Northern Empire.
There was a large group of knights lined up and heading south through a wilderness full of rocks that spread there.
The time is early in the morning. I guess it's the earliest season of the year, early summer, and I keep walking through the night.
"What the fuck, these guys?"
Whispering next door whispered one of the two adventurers. They had been camping in the land for days, collecting lizards that dwelt in the wilderness.
He woke up shaken by an unconventional vibration, hiding in the shadow of a rock and watching.
"Is that a loss?
Another person would not have been able to give it back. The knights, who were black and dirty with coal, looked tired, even though they were golems.
The impression I received was' Funeral Line '. But unexpected beings go into sight, I don't know. I carry on the word.
"... you're lying. Hey. Rose Knights has a captain of the Imperial Knights."
An elite knighthood that makes a name for itself inside and outside the Empire. Besides, he's not as well-known as Reaper, but he's a class A like the "strongest corner of the empire" and the famous armored warrior.
It is incredible from the momentum of the empire in recent years, such as its alignment and defeat.
"I caught the number requested. You'd better leave without greed."
Clouding his expression with a bad hunch, the first to suggest.
The first thing I looked back at was a sampling basket knitted in a twat. Inside, lizards, they're getting their tongues out and pulling in.
"Well, I don't know what happened, but it wouldn't be a lot."
Keep it up, adventurers waiting for a line of knights to pass by. Because of the distance and the rocky terrain, they didn't notice yesterday's tragedy.
A line of funerals proceeding through the wilderness.
Aim is the city on the southern edge of the wilderness. Make it the territory of the old samurai, the Knights of the Imperial Knights, where the next line of defense will be built.
(I'm storing supplies, so I'll be up for a while)
The skinny old man scratches his cheeks with his fingers as he looks at a row of knights in the armored samurai cockpit.
Now that we've lost the northern city where we were supplying, we need to get them to a place where they can feed the army as soon as possible. The water and the food are only for a few days, when they were loaded with knights.
"Passing the North City, Elf Knights Intrude Deep Into Empire Territory"
Assuming that was the case, in the possession of the old samurai, the private soldiers were consolidating their protection. The basement welcoming the army may be said to be in order.
When you exhale gently in relief, you change the subject matter of your thoughts.
(I never imagined the scope of the Spirit Cannon would be that wide. Wow)
The distance from the checkpoint to the north city is roughly ten times the city's diameter. The inner part of the circle, which is the diameter, literally turned into scorched earth.
Old samurai with big eyebrow roots and deep thoughts. From yesterday evening, shortly after receiving the Spirit Cannon, the great question cannot be wiped.
(Heritage says he smashed the knights of the people approaching the Spirit Forest with one blow)
But this time, although the pilot is losing his life, there is no Class B crushed by fire arrows (fire arrows).
Destroyed by direct strike is limited to Class C.
(For a knight, the power is too low. If you're going to kill a lot of people, it's an extremely effective weapon.)
The old samurai don't know the power to take a wide range of lives so far.
In the case of the northern city, more than 90% of it was a plain with only Kanbo and grass. If this had been the imperial capital, the number of the dead would have more than multiplied by a hundred.
(What are you after? destroy the northern city and reap the benefits commensurate with it)
An old samurai who can't get an answer and shakes his head to the left and right.
"Resumption of Transactions and Disposal of Garbage"
Previously, the Elves' messengers demanded these two. But would there be a country that would like to deal with someone who would burn the city if the demands did not pass?
At best, that would be enough to dump trash in a deserted burning field.
(I don't know. Do you suppose to leave the task of using your head to Your Majesty or the Marquis)
After shrugging his shoulders in the cockpit, he sends the armored warrior's gaze backwards. What you can see in your eyes is a crimson Grade A walking down the rear of the line.
Lord of the city of the north, knight of the mature Viscount.
My people were murdered without one left.
A long-wave mature woman who greatly distorts her dark red painted lips and sits in a mini tight skirt in the cockpit. In her mind, the sights of the city she saw before sunset were repeated.
A black-burned corpse lying everywhere, stood as if fighting with his fists. There are many fountains in the square, and the folded figure can be described as a mountain.
