Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

In anticipation of the post-war processing having subsided, he decided to head out to the outer leaf outhouse where Eliza and the others lived.

Conrad, the old emperor, was wounded in the battle against Dyson.

Through the depressed trees of the small garden, on the edge of the outhouse, Zitter was ringing a polon polon and a string.

When I look at my face that came, my face that seemed boring gets puckered and bright.

"Hey."

"Mr. Gunner, you came!

"... Mr. Gunner?

"Yes, thank you again for helping His Highness Elizabeth this time"

Thank you is good. Thanks a lot, but you, you've already duly witnessed who I am.

Twitter's reaction is not his attitude toward the brave or the Silesier royalty.

"Hey, Twitter, what am I?"

"Whatever you say, it's Mr. Gunner, isn't it?"

That... Right now, I'm wearing regular clothes. You were with me where I was fighting as a brave man. Why is Mr. Gunner waving the sword of a brave man and commanding the Silesier army?

I talked to Twitter a little bit and realized she wasn't joking, and I was in a war.

He looked unfloated, rumored to have won the next fight as well. Apparently it was because I was having difficulty navigating to think of a new song to glorify Silesier's brave.

Seeing my face, I began to say that I would write a song with reference to it because I had an image of a brave man. That's why I'm the brave Silesier!

This guy, while working as the only accompaniment to the Crown Granddaughter, hasn't really seen anything, and hasn't thought about anything.

Is there only music on your mind?

"Oh, okay. Forget it."

"Yes?"

I'm tilting my little neck, Zitter.

"No, that's enough. Just stay with me."

"No. If I talk, nothing will come out of me."

I'm not dictating, I'm scared.

To his natural Twitter opponent, he said, 'Actually, you were Silesier's brave man!' Like, it was a mistake to expect a Mido Huangmen development.

I'm too ashamed to explain myself that I'm a brave man or a king general. Let it go now.

"By the way, where's Eliza"

"I will stay inside, I will never leave the Emperor's bed."

I guess so. Though I have retained my life, the condition of His Majesty Conrad, who has placed a heavy burden on my old body, is not fragrant.

I thought I'd pay my respects too, His Majesty Conrad lying on a large, wheelchair-shaped sleeping table at the window when I walked into the building.

And next to them were Eliza and Archbishop Nicolaus, who would see Conrad.

"Nicolaus, why are you here?"

"Because I'm a saint with a brave Conrad."

That's why, no.

I don't even remember inviting you back to the palace like this, but how did you get in?

"Hey Nicolaus. The site of the outer leaf outhouse is also part of the Silesier's rear palace at first. Maybe we live here together."

"Yes. When I came in, no one told me no."

It just seems like a bad joke to me, but the priesthood of the Church of Arthama is very respected by the people.

If he is also under the Archbishop of the Church of Arthama, he is not a man of the kingdom. The men's forbidden rear palace is grand, and they'll let you in on a free pass.

If you don't know this guy in perverted mode, the usual Nicolaus, dressed in a lavish archbishop's monastic uniform, will never look like a young saint in the venerable or ardent Church of Arthama.

But putting it through is too weak for the security of the rear palace. It's not a good idea to have a man in my castle who doesn't think he's on my side.

"Uh, I get it now. Enough is enough, but how long are you going to sit here?"

"If we lose the power of the brave now, His Majesty Conrad's life is in danger. Even if I look like this, I'm a healing magic authority. [M] I think it will help with the treatment, while not extending."

Um, is that all you had to say? Regardless of sexuality, only strength is Nicolaus also the finest saint. When it comes to treatment in this world where there are no doctors, we can only rely on pharmacists or rely on the power of the clergy.

I'm also a little worried about a guy living with me away from only Twitter and Eliza just because a maid from the street is coming.

Eliza will grieve if Emperor Conrad dies, so let's just take a big look this time.

In a way, I decided to miss it because no man would be as safe as Archbishop Homo.

"It's time," Nicolaus said, giving Conrad a little spiritual water in his mouth before beginning to do the restorative magic.

Conrad's body, which fought a fierce battle that shrunk his life even further where he was busy and his life was running out, is hard to heal with ordinary sacred magic.

Because restorative magic (healing) is only 'restitution'. Injuries and illnesses cannot be cured, but aging cannot be cured. On the contrary, if you apply it to an old man whose lifeblood is running out, it can accelerate the debilitation.

