Outside Wangdu Pleasure Street. In a narrow street a few miles from the boulevard, there is an amphibious junior whorehouse.
The name of the store is' Uniform store. I'll have all my uniforms. Come on, you too, now, uniform, conquer! '.
Now in one of the playrooms upstairs there was a set of men and women sitting on the couch opposite each other.
"Do you have any idea what makes you vulnerable to the dark?
It is Cornell, who is in a high position in the Knights of the Kingdom, and Black Tights, who dreams of joining the Knights and attends the Pilot's School.
Cornell, who spared her strength, called out to help overcome her weaknesses.
"... a long time ago, a bandit broke into my house."
Cornell listens in silence to what is said.
According to Black Tights, my parents were out that night and it was just my older sister and two.
"I noticed my sister jumped into the room and pushed me into the closet"
Shortly afterwards, my sister was raped by a bandit who came after me.
Class A ride of the Knights of the Kingdom with their eyes closed and arms put together and no words uttered. When you see how it goes, Black Tights continues.
"There was only one bandit. Now I think my sister was looking for more than hardware."
A bandit who rolls his sister tied to the floor with a rope and rocks over and over with a cover. At first, she was watching from the gap, Black Tights, but she couldn't watch along the way.
They closed their eyes in the darkness of the closet, held their ears, and continued to endure.
"Before morning came, the bandits were gone"
Says he clapped his change home after slamming his desires to the limit of his health. Cornell, who felt the worst had been avoided, opens his eyes and asks.
"What about your sister?
"There were abrasions, but no serious injuries"
She said that she was married now and was raising children.
Cornell listens overlapping, even as he exhales a breath of relief.
"I don't think so, but your husband's not that bandit, is he?
Black tights shaking her head left and right wide, though her face. Apparently, what 'Ray Prab' is, it didn't happen.
"Experience then. Is it heartbreaking to keep hearing my sister scream in the closet?"
Black tights answering the following Cornell words with her spine stretched out. When I'm attacked in the blind of nothing, I say the scene from that night floats in my brain.
After a lot of silence, Cornell looks firmly into Black Tights' eyes and asks in a strong tone.
"You won't be released unless you stand up to the bandits in your memory and beat them. Do you have the courage to fight?
With a serious look, you snort tight black tights.
With a grin on the edge of her mouth, Cornell rises off the couch and tells her.
"Follow me. Down to the lobby once."
Even if you don't know your intentions, your opponent is a senior official of the Knights of the Kingdom. I didn't ask one question, and Black Tights followed me.
"No problem. Just take a break."
The two arrive in the lobby with wooden staircases dusted.
Even as the old concierge with a surprised expression approached, he retreated when he heard Cornell's words.
The young man who looked back urges Black Tights to look at the chicks.
"What do you say? Does anyone look like my sister?"
After a little thought, I nod and whisper the number, Black Tights. When you check the number tag on your chest, it's a drooping, tender-looking woman.
He's wearing a uniform like a clerk who works at a big store, "Oh, man."
Invite the old concierge, Cornell asks.
"I want to add one. Do you mind?
I pay the old man who snorts and goes back to the room with three men for two women.
Cornell explained the situation to her drooling sister and decided to ask her to play the role of Black Tights' sister.
"From now on I will be a bandit and I will attack your sister. You look at the desk, you pop out the closet, you take down the bandits."
Put the time back in pseudo and let Black Tights save my sister. If you can break yourself as a bandit, will your heart wound heal a little too?
That was Cornell's idea.
"Okay! Thank you for your concern!
Black tights to heel and salute Piscilli. Cornell grins slightly, pointing at the closet with his jaw.
When I made sure I went inside, I basically jumped at my drooping eye sister.
"Be quiet!
A musculoskeletal young pilot who waves his hands up loud, as if playing binta.
Of course, I don't actually slap him or anything. Thereafter they only meet their own hands and make loud noises.
Paan! Paan! and the drooping eyes sister whose voice gradually weakens and grows up as the clapping continues.
It's more acting than I expected. Maybe he has experience.
At some point, tie your wrist with a room-furnished towel. After that, he took off his underwear and tapped his desire in the image of defeated rape.
"Let's have fun."
Much more muscular cornell than the average man. The treatment would be dynamic and the wildness would be beyond banditry.
The difference is that Cornell is a whorehouse guest.
Sister Droopy begins to whisper earnestly about the abusive play within guaranteed safety.
"Let go of your sister!
Open the closet door, black tights popping out of the inside. Keep it like a bullet, hit Cornell from behind.
The shock crushes her deeper than the limit, as she was pushing her sister down and stabbing her through the front.
"Huh."