(I won't allow it. Never forgive)
Because of the unconscious clenching of his fist, the tuned knight's fist also makes a murmur. Towards her like that, an armored martial artist stepped back and emitted an external voice.
"Your Majesty will not shut up. This retaliation will always and thoroughly take place '
But, and the old Imperial Knights leader sitting in the cockpit succeeds.
'That's not now. Not once you've worked out your exit plan and you're ready. If we keep going into the woods, we won't win.'
The Spirit Forest is the realm of the Elves. I have no doubt that numerous traps have ambushes caused by attack magic.
That's why the Empire took an enduring battle to turn down the deal and dry it up.
(Even though I haven't heard back)
The old samurai exhales small and shifts his gaze from a crimson A level lining his shoulders to the knights going forward.
There were many B-class rides pulling a rush of luggage. The ones on board are Class B, which has lost its pilot, and Class C, which remains relatively shaped.
"His Majesty has been overcome many times before. Let's know what happened."
I guess there's a verse that comes to mind. Grade A of the mature Viscount who finally looks up.
The Knights Commander of the Imperial Knights who sees it overlaps words to help.
'Brush yourself until then, and keep your strength. When you went from defending to attacking, you were right to take the lead.'
The crimson knight turned his face to the armored warrior beside him and bowed his head deeply.
The morning sun slowly continues to rise in the early morning and plunges into front of Jomtien.
This is Wang Du. The downpouring strong sun sparkles the cobblestones of the street so much that you can't keep your eyes open.
In the meantime, I was leaning my relatives forward in the living room of my home.
"So far, there's nothing to talk about"
Look at each other on the bath towel, the eels, the dangouts, and the turtles.
Last night, three spiritual beasts felt strange, so they were out of town in the morning to gather information.
"The guild leader of the Merchant Alliance was always the same."
Grandpa Goblin's ears are the fastest I know. That's why I went first, but when I saw my face, I invited him to visit the whorehouse.
"I've come up with a new way to compete. Why don't you give it a try after lunch?"
If you ask, 'Compete at a total age, not the number of women you defeated' thing.
(Mechanisms to get high scores according to difficulty)
In that regard, I think it is well done. But it will be tough as it is.
Everyone's favorite age group, including me, is way below what Grandpa Goblin thinks.
"Instead of adding your age as it is, why not make it an age difference from yourself"
Therefore, he appropriately expressed his opinion and came out of it.
I'll bring my consciousness back to the families in front of me, and I'll tell them my conclusions.
"I don't think the Merchant Guild itself is telling any unusual stories"
After that, I asked the deputy guild chief and the chief of the strong side and saw it, but it's not handy. On the contrary, 'About what' made me look strange.
"I tried wandering around in front of the Knights of the Kingdom headquarters, but this one didn't make a move either."
The Knights headquarters is further north of the Royal Castle, just north of Central Square. If emergency dispatch is holding off, there must be signs of death.
But this one, too, hasn't changed at the moment.
"But if you guys feel it, something's definitely going on. Either the information hasn't arrived yet or it's irrelevant to the kingdom."
He was convinced, three small shakes of his head up and down.
"Let's just go see how it goes. If you feel sick or sick, don't be patient. Because I'll be cured soon."
Impressed, complimented waves arrived, and I swelled my nose a little and stretched my chest. The power of borrowing from stone statues, but I would have dressed well as a lord.
"What's up?
So Pickle and Immosque, the deputy chief of the 'Dying Regiment', reacted with his family at the head. I lifted my head and pointed it out the window.
"Yu Nikon"
"Yu Niko"
The general's dangolo also continues. Apparently the only man for both of us, Phantom First Food (Unicorn), is approaching our house.
Spirit beasts are sensitive to signs, so they always tell us first.
"Mr. Cool? Though I didn't promise."
If you look at the clock, around the end of the morning.
"I guess it's because I told him I'd mostly be home until noon if I didn't have a job"
I have some business to attend to and I may not have been able to ask.
On the other hand, it seems a little shameful. Because the aubergines and cucumbers we grow in the garden forest are still immature.
"It's so exciting."
"Keep pretending, it's amazing."
Unlike before, two superiors who are not going to hide. Travel to the front door to welcome you.
