Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Leoporto and Myra are conducting an analysis of the current situation.

"Again, the kingdom does not move. Only a regiment, 15,000 men, seems to be on the border."

Myra says with a sinister face.

"My father told me that South Euglia gave you precious incense and fine musical instruments and spirits. His Majesty has never been obsessed with instruments or alcohol... so I was wondering if it might be tailored to Lord Rosario's taste."

Gretel also says in serious condition.

Her father seems to have easier access to information between nobles than I do because he is a traditional high-end nobleman.

If I ask, they'll hate me or scare me.

But Myra looks at her with a contempt.

Is it because I forgot to remove my dog ear? No, you're not, because your tail stays stuck in your butthole?

"I asked the Military Director in Sir Hardlett's name, but he hasn't been able to do everything in his power. Given the mobility of the southern Eugrian army, a war would force a considerable disadvantage."

Leopold sent a letter to Eirich imitating my style.

I saw a copy, but the letters were subtly dirty and I deliberately misspelled them everywhere.

I'm angry even now that I think about it.

"The status quo is as bad as expected"

I get up.

"I'll leave the jeans to you. Let me know when you think you need it. Other than that, you're free to do it."

"Yes."

"Understood."

Leoporto and Myra nod small and drop me off.

Better let them do what they want than twist my head without me.

It's best for each of us to do what we're good at.

And I walk into a room with a tough face.

"Are you finally here? I've always been myself, so I'm ready."

"You kept me waiting."

This is Secrito's room.

"Offend like a dog from behind. Make it as intense as you can."

I was already able to masturbate to hold her body and dominate the three holes.

Claire and Laurie explain their plans for a huge increase in the production of weapons.

He's already beaten up with Adolf and Leopold.

"We will also make the furnace fully operational with the new portion. We're going to show you how productive Lindtblum is."

"The elimination of sales channels for Liberties and the head office allowed us, on the contrary, to secure sufficient personnel and fuel"

The armaments available are superior to the number of private soldiers available today.

I don't care how many arrows there are, but weapons and protective equipment are too much to think about increasing numbers or securing spares.

"That's a lot of spears in particular. Looks like the long spear I'm using isn't the same as the one I'm using..."

"This is the order of Master Leoporto. He said to prioritize lightness and good handling over strength."

Unlike a sword, a spear can be used by someone who has no heart.

I know more or less what I want to do, given that I dare to lose strength and make it easier to hold.

"Hopefully not."

I smile bitterly and return the inventory to Claire.

"That's all there is. That would be quite a price, wouldn't it? Let's pay for it on this occasion."

Even now I have gold coins.

I don't know what will happen if the battle starts.

"This generation will be put together after it's all over. Because you'll be using something else now."

Claire smiles, but her eyes are serious.

"... is that good? If I lose, they'll take it away, right?

"Heh heh, Master Eigil's victory is above all else. I bet you everything. If you sink, it will all be over."

"The price will be firm after the win. If you don't have any money left, you can pay a great 30% annual interest instalment."

Claire and Laurie laugh.

If the town of Lintblum is fully operational in the production of weapons, it will not have to worry about weapons.

They have my full support, too.

"Thank you, but I'll try not to ruin you."

"Hehe, right" "I hope so"

Exchange a light kiss with Claire and Laurie.

I was gonna, but Laurie secretly put her tongue in.

He's cute.

"Well, I'll do what I can."

I wipe my wet mouth with a kiss and fix my expression.

"You came as promised. Glad to hear it."

It was rare to be in the room.

Show the welcome with a full smile and then start running away screaming with a smile on your face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

I hunted Rae down at the window and pushed her into three holes.

Ask Tristan for a description of the recruit weapon, speaking in an extended voice over a cup of tea.

Even though my voice can't help it, I thought I'd stick it down when I was stuck between stories, but I can't talk about it, so I'll put up with it. I grew up, too.

"I don't really know what the details are. What's this all about after all?

"I mean, he wants cannons that can be used in the field."

Tristan also doesn't seem to know the structure of the cannon very well, he says slowly.

"Cannon in the field..."

I elbowed in a sigh.

The artillery is very powerful and powerful in attack and defense, but it's about siege warfare, and honestly it's not very usable in the field.

Heavy artillery takes a lot of work to move for that matter.

You can't afford to be carrying enemy allies all the way in the field.

It would be a different story if big countries like the Olga Federation and the Garland Empire shot alongside hundreds of gates, but there is no country in the Central Plains that can do that. Of course I can't either.

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't move it. There's no use for anything but an ambush. So what I'm thinking is that it's small, light and easy to move... so much cannon that a few of us can carry it and even get in the carriage."

