Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

In the middle of the day, when the heat still does not subside, the regular sound of the iron boots standing prolongs.

On Schwartz I just drop off a bunch of soldiers walking past me.

Irigina and Celia next to each other don't move with upright immobilization.

"Stop them all! Turn right - right!

The soldier's legs stopped and made a loud metal noise to rotate the line on the spot.

The trumpet, bronze, and drums are beaten without intermittent hair.

The soldiers hoist spears and swords over their heads to match the sound.

It's more polite... it's ritual, not rough stuff to do to make a scene before it gets rough.

"Salute Master Hardlett!

Soldiers salute us all at once.

I responded with a sword so that the temper would not appear on my face.

"Turn right!

The soldiers resumed the march with their swords and spears raised as they rotated again.

A neat march, something I think I've worked out a lot, but this action has no military significance whatsoever.

"Leopold's guy skipped."

"I have no choice. It's only a ritual... because without Mr. Leopold, it would be practical."

Hold his shoulder until he's cute Celia.

The belly and flank wounds worn with a blade full of rust are shallow but painful, and most importantly, the doctor forbade him to drink.

Really treading or kicking is this thing.

Speaking of which, Chloe went to the doctor too, I don't know what it is.

"Soul Relief Ceremony Hey...... do you really need it?

Myra answers the sigh-minded complaint.

"There are loud voices of anxiety coming from residents living near Rafen, especially outside the city walls....... I can't even do it. Hundreds of bodies have suddenly risen."

"We've defeated the culprit, so we're good now."

This incident is not like a normal zombie outbreak.

That Rich was resurrecting and manipulating the dead in some way, because he defeated that body, so no more worries.

The moment we defeated him now, all the zombies returned to their original immobile bodies.

"Even so, the anxiety of the people will not go away. Wouldn't it be nice if you could feel safe at one of the festivals"

What is happening now is a ceremony for that, there have been massive deaths of soldiers recently, and the brave march and music show the way to the underworld...

I'm not complaining about the ceremony itself.

There is no problem with the cost of doing so.

"What I'm complaining about is why I have to stand in this damn heat."

Schwartz also hisses dissatisfied.

Mostly because you're black, it's extra hot, why don't you distract me and get a little white.

Besides, this guy just ate a woman.

The woman this guy drops and makes a breeder, now she's greedy if there's a gap alongside her favorite female horse.

The woman's hole is so gabbly that it drips even when the dark meatloaf is standing... it has expanded to Schwartz size.

I don't think I can deal with a human man anymore... maybe I have no problem because I snuck at Schwartz myself.

"You luxurious bastard, I'll pull the hair out of your back"

Schwartz just looked back at this one to stop.

"Please stop being barren. If Sir Hardlett is here, the people and the soldiers will be relieved. I think it's an important job for the lord."

If you look, the people are watching the soldiers marching from the outer perimeter of the graveyard to the inside as they rattle their instruments.

I just seemed to have some peace of mind in front of the army.

"It's time for a flashy performance."

We'll hang out when we get here, come on. Do whatever you want.

"Uh, prepare appropriately..."

"Tristan, take it seriously within what I'm saying with my mouth"

Myra stares at Tristan, who speaks out of his mind, and he gives orders.

"Artillery Squad...... Fire"

The people made a small scream at the roaring roar.

A white smoke erupts from the lined cannon.

"Dude, you left a cannon in a place like this!?

It's dangerous and the cannon will burst quickly.

"Don't worry. I have reduced the amount of gunpowder and not even stuffed balls. This roar should surprise the people, but at the same time it should be a boast of power."

Myra was right, the residents gathered were at first surprised and confused but eventually sparse but began to cheer.

I think we might have caught a glimpse of it.

"Dear Eigil, please call everyone here."

Celia stuck with Myra as she lost.

I don't have a choice, let's just get it done.

I raise the Dual Crater to heaven, calling on the soldiers and the people, all of them.

Even the beautiful sword reflected the light of the sun and emitted a jewel-like light.

"Everybody listen! There was definitely some strange zombie noise the other day. The culprit was an evil evil spirit nestled in an ancient temple...... but I don't have to worry about crusading already. Whatever else happens, the army moves quickly to eliminate it. Don't worry."

