Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Embrace the woman's ass backwards and hit her hips hard.

"Hiya! Hiya!"

The woman moves forward in an attempt to escape, but she pulls in without forgiveness and swings her hips even further.

My enlarged male root makes a noise and enters and exits the woman's hole.

"Huh, too thick! I'm gonna rip your cock off! Slow down a little bit! Please!

Usually it's where love comes from and makes me gentle, but I'm a beast now that I was put on Wilhelmina's beautiful chest.

"No. Make it harder. I'm gonna put my teeth on your shoulders."

Hearing a woman's desperate plea, she inflates her male roots in reverse, and tastes a spy woman's hole all over her body as she pulls her hands back.

At the very least, there is oil applied with pity, so much so that you can hear the crisp and the meat rubbing against each other.

I bite lightly on a woman's shoulder and growl with my rough breath against her neck.

Her hips are moving more intensely, and she's shaking her whole body rather than waving her hips anymore.

"Hmm!"

The woman squeaks sharply and flies consciousness as she thrusts up the deepest with the hanging voice.

But I'm not willing to end this.

Instead of opening her hands, she grabs her breasts with her right hand and rubs them barbarically.

"Ugh! Boobs......"

The woman gets stuffy with her big breasts.

And when they pick up erect buds to the limit at its center, they scream again.

"It's not like this yet."

I stick two fingers out of my left hand, rethink it, turn it into three and insert it into a woman's butthole.

"Butt no, no, no!! Ahhh!!

Of course I won't stop caressing my chest too strongly and pretending to lower back.

The woman's scream gradually became a meaningless scream, which eventually also became only a faint and rough breath, ending up gasping with a massive amount of covetousness dripping from her mouth.

"Kaha."

The timing slipped and the male root completely fell out.

But the hands and feet of a powerless woman cannot support her own weight, and she stumbles upon the bed.

I rode from behind on a woman sleeping in a depression, fingering open my butt meat forcefully and sticking my male root in, weighing in as it was and riding it completely.

This position tightens exceptionally hard because the woman's legs won't open.

Then I'm forced to go into the back because I weigh in.

We're no exception, the woman's crotch tightens intensely, but my own weight makes the meat stick cheat in.

The pressure doesn't stop when it reaches the deepest part because it's long enough, and I still push it up all the time when I pop it into my womb.

"No more... I'm going to be stupid..."

It was when the woman rang fine.

"Mm, that's fast."

Limits come to me too.

Though I thought I could still do it, I have a lot of premature ejaculation, and I don't think I can stand it because of its intense supremacy.

I decided to hold my hips in the back and fire into the woman without patience.

After the male roots swell greatly just before firing and spasms for a few seconds, momentum begins firing the seeds.

A woman who was calm opened her eyes and twisted her body.

"What!? Hey, he's out there! No contraception!!

I suppress fine resistance, weigh in and stretch out on a woman.

"I told you to hold me responsible for the spy, didn't I? Give up and accept."

Seeds lift up the urethra with dokundokun and petty vibrations, and seeds are constantly poured into the woman.

"Ooh... that feels good"

Tons of seeds erupt nicely at each pulse.

It's in the back so it won't overflow, but I have no doubt that it has enough rich juice to be yellow.

"Hey... Awesome amount... I'm pregnant... I'm having a baby... I'm unplugged"

The woman hated it with her mouth, but her uterus had descended because it had peaked many times with earlier attacks, and she was happily inhaling the ejaculating sperm. Pregnancy would be inevitable.

Sweaty, boring warm woman's skin increases the excitement that comes from her desire for asylum, while resistance in a fine voice increases the excitement of an abusive beast. And the movement of the hole squeezing the male roots simply increases the rubbing excitement of the meat.

The momentum of the species that pops up even minutes after firing does not diminish at all.

Did the woman give up or close her eyes and slam her into the bed, and I bury my face on its back and close my eyes.

So what came to mind was Wilhelmina's ceramic breasts peeking from torn clothes -.

"Ahhh!!!

A woman screams again.

