Red dyed eastern ridge.
The sun hasn't shown up yet. He continues to kiss the horizon with remnants.
At such an early time, the knights of the kingdom began to advance.
Create a beautiful horizontal formation and proceed regularly to the plain.
The soil curled up in the steps of an eighteen-meter giant flows north in the wind.
Naturally, the situation was also seen from the Imperial position, which the Imperial Knights moved to intercept.
(more honest than I thought)
Uncle Rosehip thinks he's getting into the knight.
God of War hands are whimsical.
Places and times where enemies and allies don't want to be together, and that often begins.
To parable, a narrow mountain path sandwiched by mountains and cliffs, like golem carriages are different from each other.
By being aware of each other and regulating speed, we go to the narrowest places.
(but not this time)
of the Knight of the Kingdom, a neat advance by all means.
This led to a decision to clash from the front in the center of the plain.
"Where I want to be."
Uncle Rosehip's Class A knight rises.
The surrounding Rose Knights, the Knights of the Border Knights, also stood up and stepped on the ground.
The ground is shaken by its weight, spreading vibrations like ripples that echo in the belly.
"Go on. Yes!
Uncle Rosehip's loud voice.
It resonates with external audio.
The Knights of the Empire, too, lined up in squares and started moving forward.
Here and now, a battle called the Landburn Games began.
(Better win, get that city)
The rear of the Knights of the Kingdom, the walls of Landburn, illuminated by the morning sun and stretching out its shadows for a long time.
Uncle Rosehip thinks as he looks at it.
If a settlement is reached in a field battle by a knight, Cage Castle battle is not the first.
Because the walls equipped by the local cities are about ten meters tall and cannot be countered by knights of eighteen meters in length.
That wall is for Warcraft only.
As a result, most of the cities on the defeated side honestly opened castles.
(It may be easy to understand)
A foolish act of wasting all your time and human lives, such as the seizure of a fort by soldiers.
For Uncle Rosehip, who has lived in a battle streak at the Knight, I just think so.
The pilot is the only one who has to die.
Fight, glow in glory if you are strong, and lose everything if you are weak.
He regarded the pilot's way of life that way and even loved its simplicity.
(We'll settle this. kingdom pilots.)
A mind that cowers and a heart that trembles at the expectations of battle.
With two partners in his chest who have accompanied him for many years, Uncle Rosehip's Class A knight advances through the earth.
(about time)
It is approaching a distance suitable for long-range magic attacks.
Instructions are given at a time not too early, not too attractive and gained by experience.
"Let go. Yes!
Fire Arrows (Fire Arrows), Thunder Arrows (Thunderarrows), Light Arrows (Magic Missiles), or Fireballs (Fireballs) or Thunderbolts (Thunderbolts).
Attributes, ranges, powers, and all sorts of magic are unleashed, flying into enemy formation.
As shown, the kingdom side also begins to strike long-range magic attacks.
A knight lined up in the front row with a huge kite shield takes a magical attack and his shield sprinkles with sparks.
I can't keep my eyes open because of the glare, and my ears are crushed by the shock wave of the landing.
(Coming, coming)
Waiting for a moment while keeping the surrounding situation in sight.
It is a moment for the Commander to fulfill his responsibility and savor the flavor of the Battlefield Commander.
Uncle Rosehip breathes shallow and fast. The heart sounds like an early bell.
If you've measured your heart rate now, you're definitely over two hundred.
(Almost there, a little more)
Knights pack their distance on foot while unleashing long-range magic attacks.
The power of the Magic Attack increases as you approach.
A knight in the front row gets blown up and slaps the ground off his back. Fireballs (fireballs) also exploded backwards as they slid between them, spreading the flame widely around them.
In an environment where living humans can live and move, never. The battlefield belonged precisely to the knight.
(Have you begun to be eaten by fear)
Uncle Rosehip feels the knights' pace slowly quickening.
Probably unconscious. Even pilots riding must be unaware if they don't point it out.
If left unattended, it would not withstand the fear of a magical attack and move into disorderly assault.
(Then we lose)
But if you give directions a few steps before the mind comes off, it turns into a controlled assault.
And its power is awesome.
Uncle Rosehip was weighing the moment.
