Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

- Office of the Interim Commander of the Temporary Command of the Patenna (rented mansion)

The tables are loud. They interrupted my nap, and I get up scratching my ass and clear my ears.

Apparently, a man's voice and a woman's voice are arguing.

For a moment I thought Celia was scolding the soldiers, but I reconsider and deny it often.

She should be falling asleep hitting the special Iridina pan she ate yesterday.

There's nothing else in my life, but I'm not in a physical condition where I can give everything away and sneak around like a dry animal and piss off soldiers very well.

The hearing has also become clear according to the awakening. The man is a giddo, but the woman's voice doesn't sound familiar.

And the woman is apparently more than one.

"Good night, Master Hardlett! I can't let a dubious guy like you through in the first place!

"We are not pilgrims and suspicious of Altair."

"It's important to believe."

"It's my duty as a pilgrim to hide my face."

My voice gets louder and louder.

I don't feel like waking up to tea and gymnastics listening to this noise.

Gido's voice is also irritating, so let's get this over with.

"What are you fussing about?

I slowly opened the door in my room.

In front of the door there was a stare at Gido and the visitors, and Marta, the accompanying person, was also rushing to hear the noise.

I know you were resting just like me, but the sleeping area is jumping a little.

"Ah, chief."

Gido, who saw me, hastily stretched his spine, so he worked briefly before identifying the visitor.

"These guys persisted in asking me to see the chief... and I was just about to eliminate them."

There are three visitors. Everyone wears a white robe softly from their heads and their faces are invisible but uniformly small.

If I let you through with this look, you're just disqualified from watching.

Gido stands between me and a rare customer, hands lightly on the sword of his hips.

This guy's sword arm is pretty good, so even three opponents would be able to protect me from the first blow if I wasn't alarmed.

Of course, I'm not caught off guard even though I'm round hips, so I don't get hit by a small threesome.

"Master Hardlett is busy. Stand down if you don't get permission in advance."

Marta is a little confused and behind Gido, she lines up next to me to do her accompanying job.

"It's not great that we can't talk about it, but you guys are too suspicious. I need you to at least expose your face and purpose."

Even these days, the assassins have come crawling.

Then the robe threesome looks at each other - I don't know over the robe - and then opens their mouths in turn.

"We are Altaires… we came to the pilgrimage of the Holy Land from Rafen"

"It is stipulated that you must not walk and robe the sanctuary…"

If you look closely, their robes were so dirty that they could no longer be said to be white.

Shoes must have also worn out and walked in from Rafen. Rafen has their church.

It's a long way off, but I told the girl Altair if she wanted to open a church, she'd do whatever she wanted, but she didn't say she could get into command. Exactly. We should kick it back here.

I tried to order Gido to drive me back, but there I notice the three of them staring at one of my points.

"... why are you looking at my groin?

The three of them were staring at my groin from the top of a thin room outfit to eat in.

I can't see my face over the robe, but I can see my shoulders are up and down and pretty excited.

"Let the sanctuary finally be in front of you"

"The holy male root that the underneath has been cleansed..."

Me, Gido and Marta look at each other unexpectedly.

"... did you guys come all the way here to see my stuff?

"" "Yes!

The three voices align. A few seconds of silence.

"Get the robe... no, take it all off"

I saw from my voice that each of the three was an age, a young daughter, and a girl, and I went back to my room with all my shoulders in my arms.

"Show me plenty...... no I'll do more than that"

- Hours later.

"Phew."

I stroke the three of them rolling into bed drinking water.

"It's a scattered treatment in Rafen, but Altair's pretty good, too."

Nor does the girl Altair get as impotent as she once was.

Speaking of activities outside Rafen, I would just say pilgrimage to the Holy Land and wander around there in strange outfits.

There's headquarters inside Rafen in the first place, so if you do something that breaks the law, Myra should be crushing you with this luck.

The activity is also financed solely by donations from believers, and there is nothing like taking it away from the irrelevant, as it once was.

More followers of women, especially in search of salvation, seem to be particularly interested these days, even as I am personally.

Later, it's a pilgrimage in a creepy costume. What? If you don't do the oddity of walking Zorozolo, you'll get less misunderstandings.

