Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

After about twenty days of sailing, we reached the White Capital, the official name [Utrantgrad].

"This guy is amazing."

"I can't shine."

"From what I saw when I was a kid, it's still magnificent"

The walls surrounding the White Capital.

The tremendous walls sparkled white and surrounded the entire city without gaps.

We get off the ship and line up for the people heading from port to White Capital.

The guards will issue permits to those visited in the flow operation.

The White Town is divided into sections within the Great Wall and further into smaller walls, which are not allowed except for permitted sections.

Four compartments are divided into second-class, civic, aristocratic, and royal castles by identity hierarchy.

A second-class residential compartment is predominantly inhabited by immigrants and the poor from other countries.

Detailed numbers are not known and headcount taxes are not levied, but very little policing is done.

It is said that the reason they can be present in the city is to secure a workforce in wartime conscription and labour.

Citizens of Wangdu are not recognized from other compartments, and forced evictions, zoning evictions, etc. are frequent.

A civic compartment is inhabited by ordinary civilians, tradesmen and craftsmen, and other persons of various professions.

It is the most numerous and has the same structure as a typical city.

The influx spill is accurately grasped by household registration, which boasts unparalleled security in other cities instead of headcount taxes.

Most facilities include shops, factories, inns, and whorehouses.

The aristocratic compartment is inhabited only by aristocrats and entranced only by a few humans, lined with massive mansions.

The Royal Castle is the castle of King Utrant, a special section inhabited only by royal palace workers.

The city's population is said to be 600,000, including the second-class population of 800,000.

A well-distinguished and robust identity system underpinned the stability and development of the Olga Confederation.

I don't need gold to enter the second-class parcel, but I needed five silver coins to enter the civic parcel, and the aristocratic parcel required an aristocratic recommendation of aristocracy or some status.

We don't have a noble recommendation, so we get a permit to pay three people's taxes.

Is it also a difference in national power that it is engraved on a metal plate, unlike what I received before?

I asked Nonna if she could identify herself.

"If you remember the face of the second daughter of a local nobleman like me, you won't be in the capital."

I feel safe exposing the beauty because I say so.

"How much of this walls..."

Celia can't help but raise her voice.

The walls won't disappear from the top of my head when I knocked over the main gate.

Three walls with a height of more than 30 m and a thickness of 15 m cleared between them.

There is no such thing as threatening the King's capital, it was an absolute protection enough to make you believe so.

When we finally get through the walls, it's really the White Capital.

The walls, the roads, the houses, and the royal castle sitting in the center, all white stained with snow and shining in the sun.

Schwartz, who was shaken by the boat and bored, was also excited. He shook the bull and surprised the people around him.

Within the civic compartment, its vitality has a different dimension than that of Electra.

Four carriages fill the boulevard with outdoor shops and people, and the shops also call in customers.

There was everything, and the guests wanted everything.

This is harder than I thought.

Turning the Federation over to the enemy means turning this power over to the enemy.

Can you get all that power from me?

………

Nonna sticks to my shoulder perfectly.

I won't let you get away with it now.

That's what my eyes say.

Fine, I'll be unscrupulous for a good woman, it's a man's business too.

Find the inn while rubbing Nonna's big breasts.

"Huh! in public like this."

hands around his shoulders and into the valley, stroking his peachy nipples

The beautiful woman's upbeat face also attracted the gaze of the surrounding man at once.

"Dear Eigil..."

Celia grabs the other hand and puts it on her own chest as she looks up at me.

"Hmm? Look, there's Minkan."

Celia persisted as she stroked her head with fruit in her mouth.

Until now, I was happy with this.

The inn has also been decided, and a man has spoken to Celia and Nonna saying they are serving dinner.

"Hey. I'm so proud of you for taking a good woman! Are you a man in the city?

Is it the first half of my twenties?

He doesn't look like a bad guy, though he seems light-hearted.

The man must be a neighbor because he was lightly dressed.

Nonna says hello to Pecori.

"No, I got to White Capital today. I came out of the central plain."

Wow! And the man is amazed.

I guess that's just not the case with travelers from the Central Plains when they get here.

