Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Goldonian position near Trisnia

Allies in the summer sun - Goldonian soldiers sweat and move around.

Small catapults crawl slightly toward Trisnia, and in the rear, large objects are assembled.

"Hold on tight. If you do it right, you're the ones who'll die!

The Commander's fury flies and bricks pile up on the front of the catapult.

The bricks obtained by dismantling the nearby waterways will be sufficient to avoid extraordinary arrows.

"It stinks... I'm gonna hate it"

"Don't complain. It's better than a fire."

A militia who does not seem to be good at discipline paints sludge into the roof of a broken castle hammer without rest, even though he is in bad shape.

Don't let them burn you if they fire you.

Turning his eyes, the enemy - the southern Eugenian army side too - had erected a great crossbow like a hare on the walls of the castle, which could not be described as Trisnian enormous, and built archer positions with bricks and round-tails in the gap.

Suddenly the sound of cutting the air from across the wall sounds, and the iron sphere rising high above the sky falls between the two armies with a heavy sound.

The soldier on his side calms down for a moment but returns to work immediately.

Because I know I'm not really after this with enemy catapult shooting.

Both armies continue to prepare steadily as they look to their enemies in front of them.

Neither wants a halfway battle from a fine little bit.

"That's gonna be funny."

"Ha. We have measures in place"

When I open my mouth, Leopold answers without hesitation.

Tristan slightly reverses his body and stretches, then nods small.

Celia stands between me and Leopold by stretching out to the limit.

When everyone returns to their jobs, some smoke begins to climb from the city of Trisnia.

The attack hasn't started yet, so that's the smoke from the citizens' cooking... it's just noon.

"Even if there's a war between countries, you have to eat and live every day."

It was Maria's mother, Pamela, who murmured so with a complicated face.

She still operated a lodging bird pavilion, also Maria's home, in the northeastern city of Loreil, Trisnia.

Speaking of Maria's mother, there are a few circumstances in which she is here that should have nothing to do with the war.

From now on, the battle will take place in Trisnia, and Loreil is close to the core Trisnia, and depending on the trend of the battle, the firepowder will not necessarily fly.

Neither is it unrelated to the war itself, nor does it necessarily mean that thieves and demons will not pop up for gaps where the defectors have done evil or where security has deteriorated as a result of the war. So I offered Eirich the protection of Loreil's people.

Includes Pamela, of course... rather than that's the main purpose.

Leaving valuable troops in Loreil before the showdown is foolish, but I only broke it a little from the prostitutes Myra brought in and the mildly but wounded soldiers.

"If the worst stores burn, you can be depressed, but if anything happens to you, face Maria."

A commotion in Arkland was a good lesson.

"Everyone thinks that's a thank you. Yaju...... gehun! Rumor alone that an invincible hardlet is watching makes a thief run away. But... aren't you blatantly discriminating against my family alone? It's awkward..."

Pamela had been single for a long time since she separated from Maria's father, but she had remarried to a middle-aged man in the neighborhood.

The other guy is a mediocre belly middle-aged man, except he looks slightly sketchy.

I don't think Pamela, a beautiful mature woman who rustled into a mediocre middle-aged woman, has a good mouth if we're good with each other.

"You are the mother of my beloved woman. It's decided."

There is no way that we can treat all equally.

"There are limitations... only our shop is protected by dozens of soldiers..."

In case there is one, don't protect it that can break through to the extent of thieves.

By the way, the rest of the city is about a few people standing on every street.

"Only our shop is unnaturally full."

The lodging and dining area of the Loreil garrison is strictly ordered to be a small bird pavilion.

After the bird pavilion is full, there will be others scattered.

"And a soldier would do everything from cleaning ditches to repairing walls. What is it?

I don't know that far.

But my little bird pavilion is blatant with no intention of hiding it.

Or maybe the garrison commander ran to get in the mood.

"I'll promote you after the war."

"It's amazing in a way not to hide it and say it away. It would be half wrongful."

By the way, I'm gonna cut to the chase.

"That's all I have to do to protect Loreil, but if you come here, I'm in trouble."

Pamela followed me to my unit for some reason.

It's not where you get involved if the battle starts.

"I don't have the personality to just thank my daughter for all that. If you ask me, there's still going to be a little respite by the time we fight."

Pamela says and then politely bows her head to thank me.

I dare not hesitate to accept that you are welcome.

Well, we're done here before the building.