Nicolaus is trying to heal himself.

You seem to be treating me seriously, so let's just leave it at that. This is not something I can do. There is nothing else left to the experts.

Looking at the treatment like that, Eliza rubs over here and pulls my sleeve quick. Lie back and tilt your face wondering if you have something to say. Then Eliza stretched out her spine and whispered in her ear.

"Dear Takel, Thank you very much for your extraordinary consideration. How can I thank you for your grandfather?"

"Eliza, you say you don't need to thank me for what I did..."

Even though she's only an eight-year-old girl, Eliza gets stiff as soon as she's left alone. I desperately try to stretch out and play adult. That's temperament.

Being politely thankful would be commendable, but I don't like that a bit.

She is the grandson of Emperor Germania, the last remaining blood clan. Either way, they will be regarded as Germanian emperors without refusal.

Kids can't choose where they're born, they grow up in different environments. But that's why I want you to do a normal kid about where you left Germania.

I can imitate adults as much as I want when I grow up. The world of cruelty is fifteen years old and adult, the time a child can be a child is short.

I hope Eliza will be distracted too, because I only look like a little girl to you as an adult. Can't we be relieved?

"… are children, like children"

"Yeah, you know exactly what I mean. Eliza can still do the kids because I'm responsible for doing the adults. Children deserve to be protected. If you want to say thank you, just say thank you and don't push it."

I hugged Eliza's little shoulder and stroked her blue platinum blonde hair. I accidentally did that because I seemed to miss her floating smile so much.

Then Eliza, who made me bring my head to my chest, killed my voice and started crying.

Without knowing why I would cry in the old days, it would have been mundane, but now I can read about the air because I'm used to treating kids too.

This kid must have been so uptight all along. Even though it's still small.

"Dear Takel..."

"Fine, just do that for a while. Whatever you want, you can cry."

When I joke and say that, I feel the power coming out of Eliza's shoulder, which was stretched out, and I'm horrified, too. He's relieved me a little.

This is a homeland, and I guess Eliza has a lot of hard times not counting on anyone. She's not as relaxed as Twitter.

I hope you'll at least make friends close to your age as a child, but I'm in the dawn of war, too, so I don't have time to make you hang out.

I'll introduce you to someone while I'm at the royal castle. When it comes to us, the maid is too grown up, so is it good around slave girls?

Eliza is smart, so even a little older girls should be able to get along with each other equally.

"I won't scream, your grandfather is asleep too... But can I borrow your breasts for a while?"

"Oh, I don't mind. Even my unreliable breasts won't be as handkerchief."

I'll tell you first because Eliza seems to care about getting her clothes dirty.

Oh man, I wonder why things are so hard to say, but I can't help it.

Eliza has lived in the Imperial Palace since she was a little girl, forcing her granddaughter to behave in the cramped manner she deserves.

You're only eight, if you think it's about two or three years of elementary school in the original world, it's pathetic.

I wonder how old I was when I was about Eliza. I guess I was hanging out with my nose hanging out, with little thought.

I hope this kid can live easier too, sweetening to the adults around him just a little bit longer.

If I thought so and sighed, an epic (mellow) song came from behind.

Behind us, Twitter gently plays the strings with his delicate fingertips, playing a pale melody.

"Twitter, what are you doing?"

"I thought it was a good vibe, and it's moody. We work for musicians"

I'm telling you what I really screwed up about. I just have to laugh bitterly at Twitter, who plays with a full smile and looks like he's having fun.

Couscous and I started laughing like Eliza couldn't stand it in my chest. I get invited out, too, and it blows.

Sure, Zitter does his job right. She's a dumb daughter who doesn't look very older than me, but she's a courtroom musician with difficult qualities.

The brightness of Zitter's nature is Eliza's salvation.

"Oh my God, Mr. Louise is gone"

Sharon comes to me in a hurry.

Louise, who is my direct knight, is given a room in the royal castle, but not always in the castle.

She is also the head of an entire corps of prostitutes who have become quite a large area, so she often goes out on that job.

Were you lying down because of the fatigue you accumulated and the wounds you were hit by the dragon maiden (dragon maid) arr, but you jumped out as soon as you got better?

"If it's Louise, it's a camp for the brave army, or even around the king's realm."

"But I left this note in my room and my gear."

I was running to Louise's room when I read the letter I wrote.

