Wood golem that was showing up in the woods and eating up trees. After gently exorcising it, enjoy the specialty noodle dish eaten with leeks.
Two more ladders through the homemade whorehouse, me and the old lady Old Lady, who came back to Wang Du.
I went to the grass-fed mechanic in the hangar and asked him to drop by the merchant's guild on the way home.
"Okay. I'm on my way."
An incorrect preaching knight must have brought an emergency alert before noon.
(No, maybe hang out with him or something)
If you're the guild leader I know, you're more likely. Just in case, keep your mind ready.
(If you're too mature, hey)
Walk west on Boulevard with that in mind, to the Merchant's Guild on the east side of Central Square.
But waiting in the office on the third floor was a very unsatisfactory story.
"The Elves use spiritual cannons. The city of the Imperial North is extinct, no survivors for the inhabitants'
Goblin-like old man and Santa Claus, plus a strong chief sitting around me on the couch.
"I did it. The Elves are no longer on the same plate as us."
Continue the words with a rugged look, goblin-like guild leader.
(On the same plate?
I circle my thoughts to understand the meaning of words, and I go side by side with the situation in my heart.
(The Empire has the ambition of Ost Continental Unity and has not even tried to hide it)
There is also national force and force that can be carried out. It would be a threat to the surrounding countries.
But in this world, things aren't the same as they were in my previous life. There are two causes.
"The fighting power of a man-shaped golem called the Knight is isolated compared to the rest"
First of all, this determines the victory or loss of the war by the battle of the knights. The second is wartime agreements.
"Combat acts are restricted to military personnel"
Because this is protected not only in nominal terms, the general public does not have to suffer direct damage.
They may get involved or lose property, but they are not targeted like ethnic cleansing Ethnic Cleansing.
(War in this world is only a battle in formation by the ruling class. The people are treated with the same resources as the land)
At first, I couldn't believe it. It was not until we finally understood that we saw the subsequent development of Landburn, which was taken by the Empire.
Nobles and deputies lost their status and interests, but the residents stayed put.
Some did not do well in business due to changes in the environment, such as the disappearance of regular golem carriages with the Kingdom, but others, on the contrary, seized the opportunity and flew.
The residents' nostalgia would have been warmer than before, as Borderline uncle had been keen to develop the city.
(I tried to bring in drugs, but I hid.)
If indescribable evidence is shown, it is slapped not only from abroad, but also from within. That's why I destroyed everything and left until I risked it.
It's Cornell's guess that he actually exchanged his sword with an imperial knight in disguise, so it shouldn't be wrong.
(Emperor is an empire wielding power, but it can't be more than a land of men, a single rock)
The matter of drugs becomes one of the wedges, the Kubiki, that rocks the Empire from within. I wonder if that's why the upper realm was so angry that it didn't grab its tail that it hit the Cornells so hard.
"Does that mean the Elves lost their eligibility as players in the battle?"
Mouth to mouth for confirmation, the guild leader nodded loudly.
"This indiscriminate attack by the Elves is a departure from the very rules of 'war'."
Worded and answered was the Santa Claus deputy guild chief with a sinking look on his white beard.
According to the explanations that follow, it seems normal to change from "Elves vs. Empires" to "Elves vs. People" or "Elves vs. Others" diagrams.
"It's just that the brand 'Elf' works so well. The reaction is dull at the moment"
If the nation had done the same thing, it would have been slapped instantly. Next door, a strong chief snorts.
"But yesterday. The people up there are going to hate it more or less than I expected."
Here Grandpa Goblin opened his mouth again, spitting out his words as he shook his head left and right.
"The people in your previous meeting are not just landowners and powerful people. The landscape looks different than the people below."
The taking of Landburn and the failure to acquire the Golem mine in the Great Hole, which was undiscovered at the time.
They can't stand these two.
"It's not like I'm just going back to being a merchant, even if I'm attacked and destroyed by an empire. There's no way we can talk about it."
And he exhaled loudly, and inherited the word.
"Even if every inhabitant of the city is burned, he looks cool because it's about another country. If you're going out with these guys, you should stop being a guild leader and do business like you used to."
Apparently, there was a discrepancy between your opinion and that of the Prime Minister. Santa Claus' deputy guild chief and strong chief.
