Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Before the war with southern Euglia...

That day, I was out on a long ride with Celia outside the outer wall of Rafen.

"Will you slow down a little bit?

"Oh, I'm sorry. At the usual rate…"

Celia squeezed the horse's reins and finally arranged them next door.

"Fine. It's all bad for that porn horse."

It's not Schwartz I'm riding, it's a military horse appropriately borrowed from the garrison.

So I can't help but slow down the weight difference between me and Celia.

"It's only before noon. It's a beautiful day, so let's walk slowly."

Celia lined up next door, laughing nicely.

She's always been a cute Celia in me, but she's really starting to look beautiful.

The fact that my hair is getting longer also emphasizes how grown up I am.

As I walked thinking about it, I saw a small muscle of smoke in the blue sky like it would fall out.

Staring at you, it looks like there's a bunch of people burning at the entrance to a small forest.

The number of people is about twenty, and several carriages lined up are loaded with hemp bags in a cup.

"Caravan? Off the streets like this...... hmm"

Celia narrows her eyes and wrinkles between her brows.

Surely it's odd that a caravan is off the street and in a place like this.

It doesn't look like a bandit, but it could be illegal trafficking in goods and slaves.

"Hey."

I wave to the caravan just in case.

Then the group looked surprised but waved back.

Observing a group as they approach, deer and rays have been dismantled and set on fire.

Is that why it was by the woods?

"What are you doing here? Take me to the beauty..."

I guess it's the young man who doesn't know my face who's been giving me my voice back.

The man's voice color seems really suspicious instead of deluding something or being alert.

And I just watch Celia more than I do.

"This is a long ride from Rafen. You're probably off the streets.

Then the young man's face clouds.

Saying the prawns, peering into the faces of others as troubled.

"Mm, it's suspicious!

Celia jumps off the horse, spins in the air for a brilliant landing, and stays close to the carriage.

"Oh, come on, don't touch your precious load."

"If the bag breaks, it's gonna be tough."

I make my body slightly nervous by those who try to keep Celia still, but it doesn't look like I'm trying to hide something just because I'm in trouble.

While doing so, one middle-aged man appears snuggly prompted by others.

He's scrupulous and belly hungry, but he's not a bad person. Apparently the head of the caravan.

"Damn, it's a banquet because of it, but take care of it - get it up!?

The middle-aged man knew my face, raised his voice and leaned back.

I tried to get on my knees as it was, so I made him stop being unnecessary.

"Oh, don't you guys either!

Celia jumps onto her luggage car with a group of motion stopped in the unusual voice of a middle-aged man on her ass and clutches her load around.

"I don't blame you for anything. It's just that it's unnatural for a caravan of this size to be off the streets and banqueting Rafen in front of you."

Though the speed of the carriage is no different than walking, from here you can walk half a day to reach Rafen.

It's normal to banquet in a liquor store after you get to Rafen without stopping at a place like this.

"Sure. But we're never carrying contraband."

"Ko, this powder... needs to be tested!

Celia was just drilling a hole in the bag.

Zero from inside is white powder...... Celia's eyes are shining.

"We are merchants of salt. I came here to trade superior powdered salt, not rock salt that I could take there."

"Ku...... it's soggy...... Ugh, I thought it was sugar"

I see, indeed, the salt of salad that zeroes out of the bag is like sugar.

Licked Celia looked weird and was spitting it out.

"But unfortunately, the day before we arrived, a large, salt-loaded caravan took fifty carriages to Rafen."

With that said, there was a line of Claire Chamber of Commerce in yesterday.

"Even though the quality is different, that's just yesterday today. Even if you add salt, they'll buy you down. So I thought I'd kill some time here before I let you in. There are rumors that you can't stop near the street."

"Peep! It's soggy... then you can even keep it in Rafen's warehouse..."

Celia returns because there was no suspicious load.

"Because a small and medium-sized caravan like Nong would not be foolish to pay for a warehouse, and if wholesale were to know that there was unsold salt in the first place, the price wouldn't go back, so it doesn't make sense"

I don't know much about merchants, but it's not easy.

"It's good to know that, anyway. If you come all the way out here and get slapped for a cheap price, you won't get paid."

A caravan choreographer girl brings me a liquor cup too.

Wrinkles lean between Celia's eyebrows.

"Our caravan had strong allies. You may not believe it, though."

At the end of the middle-aged man's gaze was an old woman.

The old woman seems to be quite old, blind and her legs are thin and unlikely to stand.

Two men are eating dinner with polite assistance.

"The caravan might say," Old woman, etc., "but this old groll can predict the future. She advised me to slow her way into Rafen."

"Ha."

I laugh unexpectedly at a middle-aged man who exaggerates.

If I can predict the future, I have no difficulty.

Then you noticed my laughter. The old woman walks slowly with her sides supported.

The old lady who came right in front of me looks like she's going to die now.

When the old woman looks at me, she opens her invisible eyes.

Come on, I don't believe you, but don't tell me you don't feel good about giving me something tomorrow.

"Strange - things happen!

"Old Grollo! Such a thing to the lord..."

"Pfft."

"Ha, what's that ambiguity?"

Even I can predict this.

I'll be in the bathroom by tomorrow, and Celia will be leaking it by the end of the year.

If it's like this, I'll give it back with a laugh.

"You don't know it's odd. What's gonna happen?