"I guess we could have sailed the river from the central plains, huh? I've never been on a boat before, but that would have been an extraordinary trip with a beautiful woman, wouldn't it?

Are you screwing me? and a man is tearing up and screwing around, I give it back.

The man's rating in Celia seems to have dropped considerably.

"Nice. So, why bother in this shitty cold weather?

A man brings a cup with booze.

It seems that we should drink together.

"I wanted to see the Winter Federation."

"Going out of my way for that!? That's amazing!

The man is discretionary, and every time my booze runs out, Nonna and Celia follow me.

Don't feel superior as a man.

"You're in good shape, and why don't you join us for a winter event? You don't have to be a citizen to participate."

"Event? What the hell is going on?

"When it comes to being able to participate outside the citizenry, it's like a winter fox hunt or a winter sword tournament."

I can imagine both by name, but let's just shut up and listen.

"A fox hunt is a hunt for a fox in a snowfield. Unlike normal hunting, even horses can't catch up easily because they are taken at their feet by snow. Well, that's a race for riding and bow arms."

Nonna looks complicated.

"Of course the swordsmanship fights. Even so, we don't kill each other, we do it with a properly rounded blade sword. Unlike hunting, we can do it in the city, so we have a lot of audience, and when we get to the finals, we're talking about nobility and royalty watching."

"Well, that sounds interesting, too."

But fox hunting is better, and Schwartz could be better.

"If you're confident, a sword tournament would definitely be better! He also has a clerk's mouth to nobility, apart from a reward, like putting him in the military on favourable terms. The last man to win was a civilian, but what a knight he was appointed!

If we get a federal title, maybe we can get Electra without labor? and I pounded my ear at Nonna, but I was sighed.

In the Federation, there can be no other epistemology, and it seems that his talking knight lord will never advance in his one-generation honor treatment, nor will he ever get a territory.

Do we still have to go the right way?

"And most importantly... if you go to the top in a sword tournament, you can have it with a woman."

Don't listen to that.

"You say women are attracted to strong men. Just a little hero if you survive a central government-sponsored tournament! There's talk of eating a noble daughter with momentum."

"How do I get into a sword tournament?

"Easy, I paid a participation fee in that square over there to register my name. If you're not an ex-con in the Federation, you're gonna get played. Just be ready, okay? Even if you don't have a blade, it's an iron sword. You can't break a bone, and the dead come out pretty good every year."

That would be so.

Even I've beaten people to death with a sword pattern.

"I'm out too, by the way! You're so confident, you should be ready when you hit it!

He seemed like a warrior, not according to the light-hearted atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, you forgot to mention it. My name is Christoph!

"I'm Agil, and if I see you, thank you."

I'll buy you a cup of thanks for the info.

He left drunk and I glanced back at the table with another drink.

"That man, do something extra!......... Dear Eigil! There won't be more women, will there?

"Please take care of yourself. Don't forget that I travel to Yellow Springs when my dreams are broken due to a major injury."

It didn't seem very welcome to the two of us.

By the way, to apologize for boring Schwartz and when I went to the horse cabin with a beer, I cleverly took the reins off and was riding the next female.

A horse who really likes color and can't help it.

The next day, I will sign up for a sword tournament in the square near the inn.

"It's late. The game begins already this afternoon. Give us a little more room!

"The rule is to use both protective equipment and weapons. The weapon is chosen from a one-hand sword or a two-hand sword. The protective equipment is made of leather. Loss of weapons, settled by the opponent's lack of combat or surrender, that's all."

It seemed critical.

The match venue will remain in place here in the square, and a few fights from the first battle will be played in a number of suitable locations in the city, which will be matches in the national arena at a stage when a group of some strength has won.

I guess that means you can't let amateurs and miscellaneous fish play ugly games in a national arena where kings and nobles also watch.

The last outstanding, aristocratic, or military nominees may also participate at this stage.

I'm a bad rookie, so I have to win from the first round.

In fact, I didn't know if it would be easy to win.

When it comes to killing each other, I'm pretty sure I'll get there.

