Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

A giant piston is spinning in the cylinder, which makes up the demonic guidance engine by making a noisy noise.

According to your description of the guide, Christoph, it seems to be a mechanism for converting stored magic and turning the outer ring attached to the hull for acceleration.

A little surprised. Although it has not yet been invented by Screw Propeller, it means it has the technical skills of an early steam sailboat. To be honest, it was an unexpected technical ability for me to estimate the civilization of this world to the extent of the Middle Ages to recent times.

"Since we're talking about using magic to accelerate or attack speed, I thought I'd put a golem rower on the bottom of the ship and row oars all at once, or even release wind magic toward the mast."

That's why I turned to you, Christoph, with a boy's face showing off his prized treasure, and I laughed bitterly at the first childish prediction that came to mind when I heard 'Magic Sailboat'.

"That's just not it, is it? No, there actually seemed to be some such attempts at dawn, but it seemed to be inefficient to take a place or the sorcerer was wiped out at a fiercely early stage"

With a clear grin, Mr. Christoph politely explains this ignorance without making a fool of himself. By the way, the two of us, the Life Capital and the Seventh Eve, are watching this one a little farther apart.

"Really? Christoph, you're an expert, aren't you? I'm ashamed that I'm neglectful of these things... sorry to bother you"

"No, because my knowledge is a classroom taught by my father and school, and it's just a street trip, so if it's true, it's not a great thing to say."

There is a trick to answer that way in a way that coupled with the original aesthetic shape very much tickles the maternal instinct. It's not that it's weak, it's a combination of masculinity, and the escort is perfect... no, no, I guess this is pretty personal and hot.

I guess that kind of inner appeared on your face, Christoph, and you asked me back in surprise.

"- Um, what is it?

"No. Christophe, I was impressed because you are so humble and gentleman. It must be the attention of the ladies in your country."

Mouth whatever you want so you don't dislike it as much as possible.

"... what do you think? I've never really cared about that, and cadet school is full of guys, but it's easier for me to be stupid with my friends."

"Oh, what a waste...... or is anyone nice?

"Yes, no, there's no such woman. True!"

For some reason, Christopher, I insist in a resolute tone.

"Really? That's surprising. Exactly -"

I was speechless beyond that. Because all of a sudden there was a vibration poking up from my feet and the hull of the Beluga jumped hugely.

"Yikes!

I'm about to collapse because I was completely alarmed.

"- Hey?! Are you okay?

There was no shock I was prepared for, and instead I heard your voice in my ear, Christoph.

Christopher stopped me when I was about to fall. [M] I let myself go and thanked him, dogged by the unexpectedly broad, worked-out chest feel.

"Thank you. Thanks to you, it helped. - But what's the shock?

"Come on. This area is a sea of terrain, so did you get up on the rocky reef?"

Exchange words in the light of each other. I could hear the crew screaming from nowhere, as they answered our questions.

"A pirate! A pirate raid! Place everyone!!

"It's the Red Sail Pirates in the example report! Magic Engine, do your best!

I accidentally looked at you and Christoph. [M]

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"I don't know if it's the Imperial Navy, but I'm not gonna let it get any bigger in my waters."

The tentative flagship "Red One Number (Testarotta)" of the "Red Sail Pirates", captain - also has cancer.

In fact, the colonial state of the Gravior Empire, Inyulia, which is transformed into his puppet.

The contents of a top-secret document that arrived at the Führer's office - in the name of an emergency inspection, when the Imperial Navy's elite demon-led fleet received reports of an upcoming visit, almost top-up, he took a courageous pirate fleet with him to carry out a complex ambush in this place where the rocks and currents meet.

"Sir, I doubt it."

As she manipulated the steering wheel on the deck, she turned to her superior mood, and asked the girl with the small user head standing behind her.

"If you don't bother to use the Red One Number (Testarotta) or the White Whale (Kaiteio) to carry an ambush with you an old-fashioned fleet, how can you be a single blow to a warship?