Turtle, on the other hand, stared at me with his often black-eyed, crushed eyes.
"Back to the pond? Don't you have to introduce me?"
Unlike Imosuke and Dangoloh, I haven't been informed about Zaratan. I thought it would be a good opportunity.
But they don't think the old turtle of things.
"So far, you want to be a regular turtle?
If you name it, it's a great spiritual beast without a stranger. Sometimes I think that's a long life.
I remember the entertainers of my previous life and was strangely convinced that I grabbed Kohlo with both hands and carried him to a pond in the garden. When I let him go to the water, he swam out feeling good.
"Faster, faster"
Indoors, on the other hand, you get a wave of imosques calling me. And the sound of a knock you hear right after.
"Yes, sir."
It was me heading to the front door as I wiped my wet hands with a towel.
Here the hour goes from day to night in great measure.
From Wangdu Central Square, Middletown to the southeast. In the children's room of a house built here, one boy headed to his desk and was eager to study.
Early teens when I was old. After dinner, I dug into my room, and it's time for two hours.
(I guess by the time your mother comes)
The sound of a knock echoes, just like the time I think. When I replied and looked back at every chair, the boy's mother, who put coffee and cookies on the tray, opened the door and came in.
"Good day, it's time for a break. It's nice to be enthusiastic, but if you don't breathe moderately, you'll lose efficiency."
A woman in the middle of thirty with long hair in one piece behind her.
She is not fat but not too thin and looks comfortable to hold. You could say she's quite beautiful.
A mother who places a tray on a small table and looks at her son as she lowers her hips on the bed and smiles. The moment his eyes met, the boy rose from his chair and attacked his mother.
"Mother!"
Pushing him down on his back, he nods his face on his soft chest and rubs it left and right. But to her mother, there is no surprise or agitation.
"I'm not in a hurry. Because I know."
The break that's going to start is throwing up stress on the mother. It is a means to temporarily raise your wit and make you head to your desk again.
(It works.)
I started by being recommended by my fellow mothers, but my son's change was dramatic. His son, who was not very enthusiastic about studying, began to head to his desk after dinner until he went to bed.
(It won't fade at all even the second time)
This is my second breath, as I pinch my rest every hour.
The boy, who had pressed his face against his chest until just now, had already hung his mother's legs on his shoulders and made his return to his birthplace.
(Because I really don't condone it. If you weren't my mother, you'd hate me)
White-legged ankle, stretched from bent body by force. There hung lace white underwear, shaking violently as the boy moved.
(It's a platter I want to do. I'm only thinking about what I'm gonna do with this move. Well, this roughness isn't bad either)
A mother who thinks while leaking her cuddly voice. Looking at her like that in the front, her son asks as usual with his body back and forth.
"Mother, I wonder if I've surpassed your father."
Sensitive years, like just being breathed out. Still, I can get meaningful words out of my mouth because of my mother's consideration.
Not overly tight, but gently and softly enveloping, Mother's love enables conversation during play.
"Hey."
Chuckles and laughs, carries on the words.
"The momentum and passion are amazing, but your father is still better off. Something that adults can afford, coming together watching your mother react."
The son who receives the answer rapidly raises the hardness and temperature in the mother. He remained silent and began a fierce rhythm that had doubled before.
"Hey! You just said it's important to have room for compassion."
Protest around screaming, but the boy shakes his head wide to the left and right.
"You said stretching strengths was one way to improve grades. With this momentum and passion, today is the day to look beyond your father."
On the young hips that are beaten continuously, the mother's body floats out of bed with every blow. Each time his body slipped up, his head pressed against the headboard and his neck bent.
But my son doesn't give a glimpse of the bitter look of such a mother.
"Ahhh! Mother."
He exhales a lot of hot stress to his birthplace, shaking his body trembling tremendously.
The mother who took it, too, I guess the heat triggered it. He gripped the sheet firmly with both hands and leaked a loud groan from between his eaten teeth.
He seems to have a consciousness that he couldn't beat his father, a boy who lays his eyes down and exhales deeply. The next time I look up at my mother, I squeeze out my cut voice.
"Let me do it again, just one more time. Please."
I guess my mind and body won't heal. But the mother said away with perseverance.
