Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

The Knights surrendered by the death of Viscount Berlido, followed by all enemies in the town, and the battle is over.

The cavalry squadron, under Agor's command, spread throughout the city to keep an eye on the maintenance of order, and I entered the Arnold Border Fortress residence with Celia and Carl, who stood on my arm, along with a handful of other men.

There have also been reports that looting and assaults on women by some soldiers have begun in the city, and Captain Eirich and Bruno are running around to maintain order.

There is no escape for the Arnold Border Uncle anymore.

You thought we wouldn't have to worry about getting away with it.

"Hiya!" "Forgive me..."

The servants of the mansion stand down and turn to me.

There was no hostility in my eyes, and the colour of the threat was floating.

The great halls of the mansion are filled with rugged nobles.

"Who is Lord Arnold?

I step in the middle of them in armor and stare at them all.

I'm not going to intimidate you in vain, but I'm not the one to be respectful.

"... I didn't know you had a name."

"It's Sir Agil-Hardlet. Are you Lord Arnold?

The title of nobleman who participated in the rebellion has already been stripped by His Majesty.

You don't have to thank me for being a nobleman.

"Yes, I didn't expect it to end like this anymore..."

"Then I will detain you for the tremendous treason against the royal family. The same goes for anyone else with a name in a row."

"Say no!" "Die!

Several nobles pull out their swords and are slaughtered, but Celia and Carl, who were on guard, instantly slaughtered them.

There's no way you can defeat them in a childish extreme move that you've hardly used, such as a sword.

One nobleman slips through and approaches me, but I don't have to pull a knife.

You'd better say a piece of art. Play the slender sword with your hand and grab your throat.

"Damn it! Gu! Whoa!

Gushari and throat crushing sounds, and the fat nobleman collapses without power.

"Is there anything else? It would be convenient to save me the trouble of taking you there."

Everybody's dropping their swords on the floor. Drops.

"Stupid man, what can it be to resist invisibly"

Arnold groans powerlessly.

"That helps. You're the only one I've ever told to take home alive."

"To hang in front of everyone?

"Now, ask Your Majesty that. Take him away!

The nobles are lined up, like prisoners... prisoners, but they are taken.

"What happens to my family! What about our family?

One nobleman shouted ugly.

"You know better about the grand treason sentence than we do when we go up as civilians."

In addition to himself, the great treason is executed by his immediate family and his wife.

Other houses linked by bystanders and bloodlines are branded with dishonor and virtually render them incapable of birth and marriage.

For the aristocracy, you can call it annihilation. Worst sentence, that's the great treason.

Being near desperate people shouldn't stink.

Order the soldiers to continue searching for anyone lurking in the mansion and leave the scene.

Celia is the only one who comes along.

"Lady! Such a terrible!

"This is all I have left! Please!"

The voice I heard from the servant's room and thoughtful place, I kicked open the door.

"Hih!" "Huh!!

Inside were noble women and middle-aged female servants, and babies wrapped in blankets.

Noble women are eligible for the company.

"Madam, may I have your name?

"I am, and it is,"

"May I have your name?!

The woman names Celia as she gave up when she saw her hands on the sword.

"Cecil-Berlido is my wife, Catherine-Berlido......"

Hmm, I heard yesterday from Eirich about the nobles' names and relationship, but I don't remember much because I was sleepy.

I think I heard it somewhere.

"I'm the second daughter of Arnold Borderline Uncle. Later, Viscount Berlido... is the wife of a knight slain by Lady Eigil."

I'm glad Celia remembered.

Does that mean this baby is a child of Viscount Berlido?

"This child... is a servant's child!

Katrine pushes her child to a middle-aged servant.

No, no, that would be impossible.

Katrine is desperately complaining, but servants also seem annoying.

If you get involved, there's a danger to your life, I guess you don't feel loyal enough to make your life worth it.

"Servant, answer me! Is this really your boy?

Celia deliberately asks high-pressure.

