the centre of the town of the Nicea Cascia country.
There is a stone two-storey building.
This hall is where the king resides and performs all his affairs. It is the right place to build and the heart of the country.
Ground floor of the hall, the deepest rooms. There, the windows facing the garden were currently blocked with boards from the outside, turning them into first-aid prisons.
"There was no room to house the nobleman."
While walking down the hallway, the minister explains.
There's a cell where criminals are held, but I'm not going to put a ransom in their clothes.
The gardener said he was in a hurry to prepare.
Minister, I, Lightning and the two old pilots are on their way to that house arrest room right now.
Moving on is an aunt who was entrusted with the Viscount's response.
(A captive nobleman, and a pilot. It seems difficult to handle)
I hear the minister thought the same thing about me.
"Let's all go," he suggested.
(Well, I'd love to see that pilot, too)
Ability to perceive that the target has been targeted.
From a sniper like me, it's a big threat.
If possible, I want to know the karaki.
"This way, sir."
My aunt turns her palm to the back door.
Through that door, the voice of a hysterical woman was echoing.
He said, "Kill something."
I look at my aunt as I frown.
According to my aunt, this has been the case ever since the Viscount regained consciousness and knew he had been defeated and captured.
"You can't do that," my aunt told me, now she made a scene with defeat rape.
Lightning puts his hand on his chin and quietly opens his mouth.
"Maybe I can't forgive myself. movement of the mind seeking death or punishment, isn't that what it is"
(... what, that deep insight?)
Lightning that would be younger.
I get a little irritated by the inferiority of hearing his utterance, the words that pervade my life experience.
I guess I was only thinking about losing and getting laid.
"First, let's see how it goes"
In the words of the minister, we look indoors instead.
It's a square hole in the door, covered with a wooden plate. It tells the story that the traces of untreated, remaining scarecrows around the opening were a hasty task.
(Hmm?)
The two old pilots who peeked earlier are exchanging words as they get somewhat naughty.
The next lightning I saw, there is no change in expression.
Lightning gave me the place, and I'll ask what's going on inside, too.
(Wow)
Unexpectedly the eyebrow roots come tight.
Inside was an elderly woman. Though the makeup is thick and slightly safer, I would say beautiful.
If Cornell saw it on the chick stand, there's no doubt about the immediate nomination.
The girlfriend is wandering indoors, throwing pillows at walls and kicking chairs.
What fits you is the pilot's uniform.
Unlike the kingdom, dark blue with white edges. Just downstairs, it's still a tight skirt, and a little mini.
That's what kicks the chair, so I can see the underwear round from time to time.
(Is this why the old pilot was nibbling)
That's where I sigh.
It's not like a sexy mature woman who feels tough is out of defense.
The reason for the sigh is that she is someone I know.
(A divine match in the Holy Capital, the opponent I fought in that WWII)
A figure sitting in an imperial side seat and provoking his legs high together floats behind his brain.
Fighting against her, she was unfortunately engraved with an elf curse.
The presence of beauties suffering the curse of elves is a great loss for the men of the people.
Multiplying all the time of the match, I focused on lifting it.
At the end of the day, it was an amber fountain.
Everything was impossible because of the time limit, but the major part was successful.
But the Astral Sword, the star phantom knife used to sharpen the curse, and the detoxification that prevented it from bursting, these two side effects greatly served the audience.
(I don't have a good impression)
A serious act as an adult woman. It was presented at the World Games.
On the contrary to a good impression, it is very likely that they are resentful.
Before she could see this one, she gently closed the lid and moved from the front of the door.
At the next moment, something is thrown at the door. It would be a pillow from the sound.
"The Immortal Admiral of the Mountain! You're here at last, show yourself!
She screams out loud.
The husky voice is fresh and pleasant to the ears.
We don't know what we're talking about, we look at each other.
"It's no use hiding it! I know my gaze! It feels like you were after me from the mountains!
(... gaze, you know?
Class B knight she was riding.
The moment I captured the image and shot it with the aimer Iron Site, I flinched myself.
(Its amazing perceptive abilities. that the secret is gaze)
I head to the door to try, slightly open the lid, and send my gaze.
The secret you wanted to know, you might find that out.
The thought had become a strong interest and had made his gaze intense and hot, without needing to be intended.
Much stronger than when I sniped at the old lady Old Lady from the top of the hill. Literally, so much so that a hole may be drilled.
(How about this?)
Beyond the door, the mature Viscount had her left hand on her lower abdomen.
She suddenly pressed her abdomen with both hands and collapsed when she got my hot knuckles.
"Gosh, I knew it was you"
When I do, I sit back with a glossy voice. Between thighs, behind tight skirts. The underwear dazzles with a slight peek there.
I got confirmation. I'm gonna get out of the door.
(The ability to sense gaze, or it's a pain in the ass. If there is anything else, something needs to be done)
I dive into the sea of my thoughts as I bump and squeal.
In the meantime, on my back side, a voice flies that says' whoa '.
When I interrupted my thoughts and looked back, the old pilots gave me a favorable look and looked at the room with cancer.
Hi. They invited me to the voice of the mature Viscount and peeked in again.
In a small opening, the two heads are pressed together.
"Come on, do it! It would be the right of the winner. Or are all the men here losers who can't even do that?
The mature Viscount screams.
Then again, somehow, I take words that insult the man.
Two old pilots who heard that stuffed up with ministers.
"Don't let me tell you that!
"Yes, hang in the name of the vanquished men of our northern countries!
I'm saying something nice, but I'm not serious.
Pampered before their pants. I was totally motivated by the colour of the mature Viscount.
It would be all the more so if the right to defeat rape were to be recognized.
The minister saw this one asking for help.
