Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

There was a group northwest of the Kingdom of Raidia, northbound on the streets connecting the Lux territories from the territory of Vildanes.

Constructed by hundreds of soldiers, that group forms an undisturbed line to show the level of sophistication that has accumulated, walking wide streets as if they were ours.

Moreover, the horseback riding squad leading up to it was flying a number of large flags with the War Axe crest on them, as if to boast of whose group it belonged.

The people who saw the flag were in awe, stopping at the edge of the road without a coarse phase, and dropping their heads deep from the horseback riding squad toward an internationally conspicuous luxurious carriage that proceeded a little late.

Surrounded by the walls of an international thick soldier, its carriage was encircled by magic, even at times when the sun was setting, only there in a light as if it were midday.

At the heart of such a disgusting march, the man was in the cabin equipped for the carriage.

Worship name Feld Vildanes, the man who was given the title of “Warrior” by the five nobles alone.

Contrary to the harshness of the title, the man, with an ugly head like a double chin frog and a tight, enlarged body, had plenty of time to reach his destination, swooping around the room with a glass of seats that were supposed to be for multiple people.

"Damn, you lux guy... every meeting, call me to myself... Sometimes I just have to remember that I'm coming..."

In a room with no one but himself, Feld whines about his dissatisfaction with a man with the title of "brave man" who is a companion and an accomplice to betrayal.

"You always push all the trouble... when it comes to their treatment of the eagles..."

Feld always felt that he was only seen one step down among the five people who should be equal, not only to be called once a month to remote Lux territory, but also to be pressed into a role that was not tasty due to the hassle involved.

And it was Feld's routine to spit out accumulated discontent in the carriage every month that he could not say in front of him.

"Even in the role of capturing the Demons... from gathering troops to operations... throw them all in the eagle... I told you more about what you were going to do with it."

Once you mouth your dissatisfaction, another dissatisfaction overflows through its mouth like you cut a weir.

Normally, the frustration was eliminated by hitting the accompanying mistress, but this time it was a sudden call and I couldn't prepare it, and Feld just makes me get frustrated.

"That's not all, that immortal secret such as God's blessing... don't you ever come to me just for some reason...! Damn!"

Feld, whose frustration reached a critical point due to the dissatisfaction he spat himself, slammed his seat hard.

It sounds loud enough to be heard outside the carriage.

"Or, my lord!? What have you done!?

"Nothing! Move on!"

"Yes! Excuse me!

He opens a small window equipped with the one who notices its sound and vibration and cares, but as soon as the feld drinks it, he closes the small window and returns to the steering of the horse.

"Damn... dude always this guy... But watch now...... I will never end up in this position... None of them... this country..."

Feld moves his body to twist his ugly, fat abdomen, looking out the window at the sky, where the sun has completely fallen and darkened.

Feld Vildanes was once only the eldest brother of a third-rate nobleman who was allowed to participate in an honorable force in a way that was compassionate.

Now that we are in a position so high that we cannot imagine it from our former dwarf, we can get everything we want, both gold and women.

And springs up his own further ambitions in two in his chest. Ambition to bring down the other four and keep this country in hand, too.

"I need a better handkerchief to do that...... A handkerchief like that girl..."

With that said, Feld remembered the stage of that martial arts tournament finals.

She was originally the daughter of two young civilians who showed great talent over anyone in her generation in that place to boast of nobility's power.

One of them immediately found out that he was a student at Lux College, and took all the steps to get into his own hands, but the other one had not even been able to grasp the footprint because all the information that had been registered was false.

"You were lucky to be able to pull one crack right in. If the counter-institutionals had caught my eye, I might have been in trouble..."

Initially, it was meant to be properly used and crushed in the troops at the end before being sacrificed to such people, but the confirmation of its righteous appearance up close again had given rise to a different idea in its heart.

"Besides, that girl... it might be better to keep her close than crush her... whoops..."

With his eyes on the night sky, where the stars are beginning to see, Feld floats behind his brain the figure of a Rin blonde girl who has just graduated from college.

That talent played out in the finals has so much potential in the future that even Liza's...... no, Lux's martial arts are beyond.

It may also be interesting to keep such a talented young woman on your side as your own escort, and mistress.

Fortunately, Anima has given us the tools to facilitate daily chores, starting with medicines that manipulate people as they please. There is no such thing as putting a young woman in your hand.