A sister who gives a strange voice and hangs half white eyes. It was my sister's further pursuit that drew that heart back to earth.
"Get away from me! This whoops!"
Black tights punching a bandit's broad, successful back with their fists. Cornell combines deeply with her sister, so every dozen dozen of them make her suffer.
Ironically, this stimulus barely connected her consciousness.
(Not good. Bandits win like this)
Urgent to unfold unexpectedly, Cornell looks back in haste. And in a villainous tone, he tells Black Tights off.
"If you're hiding, give me what you missed. Fine, I'll start with you."
It's a complete add-on from here on out.
"I would, forgive my sister!
"It's okay, sister. Leave it to me!
Cornell accepts the black tights who jumped in, admiring Norinoli's fake sisters.
And as it was, I fell behind my back from myself.
"Eh!
Break your own black tights, black tights riding on top with your pilot's tight skirt.
This is a whorehouse. Then there is only one technique to fight. On a thick muscular body, a luxurious girl with thin breasts and buttocks begins to move her body diligently.
"Come on, this is..."
Cornell groaning with a bitter look, but not inside. The blame for the lightweight black tights didn't really work.
(Good posture to use Special Attacks, but you're done doing that)
Its name is Skewered Whirlwind. It's a powerful move that spins the body of a woman on top many times.
If you go out of touch and activate it, this luxurious girl will scream and lose consciousness.
Patience! Patience!
I desperately suppress my body from wanting to move, but still my sister was closer to the goal.
"Ugh, here it is"
He is crushing in repentance and tears in his eyes. From how it looks, I guess it's on the verge of explosion.
(weaker than I thought)
Or has my strength risen?
In any case, the operation breaks down as it is. When I clouded my expression as to what was wrong, the help boat came out of this unexpected place again.
"You can't try to fight alone! Rely on your sister."
Sister who pulled back her sister, who was in critical condition, and instead included a vicious weapon in her mouth. The wrist is tied with a towel, so it's in no-hand condition.
(This won't beat them)
Dripping eyes Cornell exhales a soothing breath at your sister's driving.
(but this posture will be tough)
Lie on your back. There you go. Service with your hands tied behind your back. Looks very spicy.
Cornell stood up so that he could continue with his sitting torso.
"I fight too!
Then you hear it from behind, the voice of black tights who seem to have recovered.
I wonder what I'm going to do, push my butt meat out of my back with both hands, bury my face and tongue out. And I started blaming a circle of daisy flowers.
(This is, quite)
Sisters mouth shot from front to back, Cornell narrowing his eyes. The damp sound that lasts without rest makes his mind pound.
Cornell exploded before his sisters raised their roots in fatigue.
(... somehow, you've accomplished your mission)
I grab your sister's head disappointingly and pour it into the back of her throat.
A youth pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom who falls on the carpet himself after a satisfactory look at the throat movement he drinks down. And I looked up at the fake sisters.
"It's my loss. Punish him severely and take vengeance."
Face to face with those words, drooping eyes sister and black tights sister.
A few minutes later, with his wrists tied behind his back with a towel, there was a look of a bandit being kicked in by his sisters.
After playing time, follow the fake sisters on both sides. Cornell continues down the hallway.
The goal is the ground floor lobby. So I say goodbye to you both.
I'm not a captured bandit anymore because my time for image play is up.
"What do you say? Is it going to help you overcome it?"
To Cornell's inquiry, Black Tights stops to close her eyes and thinks.
Place for a little while and keep an eye on Cornell and open the mouth.
"I don't know for sure. But I'm sure it's okay. No, I'll make sure it's okay!
The words that follow are heartfelt thanks.
I was the only practitioner who took this far into account. From her point of view, it wouldn't be enough to say how much I appreciate it.
Cornell grinned and scratched his head in a thick palm.
"That's the intention. The Knights of the Kingdom are waiting for you."
Black tights responding well and Cornell snorting deeply.
The sister-in-law looked at the two with a happy smile.
Leaving Wang capital, far northwest.
The Knight, whose retrieval lagged behind him, jumped over the walls of a collapsing boulder, and the stage moved to the Spirit Forest.
In the elves, in the hall set on the trunk of the world tree, the high elves were still gathered today. What is being discussed is the explosion that occurred the other day.
"See what happened?
Upon the chancellor's inquiry, the high elf on his shoulder shook his head to the side.
I repeatedly investigated all the rubble in the workshop, but I couldn't find anything that might have caused it.
"After all, I guess it has something to do with the magic I was trying"
Thick eyebrow high elves, said while creating deep vertical wrinkles between the eyebrows. The chancellor also nods silently, indicating his agreement.
The main old woman in the workshop had been in the workshop for a few days, working on some magic.
