Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Please wait here"

"Well, it's the harbor town. I expected even windy water sounds from outside the window, but with the basement on the square wall."

It was in the basement of the inn that Secrito entered with the man.

There are no keyholes in the heavy metal doors. Once closed, it becomes a complete chamber.

"I'm sorry. But just in case, I was wondering if it would be bad on the ground floor where the others would come in and out."

In front of a man who excuses himself in discipline, Secrito sits deeply in his chair and says, waving in a dazed manner.

"Don't answer foolishly for real. You don't change your fucking serious personality - Rehab Crease."

The man called by name - Rehaklice bows his head small.

"His Excellency Secrito is no different. Please understand the seriousness of your passion."

"It's the mouthless one. I'm more concerned about the wrapping in the corner than that?

Rehaklice bows her head respectfully, arranging bottles and glasses on the table.

"It's your favorite Korha brandy. Please, this will kill your time."

Ceclito sniffs and teases his mouth with a sniff of the poured liquor, laughing with his nose that it is a good thing to prepare.

"It's been a long time since I let you pour alcohol. Was it just before the war?

Secrito slips the table by pouring his own liquor into an empty glass.

"Unfortunately, I was dismissed from your staff during the pre-war restructuring. I will take..."

"The Squadron Command was a chunk of fool. I thought it would be a little better if I mixed you up. But you should be thankful. If you'd been on the Leviathan with me, you'd be falling apart by now and at the bottom of the river."

Rehaklice smiles bitterly and pours liquor into the glass, sliding the table back.

"Now, when I heard about the Leviathan bombing, I was convinced of the defeat of the war."

"Damn, I would've worn it out months before I sank."

Secrito reaches out his left prosthetic hand to the slipping glass, misses reception and reaches out his right hand.

"... that arm during the sinking?

"Shut up. You're doing well, aren't you?

Secrito grabs the glass with his left hand prosthesis.

"It's a more sophisticated prosthetic hand than I've ever seen. I'm surprised to see so many technicians on the central plains of the border."

Rehaklice praises her prosthetic hand with an indescribable look.

Ceclito also knows that the man is hard to answer, or he enjoys the subtle atmosphere before switching the glass to his right hand.

"So, where are you now?"

"He's making me do my staff."

The door opened slightly rampantly and the giant man appeared snuggly.

That was, at first glance, Zaphnes dressed in plain clothes that looked like wealthy merchants.

As soon as possible, Rehaklice becomes upright immovable, turning his grin from Secrito's face into a seemingly boring face.

"Long time no see, Secrito."

"Mmm. Right."

Zaphnes squeezes his jaw and makes him clear his booze and glass.

I never notice Secrito's little tongue pounding.

"It's something that's become quite unfortunate. Without one arm, walking properly would be lacking."

"Do I look that way?"

Are you unwilling to argue? Secrito replies appropriately.

"I also made him look into your recent situation. It's been kept in Gordonia and pulled around the battlefield, isn't it?"

"... oh"

Zaphnes doesn't notice when the frustration with the woman's words has begun to cage.

"Besides, the owner is a borderline lord... and I don't even hear good rumors. It is too deep a valley to fall from the Imperial General. It'll be worse than a lord falling begging."

"... n"

Secrito returns short with a voice that does not cage any emotions.

So Zaphnes laughs niggardly and slaps himself on his knees with momentum.

"I'm still in a better position for that. The Supreme Commander of the Southern Eugrian Empire is now taking control of the Central Plains!

Zaphnes stretches his chest so much that the sound is likely to ring.

You feel better. Demand alcohol from Rehab Crease.

"This is not it. Give me some more fine wine."

Refusing Brandy, Zaphnes also recommends to Secrito as he mouths the newly plugged wine, but she has no hands at all.

"The supreme commander's position is second only to that of emperor... no, or you could say he has real power over the emperor. At my behest, all the armies of southern Euglia..."

Secrito interrupts Zaphnes, who raps while drinking.

"Well, South Euglia is in a lot of trouble."

In a nutshell, Zaphnes' hot valve froze the air in the parking lot.

Secrito stays between to taste the cooler atmosphere for a few degrees before continuing.

"I know you wanted to do a massive siege you were good at, but the front is staring at each other, the offense from the east is collapsed, the destruction of the navy makes the west a complete parade. There is also a heavy drain on the troops, and they are feathers that screw up the gathering again without punishment. You're lucky you don't have to worry about freezing to death in the Central Plains?