My roots grew harder all at once, spraying the seeds with water cannon-like momentum.

The moment I remember Wilhelmina's breasts, my whole body runs like cramps.

Unlike petty ejaculation like before, it's a fierce ejaculation that drags seeds out of your testicles.

Paranoid of other women while holding a woman. Extremely rude but helpless with ejaculation.

Think of it as an unnamed manipulation until the end.

After ejaculation, which lasted for about thirty minutes, he pulls through the male roots and gently leans back on the woman.

"Dying... I'm already dying... my stomach is torn and I'm dying... ahhh"

At the same time, my seeds erupt in momentum from the hole.

It's a dark, yellow seed, as expected.

The belly of the woman strained on the bread slowly returns to normal.

I whisper to the woman as she gently strokes her belly. Gently to the limit, in the tone of a bedtime story after an affair.

"Come on. I'll tell you everything. You resist badly, Leopold will torture you."

"Wow, I'm on the bottom end too, so nothing!

I keep stroking my stomach without changing my tone.

"Think about it. Such a thick seed filled the foetus. You will conceive my child."

"Ugh, there's no way I'm not getting pregnant with so many people out there... and it's a dangerous day"

Kiss the woman in the back, shoulders and neck and take her lips at the end.

"Then you'll be my mistress at this time. Come on, don't stay. Tell us everything."

The spy woman seemed lost for a while, but she told her everything with the notion that she would continue to flaunt her buttocks.

"Hmm."

Then he leaves another woman in bed who fainted after another fight and gets on the table.

I'm writing down my confession with lipstick on the woman's ass, so I won't be bothered by Leoporto.

"Whoa, Admiral."

Pair the bowl with Yarkov, who came out at the same time.

"What were you doing?

"No, I need to interrogate the prisoner for a moment..."

Peek into where he came out.

"Hardly... my virgin will let a man like that bandit get away with it as promised! Because if you lie to me, I'll bite your tongue and die!

So why don't you spill your eyes?

Seems like a prisoner of a woman caught in a Trisnian offensive, but not one soldier from clothes scattered under her bed.

He will be tortured by a name that says he should have been taken to Wang capital to investigate.

"Shit. Damn you."

That sounds pathetic, so I guess I'll tell you to let him get away with it.

I'm not a soldier, but I don't even look like a high-ranking commander. I don't mind the information I get, but it's a beautiful woman inside. I'm angry to think Yarkov broke the virgin.

I sign orders to let a woman go while I tongue her over and over again.

"Whoa, chief."

"Now it's you."

The next one to come out is Gido.

"Interrogate enemy collaborators..."

Peek into the tent.

"Gu Gu... many shots in my head... I can't believe I even let you drink to pee... now that your father's shop was cooperating with Southern Euglia as promised, you're going to rub it off!? If you lie, I'll curse you for the rest of your life!

"Please spill your eyes for this reason."

The daughter of this merchant says it's okay to look at her from her undressed clothes.

The documents given by Gido recorded that his father's merchant had an extremely close relationship with the southern Eugenian army.

"You guys are really just lustful. All the men who looked down."

I draw a line across the item and write 'I can't admit that fact' and sign mine.

The people have no choice but to obey when the enemy army enters the city in the first place.

Especially if you're attracted to occupiers such as merchants, you can't live. I guess the father did it to protect his family, too, and now I can't help blaming him.

Then now Porch came down.

I'm looking for something with a serious look at this one.

I can roar toward a barrel that's been piled up or put on around it.

"Hih!! A monster!!

It's the woman who popped up again.

I was taking off my armor, but what I'm wearing are military shoes from Southern Euglia.

I guess I've been hiding since the fight ended.

There are defectors lurking all over there because it was a riot over the battle between the great armies.

I'll have to take the time to hunt for the rest of the party.

"Wow!!

The defeated soldier pulls out his sword and is slashed by a pouch.

Porch was not avoided, and the sword seized his leg and broke it in two.

It's just an iron sword, and it won't scratch one on his scale with a woman's arm power.