But in this tournament, you have to choose between a bladeless sword, a one-handed sword and a shield of about 70 cm, or a two-handed sword of about 100 cm.

This is more natural than a sword tournament and a competition for power and oddity.

But I may not be able to decide in a game where a blow doesn't make a decision because I've fought the battle with a blow from a heavy weapon.

It was obvious that if it was a battle for small technology, it would put me at a disadvantage.

But I'm still not willing to lose.

We don't need a federal title or honor, but if we win, we get a prize, and most importantly, women flock.

I'd like to try that game again, which I've experienced once before, where I would line up a bunch of women backwards and taste one after the other.

Besides, if you get a prize, you can fight a fancy whore with that money.

Nonna is quite a beauty, but when I taste the same dish over and over again, I get interested in other dishes.

There's only one dish I never get tired of eating.

That sweet taste never got tired of eating it for two and a half years.

Why don't you think about her any more and her lower body will be bad.

He said the game was about to start, but if he had a second sword and went into the game, he might take a defiance.

Let's just say I stroke Celia's head when she comes to support me to calm down.

Quite a few people were gathered in the square where there was nothing when the signal to start the game was finally given after noon.

It's just one of the more than one playing field, but it looks like quite a few people are watching it with the famous winter events in White Capital.

Celia and Nonna are also sitting on a bench a little further away.

You can't look unusual in front of your own woman.

One game after another begins, but there are a lot of low-level matches that are just the first.

Booing also echoes from the audience in a game where we hide in the shadow of each other's shields and just stick out one-handed swords.

"He's an unfortunate guy to hit with me in the first war! Ready? What are the terms of the strongest warrior?"

My opponents in the first battle are reminiscent of the man who had them shielded each and every time.

"In other words, it is only by identifying the exact difference in skill between enemy allies that we can be strongest!!

As far as I know, the strongest warriors don't slap their mouths in vain at their opponents who fight now.

I'll see how the two-handed sword feels for the game.

Crude but minimal, I have no body as a great sword.

Think of them as the same, and you won't have a problem.

There was a signal to start the game, and the man put a one-handed sword over his head as he spoke, claiming to have set himself up for a special attack, and I slammed the sword into the flank that was empty.

A dull, broken rib sounds, and the man extinguishes as he ejects gastric juice.

I'm sorry, but I hate these types of guys, so I barely gave them a clue.

The first battle ends in two seconds, and the audience starts to twitch.

The game was over. I got five copper coins.

Let's buy Celia and the others a whole roast bird.

That was the end of the slap, but he said he would play two fights a day because of the large number of people in the game at the beginning.

There was a face that I soon found out was going out to the venue with a two-handed sword.

"Agil! I didn't expect to see you in WW2 all of a sudden!

"Christophe, you seem quite on edge"

"I was shown the first round, but I'm not such a mutt, come on. I don't feel well if I let you get hurt by accident!

I see Christophe seems to be quite a user.

If you look at it, your body will be able to work out and you will likely have combat experience.

I guess this won't work like it did just now.

I put my sword straight up the stairs, and Christophe up the top right.

We gaze at each other and laugh at each other.

(whichever wins, no grudges)

With the signal of the start of the match, each other advances and the death fight begins.

And it ended in two seconds.

He hits me straight in the shoulder without taking my swing, removes his sword and rolls in pain.

Christophe was very weak.

"Hey!! Oh man!! Ouch!!! Die!!! Oh!!

I look at Christoph with cold eyes, but as a human, I don't hate him, so I'll lend him a shoulder and carry him to the ambulance.

The audience is scolding him for failing to meet expectations.

"This is not how it should be..."

"You deserve it, be patient enough to be scolded"

Fortunately, he's sturdy in stature, or he hasn't broken a bone at all.

He seemed oddly strong, so he knocked him in without a clue, but he didn't get hurt and most importantly.

The day ends with a clap and I pull up to the inn.

"Good luck"

When I go back to my room, Nonna triples her fingers and takes her labor.

I hardly sweat, but I want to use water because the armor around me stinked.

She exchanges vows with Nonna at Electra, and since I got her virginity, she's done all my sex processing.