Zaphnes tapped the table staring at Secrito, but once he took a deep breath, he sat back down.

"Stagnation doesn't change what we're pushing big. The front is already right in front of the Goldonian capital, isn't it? Defeat in the East does hurt, but strategically it's insurance. If not, I'll manage without it. The Western Legion also looks at the plane and pulls it back... you must have helped destroy the Navy in the first place!

Zaphnes roughs up his narrative step by step as he says quietly at first.

Whether you were satisfied with that attitude or not, Secrito gets in a good mood.

"Damn, I'm a pathetic breeder now. If the owner commands you, you'll have to obey One."

Secrito stood up from his seat and grabbed the brandy bottle, which had been torn in the corner, and immediately put his mouth on it.

Rehab Kreath holds his head.

Zaphnes stepped on his feet several times with a frustrated face, but took another deep breath and quietly joined hands on the table.

"... let's stop talking nonsense and get down to business. When are you coming over here?

The air sticks out again.

Zaphnes stared straight at Secrito, and she also quietly put a bottle of booze on the table again.

"What are you talking about?

"I told you. I am almost at my best in Southern Euglia. The Empress will do as I wish."

Zaphnes perhaps exaggerates and approaches, but Secrito flinches.

"So what?

So Zaphnes rides himself out big and holds Secrito's right hand.

She flashes her face for a moment, but doesn't shake it off if it's a pain in the ass.

"I know you have no place to go flowing from the Empire. Not to mention a decent position with one arm. Is that where they stick it in and use it scattered?

"If you think so, maybe so."

Zaphnes grips his hand even harder.

"To southern Euglia... if you come to me, you don't have to worry anymore. I know your talent better than anyone. I'll make you my direct staff officer or deputy. You don't have to play country lord's dog anymore."

"That's gratifying. So, what do you want me to do in return?

Zaphnes strokes Sekrito's hand with his emotionless voice.

"Work as my men by day... and be mistresses by night"

Secrito sighs small, but Zaphnes goes on.

"Of course I'm gonna save you, so you're gonna treat me like a husband. I will seek obedience and service, and for you I will seek humiliating acts. Your body is my thing from corner to corner."

Saying it with a tough face before Zaphnes loosens his expression.

"But it's me and you. When the war is over, I'll give birth to you as a mistress."

"... I see"

Secrito shows a slight way of thinking.

Zaphnes embarks on more with his eyes shining.

I could hear him breathing so little.

"Let's not"

Zaphnes' giant swayed and his expression showed genuine agitation.

"Why!? What kind of life is guaranteed? I can't believe I'm a virgin, and rumors have come out of the Empire using that brown flesh with my grandfather."

Before I finish, Secrito laughs with both legs on the table with Dokan.

The liquor bottle flips over and falls to the floor. The attitude was that there was no need for the earliest courtesy.

Even more brown beauty gives me a bad grin.

"You know my owner, Hardlett?

"I know! In my army you would be a savage border lord known as the devil. Good rumors are dust-free!

Ceclito continued, nodding satisfactorily.

"After Leviathan's sinking, I was captured by him. Then they keep doing it day and night for months. His body, his mind, he submitted to him... and he was brought back to Gordonia."

"What..."

Zaphnes rounds his eyes. Words cannot hide trembling agitation.

"His roots are over a meter long. For the first time, my hole was ripped out by a bump. Then every day at least ten shots were committed, and they drank without semen and excrement."

Secrito licks his lips with a bellow tongue out.

Zaphnes is nothing more than speechless and grumpy.

"You used to be chained with a collar and taken around the city, given one leg and made to piss. If you can't stand too much insult and get away..."

This one shows off his prosthetic hand.

"Heh, you perverted demon... how dare you... how dare you..."

Secrito laughs small and takes his seat.

"I was subdued to violence and shame and ruled by him to the bottom of my heart. I can't think of a man other than him."

"Ma, wait! I've always liked you."

Secrito grins sadly as he puts his hand on the door.

"Your favorite secrito is already dead. Now I would gladly kill you if that man ordered me to.... Goodbye, Zaphnes."

Set aside Zaphnes standing up. Secrito leaves the basement and climbs the stairs.

The pathetic expression distorted as he approached the ground one step, one step, and his mouth rose and turned into a bad grin.

I hear dull noises and groans from the basement.