It's called Connecting the Path with Zaratan, the guardian of the Spirit Lake.
Originally, a pass cannot be opened and communicated unless it is related to a family member. We're going to force it with magic and technique, so let's just call it grand magic.
"She's one of the best water magic operators in the city. Couldn't you still succeed?"
Recently, the look I couldn't leave with stuck on my face. With a rugged look, the chancellor exhales with words.
"You said there was nothing else in your life. I can't fix it, and that's the only salvation."
The high elf on his shoulder, who continued as chancellor, opens his mouth troubled with his hands on his chin.
"Right after the explosion, before she lost consciousness, but there's a word she leaked"
His shoulders narrowed to the chairman urging him to keep raising one eyebrow.
"It's just one word, so I don't know what you meant to say. But I did say," Enemy of the World. "
For a moment, in a quiet room. But soon, the private language flies out.
Enemy of the World
That's literally the enemy of the world.
But it is only a myth, in other words, a being that appears only in gaga. To receive it from the front, it lacked too much realism.
"... that word alone is indescribable. Let's wait for her to recover and hear more."
shrug shoulders and ask about the other high elf.
"I heard the Knight Commander's consciousness is back, how's it going?
Thick eyebrow high elves respond to this.
"Ever since I woke up, I've just spoken the curse word. I'm not in the right spotlight, I'm not in a position to have a conversation."
Besides, I carry on the word.
"Feedback of the senses, which happened when the knight's hip was destroyed. It hasn't recovered and I can't move my body."
Says he's almost asleep. Create a tannic surface, and the chancellor turns his mind around.
(This is when it's her turn)
An old woman in high elves, a pharmacist and healing magic user. But the person in question is seriously ill as a result of the explosion.
When I saw the topic interrupted, a fat high elf raised his hand and asked for a statement.
"The Knights were defeated, as was their contact with Zaratan. Shouldn't we have more to fight together in the kingdom than this has happened?
Put pressure on the empire from the north and east. The aim is' the rule of the city of the north by the Elves' and 'the recapture of the Kingdom's Landburn'.
"Without going through the empire, our elves and fat trading paths connect. It would be an attractive proposition for the kingdom, besides restoring the loss of land"
To the opinion of the fat high elf, shoulders with open mouth.
"I wasn't holding my hand. I fomented the kingdom nobility, but the prime minister didn't move."
Keep your hands flat up and shoulders shrugged.
"It was not good that the upper echelons of the Knights of the Kingdom were not under the influence of our elves."
For this return, the fat high elves also have to frown root.
The Elves have traditionally taken the approach of creating and influencing 'Elf Rash'.
But this time, the upper management of the Knights of the Kingdom is a total replacement. Subsequently, many of the leading aristocrats have also been disposed of by the Second Prince because of the "coup plot".
"... that was unexpected. Expansion Too Fast"
Squeeze words, fat high elves.
I was not in charge, but I have a consciousness that I could not prevent it even by myself.
That's why I wasn't going to blame anyone for this.
Reconscious, one suggestion after coughing.
"Why not officially offer through diplomacy, not via nobility"
There is no endorsement of the proposal from the High Elves. Representing their feelings, the high elf on the shoulder returns the words.
"You called from here, let's scratch your face"
Fat high elves frown roots, but their mouths don't open. Because I knew there were other reasons why I didn't like to go poorly on the inferior race of people.
(To maintain the elf brand?)
Put your arms together and make a difficult look.
The strange thing about the world is that it's not right to offer good things cheap. They say the brand will have dirt on it, or the image of 'cheap stuff' will burn.
"Don't sell cheap" is an iron rule in brand building.
"You sell dreams, not as tools. So history, culture, and anecdotes are very important."
That's what one of the high elves told the fat high elves.
"The pointy part about that is also important. Even with performance that you don't actually use, you just have it and you pay a lot of money."
I don't understand fat high elves.
(Isn't it like a fish eating itself up to a fishing needle without bait?)
With that thought, he just twisted his neck.
Returning from the sea of thought, the fat high elf opens his eyes and mouth to the indoor faces.
"But I can't say that either. I can't get what I need and I can't sell what I made. Plus, there's garbage."
Make sure the objection is not raised and carry on the words.
"Neither did the Knights of the Pledge of Request, unfortunately, serve their purpose. You will not be able to change your belly on your back."
The high elves always have a bitter look, but no one eats and hangs them. The Knights' defeat, I guess, is working pretty well.
Here the chancellor speaks loudly.
"... one end break. Then we'll discuss the matter."
The high elves are back indoors with stirring and taking their seats. Some go to wash their hands. Some go out of the hall again and look down into the elves from the trunk of the world tree.
At this time, no one had yet noticed the change in the world tree.