But the old lady laughed. She didn't seem to be offended by us, she pointed at the back of the woods.

"There is a lonely temple at the end of this forest. An ancient god who plays and entertains…"

"Heh."

I stir up booze and listen appropriately while gently stroking the girl's ass.

"After we find the temple, we'll fall once. The way it rolls is God's message, so strange as it is fierce -"

"Interesting. I'll see what I can find out"

"Yes!? It's dangerous."

I go to the woods without listening to the old lady.

Celia is worried, but small woods and thin vegetation.

It is also close to Rafen and never lurks with thieves or awesome demons.

"Oddly enough, it's also a revelation. I'll get what I want."

And we split into the woods.

"There was."

Wow, it's true.

There was a temple at the end of the beast path divided intuitively.

That's only about the size of Celia's hips, and she looks like the only stone if she doesn't moss and pay attention without even being cared for.

"I'm kind of scared"

But now that I've heard about the old lady, it's rather unusual too.

Why did an old blind woman notice such a small temple in the first place? I didn't even know the merchants.

"Let's go home, Master Agil. It's kind of chilly."

I have goosebumps on the side of Celia and my hair is upside down.

"There's nothing but going home."

I'm not as faithful or free as I am to start cleaning the shrines here.

But I'm here because of you.

I put the cup in my hand in front of the shrine.

The contents... I drank 80% of the product, but I didn't have it.

Besides, if I were to say God of Play, I would go through with it.

"Hmm?"

The moment I put the cup down, I felt the temple glow slightly.

I accidentally looked back, but it was wrong... the cup is empty.

Well, okay.

"I'll support your back! If you fall, something weird will happen."

Celia is devoted and cute.

Leaving the woods, I decided to return to Rafen only by speaking to the caravan.

By the way, Celia was exasperated when the old woman asked her horrible future but said a word about 'leaking it close'.

I heard a familiar voice and hooves there.

"Agil, what are you doing here?"

That was Kara on Schwartz.

He carries a bow and hangs two ravens and one bird on his hips.

"It's a little walk. Is Carla a hunting?

"Yeah. It's a beautiful day and it hasn't been working lately. Uh, sorry, I took the liberty of riding Schwartz."

I have two grumpy noses when Carla and I get closer.

Celia keeps staring at Kara and Schwartz keeps me out of the way.

"Why don't we just take a long ride like this? Change the horses."

Kara and I exchange horseback riding to speed things up.

Schwartz speeds up his legs in vain as he snorts in a grumpy manner.

"Hey, look forward. Run. You can break your leg if you want, but I'm on it."

That's all the words were.

It should have been sunny the last few days. For some reason Schwartz's forelegs, stepping on a rock full of reasonably damp moss, flow brilliantly sideways, and his horse body floats completely in space.

There was also momentum because he was bullying and speeding, and Schwartz fell from his back to the ground half a spin.

"Guuuuuuu!!

I was on that back. I was thrown out, too, three revolutions, and I slipped on the ground in a grand way as it was and ended up hitting a stone.

"Aah!"

"Dear Eigil!

Celia and Carla rush in.

That just makes me lose my head.

Schwartz is up at first sight, snorting with Hun and pointing in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"You fucking horse. I'm gonna make you horse meat."

I slap Schwartz's ass in the bad shape, see if he's hurt his leg and get on his back.

"... that was a hell of a way to cock..."

Celia is whining so that she can threaten.

I don't know what you're talking about, I can't remember because of the huge fall.

It was the next day that I remembered the old woman's story.

The reason is simple, because I would have been Rita if I woke up.

"... Hmm"

Stand in front of the mirror while the line of your body remains clear white negligee.

I'll try to get my face closer.

Pretty neat, but the strong impression stands out when it remains faceless.

Eyes and eyebrows are different than usual.

I don't think it's because I don't wear makeup.

Next I try to hold my chest up.

It's a big, beautiful shape. There is no blemish on the skin either.

"And the heart..."

Turn up the negligee and stick your ass out.

Big. Big ass anyway.

Instead of being fat and relaxed, he's originally in the shape of a big ass.

The overwhelming presence rocks in front of the mirror.

"And what is this underwear? Heh heh heh heh Rita, you nasty bitch."

The underwear Rita wore is black and has a small area.

Especially the buttocks part has almost eaten into the big buttocks with strings.

I don't see any hair on this underwear, so I guess it's handled carefully.

"Uhm, I've been craving..."

I usually push it down and take my underwear off, but now I'm myself.

You can't just have sex with yourself.

"Dear Rita, it's time for your morning prayer - what are you doing?

A maid enters the room after a polite knock.

"Nothing."

"What, Master Rita?

I'm surprised the maid even though I'm going to answer normally.

Do I have to imitate the way Rita talks?

Uhm, I can't really remember thinking about it again.

Do you mind if it looks like that?

"I don't have anything. I'm going to get dressed soon, so I'll be waiting."

"Yeah...... ok"

Looks like we got it figured out.

Thus began my day again, Rita.

Cleaning the mansion first.

Carefully wipe the floors and windows, as well as the candlesticks and chandeliers dust and coal in the hallway, and gently shift the figurine that Nonna bought from somewhere to clean the gap.

"I hadn't thought about it, but it's the hard work of the maids that makes the mansion shiny every day"

I also knew exactly how disturbing the sparkling candlestick and the big pot for ornamental use that Nonna would buy.