This is my best shot, if I talk any longer, I'm gonna lose it.

"If the lord says..."

"You heard the roar now, didn't you? If it's about zombies, I'll kick your ass right away."

"I hope the lord defeats the culprit."

"Rumor has it you beat up a ghost with a delicacy."

"No, I heard I skewered him with a meat stick."

"A lord might do it. They're gonna be about the same height when they get serious about everything."

Everyone seems convinced and the soldiers and the people cheer this way.

You know, most importantly, but what's the second half, is Celia the source of the rumors?

"It was Mr. Leopold and Adolphe who told me to spread rumors to reassure the people! Myra agreed! But I didn't say a word about a meat stick."

"I don't know if there have been any strange rumors lately."

What kind of pervert exorcises ghosts with a meat stick?

I simply tightened it up and threw it.

"That's crazy enough, too."

Gently pull Celia's cheeks and shut her up.

"Fu fu fu... stop it. Yes! Oh, I'm even stroking my butt!

Moving his gaze behind a flashy ceremony, the Corps of Engineers is moving somewhere around the corner of the cemetery.

"What's that thing making?

"Didn't Mr. Adolph say that? Incinerator...... that's why. Anyone suspected of undead or plague will be burned and buried."

Will you burn the body?

"Normally, that's just where the pity and the people raise their voices, but now there will be more of a welcome voice. Instead of not feeling good, he's helping me for free."

If I do bake it, I can't be a zombie or a skeleton.

When a large number of bodies appear on the battlefield, they are also baked together so that they do not become undead.

Have you also mixed up the idea of preventing the plague there?

"To use the people's fear of the undead is to say smart or to say bad tachi"

Maybe the Home Secretary can't do it without that.

"Well, on the surface, that's it. So, how'd it go?"

After we see the ceremony through to the end, we move to the mansion's office.

Because we weren't talking about doing it in front of the people and soldiers.

All the ceremonies so far have reassured the people. Nothing else makes any particular sense.

More importantly, the basement of the example temple... is an investigation of where the culprit Rich appeared.

I wanted to go too, but I was injured, so I couldn't stop it.

Celia's face tightens tightly.

Pretty, but you'd be mad if you stroked your ass here.

"I picked ten people from the convoy to investigate. There were a few skeletons inside, but I was able to handle them without any problems. No damage...... no Christoph fell and passed out"

"No damage, or a heavily armed escort would be hit every skeleton. So what did you find?"

"There was only one casket wrapped in chains from the outside. I opened inside and saw it, but it looked more like a mold frame than a coffin. Inside the stone coffin it was hardened with lead... and I knew nothing about bones"

"... right"

It's not the usual thing to tie up the dead from the outside and pour lead into them.

Perhaps the culprit had been delivered to the coffin.

Either way, he did get amputated with a dual crater and disappeared.

There will no longer be any point in the body.

"Is this book later, rather than a diary? As you can see, it's been missing for a very long time... and there are so many elusive expressions that I don't use right now that it doesn't make sense."

Celia wrapped it in a cloth and carefully removed the diary, it is so old and painful that it seems to collapse instantly if treated at all abusively.

"It was placed on an example coffin. I don't think it makes any sense."

I don't know.

The book might reveal something about his life.

Rich heard that a powerful wizard had turned into a ghost after his death.

What kind of person the wizard was, how he lived and how he died.

Maybe I can figure out why it turned into a ghost.

"But that doesn't make sense either."

Have a sip of tea and elbow.

He's a finished man.

It ended as a man when he died, Rich was nothing but a monster, the only remaining cuss.

It doesn't make sense to twitch his life back any more.

The dead just returned to the dust as the original dead.

Rarely dress up and look far out the window.

(Wow wow today's treat is my favorite pumpkin pie -)

Casey flies fluffy.

"... because some guys have been enjoying their lives since they died, let's read it"

"What are you talking about? And unfortunately I can't make sense of this either..."

If Celia can't read, most guys can't.

If so, he's the only one.

He should be home after the ceremony.

"Ha... you told me to read this worn out...?

"Yes, I'm not saying write it down in full. As long as it makes sense."

"It's a book for once, and it's an old diary for nothing... and the contents won't be interesting, but if you're telling me to do my paycheck..."

