Teito.
It dominates the western Ost continent, the capital of the Empire.
If the birds look down from above, they'll think of it as a giant sandy human de crashing into a low hill.
A stone city stretched out in disorder.
Its epoch style varied from place to place, telling the story of the length of the Empire's history.
Had the shades not been united, the landscape of the Imperial capital would have brought only a cluttered impression.
sandy stone, which was produced abundantly in the vicinity, a slight benefit it conferred.
A collection of countless towers that rise high in the heart of the Empire.
Likewise sandy, that was the palace where the emperor lived and carried out his affairs.
"The damage suffered by the Expeditionary Army is immense. Unfortunately, we had to retreat."
Heavy decorated indoor.
Less than ten people sit around a round table.
One of them, a gentleman in romance grey, was squeezing out words. Its face is dark in colour, shadowed by carelessness and disappointment.
Accommodation Town in front of Awok.
So he suffered a long-range magic attack from someone and lost the core of his power.
After suffering, the Marquis chooses to take the line away.
The Expeditionary Army had been raised entirely into imperial territory, and the commanding Marquis himself had returned to the Imperial Capital.
"That's what the Marquis says, but the loss is with the Three Horsemen. Did you waste national supplies, such as turning back to that extent?
From a seat at the round table, questions are cast with ironic tones.
The Marquis argued without even trying to hide the discomfort.
"We couldn't even identify our enemies while we lost two A-horsemen."
Stick sharply and continue with the words.
"It seems to me that Sir, who can say all that 'to this extent', possesses so much military talent. I will give you command of the remaining forces, so we will proceed immediately to the King's Capital."
Speakers who are told back and begin to change their complexion.
Seeing how it goes, the person sitting at the round table similarly utters words.
"Again, I didn't anticipate this situation. The Marquis is not wrong in his judgment. If we stayed in the land, the damage would have spread further."
A magnificent man with middle and middle meat. Drop-eyed faces can never be described as beautiful men.
This person is the emperor of the modern empire.
And sitting in the chair surrounding the round table are the subordinates who support him. Those who have served since the time of the Crown Prince.
"The attack is four degrees. So we've lost three horsemen."
Encouraged by the Emperor, the Marquis continued his explanation.
"It was all released from ultra-range range, by attack magic. The distance was too far away to even pinpoint the firing position."
Surprising voices rise from those who surround the round table.
I've heard rumors, but this was the first time I've heard the details.
"The two shots that hit the chest of a Class A knight destroyed the cockpit of the two horsemen. One hit by a Class B knight is turning the knight's upper body into a fragment."
Hisohisso and private language fly around in shocking content.
"The last one, fortunately, hit the shield. But the A-level knight with the shield is breaking his elbow with that blow."
And the Marquis, closing.
"With so much power, the knights could not continue to fight and could only hide themselves on the ground. As someone entrusted with the command of the Expeditionary Force, I apologize deeply to His Majesty."
In front of the Marquis, whose head hangs deep, the Emperor looks over the face of the round table.
He had received a prior report from the Marquis. It is only to inform others that we have been made to speak on this occasion.
"You see the seriousness? Instead of attacking, we are in danger."
The eyes behind the dripping eyes are harsh.
"From an ultra-range range that is not counter-attackable, the destructive power that crushes the Class A knight. And the aim is improbably accurate."
Look around and carry on the words.
"Only the enemy possesses it and it is not in our hands. And the means to prevent this."
A video appears on the heads of those sitting in the chair. Possessing this means of attack, he looks like the Knights of the Kingdom marching on to the Imperial City.
"... that's exactly the crisis in the country"
One squeaks blush.
"Fortunately, the product is unfinished with defects. Expected but incorrect."
To that word of the emperor, another follows.
"Otherwise, we wouldn't have lost Landburn. So that's it."
I agreed and went on.
"A boxed daughter used high-powered attack magic. Are you listening to that?
Watch everyone snort and overlap words.
"According to Uncle Rosehip's report, many kingdom knights fell and fell around his boxed daughter at that time"
Two empty seats adjacent to each other at the corner of the round table.
It's where Uncle Borderline and Uncle Rosehip are supposed to sit.
The two are in Landburn, preparing for the offensive of the kingdom in case.
"Proof of a problem. If you don't get pushed, you're hesitant to use it."
The air on the field is soft for that guess.
The Marquis, who felt it, asks to speak and waters it with a cold voice.
"But I don't think it will remain unfinished forever. Whatever you do, you have to get a countermeasure."
Once again indoors, severe silence spreads.
In the meantime, one raised his hand and asked to speak.
Wavy brunette, old beauty. She is a mature Viscount.
