Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Bu." "Bu. Bu."

Nonna and Carla sitting next to each other are sounding dissatisfied.

They still have it in their roots to leave them in the woods all day.

"Are you hiking only with Mr. Celia or Mr. Milley?

It wasn't that calm though.

"What have you been doing in the woods? Not only does it smell like a woman, but it smells strange."

Maybe that smells like rummy.

I thought it was erased by the sexual smell because of the orgy that followed.

"We were going on our honeymoon, too?

"Let me tell you something. Boo-hoo." "Boo-hoo."

Katrine, Maria, even Mitty blame me.

By the way, Celia and Millet were transferred to another carriage because they were with me all day.

The sight of the resisting Celia being carried with both hands and legs was quite surreal.

(Nice view.)

And Casey holds the string on her hips to the roof of the carriage, flying in the wind.

Apparently, he acquired flight skills and anti-crow combat skills.

My poor old lady on the road told me that I would give her ten gold coins because she possessed something that wasn't good, so when I plunged Casey down, she blew bubbles and fainted.

Of course, she got stuck on the ground.

"Dear Agil, are you listening!? I'll have plenty of tortoises."

"I know. Lovely Nonna."

When I hold her over and stroke her head, she grows up as soon as possible.

Feel the big chest pressed onto one side of the chest plate.

If you hit that hard, you'll be flourishing here.

"You don't mind, do you? Because it's very natural for a husband to lust his wife."

Then don't hesitate to let me stick my hand in your chest.

"Ah sloppy me too!

"I have boobs over here, too." "It's small, but go ahead."

A lot of breasts offered from the left and right, Maria is just a bloated nipple, but that's good too.

"Dude, you're gonna be buried in milk. But you don't have to stop, I feel great."

But ruthlessly the passage of time marks the end of paradise.

"Lord Hardlett, we have arrived at Tortoent. … There are many people in the city ahead, so shake the carriage and whisper, and you'll see."

I hear the captain of the escort from outside the carriage.

He doesn't open carriage windows anymore.

You've been snuggling with the women except when you think about sleeping on the road.

Women in a hurry to get their clothes ready, Mitty is helping Nonna do it... she can't get in once her milk is too big and she throws it out.

Besides, it's after childbirth, so if you hold it down too much, your breast milk will erupt.

Her breast milk volume, which fills the twins and says she is tense and painful, is not half as good.

I came to the capital, so I have to say hello to the great Liberty guy for once.

When that's over, take a slow look at the city and shop...

"Hmm? What the hell?"

Shiny objects are placed in the corner of the carriage, trying to hide them with cushions.

When I pulled it out and saw it, it was a goldsmith's necklace.

I thought it would go with the costume, but it's just a bad hobby to gleam on top that it's not in anyone's dress.

……

I don't have to tell you who bought it.

I didn't do it for a day, so I don't mind about this... but what about the women other than Nonna who are distracted by surprise?

"Arrival. Please step down."

I can hear the captain.

I don't care, about this goldsmith.

Liberty's Administration

"I'll see you first. Hardlet...... Was it Borderline Uncle?

Nice to meet you, Foreign Secretary.

The executive branch is equivalent to the royal palace in Gordonia, with each minister and the country's supreme power [the president] in government.

"This time it's in the name of tourism, but I'd be happy if you felt the difference between our country and yours. I hope we'll have a good relationship for the future."

I can tell from the first word that this guy doesn't care about me.

There is no disrespectful tone, no blatant aversion, but there are thorns in every piece of polite language.

"Maybe we'll work together in the future. It would be nice to have friends with the rest of the national army... Trets, your honor has continued to escort and guide you around Lord Hardlett."

"Ha!"

They say the captain's name is Trets.

I salute you with a stiff move, but your face seems a little complicated.

Would that have bothered you so much?

"Now I'll be excused."

"Yeah, it was a meaningful time."

I tell you a lie in my heart and then I leave the room.

Get out of here. Aura was in sight.

I didn't want to see the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the main purpose was to comfort the women.

"Then please continue."

"Yes... please don't be too impotent"

The captain sighed with a bitter laugh.

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs

"Minister, they noticed you too."

In the words of the secretary the minister laughed lightly and sat deeply in the chair.

"I guess. But there's nothing wrong with that. It's just the Lords of the Border."

"In Gordonia, lords run everything from military to tax to law."

Hmm and the minister snorts.

"Such as the local chiefs having personal privileges... the kingdom is a truly inferior system of control. In the first place, it would be unreasonable to choose a ruler by blood muscle, not by ability."

The secretary says nothing more.

"Yuno seems to be involved in something, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't trust him as much as any of Altair's fanatics, such as Goldonia. It's just a piece of paper for them to make a deal with their neighbor. I don't know how many countries Goldonia has destroyed so far."

