The kingdom is farther north and northwest than the king's capital. A rugged mountain, between the northern countries and the forest of the Spirit.
A one-horse Class B knight was tapping into the watershed, bathing the morning light from the front, looking down at the Spirit Forest.
(Smoke hasn't gone up, and I can't see the fire. fire, you can think of it as completely fitted)
Solo in the cockpit inside the chest armor was a young man who stored a short mustache between his mouth and nose. He is the hero of the Niceacasian nation, Lightning, making it the only B-class ride in the northern countries.
(So why did you get more these days?
Exhale gently, frown root and carry on the words.
When the world tree was scorching the sky day and night, many warcraft crossed the mountains as they worked their way through.
As a result, the small warcraft at the foot entered the territory in the form of an extrusion, keeping the knights of the northern countries busy.
But after the world trees burned and collapsed, and the fires of the surrounding trees calmed down, the Warcraft were returning to calm.
"Wasn't the forest burned out again by the leftover fire"
Fearing its potential, Lightning stepped deeper than usual. But I don't see any signs of that in the scenery under my eyes.
(Your Excellency might know something.)
A small old man with only his belly out, with eight lettering eyebrows. A Class B knight who thinks of the only minister in the Niceacasian nation and returns his heel (hibisu).
The look of the cavalry is imperial-style, because it is a catchment, so there will be no way.
"Bees in the chambered flowers of Nicea cassia"
Though I have dyed the national chapter through my shoulders, I have not got anything else.
Recently, the power of the country has increased rapidly, but the city is a zero country. With the operation of two horsemen, B and C, the nostalgia is the best.
(but a great knight)
On the other hand, I am not dissatisfied with the rider and there are no shards, and even now, some time after switching from class C, I think I have touched the fold.
Especially when you're letting them slide down steep slopes like this.
(moves as you wish)
I don't know about lightning, but this knight is a lightweight, mobility-specific type among the B grades.
Armor is thin for that matter, but let's just say it suits my taste.
"Rugged terrain, descending at high speeds"
It was lightning to the city with a slight loosening of mouth for the pleasure of manipulating knights under challenging conditions.
The only two-story stone building in the city with a king. Lightning went to the Lords' Hall to report and consult with the Minister.
Both ends of the eight letter eyebrows went down further, and from where the old man had made his troubled face, there seemed to be nothing to think of.
"In the morning, I've had a lot of trouble. There's no re-launch, so you can go home and rest."
Anything in past records, minister who starts fishing bookshelves. If you bow your head to that back, you leave the hall and head home.
Along the way, I saw my wife.
"Welcome home, you"
A woman of her age who noticed her husband and smiled around, looking very normal.
It was obvious what I was doing, so I wouldn't ask. When I line up next to my wife, I turn my face in the direction she was looking.
It's a giant white mushroom that stands out from outside the town, higher than the Lords' Hall.
"White Lady"
The name probably comes from the stubborn spread of a laced umbrella.
Usually about the size of a vertical fist, but it only grew one bottle. This didn't stop growing. It now stretches as far as it goes over two floors, where it settles down.
"It doesn't look too bad, Ooki-san."
"He said it must be because we're in a period of stability. My aunt said that."
My wife was staring at two huge chunks of meat just below the white lady (White Lady).
She is her grandmother burying herself in a deck chair made of wood and cloth combined with a maternity dress and a poorly eyed pig nodding beside her.
"No more games with Lord Pig?
This pig is for the Spirit Beast. He was attracted to a giant mushroom that was poisonous, so he flexed to visit.
Initially, he fought the Grand Mistress over ownership, but he was quiet after being beaten down with force.
"I didn't just want to protect the white lady. Don't worry about my family now."
The former dojo owner, who is the grandfather of his wife and the husband of his great wife, laughs so mouthfully.
It seems that Lord Pig, who was defeated by Lord Oo, somehow recognized the skinny old man as the highest being. The skinny old man, who is also a martial arts master, seems to know why, but he didn't tell me.
"From now on, you should refrain from strenuous exercise."
Sounds like everyone's sorry. and the wife who goes on to say and smile.
