zombie Demon Beast, and defeat all zombied beings by the hand of the human race." However, it is difficult to tell whether the Homo sapiens have zombied or not.
"Worst of all, do you mean we have to incinerate every forest of spirits?"
Representing a common understanding, the aunt first turned to the Dean of Magic with a thorny gaze, moaning.
The eyes of those surrounding the round table gathered naturally to the throne.
"It was we who opened the battlefield with the Elves and invaded the Spirit Forest. I'm responsible for the end."
A majestic middle-aged man who puts his mouth shut and speaks for a while. The emperor then shook his right arm wide and flew instructions to the mighty ministers.
"Communicate the outbreak of zombied beasts to all countries, so that mobilization is not seen as anxious. The countries of the north bordering the Spirit Forest need to fight together."
The Marquis of Romance Grey, who is also in charge of diplomacy, asks as everyone returns their understanding.
"Fortunately, the kingdom may move to recapture Landburn. May I use the eastern country for restraint?"
For the kingdom, restoring the territory that was taken last year will be more important than "the threat of unknown zombies in the Spirit Forest, where no borders exist."
To the nodding emperor, the Marquis lays his hand on his chest and lowers his head.
"East Country"
It is a monotheistic religious state where the Archbishop is at the top of the country. Thinking of life and death as God's order, they hate undead terribly.
Don't let your sword stand on the back of the Empire trying to focus on fighting zombie beasts.
"We have to gather supplies and send them to the front, but we have to think of a way to keep them from soaring."
"The more food you eat, the more upset you'll be."
This is the word that the angry old man in charge of economics is communicating with other ministers. Things to do are considered one after the other, and the noise and vibrancy around the round table increases.
It was a meeting that started after noon, but by the time the time frame was set, the days were full.
"We cannot let the elite Knights of the Roses (Rose Knights) play. We must recall them from the realm."
After issuing a declaration of dissolution, the middle-aged emperor whispered to the captain sitting next to him.
There is a reason for the bitterness in your expression. Now, Rose Castle has withheld the Rose Cup, a worldwide festival of men held every two years.
Uncle Rosehip, the Commander of the Knights of the Roses (Rosehips), is not here to prepare for it.
"It's important for the country, let's get him up and running. But deep down in my heart, I must feel sorry for you."
The old samurai wrinkles his nose when he thinks of a grand man with short, gray hair.
Rose cups are a great pleasure for Uncle Rose Hip. Though there is a distinction between public and private, instincts are not perfectly controlled.
"We have to make it up somewhere. It's like throwing a beast on a ranch."
As the leader of the elite Knights, Uncle Rosehip is one of the most prestigious figures in the Empire. But he doesn't want the reward others want for his achievements.
All they want is a 'good man'.
There may be more roses in Japan.
Shrugging your shoulders and leaking your words of consent, old warrior.
Perhaps the fact that the Empire has more rose lovers than others is because every time Uncle Rosehip did his work, he let them go anywhere.
Middle-aged and elderly, long-standing subordinates shrugged slightly and stayed behind during the round table.
At the same time, this is the kingdom of downtown King's Landing.
There was a young man walking on a dark street with sparse streetlights, dressed not dirty but cheap.
(I'm home)
He finished his day's work, went home for dinner at the stall, and arrived at home. If you murmur (murmur) in your heart, open the door of the longhouse without anyone waiting, turn on the lights and close the curtains.
Small rooms with only toilets, showers and bedrooms are visible. As he lowered his hips to the bed where he was sitting instead of a chair and exhaled loudly, the young man frowned and pulled out his ears.
(... are you making this sound?
From the next room, I heard the regular clanking of the bed. Once every few times, the voice of a woman who was pushed to death also comes in, so I don't think she's alone.
(I still haven't experienced it because I don't have any money)
I stopped trying to whisper because I didn't want my hard-working neighbor to know I was back.
I wasn't worried. I just wanted the sound to be a 'dish'.
(I don't know.)