"Dear Rita - Please ~"

Return to me in a pitiful voice.

If you look at it, the maid was trying to shift the big figurine.

Rita is in a position to only instruct because she is the maid leader, but she also had her own name on the cleaning schedule, and she also managed it while working in the field.

I'll take care of it.

"What?"

I take control of the maid with my hands and put my hands on her to lift the figurine.

"Wow!"

Instead of lifting it to a weight I've never experienced, it crushes me to the floor.

What is this pot... no, is this the woman's arm power?

"Yay! Everybody's in trouble, Master Rita! Come on, help!

"It's important for that Rita to sound like a crushed frog!

Everyone gets swarmed and desperate to wake up the kettle.

"Phew... it's not broken. Good."

"Hiccup...... isn't Rita weird today? I'm not wearing makeup, and I don't know how to talk."

"I can't seem to use the mop either. Besides, I've been watching our butts for a while now... hissing."

I think I'm losing my temper.

Let's get to another job.

The laundry is next.

Wash the laundry with Jabba Jabba and a bunch of buckets.

"Ugh... so much. Oh, my God."

A rookie maid spoils stupidity.

"What are you talking about? This is three times harder for a normal mansion. My laundry just needs to pull the plug, so I don't have a hard job, and I won't be long... Ah! That dress is made of special detergent."

I only sort and wash women because I have no taste in washing men's underwear.

"Oh, these pants are Celia, right? Heh heh heh, you're wearing stretched back and remarkable."

"Ri, Master Rita?

Whoa.

Let's go next.

I did all sorts of work looking like Rita, but what I feel is a lot of trust from the maids.

It's natural to be consulted for work in a role, but other than that, it's a family matter, a money issue, a sex affair - even a consultation of content that very people can't teach.

I can clearly see how much Rita is believed.

The contents are all screwed up because of me, but I don't feel irritated or angry at all.

Instead, they're just worried that things are going wrong. I guess that's all I do normally.

I'm glad that my woman is so trusted.

Now the next time I twist myself, something falls out of my maid's pocket.

"Is this a schedule?

The notebook had plans written down whether this was still the case in fine writing.

I find it mostly a work relationship but in it it it says half a day off from work, meeting with friends.

"What's the date - noon today? It's about time."

You mustn't soak up Rita's friendship.

I have the contents, but I'll try to make my way here.

Speak to a maid nearby.

Still a pretty young rookie maid in her late or mid teens.

"I'm sorry. I'm going to take a half break. I'm gonna come outside, and I'm gonna ask you for the rest."

"Yes. I've been asking you since last week.... Aah! Huh!?

I stroke my maid's ass and head straight out into the city.

"Ah Rita! This way ~"

"I'm sorry I'm at work. Because I really wanted to see Rita."

"Ohisa."

There was a line of nostalgic faces when I walked into the store where it was planned.

It's the Arkland War that reminds me of.

"Datron," which is also the town I met Rita. A maid who was abused by pig lords there as well as Rita...... three of them are in front of me.

"Long time no see"

I take my seat with a smile on my face too, trying not to be unnatural.

"Pulita's changed, too. I can't believe I could make such a joke."

"And the clothes and the seal... it's not amazing what a maid of honor that big mansion is"

Three people talking casually.

The conversation continues without boring out whether it's because it's been a long time since we've been reunited, or whether we're cheering up and overlooking the little discomfort.

And the topic becomes our current story.

"I'm no match for Rita, who has finally met Hardlett's mistress."

"We're living a pretty good life, too."

"Hmm."

Alcohol also enters during the day, and the four women thrive in a hustle and bustle.

"My husband is the captain of Goldonia! He's not such a great guy, but his pay is good and... most importantly, he's a man! I've made a couple of lovers since I was released, but there wasn't a man like my husband."

When a beautiful but slightly belly-black woman boasts, she gets a penetration from the other two.

"It's not gold and face after all. Impure, impure!

"You're more or less too much! You changed your lover every month at a time!

I laugh from the bottom of my heart too, not acting.

"My husband and I have a pure relationship ~. I'm the son of a country landlord ~. I hadn't thought about getting married yet, but I've come to propose three or four times... I finally lost ~"

When the old lady holds her cheek and falls in love, the other ladies say patty on an empty plate.

"Uh, yes, yes. How many times have we talked about that? Sir, you like you too much."

"Even this time, you're worried you're coming to Rafen in the name of expanding your vegetable sales channels, right?

You look happy.

My lady couldn't do it, but I feel good about helping them.

"I..."

"" You are the evilest!!

A tall, munchkin-bodied woman opens her mouth, and the other two put their heads on.

"How old is your boyfriend? Tell me!

"How did you become a lover?"

I'd love to hear it, too.

"Uh, my boyfriend is fourteen now... twelve under. He lived in the neighborhood and suddenly crawled at night."

"Lie to me. You seduced her every day with a great deal of charm, and you finally burst her out! I told you before."

"You were crawled at night, but at some point you held him in and squeezed him till morning! I was so proud of you."

What an envious boy.

Munchkin's woman, after covering her face for a while, stirs up alcohol and speaks up.

"That's right! I love the cute boys before I grow up! Every time I greeted you, I flexed forward and lured you up with a short skirt and an open chest! When they attacked me, there was an assault trumpet ringing in my head." Don't speak up... I'll offend you, because you have a bad naughty sister! ♪ 'Cause, oh!