By the way, a match is a bump under a mushroom that lasted every day until recently. If Tauro saw it, he would have thought 'Sumo'.
It was one of the few entertainments in the country town, and many of them gambled a cup of the night and enjoyed watching the game.
"But Grandpa, you thought of that. You must have felt painful."
When she changes the subject, her granddaughter exhales deeply.
Because the seed of life that dwelt in the belly of the great lady did not belong to her husband.
"I Want a Child"
It would be due to sardines that the Grand Mistress had such a wish. A couple of grandchildren who have been living together have left the house.
"I can't forget the taste of the Lightning Sword I received in my dowry trial, and I jumped and attacked my reason"
Just because it's the cause, you can say you deserve it.
'I'm sorry. I can't do it at my age. "
Still, it was because I love my wife that I made the decision to do so. But what stood there was a wall of time.
I could stand and put out, but the seeds stopped. Planting never sprouted.
But it was the elves that appeared there.
"The White Lady belongs to our Elves."
An elf tribe of men and women, suddenly appearing and claiming.
He appealed to violence when the discussion broke down, but it was crushed before further violence by the Grand Mistress, and the man was ravaged by the old woman as defeated rape.
'... did you like the elves? Come on, be a child. "
And a little in front of the final stage, the front dojo owner acknowledges. Uncover the Big Mistress's birth control magic, use the magic of unusual and absolute pregnancy, and to this day.
By the way, a man elf, my real father, and a heavily injured woman elf, were imprisoned for ransom purposes, but I don't know if they could have taken it.
"He's a big guy, isn't he? Really."
Staring ahead, a skinny old man stands behind his big wife who naps outdoors looking comfortable in the morning. Lightning was shaking his heart tremendously in a vessel as a master.
(If I were you, would I have made the same decision)
As I ask myself, I see the side of my wife standing next to me. Chobi mustache young man shaking his head sideways, unlikely to be able to do so.
Knowing the thought or not, my wife changed the subject again.
"A younger big uncle to that kid, a big aunt? You can do it. It feels strange."
That kid is my two sons. He's walking around with boring words in his mouth.
And even now, he was pushing diligently, with both hands, the flank of a big, blind pig.
I guess you're interested. But Lord Pig doesn't seem to care about toddlers, and he only blinks when he falls asleep.
"When my child is born, I wonder if the great lady's interest in herself will also diminish"
Lightning says as she narrows her eyes.
My wife and son are fine, but he still doesn't show up in front of the Grand Mistress.
"... it's okay, I'm sure"
I assure you, it was a wife heading to her grandfather to pick up her son and a lightning staring at his back.
The place moved, Tauro's home off the north of downtown Wang Capital.
Now in the woods in the garden, the members of the 'Dying Regiment' were in total, hitting the harvest of peaches.
"All at the same time, were you eating?"
That's what I said, a lackluster beauty with a peach in a crouched position. Mr. Cool is a Phantom First Eater (Unicorn), so he has been mobilized.
I broke my knee position because the peach tree is about a meter tall. But the branches of things that were low in height stretched wide to the side, and the leaves hung so much fruit that they could not be seen.
"Full"
A magpie butterfly five-year-old larvae over my head turns next to me and waves out. I guess Mr. Cool tilted his little neck because he didn't know what it meant.
Immosque's voice reaches as the Dangobee general relays over her head.
I totally forgot.
Normally, the sage of the forest adjusts to gradually mature from the edge. This time, however, he was distracted by the development of the neighboring Vintage (probably).
By the time I realized last night, it was completely too late. For this reason, he contacted me first thing in the morning via the Merchant Alliance and came to help me.
(Well, actually, most of what the recommendation means)
Sometimes the whole crew would be good for peach hunting.
I had heard that she was free now that she had graduated from Pilot's School and had also quit as a Girls' Flower Department coach at her school of origin.
(But)
I'm good.
I offered him a horticultural scissor, and Mr. Cool waved his hand to the side saying it was unnecessary. I was looking at what I was going to do with my bare hands, and I twisted away one after the other.
(Definitely faster than me using scissors, and not damaging the fruit)
If you ask him if he has a knack, the answer is' It's a professional pattern '.