It's the room where the sound shouldn't leak, so I guess he's shouting excessively loud, throwing tables, screaming like a beast.

"Kufu... Kuku... a little too much? But now Zaphnes will come with all his might without compromise. There's no strategic judgment, no offense... it's going to be a fun fight."

Secrito gently stroked his prosthetic hand with a tranced expression.

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A tavern in a few hours.

I was even stirring up booze in my disappointment.

"... what am I doing"

When the guards captured me, I couldn't resist on the spot for fear of making a scene.

I was jailed for a long time, and the guard pulled a rusty iron lattice into a gap, and escaped, but it had been hours since Secrito and his man disappeared into the inn.

He said that every room was empty when asked about the circumstances by letting the small-time boy hold the money because he just couldn't get in directly.

"I mean, it's done... and I don't even know where the two of you went"

The few hours I've had are enough time for a man's seed to get stuffed in the Ceclito's womb.

And once the seed is poured, the woman will loosen to collapse.

"Are you still doing this by changing your inn...... or are you enjoying the thrill in the open"

Jealousy boils, but you can't even take it back because it's missing.

Poor bedridden man can only instigate alcohol by believing in the return of a woman.

I drink my strongest liquor without ever dividing it with water.

A hand was placed on my shoulder as I was tasting the irritation of burning my stomach.

Has the guard come after me? I'm gonna throw you away because there's no reason to make a big deal out of it anymore.

"Pull over a little."

But it wasn't the guards who showed up.

Almost 2m giant, wearing fine plain clothes like a merchant, but smells like blood all the time.

I'm not in the mood to pursue it right now.

The giant man takes his seat so forcefully as to push me away.

I just tried to cause you to complain...

"Serve the strongest liquor. Get it out with a jock, not such a dicky glass."

The giant man is stirring up a jock that has been poured into his nose with liquor that can be cooked all at once.

"Yeah shit!!

The giant knocks on the counter when he empties the jock in seconds.

It's not a cheerful way to drink alcohol to see it.

"That's rough. What's up?"

I'm not complaining, I'm asking about the situation.

"... a fucking woman who's supposed to be in love with me lost her blood. I'm gonna give you a wonderful life, and you're gonna have to stay away from a crude, savage man!

The giant man replaces the booze. I'll also ask for extra booze.

I see, is it a similar situation to mine right now?

"I'm something similar. You put your lover to bed in front of a man... but it's bad luck to curse a woman."

The giant man rarely looks at me.

I also feel black signs like Leopold in the smell of blood.

I still don't look like a merchant...... well I don't care.

"Well, I don't want to be pitied by a pathetic sleeping man."

"I can't deny it, but I'm sure you can talk about people, too."

He peels out his canine teeth and stares at him, and he gets hit with a strong killing temper, but to that extent, he can't possibly threaten me.

"... you have a liver. I like it, drink it."

A giant man puts the finest liquor in the store before me.

"It's not literal. Drink with your own money."

There is no reason for a man to be luxurious.

"Don't be shy. I'm in quite a position to look like this. I don't have a problem buying this amount of alcohol or any other barrel."

"Well... actually, so am I. You're a nobleman with a vast territory, aren't you?

We stare at each other a lot and erupt.

"How many nobles, ministers and commanders came to the store today? Let's just say you're in a good mood."

The master also re-pours the liquor with a small laugh.

We scratch each other's circumstances and talk.

The giant laughs when he listens to me.

Especially when he hit the caution stick and the guard caught him spraying booze and rolling him over.

Well, I tried to laugh at you for talking about giants in return, but I didn't.

"Mine is not such a joke. My woman... fell in love with me and eventually it was the bad guys who were going to be with me."

"Well, if I can talk to you, I've been kidnapped."

Then the man overflows me with a genuine killing spirit.

"The bad guy put a collar on my woman and took her around, fed her shit, and tried to escape and cut off a thousand arms. So the woman's heart broke... as he thought it would be."

I'll crush the jock at hand before the giant man finishes.

I feel nauseous just imagining it.

"Do such scumbags exist"

"Oh, he's from the Gordonian army. I'm not free to move either because of this situation... but I'm gonna find it and tear it apart."

I didn't know there was such a scumbag within the Gordonian army... in normal times, even if we split the grass roots, we'd find it, beat it to death, and save the woman, but it's impossible to search within the army in time of war.