After the woman glances at the broken sword, she escapes as she sheds herself.

"It's futile."

Porch lands in front of a woman when she wings several times and dances in the sky.

That air pressure alone turns the woman upside down.

"Ugh... I'm going home alive... I'm definitely going home alive!!

Still, women don't give up.

Point a toy-like knife at me with a trembling hand.

But Porch flies his knife heavenly with a sharp swing of nails.

"Ah."

That's just what you noticed, a woman unloads her arms without power.

"Hey, I'll do anything...... so don't eat"

The woman rubs against Porch's feet with a whisper.

It was not Porch who responded, but an ally soldier gathered in the noise.

"Don't be ridiculous! I'm no more a prisoner than I resisted! Shoot!!"

A crossbow is released without hair.

The woman closes her eyes tightly.

Gah and short, thick voice.

Not a single bolt was stabbed in the woman's body.

Porch took all the released bolts with his wings.

"What? Why?

Porch looks at the woman and dumps another knife on her leg.

And when I let him stand with his collar clasped, he licked a lick in his face and pressed his back, "Go away," he said.

An ally rushes to aim, but Porch enters the ray again.

"Oh, thank you"

The woman looks at the pouch with slightly swinging eyes and then runs away.

"Yes, Captain."

"I'm a soldier. You don't even have to go after him... don't ever hit me like that. They're gonna eat you."

Porch ringing with a gag. I saw a woman bow her head from afar.

……

I feel gaze on my back and look back.

The three women we held earlier are looking at us from the shadow of the tent.

"Hiccup... even though the lizard is showing a large vessel"

"I can't believe humans are more annoying and offensive... hissing"

"Hiccup... let it out all you want." 'Cause I'm gonna help you... hiccup "

"" "Gu" "

The three of us literally don't even make a sound.

The women look at us with contempt and rub us against the pouch.

"I wish you had caught us, too. I was made a mistake for being nice to you after I was ruined."

"The bandits never did anything to me."

"He was a little handsome, but there's no" call me Gido, "" lick your butthole, "or" drink your piss. "

"" "Guru" "

We feel sorry for ourselves, giving each of the women a chance to investigate, release and exonerate themselves.

Porch's unexpected manhood made all three of them little villains.

You've seen Wilhelmina's milk and skipped too much reason.

I have to keep my mind shut.

I find blood coming out of Porch's feet when I think of it as, for example.

"What, did you even get hurt?

Porch just rings small when it's nothing, but speaking of which, Pipi was on a normal horse during the chase.

If you still look good, you look like you're hitting your feet.

"Let me see."

Porch changes from the earlier man, offering his forefoot roughly as he squeaks thinly with a gag in his anxious face. Is it looking for Pipi who is kidding?

"Hmm... not a big scratch though"

At the end of the forefoot, the scales near slightly above the base of the nail turned up and bled out of it.

Did you even hit a shell, or did you jump around and hit it?

Porch scales are harder than steel, so they don't even go through the meat, but in human terms, I guess the nails are about to peel off.

"Every time you do something like this, it's gonna hurt."

When I quietly pulled out my sword, I felt Porch's complexion turn blue all at once.

"If it's peeled off so far, it's quicker to take it off. Sit still. - Come on, don't run away!

Porch spreads his wings and tries to escape without asking to the end, but jumps and pushes him in.

"Yep. It'll be over in a flash, so keep it grown up! What happened to the manhood I showed you earlier!

I don't like it. If I don't like it, I plug my sword into the roots of the peeling scales of the pouches that burst into me and peel them all at once.

Because this guy has unusually sturdy skin and he can't get by very well with a normal sword other than a dual crater.

I thought it was on the verge of peeling off, but I felt quite resistant, and I had a bad feeling about it.

A sad growl sounds thin and long.

A little blood flies when the scales of the dust and fist magnitude peel off, but the next scales were formed underneath.

There will be no problem if you wash it later and wrap the bandage properly.

Sora, it's over.

Finish the procedure and slap Porch on the head but Porch is shivering his body into small pieces with his face down.