He had been defeated and taken prisoner in the battle against the northern countries, but he had just returned home.
"I'd like to report something."
Its complexion is blue and white and its expression is stiff.
Having committed a breakdown, she has the lowest position in this room. I was in no strange position to be surrendered and removed from this meeting.
It must be even slightly useful and in a better position to stand.
Having obtained permission from the Emperor, she rises and squirms around about the defeat.
And I spoke of the B-class knights of the kingdom, which I encountered in the northern countries.
"From an unlikely distance, I've been shooting precisely"
Three Ranged Magic Attacks have pushed a B-Class Knight on a Fellow Horseman into inaction.
Cooling time was used to gain access, but it was inhibited by continuous firing.
And that he was eventually shot down and captured.
Spit out everything in your memory and drop your ass in your seat.
"It's relevant. It would be more natural to look at it that way."
After hearing it, the Marquis puts his hands on his chin and mouths his thoughts.
After the mature Viscount was captured, news had come in from her men.
But this is the first time I've talked in detail. It would be a unique amount of information for the parties.
"The performance aspect is considerably lower than the enemies targeted by our Expeditionary Force. Is it positioned as an experimental rider?"
To the words, the mature Viscount remembers what she forgot to say and opens her mouth in haste.
"That Class B Knight is not affiliated with the Knights of the Kingdom. With the Alliance Knight of the Merchant Alliance."
Spent time pinched by two middle-aged men, captive period. She was trying to gather information.
I defeated myself, the qualities of a knight and a pilot.
It was successfully heard from two middle-aged pilots.
"Merchant Guild?
Surprising expressions appear on some, raising questions in their mouths.
Why a special cavalry affiliation is not the Knights of the Kingdom. Because I didn't think of it.
"Weren't they hiding information even in the country to develop it in secret?"
A warm-faced old man mouths his views.
Several people nodded at the words of the person who specializes in gathering information.
"It is also kept secret by the Knights of the Kingdom, a small part of whom know. And the experiment was carried out in the shadow of a sign called Merchant Guild..."
The Marquis conceives.
It's not an impossible story.
Why the boxed daughter didn't show up in action. There is that tsubaki.
(We were still in the process of repeating the demonstration test)
I wasn't supposed to be able to get into battle yet, but things don't allow me to, and the boxed daughter stands on the battlefield.
The result is a massive power magic activation at the Landburn Games.
(But even the boxed daughter, it wasn't fate)
That is the mysterious existence that struck the Expeditionary Army. Probably a knight.
It should still be in the back of the kingdom's factory and kept hands on the basis of experimental data.
(Huh!)
To that imagination, my spine got cold.
"Where we lost many knights in our earlier crusade for Heavy Lancer on heavy horseback, this invasion. Besides, simultaneous two-front operations from the north."
From the round table, another voice rises.
"I want to use all the power I can have, but I don't want the experimental horse to come into contact with people. So I sent him to the northern front. Is that the place?"
"You must be!
Looking excited, the mature Viscount screams.
That would explain why such a powerful enemy appeared.
The question I had all along on my chest dissolved and I felt blood rolling.
The emperor was turning his thoughts around while hearing the opinions to be exchanged.
His thoughts were the same as those of the Marquis.
"Listen."
The voice out of my mouth was a quiet one, but in an instant I cut off all conversations.
"An unfinished knight built in secret would have attacked the Expeditionary Army"
The face-to-face reaction of the round table was, after all, to say.
"We must get this technology before the kingdom."
In a quiet room, only the voice of the emperor echoes.
"I need time first. We'll make a truce with the kingdom. Create a draft and enter a lower meeting with the other side"
The Marquis will finally thank you. It's his specialty.
"Next is the boxed girl. One of the new technologies is undoubtedly in this. Let the blacksmith guild rush the analysis."
One speaks sharply of understanding.
"Finally, the Kingdom Forge Guild and the Merchant Guild. Wash this perimeter thoroughly."
"Yes, sir."
Deeply bowing your head, warm-faced old man.
"The Ghost Knight of the Kingdom. We're the ones who get to the secret first."
Eyes behind his dripping eyes looked down on his subjects with a strong glow.
"You can't waste the time you earned from truce. It's a real hit."
And thus another thing arose around Tauro.
Awok, which exists west of the Wang capital.
It is the core city of the region and was considered the next strategic target by the Imperial Expeditionary Army.
At a time when the morning sun was rising from the east, in the shadows of the west walls, dozens of knights stood on one knee and refrained.
"Oh, dear."
A tight-faced ponytail girl speaks to a knight on his knees.
It's almost like looking up from the top because it's close.