"Read it now without a bump!

Tristan turns carefully with a frustrating Celia on his ass.

I don't mind because every time I turn the book is torn, the page is torn off but I don't even have to reread it twice.

Every page Tristan's unmotivated voice reads out the contents.

Celia seemed frustrated with the way it was translated, but she was able to grasp the contents roughly.

Long before now, there lived a man in a small town called Rafen.

The man was a very good wizard and a celebrity whose name even goes to the inhabitants around him, but also to the lords and neighboring nobles.

From the magic of the wind to the magic of thunder. He used a variety of magic, and was hailed as a rare magician.

But the man was not satisfied.

The man was a brilliant wizard who could use all sorts of magic, but every magic was an excellent user stop.

The magic of fire, the magic of fantasy, I learned a lot, but none of it could be the kind of user in history.

The man believed in his talents and kept searching for the most suitable magic.

And finally, the man found it.

It was the magic of manipulating the dead.

The contents were originally a diary, but if Tristan told me to say it, he would say this.

"Dead man..."

"The magic of the wind and the magic of thunder were powerful, but not extraordinary."

Alice can only use the magic of fire, but maybe if it's the power of a single blow, it's more amazing than that rich one.

The point was, I could do anything, but I guess they were all instrumentally poor up and down.

I know I'll miss you a little as a rare magician.

"But by virtue of the dead..."

Magic is not particularly forbidden in Goldonia or in other countries.

Sometimes it is said that there are no wizards as prescribed by law in the first place, but a little object can be a street art, and if it is powerful and useful, it can be treasured even if it is a village chief or a lord.

There are certain things like Alice's, but in her case her relationship with her father was a problem in the first place.

"But magic about the dead..."

"I've never heard of you."

It wasn't because it didn't exist that I'd never heard of it.

I can tell by common sense that it is forbidden to manipulate and move the bodies of others.

That's not rational, it's the same human physiological disgust that eats human flesh.

"Read More"

I've almost imagined that.

The man rejoiced.

Because I felt an infinite possibility unlike any other in the magic of the dead.

The number of deaths that could be manipulated increased from 5 to 10 and from 10 to 20.

The man forgets everything else and even punches it in to extremes the magic of the dead.

But the man has noticed.

The town of Rafen was small and the cemetery was small.

Digging the cemetery back from one end will not allow you to recover any more decent bodies.

As it is, a man cannot challenge his limits.

So the man decided to make the dead.

Fortunately, a man is a myriad of magic users, there is no such thing in town as being able to counter a man.

"And when this happens,"

"... oh my god... that used to happen in Rafen..."

Gently embrace trembling Celia and touch her chest.

I'm not talking about decades ago from the ancient nature of the book.

No one in town will remember me anymore.

"It's a nasty story. If they read something like this, they'll want to cage you in your room for three days."

Tristan continues ignoring your voice that you will always be pulling.

The man recovered a lot of bodies.

We have also created tools to enhance magic to complement the limits of our own bodies.

They made capes out of spinning every single hair of many dead people.

I showered that cloak with a bunch of organs and brains and allowed resentment and resentment to dwell.

The cloak went dark and dark.

"Wow... this is terrible"

"If it's for many people, it can't be black."

"Ah, Master Agil! You raised that cape to Mr. Leopold, didn't you!

Um, I might be weaving feathers by now because it suits my army based on black.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. Let's keep going."

"I wonder if you're okay... if you're undead..."

I don't want to see the undead Leoporto, I guess I'll go check on him later.

"It's not a diary from here.... Guard records."

The man had only seen his magic thing already.

It was one arrow that ended that path.

An arrow full of poison pierced the man's arm, and as he wandered around, he died.

The man was out of breath, but the guards and the villagers feared that he might even manipulate his own corpse, putting the corpse in a heavy stone coffin and pouring out the molten lead, further wrapped in chains and pushing it into the basement of the temple.

Like this demon will never come back.

"That's it."

"I'm back."

I'm glad I'm not motivated to listen to you at all.

You'll never know with a guy like this.

Well, I'll have to teach Leopold a little bit.

Speak to Leoporto, who leaves the mansion and supervises his training at the squad yard.

"Wow... that cloak"

"Ha!