Of course, she's striving to enjoy herself, and Nonna has been actively devouring her sexuality from herself since she was pierced through her virginity.

You could say that there was no night we wouldn't meet, so much so that her child bag always contained my seeds.

Except for her breasts, however, she has a luxurious physique and no strength.

Often when I attacked him roughly, he fell across the day.

Anyway, the kind of super boobs that are there to drive a man crazy stimulate my beast appetite and fly reason.

I don't know how many times I've defiled her breasts with refinement, and many nights I've buried my face and slept like that.

Nonna wipes my whole body and gets ready for bed.

She herself was already naked, shaking her chest and sheeting, lined up a wet towel and sent a flush over here.

"Laugh with a woman who can't be... this is the place... I miss you..."

Nonna lifts her chest and includes her own nipples in her mouth.

If the women of the world saw it, they would weep blood, it was an act only allowed by a woman with big tits.

There's no way a man wouldn't get excited about being shown something like that, and I jump on the bed, take my nipples off her own mouth and suck them hard.

I let my big crotch open without saying whether or not, and I went in between and held my hand down.

Cute voice jamming occurs where hands are attached to the knot and the meat stick.

"Um! Lady Agil, may I?

Always Celia pretends to sleep with care when this happens to me and Nonna, and moves her fingers in the futon.

"What's up?

"It's time for me to be Lady Agil's woman, too! Could you hold me!?

They finally exploded because of all the dissatisfaction they had until they got here.

But when I look at my body again, it still looks like a child's body.

He strokes his thin chest and teases his puffy, swollen groin with his fingers.

"Almost there."

"Huh?"

"I hold it now and it breaks. I'll grow up a little more and then I'll hold you, so now eat a lot and get some sleep."

"That's right."

Celia cries but quickly regains her mind.

"Hey! Let me see! Show me your sole with Nonna right next to you!

"What the hell?"

"It's... embarrassing"

"I want to study for when you let me deal with you! Besides, it seems like I'm the only one who's ever loved each other."

Celia looks serious, and it's pathetic to say no.

Nonna complained of embarrassment, but it's no embarrassment to me to show my woman how to hold her own as well.

"You can always tell me if you want me! You can always screw me."

One of the aims seems to be that the momentum that holds Nonna will be held in a wayward beast lust.

Celia sits right next to the bed where we tangle.

"Look at that, Celia. That would be a hell of a chest."

"Ugh. I envy you. It's bigger than my head..."

Breast and suck two nipples together.

Celia looked right next to her and Nonna buried her face in the pillow in embarrassment.

"This is Mr. Nonna's woman's hole..."

"That's right. Beautiful, compared to yours?

"Hair is thick, but lips are about the same"

I guess so.

Nonna's horny lips are as beautiful as a girl's.

"Ah! But this is so much bigger than me."

"- Huh!!

Nonna exclaimed to embarrassment as she buried her face in the pillow.

Her meat beans are quite large and easy to feel.

There have been intensive attacks since I made it my own woman, taking off her skin and exposing her pink body.

"Follow me, you're sweet."

"Yes."

Though I said gentle, Celia played the most sensitive part of the woman with her pins and fingers.

"Ahhh!!!

Nonna jumps up and screams unexpectedly.

Celia seems surprised by its sensitivity.

It's time to show him the real deal.

Pushing things erect enough to make a sound into nonna.

Celia is staring at the sight, but she can't talk to me about whether she's crazy or not.

He moves with a sticky sound, falling forward and riding nonna.

When I do this, my boobs are crushed and cushioned on my chest plate, and it feels great.

"The woman's hole is so wide...... Even me."

Celia is looking at the junction like she's peeking into my ass.

Moves hard to meet expectations.

"Aye! Gil! Dear, it's intense! Break."

"It sounds amazing. It's a bummer!

Nonna has a little patience and moves abruptly, stopping her movement just before the limit.

"Celia, that's what men and women do now. How'd it go?

".................. wow"

Celia looks up so that she can get back on her mind.

I hope you're enthusiastic, but you'd better take your hands off your crotch.

