Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

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Zandra North Hardlett Army Headquarters

"Difficulty contacting you regularly. You can back off...... Phew."

Celia sighs after dropping off a laughing decree.

"How long will it last? I think it's broken."

Myra said in a frightened voice to Celia retooling Davo's cape.

"Please don't tell me. It breaks my heart if I don't think it's broken."

Celia regains her temper with Mun.

I hear the sound of a horse running in abruptly and a transmission that would have jumped.

"Here we go again."

"Good expression, good voice, good stuffing!

A messenger jumped into the tent when he checked his face, throat and groin.

"Dear Celia! Dear Myra! It's important!

Celia's out of her seat right now.

The messenger screams in disregard of Celia's answer.

"It appears the enemy has landed on the West Bank of North Terriers! The Royal Army has abandoned Arkland!

"Report details."

Leoporto, who has been messing with documents without me, interrupts between Celia and the messenger.

Myra also leaves beside Celia and surrounds the messenger.

"Wow, let me hear it too!

And Celia took the cloak and groin stuffing and joined the ring, saying that she was not a shadow warrior either.

Leopold's decision to listen to the messenger was lucid.

Draw a quick line on the map.

"The south, including Zan-Dora, and the west near Rigol abandon. In some situations, we'll have to look at further retreats."

"It is… no, is it difficult to retain Arkland in the first place if he is in the hands of the enemy"

"But that's..."

If Leoporto's plan is correct, he will turn over more than half of his territory to the enemy.

"I have been entrusted by Sir Hardlett to direct my absence. It's not a proposal, it's a decision."

That's all Leoporto said, calling the commanders, into the story of the treatment of the deputies, the inhabitants of the territory he renounces.

"I can't believe they even took Arkland... this is already..."

Myra hangs up words there.

Looking at the map alone, Goldonia's disadvantages seemed obvious and defeat seemed to have come to be realistic.

"Well, there's still a lot of damage to the enemy, I suppose. I'm sure Master Agil did it!

"In the fight itself, you seemed to win. But how did South Euglia get the ship to North Terriers... even when Trier fell, I heard all the ships had escaped."

As they hold their heads, they hear fierce feathers and tongueless voices from above the tent.

"Twita Twitter! Tsukareta Halahetta Nanisluka Wasletapi!

"Ah, looks like Harpy's back"

"Shut up at this difficult time"

As Celia leaves the tent to shut her up, she drops in from Harpy's side.

"Omoidacita tegami tegami seriani tegami!

"Letter, is it to me?

Harpy gives away the eggs while she makes a scene.

It is about three times the size of a hen and is slightly brown.

"What is this? Do you want egg rolls?

"Pee! Matigaeta Egg Quarrel! Kodmokwarrel! Koch Tegami Koch"

Harpy rushes to retrieve the egg and turns to Celia, thinking up her right leg.

Naturally, the genitals will be rounded up as the large strand opens, and nearby soldiers will look away at you unexpectedly.

"A little more shame...... you can't help but tell the birds. You have a letter on your leg."

"Are you a messenger dove... if you were a little smarter, you could have a messenger"

"Nemui Halahetta Egg Mago Atatamel"

Myra also sees Harpy with a frightened face.

Harpy ran off somewhere holding an egg.

Celia reads out a letter she took from her leg.

"It's from Master Agil! Uh..."

"The history of the devastation of the Lords' Army has great potential to affect anything but the battlefield. We also need to gather domestic information."

and Leoporto.

"Looks like the poor group managed to survive....... I haven't been able to do anything about it since I exercised with them. I dropped my wallet and went into shellfish, and when I grated my clothes, it was evening."

and Myra.

"I knew I was going to that lady, Lady Agil! How jealous of me to be alone with Master Agil!

and Celia stiffens after the noise and flickers off the letter.

"What is it?

Myra peeks worryingly. Celia is turning blue and shaking with a pull.

"Master Eigil... deeply... lost his left hand...?

"What the hell!?

Myra hurries to pick up the letter.

