Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"It hurts - my stomach breaks..."

"It's okay, the woman is made to be like this. Don't worry, keep your legs open."

I was finally able to get inside a woman who had previously cried one step later.

Already the virgin's credentials have been broken and the blood has dyed the sheets.

Apparently, this woman, the second daughter of a Trisnian merchant, was sent to work for a lord nobleman who had obtained land in Bareola.

Maybe there were thoughts of my parents telling me to let them handle it and deepen the relationship.

"Kiss..."

"Huh."

She ran away once, but she spoken politely again.

The pain seems to be beating only the virgin, but inside it is a pleasant hole with lots of strands and a good twist.

Scary, but good face, and if you get used to it, you'll be a good woman who likes men.

"Awesome..."

He seems ignorant about sex and uplifts his face just because he put his tongue in it with a kiss.

Play with your sides tickled or tummy as you move your hips.

"Yikes! Oh, it's ticklish."

The woman laughs with her flesh stick inside.

I think I felt it from the pain and nervousness of the tortoise.

If you attack a virgin badly, you'll scare the man.

It's a man's job to teach him the pleasure of intercourse so he doesn't.

The pain increases even after putting it in for too long.

It's time to hold your body down disappointingly to ejaculate and shake your hips to strength.

"Ah!"

The woman also closes her eyes like she's ready to see what I do.

He had the pain endured for a while, and finally sucked it on his chest, pushing his male root to the deepest point and securing it.

"Gu."

"Hih!! It's pouring in!

He shakes his hips and releases the sperm twice and three degrees, pulling through where the meat stick stops the movement.

"Good for you."

"Yes......"

A word after the act, you used to say Melissa was completely different just because she said so.

The woman delightfully narrows her eyes and looks strangely at the seeds spilling from within herself, which has spread.

"Are you tired? I don't care. Just stay in bed and rest."

This is my room set up in the former nobleman's mansion I took in, so no one can interrupt me.

It's good to bite the aftertaste of loss for a while.

Celia stood in front of the door as she left the room with the water.

"What's up? You wanted a peek?

"No! I got in touch, but I wasn't in such a hurry, so I was waiting for it to end."

I am calm enough.

I used to come in and intimidate women for some reason.

"We have a star of sight for supplies to be received. Loading of seizures is also going smoothly."

"Directly from Leoporto?

"That's right. Can I help you?

"No, I don't mind."

Now that you've destroyed the enemies that come to Baleola, there are no enemies in the vicinity.

Given the truce negotiations, I can't even go around looting the perimeter.

There is nothing to do until Wang Du concludes.

"What shall we do with the wall? It's too defenseless, would you like to fix it at all?

The wall on the west side collapses massively around the gate, allowing bandits and mercenaries to enter all they want.

"No, there's no way the bandits are going to set us up, and we're not going to rule this city, leave us alone"

"Okay. And it's a huge number of carriages."

The town's boulevard is lined with numerous carriages of horse drawn apart in size.

They range from large four-headed ones to the ones that let Roba pull them.

"I paid the owner for it. I've seized the Trier army's belongings."

"Thousands of people's gear, are you going to take everything home?

"If possible."

The crude equipment that is common in the soldiers of local lords is only heavy, so I throw it away, but the armor worn by nobles and knights is more expensive than a hefty gem.

Hmm, she's cute to think about, so I'll stroke her cheek.

"Wow! Stop! Stop!

"I leave this one to Leopold. You don't have to worry."

"Ok so please don't pull my cheek!!

I'm the one who started this dispute, and naturally I'm taking all the expenses out personally.

Say you won the streak. It's damaged, and it costs a lot of money to move the army.

I was able to gain experience in action, but this is not the end of the line.

You can use it and sell it for money if you bring home any equipment that the destroyed enemy has abandoned or disarmed.

Hopefully, we can get the ransom for the great old men, but that'll be in the terms of a truce.

Besides, the city also seemed to have houses and wealthy merchants where the nobles lived, starting with their lords.

I left a lot behind, so you can have it.

We left our citizens alone and drove first.

I'll get that kind of disadvantage.

It could be a good expedition with an out-of-the-box.

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Wangdu Gordonia

"Even if we put aside the responsibility for the opening of the war because of the above, it is clear that the Goldonian side carried out an excessive attack, during the ceasefire, to compensate for the losses and to modify the border line…"

Count Berdeaux appeals to King Alexandro as he makes a stern face.