You must have noticed the question mark that came up overhead. He explains it as he demonstrates.
"Please stand out in a man's bag."
That being said, I reach out one hand and grab it gently and firmly from the bottom, Mr. Cool from your sister system. Keep it sharp and twist your wrist so you can take it off the branches lightly.
Moment after moment, the phantom pain would have run because the peach position was groin height.
"If I can see it, I won't give it away. Besides, I can't help thinking of a man's bag."
When I shrug my shoulder, I put the peach in my hand by the pond.
This is an offering to the Great Spirit Beast Zaratan. This tortoise does not belong to the Dying Dying Regiment and has not been described by Mr. Cool as a spiritual beast.
For this reason, I am now just waving a turtle and looking at it.
"Is this the place? Because of this, let's have a taste in this place."
The harvest (basket) knitted with a vine tree is full, so I get up and stretch my hips.
Mr. Cool reached out, so I turn the fruit knife pattern to the other side and give it to him. Apparently, they peel it off.
I wash and wave the peaches in my hand in a pond, but I guess I don't mind Zaratan because I don't hate him.
(Huh?
To her today, she is just amazed. When shallow and long slices were placed in a few places, the knife was placed and the bellon and skin were peeled in several pieces.
And what they gave me was a peach that lost one thin skin.
(You take it off rather than peel it off)
The colour of the surface is closer to the red of the skin than the white of the pulp. The beauty of the curve, which has not even been damaged by fine dust, is such that it is hesitant to speak.
"That's the first food eater (unicorn). Shameless by its name, it's stunningly peeled."
Thoughtful to peel without hesitation, while polite. How many have you peeled before?
If you leave it to her, you must also solve your brothers' problems.
'Tapi?'
"It's perfect."
On our heads, the vice president and general who started to move in the first place. He's pretty impressed, and he whispers with 'peeling celebrities' and so on.
But if you dare. It would be 'Skinning Celebrities'.
I noticed something, so I cautioned Imosuke and Dangolo.
"First time eating (unicorn) is because it doesn't peel."
From what I'm surprised at, he still misunderstood.
"There, I don't tease seniors"
I went on to scold the Phantom because I returned an unexpected answer, 'Well, what do you think', etc.
The Imosques are easy to believe for what they're worth, so when you leave them alone, they say, 'What about the shell you took off?' Or something like that.
"I wanted to see"
"You wanted to see."
Where the two calm down, they return their hearts to the peaches of my hand, and they are worn from the front.
(... good)
The beauty of the appearance due to peeling off the skin, the flavor and sweetness of the surface criticality and, above all, the fact that the beauty peeled it off.
Honestly, 50% above last year.
"How about that?
I strip the second one, cut it into small pieces with a knife, and recommend it to my overhead bosses, Mr. Cool.
But Imosuke and the others say the scent is all they need. Behind her, who began to eat herself, Zaratan narrowed his eyes on each skin.
Do you want to go to the living room?
In my words, a dying regiment that leaves a turtle in a pond to move. From the harvest, divide into twisted knitted small pieces as well.
"... if she hadn't done the extra prying, she would have followed her peach companion"
In a sigh of sigh, Mr. Cool says as he stares at the peach platter that was given to him by the recommendation.
Explosion Bottom Sister is off duty today, so she says she's taking peaches to Jaanne.
"Did you graduate from Magic College, go into the potion workshop, and get busy?
For this reason, I heard that there are more part-time workers now than there are at work.
He nodded facelessly at my words and then shook his head left and right gently.
"But I guess you can't. I can tell you that peaches break evil in ancient times."
Even in my previous life, I used to ask for the cause of illness and illness to be evil.
Then you pay evil, that is, medicine. Or good for your body.
"The pharmacist's girlfriend can't be uninterested. That's true."
I want you to enjoy it purely as a fruit, like the instructional light patrol teachers, but I guess the business of being a researcher won't allow it.
With our shoulders shrugged together, we carried peaches to our mouths until our bellies swelled as we chatted, and finally rinsed our mouths with iced tea.
"Sorry to bother you. Peaches, thank you."