He weaves his example cloak brilliantly of things, and Celia makes a weird voice and falls back.

Well, there's no way my boss won't use what I gave him.

Good boss. I'll explain everything from what to what.

"... I see"

Leoporto, who heard the story, takes his cape off without a look on his face.

"If this is what you call an undead kind of thing, it will take extra effort. If you'll excuse me, I'll take it off."

Oh, I don't mind at all.

But you don't have to give it back to me.

Because I don't want it either.

Leoporto continues to monitor his training as if he had removed his cape but nothing had happened.

The same faceless expression, it looks like it makes no difference.

"I can't believe you're okay with hearing that... don't you really have any emotions?

"Come on, I don't know about that"

Leoporto was soaking for two hours this evening in a bath that he wouldn't normally use as inefficient.

He also witnessed the sight of his squire, Nina, laundry with the clothes in mind.

You, in fact, would have cared a little, wouldn't you?

Bedroom

"I hear Leopold's been in the bath all this time after all."

"It's a bad hobby. Totally."

Imagine Leopold's troubled face I've never seen before, and Myra got mad at me when I was laughing at Niyanya.

It's usually Celia who comes to her room and takes care of me, but she's busy cleaning up after the ceremony today.

"I said I'd help too...... I left it to you because I would be willing to do it alone"

"Celia may be up against you"

"Ha, is that what it is"

With the sword arm, Myra is up, and Myra, who reaches 160 Celia and 170, has a different physique, so I can't help it.

Experience is different in Myra, where she once led an army with Celia, who is also studying in command.

Maybe Myra can be called a rival to her.

"I'm already 27... what are you going to do late for a little girl who won't even be twenty"

"I guess so, but he's a hard worker and he hates losing. It's not easy to convince."

Sit in bed and put liquor in two glasses.

The doctor stopped me from drinking in the morning, and now at night, things change.

Myra came to sit next to me after a gratuity.

"Besides... maybe we're hanging out here too"

Hold Myra. Rub her chest from the top of her clothes.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Myra, who is usually resistant to nasty things, doesn't resist either.

My mistress gets her milk rubbed in her bedroom... it's natural to breathe.

I have no doubt that she herself has come tonight with the intention of accepting my meat stick.

"Ugh... it's not as big as Mr. Nonna's anyway"

"It is incorrect to compare it to Nonna.... It's a good milk to invite a man."

Myra's breasts are uplifting enough.

If Maria hears that it's small, etc., she'll shed blood tears.

Celia's breasts have recently grown to be gnarly, but it still doesn't extend to Myra.

They are both soft and good milk.

"When you get rubbed loose like that...... Amen"

I get a colorful gasp when I kiss my neck muscles while rubbing my chest.

So it switched on.

Suck it on your neck so you can push Myra down and squash her.

I lowered my lips as I forcefully spread my chest and let my tongue crawl into my breasts and finally my nipples into my mouth......

"Please wait!

So Myra pushes me in the face and gets out of bed.

There won't be any deposits here...... I was curious about that because of me and the delicacies.

"I have no complaints about being held. I was going to do that from the beginning, and... I'm just going to say a little bit more from the beginning because I'm not."

"Okay. Then stand there."

Make Myra stand a little away from her bed.

I don't scratch my underwear or suck it on my chest, either.

Sometimes it would be a good way to do things like blue boys and girls.

"Give me your lips...... eh"

Hold her from the front and fit her lips together.

I can't put my tongue in. Just a twinkly kiss, hardly sexy should be, but Myra closes her eyes to feel good and shakes her body.

Over and over again I make the kiss a little more intense with my lips together.

First he cracks open his lips, then licks his teeth with his tongue, and then puts his tongue further inside his teeth.

"Mm-hmm! Hmm!"

My tongue stretches out from Myra and the two tongues are intricately intertwined.

First pushing my saliva in, she slowly throated, followed by saliva being pumped in by her.

A good, intense but serene kiss.

"Pu Ha"

"Nha...... haha"

When I let go of my lips, a bridge of saliva took place between them.

Myra looks at me with regret, but I want you to move on.

"You want to take it off yourself? Or shall I take it off?"

"Let me take it off... can I have it?

I can't help but laugh at my pretty voice.