In addition to the Bareola failure, even the regiment that attempted to recapture it was devastated, and King Triea's government found it unsolvable in negotiations through the earliest ambassadors.

So he won favorable terms from Goldonia in the post-Arkland war territorial negotiations, and furthermore, a white feather arrow struck Count Berdeau, who vociferously said that he was also in a personal friendship with the king.

He was initially negative, but every time he talked about martial arts in the social world, he went to Gordonia as an envoy in a way that was pushed by the voices around him who said, "That's all I said."

"That's a strange story. If you're not responsible for the war, our country may pay for it."

"But there's a lot of damage going on right now. I need you to make up for this damage your country has done..."

"My country and your country are friendly, and this is nothing more than an unfortunate accident that took place between the rest of your ministers and your country. Or my lord... did Viscount Hardlett do any outrageous imitations against morality?

"I don't know that..."

"Rather, according to the rest of your information, your army slaughtered the fleeing people and fired arrows at our army at the end of the day."

Berdeaux turns his eyes away.

You're right, I wouldn't say it's a ripped mouth, but it's too unusual an ending.

"It's in the paranoia that the traitors say. Don't be serious..."

More and more the king slapped his desk...... instead of being there he put the teacup a little rambling.

"We were preemptively attacked and stepped deeper into the country… If this was a war against a hostile country, it would be your country that would pay compensation. But the rest says there is no difference in unconditional withdrawal. Draw soldiers to the border and forget about each other. Isn't that good?"

But Berdeaux can't snort at the terms.

What the Kingdom of Triea had lost in its engagement with the hardlet army was too great.

There was less damage from the army destroyed at the border, and the army that tried to recapture Baleola was crushed and the vast majority surrendered, and we don't even know how much damage was done.

Cumulatively, the total number destroyed exceeds 10,000.

Their gear was lost a lot, and they can't fool around with the amount of supplies that were taken away from them by destroying the Heavy Squad.

Even though they say they are short of supplies due to frequent insurgencies in the occupied territories on top of soaring cereals.

If no compensation is obtained on this, it will also be a major blow to the King's Government.

Most importantly, the King Triea Army was defeated twice by the Lordship opponent of the border anyway.

The prestige of the kingdom will be rounded up in harmony as there was nothing.

That is not very good in a situation where we are now pushing with force the frequent peasant insurgency in the former Arkland territory.

Berdeaux's hope was that King Goldonia, unlike rumors, was not such a tough negotiator.

That was also the case in previous negotiations.

Then I dare not go out badly.

"If you can't get compensation, unfortunately, you can't call it a ceasefire right away. Sir Hardlett seems to be in the depths of our realm for a long time, and he and his army could end up with unfortunate consequences, right?

It's a lie.

At the time of the unsuccessful retrieval of Baleola, there were no powerful troops in the vicinity.

The main force of the King's Army is around Trisnia, and even if we gather the Horsemen's Army, the surrounding lords will not accept to challenge a strong hardlet army that has won twice over by widows.

"I don't want a war with your country."

A relief floats in Berdeau's face.

"But there are also many wars that are unwanted by both sides."

My face was tense.

"There is no need to keep us informed as to whether your country intends to destroy him. But the deed makes the rest grumpy."

The king opens the window as he says, overlooking the entire King's capital.

"Goldonia is a big country. And we're getting the right army."

"... what happened to that?

The king looks back.

I was laughing, but my gaze couldn't get out of Berdeau's eyes.

"It has nothing to do with this, but the rest of us are making exercises to make the army stronger."

Speaking of which, Berdeaux comes to think of the low number of soldiers in the garrison.

"The topography just right for the exercise was in the south - 30,000 big exercises, something I really want to succeed in."

Blood draws from Berdeaux's face.

30,000 large armies are heading south.

Nor is he so peacefully bogged down as to appear to be the only exercise at this time.

Even now that we are confused by the peasant rebellion and the invasion of the hardlet army, it is horrible to just think about what would happen if we were properly bumped into 30,000 regular Gordonian troops.

"Play... such demonstrations will lead to the isolation of your country. Even though Goldonia is a major power, it is not appropriate to enemy four countries at the same time."

"It's just an exercise. But if you dare to go along with the hypothetical story..."

The king smiles.

It was an offensive grin that made no sense of serenity, friendship or fine dust.

"It will be three countries at that time. Is it important for those who have already been killed that the bad guys receive any punishment?

Neither of them spoke a word anymore.

The king didn't need to talk about anything more, and Berdeaux couldn't say anything.