From what I can tell, you'll look like a Reaper to a servant who looks like a pretty strong man but has his sword pointed at him.

The middle-aged woman screams and sits down, shaking her head about a thousand cuts.

"What... What! No! This child is a lady's child!

"Oh no..."

The servant ran off on the spot.

"What is your name?"

Katrine squeaks as she holds her child to protect her.

"It's Agil-Hardlet."

"Become!!

Katrine put her hand on her mouth and opened her eyes.

Had you heard the name of the man who had set up his own husband?

Turn your hate eyes on me...... kneel.

"Lord Hardlett, only this child has forgiveness... it is still in a baby who sucks milk. It is too pitiful to bear the sins of my grandfather..."

I shudder my shoulders at the humiliation of bowing my head to my husband's enemies and begging for mercy.

But there's nothing you can do about it if you tell me.

"Please lift your head. Doing that doesn't make any sense."

You received the word as a rejection, I wept and embraced my child, wandering behind my back.

Celia pulls out her sword on the dagger she puts out of her hips, but I hold it down and shake her head.

He's also willing to be slashed with a dagger with only as many blades as his fingers, so if he's going to be pulled apart and executed, I guess we'll at least die together.

She is beautiful enough to shine wet in tears and despair.

It's a shame to let you die alongside your children.

"Instead of a title, you're not even a nobleman, do you still want to keep your child alive?

Katrine looks up with enough momentum to make a sound.

"Of course! Shall there be more joy than a child living?"

"And you yourself await a harsh fate. Are you ready to lose everything?

"If this child is alive, he can stand anything."

Do you want my mother to be strong and hit an interesting play?

There seems to be a delightful reward.

When I opened the door, an earlier servant stood in front of the room.

I guess I didn't hate Catherine for running away.

I looked up as I lay down on the ground worried, but when I saw what I was responsible for, I screamed and cried out.

"Ahhhhh!! Ma'am! Too muggy!

Catherine, who was on my shoulder, is wrapped in cloth with her torso and bright red blood seeps out.

There was blood on her dripping legs without force, enough to think she was out of breath.

Then Celia shows up with the baby in one hand.

"I resisted when I tried to take the baby, so it's not about getting sick of you. Go back to your room and grow up."

"Oh... Dear Katrine... forgive me... forgive me..."

Outreach I was able to fool well.

There was no one in the hallway but a sobbing servant, so I'll stroke your responsible ass.

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I got strength in my drooping leg.

The fabric blood that wrapped her wiped the sword painted on the blood of the nobles that Celia had slashed earlier.

The blood dripping from his feet was painful but slightly damaged Katrine's thigh, without the blood flowing, the soldier would just not be able to fool him.

Think of it as part of a "harsh fate" and have patience.

The soldiers who guard the mansion by the same means also deceive, and the baby rides the horse when I take him directly to Eirich's place.

He was in a hurry when the cloth was taken, wanting to confirm the identity of the body to a soldier accompanied by a butler in the mansion along the way, but Katrine showed the body acting with a stunning half-open white eye.

The butler only made Catherine's name out in a sad voice and pleaded for at least a polite burial.

Celia puts on a faceless look with a baby in her arms, but I know she has a lot of observation experience.

That's a laughing face.

Katrine's temperature is also rising on her shoulders.

Was it embarrassing to say it was an emergency?

In addition to the chaos of battle, the city must have had some looting, burning houses and houses destroyed and scattered with household belongings.

"Celia, let Katrine change in a house without people. Ashes on your face and hair, dirty, your clothes cut off your hem with plain colors and make you feel like a whore."

"Is that the last one..."

"I don't have time to explain. When you're done, bring him to the main unit."

Celia turns her suspicious gaze, but reluctantly, drags Katrine wrapped around the cloth into the destroyed house.

Well, the baby will have to go from the front in grandeur.

It would be quick if I could get the same way as Katrine, but I can't expect my baby to act.

It's all water bubbles if you cry with a champ.

"Sir Hardlett, have all the rebel nobles been captured?