Meanwhile, what was reflected in my brain was a front golem carriage with a little old man on your platform, going down a cobblestone trading path that runs all the way to the mountains. It looks great on you.
"Are you coming with me? I'm gonna introduce you to some good women everywhere."
Naughty eyes coming at me, Grandpa Goblin.
I'm familiar with it in the past, so I guarantee the flavor, etc., but it's probably all in the female giant class I ran into at the impolite reception hotel.
I told him with all my heart that I would resign.
"We must move money and things. I can't fit in, Tauro. You're not what you've always been."
Looks like he's got his mind back and decided to keep his job, Grandpa Goblin. Soon after this, he says he will turn in the deputy guild chief and go into the meeting.
I didn't have to participate, so I decided to go straight home.
(Was this the anomaly that Imosuke and the others were feeling)
Evaporate from your head in an instant, such as about the night club play. Think fast to the house.
Looking up is the sky starting to twilight. Unknown due to lack of information, but the spiritual cannon may reach the Wang capital.
(Consultation first)
I thought of a long-lived tortoise on my head and hurried down the road with a harsh look.
A narrow street that branches westward, halfway through a wide street that connects the imperial capital with the forest of the Spirit. Walk west on it, a team of Imperial Knights.
The organization consists of four B rides on one A rider. He is headed for the refuge with the Jade as the Emperor's escort.
"Sire, I'm sorry it's so narrow"
Piloting Class A, says the little woman. I have sleepy eyes and my age would not yet be twenty years old.
She's in the cockpit, but she's sitting on the emperor's lap.
"Even if you continue to receive Fire Arrows (Fire Arrows) for a long time, where you can endure them"
Because the answer to this proposition was a class A knight's cockpit.
But the emperor does not have the ability to manipulate the golem, and the auxiliary magic formations that handle heat and smoke do not work even as they sit.
As a result, the smallest A-class pilot in the Knights was chosen as the opponent for two.
"No problem. You don't have to worry about it. Let's be hard in that attitude."
What the emperor pointed out was that he was knocking his back out front. I guess he's trying to avoid the rear of his head hitting the emperor's face with the rhythm of a knight walking.
"On the contrary, you better keep your back, don't worry about bumping into me. Like this."
Hold her barely breasts with her hands from behind, pulling her back with force. The back adhered to the emperor's chest, and the long hair with the hairband flowed beside the face of a middle-aged man.
"Thank you for your consideration"
A pilot who speaks of gratitude and keeps the knight walking. Exhale and endure the palm feel of thin breasts.
I guess I was unhappy from above my clothes. As the emperor lowered his hand and slid the hem of his shirt up from his tight skirt, he came into his clothes.
"Huh."
Both hands, all shaped and pointless, proceeded beneath the bra, relentlessly pinching the two buds with their fingertips.
And in keeping with the knight's gait, he began to crush and loosen. I guess I don't have time to just sit around.
"... Ugh,... cum"
Over time, buds crushed over and over.
(What? This?)
What I felt with my skinny, little swinging ass was a being that was getting hard and hot.
It is proof that the emperor was interested in himself. Though honored, questions also arise.
(Where in the hell did you find yourself attracted to being a woman?
Slow growing body shape as well as small. I don't think I will grow any more, but I try not to think about it.
The half-eye that seemed to have fallen asleep was also badly impressed, and I have never remembered it.
(If you want, you're in a position to get as many beautiful princesses as you want)
Confused, but a small female pilot who pushes her voice to death. Listening to that voice, the emperor was enjoying his eyes narrowly.
(around the rest, you're not much of a type)
Lower height than your own shoulder and the thin, thin body that matches it. She also weighs lightly and doesn't feel so burdened even when she's on her knees.
And most importantly, I believe I have no attraction to attract men to myself.
(With all the confident noble ladies, I'm tired of talking)
For the Emperor, this little female pilot was very fresh.
(Seems sensitive, but not used to it)
I don't know how to react because of this, and it's cute that I twist myself and exhale hot.
There is also the unprecedented feeling of a small butt moving left and right like trouble.
(Even if they move so much, the rest is highly irritating. to calm down a little)
The emperor holds his belly with his left arm and slides his right hand into the back of his tight skirt as he commands in his heart.
When he crushed only one bud strong from the top of his underwear, the pilot stiffened his breathtaking body.