(Now)
The unexplainable sensation surrounds me and my whole body grows gross.
"Assault!"
Uncle Rosehip's Class A knight waves his arm and gives instructions.
"Assault! Assault!
Keep screaming, Uncle Rose Hip.
The knights of the Empire, they run with all their might.
And at about the same time, the knights of the kingdom also began their assault.
Look at that and raise a few exclamations.
(Is the kingdom commander on the same level as himself)
I have confidence in my command. Some achievements and high ratings from around.
The enemy commander is definitely in the same spot as himself.
(I'm a real fan)
Face to face with a good enemy who is still invisible. And while I was heartened by it, Uncle Rosehip himself started the assault.
The stage moves heavily from the battlefield of the Landburn Games to the Wang Capital.
The streets of the bright King's Capital.
Off the pleasure street, Tauro was walking near the square.
Just after returning the book and coming out of the rental shop.
(Is it an invention by the devil to say skirt)
Looking at the fashion of a woman going to the city, I have that idea.
Because a skirt is something that stirs up the shooting minds of men and continues to test reason.
(Chuckles)
Exactly now, the skirt hem of the woman going to the square flickers into the wind.
Unfortunately, the air volume was low and it was not possible to see the contents.
(This is sin)
If the wind blows, it might turn.
Depending on your movements, you may be able to worship with some kind of clap.
I keep presenting such 'happiness possibilities'.
(If I even met my lucky pants, I would keep my mind very calm for a day that day)
I think so.
Thus, even if it is unlikely, part of the consciousness is always following the skirt. Because if you miss it, you can't forgive yourself.
As a man, that won't do it.
But objectively, I think it might be a form of gambling addiction.
(And a sweet trap that says you can see it if you take a risk, even if you're not lucky)
Horrible.
Like shorts, if you can't see how, you can give up. But the skirt is up to me.
Naturally, even if you peek in with cancer, you can see it.
But if you do that, it's a crime. I could lose everything in my life, except when I was a kid.
"Screw you, not cancer. You can have a smartphone, it's a video."
But while understanding, the voice of the devil does not stop whispering, and reason continues to be tested.
(Sweet temptation and ruin of self. what do you call the skirt that brings this without calling it the devil's invention)
Compare it to the others and you'll see.
Shorts are more exposed than miniskirts.
But which of you will blind me? I would definitely be a mini skirt.
Even if the exposure is large, those shorts are capped. Whatever happens, you can't look inside.
But miniskirts are different.
Just put your legs together a little bit, and the possibilities sprang up.
(Exactly demonic)
I shake my head left and right and sigh.
Because I remember my minisca bike in my last life.
I can't see this again while making you feel possible by the time it's dangerous.
Hard to believe, but they're less likely than halfway through a long skirt.
The area of fabric that receives wind, it is difficult to rise because it is low. The researchers have been analyzed as such.
(But even if the numbers are low, I'm not convinced of the sensitivity)
Dazzling thighs up and down cheerfully and pedal. And wrapping it up is a short skirt.
Instinct rocks my mind, 'You'll see it almost there'.
But I'm a sociopath, too. You can't let your gaze fly openly.
The grid crushes you, and your heart screams.
(Devil!
Unconsciously, the fist is powerful.
That's when a woman crossed over to me. Naturally, I follow my lower back with my eyes.
(Tiered skirt mini, and knee-high)
Jargon lines up in the chest.
(What destructive power)
The absolute areas highlighted and the possibilities given by the skirt.
Unexpectedly roaring. At that moment, a glimmer of wind blows.
(I see it)
She presses her ass with her hands in embarrassment and runs her eyes around her.
I lost my gaze, as in manners.
(... the skirt is still the devil!
Eat up your teeth and groan.
I've just been reminded of the true horror of the devil lurking in my skirt.
Usually, people get satisfaction if they can hope for it.
But the devil in the skirt will not allow such a thing.
Stimulate even higher desires at the price of seeing contraindications.
You have to go to the end, never give satisfaction.
(Come on, skirt demon. I'm going to fight you)
Punchy now, definitely a challenging letter from the devil.
Having received it, I am determined to go to war.