This is outside the walls surrounding Awok. It is within the ranks of the Knights of the Kingdom against the Imperial Expeditionary Army.
"He said he's going back to the king's capital this afternoon. I'm sorry I couldn't fight, but I survived, okay?"
Imperial Expeditionary Army to lay formation in Accommodation Town.
And it turned back a few days ago.
I don't know why. We continue our reconnaissance, but there were no Imperial soldiers left in the boarding town, and there was no way to come back.
"We need money just to be there. I've never thought about it before."
What they're talking about is her riding. Of course, no reply.
A newly assigned B-Class Knight. It seems to be a private knight of some aristocracy.
The name is Grade B, but it is essentially Grade C.
Because what originated was a class C knight personally held by the great nobility and bourgeoisie. Because it is a cavalry that uses state power to forcefully requisition it and only exterior makes it look like it.
This is what's happening because of the odd bondage of "The Knights of the Elite Kingdom, if they're not above grade B, they don't use it".
It seems that it was originally intended to make a brand, but it had become a real example of the eventual fall itself.
"Well, let's do our best today."
I don't give a shit about ponytails.
I'm glad I had my own knight, and I speak up every morning.
Ponytail looks around at the surroundings as if they were roaring. It passes between several knights in line, but no one pays attention to themselves.
Nodding, he began to climb the wooden ladder for lifting and lowering with a tight skirt.
Immediately reaching the chest, diving into the cockpit closes the hatch.
"Well."
And besides, when I loosen my skirt, I unbuttoned some of my shirts.
"Huh."
And as he stretched his right hand to his groin and left hand to the tip of his chest, he began to rub it slightly stronger.
"Nku, eh"
state in her honor, but this is in no way an act of defiling the knight. On the contrary, it was silent.
In the city of Awok there are whorehouses for both men and women.
But if it is not a vacation, you will not enter the walls, and you will not wait for the impulse to gush up from within you.
There was no such thing as a private room in the formation, and the only place I could be alone was in the cockpit.
It is still a privileged position compared to soldiers who do so in grass, rock shade, etc.
"Don't move anymore! You pervert!"
Turn to the person in your heart, and be vicious. It's part of self-play.
Odds are, by and large, decided.
During her part-time job at the whorehouse, she kept nominating herself without a day, an old man in the Thirty Ways.
Force him to play with his clothes on and keep blaming him even if this one has reached it.
The number of times you've been overflown with consciousness, honestly, countless.
"Don't move, I'm telling you!
The old man is a classmate of the Pilot's School.
The battle gesture that you just have to win, was controversial and you quit school so they could chase you.
But at some point, I get the cockpit of a civilian knight and come to the store with the money I earn.
And to bring up what happened in school, we're going to reverse the nerves of Netineti and this one and hold them.
"Huh! Pull it out! Come on, get out of here now!
A very nasty and disgusting guy.
But it's good.
"No, hey."
My fingers get more intense.
All the time, it was the 'freak' that ordered the most.
The rattler wanders in the cockpit and his hips rise out of his chair.
The top was closer and his right leg jumped wide.
And kick the knife switch on the external audio, unaware.
"Mm-hmm!
Ponytail peaked and raised his thoughtful voice.
Though the contents are of Class C, the outside is similar to Class B. With this level of voice, it doesn't leak outside.
I can carry on safely.
Continuing, it indicates that this is now the real deal.
The old man she keeps out of her way gets serious once this one reaches it.
It was a classic to continue blaming him until he couldn't move, enjoying how the ponytail was not coming back up.
Naturally, the play also follows that scenario.
"Ugh, uh-huh!
The sober air trembles in the morning and the pleasant screams continue.
It resounded in high volume into the formation, driving the young soldiers to the grass.
That afternoon.
Ponytail rides a knight and walks down the road to the King's Capital.
It's been a strange vibe since morning, but I didn't know why and I was confused.
What is it?
There's something wrong with my eyes seeing myself around me.
The old man from the Adventurer Guild opens his eyes and mouth wide when he looks at himself and makes a weird voice, 'Ahem, ahem'.
The silly side of consciousness made me very upset.
"You, what the hell..."
I was just saying, I get my sleeve pulled from behind.
Turning around, he had a best friend there, nagging and rocking his oppa to the left and right.
"Go."
"Ugh, yeah."
That's what they say, Ponytail follows with a question mark on his head.
The old men from the Adventurer Alliance said, "I'll be back," "How many times today? 'and so on, but it doesn't reach her.
By the way, the external audio switch is unknowingly undone by the hands of a hearty aunt mechanic.
(Weird)
He pointed his mouth and proceeded to the rear of the line, unable to dispel his suspicions.