Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"... Lord"

in a room with a blurry light of spiritual stones.

Long stretching male and female shadows on stone walls filled with joints with lacquer.

There was a woman and a boy laying on a luxurious bedroom (bed) with a lid.

When I was 17 when I was a woman, though. I'm only about two years old away from the boy who lays it together. If you don't compare it to a boy, you're old enough to describe it as a girl without discomfort.

Escalis Meermill, a desert country.

Many of the humans living in this country have brown skin and dark hair, in addition to which they have characteristic red ball eyes.

But the appearance of the two people here was different from the human characteristics of this country.

The boy's hair color is black, but his eyes are not red. That's black as hair. If you peek into your eyes, the iris is a shinobi color (hazel), but it would not hurt to simply describe it as black.

Although it is tanned, it is not even brown, and if it is strongly expressed, it has a skin color that can be described as yellowish cream color.

On the other hand, to the girl, it is so different that she may well say that she is nothing like a human being in this country.

Long silver hair as if it had bound a shooting star trajectory. Leukomagnetic skin without blemishes. From the bottom of the water, pale eyes like the landscape when you look out at the sky.

If you see what you know, you will see that it belongs to a people living far north, in a kingdom closed to permafrost.

"Wow, I'm glad you're being nice to me because that... is my first time..."

With an anxious, then feverish look, the girl looks up at the boy who admits she is the Lord.

The boy remains silent.

I can't afford that look, and my gaze is just looking around.

Cute... The girl snaps in her chest.

The Lord is nervous, too. A small, chopped tremor coming from an arm that is being grabbed by a boy. Watching the desperate look on the boy's face, even at the age of fifteen, fills his chest with emotions that are not even good enough to make him want to hug him.

Anyway, everything about me belongs to this boy.

When the boy holds her hands together over his head with one hand, he stretches his free hand to his own back sac (backpack), which he places beside the bed, looking for something to mess with.

After a while, what the boy took out of it was a single rope.

The girl is stunned to see it.

That's just abnormal play! No, I did say I could do my thing, but wouldn't I be too advanced in anything at all?

Anyway, I seem to have insulted the Lord by the look of my wife. I'm even ashamed that I thought I had to lead with a two-year-old advantage. If it was a battlefield, it could be said that there was already a level mistake with no life.

Yes, I know nothing about the Lord. For example, it is not possible that the Lord was the monster of the night when he planted the manipulative manipulation to corrupt women from childhood.

Night Monster?! - The girl rebelled her imagination, paled.

In her head, while imagining this and that, the girl's hands are tied over her head to secure to the frame of the bed.

Will I be captivated by the Lord tonight?

The moment I thought so, on the contrary, I felt sooo much easier.

Yes, I've decided to serve the Lord for the rest of my life. What is the problem with being captivated, both physically and mentally? Even if the Lord's preference is unusual, if it is the Lord's desire, what will he need to patronize? Yes! Abnormal, how dare you!

"Doesn't it hurt?

The boy asks, checking the knot of the rope that was securely fixed. In a sudden inquiry, the girl runs reflexively through the words that were in her head as she swam her eyes at the wobble.

"How dare you.

"How...?

"Yes, no, Lord, whatever! Nothing!

Girl shaking her head with a bump as she blushes her red-dyed cheeks further.

"Pfft."

Just knowing how Rin always looks, there's something wrong with the girl in panic, and the boy blows it off.

"Become! What's wrong with you! Lord."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry. I thought Princess Sword was in a hurry..."

"Ugh! I don't know!

The girl turned away, swelling her cheeks as if she were obstinate.

This is the story of a boy known as the Silver Ridge sword princess and the earthworm.

A story told as a fairy tale in a later world, unfolding on stage in the desert country of Escalis-Meemil.

I'm going to start the story from a little bit back before these two met.