With the strongest sword and armor, but purposefully to match the opponent's mound, to beat each other with bare hands but to behave as if, in contrast to the girl twisting her neck with an inexplicable look, Thigh Cancer shook her head violently with a face that looked like she had chewed the bitter bug together.

"Ahhh! I don't like it, this is why I don't understand the romance of a woman nya man. What's the point of a victory like that promised made race!? It's five and five minutes for each other, crossing each other with wisdom, courage and guts that make you a man of the sea!

"Ha... I'm also willing to lack fairness at the stage of plundering the opponent's information and setting up a lightning bolt in advance to ambush him..."

In response to the girl's biggest question, thigh cancer tenses her chest without looking bad.

"That's okay, that's right. The conditions are the same because it's a rush, including Lahein. Same thing. It's like" Pirate Duel "where you cross with a knife. You know" Pirate Duel "? It's a duel where you tie your left wrist to each other with a leather string and fight with just a knife in your right hand. Continue until one of you is fighting dies or succumbs - here we go, pirate! This is a man's fight."

Girl gazing cold at her hot talking husband. I wouldn't do anything stupid like a regular pirate, that's what my eyes were talking about.

Between the two fleets, which also approached in the meantime, the battle lid had been cut and dropped. First, there will be rewards for flying tools - stone bows, crossbows, bows and arrows, etc.

Fire arrows fly, cannons roar, magic flames and ice chunks run through the universe.

"- My ally," Spring is the Best, "I broke it. The crew seems desperate. Likewise," Woody One "is broken, and the crew's safety is unknown."

Scratch an ill-fitted head over the turban in the inexorable war situation of one ally after another.

"Isn't that one-sided? What the fuck, those guys!?"

"Well, this is what regular army opponents are like, because it's originally a collection of people who came under their husbands to smoke sweet juice? The equipment, the morale, the level of training are wrong."

"... you know what?"

No body or lid, but it's all true, so there's something to snort about.

"Hey, hey, I'll get the enemy general, I'll leave the rest to the vice president. - Where are the others?

"I've decided to stay on board. You can't be standing in a place like this where you don't know when a stray bullet will fly."

"Are you an idiot, you are," he just said, thigh cancer pointing his mouth.

"... you're here."

"Yeah, because I have just the right amount of bullets in front of me. If your husband is gone, you will return to the ship immediately."

"... you don't really think you're my husband, do you?

"No way! That's an inferior reckoning, sir."

Whatever the expression was, it was not the same as it was for my husband.

"Well, whatever. Horn to horn, the general of the enemy seems to be the archduke of the empire, if you take this guy hostage, there will be plenty of ransom. If we're good, we'll make Inyulia look just like me, stand out and make it mine... no, it's not good."

I understand that it is the role vested in him to dominate the northern region from the back in the first place, balancing power, and even in the present situation it is deviant. Originally, it would be a good idea to strike a quick escape without standing up for the Empire's regular army. Without having to do with winning or losing this battle, I would undoubtedly be subject to some kind of sanction.

"But if only the sea man could think about tomorrow!

Screaming for the ocean. Cancer.

"Is it another usual seizure"

Untie and pass the reins of his horseman, which he has prepared on the deck, even though he cuts them off just as he is accustomed to.

"Whoa, whoa. - Come on, let's go!

The thigh cancer straddled the refreshment and the horseman, pulling the reins and diving to the sea at once.

A large water splash rises and, after a few seconds of diving, rises to sea level.

It appears to be the flagship of the enemy fleet at full speed, and advances with a large guided sailboat.

"Well, let me show you the skill of the Imperial Regular Army!

With a cheer, Thigh Cancer quickly jumped into the flagship's nose with a one-handed long sword (hanger) in one hand and a one-handed long sword (hanger) in one hand to remove stray bullets and bows and arrows that came down from time to time.