An empire invades the Niceacasian nation, not long ago.
A room in a fort in a town in the northeast of the Empire.
So the lord of the land, the mature Viscount, had received reports that Uncle Borderline had moved.
"I can't do this. Let's go this way."
Saying that in a husky voice, he grips a report written on a piece of paper and slaps his desk up.
Clothes are already the pilot's uniform.
Unlike the kingdom, which is an olive drab, it has a white edge based on dark blue.
But it's the same with the Empire that's a tight skirt down there. And you like it, it's somewhat short.
Each part of the ripe body shakes fanatically loose, and the stripped thighs shine.
"Ha."
My men follow it with their eyes only for a moment, but soon they get back on their feet.
(You lose, you can't stay)
The mature Viscount distorts the dark face of the makeup and turns to the sound of her boots high to her own knight.
My men followed the scent of perfume with their noses, followed by the back.
"Out!"
Hangar outside the fort.
A mature Viscount raises her voice in an external voice.
Three horsemen Class C knights leading the mature Viscount B knights, followed by the back.
And next to it, her heavy minister, the Class B knight of the Old Skinny Ride, and the Class C knight of the Three Rides, which follows behind as well.
A total of eight knights advanced towards the Niceacasian nation.
Take the unpaved path between the suburban fields and cross the river without bridges.
And he passed through a wilderness without paths, and entered the thorny forests of Niceacasia.
(If we get this far, it should already be perceived)
Mature Viscount thinks.
Enemy power goes to the Class C Knight Triple Horsemen of the Northern Nations, a Class B Knight Ride that is support from the Kingdom.
Double in number. Bring it into melee and the victory is stiff.
If there is the only element of anxiety, a long-range attack by magic.
Defensive flying gear is a pain in the ass.
(If you have one, it's a B)
Few Class C knights carry out long-range magic attacks.
Mithrilled silver shell wrapping the cockpit. Because of its poor quality, it has low magic absorption efficiency.
Don't consider a magic attack from the beginning, it's manufactured.
That's why the magic conduction from the shell to the hand with the weapon, that's low.
(Well, it's not a big threat.)
I laugh at distorted ends of my mouth.
Enemy B-Class Knight is one horse. Ranged magic attacks would be one to two, many and three.
Bear it and pack the distance, then the White Soldier War. Numbers say things.
"Look! Magic attacks are prevented by our shields. You guys go ahead anyway!
I can follow the instructions of the mature Viscount and have a beautiful line behind her B-class knight.
The frontal projection area is minimal, but mostly shielded.
"Run!"
From previous walks, increase to about speed between early walks and small runs.
It is a speed that can be described as a stone, conceived from consuming magic and speed.
(You're almost there, so you can have arms)
For a long time in battle, my chest pounds.
The moment I thought about it that way, the shield of a Class B knight proceeding to his right lit up and a shock sounded.
(Magic attack?
Check the perimeter while taking immediate evasive action.
Where are you?
I can't grasp the enemy's position.
But by keeping an eye on the direction in which the attack flew in, we got one possibility.
(No way, from there ah?
Straight ahead, on the far other hill. A knight who looks asleep can hardly be seen.
There are no other rides.
Seems pretty sure from the direction. But it's too far away.
(Is it coming from over there? Plus, hit with one shot?
If it's true, it's incredibly high sniping power.
A warrior runs on his spine.
This B-Class Knight also has a weapon for magic attacks. But I'm not even willing to fight back.
Because it's a distance that's not supposed to reach or hit.
(Range too long. Suspicious.)
But it's true that I got some kind of magic attack from somewhere.
The mature Viscount ordered his men, and the knights changed from early walking to full sickness.
(Hmm. Sounds like a magic attack is over if you crush the distance)
At the next moment, an old skinny B-class knight advancing next door, an arrow of light pokes at his knee.
The B-Class Knight happened to fall because he received it while he was running.
(It's really over there!
The blow now is definitely fired from the hills.
"Stand fast!
scolding the bureaucratic horseman.
I tongued about the bad luck of old lean, hitting anywhere but the shield.
But the next moment.
(Shh!
Once again, the hilltop knight shimmers, and the attack magic hits the knee of the old skinny B-class knight.
And the same place as earlier, left knee.
Run your own knight instantly. Not straight ahead, whilst snaking left and right at high speeds.
Her subordinate C-level knights also become her and begin the serpentine.
But I don't follow. In class B knights and C knights, there is a huge difference in speed that can be put out.
For this reason, I am worried about spreading it and not narrowing it down.
(What a range length. And that hit accuracy)
It's a formidable enemy.
"... I don't hate being too long. I'd rather love to. Come on."
That's what the mature Viscount says and licks her bright red lips with her tongue and excites herself.
(That's nasty. We have to crush it first at all costs)
Turn the hover around. Snake left and right, while increasing speed and approaching. Of course, the shield remains on the front.
A magical attack with low ammo count and long shooting intervals. Pack the distance at once by the next launch. That's what I was thinking.
"Ugh!"
I feel my gaze converge on me and instantly make the knight kick the ground.
Immediately after a single ride directly next to it, an arrow of light (a magic missile) landed on where he had been.
(Here it is, thanks for the help)
The mature Viscount has her own lower abdomen.
This is her special ability. It's the power to sense a man's gaze.
The gaze you can point at when you walk through the city, even pick it up. If you look at it like you're going to shoot it out, no matter how far away you are, you could definitely sense it.
"Huh!
So soon after it's over, her sensors react again. Stop forward and jump behind you, sticking your shield forward.