"No. Keep it till your next break."
When I finish, I put a small plate of cookies in my mouth and stick them out in front of my son's mouth.
When the boy received it by mouth chews and swallows it, the next mother pours in the coffee that has cooled by mouth.
At the end, he overlaid his mouth, stretched his tongue inside and took the rest of the cookies out of his mouth.
"Good luck studying, then"
Pulling up his underwear, which had been stripped off one leg, he took the tray out of the room with one hand.
Placing a coffee cup in the kitchen takes you to your husband's relaxing living room.
"What kind of thing?
A husband after thirty halves who puts the magazine on the table and asks how his son is doing. My wife sat across the street and opened her mouth.
"I'm trying. The teacher said," If you keep going, the Royal Magic Academy is not a dream. "
The husband I hear rounds his eyes and leaks his surprise voice.
"Royal School of Magic"
It is the supreme school of magic in the kingdom. Only the chosen ones are allowed to creep through the gates, and all graduates may be called elites.
My boy.
A father who is never an elite, who thinks of the great possibilities that my child has. Loose nature and cheeks won't do either.
"Thank her." The Motivating Learning Method is really amazing. "
I give the name of my mother companion, but my husband didn't nod.
"Only if it had your charm. If you weren't my mother, she wouldn't be interested in studying either."
Wife told straight from the front, blushing. To blindfold, pointing your mouth and changing the subject.
"But he wants to compare himself to you. It's not about your father or yourself, it's about the kids asking their mothers."
In contrast to her frowning mother, her husband laughs and returns.
"That's how old I am. It's only now that my son sees me as a rival, and I'm glad to hear it."
When I finish saying it, I turn my grin into a nibble, and I carry on the words.
"In the meantime, I've come to learn new moves at the whorehouse. I'll give it a try tonight, so be prepared."
Wife who makes her face even more red and makes a confused voice.
"What's wrong with you? I can't believe I'm eager to study until you are."
Naturally, the wind husband.
"You can't lose to my son yet. One day they'll overtake you, but until then, I'll stay on the high wall."
Besides, I changed the tone to something serious.
"Before I was a father, I was one man. I want to keep you the most delightful person I ever loved."
A nagging wife, unable to return words.
"Sons and husbands all want themselves, compete with each other and brush their arms"
The situation just makes me happy, both as a mother and as a wife. So much for the happiness of the moment that my head is teasing me.
So the wall clock behind my husband gets into my eyes and I raise my voice to my surprise.
"Ah, this is already such a time. We need to get ready."
The husband, who followed his wife's gaze to the clock, makes a strange look. I thought we should have a little more time.
Read and add that look.
"I have a request. He wants me to wear my student uniform."
My wife came back with patties and footsteps and headed to her bedroom, finishing her shittiness and dressing. Standing there is' Mr. Hykara 'if you say so in a nutshell.
Not blazer or sailor in recent years. It is the traditional outfit of her alma mater: a shirt and a short cape on a rolled skirt.
"It's still something you can wear."
So he said to his wife, crunching around, with his fat "Yaya" lowered eyes.
"It's your third break next time, so you're done with your son. Come to the bedroom dressed like that."
Dye your cheeks red again. 'Till you?' and looking down, a wife-woman student with long hair together. But I don't refuse, I snort in the light.
And he did not look back, and vanished into his son's room, blushing.
"Fine! It's very nice, Mother."
My son sees his mother as a student and screams out loud enough to reach the living room.
"Now it's natural for your father to fall in love. I'm so sorry. If I were there, I wouldn't give it to your father."
Exactly, says Mother.
"If it wasn't for your father, you wouldn't be here. So that's not what I'm saying."
But my son has no ears to listen to.
"It's sloppy! Your father is sloppy. I can't believe I've kept such a lovely mother to myself all the time."
Son of a son who makes his uniform abusive and breaks in. Mother speaks out in protest at the treatment.
"Here! Your clothes will break. After this, you will deal with your father in uniform, so treat him more carefully."
But the words were completely counterproductive.
"I won't allow that! I'm already angry. I'll rattle your mother with my passion so much that I can't deal with your father!
of a middle-class family, was a daily comma.