I say all the way to Pamela, shoulder to shoulder.

"Who's my husband?

"Of course you're doing great. Wasn't that the guy who used to shop in the neighborhood? We talked about this a lot."

"How about as a man?

"You're not a man when you give up a hundred steps. My head's thin, my belly's out, and my body smells. But I'm also your aunt. I'm attracted to middle-aged people in their beds. He's pretty sketchy."

This is the real deal.

"But if my husband is fifty, however sketchy, there will be a limit to the number of times. Ten a night...... no. Isn't five tough too?

"Five times, my husband's dead! Basically once, if I feel like riding twice, the next day will be just... why is the topic going by Simo!

Furthermore, I approach Pamela.

"If you're thankful, you could have done it with Loreil. Why have you been following that all the way to Heavy Squad?

"It's..."

Take her hand before Pamela opens her mouth and slowly stroke it up from her slightly rough fingers to her elbows and arms at the water job.

"You came looking for me?

"What are you talking about? I'm married and your daughter-in-law's mother... in fifty..."

Pamela denies it, but she blushes without looking at me.

One more push.

I gently do my hand on Pamela's hips and pull her closer, squeaking bossly in her ear.

"Fifteen times."

"Hih!"

Whether you reacted to the content or because you breathed in your ears, Pamela screams cutely like a ten little girl who didn't break her rusty attitude.

"I hold you fifteen times in a row."

Pamela's body gradually starts to tremble as she peeks into her eyes and says:

It's not like fear. It's a tremor rising from your lower body.

Come to me.

I put my strength into Pamela's hip-holding hand to snuggle harder and dare to push my groin against her thighs.

Make the young male feel good.

"You and your husband are good old, aren't you? As much as we can spare each other a little."

"Sure, he was dictating to a 20-year-old dancer in a liquor store too..."

Good shake. I go in here to make up my mind.

I deliberately hold Pamela's shoulder only slightly abusive.

"I want you. I want to eat you up."

……

Pamela freaked out for a moment at the sudden ramblings, but eventually put her head on my shoulder like she'd given up.

I turn around and carefully take her arm and gently support her hips to lead her to the tent for me.

"Hisohisso...... mature woman fell"

"Hisso... not even a vicious woman to Lord Hardlett... hisso"

"You have a very wide defensive range... hisohisso... totally auntie..."

I remember the old days, holding Pamela's shoulder, whose face turns bright red on the soldiers' stories.

You went from Loreil to Trisnia then, too. Things are completely different now.

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A little after the reunification of the northern central plains of Gordonia,

in Trisnia

"Mr. Pamela. You were so beautiful!

Mitty says as she skips backwards.

"Yeah. No matter how old the woman is, she needs to be beautiful... without worrying about her age"

Mel laughs fun with Nico too.

It's me and Maria, Mitty, who are taking them on a little trip and a little sprinkling. And Mel.

There are only a few reasons why Fumiko is so special inside.

"Wow, it's complicated as far as I'm concerned. Sure, I'm happy about my mother's happiness... but my new father this year... and the grocery store manager knows me very well. Now that I think about it, I've been telling my mother since I was a kid. I've been asked out on a date before."

Says Maria with a really complicated look.

We were at Maria's mother Pamela's wedding in the town of Loreil.

Pamela is a chick who cuts up Loreil's thriving little bird pavilion into women, but she's not that ordinary. The wedding was never tough, either, and it was like a festival where the friendly gathered for a cute noise.

The atmosphere broke down when I dragged a crowd of people into it with a category title on top of it.

So my daughter Maria naturally narrowed it down to Mitty and Mel, who are usually with her from other times.

Nonna seems to have tried to come about secretly, but she refuses to hear that the ceramics of the famous artist in Rafen will be put up for competition. Carla became an eyewitness to prevent Nonna from buying at an extrajudicial price.

Myra also seemed to want to come, but just before she heard about the outlaws selling drugs she didn't know what to do in Rafen, and led the security forces to go.

Kuw, the Luw sisters said they weren't feeling well last minute.

Perhaps Mel made it possible for us to travel carelessly to ourselves.

Celia is bored in bed with real abdominal pain after buying and eating everywhere.

So the wedding was over, and Pamela went on a honeymoon with her middle-aged husband to a nearby summer resort, and the four of us decided to hang out in the city of Trisnia, close to Loreil, because of what happened.