I was injured at the end of the letter so I rest my body here for a while.

I lost one on my left hand, but it said subtly that my life was in danger.

"Ahhh!! If I'm forced to keep up with you, this isn't happening! I need to stay by my side now!!

Celia tries to jump out of the tent as she screams like a frenzy.

"Ah...... hey!?

Myra rushes to stop, but Celia turns forward to avoid that arm and flies out to roll away.

"Wow, me too."

Myra sees Leoporto all the time.

"Doesn't Lord Hutier have a force entrusted to him?

Myra looks down with a soggy voice when she is told she has no emotions.

"... I hate my serious personality. Sir Hardlett... I will definitely protect you here, please be safe."

We were contacted that the enemy eastern army had begun to move to try Myra, who had made up his mind.

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A few days later, the headquarters of the Royal Goldonian Army

"Are we done?"

"Ooh, have I kept you waiting?

Secrito walks into the room and puts on his face.

This is the house that Eirich has prepared for me so that my injuries can heal quickly, even though there should be no unpleasant odors.

"Stinky. Get that pig out of the way."

"Don't say that. Do it. You worked so hard for me."

I gently stroke the ass of the woman who sleeps next door.

She is a whore who was ordered by Eirich to take care of me.

"Hih... Hih... no..."

A big ass, specializing in pleasing men, was sweating and trembling in small pieces.

"Pretend... come on... die... dead... haha"

The whore keeps her short gasp up with her hands on my chest plate.

My stomach was wet with saliva flowing from my half-opened mouth with a voice like every wow.

"How far do I go to offend a merchant to get this far?... but well."

Secrito laughs niggardly and sits on the bed, casually widening the hole of the whore.

Tons of honey pop up, but my seeds don't.

Looks like you missed it again.

And stroke my groin from the top of the sheet.

"Damn, are you so worried about me?

"It would be obvious. My feelings for you are crushing my chest."

I haven't seeded since Secrito was wounded.

No matter how hard you hold a woman, you don't ejaculate, and eventually the woman snaps and has to interrupt.

Perhaps my body is stopping the seeds because of my guilt for Secrito or it has become impossible.

"There's nothing I can't or can't do... but if I can't get it out like this, it could burst sooner or later."

Secrito puts one knee on the bed and plays with my groin.

"I guess I'm worried about it and I can't seed it. Then hold me and it will work. Sora is ready."

Secrito rolls his jacket up luxuriously, sparingly exposing his brown, well-shaped boobs.

Whether excited or not, and as Secrito himself says, if you hold her, everything that builds up might come out.

But......

"I don't think so."

Secrito falls to the floor out of balance because of an unnatural way to undress.

I pull in with my shoulders in my arms.

"I can't force myself to hold the wound even though it's not healing. Firstly, cure it completely."

A gentle hand stroking his head is shaken away.

"It won't heal. There's no way you can grow a thousand severed arms where you rest."

Stick your arm to my elbow so I can show it off.

"My center of gravity is crazy and I can't even make it run decent. I guess it's no longer appropriate to be on the battlefield. If my husband doesn't open his crotch and flatter me, he'll throw it away. Or is it disgusting to hold a one-armed woman?

Her words poking at me masochistically.

But Secrito denies even that.

"Don't go down. I'm not getting an apology. It was my decision to come forward without being full, and to dare to choose light armor. I have no brother-in-law to get extra distracted."

Whatever Secrito says, she's my woman.

So it's all my fault she got hurt.

And it's not because I refuse to hold her.

One is thinking about her health, but the second is how she feels.

If Secrito really wants to live a life of flattery and crotch opening to me, you can do so.

But if you look at Secrito's attitude, you'll see.

She doesn't really think that.

He wants to run freely through the plains, swim the river, and complete Ribai-san III.

Ignoring that feeling and being a concubine would not make her happy.

"I'll do something about it"

What? What? "

Hold Secrito tight.

"I'll do something about your arm."

"Stupid thing... you think you're gonna grow a thousand severed arms, asshole"

It gives me a slight hug back even though I'm in bad shape.