(How's Lightning?)
Look to the side with chirali.
I don't seem very interested.
I myself do not whisper to defeat rape because of the admonition 'I do not comfort myself'.
But he is the one who disgraced him in the divine game.
(Let the old pilots handle it)
With my snort, the minister turns to the old pilots.
"Okay. Then come in."
Take that word, the old men go into a brave, house arrest room.
That said, bravery, under the door, a big square hole like eating in and out. It is a form of diving in with it.
"One at a time."
The minister, worried about not being helpless, calls out inside.
A reply of understanding for both of us came back immediately.
"Shall we wait for this to end?"
The minister takes a breather and sits back on a bench placed in the hallway.
Me and Lightning were also prompted to sit down and sit down side by side.
"Here we go."
I speak to the minister, looking through the bench at the front door.
Quickly from beyond the door, the voices of men and women echo.
The voice of a man who says' whoa ',' is this it? 'And the woman who incites.
The aunt, standing by the door, is erasing her expression as hard as she can.
"Lord Lightning doesn't seem very interested."
I told the lightning that I didn't seem comfortable with.
"Thank you for forcing a defeated opponent to commit defeat rape."
Lightning clouding words.
It is indeed a value like his.
"By the way, I'd like to ask you a favor."
Lightning looks me in the eye.
While wondering what it was, I urged ahead.
"I'd love for you to call me Lightning"
My lord, there is resistance to that part.
We were able to fight together and get to know each other. I'm happy to be able to pack a distance with him, even this one.
"Okay. Now, this is fine with Tauro."
Answer with a smile on your face.
"No, Lord Tauro is Lord Tauro!
But they said it out in a strong tone.
But I'm not going to pull either. I'm the only one who can get rid of him.
Let me give you an example.
"Lightning......"
"... Lord Tauro"
Whatever you think is not pleasant.
I was desperate to stick to each other and managed to fold them together.
with Cornell. I'm not uncomfortable with this.
(Hmm?)
Just taking a breath, I realize.
My aunt was upset in front of me. Her face is red and she is gripping the apron with both hands.
(Oh, this voice)
Continuing earlier, the voices of men and women. That seems to be causing the irritation.
(I'm just free to wait, let me have some fun)
I've come up with something, and I ask my aunt for a job.
"Excuse me, could you check inside and tell me"
My aunt looks like...
"My Lord Minister was also worried that an excessive act would not be carried out. We need eyes other than those of the party, a woman's perspective if we can."
The aunt opens her eyes wide and looks alternately at the Minister and Lightning.
It feels like I am.
"Please"
So one more push.
It's not funny how the explainer is ministering or lightning. It's okay because I'm an aunt.
The minister seems to have believed my lies. I look at my aunt and nod.
Now my aunt, she had to.
So I'll add more specifications.
"Tell us as much detail as you can and continue."
Make a face for the instruction. Shame on you. The woman is really adorable.
And then the aunt's reality began.
"Uh, I'm pushing you down to bed, poking you from the front"
"How about women's clothes? I don't think you've broken it."
When handing over prisoners, it's not okay with worn clothes.
"It's okay. They're still calling for clothes."
"With it on? What's going on with your underwear?
Feel doubtful and skip the question.
"Keep your underwear on your ankles."
Nod at the answer. The old pilots, they seem to know quite well.
The female pilot's uniform must be thoughtful.
I ask my aunt to explain more and more.
My aunt tried so hard to respond.
"- If you're a prisoner, it doesn't seem to work very well.
Oh, I popped it, and I got a horseback ride from myself.
I'm on top, and I'm being moved hips hard.
Awesome, great speed. Plus, back, left, right, swing it big.
Now he slaps you in the butt with one hand, eh?
'This one's empty, call me,' you say. What do you mean by that?
In response to the words, the other pilot was more involved.
Oh, my God!
"Speak specifically."
To my harsh voice, my aunt rebuilds.
"From behind, from behind.
Damn, to the unusual, you're in.
If you're a prisoner, you're completely stuck with two men.
Oh, my God, what are you talking about?
Is it okay if you do something like that? "
Auntie seems to have gradually come on board.
Hit the door opening and talk hot about the situation.
Rich buttocks swayed heavily left and right, as did the minister's head, left and right to go with it.
Lightning looks at such a minister with an indescribable look.
"- The body of the man below, trembled tremendously. Looks like you gave it to me.
If you're a prisoner, you look very dissatisfied.
Oh, you seem angry.
Though pierced from behind, he's trying to kick it with his leg.
Ah, wasn't that a good move? Now the man behind me, too, shook himself with groans.
The prisoner is angry, no, he's furious.
Cursing the pilots, they let go of the spinning kick...... Ah "
A kicked pilot must have crashed into the door.
It sounds like a dong, and the door trembles.
(No, her beans were still walnuts)
I remember the divine game.
The elf curse was lifted. But I didn't have time, so I couldn't get around to it.
Super long stroke, by Elf's long stuff. The beans that kept being forged up by it have gotten a tough defensive skin membrane like a walnut shell.
(Enjoy that one)
Old pilots, that's definitely what made you unhappy with your opponents.
The business of men and women must not be unilateral.
You and your opponent should feel better together and share the joy.
That thought is also why I hate what the Elves do.
We have to save her.
Free the elf from its crease. That would be my job, too.
Quietly rise from the bench.
And I spoke to Lightning and the minister.
"Hey, I'm gonna heal her heart."
It's hard to explain, so I'll tell you why appropriately.
In the words, the colour of understanding appeared in Lightning's eyes, but a surprising colour appeared in the minister.
I'm just not sure what Lightning understood, either.
(Well, fine)
I decided not to care and crawled on all fours into the room through the hole under the door.