Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

The invasion of Nortmarc, the capital of the Germanian Empire, was easy.

The Imperial Capital today is a rebel nest by rogue troops and peasants and citizens. All you have to do is pak the permits that the bandits had and dress like villagers or pirates. It is out when you are dressed as a decent regular soldier, rather the more suspicious the better.

I was, like, a free pass. Instead of being suspicious, a poorly resembled soldier in a colorful Mohican helmet who was a gatekeeper smiled at me and said, "Good day, Ther!" He bowed his head.

I'd like to think it was because the pass I had was the one with the captainship, but I feel so suspiciously complicated about my outfit with a coal-fired black robe and a magic gun (rifle) and a backpack (rucksack) that I'm unfamiliar with in this day and age.

"Hey, how's my outfit for real?"

When I asked Oracle, she said, "It's like an evil executive."

Kaara comes out even though she hasn't heard it and says, "The Father of the Nation today, he's lovely," cheeks upliftingly. Right, the nice thing about Kaala's sensibility is that she's out...

Well, I'm not Sado Takel right now, I'm a displaced black musketeer (Driff Gunner).

The disgrace of the journey is thrown away. Mostly brave people are loaded with medium two elements when you think about it, and even evil executives won't be that different.

Teito Nortmarc.

Until then, it was also known as the capital of the world. The stones laid in the city were solid, and the vertical outer walls over the three metres strewn over the city were splendid, but part of them collapsed and many scattered where the city's downtown area was also burned. It must be a coup scar, something unbroken.

However, the collapse is also filled with small stone, and work is underway to consolidate it with mortar.

Unsurprisingly, the coup army seems to be well prepared. A floater who drags a starving borough cloth was a urchin, but nothing like the king's capital, Silesier, where it was rough, the corpse rolling and abandoned. A certain order is preserved.

The city's history is ancient, and the great fortress built by the Queen of the Holy Queen of Liliera, Liliera, a thousand and two hundred years ago, to prepare for the Northern Demons, is the foundation.

Some of the giant imperial castles, coliseums and interior walls protruded by several spires seem to still have buildings dating back more than a thousand years to Queen Liliera. It is a metropolitan area where the ancient fortress originated and developed into the capital of the world empire.

That's no way, nobody would have thought to be ruled by the slave emperor.

I had no choice but to bless the floater's child with a copper coin.

At the end of the day, I asked if it was a place where I could stay, but they said, "No."

"Because you burned the city, so did the oilers. Everyone on the roof has been taken by soldiers..."

"Well, I'm sorry."

More than thirty of us in the Resistance are also mistaken for the Army of the Fist King.

Well, I'd be with either one of them from a kid. For the convenience of adults, they're burning the city, and I'm responsible for the devastation of the empire.

I can't help it because not everyone can help me, but I shared the dried meat I had in my nostalgia with my kids.

You think they'll take it if you don't eat it fast, and I ate it bumpy on the spot. I don't even thank you, but I think this is what kids can do.

"I'll show you, let's go closer to Imperial Castle"

That's what Twitter dressed as my village daughter told me, and I'm walking to the center of the Empire.

I saw everywhere the people who got burned out and became vagrants begging, we're dressed as rogue soldiers, so we don't come near for fear.

Should I be fortunate, it means that the army of the Fist Emperor is also doing the atrocities that the people fear?

The Germanian Empire does not call it justice, but vice versa cannot be called justice again. War is like that all the time.

There was another interrogation, and I was bowed my head again "good luck" by a Mohican helmet with bird feathers a little different in design from the one I just had.

I'd love to hear if that helmet is popular, but let's stop it because it's a source of extra trouble.

Through the inner walls, you enter the square in the centre of the city.

Around where I could see a giant imperial castle spire surrounded by a water moat, I could hear the dondo co dondo co and a loud drum.

What, when I approached him wondering if he was doing it at the festival, I witnessed something horrible.

What the hell......

"There's a lot of homo archbishops"

A large crowd of people with leaves on their groins naked, obviously itching, is racing through the city.

A man at the head seems to be clapping on the big drum of a torso length known as Tumblan.

Are all of us hungry folks dancing naked, frivolous but only giddy eyes?

Wooden sticks to make bread, knives, pan lids. Anyway, I'm screaming and dancing indifferently with what's going to be a weapon in my hand.

"Soya, Soya, Soya!

"Huh! Oh, my God! I don't think so!

Listening to the voice of the perverted march, it was unscrupulous.

Old and young men and women of the poor folk, all naked and wearing only leaves, screaming thoughtfully, dancing and walking.

Thus, in the middle of this crazy arch-market, the festival shrine was raised by naked men, on which Archbishop Nicolaus Cardinal, wearing only fig leaves, stood, skipping by and screaming in his mastery.

"Behold, my great goddess Arsama, your devout servants, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That's it again...

The archbishop, wearing silveredge glasses and looking a decent intelligent if silent, seems to begin his grand speech with a totally yippy eye.

From the expected faithful: "Nicolaus! Nicolaus!", Cole is also happening, and the voltage of the masses is rising.

He survived so hard, how did he get back to Imperial City and form a cult group in such a short period of time?

You're too free for a man who was a top executive of the previous regime to lead a popular revolt or something.

"O pious gentlemen, if you have ears to hear, hear this gospel! The Age of Tai Chi! In the days of Adamo and Iba, when the world was created by Arthama, the world was naked! There were no emperors, no nobles, no slaves, and the people of the Origin were equally naked. And Arsama said, O people, take off your wicked clothes, and be a leaf! The time has come to expose the sacred flesh given by Arthama to the sun! There is now a world where all people who believe in Arthama can be equally naked and where those who can and do not have can join hands and share! Ahhh, it is to you naked ahead of the world's followers that the blessings of Arthama pour down!