A moment of silence wraps the place up. The familiar hissing sounded slightly louder and sharper.

"You can do one of my arms if you have to."

"Imagine, fool, this is what happens."

Secrito squirts and then puts his own arm on my arm.

"If you're going to be such a monster, one arm is better. Every time I look in the mirror, I want to die."

She slips through my arms after that.

"Ma, I know how you feel. Now let's just say we cure the injury."

Secrito tries to leave the tent with a slight flutter.

It was then.

"Dear Agil -!!"

"Duh!?

A small shadow runs in through the entrance.

The shadow flips Secrito over and jumps into my bed.

"Out of the way!

The shadow drops more hookers on the bed onto the floor and jumps into my chest.

"Dear Eigil! This is such a scratch... my arm if I'm forced to be beside you... my arm..."

The familiar shadow was adorable Celia.

Confirm the wounds in your body as you raise your whimpering voice, and finally stroke my right arm, and my left arm, as you tremble.

"Is that it?"

Celia pounds both arms and the middle arm also pounds with Pam.

"... there is. There are all three."

"What are you talking about?

I hold Celia up and make her stand beside the bed.

Hi. I don't know the situation very well.

Honestly, Celia was supposed to come after me, but I don't know what I'm talking about.

"I have received a letter from Master Eigil. You can't stay or stand knowing you've been badly injured and lost your arm..."

I remember issuing a decree to keep those in the Territory informed of the war.

Yeah, speaking of which, Harpy said he was going home because he wanted to build a nest, so you left a letter over there, too.

"I cleared the decree, but if it came to a delicacy, you must have written it as it was. Sometimes I don't know your sentence very well. I guess the delicacies arrived first without stopping by."

Ceclito, turned upside down by Celia, rises again.

"Are you all right?

I support her in a hurry.

"... well, this isn't the one who lost his arm. It's me."

Secrito snorts mocking himself.

"Oh... good"

Celia drops her hips with Petan.

"I was prepared to give my arm for Master Agil..."

I take one sigh and approach Celia, tapping her head gently with a pocon.

"Ha!"

And hold him tight right away.

"Secrito lost his arm because of me. Don't say 'good' or anything. - And thank you. You thought I was hurt, so you rushed me."

"Yes...... I still don't care about that woman, but I'm sorry"

Me and Celia hold each other tight.

"... what farce. I'm leaving now."

Secrito flips over again trying to get out of the tent.

"Mm, I'm sorry. It's not what I was hearing."

It was Nutia who showed his face.

Somehow he carries a large load in the bathroom.

"I brought you here from Rafen! I thought she might be able to raw her arms."

"You said you couldn't do that. You have no choice but to pull with an awesome sword screen..."

I hear Celia brought Natia.

Sure, she might and I would turn our hopes to it.

"That's why I can't! I can't believe I used to grow arms, because I only remember seeing them in books!

Nautia moves her long ears pimply as she says so.

Uhm...... I can't stop this.

"Sorry."

"Yes."

I accidentally pick Nautia's right ear.

At the same time, the hooker who was snagged gets up and picks his left ear.

"Wow!

Nautia shakes off our arms and throws a wooden water bottle at me with a dust.

"Suddenly you do what!

"I'm sorry. Your ears have an irresistible charm."

My ears are patting like wings because of my anger.

I'd like to touch it even more, but I'm patient.

"... you guys"

Sekrito wakes up angry.

"Make any noise you want."

Secrito, who tried to walk away with his nose thumping in grandeur, is bounced off to something again.

That's a huge, man's dream packed chunk.

"Yikes! What is it!?

It was Nonna who showed up.

Secrito is bounced into her huge chest and falls three times.

"Nonna? Why are you here!?

How did Nautia bring Nonna to a dangerous battlefield anyway?

I look at Celia with a little anger.

"Celia, what are you talking about?

"Sorry...... I was in a hurry so I couldn't think deeply..."

"Celia told me that Master Agil had taken a deep toll, and that I had to go out here with my real wife."