On a beautifully furnished bed are left the "Great Sword of Orihalcon" and the "Armor of Orihalcon" I gave her.

Louise's letter is very simple.

Lost the battle, I don't deserve my knight. I'll give you back your Orihalcon gear, just some. It's too easy, I don't know what you're trying to say.

"Sharon, do you know where Louise went?"

Sharon, shake his head.

I haven't been that far. The entry and exit of people from the Wang capital are checked by soldiers, and secret detectives (scouts) patrol for defense, so if there's any unusual movement, you'll know.

"Get me Neneca"

I don't know how Louise feels about going. I just have to be able to find it by a secret detective.

I was stunned to think I didn't know anything about Louise, even though we had been dating for a long time.

Louise's whereabouts, I knew immediately.

Nothing. She was not out of the royal castle. I was just returning to my parents' Carlson house.

The Carlson family is the building block of the martial family since the founding of the Kingdom of Silesier. The Carlson family is a prestigious creator of knights and generals and also serves as a royal swordsman for generations.

Speaking of Silesier's royalty, I refer to Carlson Stream Swordsmanship. To that end, Louise's home was a splendid mansion with a large swordsmanship dojo.

"Louise was a real lady."

If you look up, it's a splendid two-story building. In a building about the same as the Sado Chamber of Commerce and the company house, a large vacant lot adjacent to it seems to be a dojo. When I say swordsmanship dojo, I imagine a Japanese style dojo between boards, but the Western style is different on its own.

They have a large pile of whole Tai standing in an empty space surrounded by stone walls, waving their swords toward it and working out.

In a large vacant lot, nearly a hundred young people are waving their swords against standing trees as they scream.

The large grounds include stables and stables, and a practice tool called Spear (Quintaine), which pokes a shield mounted on a horizontal tree without rushing over from the horse.

On the other side of the spearheaded horizontal tree hangs a sandbag, which is an interesting trick that if you are slow to spike your shield, you will be slapped by a sandbag that has been spinning all the way around.

There is not only swordsmanship, but also full-scale training in equestrian martial arts and bowing. It was like a general training center to become a knight.

There are many generals of Silesier from the Carlson stream, both of whom are fluids. The training facility was busy buried everywhere at the gatekeeper.

I just don't have any interpersonal training students like I imagined. Interpersonal training is probably dangerous because the weapon you're using is a real iron sword, even though the blade is crushed for practice.

Thinking about it, is it just training to deal with pillars, straw dolls and spears?

I wonder if using bamboo knives and Kendo protective equipment would also allow me to train people safely. No, that's what you came here for today.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

"Uh..."

As I roamed through the dojo as a suspicious rounder, came a majestic, magnificent master who had coached the young until just now.

The tall teacher with his redhead's total hair, his red beard, stored in his mouth and his practice sword protruding to the ground and smiling gently is a simple black road outfit.

I'm just not the same color as a practitioner in a white road outfit, and it doesn't make a difference in my outfit, but I act like a stand-up with no gaps even in response to a run. I can tell you're different.

Perhaps this man is the lord of the dojo.

"I'm Jerome Carlson, and my daughter's looking after you."

"Oh, Louise's parents."

The profoundly bowed swordsmanship teacher was the Carlson family owner, Jerome Carlson.

Though it is shaped by the chaos following the coup, it is also the official master of swordsmanship of the Silesier royal family and the Silesier nobility that is subversive of the status of associate baron. I think I knew my face from the beginning.

"My lord... My daughter is stuck in the back as soon as she gets home, shall I call you?"

"No, I'm better off."

"I will now show you to your daughter's room"

"I'm sorry, Sir Jerome, I'm in training."

Guided by Jerome, it passes between the back of the Carlson family.

Inside the building, it was a normal home just large. There's not enough sense of life, or there's nothing extra. Just a whole lot of interior. Even though it's a junior who doesn't have territory, it's qualitative for a family that can be listed by nobility.

"Louise, His Excellency the King is here!

In front of the door between the back that it was Louise's room, there was a rattling noise inside as Jerome knocked and raised his wild voice.

But wait a while and the door won't open.

I wonder if it's pulling.

Louise suddenly went home to her parents and wondered what she wanted to do.

"Hmm, I guess I can come in on my own"

"My lord, if I may say so... I don't know anything about my daughter"

Me and Jerome laughed bitterly when we looked at each other.

You don't even know your real father, but you don't know what Louise's thinking to me.