(Hmm? This is)
One finger that shifts underwear aside and divides it under buds. So the emperor bends his eyebrows and, at the same time, bends his fingertips and scratches them near the entrance.
Hold the reflexively resisting torso in with your arms and nod one over her shoulder.
(Don't you have experience? this is funny)
At one end, as she stood from her seat to her mid waist, her underwear slipped down to her knees. At the same time I took myself off the bottom and sat a small female pilot on top of it.
"Hih."
The tip was raised at the entrance. It wouldn't be possible for an inexperienced girlfriend to speak up.
A small female pilot who cannot sit down and is forced to continue in a painful mid-back position. I guess it would still be easier if I opened my legs on both sides, but my underwear between my knees got in the way and I wouldn't allow it.
As a result, he manipulates the knight and walks on, remaining in the air chair position.
(Well, I wonder how far you'll have it)
A crowded emperor stuck only at the tip in her tiny little mouth. They have fear of accepting it, and they can't come with their hips down.
But the rhythm of walking and the painful posture. It will be obvious that they will not be able to sustain it immediately.
"Hih, whoa, whoa."
Every step, a little swallowed up goes the Crown Prince. And to some extent, the intrusion stopped.
"Is this the wall?"
The emperor speaks to himself as he looks at the skinny ass with just a few pricks.
It seems that the limit came from there in a few steps, and the exhausted ass swallowed the crown prince up to half.
"Ugh!
With the screaming, she does the knight's posture control there. Class A for two, out of balance, buttocks into the streets as it is.
The shock naturally strikes the cockpit as well, and the swallowing, which was half, goes all the way to the roots at once.
……
A small female pilot with long hair in her hair band, with her mouth open and no voice and stiffness. From his wide open eyes, his sleeping appearance was blown away.
(This is tough. Top notch ever)
Small, working out, even for the first time. An emperor who endures a lot of eating his back teeth for too tight a weave of three elements.
It would be natural from his point of view. There is no reason why the monarchs of the biggest and most powerful country on the continent should storm their opponents for the first time.
(... Okay, I can go)
After repeated shallow breaths many times, I slowly moved her body back and forth so as to relax the female pilot who was still unable to move.
(Do knights move together?)
It would be because consciousness is flying in tune. When the emperor even rocks me, the knight rocks his body too.
An emperor who begins to try out all sorts of moves, such as his manipulation being passed on to knights, wriggling left and right.
Outside, Grade B, which tried to rush to Grade A with buttocks, had been stopped by other Grades B.
"I'm in the middle of having fun. Stay out of the way. '
Class B that hits the torso and transmits audio with vibration.
The old male pilot sitting in the cockpit was breathing relief.
(I was wondering if you liked it)
Once you reach the castle of destination, the emperor descends from the knight. But the knight and the pilot must be on their side so that they can escape at any time.
For this reason, the best solution was to like the female pilot.
(It's a tough place to go. She must protect Her Majesty from her allies)
An old pilot with eyebrow roots and a tight eye.
The destination is Uncle Rosehip's castle, Rose Castle, an elegant and beautiful white castle nestled in perfectly maintained rose gardens.
The land, sandwiched between hills and rivers, is easy to protect by even a few knights, and is home to the Rose Knights, but hence knight-related facilities.
(If you look at this only, it's impeccable as a place of refuge)
But Rose Castle is also where the bees gather in search of rose flowers. Deacons and servants (footmen) who keep away from home will offer Night Game "Tortoise" with sincere goodwill.
It is essential that she be on her side in order to say no.
(We'll be the rest.)
Unlike the Emperor, we have not brought our female partners.
Since we narrowed down the numbers this time, the pilot accompanying us was also asked to provide a biological escort. Then, the woman is inferior to Rikko.
As a result, all but Grade A became men.
(You must somehow avoid night games and protect yourself now)
I hear the influence of Rose Castle is terrific. Even those who are absolutely confident that 'I'm okay' will be stained with roses after three nights.
And this stay is not about three days. At least on a weekly basis.
(How many of us can come home as we were?
There are a number of people who have abandoned the status of elite pilot of the Imperial Knights and volunteered for the Rose Knights. All of them stayed at Rose Castle on some errand.
(I won't lose. You can't lose. Never)
An old pilot who focuses on his abs and bites his back teeth. In front of him, Grade A had his torso bounced up and down with his buttocks on.