"Dude, does that make sense?

The power of the cannon is proportional to its size.

Smaller and lighter means less powerful.

It wouldn't make sense to crush the cannon's greatest advantage and carry it.

"It doesn't make sense if you use it normally. The big crossbow is lighter and easier to handle anyway. So I thought I might be able to work something out with the bullets, so I talked to the Dwarves."

"Do you even fly a triangular bullet?

Tristan seems to have given up thinking about how to explain it to me.

"We use it in the field, so we don't have to break through hard walls and gates. You can take down a soldier in armor. Now that Dwarves are working on the prototype, someone other than me will explain it carefully and easily."

"Okay."

I'll take a seat when Tristan changes the tea.

"I've got a story for Claire, so the next time you go to Lindtblum, take a drink full of carriages."

"The dwarves? I'm going to give you your reward."

I play Tristan's head lightly.

"Dwarves don't want money. Food... especially booze."

Tristan was stunned when he turned his good gaze on the floor that he still didn't know.

"What are you doing?

"Ugh... you crack my head! Uncle Borderline is a fool, so I want you to think of yourself as an oak and pay attention."

Who's the oak? If you say that, I'll put your woman to bed.

"Isn't that really an oak? I'm gonna take a nap now... because I've been working for a month in the last three days."

"Whoa, get some rest."

Tristan is also moving for some reason.

I guess you know it would be bad if you were just lazy this time.

Myra was walking angry on her shoulder as she went out into the hallway.

Hung Hung, you seem to see a rough nose. It's largely decided to piss Myra off like this.

"Sir Hardlett! Don't you know Tristan's idiot!

After all, I guess I did touch some serious Myra's scales of getting out of hand or lying around again.

"He's napping in that room."

Myra jumps into the room when I say so.

Unfortunately, his nap seems to be this far.

I hear Myra yelling and Tristan excusing herself.

At least we have to nourish him.

Tell the cook to fill the beans with Tristan soup before heading to a certain place.

"Welcome - Ah!... Sharon, come out with a sign for the end today"

This is Leticia's and Sharon's.

I'm going to the bedroom with both of them in my hands.

They strip away their clothes as they climb the stairs, and they both take off their clothes again and go away.

For some reason Sharon never took her underwear until she darkened the room.

"It's time for me to make a decision. When your body grows up..."

"Whatever choice you make, your sister will accept it."

I ruled three holes in Leticia and two holes in Sharon.

Still Sharon won't let me use the hole in front of him. Am I not ready for that yet?

Adolf is giving a lesson to the Home Office with a disgusting look of sigh.

"... all future water treatment and opening will be discontinued due to the above. All labor work will be done in simple fortifications and positions."

The face of the Home Office is equally as unsatisfactory as Adolf.

The discontinuation of the development would be unwillingness on their part, but this time, they'll have to swallow it.

"The cereals stored will be distributed and deployed on the assumption that the streets will be dimensioned. You've also stopped selling everything to stabilize cereal prices."

Grain reserves are still sufficient, but most of them are collected in grain warehouses in Rafen.

If the streets are dimensioned, it can also be a situation where there is food but it cannot be sent to the front line.

So it was Leoporto's proposal to divide it into multiple areas and store it in some quantity.

"Um... then there are bugs and mice due to institutional problems. The value of the grain will go down, and the sun will go down."

One of the Home Affairs Departments says it's a bad idea.

There are no other warehouses with facilities that are compatible with Rafen's storeroom.

But now is not a good time to sell grain.

"I understand, but I can't help it. I really don't want to, but we're internal affairs officers who serve our lords."

Don't say that in such a prickly way.

Tell Southern Euglia to complain, it's over there.

"Whatever it is, let's do our best. This is all we do, so the lord must protect the people."

Adolf and the Home Office look at me.

If Leopold were here, he would have put that iron mask in front of him, but he wouldn't have had a choice but to take everyone's gaze.

"Please."

If everyone sees me like that, I'm nervous and my stomach - it doesn't even hurt anything, but I'm about to fart.

I've never seen that housekeeper before, but is he the new daughter?

Your clothes aren't the right size and your chest is stuck.

Hey, before you fart, the front swells up.

Let's say this place disperses.

"Dear Hardlett, do you think that after this battle we will be at peace?

Adolph said in a voice that only I could hear.

"I don't know. Maybe there's something rough going on here."

That's all I'm saying. I'll leave the room behind.

Adolf's gaze was poured on my back until the end.

One of the maids is waiting for me when I leave the room.

Is it a newbie because it's a face I've never seen?

"Is it going to be okay now?