My red longitudinal eyes resented me and I was even crying.

I think I made you cry.

"Ah!! I made Porch cry!

He was sleeping alone after the battle. Pipi let him sleep. He came straight.

Porch runs toward Pipi when he jumps up bulky, jumps into his chest - it just looks like he's been attacked - but he's complaining about my outrage by ringing a gaggle short as he rubs his face against his thin chest.

"Right. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay, let's eat something over there."

Pipi signals me and leaves, consoling Pochi.

Poached me. I thought I showed my manhood and I went back to the baby.

It's an utterly strange lizard.

"Maybe he's a big figure and he's just a kid. How far would a kid grow up with that?"

It was then that I tried to wipe the blood of the pouch on the dual crater while speaking to myself.

Dokun and a loud heartbeat pierce the whole body.

The same voice that I felt earlier in my head not long after I uttered what it was, rings at an unparalleled volume.

"My blood, the blood of that man, and the blood of the crossing, causal."

I couldn't hear Boso earlier, but I can hear him clearly now.

He is also a beautiful voice that sounds like a wild man's voice and is clear.

"Where?

I look around, but nothing's changed.

"Whether it's right around the corner"

Look at your feet and overhead, but nothing.

It hits me directly in the head, so I have no idea where it came from.

"Can't you even see that stupid little one at hand"

The dual crater glowed red when I saw it at hand, saying it in a shaky tone.

"Whoa."

When I got the dual crater from Nonna in the first place, it was glowing like a mirror and not colored.

Since when did it shine in thin red?

I didn't care because the sharpness and affordability didn't change...... now it was brighter than a red, rotten, poor pine light to burn instead of a thin red spot.

"Something's glowing over there, isn't it?

"Are you kidding me!? Perhaps the remnants of the enemy have been small-time!

Allies start to make noise about the light that is so strong.

"I'm sorry for the extra noise."

"Wop."

I quickly jump into a nearby tent when I serve the dual crater to the sheath.

Looks like a food warehouse for your convenience. People don't come here that often.

"So."

I gently poke the dual crater to the ground and sit in front of it.

If Nonna sees me, she's going to be bitten back and forth with milk over a head poke, but unfortunately she's not here.

"What the fuck are you?

I just can't help asking.

It's not normal for a sword to belabella talk.

"Why should I explain to something as small as you?"

You look great if you did it earlier.

"Fine then. Don't talk anymore because it's depressing."

I try to pull the dual crater out of my sheath.

"... wait. Sometimes it's better to play"

I thought it would come.

I want proof that you don't mind bossing it out so that it sounds deliberate.

Yoguri and Ku mainly use these hands in the Mansion.

I'm going to look at you like you're talking to yourself.

I sit with my sword stabbed to the ground again.

And I don't really talk about this deal until I hear it from you.

"So what are you? Is that the spirit of a dual crater?

It's impossible for a normal sword to speak, but a dual crater is a treasure sword with legends.

I have also heard stories of souls living in such swords...... etc.

"Dual Crater? Is that the name of this sword? Impossible. Little things. '

Apparently not, but you look great on anything.

"A sword, a demon sword, must contain spirits in hundreds of swords like this."

"They call dual craters a hundred."

There's no way a dual crater that cleaves steel armor like butter is a normal sword.

Let Nonna ask and her chest will bounce with anger. It will fly. I'm afraid I'm not here.

"Five hundred years of misrillic swords, no curse, no divinity, just a little sharp razor."

Make fun of Nonna and my important bond. Exactly. I'll sand it with my feet.

"Wop! Stop it! I am here because I possess nothing. '

"That's it. Just answer the question. You're in a dual crater. Who are you?

Dual crater, no. Is it different according to the person?

I don't know. I ask in a tone that's tough on my voice.

"It's just funny when little things bark, but the grandeur is boring."

The voice goes silent for a little while saying so.

I can imagine him making a hoard with his face even though it's just his voice.

"My name is Lindblum, a fireworks dragon who lives thousands of years."

The sword glows flashly with the picker. Good in the tent.