The Minister further showed the report to the secretary.

"This is a report from my stomach that got me mixed up in the escort... look, it's terrible."

"I'll take a look.... this again"

The secretary laughs unexpectedly, and the minister stares at him and squeezes his expression.

"Are there thirteen women accompanying you? Everything seems to be in a mistress relationship except my wife and side room...... now that's something that doesn't get into a lot of fights. I'd like to apologize too... Gohon, excuse me"

The secretary coughs up and reads on.

"According to the information I heard as a chat, Lord Hardlett delays the evil every night, repeated one-on-many orgies... the mansion surrounds nearly a hundred women and appears to be indiscriminately pregnant... is this the report"

"Just reading makes my eyes dirty"

"The Minister is committed to integrity. Er... this is terrible, I especially prefer to eat mothers and children side by side, and if I see them as women from toddlers to old women, do I offend them?"

"Can you negotiate decently with a man like this? Maybe the fanatics are still better off, huh?

"Ha... there seems to be a personality problem, but if you only have lust, it seems easy to handle. Isn't that what Under-Secretary Yuno was thinking?

The minister pulls in his little fool's face and thinks with his elbow on his desk.

"Right, Yuno is an excellent man, too. How easy would it be for a horny beast ruled by the lower body... I can't trust you, but sometimes you can get behind me. Don't be disrespectful for once, but don't put on a female escort."

The secretary noticed something after he nodded.

"The clerk Undersecretary Yuno had stationed for liaison was a woman."

"... raise his salary specially. It'll be too late."

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Tortoent centre

"You're developing."

"I didn't think so much."

I had heard that Liberties was a particularly economically developed country among the southern countries.

But the capital, Tortoent, is even more amazing than I thought.

In vain compared to Rafen only, he looks more vibrant than the king's capital, Goldonia.

On both sides of the boulevard, various shops call in, and in front of them, stalls and dewstores line up, selling everything from interesting to crap.

That's what keeps selling again.

I guess we can afford to buy citizens something other than necessities.

"President [Cardenas] is a very good man. Liberties has grown ever since he became ruler."

Captain...... Trets is all over the city so he is single and hits my escort.

Tortoents seem to be big cities but good security, so if they don't stand out, it's enough.

"Commander, I've missed you for a moment."

I was a little interested in the leaders chosen by the citizens for the election.

"I'm sorry… the president is extremely busy, even if he is Lord Hardlett"

"Fine, I was just interested. You're not as free as you are to see me."

If there's an edge, we'll have a chance to meet face to face.

Walk the city appropriately by pulling the women, and buy some unscrupulous stuff in some stores.

Maybe they were looking at a purse packed with gold coins at that time.

"Yikes! Thief!"

I hear Nonna even got her purse.

Suri tries to get away quickly, but he can't possibly get away from our Celia.

"I won't let you get away with it!

"Around!"

He pays brilliantly for the legs he tries to rush out and rams them from his face to the ground.

It was a brilliant early start.

The man resists violently when Millet, who runs over, grabs his arm.

I'll take your place.

"What the hell! Get off me!"

"Hmm, man... then I'll fold it"

A woman could have talked a little in the alley, but she was a young man, so unfortunately there's no room for discussion.

Especially since you're a little bit of a target for my nonna.

"I'm here!! No, please don't!

"Grow up or you'll chop a thousand without breaking clean."

But the trets came in to stop him before the noise sounded.

"Lord Hardlett! Please don't! I am no longer resisting!

"Oh, that's why I thought I'd give him a break with one of my arms."

"Leave it to the guards! You will also be guilty of private punishment!

Really? That's rough.

When I let go of my arm, the man was grown up and clinging to the trets.

A wretched man, then you don't have to be sleazy from the start.

Suri got out, but it seemed true that he was in good security. Within minutes, the guard rushed and was briefed by Trets to pull the man away.

"Fines and imprisonment according to the amount of Sri if found guilty in the trial… further political participation will be suspended for a certain period of time. I won't allow you to break your arm."

I think it works best for Suri.

"How much for your wallet, by the way?

Trets sees Nonna.

"There's about a hundred pieces of gold."

"A hundred!? Aren't you an idiot?" "I carry a lot, so I use it for nothing!

You're packing it in your purse so much... don't do it because it's dangerous.

"Well, that's going to be the maximum sentence...... no luck for that guy either"

Neither did the goddess of luck take sides with the undeserved who thought to steal from such a beautiful woman.

But keep it in front of you. You don't even need a trial. You're gonna have to do something tricky.

"That's how our country does it. It will take a lot of work, but it will prevent private sentencing and excessive penalties."