I returned home with a baby to the main unit Eirich had set up in the city.

"I caught a lot of people gathering together. Some of them resisted, so I slashed them. We're searching the mansion right now, so there might be a few more."

"I don't mind. His Majesty has also instructed me that nothing else matters as long as the Arnold is alive."

"Then let's gather my squadron, it won't be good for soldiers to be scattered throughout the post-war town."

Needless to say, it's about looting and assault.

No matter how many soldiers you train, it's hard to get rid of all this completely.

It is also conceivable that the Central Army, which was born into the core of the mercenary regiment, is less disciplined.

Eirich's face also distorts.

"Yes, I forbade it beforehand, but I still don't go without them. I just broke into the house and slapped a soldier who was committing a woman on the spot."

"You're destined to rise a mercenary regiment. They'll have to change their minds with tough procedures."

For a mercenary regiment, post-victory looting and rape of a woman are common enough to be considered part of the reward.

"Only because the wind is strong from other nobles, the materials that are attacked must be crushed... by the way"

It's like I'm forgetting something.

"What's with the baby in your right hand? If you're here, you have to hang up too."

Yes, I forgot the baby.

The sight he was talking about holding a baby in one hand and looting would have been hilarious.

"This child seems to be the second daughter of Arnold, the son of Katrine"

"His grandson..."

Eirich looks bitter.

If it's a tremendous retrograde sentence, this kid is under sentence of death.

But no one would want to let a milk drinker die.

"I also find it pitiful to let the baby die, will you return to the King's capital and let His Majesty speak?

"Well, Your Majesty doesn't want to be considered a ghost either. Maybe he'll admit it's an exception."

"So I'll take this kid directly, okay?

"The baby could get away with it, do what you want...... by the way, what happened to the mother?

"Dead."

"... right"

Eirich didn't try to hear anything more.

I feel slightly guilty about deceiving him, but next time I'll take some expensive booze and forget about it

On the tent assigned to me sits Celia and Katrine, who has been diluted to a good feel.

The clothes are plain grass, but my legs are out to my knees, and my breasts are visible in the valley.

But what he cares most about is his hair cut under his shoulder.

The cut is also coarse, I guess I did it appropriately well with my sword.

"You're a whore burned out of a war, no matter where you look from."

Katrine hugs the baby with great momentum when I get back.

"Come on!"

Katrine bites her lips in humiliation.

"Dear Agil, so what are you going to do with this woman?

"Katrine, you're right. Her name was [Tory], she was a whore in town, but she was burned out in the war, and I'll take her around to comfort her on the battlefield. How about this?

I don't like it when people think I just figured it out.

"Selling fetishes to the man who killed my husband, etc..."

"This woman! What's that mouth you're telling me about saving your life? Let's cut the kids off right now."

Celia has been getting radical lately.

Because you have a strong and unforgiving personality.

I'm getting used to the battlefield and I'm getting brazen.

Katrine hugs Celia to protect her crying baby in her rage.

"Celia, keep your mouth shut for a second"

"But! How could Master Agil go on such a dangerous path for such a woman?"

"I didn't want my own life or anything. If only I could save my child's life!

I'm the one who decided to help Katrine too, because she's beautiful.

You won't need any other reason.

"So you're gonna name yourself Katrine here? They'll catch him and hang him in the king's capital."

"If you're going to be humiliated any more, I will!

"Then we'll have to. Let's get this straight, I'm gonna hold you."

"Become!"

"Ha... I knew it"

Katrine excuses herself and Celia sighs.

"Are you going to... kill Cecil and mausoleum me to my wife!

"I won't force you. I'd like you to open your body with your consent."

"Would you kill a child if you didn't ask? You demon... it's inferior to animals!

I won't do that.

I have another idea about the child, but Katrine stands up before she puts it in her mouth.

"Fine. Hold it as you please, because right now I'm a pathetic whore who relies on you!

Katrine turns her clothes up and rolls into bed herself in a misunderstanding.