"Ooh."

When I put my hand on my chin, my sword flashes like a chicken just because it came off.

"Aren't you surprised"

"The dragon I know had wings, nails and fangs with its mountainous decadence. You're a sword, no matter what you think."

When I tell you the truth, my voice says abominably after a few sighs and tongues, I feel in a bad mood for the moment.

"Would you have fought a fire-breathing dragon in a mountainous village?

You can't even forget that.

"Oh, you killed him."

My voice gets in a bad mood for a while.

"- That's me. If you're gonna challenge me with a really abominable sword and bow, you're gonna be stuffed with an iron cylinder that sprays fire like that anyway."

Sure, the dragon's name is Lindblum. Ugh... No, wait. Isn't that weird?

"When your sword stood in my heart, my soul moved to this sword, and Mithril excelled as the material that interfered with the devil, and thus lived thousands of years in which my soul could live, my soul could not disappear as stubborn as a flesh had perished."

"I didn't know that was happening then..."

"I was forced to push my giant soul, and the colour must have changed considerably."

I only noticed that it was slightly tinted.

"Why didn't you talk to me then? How could it be now?

I've been wielding scattered dual craters before, but I've never heard a voice or anything like that.

I've been trying to sleep for decades.

Decades.

Well, life expectancy is different from that of a dragon, so I can't say, but it hasn't been two years since then.

"First of all, the dragon sword, the sword, that material is also the only thing that is miserable, but only slightly impacted into my body, the scale of the dragon that I once connected to for only a short time."

You mean the sword Acevedo had.

Speaking of which, it wasn't until that sword and dual crater touched me that I first heard my voice.

"And half the blood that's wetting me, half the blood I can't possibly wake up."

The blood that wets the dual crater belongs to Porch.

"That Porch is your child!?

"There's no way you can missee the sound of your soul while you're still a baby."

Porch should have returned from an egg that Pipi picked up from somewhere.

I don't know how that connects.

"What a strange story... yeah"

I make complicated faces.

This guy is a male from his voice, so the scales on the dragon sword are females... which means Porch's mother is already dead.

If I were you, I would have killed Porch's only flesh and blood.

I have no regrets because it was before Porch was born and I had no choice.

But I still feel sorry for the lizard that turned out to be just one.

"Hey."

"What?"

I pull the dual crater off the ground and put it on my lap.

"Your child is well raised"

I could clean and wash my cabin and even take care of the garden trees by myself.

I made my own table of preferences for rice before this and brought it.

"It's a lot bigger than it was when I was born. I can't die of wild drowning anymore. Night sounds occasional."

There's a limit to the amount of time we can get away from Pipi, but there's not enough beasts and demons to attack him.

"So don't worry. If there's anything I want to tell you, I'll tell you from me."

I'm not going to regret killing this guy, but you can do as much as a messenger with the kid.

That's how I show my utmost sincerity.

I don't care what you say about kids like that.

"... what?

That's crazy.

Didn't you wake up with your parent-child connection to Porch?

"I told you I was inspired. It's like being woken up in cold water."

In the first place, the voice goes on.

"Even if she died, she would have just picked up a few shards of naturally peeled objects."

I'm getting a little confused.

If he wasn't dead, why was he alone in a cave deep in the mountains? I thought you broke up with the female.

My voice keeps talking about my confusion in a good mood.

"It was only about two hundred years ago that I met him, Wop."

I'll stab my sword to the ground again.

I'm Pooch's father for once, so I'll stick him carefully.

He was glad to see me sleeping in a cave. He was only 150 years old, and only a child innocently said he'd never seen his family before.

It's been a memorable story.

But it's also a smiling story. I guess the dragon won't even meet his buddies easily.

"He's a beast with me and a nest hole, a demon, a small one, and I gladly brought my prey."

It would be tantamount to disaster for the surroundings, such as the migration of dragons, but why not not eat rice?

"Dinner-like days went on for a while."

The dragons smile at each other.

I take out the liquor to ask while I have a drink.