Carefully remove the jacket so that the squire will never be abusive, and the clothes that were coming downstairs will also flow.

When only in summer and two pieces of room clothing are turned, the breasts roll out.

The nipple is already pinned up.

"Oh... hehe, were you motivated"

Myra turns her face bright red.

She smelled like fruit juice thin from her naked upper body.

She came here with perfume.

Then he takes it off with a quiet but quick hand.

When I ripped the last one off, my pussy, which curled up the beautiful pubic hair of gold, had a thin mouth open.

"Beautiful."

"Well, don't compliment me on that place!

Myra's hand is placed on her head when she puts her mouth on her pussy trying to lick her first.

"Um... I'm the only one who's embarrassed to be naked. Sir Hardlett, please take it off too."

Right, let's just take it off.

I got a hand on my side where I was naked.

"Wounds… are they from when you defeated Rich"

"It was an old blade. It's working, and there's no risk of rotting."

Myra caresses the wound just a little before carefully licking it to mercy.

I can't stand it anymore, let's get the meat stick out.

"Oh, wait! I'm down there..."

That said Myra kneels at my feet and takes off her pants and underwear.

Soon after, the sound of bacon and meat, freed my delicacies stuck in my stomach.

"Awesome way to get a burst...... you're as good as a 15 or 6 boy. And it's huge... it's going to reach your chest."

"Heh heh, you're getting bigger and bigger when you're so praised"

"When I'm older than this, I'm really dead. Shall we shave?

"That's fascinating, too, but not this time."

This time I have decided to have a blue man and woman exchange.

Hold Myra from behind and insert her fingers into the female hole.

"Ahhh... there it is! Shallow place...... ahhh!

Stimulation with my fingers alone, but I know all about Myra's weaknesses.

With just about thirty seconds of caress, her hips begin to turn.

"You're a susceptible guy. Look... how's it going here. You were weak here too."

Caress one good place after another as you connect the beans with your index finger.

Myra fell to her forehead, whispering without the skill of becoming.

Love liquid has already overflowed the floor.

"Don't go down like that."

Pull your fingers out, grab your ass, put your mouth on it and put your tongue in.

"Aww! My mouth...... Aah!

Myra endures desperately with her hands on her lap so that she doesn't fall.

It would be a hell of a nasty attitude if a third party saw it.

But the only thing I can see that buries my face from behind is a genitals dripping down my pulled ass and juice that spreads in front of me.

Now I'm just gonna shake this nasty part.

"Ha, ha, I can't stand any more feet"

Lift Myra, who has reached her limit, and let her go to bed.

Once between Myra's legs, who played with a small scream, she slipped away from her face as she lit up.

"Blue acts like these kids, okay?

"You can't accumulate with such a good child."

Exchange a kiss to put your tongue in again.

Okay, time to insert it.

"We're going in now. What kind of a hug do you want?

"Please keep riding. From the front... normally..."

I've come this far with a blue act.

Shall we go through to the end?

"Then let's go. I'm not going to execute you, so I don't need that face of determination."

Myra kept her eyes closed with her hands on my shoulder.

"A woman needs to be quite prepared to accept Sir Hardlett's enormous delicacies!

With that said, most women don't look like this.

But if you go in there, you'll whisper as soon as you can.

"Let's go... sora... go in"

Embrace your thighs and go hip-forward.

Meri and her genitals smudged for a moment, wrinkled between Myra's eyebrows, but if she broke through the entrance, she was later led into the overflowing love fluid and went smoothly.

"Hmm!"

"Agu!!

At the end of the day, Don and the meat walls slammed, and the delicacies entered the deepest part.

Her eyes, which were closed, opened and her body became stiff at the same time... and she slowly and softly loosened up.

"I went in the back. Tighten it up."

"You're working out, so you only get half and a little... how gigantic are you"

Myra has a narrow hole for her physique, and she enjoys each other when she rubs it shallow because her muscles are tight for that matter.

"I'm draining the roots and draining the juice. Nasty hole."

"It's a woman's destiny to want to wear a good man's meat stick like you."

Myra crawls her hands on my back and arms while she says so.

"Great muscle, manly and lovely."

"I love you muscular masculine," said Myra's words interrupted when she had a small voice, happy and used her hips.