It's the culmination of alcohol.

There's a lot going on, but everyone seems happy.

After a glimpse of laughter for all of us, the foolish laughter that got hacked away disappears.

"Time to go"

"Yeah."

"Yes ~"

We walk out of the tavern with four women.

Through the tavern district, passing the market, it was the cemetery that reached it.

"Look, Rita, you're the only one I know from here."

I don't know if I'm prompted.

I reviewed the schedule with the intention of grabbing the straw and noticed.

It is written in a solid handwriting so that the name and location do not disappear.

"This way."

Softly add flowers to your destination, two small but beautiful stones.

It's a tombstone, a pair of tombstones for men and women.

There is one ring in a man's grave. Bone shards in a woman's grave.

"You've come a long way."

"Well, you didn't want to be in Datron either."

"You were the first to accompany my husband."

I thought I'd give him a drink at the end, but I'd add some water to the woman's grave wondering if it was weird.

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

It always comes out of my mouth.

"Okay. Then drink again -"

There comes a maid running in that doesn't look good in the cemetery.

I'm calling Rita's name. I guess something went wrong and I came to call you.

"Let's have another drink tomorrow. Now stay close in the morning...... no let's stay for about three days and make a scene. Another visit to the tomb."

"Huh? But I've decided where to go home... and the rent"

I laugh with a nickel.

"It's all me - no, Master Hardlett will do something about it. I can do anything I want."

Stunning voices are raised by the women.

I guess Rita was looking forward to seeing her friends too to see the schedule.

I'm so sorry I ended up talking to you on my own.

I learned of Rita's usual hard work. I'll give you as much convenience as I can.

I introduce Guru Pavilion, leave refreshed, and rendezvous with the maid I came to call.

Now when I went back to the mansion, I heard a man's anger more than the reception room.

The Lord of Voices is still young, a man of good stature a little smaller than me.

Young in front of that... the maid I told her about half a break is grounded.

"A newbie has zeroed tea to his customers..."

"Oh, yeah, I know"

You're hitting it from the head rather than from scratch.

Again, the customer's clothes are white.

"You -!! How much did this clothing cost... No, more than that, the maid of honor knights. The same goes for putting tea on me and so on and so on! How will you put it on before this drop!!

The real deal is out first.

Well, here's the bad one, so should I make amends?

Get out in front of the man with a big crotch and get the maid up to sit down in the ground.

Me - No, I saw Rita's face. This girl looked blatantly relieved.

"What are you! We're not done talking yet!

I tilt my head gently.

"Maid-length Rita Zazu. I apologize for this disrespect. Please forgive the Hardlett family for paying for this."

I don't remember what tone it was anymore, but would this be good?

"Don't use a rare dialect, you countryman! Besides, the maid should be able to give Lord Hardlett his opinion! That one's really scared! When we met on the battlefield, we took a piss!

Do you think so?

I wish I believed you because you said you'd let me out.

"Honor is more serious than clothing in the first place! What are you gonna do!

What is honor? Can a fallen maid pour tea on you?

Though it seems rather bad to keep yelling at people's homes for a long time.

"We don't have a made-to-measure education because countrymen like you are made-to-measure!

The man who keeps yelling at me, the maid who made me tea, is shivering so pathetically.

I would put up with Rita's body, although I would put up with it.

Mostly this guy doesn't think enough either.

I wouldn't care as much as an immature maid sprinkled me with tea.

Instead, he would smile at his apologetic daughter and, conversely, care for any burns.

That way they might fall in love with the size of the vessel and take them into bed.

"He's a total idiot"

"Hey, what...?

Shit. It's in my mouth.

Maids and servants freeze.

"Ki, Ki, Ki, You -"

Yeah. I can't help it anymore.

I was lowering. Turn your head back, keep your voice up.

"I apologize. We will also compensate you. What more would you like!

Rita's beautiful voice echoes in the room.

I take a step forward and the man takes a step back.

"Such insults… report to Sir Hardlett -"

"Fine! I heard it depends. If the Lord is to be cut off, I hope so."

I get out a step forward once in a while.

There can be no amputation. It's me.

"Isn't it your little girl who made the crude phase yet? What do you do with a big man yelling all over his head?"

"Ah."

I show a man the face of a maid of childhood and then hug him to shelter.

"Uhh... uhh"

You've settled.

I'll color you a little, so take the compensation and go home.

I know you and I don't feel comfortable, so don't come back.

But the idiot addition and subtraction of a man exceeded my expectations.

"How dare you call me a maid of honor of the Hardlett family, this insult to me - I'm going to be disrespectful!

What a man pulled a sword down his back.

"Ahhh!!

Screaming from the maids, especially from the daughter of the party.

A man's sword is a loose ornament to see.

It's only natural because it's for decoration and I allow it to be brought into the mansion.

I guess there's no taste in martial arts either, the slaughter is too slow and dull.

I would close one eye and sing a nose song and I could play it.

But I'm Rita now.

I can't see the sword muscle that's supposed to be slow.

I can't move my body, which is supposed to react easily.

Bad. You can't hurt Rita's body.

I barely raise my arms to protect my head and neck.

The man's murder blade stayed in my arm - it didn't stick.

"Ugh! When!"

The blade was grabbed by wrinkled hands and stopped moving.

The owner of the wrinkled hand bows carefully, grabbing the blade.