"At 150, the contents are similar to those of a child, but the body is about to be ready."

"Hey."

At once the clouds became suspicious.

"I've offended him in the play, and he can't stop crying for the first time in centuries."

I punch my liquor into a dual crater, but the sound of Xing's ride never stops.

"And then for decades I went on offending him."

I can see you have distant eyes in the atmosphere.

I thought it was a good story, but it's the worst I've ever heard.

"When I woke up one morning, he was gone, and the eggs were rolling in the corner, but I couldn't make out with the eggs, so I fell asleep, and you woke me up, and I found out that I was just a kid after my passion. - Wow."

I kick the dual crater.

And rush to pick it up again.

"If it weren't for my precious sword with Nonna, I would have broken it and made it disappear. What is a firecracker dragon, a rapist dragon?"

I have nothing to tell Pooch about the existence of such a guy. On the contrary, it looks pathetic.

"Well, wait, I don't know how you broke your sword with me right now, at least until you get a little more strength."

Dual crater starts emitting light again when I'm done.

"Hey, don't do anything extra."

"What's the extra thing to say? Turn the Mythril stick into the Devil's Sword that my vessel deserves."

The dual crater changes its shape.

"The countless lives and souls you slaughtered and abandoned as my food."

The torso grows elongated and the weight that seemed like a feather increases.

"Haunt the power of the demon you played"

After a complex pattern emerges from the pattern to the tip of the sword, a complex decoration emerges throughout.

"Connect with my soul"

The color that was pale red turns into bright deep red.

"It's been something else"

You can't let Nonna see this.

I don't think she'll like the floating decorations either because of the poisonousness that reminds her of a tsu or snake.

"Now my reliance will be incomparable with the only Mithril who has become a true Devil's Sword."

A proudly glowing rape dragon.

"It's easy to use it when it gets long and heavy. Um, I can't let the shape change this far."

Mostly pissed off by Nonna. I'm crying.

"It's not like there's no price for this sword though -"

At that time, there is noise outside the tent.

"He's an enemy! I'm lost in the supply unit!

"Follow him! Never let him get away with it!

Footsteps rush into the tent without even thinking about it.

"Damn! If this happens, I'll light a fire in here, in a confusing void. - Come on!?

The man who rushes in looks at me and pulls out his sword and slashes me.

Of course I'm not immature enough to eat bubbles here either.

Set up a new dual crater that has become evil.

"Die!!

You're the one.

The man's sword arm is no big deal, and I easily play the slash and stick the sword in his belly.

Definitely fatal. But not enough to die instantly.

I don't have a hobby to kill, so I pulled it out and tried to snap my neck, and the sound of a rape dragon sounds.

"Show me more than words, but faster"

The dual crater glows red and black and poisonous, and the man with his belly pierced screams.

That wasn't just because I was torn in the stomach, it was a cry as if I was being sucked out of life itself.

Just a few seconds in time.

Try to hold a stabbed sword in your belly. The man is out of breath, and the sword stops emitting light.

I pulled out my sword quietly.

"What have you done?

"It takes strength to sustain the sword and my soul. Life, soul, magic. Let it suck."

Do you mean slash something appropriately?

"Isn't that a demon knife? To slaughter a Zakuza like that... nothing."

Think a little and shut up. When I thought about it, I was slaughtering a crisp for it. There doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Well, I haven't eaten in a long time, I suppose I'll sleep a little."

Almost at the same time a soldier from an ally jumps in when a raping dragon sleeps.

"Did he run in here - this is Lord Hardlett!

"This is the guy, right? I did it. I couldn't have caught him alive."

I leave the tent wiping the blood on my sword.

Don't go in the sheath. We have to do something.

"Ha, sorry for the inconvenience! This guy has no luck bowling with Sir Hardlett...... HI NO NO!!

"Hey, what the hell!? My stomach is choosing but not a drop of blood...... no guts!? How can I do this with my eyeballs..."

I walked fast enough to escape the sight of the soldiers.

I don't know if you've become the Devil's Sword, but it's getting harder and harder to pull it out in public.