An arrow of light (magic missile) stands in front of you, choosing the ground and flying dirt and sand.
"... you've been watching very enthusiastically. Aye. My uterus" sensors "will hurt if I get that strong of a gaze."
Say so and add one hand to the uterus (sensor) again.
And as I turned to Zigzak, I tried to move forward.
"Shit!"
Tongue unconsciously.
Caused by arrows of light emitted one after the other (magic missiles).
It's completely unexpected that a single knight would release so many bullets in a row.
Thanks to the uterus Sensor, it is the bomb that is spared, but it cannot pack the distance at all.
"Surprised. Oh. That's a hell of a lot."
Reddening the cheeks as you mouth, blushing your face.
For a reason. The mature Viscount's womb, Sensor, continues to react and remains cramped like an unstoppable snuggle.
(So much aggression. If the Class C knights were to be targeted, there wouldn't be a single pile of them.)
The mere existence of this one horse can be a retreat factor.
But the mature Viscount didn't want to give up. The strength of your natural chi pushes your back.
Immediately calculated my strength.
(Except for the stunning Admiral on the mountain, where the Class C knight rides three)
Look back and see your own army.
There's a class B knight who was struck out of his leg and greatly reduced his mobility. There was a Class C Knight Six horseman running this way at the maximum speed he could get out.
You can go.
I laugh niggly.
If you attract the adulterer of your mountain, a C-level knight who doubles in number decides to compete.
And magic attacks are finite. Already, it should not be strange whenever red balls appear.
The mature Viscount nods.
"Don't take your eyes off me!
Screaming, letting a class B knight ride in.
I put all my efforts into attracting magic attacks while showing them how to break through.
In a series of instantaneous hover manoeuvres, it moves the shade of the forest trees and does not narrow the target.
An arrow of light (magic missile) hits the thick trunk of the great tree and snaps. Immediately the next bullet flies in, this time poking at the ground and wearing a small crater.
The mature Viscount leans on the uterus Sensor while concentrating the attack on herself.
(Still here?
I thought the magic would run out soon, but the attack would continue.
The mature Viscount is a side effect of the use of the uterus Sensor and is surprised by sweat and other things up to her underwear. My knees are already trembling.
"I hope it's stunning. Come on, if you're too persistent, do women hate you?
With a ball of sweat on her forehead, the mature Viscount exhaled roughly and hot.
Then, for a while, the two offenses continue at a distance.
Her stuff came off completely. Instead of producing red balls, the magic attack became more intense.
(You're crazy! Like this)
The mature Viscount weighed the status quo on her own measure.
One or two shots are normal, such as long-range magic attacks. Three shots will impress you, five shots will frighten you.
Even though that is the market, this number of times is clearly unusual.
(Even the puberty kid, it's not like this)
The mature Viscount remembers the soldiers of the fort.
In the shadows, they say Baba's punches rot their eyes.
But once a situation arises that is likely to be seen, he sends a glimpse to eat, as he forgot his words and so on.
When I get back to my quarters, I'm leaving you alone.
A mean laugh comes to my mouth.
Because we know that, at morning salute, we deliberately put our feet together in front of the soldiers. And enjoy the heat of sight like a wild dog in your uterus, Sensor.
(You can't do this because they bundled up)
Even if you pull all the garbage cans in the dorm, it's more this way.
Absolutely, it wasn't the amount of attack a single human could carry out.
Damn, this one's already at its limit.
A knight who is a golem.
The magic that moves it is far less than the activation of ranged attack magic.
I use wind magic on hover travel from time to time, but I didn't imagine that my magic would run out first.
(And here's the limit)
Use your left hand.
Whenever the aim is aligned, the uterus "sensor" contracts and the geyser sprays up vigorously.
I can't cut my hips off or even step on them anymore.
(What?)
So I noticed the movement behind me.
The knights of my men retreat.
(Retreat? Did you lose?)
There must have been twice as many enemies.
Incredible, unbelievable thoughts and the idea of whether I should retreat too fill my head and move very slightly dull.
(Shit)
They are not missed as a matter of course, and an arrow of light (magic missile) strikes.
Flew backwards reflexively.
(Damn)
I realize it's gotten cluttered.
(Do I have to leave?)
Bite your lips into remorse, and get in position to fly further back.
But on the verge of landing, I noticed an arrow of light (magic missile) approaching my eyes.
(Where I landed, you were reading!
The uterus "sensor" is useless against predictive shooting.
I tried to blow the hover a little, but it was too late. It is impossible to avoid.
At the next moment, in the center of her knight's belly, an arrow of light (magic missile) clashed there.
"Uh-oh!
The impact rocks the cockpit violently.
But, B-Class Knight, this blow will never be a great deal of damage.
Continuity of battle is fully possible.
"Come on, Kaha."
But the mature Viscount has her nails on the sheet in the shape of a ghost.
If you relax a little, you lose consciousness. That's what it looks like.
(Damn, this noise. The uterus "sensor" seems to boil up)
To counter the sniping, she was using her uterus Sensor in full open form.
An arrow of light (magic missile) that struck directly there.
It generates a shockwave of magic around her, and the shockwave strikes her as a fierce noise of magic.
I tried to let go of my left hand instantly, but this one didn't make it either.
The sensors of the uterus, which were operating with the highest sensitivity, picked them all up and ran around so irritated that they burned out nerve circuits throughout the body.
"Ugh!
Finally, the mature Viscount, who crosses the limits, leads her body to lean back heavily and wave her body hard.
And the great fountain of amber occurred in the cockpit, and the white eye was turned away and he lost consciousness.