"I stopped you." "Your wife's love cannot be stopped."

Two of the samurai...... forgot their names but they seem to have accompanied them.

"This is a battlefield, you..."

Nonna's puffy lips block my lips when I say so.

"My wife came to see my husband. Kiss and hug first."

I'm told to keep my tongue tangled and hold Nonna.

And when I feel a giant breast in my belly, I feel stronger that I don't want to let her go.

I really should go home soon, but I can't possibly tell Nonna to go home, etc. for worrying about me.

As far as my sweetness and femininity are concerned.

"Heh heh heh... I knew better than to stand on the battlefield and fall from being bounced by milk..."

Let's stick to the ground like Secrito gave up.

"I'm fine. Nautia would've done something about it."

"That's why I'm telling you I never did it!

Celia squeaks in the hustled tent at once.

"I might have done something wrong to Schwartz. I thought Agil had lost her arm... while you were on it... and I left it to my anger... to kick up my testicles."

Was that him, after all, the hissing earlier?

Well, if a pretty woman like Celia kicks me in the balls, he'll be looking forward to it.

"Fourth honesty...... right"

A huge black shadow appears as Secrito tries to leave the tent.

"Hmm!"

"Grr!!

Secrito kicks that shadow up with his knees before letting him fall on his feet.

It was Mac who collapsed.

Later, according to what I heard, Celia was worried about flying out and following the escort.

Then there was Gido, but it's trivial.

How much more you intend to go out alone.

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A city, a country, a Han house.

"Rumors that Meldra lent her boat to Southern Euglia seem true. I clearly saw it in the eyes of the cloudless Han."

A musculoskeletal man who apparently seems uncomfortable spying on him reports how he investigated it.

"Right."

Again, the musculoskeletal Han slowly rises out of his chair and wears a deep red cloak.

The sleeveless shirt and trousers to the top of his knee were stuck to his body perfectly.

"Meldra's actions go against the insanity of forbidding interference outside our urban state domain. King Busco of Meldra has always been hostile to us Ares. He will sell favors to Great Southern Euglia and challenge us with his help."

The old man who responded so is the head of the council. Naturally, it is not muscular.

"Right."

The man with the feathers of a deep red cape looks out the window.

Nearly naked men at the end of their gaze worked hard for workouts as they raised their voices violently.

"Not if you are at peace. If you ask, the disadvantages of Gordonia will be obvious, and if the country is destroyed, the Southern Eugrian Empire will be the champion of the plains... and if Busco thinks so, hundreds of thousands of soldiers will push it."

The cape man answers the old man's words with his arms up.

"It's not what I found out. I don't care who turns to hostility. If you're pointing a blade at it, you can only beat it off with steel flesh, which is our tradition since the founding of the country."

"Whoa! With the soul and flesh of a true Han, you have no enemies!

A man who seems to be a spy also boosts his muscles and gives his consent.

"So you're telling me you're going to ditch the crisis that I figured out just like this?

The old man keeps on looking at the smell of sweat as he begins to drift into the field.

The man in the cape stares out the window.

The gaze was further ahead than earlier.

I have to say,

Han took the sentence out of his pitchy pants and spread it out lavishly - the sentence was once flashy and torn in two.

"Whoa!?

"Wet, I can't stand the power of Han. It's a weak piece of paper."

The old man is stunned but the other two continue as if nothing had happened.

"A true Han... My friend wants help. The one who traded the Han contract!

The cape han closes his eyes and smiles.

"Han's promise takes precedence over custom. But breaking tradition unhindered is a blasphemy to our ancestors and our history... and I would have fought alone if I hadn't had the chance."

Han's smile turns into a full smile.

"If a pig calls for a nation on the plains, it will do great good! I can keep my word with the invincible Hans! Now, Councillor, why did you come to this mansion?"

The cloak flickers, and Han turns to the old man.

Those eyes were shining in anticipation like a boy.

The old man continues with one cough, albeit barely pressured by its force.