"Enjoy using your crude stuff at best."

Close your eyes and turn away.

An obvious attitude but the exposed female body builds up a man's beast lust for battle.

Celia takes the baby out of the tent with her grumpy face.

Katrine seemed worried about leaving the baby to Celia, so she cautioned her to be polite.

"My husband was such a wonderful lord that I'm not used to dealing with the bastards. I'm sorry if I vomited.

Stripping her clothes makes me curse in only a polite tone.

I guess this is her least resistance.

"Open your legs, please"

"Cecil was a great man as a man. It was a great night, and it was so sweet, it kept rising again and again."

I honestly open my legs but my mouth keeps honoring my dead husband.

I try to loosen up Katrine's hole with my fingers, but it's not wet at all and I can't even get my fingers in.

I have no choice but to put my mouth on it, caress it with my tongue, and send saliva inside.

Licking the granulation started to smell like a woman.

"It's not a big story, but my husband's tools were very big. Your little tools may not hold you up well, but please forgive me for acting the best I can."

I hate it in a row, but I don't think I have to worry about it.

He took off his clothes and stuck a rolling delicacy in front of Katrine's face after the battle.

"I'm still clear about when my husband loved me............ what is this!! A monster!"

We're already naked to each other.

I cover myself in Katrine and adjust the position of my male roots while stroking my modest breasts.

Katrine is dirty in the ashes, but we're each other because I'm still smelling blood and sweat as I fought again.

With a grumpy Katrine on her ass, the male root is firmly appreciated by the female hole, and all she has to do is give her strength.

"It's not about having to be big! I guess all you can do is torment a woman rampantly anyway!?

"It's not like that. You were so easy to get wet. This will make it easier."

She doesn't want me to love her.

A minimum caress would be fine.

"Bullshit...... hiccup! Damn, it's painful...... no."

Make a noise with Michi. My stuff sinks in.

Looks like the size of my husband's stuff I was proud of wasn't that big.

In the meantime, I push in to make sure it's the deepest.

"Hmm? This is quite..."

There are many strands of meat walls in Katrine and it feels good to rub them in or out.

She's slender, but she's having a baby, so she doesn't seem to have to worry about breaking even my size.

"Oh... my stomach... my stomach..."

I scream fine as I keep my hips back and forth savoring the mess and her meat strands.

When I look at my stomach, every time I unplug it, my stomach rises and I know exactly how my meat stick is shaped.

"This is amazing. She's in good shape, and she's a good woman, besides being seen."

"Huh! Nasty men at best if only their bodies are greedy...... Ugh!

I didn't get wet at first, so I thought it was in that shape, but nothing happened.

If you scrub inside, it's a flood.

"Ha, it's flowing outside."

"Don't say it, you bastard! Stop, don't poke me in the back!

I see. Her weakness seems to be here.

Allow your hips to lift gently in the normal position and back to knock.

"Hey do it! Ahhhh!

"Hmm? Dude...... already?

Katrine's hips tremble violently and tide over things.

He just poked it for a few minutes and it was itchy.

I didn't make it particularly intense...

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Catherine is stunned and frightened.

No more cursing from my mouth.

"Whoa! Whoa!

"Hmm!? Shit... no"

I thought I'd mouth this gap, but she bit me in the lip.

I can't help it, I'll taste it for a while before I try again.

Lift Katrine up and put her on top of me with an agua on.

If she is seated, she also weighs herself and always has a weakness... the deepest push up.

She also deflects her face when she realizes my intentions, but her gaze is really tangled in the opposite position.

Put your hands on your shoulders.

Katrine puts her hand on my shoulder in the opposite seat and leaves it to me to be poked up.

I can't make strenuous moves in this position, but I'm just right for a good taste of her famous vessel.

I slowly literally sat back and tried to blame her, but again in a few minutes she cramps out.

"Ahhh!!

Hot splash on the belly.

They sprinkled the tide again.

"... why... why do you feel it! Why do you feel so good!!