"Naturally. I don't deserve to live with such scum. But no matter how broken it is, don't yell at a woman."

"Even a woman who obeys a cuss?

I snort, of course.

"Sweet guy. Sooner or later, you will destroy yourself with a woman."

"When it does, it's what we want."

It's impossible, but if Nonna or Celia scratches my sleeping neck, that's fine too.

Wouldn't it be a good last time to be killed by a woman many times better than by a great student?

"I can't be that stupid. But I don't hate idiots like you...... it's time for the sun to fall too. I have to go home."

The giant man empties his jock and tries to leave the store.

"What's your name?

I ask the man's name that this is on the brink too.

"... but let's name it Zaphnes. What about you?"

Well, like I've heard. I'm drunk and I can't remember.

"I'm Agil."

The giant laughs with his nose that it is a conceited name.

And he threw a fee for two at the counter and left the store.

"Oh, come on, I don't want to get laid and be luxurious with my people."

Complain but there are no more men. It looks like we're going to have to be pitifully luxurious here.

"Should I go home too... no"

My legs flutter slightly if I drank too much in good shape.

Not that I can't walk, but it's war time. Given the danger of assassination, you shouldn't be drunk and walking alone on the night lane.

"Let's get the right accommodation"

I go out into the street and go into the inn I see.

Rank will be above inside. It doesn't have to be luxurious at all because it just reminds me of drunkenness, but it's not a junior store because I don't feel good about being eaten by fleas and leaflets.

Roll into the inn, which is not particularly crowded, and lie on the bed without washing your body.

Close your eyes and the sight of Secrito waving his hips gasping over the man floats.

'More... more! Poke harder!

'Like this? Like this?'

"Ahhh! It's bigger than him! My crotch's gonna rip!

"I'm staying up late. Stay here for now, my lord."

"I was kind enough to go to the inn, but if you refused Zaphnes' invitation, there's no point in doing all you can to me."

The voice of Secrito in my head sounds as if it were real.

"How about this? It would hit a good spot, wouldn't it?

'Ugh! From behind that...... spread inside me!

Please forgive me for what I have done to His Excellency Mr. Secrito.

"- I see. There you are... my guard down."

An imaginary Secrito rolls off the bed and crawls through the floor.

The man catches that ass, and 1m screws a certain giant root into his ass.

Following a tremendous scream, her butthole spreads to the shape of a man.

'Hehe, now your hole and ass are mine. Your mouth is next. "

"And be ruled! The whole body is in your shape... that man disappears... '

Ceclito and the man in the imagination rolled around the room intertwined, screaming and sounding things......

"My lord, be ready!

"Shit!"

No, this sound is not imaginary.

Something is really rambling upstairs.

"Ugh!

The sound of something being struck on the floor and the screaming of a woman. The familiar voice is definitely Secrito.

"What luck!

I blow drunk and jump.

Secrito meets upstairs in this inn.

The only way to punch in and get it back is now.

Run up the stairs like a whirlwind and open the door to the upstairs room.

Looks like it was locked, but I'll screw every knob.

In the room, as you can imagine, Secrito leaned back on the bed and a man was stretched over it.

They roared and milked each other so hard that there was nothing more, their clothes disturbed as if they had killed each other, and their faces were reddish and upbeat.

"Nooo! Bedtime!

I scream unexpectedly, and the two of you realize I exist and speak out.

"Huh, looks like we still had our luck"

"Why are you here?"

I stood still for a moment and then I understood exactly what was going on.

If the two were just intensely intertwined with each other with excitement, and if Secrito told me not to interrupt, I'd have to be in the corner of the room pitifully.

But Secrito is clearly refusing by sticking his right hand out, and his left prosthetic hand is rolling on the floor with a knife grabbed. Obviously I don't think it's consensual.

"Hey, help me"

Secrito says it small.

At the same time as the words I jumped.

"What a rapist to do to my woman!

"Yes, put it together on this occasion..."

What a dagger was held in the man's hand.

I was so passionate about what kind of play you were going to play in Secrito that I grabbed the pillow that fell on the floor and hit the blade.

"Whew!"

A buckwheat shell pillow, but enough to prevent a dagger if you think of it with my help.

The cloth is further torn, and the splashed contents are punched in the face of the man, obstructing his vision.

"I'll have Ceclito returned."

I shake my fist, not my empty dovetail... but my fist on my cheek.

