Religious state that exists next to the east of the kingdom, the east country.
It passes in the eastern country because the official name is "A country built around an altar that glorifies the glowing divine glory in the land given by the heart of mercy that is wider and deeper than the sea, the only and absolute God who pitied those who were chased east of Paradise".
In the Great Hall of the Archdiocese in the city of Bishops, luncheons were held in abundance, welcoming the preachers of 'Sin and Punishment' who had visited from the Kingdom.
"I think. I was wondering if" sin and punishment "could be enough instead of enough life-threatening training"
The fat middle-aged man who theorizes in his seat is the Archbishop. It is the head of the eastern country.
An old preacher of disappointed stature who faces each other opens his mouth with an impressed look.
"I've also felt paranormal every time I play. What if that was God?"
Happily, Archbishop filling his double jaw.
"Have you still seen me? Yes, that's God. Every one of us is in our hearts."
Two people talk so hot that the others don't pinch their mouths. The vortex of nature and conversation moves to Cornell, the pilot of the Knights of the Kingdom, another guest.
This one's in a good mood. Because tonight there will be mass entertainment by the monks, a specialty of the East Country.
Its name is' Tongue Hell '.
Throw yourself from the top of the stage into the sea of the nuns, who hiss in the great hall.
"Do they take each other away and lick their whole bodies with all their spirits"
Sketchy for his first play, Macho asks the fat middle-aged male bishop.
"It is so good to see you. It's a reproduction of the" bitterness of blame that lasts forever "that evil men receive in the post-mortem world, and the" ascension "from which they enlighten and ascend to heaven."
But that's not all. and a middle-aged bishop who continues to explain.
"Once they ascend, they won't stop. You'll use your tongue moves to arouse you and drink what comes out."
They say the nuns of tongue hell describe sinners who are burned to death by their insatiable desires.
"Unlike the lower mouth, the upper mouth can be eaten even if this one is not ready. And the top female monks who get satisfaction with their throats are shamefully still a few"
They are afraid that they will continue until the sun rises. In that case, it seems that there may be negative effects on the mind and body.
"This is an advanced entertainment. I think it's important to be respectful, but when you have to, giveup."
Cornell nods back with the same look to the middle-aged bishop advising him with a serious look. What I think of in my head is the audience's appearance as they arrive at the singer's concert.
Dive naked into the ocean tonight.
(Quite a few people, and all more than a certain amount of skill. If you try to make this happen personally, no matter how much money you have, it's not enough)
A truly valuable experience. I'm glad about that myself, but I feel sorry for my best friend, Tauro.
Because I was supposed to turn back along the way because of my work.
(Sorry, I didn't know there was an event like this available)
Warcraft exorcism by the Young Knights. In exchange for asking me to follow up on it, I bore the burden of traveling here for a stay that would have been a burden.
As a result, Tauro had turned back to the Wang capital without crossing the border of the eastern country.
(If we bragged about souvenirs, they'd hate us)
The middle-aged bishop finished the story and took a seat. I think I'm seeing the bald back of my head.
Then a young man and woman came instead and asked me if I could sit next to them. Encouraging him to sit down with pleasure, he reluctantly lowers his back to either side.
"I need to ask you something."
One opens his mouth like he said he was afraid.
"Have you ever heard of the name Doctor Slime? He's the one who invented Sin and Punishment."
To the question of the young man with the blue cracked jaw sweet mask of the shaving marks of his beard, Cornell nods back.
A nun like a college girl who was alive to its content swallowed her breath.
The two are called "Chest Hair Pheromones" and "Live College Girls". Those who once infiltrated the king's capital with the Virgin and sought to revamp the Doctor Slime.
"In the Wang capital, which is said to be the capital of flowers, it should be noted that it is called 'bi-perfection' or 'treasure'. There will be no strangers in the Hanayawa world."
No wonder this man and woman are here. Two of the hundredth-ranked monks in the world are high priests.
To the two of you listening with a serious look, Cornell carries on the words.
"To give you the example I saw, when Doctor Slime appeared, the guests in the lobby of the Mitsuya family in the Wang capital were broken."
Gaze to surprise, chest hair pheromones and live college girls. The names of the three houses of the Wang capital are also heard in the city of Bishops.
If you are a guest of Wangdu's premier luxury whorehouse, that is, you are only a famous fiend in Wangdu.
"Do you mean to give way? Superior store customers."
Live college girl with an incredible tone. Cornell is somewhat adept at it, correcting it slightly.
"I'm not giving in. You can break the waves in two and have a straight path in the middle, as you say."
Live college girls recalled an anecdote that appeared in the Eastern country's scriptures, the part "For a guide, God makes a way through the sea".
But now, all the people who are confident in themselves are going left and right. It would be far more difficult than unwilling sea water, for example.
"And it's not just customers. Even the chicks, the sidelines, and the women who represent Wang Du will never look at each other with the eyes of Doctor Slime on their faces."
There are no more words for men and women. What horrible existence were we trying to deal with?
But there are some parts of me that I can be good at. Because if you're so much of a person, there's no wonder you're following 'The Overall Winner of the Divine Match'.