Scream remorsefully at your body.

I think easy to feel women can enjoy life.

I don't know I can't allow the man who killed my husband to hold me to the top, but I should be happier than the man who isn't around anymore.

And a little bit of black prank sprouts in me.

I wonder what would happen if I blamed this easily felt woman thoroughly.

And nowhere is there a reason not to play a prank.

"Katrine, we're going hard."

"Please don't call me by first name. Whatever you want."

hold her thighs and lean back to fold.

It's a position where you can slap your hips all over your head.

If you take a posture, move sharply and beat it to the deepest point.

Her thighs are held in place disappointingly and she cannot escape.

It's not just water sounds from the joints, it's enough to hear horny meat scrubbing.

Of course, the stimulus this one gets is huge, so he eats his teeth off so he doesn't burst out, screams fat and distracts him.

"Whoa whoa!!

"Hih!!! Hiaaaah!! Ahhh! - Whoo-hoo!!!!"

Her screams multiplied ten times to me, and at the end of the day, a strange noise, not a voice, was spewed out.

Intermittent tide hits the groin, his face unbroken and distorted into pleasure, his tongue protruding.

Breast milk is erupting from the breast as she lowers her gaze to the sensation of wetting her chest plate.

I guess it naturally comes out because I'm breastfeeding the baby, but the exotic has gotten harder and bigger to the strange excitement.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

At first she was pushing her chest with her thin hand to pull me apart, but eventually her hand was placed on my shoulder, and she began to stroke her chest plate, ending up turning to her back.

The summit comes abruptly, and the seeds pop up at the moment you think it's bad.

Every time the delicacy pulses, Catherine trembles heavily and her lower abdomen swells.

The hands used to reject me were used to gently stroke my hips during ejaculation to thank them.

"Mmm..."

Mouth on her lips as she fires and gently adheres.

She's not unconscious, but she doesn't bite.

Slightly out of his tongue, he glanced at his lips, and the closed gate opened thinly.

"Hmm." "Mmm."

The lips overlap and the tongue goes in.

Katrine has intertwined her tongue without resisting anymore.

Listening to the sound of ejaculation and kissing at the junction, she and I climb to the top and enjoy the aftermath.

Soon my hands and those of Katrine were overlapping and squeezing.

"Do you know a man other than your husband?

After the summit, she's on her arm pillow all the time, regretting that she's taken me.

"Don't be silly. I kept my chastity until you raped me."

Bad listening.

I don't remember doing that.

But I got the answer.

"Your husband wasn't very good. It was simply an easy body to feel."

"What a fool!

Katrine yells but doesn't hide her anxious face whether she was conscious or not.

If you have this much slutty body, it would be okay to do it somewhat unscrupulous.

Try to squeeze her from behind and insert.

"I would have given you plenty already! Stop it! Stop it... don't feel good. Yes!!

I was then let out about three times and Katrine ascended beyond counting with both hands and legs.

She kept coming up with words to deny me until the end, but it didn't involve any action.

"Stop," he said, waving his hips.

Repeat the kiss as you say, "Come on."

He said, "Help me and don't offend me," and turned his legs to my hips, and he was a sperm.

No one will believe that mellow face when it comes to a woman who will be offended by her husband's vengeance.

And most importantly, despite the fact that I blamed many times as hard and thoroughly as the women I left at home, Katrine remained clearly conscious until the end.

A talent for color is something that you don't know who has.

Celia, that's enough.

"Yes, excuse me"

Celia smiled at the odor as she entered the tent, but immediately returned her expression.

Is Katrine losing her hips, making sure she crawls and snatches the child and sits in the corner of the room.

"Why don't you wipe your body and the seeds will come on the baby?"

Katrine rushes to wipe away the splashy seeds with a cloth and sobs.

He wants to decide that there wasn't all that mess earlier.

"It's a message from the Legion Leader. Post-processing shall be carried out only by Bruno and the infantry battalion under him. The other troops will return tomorrow morning for the King's Capital. Get ready," he said.