(What matters is where you fight. In the battle against the devil in the skirt, this choice almost determines victory and defeat)
Trains, buses, or under stairs if you say so in your previous life. That's the Skirt Devil's Homeground. There is no first chance that we can fight and win.
Everything is a direct flight to the police, its starting station.
(Whorehouse)
I laugh niggly.
Whorehouse is my home ground. If you charge, you get as much hometown dissension as you want.
As long as you're a guest, you can't take care of the guards.
(Wait, you skirt demon)
With my certainty of victory in my heart, I turn to the pleasure zone.
(I'll fight for you in Sione)
Sione is one of the three houses of the whorehouse in the Wang capital.
The young sideline is a lovely place to be attracted.
But I haven't been to Sione in a while.
Because a shopkeeper who worried about the future of a young worker banned me from going in and out.
(about sending Teaching Light Patrol Sensei to Heaven, which definitely has something to do with it)
Since that incident, Jaanne, a teacher who teaches light patrols, was originally denied entry from the remaining three houses, Casabel and Sione.
But for God's sake, the ban on Sione's entry and exit was lifted.
I just got a report from my subordinate the other day.
I remember that time.
"The chief has been allowed to enter the store"
Visited my home, twenties-headed beauty.
The crisp style of the place to get out and tight is appealing with a cold look.
It is Mr. Cool's first food (unicorn) act as a Phantom in the Dying Regiment.
She's my eyes and ears, and day and night, she's exploring information about the Wangdu Hanayu Realm.
"Why?"
Pleasant information to jump up, but I have no idea.
I dare you to remain calm and joyful.
"The shopkeepers in Sione are from the northern countries. Hearing about the activity of this leader, he seems to have broken the ban on entry and exit."
When asked the name of the country, it is not a Niceacasian country. But it sounds familiar. It is true that the sender of the box doll Boxdoll was a country with that name.
On the occasion of the Argument Awards, I said I didn't need anything, but this kind of thing is most welcome.
This alone is worth going to the northern countries for support.
"That's a lot of great information. Thank you."
The look on Mr. Cool's face doesn't change my words that snort at Eagle Deep.
"Chief, you can expect a reward."
A sharp glance shoots me through.
The reward, of course, is the first.
But it's not that easy to give. Because I am not acquainted.
"I had not received any information that the new Knights Commander was a golden gastronomer, Gourmet of Gold. Wouldn't this be a handful?
So cowardly, blame them for their falling.
"... such reports, your mouth gets dirty"
Mr. Cool, it doesn't work at all.
I'm literally staring at something that's dirty and not me.
Perhaps in my mind, even the footage of the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold comes to mind.
(No way, Mr. Cool and the golden gastronomer Gourmet of Gold, has something happened in the past)
Such doubts arise.
But you can never ask. Too scared. My wild thoughts are ringing the alarm.
"Okay. Let's think about it."
This is how I carried my homework in exchange for valuable information.
"By the way, chief, was anyone in front of me?
Mr. Cool changes the story.
But I don't know what she means.
Because I'm the only one in this room all the time.
Until earlier Imoske and Dangolo were on a bath towel laid on the floor. But I perceived the signs of the visitors and evacuated to the garden forest.
"There's nobody here."
"... Really?"
Mr. Cool then stands up and heads to the front door.
But he looked back along the way and posed for the dying regiment.
"Yikes!"
It is the greeting of the Dying Regiment.
Meaning, good morning, hello, goodbye, sorry to bother you, anything.
Drop your hips, lift your fingers back to the groin V and look like you're opening them. My left hand is on the back of my head.
I can no longer be ashamed or illuminated by her. I am becoming the Phantom of the Death Regiment from the heart.
"Yikes!"
I'll give it back, too.
The point is to stare at the distance with your nosy eyes.
Mr. Cool stopped posing and, graciously, quit quietly.
(Are we there?)
By the end of the retrospective, you will arrive in Sione, just built in the pleasure district.
This overdecorated building is made of cherry stone.
But it's not nasty, it has a luxurious feel.
(Let's go)
It's been a long time, Sione.
A boy standing at the entrance looks at me and nods and opens the door.
(Mr. Cool's information was correct)
The door never opened after the ban was granted.
I step into the store quietly.
While holding back my mind trying to dance out.