Even though our enemies call us demons.

He then calls Lindblum to try to do something about the sheath, but there's no response. He seems to have really fallen asleep.

I manage to hide myself by creating a sheath with a proper cloth cut.

I happened to bowl in with Brunhilde on the road and was stunned with awesome eyes for about ten seconds but nothing more could be done because the sun had not fallen.

You'll be eating the call soon in that way.

"Sir Hardlett."

"What. Dual Crater hasn't gotten weird."

It was Leoporto who spoke up.

After he glimpses the dual crater, he throws a stone at me.

"What are you selling fights for?

Take it without construction and beat it to the ground, the stone cracks to pieces.

"That stone is a fragment of the city wall. As you can see, it's just a stone."

Leoporto gently points around the city

"There were no special additions, etc. inside either. As it was when Goldonia abandoned Trisnia and withdrew."

Hmm, that's a strange story.

Trisnian city walls did withstand shells and bounced back the broken castle hammer.

Using half the irregular hand like a dwarf cannon and a ship assault would not have broken.

"It's a strange story that there's no change."

"Yes, we have to assume that if there were no changes in the material or structure, we would have used the usual means."

Unusual means must be magic.

"It will be difficult to obtain detailed information if it is an unknown magic and phenomenon, but until it turns out, we have to assume that all the castle fortifications in southern Euglia will have the same strength of city walls as Trisnia. You can't avoid disadvantages when attacking a base."

That's a real pain in the ass.

No matter how much we march south, we can't drop the stronghold. It's not a story.

"You think you can handle that?

"As it stands, it's pending."

I laugh unexpectedly.

I wish I could say "I'll do my best" there. It seems like this is the only thing that's ever been decided.

"Do your best. How about the west bank of the river later?

The western army of the enemy has already come this way, so the only force left should be the overturned.

"I'll throw it away. That area is not already the main battlefield. There are no transporters. There's no way they could pose a threat to the East Coast."

"I hope so. The man who betrayed you is refreshing."

Many in Trisnia, but the city fell, so if they were cooperating with the occupiers, they were recaptured.

Come on. You'll be scared later.

"We've already heard from the lords and nobles of the West Bank that there's an excuse messenger here."

I guess.

"As I said earlier, the land is no longer a strategic shock. I thought I should flush it properly, let it hope and keep it quiet, decide on the battlefield, and then sweep it away."

"Well, don't be."

I just have to mourn the wrong decision.

I want to be careful not to go wrong at the heart of it, too.

I'm prepared to hang out with the women if I have to.

"Well, here's an example of a mistake."

I take a sigh of sight in front of me.

"This is the trial of the Eastern nobles that Sir Hutier destroyed during his disobedience."

It's hilarious that Leopold bothered to emphasize it as' violating orders'.

Perhaps it is the type to be held at the outer root.

They had been tried one after the other in extraordinary trials under Eirich's supervision.

"Sir Negael. There is no room for discretion. It shall be a crime of death and forfeiture by the housekeeper. Sir Ullaigiril, also on death row..."

"Please have mercy! My home was fooled by Sir Ullaigiril!

"Say what! My home is the only reason I got an invitation from your house!!

I sit back in the chair Leopold brought me, shaking my head, telling me to do it.

"There are a lot of faces I've seen somewhere, but this just doesn't make me feel like sheltering. And you sit down. I don't feel comfortable standing directly next to you."

You want to say Leopold doesn't even have to put it in words. Just nod small.

Then one of you finds me. Stick up the gold.

"Sir Hardlett! It's me!! I saw you at a dinner party hosted by your wife!! Please! Please!

The man's cut of gold is really ugly.

I can see Celia jumping a little in the corner of her sight.

I'm telling you never to do anything extra. But I guess I'm telling you.

"I'm afraid I have no reason to save you. How can you be on the side of the traitor"

I say with a mild laugh.

Then you stepped out of my expression with hope, and the back cutters scream, riding themselves out, even as they were held back by the guard's spear.

"Well, that's Lord Uraigiril..."