"I'll be right out at the limit. Do you want me to touch it?

"Now if you'll excuse me"

Celia touches my stuff in horror, but she caresses it with her hands uncommonly because she likes the feeling of it painted on Nonna's juice.

My rod, which was inching, moved out, complaining of its limits, surprised at the meat stick Celia had suddenly trembled on.

"What!? It's moving! How do I stop!? Right here?

The meat stick that was pulling out most of it except for the turtle head to show off, the root of which Celia had pressed her cuddly.

The male root exceeds its limits to the feeling of being squeezed, and I push deep into the nonna and into the ejaculatory position.

"Gu! We're leaving now! Celia, look closely!

"What? Huh?

"Ahhh..."

The male roots, which became uncontrollable in front of the panicking Celia, ejaculated violently as they pulsed, and the seeds refluxed as they filled the nonna with juice, spraying also on Celia's face, which was peering in at close range.

"This is... Dear Eigil's child"

I poured a few times the usual amount into Nonna as I watched Celia carry the odorous liquid flying into her face into her mouth without confusion.

Pity, Nonna, who had been bellied up like a pregnant woman, was forced to struggle the next day with the juice flowing out of the back of the child bag, whether washed or wiped.

On the second day of the tournament, my opponent was a middle-aged old man small enough to think of him as a child.

With the signal of initiation, the little old man bends himself to the limit and advances.

When the sword is placed normally, the range is shorter for enemies coming from below.

Looks like he was going to bend over and push my sword around his lower body.

"I got it. Aah!

"Right."

He got his sword played with my right hand and "got" a low kick in the face and he fell.

"Asshole or this guy?"

Stick out your sword, push forward, etc. "I'm going to poke you now! It's like proclaiming."

Poking with the sword is easy to play if read.

Besides, I didn't expect to be notified by screaming until the time of the attack.

I didn't think it was all cluttered up so far.

Since the main battle went to the national arena?

The opponent of the fourth battle is also a loose end.

The choice is like a two-handed sword, but with one right hand, you don't have anything on your left.

He plays a big sword when he meets, breaks down and runs back.

But he hasn't stopped single-handedly.

That's it for next time.

As I stepped out, I had a sharp pain in my left thigh.

He cuts where he stops without thinking about the pain in his shaft leg.

I take it aggressively with my sword, but the pain runs on my left arm next.

Play the opponent at your disposal and once you are at a distance.

What the hell?

When I checked my thighs and arms, it was stung like a thin metal needle.

It's not as shallow as a wound and hardly bleeding, but where did it fly from?

"What's up! You just run away!

He screams at me with his face.

Now I've got a point, that face is the face of the guy who's playing gambling.

As I did earlier, when his left hand moves, I set up a pattern of swords in front of his face.

The cutlets and sounds rang, and the cloth-wrapped pattern snapped a needle.

He had a sword in his right hand and a needle in his left hand.

It's an anomaly, but there's no preliminary motion and the needle itself is small, so neither the attendees nor the audience will notice it.

You stabbed him with a needle that I pointed out or was falling off, you must insist without proof.

Or maybe if you want to make a scene, you can prove his irregularities, but I don't mean to either.

Fighting is essentially killing each other.

That's the game. It's a fight, I'm just making up my mind and putting restrictions on things like that.

He broke the decision himself.

Then there is only one conclusion.

I'm going in again.

He flies needles from his left hand, but it's nothing more than flying pebbles with his fingers if he finds out the seeds.

I guess he aimed at his eyes. The needle stabs him in the small hand of leather that guards his face.

No matter what, you don't have the power to break through the armor on a needle by needle basis.

He hastily holds his sword with both hands and matches my sword.

I didn't match it.

I made him match up.

In the rush, I look at him.

"Enough with the street art. Die."

He tries to look up in surprise, but puts a forward kick in his belly and takes a distance of about 1m.

I won't let you use the needle anymore.

Swing your sword upper-right and swing it down against your head.

It is not a sword that can be avoided by a man who relies on tricks.

It sounded like a bokon and a hammer slamming the wall, and he flies to the left and lays down on the ground.