Sitting on the bed and putting her ears against the wall of the Amtsubishi, she can hear the voice of a woman with a groin clearly.
The unbearable young man lowered his pants and underwear and began to comfort his self-asserting son with his right hand.
(Damn, I envy you)
The sound of the lock that was supposed to have been tightened and the sign of someone stepping into the room. It would be irresistible for young people to notice either.
Because I was concentrating on my ears and groin.
"Good evening."
So when I heard the voice of a woman from behind, the young man was surprised enough to jump up.
Looking back in a hurry while holding his crotch, he saw a young woman dressed as if she were just standing there. The style is good, you can see that the mask hides the area around your eyes, but it's a neat look.
"A green Venetian mask and a waitress costume like a ruffled coffee shop. However, the length of the skirt is shorter, rather than on the knee."
A woman in her twenties who lightly tickled her hair on her shoulders with one hand. It was a flashy stand with a lot of exposure, but the serious atmosphere that seemed to emerge eased the vigilance of the youth a little.
If Tauro had been here, he might have thought, "It's like a college girl in employment."
"Keep it that way. Will you listen to me?
A young man who pulls out his lower body and hides the futon in a hurry. The mini scout waitress in the Venetian mask continued to look like she liked it.
"I am the Emerald of the Nopan's Niente Perne Squadara."
The green of the eye mask seems to be conscious of the emerald.
The young man opens his mouth to the pressure of various questions rising in his head. However, the voice was scratched away by the screams of men and women from the opposite side of the room.
The glossy voice and the beastly roar of the old man are definitely in play.
(Even this way!
A young man sitting on a bed, stacked in surprise. Meaning that men and women are doing business next to each other.
By the way, this longhouse is all a man's house. Including myself, there are only people who seem to be distant from money and women.
"This longhouse is already under our control. Including landlords, of course."
Laughing like a prank, the masked woman spins the key with her fingertips.
By the way, the landlord's room is next to the youth. The beast's roar is on the rise right now.
"Our goal is to correct the distortions of the world."
As I said it, I lifted one leg up and left it stretched. I wonder if you're training, your body is very soft, and eventually your toes point to the ceiling.
"I (I) Strip Balance"
The posture with one leg in it with one arm would be appropriate to call it that. I don't have any more questions about "What is the" Niente Perne Squadara "of the Nopans."
The contents of the revealed skirt gave a true answer.
(I don't know what to say. It's amazing.)
Nearly the first time I've seen a young man close to me.
My nailed gaze would sting, and my stripped crotch twitched my lips as I said.
"It feels so good to be in here. It's not just you, it's me."
Is it really embarrassing? I dye my cheeks under the mask.
"But don't you think it's strange that you can't do it without money?" We don't want to make it a business to be happy. "
A young man nodding repeatedly with rough breathing without blinking a single blink. I doubt she really understands, but she seems satisfied.
"I'm glad you're sympathetic. Now let's have fun."
Emerald, who had lost his I (I) balance, went to bed on his knees and pulled off his pants and underwear.
Then he pushed his chest and pushed the young man down on his back, lifting the bottom of the skirt with his left hand and lifting the young man's tip to the lips of his groin with his right hand.
A no-pan woman who seems to have felt something, lowers her voice and asks the youth.
"Maybe you don't have any experience?
A mid-length woman on a young man with a smile like a mother-in-law and a nodding young man whose face had already turned red even more.
"I'll definitely satisfy you, so you can count on it. And if you want to cum, don't put up with it right away. I'll take care of you as many times as I can until I'm tired and asleep, so don't hesitate."
When I finished, I went to sink my hips, a mysterious woman with a live college style. It may not be because of her words, but the young man will come out soon.
Receiving the hot feelings exhaled inside, she puts her hands together in front of her chest to pray.
(I have now saved the trouble of a lost lamb. What I just received is the gratitude that the lamb is feeling.)
From this longhouse, the activities of the Nopan group "Niente Perne Squadara" began.