"No, thank you very much."
The time is already near noon. Exchange greetings with Mr. Cool, who stood up to return, and drop him off at the doorstep.
When I reached out to the other cage, I decided to head to the Merchant Alliance.
The place has changed even further, and the Empire is Landburn, the capital of the Borderline Lord. And the hour shall pass some time, and the sun shall already fall late at night.
There are no lights in the Lords' Hall. But in the maid's dormitory that leads to the hall, inside the window that plunges in the stars, many of them worked hard to sweat.
"You can't lose."
A middle-aged man with bald heads, wiping sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand in a bunk bed equipped with a two-person room.
This old man, the borderline uncle, lays it together is a flattering young maid who was pretending to be in bed.
"Ugh. I didn't know you'd slap me to the wall."
Neighborhood uncle burns his sense of confrontation in the next room. Earlier, loud voices like maids' beasts rose, and they finally started pounding with dogandogans, up to the walls that divided the rooms.
Probably a maid, kicking it with her legs. Those who crawl into the neighborhood at night must be doing pretty hard.
"I'm sorry, my lord. I'll tell you later so you don't break things."
The apology comes from the lower step of the bunk bed. There, make it the belly of the borderline uncle, the head of the civilian. A skinny middle-aged man with a handle shaped mustache, like the Lord, was waving his hips over a half-detached maid.
Why apologize? The majority of those who work hard in the dorm, including the neighbor's room, are his men.
"Free the maid's quarters to my men."
That recently started, several attempts a month.
But not all of them. limited to those who were most recent and meritorious.
"Not enough to give you a medal, but I also want to try to maintain my feelings"
This is what I started to see when I tried.
As a result, the effect is more than expected. Many men are motivated and the atmosphere at work is brighter.
"I hope it's popular, but your place is more intense than the rest."
Enjoy the full-body ripeness of the maid, while returning it.
Though we divide the days between martial arts officers and civilians, the civilians were more intense than the martial arts officers, who were unexpectedly confused.
"Keep him up, piercing and hitting his hips, even if the seed runs out"
More precisely, this would be the case.
I don't know why, but I feel more like the civilians are crazy about greed. As a matter of fact, the maids too, the morning after Civilian Day, their body movements are duller than usual.
"We often see each other in the building, but all we can do is body touch. So maybe there was a lot of buildup."
Colleagues in the workplace who can't get their hands on it unless it's a time like this. That may have been the spice and inspired the inferiority of the civilians.
"Be careful not to pull your legs together."
Even though the purpose is to encourage you to move forward, lowering your opponent to raise yourself is the end of the line.
To the words of Uncle Borderline, a handle moustache nodding in the lower steps. And actually, in addition to earlier, there was another reason.
"Promoting employment and getting closer to the local people"
With this as a flag, Borderline Bob has locally adopted maids in other doubling ratios. In the meantime, the number exceeded fifty.
Borderline uncle enjoyed staying and walking in the maid's room at night, without using any of his own sleeping quarters. But that's exactly how we couldn't handle this number.
On the other hand, "Dorm Opening" is generally well received by the maids.
"Looks like I work in a fancy whorehouse"
This is why.
Indeed, it is those who are able to work alongside the martial officers and the civilian population who are attacking. In terms of customer base, it would be more than an intermediate whorehouse.
As for the quality of the maid, it's about between the junior and intermediate whorehouses, so they get a little taste of the atmosphere of getting the job they crave.
"But you are. Sound alone is exciting."
Shouts out loud, nagging men and women in bed. The imagination seems to be stimulated by the sound of noise and noise coming from the adjoining room, even when there is no big deal in front of you.
excitement and envy, and the loss is greatly stimulated by
"All right, next up is the twin maids. It's a fight."
"It's where I want it. Let me show you that this mustache is not just a decoration."
(i) A middle-aged master who finishes his work and travels naked through the corridors of the stars.
By the way, the Lily Knights (Lily Knights) are not allowed to participate in this ceremony because they are mercenaries and not direct reports.
Girls consisting of seven adult women were rather unfortunate, despite the fact that they were of the same sex.