It is clear that the current Triea cannot carry any part of the full attack on Goldonia.

Sooner or later, even if Goldonia were to be sanctioned by force by the neighbouring countries, there would surely be no appearance of Triea there.

Silence continues until the king finishes slowly enjoying the change of tea, and the sound of placing the cup quietly sounds loud.

"Count Berdeaux, it's a truce. Hand over your swords and return to each other's houses. Isn't that okay?"

Berdeaux was the Special Envoy of the Delegation of Plenipotentiaries, and the ceasefire was established under a bilateral agreement when he snorted in disillusionment.

Conditions immediately retreated to the previous border line, and all prisoners were freed, and both sides held accountable in time of war.

It is further decided to establish a buffer zone in the border zone to prevent collisions.

Berdeaux was chewing on King Alexandro's horrors.

Who is a king sweeter than his reputation, and this king would not hate to bring the whole plain into battle if it were in his interest.

But now his biggest concern was what he would be treated like after bringing this news back to his home country.

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A week later, Bareola.

They say it's a truce.

"Hmm."

"Really?"

"Is the war over!

"Eh????

It's me, Leopold, Celia, and Irigina who are here.

There is no surprise at all.

It's the end I could have expected, and I've been strategizing on that premise.

"And the terms?

"Unconditional and immediate withdrawal of troops, also liberation of all prisoners. That's all."

"Ho, the king seems to be good at showing off, too."

"Right, and Leopold, if the king asks you, you'll be guilty of disrespect."

"I won't say it in front of you"

"Either way, there's no use staying longer than the truce has been decided. Get what you want and let's just go home."

"It's like a bunch of bandits or mercenaries."

Celia makes a tea.

"If you're a real bandit, I'll take a woman."

"... I knew you weren't a bandit. You must have eaten two maids, not just one."

You're looking closely.

I got a big milk maid and an older maid.

Of course I didn't do anything forceful.

"Leoporto, have you loaded the loot?

The terms of the truce did not give rise to wartime responsibility.

Then you don't have to return the supplies you looted during the conflict.

"Yes, I'm not lagging. Especially the kinds of armaments are like mountains just for what seems to be worth a lot. I can't exactly load it up, so I'm going to leave it for a few minutes."

"I don't mind. If we leave, the bandits might come, and I'll leave you with a little bit of it."

The walls that protect the city have been smashed.

I don't feel good about a good woman in the city being mauled all she wants by bandits.

"If the soldiers want to take it home, let them take it home as they please."

Of course, you can't let it be whatever gear you want, but if you take it back and sell it off, it'll be a good extraordinary income for them, too.

For forbidding the plundering of individual units, their morale will not rise without something fruitful.

"Anyway, I'd like to bring home gold and jewelry."

The conversation's getting more and more bandit.

"I'm loading it as a priority. Some inventories have been recorded to prevent removal."

Celia receives it and writes it back when she says she doesn't have to show it.

You're a really serious guy.

"If you're ready, I'll withdraw tomorrow. There's no point in sitting here."

"" "Yes!" "" "Aye."

How many wars has it been since I've been in Gordonia for two years?

And it's still going to continue.

Sounds like a life that's really on the verge of battle or war.

I head to my bedroom looking at my men leaving early enough for final confirmation of orders and preparations for the soldiers.

Give me an order and I'll have nothing more to do with it.

Outstanding they will do everything well.

"Is it a good night? Now get the sheets...... Yikes!!

I lift the older maid who was in the hallway aside and stick her hand in my crotch and unload her underwear.

He was peeling his ass off, panicking. He walked into the bedroom holding her.

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Protagonist Agil-Hardlet, 20, summer.

(Years)

Status Viscount of the Kingdom of Goldonia Commander of the Eastern Independent Army 2000

Arkland Southeastern Lords Private Army 300 Mountain People about 1000

2000 Property Gold Coins (5000 Sheets Debt)

Weapon Dual Crater (Great Sword) Big Spear

Family Nonna (Wife) Kara (Side Room) Mel (Side Room) SW (Daughter) KURU

Rita Sebastian Yoguri

King's capital Melissa Maria Catherine Antonio (son)

Mitty Almachlor

Subordinate Celia (Deputy) Iridina (Commander of Our Army) Pipi (Subordinate)

Leopold (Deputy Commander of the Independent Army) Adolf (Home Affairs Officer) Schwartz (Horse)

49 Experience, 7 children who gave birth.