"Hino! It rubs so much...... it feels good! More..."

"More? Like this?

Increase your hips swing and dosdos poke in the back.

Myra whispered but began to grieve.

I know it's not this.

Make her say what she wants you to do.

"Well, not more... more"

"What more? You want me to twist it to the root?

Myra mumbled, then shouted out loud about whether she had decided to be ready.

"Here it is! Please rub this place harder!

Reaching out and pressing his own belly, the hole narrowed and the meat stick was strongly frictioned.

You've risen lightly to that stimulus. She turns her head and tongue out.

Myra's weakest point is the rough parts of the place that are shallow enough to reach even her fingers.

Myra falls right off when she rubs this place with a meat stick.

"Heh, I knew it. Is this what you think?

Give me the fierce friction she wanted me to.

I feel a screaming noise rising naturally, and even hotter objects at the junction.

Looks like we finally sprinkled the tide.

But I won't let it end.

"Gu..."

"Hih, it still hardens!

Strengthen the meat stick with force in the lower abdomen to stiffen it up one step at a time.

Push the iron-like male root against the weak spot and rub the meat umbrella crease against it.

"Hi-no-no, no, no! No, no, no, no! Really, no! You can't make it that strong!!

The tone has changed.

Myra, who usually has a respectful tone, screams in a childish tone.

My hands tend to let me go, but my legs won't let me go with my hips in them.

"I'll believe you on the foot. Oh, my God! It's not over yet!

I wake up forcefully with my legs sprinkled on my hips and become a mid back.

Take the flexing position and poke the meat bar down from the top to attack Myra.

"Awww! No, no, no, no! Ahhh!

Rubbing Myra's chest, which keeps screaming as she moves her hips hard, snatches her lips and shivers as little as she wants once.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

I guess a deep real peak has come.

I kiss where my breath is inhaled for screaming.

It was that moment.

"Mm-hmm!!

With her mouth blocked, a scream creeping, unparalleled massive tides scattered, and her hands and legs tangled together, she ascended to the extreme of happiness.

"Gu!"

At the same time, the strong tightness of the visit makes me almost spit out my sperm again.

After enduring a strong tightening with the cucumber, Myra, who was completely out of strength, was rolled onto the bed before pulling out the specialty and setting the aim.

"Let's go, Myra, take it!

The massive amount of seed juice that erupts hits Myra's face with the same aim, and then he defiles his chest from his face as he erupts one after the other.

Usually she was angry at me for being this insane, but she was bathing her body with semen pouring down with a happy face in the top finish.

"Phew...... it felt good"

"In my body... I have to take a bath"

Myra trying to wake her body up with a breath from the top, but it's not over yet.

"What are you talking about? After the bath, okay?

"Huh? I didn't get ejaculated in such a large amount already..."

Poke a completely unatrophied delicacy in front of Myra.

I wouldn't be satisfied with a single ejaculation.

"Well, I'm already at my limit..."

"Then you can just be falling asleep. I'll do it all."

I drag Myra into bed as I say, and now I pierce her horizontally.

"Ahhh! It's sloppy there! If I get rubbed, I move..."

He repositions himself while rubbing his weakness to seal the counterattack.

You can lay low and slap him, or you can sit down and poke him.

Whatever it is, you can lift it up and do it hard.

The night is still to come.

"Wait, it really breaks my body, no, stop... Hino, no, no!! Boy root wow no no no!!

"Phew... satisfied"

See Myra rolling next door.

Throwing her hands and feet out, she was slowly moving her shoulders.

"Myra, have you slept?

"No, consciousness is barely there. My body doesn't move anymore... but I shouldn't even take a bath"

Look, it's a snack to have a morning full of each other's fluids.

"Stunning... Giant Root... Female Killer..."

"Thank you. That's a compliment."

When I stroked my shiny hair with seed juice, Myra squeezed her last force and nodded her face into my chest.

It would be a tremendous sexual stench on each other, but it doesn't bother me on this occasion.

It would be nice to hold him like this until morning.

That's when I heard Concon and Knock.

"Master Agil? Have you been off yet?

Celia's voice, it must have taken her until midnight to clean up after.

Myra mouths me when she tries to reply.

"Have a good night now...... that's crazy. It's locked"

I don't usually lock bedrooms.