Think about it and I'll think of something.

"You're on a pilgrimage, so you're walking around there, aren't you? Then do me a favor."

And the fateful day is finally upon us.

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One day.

"The naval battle will not end until the transfer. We'll be free for a few days anyway."

At breakfast time, Secrito cut it out like it was nothing.

I don't see how everyone gives a proper reply and cares.

Because Secrito originally moved freely, and her role is not particularly in the present, which is a paragraph.

"This too... just in case..."

Celia, who usually seems to bite 'do something unsolicited', also doesn't react busily to removing mushrooms from the soup and throwing them into Iridina's. I guess it combines suspicious mushroom-dried reflection with vengeance on Iridina, but the trick is indescribably cute.

"Ah! Dear Chieftain, what is it?

Return to me with Luna's voice.

She picked up the glass that slipped off my right hand.

"Sorry. Nothing"

I'm the only one in this that's stiffening my body.

I'm sorry.

No, of course not.

I receive a cup from Luna and grab that hand with a bow octopus but slippery.

Today, Secrito goes to see that man.

We'll meet you all the way out of Patena town. It's impossible to drink a drink lightly and say goodbye.

I gently stroke Luna's hand.

"Um...?

That's all men are. Just as a man is attracted to a beautiful woman, so a woman can't help but look at a man.

Besides, if I could be an old acquaintance, I'd loosen my mind.

Wrap Luna's hands in both hands and rub one finger at a time between her fingers.

"Well, that's kind of ticklish..."

The only thing that doesn't offend those beauties before is faggots or impossibilities.

That's about inviting you on the battlefield, so that man should be a beast man aggressively after a woman, not either.

Definitely would try to pull him into bed. With alcohol and alarm, Secrito collapsed...

Let Luna round her hand and make a barrel, sticking her middle finger in and out of it.

"This can't be... Everybody look..."

Of course, me and Secrito are friends who have overlapped their bodies many times and embraced each other's minds and bodies to a considerable depth.

No matter how manly you are, you won't be bedridden by a single shot at booze momentum.

"But there is no way in this world."

Increase the number of fingers to be placed in the cylinder of Luna's hand one at a time, and end up with each fist.

"Wow! That's right."

Luna's hand opens and the cylinder collapses.

What would happen if that man had a gigantic root possession and out-of-the-box sex moves that outweighed me?

Poor Secrito is crazy about pleasure he has never felt and could fall to his heart in just one affair.

A woman can't help but look in front of a man.

Even if they take it away from me, it's my fault for making a woman look bad.

But I am so pitiful that the woman I love is taken away from me, I'm stuck in bed and I cry.

Luna and I are disappointed. We tangle our fingers and grip them hard.

"Ahhh... my stomach... it's lit up... i-"

If they take it away, it's until they take it back.

If Secrito was bedridden with a male root, until he slept back with an even better male root. That's what men are for.

I let go of Luna's hand and say with my hand on the table.

"I remember errands, too. It's confidential."

Unlike when we were in Secrito, everyone turns this way with interest.

Only Luna has a disgruntled face, but why?

"Huh? I didn't think I had anything planned today..."

Celia says as she rolls through the notebook.

Shit. Celia had grasped my plans.

"There's an urgent sentence coming. I have to do this alone."

"What? Which is it?

Celia takes one letter from nostalgia to me after another.

Celia was in charge of my letter.

I stroked Celia's cheek for now and misled, leaving the scene.

Sneak into a deserted private house with your luggage, check around, and then get dressed.

Dressing is a white robe with a hidden face... which means it's the same as the Altair pilgrims.

"You can't just spot this."

I run wrapped in a robe and join the three pilgrims who meet this way.

"So what's your next destination? - Ah!

"We're going after that woman."

I try to grab three women and go after Secrito.

Don't you want Secrito to stand out? Instead of a carriage, he doesn't even seem to use a horse.

I'm still pretty sure it's an all-in-one quote.

The town is known to be within walking distance.

Probably a neighboring town...... you forgot your name. There is a lot of movement of people with Patena in a small town that is a relay point for transactions.