"It's in Sebastian, the butler. I apologize for the servant's disrespect, overlapping. On top of that, the Lord has made it stricter than ever to eliminate the knife wounds in the mansion, so I will stop you with all due respect."

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

The man draws his sword desperately, but he is not afraid of being grabbed.

Sebastian doesn't move one eyebrow while grabbing the blade with his bare hands, no matter how slicey it is for dull decoration.

"You work disrespect for me until you do! The butler's disrespect is the disrespect of the house, the mud in the name of the hardlet-"

"- I am"

Sebastian blocks a man's words with words.

It's an act I would never normally do.

"I am in the butler of the Hardlett family. disrespect to our guests, sincerely and unwillingly, we will give priority to the life of the Lord."

Sebastian breaks his hips deep with his left hand attached to his chest, holding the sword with his right hand.

Then he reached out his left hand and indicated the front door.

"I want you to pick it up."

"My servant cocked me without even talking to Lord Hardlett, etc."

Sebastian gives a slight look.

piercing glance and blowing killing, and words repeat themselves.

"I want you to pick it up!

It's settled.

The man is pushed by the power of Sebastian and leaves groaning with his toad and groaning.

Thank you, Sebastian.

"Naturally as a butler...... Lord Rita?

Sebastian says with his usual gentle grin.

What kind of look is that?

Well, I was grabbing Sebastian's blade. There's just a deep scratch on my right hand.

"Allowance first."

The maids are pushing the dokadoka where I was about to tell them.

"Master Sebastian! We need to make allowance right away!

"That's right. Right in my bedroom!!

Several maids have a blatantly red face.

"No, you can't rest to this extent. Then I'll do it."

Be polite to me before Sebastian leaves.

Uh and the maids say sorry.

Especially the over forty growing maids were seriously depressed.

"That's right. You don't get to work in this atmosphere. Turn all non-meal jobs tomorrow. And this kid's off."

I'll give you a lift to your room with my tea-burning daughter's shoulder.

Was it the first training ground I would experience for a young girlfriend, her hips shuddering and her knees trembling.

Poor thing. Because I'm so mad at you for pouring tea on me.

"It's okay now. Don't worry."

I've decided to make you a scary woman.

Gently stroke the maid's face and take her lips away.

"... ah"

The maid gave her face in surprise, turning bright red and leaning again.

"Master Rita was" yes, "after all. Maybe not surprisingly... dependable and brave."

The maid buried her face in Rita's big chest and whispered, "Please make it a mess."

- The next day.

Wake up in the morning sun and explore by hand the maid who should be sleeping next door.

But there's no one there. On the contrary, the bed is completely different in shape.

"Am I?"

It's not Rita's room when you get up.

Peek into the mirror raised.

"Now it's Iridina..."

There was a reflection of a threadless, naked irigina.

Observe your whole body the same way you did when Rita.

Don't look intelligent if you don't open your mouth.

You don't wear makeup originally, the dimensions are the same as usual Iridina.

My ass is big anyway, my chest is unbeatable by Rita.

But my skin is just a little rough. I don't seem to take much care of my skin.

"Hmm."

I can put my hands above my head and help.

My whole body muscles thrive along the way.

I see. A warrior's body. Looks like it'll be okay if it gets rough.

"But the Iridina guy, you slept without taking a bath..."

I smell a dark body odor when I smell my side and shoulder mouth myself.

Let's just take a bath as a woman.

I find myself trying to leave the room with a towel.

Paper was affixed to the entrance, and the letters were written as giant.

"Daytime Inn Moonlight Pavilion Relatives"

I guess it's an important business.

It is written never to be overlooked.

"I'm gonna have to go and do this too."

I know where Moonlight Pavilion is.

The way Irijina talks is likely to be imitated better than Rita because of its great features.

"Irijina, you're such a thin woman."

When you get to the Moonlight Pavilion, a strange young man curses you.

I'd say I don't know you, but I'm patient. It would be strange to hear the name of the body that was written as a relative.

"Wahaha! They're gonna say terrible things!

So laugh as luxuriously as usual.

But they were caught and didn't laugh at me.

"Your late father said he did everything he could for all his relatives. What are you? I won the status of Hardlett Border Uncle by myself... we only wish we could!

"Wahahahaha!

The house in Irigina was a former Arkland military man and knight.

Speaking of which, there's never been a kinship story from Illigina.

"As a cousin, even my parent, me, is now at the end of the day falling to the caravan's caution stick. What do you think?

"Wahahaha"

Whatever you say, I can't answer bad things.

I keep laughing with a cramped face.

"I don't have trouble eating with minimal delivery, but the future of my clan is dark. Every day you earn money without honor or status."

"Wahaha..."

Are you getting a delivery?

In retrospect, Irijina should have a small allowance paid to her family and a commander's salary, but I've only seen about cheap liquor and buying and eating in an outdoor shop. It was strange because it didn't even look like the personality to save.

The man grabs my hand and says:

"You are more than just an obedience to Sir Hardlett... is that a special relationship? Then keep your mouth shut for us! I'm not talking about luxury. It's as good as it used to be!

"Wah..."

I don't need a soldier to stand up for my cousin's woman.

We were supposed to be talking alone. Soon, there's a man and a woman sitting on each side of me.

"Meet your former acquaintance in Rafen. Anyway, I let him be present."

First a man opens his mouth better.

