Far north of Wang Du, further across the border of the country.
The forest of Nicea Cassia extends there.
The time is already late at night. In a small town in the woods, little light can be seen.
For this reason, the starry sky, literally descending, which is not first seen in the Wang capital, was stretched across the sky.
And out of town, a small wooden bungalow house.
In that bedroom bed, one man couldn't sleep.
It is lightning.
(It was still just like I thought, no it was more than that)
Hitting the back of your head, thinking back.
A knight who saved himself from the stone golem on the outer edge of the forest of Nicea Cassia.
It was soon discovered that his affiliation was the Guild of Kingdom Merchants.
It is strange to be on edge. As a support for the Empire, a guild knight, a merchant of that kingdom, is said to be dispatched.
The news surprised him and delighted him greatly.
(You can meet that knight and the pilot)
I was really looking forward to that time.
I noticed myself counting my arrival in the Nicea Cassia country by a finger, and I smiled unexpectedly.
While waiting, the knights arrive from the northern countries.
There will be meetings with kings, ministers, and pilots, and busy hours will pass.
And finally, the time has come.
"Lord Lightning. Knight of the Kingdom Merchant Guild, you have arrived. We are currently waiting for you outside of town"
Soldiers bring news.
Nervous, he rides the barrel doll Barrel Doll and picks him up outside of town.
(After all, it was the knight then)
And what I saw was a quiet, beige-toned knight.
Its calm shades and beautiful shapes take heart just as they did then.
(Well, what's up)
So, I just notice.
Though I picked him up, I don't know how to do it if the knights face to face with each other.
Honestly, I didn't think that far.
Ask the barrel doll Barrel Doll to thank him at the dojo as the best he can do.
(Ooh)
Returned for it was an elegant courtesy by the noble.
(In the name of the old lady Old Lady, she really deserves it)
Unexpectedly leaks an exclamation exhale.
Lord Tauro treats this knight like a woman.
The names of the knights and pilots have already been identified by means of an inquiry into the Merchant Guild.
A male pilot who treats a knight with a feminine atmosphere with respect and as a lady. The relationship was really dazzling.
Lead us to the town square, where we descend from the barrel doll Barrel Doll.
(who)
I'm really curious to see the old lady "Old Lady" pilot descending on the ground as well.
I sent my gaze, worried not to be rude.
(The golden mask is not worn)
Was it about thirty when I was old? You look slightly older than yourself.
(... Again, you don't look familiar)
God's Divine Match of Commerce in the Holy City. According to the information, Lord Tauro was also a participant.
But I was not conscious of the other contestants.
(At that time, there must have been some reason for being masked. Don't you dare bring that up here)
To be honest, I want to thank you for healing my body.
But if the other person causes trouble, it is the end of the line. You can't just prioritize your feelings.
I will only say thank you to Stonegolem the other day and greet each other.
I stared at him unexpectedly for a long time.
Who I admire and target. It's better in front of you. Forgive me for that.
"Come here, then"
Quickly guide them to the building with pilots from neighboring countries.
Through the hallway, he led to the most spacious and luxurious room in the hall, where he waited until the king.
(Exactly)
Seeing Lord Tauro, I get a strong impression.
I am not arrogant when I say that I come from the Alliance of Merchants of the Great Powers, and I am not humbled because I am just in front of the king of one nation.
A truly natural attitude.
When I looked at His Majesty, I couldn't compare myself to the less tongue-in-cheek of nervousness.
His Majesty seemed satisfied, too, and was signaled to me to start a meeting.
"… seems more than that"
Lord Tauro is silently listening to my tedious explanations.
As the outcome of a battle between knights leads straight to battlefield victory and defeat, the most powerful knight pilots have an absolute say.
Regarding the exploitation on the battlefield, whether it is a king or a minister, I cannot say anything.
(Is there anything wrong with the description?)
My story ends, but Lord Tauro remains silent.
The lack of a statement from the person who should be in command also stops the meeting from proceeding.
Gaze at the other two pilots as you learn to rush inside. They seem confused, too.
In the sense of confirmation, speak up thoughtfully.
"I'd like you to take command."
Even with that word, there is no movement in Lord Tauro.
I feel like we're being measured for our abilities, and I'm just a little upset.
As if I were to be enlightened about the movement of that heart, I continued my words.
"All our knights are C-class. The difference in combat power between Lord Tauro and the Knight, Class B, is obvious. This place should be led by the strongest."
The look on Lord Tauro's face becomes more rude to the words.
It was the saying that I should be commanded by others because I have no experience.
I nod uncomfortably.
Unless you are also a pilot who belongs to and has experience with the Knights, there is no such thing as someone with command experience.
(Same here. No, I don't have battlefield experience itself before then)
There are only warcraft extermination and hunting.
Eyes crossed again, on behalf of which I open my mouth.
"It's the same for us."
Lord Tauro closes his eyes once and opens them. And began to speak in a calm tone.