My head cracks and my blood and brains spill out, screaming and startling voices from the audience.

The fourth game was settled.

He said it was too much.

My inn liquor store, Christoph, who couldn't move yesterday because of the wounds, visits again and blames me.

I told him the circumstances, but still, that seemed terrible.

"Oh, it's the market for even one arm to snap. How angry is he when he cracks his head?"

"You got nervous about the rest of the game, didn't you?

"It was just a shitty game because of you!

The games after me are common in the first battle, and they frequented games where they stuck out their swords in fright of each other.

"It's past. Tomorrow if we have the same guy, I'll give him a break with a neck bone."

"You haven't changed!

I'm afraid I'm not going to condone that kind of arrangement.

If it was a woman who did it, I'd give her a break.

"But you really are. Anyway, he was a known mercenary in World War 4, right?

Apparently the little old man was a famous little old man.

"You have to get to the arena. You can't have it on a woman, can you?

"Well, yeah, but your lady with you, you're a hell of a beauty. Exactly. She is, isn't she? I don't care how much you choose."

What is this guy talking about?

"Nonna is naturally my woman, but you want to hold other women by choice."

Your eyes freeze with a smile. Nonna.

Christoph showed me the best face of the day when I said it in front of him.

"You're free today."

It's supposed to be Games Five and Six, finally a showdown between the powerful.

My opponents both abstained and became undefeated.

They had a strong impact on the game the day before.

Can you call it a sword tournament when you look at blood and corpses and you seem frightened?

Maybe White Capital isn't immune to the atmosphere of real battle because it's long unrelated to banditry and war.

The game is over while I imagine on my own, and my opponent is decided the next day.

"Ooooooooo!!

My seventh opponent seems to be from the [Agor] King's Army Light Infantry Unit.

It means you've won by playing all your opponents' swords so far.

The fact that he belongs to the King's Army but has not been recommended to the arena may mean that he is of civilian origin and is slightly discouraged by the upper echelons.

I'll finish the game and leave the venue behind, but I'll watch this one and stop moving.

I see he's Agor.

He's never a big man, but his muscles are buoyant. He seems to have excellent instantaneous power.

The eyeballs are sharp, and you seem to be discerning this one without changing your expression.

This guy looks really strong, unlike Christoph.

Looking forward to tomorrow's game, let's just say I adore Nonna as soon as I get home to feed my English spirit today.

I remember that I promised to swallow with Christoph today while I was having fun in bed, and I dared ask Nonna to give me a message.

Exposing the neck and chest full of messy hair and kiss marks

"I'm sorry that Master Agil is busy today"

Christoph said he was dropping her off with tears of blood as she went back to her room just saying she couldn't wait.

The guy peeking into the valley of Nonna's chest must be clearly shown who she is.

The next day, the seventh battle.

"That was a pretty rough game before."

Just before the game, Agor talked to me.

I guess you're talking about the fourth war.

There's a situation here, too.

"I don't like games like that. I'll take you down so you won't be."

Have you come all the way out here to tell me to feel safe because I will be careful not to let you die?

I don't know what that means, but maybe you're nice.

"I'll be careful not to let you die, too."

I didn't say it was disgusting, but Agor stares at me, and Nonna, who was beside me, holds my face.

"That's like making fun of them!

What about me and Celia? float.

I don't really understand federal rhetoric.

The game is about to begin, and me and Agor will move on to the center of the venue.

My eyesight is sharper and more killer than it was earlier.

Apparently you're really angry.

They say Agor's weapon is a one-handed sword and shield, a standard uniform for federal light infantry.

I'll set it up with the start signal.

Upper-right, transverse left, transverse right, pull back and see four strikes overhead, all of which are flushed with shields.

Just use the shield well.

At the end of my attack Agor swings his sword down quickly, just fast and gently plays a powerless slash and he sticks out his shield and bounces off my body.

A faster poke than earlier where I stepped on a bump.

I manage to wave and play my sword only with the power of my arms, but I'm not on my own with my previous enemies.

He knows how to fight a guy who leaves his two-handed sword to power and waves.

His attack is not over yet.