"Irigina, as a colleague, I've been with you in the army for a long time. You can't forget me. When you were... captured on suspicion of escape from the enemy, I vomited a heartless word, but it was a misunderstanding. Netineti, aren't you small enough to care?

……

My cousin is also nodding deeply.

I guess this guy said something too.

"My brother has fallen from the glorious assistant chief of Arkland to a surrogate husband. Don't you have heartache as a former compatriot?

The woman says it better.

She looked beautiful at first glance and caught my eye, but when I looked closely, the smell was thick and terrible whether the quality was poor due to the layering of makeup.

……

There were a bunch of things I wanted to say, but no matter what I say, I keep my mouth shut because I think it's bad for Irigina.

Then the three get nasty with their mouths.

"Not good again. Sending the sentence doesn't give me a decent response. If you ask me, I will serve the nobility of Gordonia without even naming Walth's surname... and your father will be ashamed."

It was just a bad word for chest shit for me, but my body bounces bikun on its own.

Did Iridina's body react?

"There was competition with each other. I also served the earliest roadside stone, the enemy, and brawled... You have a good personality."

Says a former colleague of mine.

"Is the position gained in the lower body, not the spear, a good one?

The sister said.

The three left the store in a scattered vice.

I say embrace my body.

"That was tough, Irigina. You used to stand by yourself."

I've never even heard of them from anyone close to Illigina, Celia or Myra.

She didn't tell anyone.

I always laughed happily.

"It's all right now. I found out today."

When I tell myself, for some reason, my eyes start to cry zero.

Thank God for the old lady and the shrine.

If this hadn't happened, I wouldn't have noticed.

I don't even feel like playing around with Irigina's body like this.

Let's go home to the mansion.

"You -!! How dare you give me my cape!!

It's a familiar yell.

When I came out on the table, my earlier cousin and colleague sisters looked blue.

Isn't it the man who made a scene at the mansion yesterday who's at the end of his gaze?

The pure white cloak is full of raw waste.

In the middle of the city is a trash can...... I see, a trash can that kicked me in the stomach directly hit pure white.

No luck whatsoever. And isn't it too dangerous to walk out of the table in pure white all over your body?

"Ko, you know how much this cloak will cost!? No, more trash on me than that. Language interruptions, slashing and throwing away!

Around the man, I thought I was a squire and the three of them lay their hands on the sword.

My cousin is in a hurry, but my coworkers don't have weapons, so I'm at a 3-on-1 disadvantage.

I look around like I'm asking for help, but unfortunately, there's no guard.

There is no indication that residents will also help if they see it as worse to take the trash first.

Oh, I had eyes.

"Iridina! Help!

And he's arrogant.

I want to leave her alone, but Irijina wants to be insulated from her relatives because she's sending them away.

I don't like it, I really don't like going forward.

"I'm sorry I put trash on you! I apologize, miss me! Waha!!

Would sincerity have been conveyed like this?

"This woman commands in Sir Hardlett's private army, Irijina, we are his kin! Keep your head down and disperse before you rub it, but it's for your own good, Shiro!

"What?

My cousin says extra things from behind me even though I almost got it together.

Surely this man...

"Iridina...... you're a turner from Arkland. My name is Talloy-Dolard. The Gordonian royal family will receive the knight."

All the way around, the residents take a step back.

"Ki, noble..."

"Oh, my God..."

My cousin and colleagues throw away their swords and lag behind, but it's too late.

Talloy pulls out his sword with a winning face.

"You're from Arkland when you say relatives. The rest of the thieves are Gordonian aristocrats. They can put trash on me, and so on, i.e. treason! What a wonder to be disrespectful!

I declare it to the people around me, but I have no objection.

"I shouldn't hit your nobles in the trash..."

"They roared all over the place. It pays off."

"He seems to be a relative of Lord Irigina... but not a nobleman."

Talloy laughs niggardly and waves her sword down at her stunned cousin.

Of course I pull out my sword and play that childish blow.

The sword swung and danced through the universe with a tall metal sound.

"What are you going to do!

"These guys aren't resisting anymore. Don't slay the irresistible."

As far as I'm concerned, I don't mind being slashed, but Irigina will be sad, so stop.

"Be disrespectful to Master Talloy!

An exasperated squire is slaughtered.

Cut off the first sword and slam it, play the second sword, and the third one tumbles at a distance between his body.

A body that moves well.

You can fight uncomfortably if you are slightly slow to react and even notice the weakness of your powers.

"I'm a knight! It's just a private soldier. If you do, tell the military commissioner..."

Before I finish, I rush forward.

Three squires rushing to rebuild their swords.

These guys seem to be able to fight once and for all, unlike the knight Talloy, but still have a history of strength differences with Irijina.

I play sword and kick the groin of my first squire.

Leave the unconscious man alone, pretend to take the second sword and jump back, punching him in the face in the gap where he slapped the ground.

The third poke dodges sparingly, grabbing its arm and throwing it into the ditch.

"Yu, loose...... gu"

Finally, grab and lift Talloy's pure white collar, face close and awesome.

"What did you say to the military commissioner? I tried to be disrespectful, but one bare-handed woman beat all three of my squire down?

If I make such a report to Eirich, he's still going to be stranded the other way around whether he's a knight or a soldier.

"Abbu... but the Turner... former Arkland is evil... we are righteous..."

I'll let Talloy go and drop him to the ground.

The surrounding inhabitants remain silent. You need something else.