"Nah, nah, nah, nah..."

With his hands wide open and a trance-like look like something had gotten over him, the folk boiling down stripped and naked in the speech of the archbishop shining the leaves in his groin. I guess whatever the tension is.

Even though some humans fall and die as they are because they dance crazy with thin and faded bodies, the avid folks don't even seem to care.

"Yup... no, Master Gunner. It's a new denomination."

"New denomination? Not cult?

Hellman explains it to me in ears. Glad we disguised ourselves as one another, if Archbishop Homo finds us fanning the mad masses, he could be surrounded and killed.

Surrounded by sweaty, inflexible naked men and crushed to death, it would be the worst way to die. I'm sorry for my mistake, I should have killed Archbishop Nicolaus more than Fried.

"After losing the battle, Archbishop Nicolaus launched a Protestant denomination to bring the world back to the days of Adamo and Iba, using 'Man, Return to Primitivity' as a euphemism. We call taking off our clothes a fag test, and bless the fags who slipped through it."

"It's not entirely cult."

"No, unfortunately, in the heretical Inquisition of the Church of Arthama, the new denomination (homotestant) was recognized as authentic by an opposite majority"

"That monkey organization."

The archdeacons' march began to destroy certain chambers of commerce, guided by Archbishop Nicolaus's finger pointing.

He came out and the angry merchants were beaten down one after the other. The mercenaries employed fled when surrounded by neo-denominations. Naturally, if you're on a decent nerve, you don't want to die fighting a big rally of perverts.

Looking at it, a bag of wheat or rye, which was stored in a warehouse at the Chamber of Commerce, was said by the naked men, "Soya! Sawyer!" and is being transported to a bakery that has been plundered as well.

Apparently, he's going to bake bread for the people.

I see. This is coming with us all. If you keep up with the new denomination, you won't be eaten up.

From above the divine, Archbishop Nicolaus is even more screaming.

"Come on, break down the doors of the Chamber of Commerce warehouse where you are accumulating fraudulent wealth, and put that supplies right and back in the hands of the people! Some say to our new denomination, 'You are usurpers'. But we will never stop walking unless we are given enough food to survive today. We will never stop walking unless we are allowed to rest a heavy body tired of marching in a place with a roof. As long as we are the victims of the terrible atrocities of the Imperial Soldier, we will never stop walking. Yes, we never stop walking. And our steps won't stop until justice by Arthama flows down like river water and justice becomes a powerful rapids!

It was a justification for a tremendous act of looting.

Arthama, is this a good idea? Archbishop Nicolaus will be the new queen, Liliera.

"It is not that I do not know here today that the people who have survived so many trials and ordeals are among you. Those who have come out of the small cells of the prison are also among you. Some slaves were beaten with sticks by their husbands for their pursuit of freedom. Some of the poor have been deprived of everything to the reign of the Empire. You are an angry people with an experience of hunger and suffering. Why don't we continue our march with the conviction that unjust suffering will be remedied by Arthama"

Wheat plundered from the Chamber of Commerce is burned in a cauldron of plundered bakeries to become brand-new bread and distributed to the people.

Archbishop Nicolaus, who is inciting the plunder, is also terrible, but this is also the result of the war I fought, I should not turn a blind eye.

This is the horror of the festival, Archbishop Nicolaus, who looked as divine as something had gotten over, laughing and watching as the food was given to a lean and fading people.

The person organizing the act of pillage looks full of charity.

Drinking up the water offered to the naked little boy, wearing only leaves, humbly listed as "sweet dew, sweet dew," the divine usurper continued to cry out his dreams and ideals by raising an ank in heaven that shined in silver.

"I want to tell you all. We face difficulties today and tomorrow, but I still have dreams. It is a dream that Adamo and Iba had in the beginning!

"I have a dream. It is the dream that one day the sons of the former slaves and the sons of the former nobles will eat the same bread at the same table as their naked brothers, in a restaurant with the red carpet of the Imperial Hotel"

"I have a dream. It is the dream that one day Nortmarc, full of burning with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be reborn into a paradise of freedom and justice"

"I have a dream. It is the dream that one day, all discrimination will be abolished and we will live in a country valued not by race or gender differences but by our abilities themselves"

Oh, you subtly mixed your own aspirations at the end.

Archbishop Nicolaus shouted, waving his fist and his voice withering.

"Today, I have a dream. And now that dream is about to come true, the gates of the merchant's treasury, where the wrongful accumulation took place, are opened, and the man of slavery remains naked and emperor, today, given enough food, to the righteous gentlemen because he is poor! That's right, we're free! There's nothing left to hold us back from anymore! Ah, I thank Arthama. We're absolutely free now!

When Archbishop Nicolaus shouted Freedom, the excitement of a naked folk with melameras and burning pine lights reached its peak.

The bare large crowd screams, "Freedom!" "I'm free!" "Freedom!" and spreads. The enthusiasm was so hot and bitter that it didn't even matter that we were about to be swallowed up, it just didn't cover the Empire City.

On that occasion, those who screamed Arthama's name, took off their clothes and joined the crowd also continued.

If we go with this momentum, the day will be near when the Empire will be filled with a fag with a single leaf.

Hey, Arthama, isn't this just so bad?

Leaving Archbishop Homo alone like this could turn Real Fantasy into Freedom Fantasy.

In the first place, why does Arthama Church approve of this...