"We have already voted in the Council. After that, it was only the will.... Now is the time to be old, lined up with reason, but both Non and the councillor were once warriors. I have no hesitation in defending my country."

The old man takes out a beautifully decorated piece of writing and reads it up.

"With the time when this book will be read, the Council of Ares shall once again deposit the lamp of kingship and treasure sword Ares - you, guildless. The king brings warfare with him, Meldra, and his collaborators. Defeat the Empire of Southern Euglia, and protect the people of Ares."

"Accepted!!

Han - Guildless immediately replied out loud and received a written statement with both hands...... ripped in two.

"Mm-hmm. Ares' paper is weakened, too!

"No, the king's power is growing!

"The official letter from the council... well, the appointment is over, so let's say it's a good idea... Non will see nothing."

Silence as the old man sweats cold.

I decided not to worry about trivialities.

"Tell the Han in Ares! War begins. All warriors, gather them!

"Oops!! We dedicate our forged flesh and soul to Ares, the King, and Han's vows!!

And the king kicks through the window and pops out.

"Everybody listen up!

"What? King - No, isn't it Lord Guildless?"

"Uhm, I'm not used to this way of calling you. The king would be the king."

"I wonder what it is. Would the mistress have gotten pregnant again?

Guildless barks at the men who have stopped working out.

"These are the Hans of Ares. Through this time I am king again!

After a moment of silence, a wack of cheer occurs.

But Guildless continues at several times the volume of the cheer.

"I am king again because the war begins! The enemy is Meldra and Southern Euglia!!

"War!? Meldra was one of those blind people who came at me all the time."

"What is Southern Euglia? You know what?

"I don't know! I have no idea!

Continue further in the voice of perplexity.

"Southern Euglia is a plain power with more than 100,000 soldiers. And the reason for joining the war is, um! It's for Han's word!

The training ground is engulfed in a moment of silence...... eventually explodes.

"Wow!! You fight a mighty opponent! This is the honor of the Han born to Ares!

"And for no more reason than Han's promise!

"It's war anyway. It's time to show your forged flesh and moves! Whatever the reason!

Guildless breathes thoughtfully as he is cheered.

The plumes and muscles thrive and you begin to hear the tearing of cloth from your shirt and pants.

"O brave men of Ares, fill the earth with our flesh and blood sweat!

At the same time as he shouted, his shirt and trousers flew, and the guildless turned out to be just a deep red cape and leather pants.

In the cheer of Rage Tao, the king walks with his bosom and his big crotch.

There the council chairman and the spy man chase him down.

"O king! It's a brilliant speech!

"... there would have been a rebellion if I had said anything outside our country."

As the entire ares are wrapped up in hustle and bustle, the council chairman hits the guildless with mundane questions.

"My lord the king. Now, why would King Busco make us Ares so hostile? Until my predecessors, I didn't seem to be particularly troubled."

The king replies with a lavish laugh.

"Pigs don't like me. You hate me, and you hate Ares."

"Hmm... why?

It is not uncommon for the poor friendship between kings to lead to a deterioration in relations between nations as it is.

"Bullshit. About 15 years ago, would a pig have had a wedding?

"Oh, has that been the case since then? Non also attended the ceremony as a senator, but what kind of rubbish do you say about disrespect?

It is not uncommon for a relationship to get worse as a result of a ceremony.

Not to mention Guildless and Busco don't seem to fit in because they see it.

The council chairman nods that Busco is still a trinket, such as causing some rubbing to go on between states for a long time.

"I'm not interested in King Meldra's wedding, either. I didn't like it because the time council told me to go... but the bride is beautiful. It was disproportionate because I saw it as an ugly pig. The bride seemed to hate me too."

"No way."

The chairman of the council swallows the sawdust.

"I pushed her into the bride's waiting room and showed her one thing and pressed. As a result, she embraced me and wandered around on the spot, but badly in between, she bowled it with a pig during the act."

"You did a good job with that. If the king holds you, the heart of the bride, who will marry an ugly man, will be cleared."