I scream with Don between Talloy's legs.

"Abuse the evil that surrendered and what is righteous! Take the irresistible and see what the knight is! A man like you, I don't have the slightest fear of seeing him on the battlefield!

To conclude, the first modest, gradually larger applause arises from the surrounding inhabitants.

"... it was a complete drop in my body that just hit the garbage. Let's apologize for the disrespect. I'll send you the compensation later."

I give thanks to the nobility by breaking my hips firmly.

Let's stop sending money to these guys for a month.

A clap that just cracks when you raise your head.

The residents totally followed this way. There's nothing more Talloy can do.

"Sorry."

My cousin looks at this one with amazement and says:

"Much more than it used to be... you got a liver on you"

My colleague looks away from me at first glance and then sends me another glance.

"Thank you! It was just great!

And my coworker sister grabs my arm with a red face for some reason.

I don't even care about dark makeup if this happens... I wonder if there's any art to going back to the mansion like this.

- The next day.

"Again."

The room is changing again.

Feelings on your fingers are just for your feelings.

I didn't think you were a virgin with all that thick makeup.

That's the first time I've noticed it since I pushed it through with my finger.

Well, it's early morning because of how Yang is feeling.

Is it someone who has an extra regular life to wake up at this hour?

"Whatever. Confirm it."

When you jump out of bed, your body is unusually light.

It doesn't look like he's back in my body.

"That's a room full of books. And it's cleaned up beautifully."

Your solitary voice is so cute.

Peek into the mirror with anticipation.

"How cute"

It was Celia.

Sleeping Celia is shown with a slightly grumpy face.

I have a water colored pyjama and a little hat on my head.

"Uhm, you're resistant to seeing Celia's body on your own"

I decided to change without checking my body for now, but I have a strange urge.

Leaving it to impulse, as he moved, his body opened the drawer at will and took out the notebook.

Apparently, he's habituated and his body remembers.

"What... wash your face first, this pot of water? Next, exercise in the morning, open your legs for 10 seconds on the flexion 20…"

The notebook has an extended morning routine written down.

"... get dressed and get your hair done. After cleaning the bed and checking your belongings, run 2km, 15 sets of bareback...... drink water with fruit here and bathe in the water. And check on Mr. Agil, and if he's not awake, look around the mansion, and then do paperwork..."

I'll put my notebook in the drawer.

Celia will be fine skipping for a day or so because she's working hard.

Do you want to roll it out to the city?

Unlike when Rita or Irigina, Celia didn't have any particular problems.

If I dare, will I be able to do my job wherever I say it?

Celia now does a wide range of things as my deputy without a particular job, so she sticks her neck in everything from military to guards to merchants to home affairs officers.

It's something you can do because Celia can do more than just crowd anything.

I mean, I can't.

"It's a store application, but the paperwork on the outdoor store shows the true seal of the lord... the scared shopkeeper rushed in."

"This is the security plan you drew up, but it's amazing how half of the guards concentrate on one street..."

"Um... the budget for river water treatment is thirty gold coins and the budget for cooking is three hundred gold coins. This will make a dike out of scrap material and cook it out with the finest black beast meat…"

I can't.

Celia's body seems prone to pokamis.

You have to be careful.

It's just that nobody blames Celia for her mistakes.

He watches with warm eyes even when he realizes an overt mistake.

Just one person.

Only Leopold points out his mistakes in a tough way that comes to his heart.

Besides, I'm just saying, "Enough is enough" that I can't understand it by lining up the hard work and reason.

... If I don't follow Celia later, they'll think I'm incompetent.

Pong and I got a hand on my shoulder as I walked thinking about that.

"Lord Celia, I've been looking for you!!

It was Iridina.

I laughed so loudly and so lavishly that my ears hurt, my smile was a little brighter than usual.

"Shut up. What is it?

Simulate Celia's voice color.

Perfect while I am.

"Wahaha!! We got some good ingredients so let's have a pot together!!

Iridina had meat and vegetables all over her hands.

I laugh unexpectedly.

All the men around them look back in unison.

I guess that's all Celia's grin was attractive.

"You have no choice. After work."

I love my pot with Irigina, even though I imitate Celia's tone.

The pot with Iridina was so full of meat, vegetables, fish, mushrooms and mountains.

It tastes rough, but very good, and most importantly, it's good to eat while listening to Iridina, who seems to enjoy it.

"Did something good happen?

Illigina says with a laugh that her worries are gone.

The pan tasted twice as good.

But there's a problem here.

Even though it's the best pot I've ever had, my stomach was full before I ate half of it.

Naturally, Celia and I don't have the same stomach size. A little wasted.

"Is Lord Celia full yet? I still have my gear!

Iridina laughs and eats lavishly.

I don't go in much anymore, so I pick mushrooms and other light things to pick from.

"This meat is the finest cow ever! I'm so excited!

It was good meat.

"This fish I know... I got a share of what I caught!

Your husbands were fishing in the creek after work.

"This vegetable... someone I know in the caravan gave it to me..."

Emotionally, Iridina carries the radishes to a slice, chewing them slowly as opposed to the exuberant way she's eaten before. Good for you.

Then when I reach for the vegetables to take a bite too, I start making noises when I get angry.

A person would be a pain that everyone has experience with. Will the respite be less than five minutes?

"Where have you picked this mushroom?

Ask quietly.