The man jumped, clashed against the wall as he flipped the small table, cracked the board and stuck his head in the next room.

I didn't kill him exactly, but now his bragging face is no longer swollen and visible.

Secrito's disillusioned, too, and he should come back to me.

"Here comes the next one."

Secrito wears a prosthetic arm with messy clothes.

What's next?

Guests come in from the next room before inquiring.

I thought they were going to complain because this was all the noise, but they all stuffed the distance silently and pulled a slurry and sword out of their hips.

"If I refused, I wouldn't have given it back alive."

Secrito shrugged, and I thought about the meaning of the situation.

"I see. Is that what you mean?"

I shelter Secrito on my back.

"You were going to call your man to bait and gang-rape him with your buddies, weren't you? Outside roads."

"Huh?"

I hear a distracted voice coming from the back, but not now.

This is not just cheating. Secrito was deceived.

"Then I won't forgive you. I'll send you to hell."

Five opponents, raw hate. I don't have any weapons on hand, but I can't pull them off here.

Fortunately, the inn room is small, two at best to be set up.

"No!"

The first one jumps in.

When you cross your hands and show them the standing to protect your head, the man starts poking and shooting at you, aiming at your empty heart.

Did the opponent alarm his bare hands? The movement is monotonous.

Poking is powerful but easy on the other hand.

I quickly twist my body just before the blade reaches my body and the sword slips through the surface of my clothes.

"Shit!

It's definitely lethal if you step on it.

"One first"

I grab and lift the arm and belt of a man filled with gaps, the hardest place in this room...... beating him out of his brain on a fireplace brick. The noise rang and the contents of my head splattered.

"What not yet!

The second person jumps at me.

He is somewhat wiser than the first man and sits on his back with his sword up the stairs.

It is certainly difficult to handle the momentum cut down with bare hands.

But his failure was that he hadn't seen the left hand I turned on his back.

"Sora, it's delicious."

I twist my body and throw an apple in my left hand with all my strength.

"Damn!?

Zudon and flashy noises rang and hit his face. The apples smash and splash around.

I picked the hardest looking blue one so the power would be pretty good too.

I tried to stab him, but it didn't seem necessary.

The man's nose falls into his face, bleeding out of his ears and mouth and falling in.

"There's only two of us!!

"Whoa!"

The next thing you know, you and I are gonna call each other together.

I dodge the slaughter as I step back and lay my hands on the bed.

The enemy laughs when they corner him, but a few moments later, his smile freezes.

Because I lifted the whole bed.

"That's right!

The bed in this inn is quite elegant and will have more than a hundred kg feel to it.

Open your mouth with Pocan and throw the bed at the two people in line.

The two tried to dump their swords and take them, but they were unsuitable, collectively sandwiched between them and the wall, raising their stepped frog-like voices and stopping moving.

"Ho, give me a report."

The last one rushes out of the room.

I dare not walk out the door and chase, but look at the wall facing the hallway.

"Hmm!"

"Yikes!?

Stick your hands out with the voice of temper and break through the wooden wall.

My hands caught exactly the man who ran away and snapped my neck just like that.

"Phew... you're cleaned up"

Seeing it, Secrito is saying something to a man who is breaking into the next room and losing his mind.

"You relaxed me, too. I was caught off guard with a former subordinate. Well, Daita, it's your discretion, isn't it? I'm serious about you. I'm sure you thought Zaphnes would have a face."

Secrito shakes the knife up towards the man.

But before that, my lips attacked her.

"Grr! What do you do!

I ignore the resistance and keep kissing and squirming all over my body.

You have to appeal to my man here to regain the feelings of Secrito.

"I'm not saying anything because it's my lack of charm that you ran in front of a man! But I'm better than such a weak man. That's how weak it is, so I'm sure not a single thing was small, right? My proud face is already bumpy. I'm more of a man when this happens."

"What are you talking about to the end?

When Secrito showed his frightened face, he heard the sound of running up the stairs of the inn.

The sound of iron military shoes would definitely be guards.

It's not good for you as a deserter.

"Let's get out of here."

I hold Secrito and jump out the window.

"I'm going home to the patina like this. If I leave the city before that, I'll let you hold me once in the grass. I'm gonna put you back in my shape."

"I'm not putting anything in it, but if you want to do it, do what you want"

Secrito says Bosoli to the man who falls in while I hold him up.

"If you leave, the Empire... my half life"

I dare say I didn't hear anything.