It doesn't stand out when a woman is on foot.

On the other hand, we have tough words and gaze to stand out.

They're creepy.

You can't even show me your face.

Residents around the patina don't have much to do with Altairism, so it's primarily a bizarre gaze at clothing rather than hostility that can be directed at them.

"... hmm"

Sekrito looked back to see if the ambient stigmatization had been conveyed, but he continued walking with his nose.

"Okay, it's not broken"

Mixed and tailed by the Altair followers. That's my operation.

Even if I say I'm going after Secrito, her sensory acumen is superb.

I don't have a lot of undercover or tail talent, and if I hide and sneak up on you, you'll soon fall apart.

"You'll soon find the apple you hid under the bed, but if you put it at your desk with the tomatoes, you won't find it...... was it? That's what Tristan said."

Altair's pilgrims stand out, but that's fine if they don't notice it's me.

Secrito stopped occasionally until he reached the neighboring town and was exploring the signs here with his back turned.

I know you're wary of associating this one with an assassin, but on the contrary, you're saying you haven't noticed I'm here at all.

We'll walk to the next town for a few hours to keep pace with Secrito.

"Ugh... I'm tired"

"God... it's the limit now"

"My crotch hurts... and the marks pierced by the holy sword shine"

On the road, I lent him a shoulder, hugged him and everything, but the three women are completely snapped.

Let them rest in the proper quarters.

Well, here we go.

Secrito stops at the corner of the city and looks around.

"Are you here?"

Then an example man appeared from the liquor store beside him.

I knew it, but the offer was confirmed.

Secrito is faceless, but if you're not interested, you can't walk to this place.

"The prisoners haven't been put in jail, but they should still have been held together..."

I don't know how he got here, but I don't care now.

"My lord, this way. A classified basement."

"Mmm."

The man bows his head to Ceclito respectfully, not listening to the content but leading the way in a polite tone and manner.

As far as respecting a woman's attitude, it doesn't look like he's just a man with a face.

The store I headed to... was a luxury inn. What a man an inn all of a sudden without liquor.

This doesn't even have a moment of respite.

I watch Secrito and the man disappear into the inn before I take off my robe.

If possible, I'll step in before the man and Secrito start the act, show my manhood and take it back on the spot.

"All right!"

It was when I tried to get into the inn in a mood.

"Hey, wait."

A man with a caution stick standing at the entrance to the inn is disappointed to grab his shoulder.

If you're only tall, you're a bigger man than me.

"You were watching me take my robe off. It would be a flavor of a suspicious group. I'm not going to the inn."

Yeah, that's a fancy store. A special caution stick followed.

I don't have time to ask questions.

"Let go. It's not about doing evil. I just need some help with the men and women I just came in."

But the man won't let go.

"No. It's my job not to let anyone through, except the guests."

The man royally stands to block the entrance.

"Then let's rent a room. Anywhere."

I take a few gold coins out of my pocket.

If we don't hurry up, Secrito will be held.

Affordable accommodation and an unkeen caution stick would have put a piece on this, but unfortunately this inn was a luxury store that didn't fit into the country town.

The man slaps my hand and scatters gold coins, then smacks his shoulder and says off.

"We're full today. Disappearing poor brother."

Twenty percent is the man's transverse attitude, and eighty percent is set on fire of anger with the rush that Secrito has extinguished into the room.

The next moment I was smacked, my fist was eating into the jaw of a caution stick and slamming it against the store wall.

I regret hearing the passers-by scream and doing it in my heart looking down at the caution stick that passed out in one blow.

I got short tempered. Is it because the face of the caution stick was hateful?

"Don't move!!

"Keep it up!!

Besides, he was in front of the guard without any luck.

I can see multiple spears being pressed against my back.

"I was watching you! Make a big noise during the day!

"Come! You savages! I'll squeeze you plenty!

Multiple guards pull me off.

It's easy to kick ass, but no more noise in front of the inn will even make Secrito notice.

They might really grab my affection if they followed me around and showed me that the guards were too good and evil to catch me in front of them. Exactly as a man...

"Come on!

I was grudgingly drawn to the inn by the guards.