"It was growing in the grass around there! It's better to have mushrooms. I can see the pot!

I see, I mean, you're a mushroom with no taste.

And unlike me and Irigina, Celia is weak.

The answer is obvious.

"Irigina, how many times is this!

"Yeah? What are you talking about...... hey, you're not eating anymore?

I scream at Irijina as I run with all my strength.

"Don't hold it alone. Celia and I are on your side. Say anything."

"Mm, Lord Celia is Lord Celia... then who am I? Mmm, I don't know!"

I don't have time for this anymore.

It's Celia's honor.

My stomach hurts in earnest.

There won't be another moment or respite.

"The breadth of your face will be a vendetta to get here!

Because they know my face, I can't tell them to jump into the house around there with a bright blue face and lend me a toilet.

Celia is a girl. The grass is out of the question.

"It's faster to run to the mansion than to think poorly"

Fortunately, Celia's body is really light, and she can walk as fast as she can, scratching the crowd.

I don't have a moment's respite for my stomach, but at this pace, I'll make it.

I speed up even more and run like a wind holding my belly down.

"Absolutely not! That's Celia. What's the matter with you?

"Blue face, hold me down belly...... ah"

Running down the boulevard like the wind, running through a district lined with servant dwellings.

"I can see you."

Running up the ramp, the mansion is right in front of you.

Only fifteen stairs are left behind.

I always fly three steps over there.

But a light Celia should be able to fly five steps.

"All you have to do is go in through the back door and head to the bathroom."

I can put my strength into my legs while I wipe the cold sweat.

Beautiful leap to fifth, tenth and fifteenth steps......

I think calmly.

Who was the guy who sat down on the stairs and ate dinner?

Who's the asshole who left the whole eating vessel behind?

Stunningly taken off my leg, I fall, and I get my butt up big.

At that moment, his vision suddenly distorted, and when he realized it, he was standing in the hallway.

"... it's my body"

There was my face when I saw it on my familiar arms, feet, and windows.

'Strange Things' seems to be over.

"I'll go to Irigina."

Because a pot that sticks alone would be boring.

I'm hungry for good health.

"Phunghhhhh!!

I hear Celia screaming from the back door.

I'm not going to do it. Because she would never want it.

"Let's buy him some mountain treats. Celia's priority for the night."

I head for the pot, frustrated by the sense of sin.

I can't rewind time. People just have to look forward and live.

Then

"Are you listening, Master Agil? Mrs. Dorad told me about her scathing disgust at the dinner party. What kind of education are you educating your servants that the pavilion owners you visit have been humiliated! In the name of Rita and Irigina!

"Oh, right. That happens sometimes. It's no big deal. Leave me alone."

Hear Nonna's stupidity.

Apparently, the pure white Talloy did not have the guts to tell Eirich, as well as the king.

If you can only tell Nonna enough at the dinner party, you can leave her alone.

"Master Rita, why don't you go get a drink after work tonight? There's a romantic tavern."

"You can't go out at night.... why are you stroking your arm!

It's weird over there, too.

"Hmm."

Sneak a peek in from behind Myra doing paperwork.

"A hundred former Arkland kingdoms chiefs, with experience in action... Hmm, as long as I can confirm my loyalty... shall I just let him take the interview once? Walth......? Like I heard somewhere."

This one looks good too.

"We are not looking for chores for family members. I'm glad you're feeling it, but can't you pick it up?

Sebastian can be heard from the front door.

"I managed there, Irigina... no, I want to be beside your sister! I gave it to purity!

A woman with thick makeup is making a scene. I'm glad Irigina isn't here.

"Hey, are you serious?"

"Master Irigina... and you have a bad taste"

It even gave rise to strange rumors.

"Good Morning"

That's where Celia came in.

I hug Celia, stroke her head, and let her sit on her lap.

"All right, all right, you're still cute today. Let's do a treat. You want some cookies? You want some cake?

Since then I've even spoiled Celia.

I also pressed Leoporto plenty of precautions to forgive me if I made fun of Celia.

"I'd like to confirm something."

Celia squeaks on her knees.

Confirm everything. I'll give you an answer even if it's a state secret.

"I remember wandering around feeling weird... but I felt like I was in Lady Eigil's body"

My hand stops stroking my head.

"It's a hell of a story... but on the contrary, when Master Agil is on my body... and my consciousness is clear"

Let's get this out of the way.

"Why don't we go farther than that today?

"Far Ride... Caravan... Old Woman... Temple... Hmm"

How counterproductive.

Let's pull out of here for a second.

Apparently, when I was in Rita's body, they were in mine again.

But it seems that strange forces worked, and I'm the only one who clearly remembers them, and they seem to have little memory of when they were in my body.

Though I remember Celia only fragmentarily because she remembers things well.

But third parties, such as servants and guards, don't seem to have any clouds of memory.

I was cleaning the mansion and watching out for the dirty servants in the room.

I exorcised bears and goblins for the villagers, and I praised my wife for sneaking into bed.

A caterpillar fell from a tree onto his head and hugged Carla with a career and a scream.

Various stories are whispered, for example.

Well, such harm is cheap if you think you've learned so much about Rita and Irigina.

Grab a round of flowers and head to the cemetery.

It was in a strange way, but it's the edge of knowing your face.

"Dear Eigil, I hear you clearly. Eigil must have been the one who blew me up."

"Ha ha, maybe it was God's prank"