"Sir negael, what are you called! No, Sir Hanraun introduced their messenger in the first place..."

Now it's time.

I pulled through the new dual crater and slammed him to the ground.

The ground vibrates lightly because the weight has become quite heavy.

"It's ugly. If you betray me, you can do it from the beginning. Betrayal during the showdown is inferior to manure bugs, and manure bugs can only be trampled and sheltered."

I dared to open my eyes and say in a low voice everyone was silent, including the judge and Eirich.

The parties go to the spot to see if they were willing to kill.

Now I won't be able to give you any more gold cuts.

Truth be told, I wish I liked it, whether I betrayed you or not.

You just have to take responsibility for the consequences. If you succeed, it's good. If you fail, it's over. You shouldn't resent anyone for all that.

I guess these guys had no luck around meeting Myra where they had to betray and leave.

I just have to give up and go to the afterlife.

Celia is stroking her chest at the edge of her sight.

What are you worried about? You thought I was going to shelter these people?

It's totally impossible.

"Next, Baroness Escaote. Likewise, after the execution of the clan, the governor shall confiscate"

"You think it's the Baroness?

Celia's bouncing about twice as fast as she just did, but not quite.

If you look at it, about half a dozen women are shaking their lips bright blue.

I look at the judge with great temper, but tears are falling from my eyes without stopping.

I remember seeing her face at a dinner party that Nonna did.

I was here with my husband at that time, but I remember hearing about my husband's sudden death or something before the war against southern Euglia started.

"Unfortunately, my family is in a position to be subordinate to Sir Howlawn... I can't make my own decision... please put it away with my life, just my family and my governor... please..."

Baroness Escaote is grounded on the spot and rubbing her face against the ground.

The beautiful face inside is dirty, the lips and forehead cut and blood flowing.

But the look on Eirich's face and on the judge's face is cold.

"Give me your face. The result is unshakeable when you plead ugly. A woman and now a lord, be noble to the end."

"This concludes the trial. The execution will be carried out tomorrow morning. Make sure you keep your suicide note and neighborhood organized."

Coldly thrust away, Baroness Escaote cries down with her face on the ground.

"How about that? You can't do that."

Celia held her face down and flipped when I stood up.

It was then.

"Don't move!! Let your mother go or I will kill this man!!

A short knife sticks down my throat with a high voice before my voice changes.

Well, and when I looked at the Lord of Shortcuts, about fifteen boys were barking in desperate shape.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 25, summer.

Status Legend of the Border of the Kingdom of Goldonia Mount Big Lords and Eastern Great Lords Friends of Dwarves Friends of King Ares Heroes of Dragon Killing

Elf's intermediary, Sex King of White Capital.

Subordinates

Myra (Militia Commander) Leoporto (Staff A) Tristan (Staff B) Celia (Jump)

Yarkov (Bandit) Iridina (Commander) Luna (Bow Cavalry Commander) Gido (Perverted) Porch (Male Lizard)

Other

Ivanna (Fluffy) Brunhilde (Furious) Annette (105 Princesses) Secrito (Tutorial)

Piris (crying) Hearty (temper) Nonna (sneezing)

Army Southern Gordonia

Protagonist Affiliation

Escort 60.

Infantry 4500.

Cavalry 670.

Archer 670.

Artillery 380

Bow Cavalry 7,000.

Independent Celia Team 400.

Conscription + Security Forces 17000

40 artillery, 23 large artillery, 16 dwarf artillery, 20 field artillery, 45 tanks.

Reinforcements/Friends

Ares Soldier 13909

One hundred and fifty soldiers, 3500.

Fleet

Battleship Swarov Battleship Ares of Ares and all other reefs

Twenty transport ships.

Allied Forces Front Front Front Royal Army 50,000

Conscript 350,000.

Enemy Force Regular Soldier 20,500.

Conscript 40,000.

Cavalry group 25000????

Magrad, local army upset.

Few Meldoras

Property Gold Coins -10000

786 experience69 children made to give birth +567

Location Trisnia (battle forces adjusting)