Now, I have to negotiate with the king for the child of the woman who entertained me when I returned to the king's capital.

I have about ten days to feed my English chi.

Let's say you get plenty of money upfront.

Every day I held Catherine until I returned to the King's capital, and she resisted every time, succumbing and rejoicing.

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I want to die.

I never thought about this in my life before.

My father was kind to me and all my family was good to me.

I remember marrying Cecil blushing at the ceremony on a neat face, although I never even saw her face until ceremony day on a parent-to-parent decision.

From the first night I was taught plenty of the joy of a woman, and eventually I conceived a child, and my life went on without liberty.

But the happiness that seemed to last forever collapsed in an instant.

When my father thought he was gathering soldiers with all the nobles, the armies of the kingdom pushed him.

It was also in the meantime that I wept at the news of my brother's death in battle that the king's army had pushed him to the city, and his beloved husband had marched out majestically, and had died quickly.

I learned from a friend of my father's in a hurry that my father was guilty of tremendous treason.

I don't remember much from there.

I begged the man who was heard to be my husband's enemy to put his head on the ground in order to protect Rose.

He was brought into the man's tent and asked for Rose's life as a shield for his body.

There's no way I can refuse.

Because the life of me and Rose is in that man's hands.

At the very least, it was inappropriate for me to be held while talking about my husband.

The man's genitals were much bigger than his husband's, and his shape was vicious and hard as iron.

Too big. He walked into me so it would tear him apart and he decided on everything my husband had carved on me.

At the end of the day, the fetus was seeded out to swell, and all I can smell anymore from my woman's hole is that man's smell.

It would have been nice to suffer the pain.

Because he was mauled and decided to show it endurance for Rose even if he tore his body apart if he was to be hurt.

But no, it felt incredibly good.

The man humiliated me that I was a slutty body and that my husband held me up and ascended because of it.

That can't be right! My body betrayed my heart when I turned away from my husband's feelings of hatred.

A man's exuberant muscles, a massive meat stick whose abusive movements do not even seem to be people's objects, captivate my body.

As soon as the full blame begins, my sweet voice leaks and I accept the mouthpiece.

I remember eventually sucking on the man's neck, turning his hands around his back, and at the end of the day, his whole body seemed like a man and twisted his hips.

I even begged the man to seed him in the supreme sense of love and to get pregnant with the man's seed.

He shouted and peaked at the chest of the man who killed his husband, demanding pregnancy and waving his hips.

Is there such a mundane and crazy woman?

I'm a slut, as the man says.

For ten days to the Wang capital, the man sought me every day, and I resisted every time, but the body, once set on fire, did not listen, and soon opened its crotch.

He gave a mouthful of service that he had never even done to his husband, gave him breast milk to go out for his beloved child, and took most of the man's desires with his foetus.

Besides, I've never been raped with a single force.

That was unnecessarily hard and sad.

I have to admit.

My body is falling in love with a man.

Now I'm desperately holding up my hatred for food, but if I keep my body out of hand, my heart will eventually fall too.

I should have cut my neck off with a knife as soon as I was supposed to, but if I die now, Rose's fate will also be exhausted.

We have to survive at all costs.

And when that kid's safe, he'll die, and if it's possible, there's nothing to say if that guy can take him on the road.

Let's hope that happens before everything about me becomes a man's.

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Name Agil-Hardlet, 19, summer.

Status Ser Knight of the Kingdom of Goldonia 1st Cavalry Squadron Commander of the Central Army

80 Yearly Salary Coins

257 property gold coins (discount below silver coins)

Weapon Dual Crater (Great Sword) Large Valdish (Spear)

Plate Armor Black Cloak (Curse) in Upper Steel on Equipment

Fellow Nonna-Electra Melissa Maria Carla

Katrine Rose

Servant Mitty Almachlor

Subordinate Celia (squire) Agor (deputy) Christoph (miscellaneous fish) Carl

Schwartz (horse)

29 Experienced