Pull my sleeve with a strange face. What the hell is going on?

The room they brought in is a spare warehouse in the basement.

Though the main warehouse should have been almost empty because it was big enough.

"What are we going to do here? When I hold it in the basement, the smell cages right off. Rita's gonna piss you off, huh?

Kara and I had a big eyeball at Maria when we did it at the grocery warehouse before, so it's proven.

But I don't have a voice to answer.

When I looked beside him, there was no such maid.

At the same time, the butter and the door tighten, and the warehouse without any other lights becomes dark.

"Whoa, what's this about?

I look around but sometimes my eyes are unfamiliar and I can't see anything.

You can't do anything with this even if you hold it.

I can hear Celia in my ear then.

"Ugh... stunningly caught on"

Then you can also hear Kara.

"That can't be a woman asking me out and Agil won't follow you. Yes, five copper coins"

What were you guys betting on?

"Besides to a maid who doesn't even know the face she started working for today... what would have happened to Lady Agil if she had been an assassin"

"I knew you needed improvement. If you stay like this, one day Mr. Agir will be killed by a woman."

Now it's Mel's voice, how many of them are there?

And what is this farce about?

"Dear Agil, from now on..."

The candles are lit one after the other.

"You will learn how to treat women harshly!

I can finally see around me.

A sight pops into my eyes that I never expected to look around.

"... they won't kill us."

"... I have wives and I want to think they're okay"

On the desk placed in the cellar lies an example vampire named servant to Brunhilde, faceless and on his back.

That alone was unusual, but she was completely naked, holding both hands and legs together in a giddle and a kroll to hold the important place in place in a circle.

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For the record, Christoph.

Christoph's sad voice echoes the inquisitor's pleasant whisper in a basement room.

"Eh! There was someone like that!?

"Lying, I can't believe it!

"That's what's serious! And this is what happened over there..."

"Liar! Liar! That's what happens!?

"No - Impossible... Absolutely stinks"

Christoph was being interviewed by two of the other interrogators in charge, Zilia...... by a threesome.

The sound of Zilia's overly harsh investigation distracted the other interrogators.

"Hey, I'm in charge of this guy. Why don't you guys get back to work?

"Fine. Nothing, you're the one to find out. We weren't just having sweets together and laughing."

"But it's funny about this guy. I know why Zilia didn't dispose of it. Wow."

Zilia turns away in a grumpy manner and begins to slurp in poverty.

It was no fun for the other interrogators to leave Christoph alone.

Because she seemed to be told in torture that she lacked enough to open his mouth.

"You look pretty good, don't you? If I had killed this, I wouldn't have had it."

"And if you do, you're weak, right? You can do whatever you want."

"Come on, I'm a man, too, huh? If you're alarmed, you're burned... Oh, stop it! Don't follow me!

Two interrogators begin a harsh torture with Christoph's cheek on both sides.

In pain and humiliation a man can only blush and be bored.

"Hey, Zilia, aren't you going to change your mind? I'll give you my old man. I crushed my balls yesterday, so I'm sorry."

"I don't like it! I don't want an old man!

"Uh."

The torture of the threesome lasts a long time, and Christoph is finally released by the time the sun sets.

I'll be back tomorrow.

"I'll get you some cake next time."

"Don't come any more! Get out of here!"

But Christophe's day is not over.

The torture of Zilia is not over yet.

"You and Derek..."

"Hey, what are you so angry about... whoops!

There is chatter and shackles in Christoph's hand.

"Hiya! I don't know how to put this on... it's like a prisoner."

"Shut up! All the guys who are supposed to be here are going to put this on!

Christoph, who weeps with a whisper, but has no mercy for the cruel interrogator.

Of course the shackles were just a preface.

"It's dinner tonight. Bread, beef and imo soup, spring vegetable salad and dessert strawberries"

"Not too much... I wanted more meat."

Prisoners are not given a satisfactory meal either. We're going to be pushed by all means.

"Meat is expensive! How much do you think my salary is!... if you don't have enough, eat whatever you want because the pasta is boiled too"

Christoph looks happy for a moment, but that hope is instantly crushed.

"You can't eat without shackles."

Zyria laughs niggly.

"Right. You have to feed someone."

Spoon the soup as I say.

"Sora, uh"

"Uh."

"If you don't, we're out of dinner today."

Continue to humiliate even at mealtime.

That was the Southern Eugrian way to do it.

"Look, uh!

"... n"

A soup pours into my mouth open at random.

No resistance was allowed afterwards, and everything from bread, salads, pasta and dessert strawberries was to be screwed into Christoph's body by her hand.

Christoph's spirit is approaching its limits.