"I'm not a pilot driving a national knight like you. They're not representative of the country."
I felt like I had been hit in the head by that word.
Yes, it is. Lord Tauro is a pilot who drives the most powerful knight in the field, a Class B knight.
But it's only support from the kingdom, power.
"Protect your homeland from the Empire. This is your fight. Wouldn't you? ', that's what I thought they said.
(Chuckles)
I embarrass myself.
If you look around, the same was true of the two pilots, who had a bitter look that included regret.
But there's no way I can pull in here.
It's a battle to protect your precious hometown, and your opponent is a powerful Imperial Knight. Whatever you do to win, I want Lord Tauro to take the lead.
(With this one, you can always win)
Convinced in earlier words.
If Lord Tauro can command us, we can obey him wholeheartedly.
In that case, there is nothing to be afraid of, even if it is somewhat inferior in number.
"I understand your position. But still, we will command Lord Tauro."
I just have to push it now.
Give me a reason for that and this, and I will approach Lord Tauro.
Lord Tauro used to stare at himself like that, but then he nodded slowly.
(Does it make sense?)
Maybe we were being tried.
I don't rely on the power of others to protect my country. Whether you are prepared to shed your own blood.
And apparently, our sincere thoughts have arrived.
The two pilots have different eyes because they are prepared.
One of them, I guess, couldn't contain his emotions. He was beginning to beg to lead us.
Lord Tauro smiles calmly.
And when did you think about it, you started opening a detailed draft of the operation.
(Already, I was ready)
Shock runs my mind.
I wonder how far this one will look ahead.
We shake our hearts with admiration, including the king.
And with his certainty of victory, he listened to the elaborate plan.
"Hmm."
The recap was over and my mind came back to my own bed.
An elevated emotion leaks a sigh.
"What's going on? You."
My wife, sleeping next door, wakes up and speaks to me like that.
"I'm sorry. You woke me up."
With that said, I reach out to my wife's soft, warm body.
"Hey, what's wrong, you?
Stuck, his wife raised a bewildered voice.
But my hand won't stop. Well acquainted body. I'll have them ready to accept in no time.
"This feeling of exaltation, let me calm down"
Yes, he whispers in his wife's ear and breaks in.
My wife's, I laughed bitterly at the words, 'There's still holes everywhere tonight'. But the voice of his wife, who speaks so, already has plenty of honey on it.
Then I continued to blame myself for perseverance.
"Hey, hey, you....... stop for a second"
The usual evening camp. My wife, who had imagined it, screams out loud at an attack that goes on without being pulled out.
"... please, just give me a break"
A childhood friendly wife.
I usually treat you as gentle as a treasure, but I just can't contain you tonight.
Taking the third firing into its possession, his wife just tries to escape.
"No."
Lay that body together and continue to blame it even more.
(Don't be scolded plenty tomorrow morning)
I think so. But I can't stop it.
My own lower body I worked out. My wife's body rises in space every time I poke her.
Eventually the impulse to gush made him utter one word.
"... Lightning Sword"
Hearing my whisper, my wife's eyes open in amazement.
But I can't do anything.
Immediately afterwards he receives a move activated, with both eyes pointing directly upwards and black eyes hiding with a cry that does not speak.
Gaggling and trembling body.
I hug hard and pour into the back.
And out of my mouth, a big sigh leaked.
(... overdone)
Wife letting herself wiggle beside herself.
Reflect as you gently comb that forehead.
Then the time passed for a while.
(Whoa)
Has he regained consciousness? My wife turns her back on me.
(You're pretty angry)
That back spoke eloquently.
It's my fault, but I can't think of a way to deal with it and I get confused.
(... not good)
Angry hindsight. The nod and spine stimulate the mind.
I can't stop feeling higher while I don't think I should.
I reached for her from behind.
My wife thought I was trying to apologize.
Close your eyes and turn to the side, as you refuse to apologize.
(Sorry)
Even if you don't listen, I'll apologize in my heart first.
I still want my wife.
Embrace gently and say words of apology.
I guess that's what I was thinking.
But in my powerful embrace, I finally understand the intention.
A wife who opens her mouth to look back to protest with surprise, confusion, and that expression.
I plug that mouth with my mouth and break in one motion late.
And I started making the bed, again, big.
"... umooooo"
An old woman with a fat, fat body, who was putting a cup on the wall in the next room.
The old woman leaks a groan as if.
It's the Grand Mistress.
He is putting his right hand at the center of his body and shaking his whole body violently.
Thighs, buttocks, bellies, breasts, arms, and jaws. Of the fleshy rich part, the shaking back is amazing.
The old lady was cooking herself into the spark with the sound of the next room.
By the way, my husband, the anterior dojo owner, has perceived the danger and hasn't recently put his bedding together.
"... bmoooooo"
Indoors, the voice of the Grand Mistress sounds dead.
It's like turning a feline chirp into a heavy bass.
Be careful, Lightning. The limits of the Grand Mistress are never far off.