The old man holds his head against a man of his men who agrees to be guildless.

"Speaking of which, since the middle of the ceremony, I don't remember Busco looking bright blue... in front of the glorious and inviting heavy towns in various countries, there was no reason to call it off."

Guildless keeps his grandeur up with no evil at all.

"As far as I'm concerned, it was meant to be a one-time relationship, but that woman couldn't forget the feeling held by me, so come on out and run Meldra. I've been surrounded as a mistress ever since because I had no choice."

"That's one of the kings' things. Did you kill a woman with a single blow?"

"That woman, she looks alike. I thought she looked alike... but if she put her wife to bed at a wedding, she'd be hostile too."

But I still can't finish talking about guildless.

"A few months later, he'd come to Ares for a good reason, wouldn't he? I've been telling her to give it back, but when I saw the woman's grown belly, I gave up."

"I thought I'd give up my woman to the point of being conceived. He's a man I've looked down on."

The king and his men nod yeah.

The old man doesn't say anything anymore.

"I thought I was a really unplugged man, too. Besides, it was accompanied by an unworthy beauty again. So I snuck up to his bedroom late at night and held her next to him, and that was another delight."

"Oh, that's a complete victory as a Han."

Yeah, we'll both snort.

"It's too exciting for him to wake up, but that's what I call adorable, too. It's bad for a man to go to bed."

"Exactly! Good women only shine when they are taken away from each other!

Guildless notices a grumpy old man.

"Whoa, you're out of line. Whatever the reason, he hates me."

"You're a little man! Perhaps not a single thing is small, and women will be happy to be bedridden."

"Not at all deviant, but often on the spot to fight...... no, don't you have the courage to set Ares up from the front? Whatever happens sooner or later, I'll only show you our power."

Guildless puts Ares' light on the sun.

The sunlight reflected on the treasure sword illuminated the three of them with a slight blue.

"Neither trinkets nor craftsmanship are sins, but if you say you will stand before me, only trample"

Ares' Han begins to move.

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For the record, Southern Eugrian Empire Dungeon.

"Oh, you're going, too."

Christoph turns his lonely eyes to the female interrogator.

The opponent also looked at him with a slightly moist eye.

"Yeah, they don't have enough front-line commanders to keep fighting. I'm from a military family, too, and it might be more useful to get out before the inquisitors do."

"Be careful... it feels odd what I say"

I packed my bags. The finished woman gets up then.

"If I could go home alive with me... I'd stop it"

Christoph drops off the woman who leaves the dungeon behind.

"We're running low."

"... right"

Zyria answers small with a cup of tea opposite the table.

There are few more face-to-face interrogators left.

"I haven't had to panic around all of a sudden lately."

"I hardly ever come around because I'm understaffed."

Only the sound of roaming Polypoli and Zyria cookies echoes.

There is no one to take away, no more to bring new treats.

"You too... are you going?

"I don't know. But the story is out. I'm also trained as a commander."

I don't play conversations when I run out of cookies.

Zyria instead moves the chair right near Christoph.

"When I'm gone until you... I'm gonna miss you so much. Besides, if you go to war, you could die."

"Fool, Goldonia must be your country. What are you gonna do with my worries?"

The laughter leaks when it creaks between them.

"I told you before. I wasn't originally born in Goldonia, and I'm not as thoughtful as my country is. The Rafen and Agor guys who have important friends are important... otherwise you're more important."

"Become!"

Zyria's face stains Zhu.

"There's more to it than that! You traitor... idiot..."

My face goes up close.

"Asshole...... mmm......"

Two lips touch each other.

"... guff"

"Yikes!? It took something...... nosebleeds!? You're a 13,4 virgin! You've bought hookers before."

"I've never kissed without an advance - I can't stop bleeding! Wow!"

Turn your back on Christoph, who gets hit with a nosebleed. Zilia wipes her mouth with her sleeve.

"Hey, if you say I'm more important than Goldonia... I have one suggestion to make"

That was a serious proposal relating to Christoph's future.