Once I thought I was down, I swung my sword and I tried to prevent it, but he walked past me and slammed my sword with all his might.

I see. You mean pay off this sword from the start to win?

It won't be that easy.

Using a sword-blown recoil for a spin, the gap is huge, but he's waving his sword with all his might, too, and I can't handle it.

(How about that!)

Agor's intuition tells.

Until I struck his sword with all my might, it was as planned.

But the sword that was played was firmly held, and most importantly, it looked like there was a grin in the face of the guy who was supposed to be swinging and spinning by the sword.

He flies back, believing his instincts he has forged.

For a moment...

A slash cuts the sky so fast that you can't see the tip of the sword, it's not the speed of the main two-handed sword that slaps it off very much.

If a beat later, Agor's retraction had been delayed, it would have been settled.

The audience also quietly recalls yesterday's tragedy with so much acumen and momentum.

Do you know Agor, too? He didn't change his expression, but he looked like he exhaled.

"It's a shoulder, you can't crack your head if you hit it."

"Let me out!

Agor moves, sharp but light slaughter.

I guess it's a tactic for counterweight weapons that he kept working out.

After this, you slap the shield, you fall apart, and it leads to the last punch.

(But I've already seen it)

Same until you play slash.

And stick out the shield, but I'm not there.

It's a full-fledged blow, unlike a series of strikes that took one step out of time and shook down, and the first look I showed you.

You can't possibly take it with one hand, and his shield is slammed to the ground and he clings forward with his left hand sticking out.

He has a one-handed sword in his right hand, but if he's out of balance so that he can pull his left hand to the ground, he can shake or protrude.

My sword can be quickly lifted and poked down my throat.

"... here we go"

The cheer echoed and the game ended.

And now the three of us are swallowing alcohol by turning in Christoph at my inn liquor store.

"I thought I was just an abusive man who left you to power and wave his sword. I'm sorry. Let's apologize for being rude."

"Fine. You're the strongest man I've ever hit."

"I'm honestly happy with what happened before."

Christophe complains when he laughs that it must be.

Agor is thirty years old and rarely plays squadron leader of the army for civilian exits.

He says it's because he's a light infantry in plain soldier's department, but if you let Christoph tell you, he seems to be quite born.

"Tomorrow civilian exit will still be a great chorus of, exposed to the shame of the military. Let me swallow plenty today or so."

I think I might have done something wrong.

"That's why I need you to go to the arena and win. If you lose to him, you'll have an excuse."

"I'll do it where I can."

"I'll pour it"

Agor is honoring Nonna for her good fight.

Unlike Christophe, don't feel the difference in self-control where you don't just look at your chest.

"It's supposed to be an arena game without many more games, but don't be alarmed until the end of the day."

"Oh, I'll go and show you when I get here"

"If you feel like it, I'll come back for you!

The arena also exists as a civic entertainment, so noble seats and civic seats exist.

However, the tournament fee is never cheap, and on some days a popular game may be sold out and resold at an extrajudicial price.

"Then Agil will still be in the game tomorrow. It's boring if we pull our legs. Now I'm free."

Agor leaves the inn with Christoph.

Even so, the evening game is about to begin.

Nonna said

"Lady Agor was looking at my chest."

Didn't know from me...... I know Christoph watches it sometimes

"That's saying hello to your chest and talking to your chest."

The woman seems sensitive to her gaze on her chest.

Let's thoroughly adore your huge breasts today.

Rub both breasts so hard that they feel pain with each hand.

Nonna's face became red even as she complained of the pain, droplets of water that made a potter noise and wet the floor.

The Shizuku of desire finally spilled out of Nonna's skirt.

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Name Agil

Status Individual Mercenary

122 coins of money (discount below silver coins)

(Money may be reduced on its own even if it is not out in the making due to travel expenses, etc. as a guide)

Weapon Dual Crater (Great Sword) Large Valdish

Gear Upper Leather Armor Upper Leather Small Upper Leather Boot Black Cloak (Curse)

fur coat

Fellow Schwartz (Horse) Celia Nonna-Electra

15 Experienced