"I'm new to Trisnia. I've never even seen a big boat... oh, the boat's leaving!

Mitty, who was an orphan, has not had the opportunity to travel, and a large freighter that is not a port or fishing boat that is not in Goldonia seems fresh and heavily shuddered.

"Here, not really. Shaggy. - Oh, look!

Mitty falls over obsessed with the ship and neglects her feet.

I whisper that Maria is restless while paying for the sand on her clothes.

"Ugh, there's only one thing that's young. Don't get mad at Maria for this, either."

Push the pear Mel had bought on the two cheeks at some point.

It would have been chilled in cold well water. That was enough to make both of us scream and interrupt the novel.

I laugh calmly watching the three of them.

Noisy, soothing, nice vibe.

With Mitty, Maria and Mel apart in age, I guess I can deal with them sweetly or sparingly.

I also enjoy watching relationships like Kara and Nonna, Celia and Myra, but now I feel beautiful about this relaxed relationship.

"Aren't you a little hungry? Ahhh... I'm so hungry."

"It's lunch now. It's a hassle to go back to the inn now... why don't you eat around in the street?"

"Ugh, sometimes sloppiness is fascinating"

Of course I have no objection, and I will tour the stalls as the ladies wish.

Enjoy from the classic grilled skewers and corn, amazed at the ugly but very tasty whole fish grill, screaming at the simmering of worms that look terrible and taste terrible... the meal continues to be fun.

"Yes, come on. Take a look! It's a rare grain handed down from the Garland Empire far away! Besides, the shell has been taken so tightly, it's not that easy to get. Yo! Come on, I bought it. I bought it!

A peek at the product that the outdoor shopkeeper would raise his voice and recommend stuffed a pot full of grains that he had never even seen.

It also looked like superb barley at first sight, but it is whiter and slightly clearer.

"This is the grain of comedy being harvested in the wetlands of the southern part of the empire! I haven't made it in the Central Plains at all, so if I miss this opportunity, I won't get another chance to say it. Magic cereal for both meat and fish, but also soft texture and sweetness if cooked..."

You think we ate it. The dewstore keeps talking about it.

But Mitty and Maria are laughing bitterly.

The reason is simple...... the price. more than ten times the finest wheat.

They usually keep the kitchen. Reason would refuse to buy this pricey meal.

"All right. Let's get it all."

That's why I squeak out.

At least there is no need to save money or anything during the trip. I want you to eat what you want.

The comedy I bought and the others soon appeared to be cooked by a chef from an outdoor shop.

"Ko, this is..."

The dish served to her was added butter to the earlier comedy and cooked with shrimp and cream and cheese.

After a bite, Mel's eyes widened wide and he included the next bite in his mouth as he hurried.

moves his hand all the time when he is hot but can't stop his hand.

"Oh, delicious..."

The dishes served to Maria are generally flavoured with tomato sauce and are sprinkled with plenty of meat and seafood.

It would be quite tasty to see Maria, who looks slightly closer to soup than Mel's dishes but has considerable culinary arm herself, emit nothing after the first word.

……

When I look into Mitty's eyes, she really doesn't say a word and keeps eating silently.

The dish served, like Maria's, was condensed with tomato sauce in rice, eggged from the top and solidified.

The sight of the three women eating in silence is slightly different.

"Come on, I got my husband's share!

Looks like my share's here too.

As far as the reaction of the three of us is concerned, we can expect quite a bit of flavor -.

"Hey."

The food served before me is a comedy.

I don't even know how to cook. Whatever you do, keep it that way.

A bright white glow and a comeback of hot air is served all over the vessel.

There is no decoration or ingenuity there.

The point is, I cooked it and let it come out.

"You're ready."

If I ordered a wheat dish and boiled the flour as it was and served, I would flip the table.

Well, this comedy is supposed to be pretty fancy.

"No, this is it for my husband!

The cook put a large quantity of finely chopped meat filled with just baked oil on top of a bowl.

Was the meat cooked at once?

But it's still subtle to call it cooking.

If I were Nonna, I'd shake my chest, brumble, and head to the kitchen to scold the cook.

But I'm not a nonna, so I honestly carry too much rambling rice into my mouth.

……

And he silently emptied the vessel without saying a word.

Tastes better than I imagined.

Comeback... it was a hot place to boil even if you just went by boat in the southern part of the empire.

It's not likely to be available in the central plains because the climate is completely different. It's a shame.