Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Hundreds of years later, a mother and daughter lived in a land where a castle called the Ebony Circle would be built.

My mother's name is Beatrice.

Dasktum, who continues to love and love God frantically, invited the evil gods to the Brewers at the price of countless lives, imprisoning even God and giving him a son.

The act, the spirit. And you can't help but be seduced, its pungent appearance. Everything that makes her up deserves to be called a rare evil girl.

My daughter's name is Verga.

A young girl characterized by burning flaming redheads. The eyes are inhabited by a powerful force of will that should be said even to be the ruler of the birth, not succumbing to anyone.

Despite its youthfulness. No, only because I'm young.

Slutty, lewd and seductive. And then, disloyal. The backwardness that makes me think of the childish demigod as beautiful doubles my charm again.

The most beautiful and, at the same time, most horrible mother and daughter in this world.

But being a mother and daughter, what you do is no different from the public.

Even now, in order to put her daughter to bed, her mother told her story and made her listen.

"- Thus I am, your father. I invited Master Dasktum into this world."

"Whatever you ask, it's a great story."

In a somewhat tongueless tone, Verga praises her mother.

Beatrice, lying down with him, smiled too lusciously to describe him as the Mother of Mercy, and received it.

The love nest of Dasktum and Beatrice set in the basement. Hundreds of years later, the Great Mage (Arch Mage), the Empress and the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) will be seen together. But now the Verga Empire still has no shards, only a temple in the future imperial capital to celebrate the evil god Dasktum.

Verga shimmers her eyes as she lays on that bed with less than a meter of limbs. Lovely, dirty girl. Doesn't make me feel drowsy at all.

At the beginning of my mother and father's taming, that's what I hear, over and over again, as ridiculous as it gets to count.

Still, Verga talked to my mother every time.

If it's normal - aside from how qualified this parent and child is to call themselves normal - I don't think of overcoming the hedges of man and God, no matter how impatient they may be.

Even the young Verga can tell that much.

Nevertheless, the beloved mother did not hesitate, breaking through the hedge.

Its spirituality is wonderful. No matter how many times I hear it, I can't stop being excited. My chest feels so bad.

"But, you know, your father got angry because he called you so hard."

It was tough then, says Beatrice with his hands on his cheek. You seem very happy to remember that time.

If we were to interpret it from a general point of view, that would hit "curse," but, of course, it was not a situation that could be done with a great deal of words.

Dasktum God's absence. That's a major incident where the balance of power between good and evil can fall apart.

The suspicious demon recruited it, in fact, it was a one-touch situation......

"That's why I took you to this room to serve you sincerely."

I don't mind such circumstances.

Service - physically approaching, caged the spirit, and boned God out.

It's easy in words, but God is easy, but it can't be left behind. What the hell you did must have been riddled with mystery and repeated a different ritual, it was decided by the later world......

"If I win, you bet so you can call me by name, or you can inspire that guy's pride, and you can narrow the distance."

"Hmm. I don't know what kind of battle it is, no matter how many times I ask"

"It's still a hundred years early for Verga."

I mean, get to pleasure.

And it is inevitable that the interaction between God and man becomes paranormal.

In spite of her mother and daughter's bedroom, mossy, everywhere on the wall there are traces of blood, testimony to this is the apparatus that Yut turned away from not wanting to know what to use, such as chains, metal rings, and fire sticks.

"But you don't learn when you need it, you lose it late"

"It's okay, she's my daughter. If you need it, instinct will tell."

"I see. That's reassuring."

Innocent, innocent, slutty.

Verga, which embodies that contradiction, is indescribably fascinating.

As my mother, Beatrice, says, I must not need a specific cage manifold or anything like that.

"For the purpose, do not choose the means. It's important to keep trying until you succeed."

"That's right. That's what matters."

"If my mother hadn't challenged me in the spirit of immortality, I wouldn't have had a concubine. You should have told me your mother was good to you."

"Well, I'm glad to hear it."

An impressed Beatrice hugs her beloved daughter.

Dasktum God returns to heaven as soon as possible, and if Verga grows, Beatrice decides to follow him as well. The wise Verga word is a testament to the approaching day of travel.

I couldn't help but hug him.

So I think about it after he's gone.

"Verga pushes harder and harder when you have someone you like."

"More and more"

"More and more."

Embraced by Beatrice's busty chest, Verga scoffed at her mother's words.

Central breakthrough to stupidity.

The words of my mother, who succeeded in doing so, do make sense...

"But your father would have been repulsed at first, too? Too strong is not a bad idea."

"It's okay. Instead, we'll have to do it first."

"is on."

"is on."

A blow to the encounter.

That would certainly have an impact.

But is that all you can win?

For example, yes. In addition, how about claiming ownership?

Even if I can't be honest with you at first, if you keep telling me how you feel about this one, I'm sure you'll be relieved. At least, my mother Beatrice, that's how she dropped God. Why don't people resist?

"If you feel destined, let's take it to marital status immediately."

Later, the teachings will be faithfully executed.

if the great sorcerer who was finally hit was listening to this parent-child conversation...... would be to talk courteously about the right man and woman socializing. No, in the end, it was going to end up just deepening despair without being able to do anything.

As far as romance is concerned, there can be no legitimate advice, no pleading, no reaching.

"Right. Because you're my daughter. There's no such thing as a man who can't fall."

"Hmm. But I think that's boring too..."

Verga's slutty beauty doesn't capture and let the men go like a spider's nest. Not even if Verga wanted it, all the men of the world would kneel down and whisper words of love.

But that's not funny.

The charm of Verga caging a man - or even a woman - as he wishes. But it's not something she herself was aware of. Therefore, I was not interested in the men who flocked like they were invited by moth lights.

Naturally to be loved. Verga wants to love you.

Modern like my mother, special like my father. Now, those who are not interested in themselves.

Her ideals are high and steep.

But Verga was convinced to meet that ideal.

"It would be a loss in the world, such as the failure of a man to appear worthy of a woman like a concubine"

"Right. I'll show up. A man of fate."

"Hmmm......"

Beatrice's kind words.

The moment I responded to it, as if the battery had died, Verga fell asleep.

She is depressed and her red hair is still flaky and touching her cheeks more than red balls.

Beatrice smiled as she finished it.

"Well...... You have no choice."

And all this time, with the expression of a loving mother, he futons his beloved daughter, who sleeps easily.

The ideal man for Verga to patrol.

I don't know what kind of man that is...

"Be prepared. My daughter is devastating all the way."

At least, Verga won't spare any effort to get it in his hands.

That certainty is correct, hundreds of years from now, will be proven.