Chest hair pheromones that seem to be popular with the wives can't stop their body trembling. Live college girls also ask for their opinions on his behalf.
"Doctor Slime calls himself 'The Leader of the Secret Society of Evil'. What is Lord Cornell's view of this?"
She narrowed her eyes gently and answered in a gentle tone, desperately narrowing her words.
"I don't think you're a harmless person. As for the 'evil' part, isn't it a sign of intent to 'not be bound by the rules', 'do whatever you want'?"
So take your breath gently and continue.
"The free ideas that emerged from it have created" Sin and Punishment, "" Bowl of Parents and Children, "" Slime Games, "and so on, enlivening the Hanayagi world and giving people pleasure"
Chest hair pheromones and live college girls who are shocked and lose complexion.
"Beyond the deeds of men and women who raise one another up, God sends down"
To contribute to the deeds of men and women in the doctrine of the eastern kingdom, which teaches so, is to the will of God.
In other words, they "viewed the doctors slime at a far height as evil because they could not understand it, and were about to plead guilty".
"What arrogance. What stupidity. I can't forgive myself."
Grab a fist and shake chest hair pheromone when you bust it.
"I've done terrible things."
Clogging her voice, the live college girl covers her face with both hands. Leaking from between your fingers are droplets and a whimper that you pushed to death.
Cornell, staring at the look with a gentle expression, hung his words in a gentle but strong tone.
"It's okay. Doctor Slime doesn't blame you. I guarantee it."
The words stain through to both of us, as if they were visible.
"Thank you. Thanks to you, the strays cleared up and you didn't have to go the wrong way."
Chest hair pheromones that set aside the hours often and say thank you with a clear face. The live college girl next door has bowed her head over and over as she squeaks up.
"Looks like you could use some help, most importantly"
Cornell smiling warmly.
In the current question, Doctor Slime changed from "The Bad Man" to "The Knower of God's Heart". Through the two of them, this assessment will gradually penetrate the country to the east.
My appreciation of my friend is correct and Cornell is satisfied.
The aristocratic child, on the other hand, was surrounded by aunt nuns in a remote seat, and the other old pilot was colluding with the monk next door.
I beg your pardon.
As he panicked there, an elderly monk rushes in.
I wonder how important the case is from the way the Archbishop and the preacher enter into the discourse without even cowering.
The archbishop, who perceived it, squeezed his expression and apologized to everyone after the luncheon venue.
(Is something wrong?
Cornell isn't the only one, everyone thinks so. But no one gives a mouthful, and the subtle atmosphere fills the lunch venue.
In the meantime, an elderly monk entered the room again and told Cornell that the Archbishop wanted to meet him.
It has something to do with the kingdom.
I greet my surroundings with courtesy and head with an elderly monk to the Archbishop's office.
And as he sat facing the reception set, the archbishop moved his fat, buried jaw.
"The news is in. They say the Elves used spiritual cannons to burn down the northern city of the Empire."
I can't return words instantly, Cornell.
"They don't seem to have a distinction between military and civilian. Now it's as if it were the 'self-proclaimed sage' earlier."
Archbishop who distorts his face and spitefully spits out his words.
By a powerful magician who suddenly appeared, the villages of the eastern country were burned and the knights who rushed were wiped out.
The self-proclaimed wise man who has since moved to the kingdom has been defeated by the Knights of the Kingdom led by Cornell.
"I only see myself as the protagonist and honored, and only to the extent of the characters in the play, such as the presence of others. I guess that's the way you think. I seem to have overbought the Elves."
Archbishop gripping a nagging fist. That well-fattened body would have trembled because of fierce anger.
But the squeezed out voice was very sad.
"Those who call themselves' smart '. If I hadn't tried that, I'd have known about the self-proclaimed wise man."
Cornell listens silently and thinks about the actions he should take.
I don't doubt the information. For the eastern kingdom is a friendly nation of kingdoms, and the character of the archbishop can be trusted.
(Let's go home, right now)
Inform them of this, and thank them deeply for their seats.
"Really, I guess so. Now, in a more peaceful time, please take your time."
It was Cornell, who wholeheartedly returned the word of consent.
From the Episcopal City of the Eastern Country to the West, the stage moves to the King's Capital of the Kingdom.
It doesn't really matter to Cornell or Tauro, but there is something called a holiday in this world as well.
The man on leave today enjoyed a sloppy afternoon on the couch in the living room.
(Have you started studying even on vacation? Well, I guess there are times when regular exams are close)
The father thinks of the growth of his son as he sees the front couch where his wife sat until earlier.
(If I keep getting better grades like this, I might even get into the Royal School of Magic? I'm surprised.)
And when he was heard, he doubted my ear. In that ear I had now heard the winding voice of my wife, who dealt with my son's break.
(... though I just thought it was a child)
Since the beginning, I have been unable to afford my wife's voice. It's no longer a 'I'll deal with you' situation, it must be 'blamed'.
(I need to show my father his majesty before he overtakes me.)