Don't you ever talk like other countries do?

"Speaking of which, Celia, what was the punishment for the pickpockets in my territory?

"It can range from fines to imprisonment and burning marks depending on your forehead.... Well, most of the pickpockets found are rolled over with octopus beatings, so it can be seen a lot. Except for Mr. Myra."

"Oh, that's again..."

Torrets seems distracted.

"I'm still cowardly at targeting women, let's double the sentence because it might hurt them"

"Double is too heavy. Wouldn't you like a 50% increase?

"All right, let's do that. We'll tell Myra and Adolph when we get home."

Adolph will never oppose Myra, anyway, if the sentence is in a heavier direction.

This will also make Rafen safer.

"Oh, um... is that it? No way. Does the current exchange change the law?

Trets asks me with a complicated face.

Yeah, but is there something wrong?

"I... love the Liberty Democracy..."

You're a weird guy, is that hard work?

"God has descended!!

"What!? Where!"

If the goddess shows up, we need to see it at first sight.

Come on. It'll be beautiful, and milk could be out-of-the-way.

"Lord Hardlett, please calm down. It's just a theory."

Toretto tells me to calm down.

What, just some weird preacher or something?

"Oh poor folk grass... why don't you walk with us. God is weeping in ignorance and obscurity."

I glance around at the man shouting up in the middle of the road with an annoying face.

Some of them looked blatantly unpleasant and even kicked up the sand and went.

"What the hell is that?

"Arteil, it's God's missionary activity… how magnificent it was."

"Speaking of Altair... Isn't that the Altair Empire? I can't believe I allowed the enemy to solicit."

Celia is also surprised.

Nonna looks at the gems in the outhouse.

"The Altair faith has been finely established since ancient times… The Reich is at will. Altair is the only god, and the Pope is the rebirth of Altair."

"That's what the man said."

"Oh, Altair is the only and absolute God! All other gods and spirits must not be deceived and believed."

Men continue to appeal to the joy of serving God even more.

Of course no one is listening properly.

Nonna glares at the jewels in the sun.

"From the bottom of my heart, you want to beat me out of my realm and send me back to the Altair Empire. As I said earlier, we have a fixed law in our country. It's just not illegal to preach on the road. Unless you openly shout your allegiance to the Altair Empire..."

The man repeats, "Walk with me" and "Serve me," but that is to the ancient god who says [Altair].

"Prisoning because you worship God is like depriving the People's Union of Vandrea of its civil liberties."

They can't use the rationale of throwing it out because it's sad, in the Liberty Democracy.

It's still a troublesome country.

Nonna is taking out her wallet.

"But there have been more Altairian preachers lately... and that's exactly what I'm thinking of doing. Well, there won't be any fools to lend their ears to."

They have a lot of Liberties, too.

I guess I'd have to deal with every detail without Adolf and Leopold, too.

Let's be nicer to those guys.

Nonna is dragged by Carla and Mirei as they grab both arms.

"Then once you're back at the inn for dinner, you'll meet with military officials tomorrow."

"Okay. Thanks."

At that time, two soldiers came running over splitting up the crowd... a face I've seen, a man of Toretto's.

They're telling him something.

The complexion of Mimi Toretto changes.

"Uh... there's that emergency..."

After a while of hesitation, Trets leans back to make sure the women don't hear him.

"We have a little problem at the border with Altair... do you say it will be harder to schedule an appointment with military officials tomorrow..."

If we talk about it...... right.

"God is coming!! Descended in this world!!

The preacher's voice was heard slightly louder, spitting and screaming.

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For the record.

(I understand.)

What is it, Casey?

(Altair is the only absolute god. all the other gods and incredible beings)

Right, Casey, look at your body first.

(This! Could I have been Altair God!?

Right, Casey, there's pumpkin pie.

It's delicious with lots of ripe pumpkins.

(Wow pumpkin god thank you!

I guess these guys get caught up in strange preachers.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 23, autumn.

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

162000 inhabitants Important cities Rafen 24000 Lintblum 4000

Companion Liberty Democracy

Nonna (I think it's beautiful) Celia (Deputy) Carla (Side Room) Mitty (Side Room) Maria (Side Room) Katrine (Side Room)

Ku (concubine) Lu (concubine) Mirei (concubine) Rare (concubine) Casey (god) Yogri (playwright) Pipi (concubine)

Alice (Magic Girl) Antonio (Son) Rose (Stepdaughter)

Gido (Escort) Chlor (Miscellaneous) Schwartz (Colorful Horse) Mac (Escort) Christoph (Escort?

Lamy (packing)

10670 Property Gold Coins

226 Experience, 48 children who gave birth.