Before the other four could find her, it must have been a revelation for her to win.

With that in mind, when it overflowed with covetousness from the edge of Feld's mouth,

"Noooo!!

The carriage stopped abruptly and Feld let the giant flutter loudly in the room.

"Hey! Why did you stop!

Feld yells at the closed window.

In order to reach Lux territory, we plan to stay for a few nights in the noble mansion on its way, but only the night sky and the forests along the streets, as well as our own private soldiers, are spreading out the windows.

It was clear from the carriage that we had not yet arrived at the Inn this evening.

"also, sorry...... someone was nodding on the street in progress......"

"Nod...? Who!? Such a big idiot!!

It's not just an escort, it's soldiers who brought them all the way here to boast of their own authority.

Feld gives a surprise look to its ugly face when it is hard to believe that there are hundreds of its elites and those who do not give way in front of the stamped crest.

"Well, that's... apparently a young woman..."

"Young woman......? Are you alone?

Feld changes his expression when he hears the word young woman.

"Yes, it seems so. From the point of view of her personality, she also looks like a playgirl..."

"Hmmm... right... All right, I just wanted someone to play with to kill my spare time. Bring him in!

"Ri, got it! Hey! Somebody get that woman! Your Eminence wants it!

An ordained man from Feld shouts toward a line of cavalry ahead.

The cavalry that took its life pushes each other into trouble for you to go.

And the last man to pull the poverty lottery descends from the horse to the ground, reluctantly and so on, and rushes to the woman nodding forward.

"Hey! The woman there! My lord duke wants you! Get over here!

And speak to its back in a violent tone.

But there is no reply, and the woman remains still-numbered to pray for something.

"Ha... Damn..."

A man sighs loudly and moves closer to the woman.

When I approached the point where I could clearly see the woman in the dark, the man breathed in the beauty that I could see only behind her.

And a young, beautiful woman had only a little sympathy for what would be the comfort of that perverted father from now on.

"Hey, are you listening!? Your Excellency says you're here!

Speak up again as the soldier roars around to the front of the woman.

I sympathize, but I can't help it because it's an order, and then a man leans on the woman even more, thinking that maybe he'll get a spill later.

"Is that... is that an order you're giving me?

As the man approached just about two meltles away, the woman who had previously pierced her silence reacted for the first time.

Without even being bound by a whispering little voice, it clearly reached the man's ear and had a comfortable feeling that echoed directly into his brain.

"Hmm? Oh yeah...... Look at that crest. The Lord Duke of Vildanes has ordered me to do so."

"Yes... Vildanes... the first sacrifice..."

Whimpering as a woman confirms the name.

"Come on, Duke, put it on! That's disrespectful, sir!

"Disrespect, haha! That's ridiculous! Ha-ha-ha!

Against a woman who suddenly started laughing, the man feels creepy and lags a little behind.

"And just come on! Or do you want to feel painful!?

I don't want to deal with such a strange woman any more.

When the man who thought about it reached out to force him to take him with his hand on the sword he put on his hip--

"You idiot... there's only one person in the world I can command..."

Stand up slowly as the woman softens her dark green hair to the night breeze.

A woman in an upright state smiles invincibly at its righteous face and sticks her hand out toward the man.

At about the same time, a short horn growing from the woman's head appeared in the man's eyes.

"Ki, you! Ma... ku..."

A man who recognizes a woman as a demon tries to pull out his hips sword at once.

But the man's gaze instantly nailed to its valley as his chest opened clothes and rich double hills jumped into its sight, which he could not see in a noose.

"Ha... a man is a real idiot..."

Magical particles like the scaly powder of a poison moth are emitted from the hand of a protruding woman, along with words spun to the point of being spoiled. It is the magic of a dreamer who rules and destroys the spirits of others.

"Huh! Maho... Ugh...! Heh...!

A man in the dark night with his whole body surrounded by suspiciously brilliant particles begins to suffer.

A man remembers the feeling that control of his body is gradually taken away by someone who is not himself, but no matter how much he scratches, he does not escape that control.

What a man is relative to is a dreamer who dedicates himself to the fallen madness (aye) directed against just one man and has no mercy whatsoever for anyone else.

At a time when I had even a slight passion for that figure, the fate of the man had been determined.

"Now let's start Genesis…"

In a pleasant hazy consciousness as if falling asleep, the last thing a man perceived was a mixed voice with a strong enemy heart and trance.