When I smile at the edge of my mouth, I get up and make myself a husband and father stepping out toward the study room.
When we stood in front of the door, from within, we heard the voices of wives and sons calling each other's names.
"Mother! Mother!
"Take it easy for a second. How many times do you think this is today? If you work too hard, you won't be able to study at night."
When the door opens quietly, the sound grows all at once. What I see in my eyes is my son lying on his back in bed and his wife crossing over it.
(Riding, but you're losing your lead)
My son is just disappointed to have to miss his wife's hips, and keeps hipping up from the bottom. The place and pace to be punched in remains whatever my son wants.
(Hmm?)
Looking straight at it, I notice something.
When his wife reacted at all, his son stubbornly began to blame the place. You look grumpy, and you're probably observing them.
(I wish it was a little more gentle. That's a big cut.)
My husband is a father who bends his jaw and laughs at his mouth.
My wife had her back to the door, so the first thing I noticed was my son.
"What are you doing here?"
The awake son holds his mother's body as hard as if it were to be taken away, and makes a grumpy voice. My wife flipped her jaw and groaned, probably because she was intruded into further depths.
I was just trying to make you respect your father.
And when he loosened his belt and lowered his pants for each underwear, he showed his son, who had been dating longer than my son.
"Size, Shape, Color"
Fathers are more adults in all respects. It has a mature force.
'In the next few years, even me,' he snaps at his father, who meets him with an extra grin, and his son takes his gaze off.
As the father approached from behind his wife as he was, he put his hand on her back and pushed each son down to the bed.
"You, what?"
Surprisingly, his eyes turned backwards in his eyeballs, immediately after which he ascended to the top. Because my husband's son broke in unannounced from the gate behind me.
The father tells my child as he enters further behind his wife, who cannot hold his breath and speak.
"You won't be able to do it."
This is the new technique I recently learned at the whorehouse. I've been slowly getting used to it for a few days now, and suddenly it's okay to ask.
"Look, if you're stuck, you're gonna lose."
Father's hips starting back and forth, as they do.
I regret being provoked, but my son can't move just by blushing his face in bitterness. The intrusion from behind was due to the fact that the mother put in a strong force to move forward.
(This is your father)
I feel over my mother, the presence of my father. That's big, hard, and hot stuff.
I've never felt closer to you before.
(Awesome)
I'm supposed to be tighter than I am, but I do come and go in a certain rhythm. That was as accurate as a daily commute.
"You can say business, but be strong enough to match it"
A father who tells his rebellious son with a slightly harsher look. Soon though, it softens, and the voice turns into something gentle.
If you keep trying, you'll get over me.
A hot blow, unleashed deep at the same time as I finished saying it. My son, who had a broken wall, could feel the shock.
If you are a mother who has been hit directly, keep both eyes hidden behind your eyelids for complete white eyes. At the same time, when he leaked his wild groan, he fell into his son's chest.
"Well, here's the thing"
Father pulls out after exhaling heavily, and pulls up his pants with a shittiness and cleaning.
"Good luck with that."
Leaving the word, he waves his hand behind his back and leaves the room with a nose song.
His son, who was shown a high wall by his father, could only dismiss him.
"... if you're already a father, it's sudden."
The mother, who restarts after a little time, wakes herself up with her cheeks swollen. He was falling down on his bed, so he crawls on all fours in posture.
"Mother, it's the limit now. The break ends at one end without fitting. All right?
Shake your head gently, left and right, mouth while fixing your hair with your hands, but no son in front of you. I should have been under me until earlier, but where did I go?
"Hey, are you listening?
I noticed the signs behind me and it solidified as I tried to look back. Because his son grabbed both his lumbar bones with unprecedented strength.
"What?"
Until now, the air is different. I didn't think so. At that moment when I twisted my body and tried to escape, my son's voice reached my ear.
"Even me."
At the same time, I felt that my son's son was appreciated at the entrance to the part where my husband had been in until earlier. Definitely, I'm trying to imitate it.
"Stop it! You can't do this yet."
No preliminary knowledge whatsoever, so far the deal is only rough. Such a son asks for what he is not yet used to, and fear gushes.
"Listen to me! Hands off your hips."
He uttered a harsh voice, but it was a voice sharper than himself that came back.
"Shut up! Even I can do it!
Breaking into the deepest part with one blow. Breathing stops at too much force moves.
I don't care how such a mother looks, my son just keeps poking at me trying to get over the back of his father that came to mind.
"Stop it! Please stop.... please don't do this anymore"
Going from order to petition, mother's words and voice. But it won't reach my son.
Soon the mother's consciousness would be cut off and she would end up in a puppet lying in bed, but she didn't even realize it.
"What do you say! What do you say?
There is a burning antagonism against the father, but therefore, no gentleness or forgiveness.
Immediately spit out the contents to the unfamiliar feeling, but it doesn't fit at all because of the fire in my heart, and I keep going with the stiffness to the next round.
"I'm better! I'm better!
Without alternating offenses, the day game lasted until his son fell to his full strength in the final round.
of a certain middle-class family, it will be discussed later.