Because there may be a woman who comes here at night.

"Suspicious...... are you sure you're off, Master Agil?

I just try to get pathetic and reply but Myra shakes her head in tears.

Hmm, bad for Celia, but let's make this a day for Myra.

Shall we go eat some sweets together tomorrow?

Early the next morning, I saw Myra sleeping happily when Celia stuck on the back of a maid who had brought water, and there was a fury and a commotion, but it wasn't enough to care.

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Chloe, super gossip, despair.

Late night, Tristan, private room.

Late in the night, when both family and servants sleep, one boy visits a room with a serious face.

The boy knew that there was no day or night in the lord of the room.

Something that isn't happening more in the morning or during the day.

"Ha... why do I have to listen to your lower body?

"Yes, the doctor also told me," It can't be your age "... there's nowhere left to rely."

Tristan sighed louder than usual.

A word that Chloe seems unwilling when she finishes explaining the situation.

"I guess that's because Rich sucked my life off."

Pull one book out of the bookshelf filling the room.

"When touched by Rich, he is angry... which means he is plucked out of his life force itself. This is the source of his magic."

Chloe listened back in horror.

"When you get out of your mind...?

"I'm going to die. Being angry is a raw source. I can't live without this."

Chloe remembers the bodies of men and women who were dry.

"But in your case, you were helped before that happened, weren't you? That's why death was spared."

Tristan drinking a cup of tea.

"So...?

"The most direct link to life for humans... is the place that's at stake for you right now. Rich drained me of my vitality for quite some time in your case. Maybe that's why we lost Soko's functionality."

"No!"

Chloe kneels down disappointed.

"So, but Master Eigil was getting smoked scattered, and since the day he left, many people have lined up..."

The gasp of a resounding woman is the specialty of this mansion, and it remains the same.

"It's because people have different amounts of anger. He's... unusual, so I don't think he should be very helpful."

The two think of the man holding dozens of women from morning to night when left alone.

"Ugh... I do have more than three times as many as I do... and so what do I do with this"

Tristan said something as cruel as nothing.

"It may heal with a mundane trigger, or it may remain so until death. In my personal opinion, if it doesn't heal after three days, I don't think so. [M] Maybe the sudden loss of life broke my cock."

Chloe crumbles to the floor without words and whimpers.

Tristan spoke gently to the boy who had been unable to do so since he spread his hand.

"Women aren't the only ones in life. I haven't been a woman since I was born, but I'm pretty happy. You won't care if you learn about books, tea, and napping happiness."

Chloe just kept whimpering without ever putting her mouth on the superb tea that was served.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 23, summer.

Status Friend of Dwarf, King of Mount Big Lords and Eastern Borders of the Kingdom of Goldonia Friend of King Ares

161000 inhabitants Important cities Rafen 24000 Lintblum 4000

Five hundred of us.

Infantry 3000 Cavalry 900 Archer 900 Bow Cavalry 500

Nineteen cannons.

Reserve 3 000.

Family

Nonna (Beautiful Nonna) Carla (Side Room) Mel (Side Room) Kuw (Concubine) Luw (Concubine) Melissa (Concubine)

Mirei (Concubine) Rae (Concubine) Mitty (Engagement) Maria (Engagement) Katrine (Engagement) Casey (Haunted)

Rita (Maid Length) Yoguri (Playwright) Pipi (Concubine) Alice (Magic Girl) Alma (Servant)

Sebastian (Deacon) Dorothea (Concubine/Wangdu)

Child Suumiw Ekacherina Amata Anastasia (daughter) Antonio Claude Gilbard Liner Bartolomei (son) Rose (stepdaughter)

Subordinates

Celia (deputy jealous) Gido (escort) Chloe (hopeless) Irigina (commander) Luna (commander) Ruby

Myra (Sheriff Happy) Porte (Student Director) Gretel (Dog)

Leopold (Staff Officer) Adolf (Home Affairs Officer) Tristan (Military Master?

Claire & Laurie (Drawing) Schwartz (Horse of Color) Liliane (Actress)

Mother Marceline Daughter Stephanie Bridget Felicie (Pattern Underwriting)

Property Gold Coins - 200 Solace Rites (200)

209 experience, 46 children who gave birth.