Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

- Lord Rafen's Mansion, Nonna's room.

"... Is Master Agil really not coming home?

Nonna, sitting on the couch, swells her cheeks plumply and makes her legs hang out looking bored.

The momentum leaves the shark's footwear flying.

"Yes, the security forces say your husband can't leave Tortoent yet"

Sally, the samurai, picks up her footwear with a troubled face.

"I heard the war was getting better, but could you come home for a little while? I haven't seen Master Agil in forever. No matter how long it is in time of war...... I miss you"

Nonna slams onto the couch, presses her face against the fur cover and exhales.

"Ma'am, you'll see underwear."

Likewise, the samurai Marul fixes the hem of the rolled up dress.

"Mm-hmm. It's okay because you're the only ones here! I'll do it right in public!

I'm here.

Only Sally glances at the corner of the room with a blue face and squirts.

"Sally, what's going on?

"Pu! to, two heads...... kuku"

(Terrible! Even though I don't go back after every facial massage!

"What is it, Sally! Is it funny how I miss you!

Mallu twists his neck and Nonna gets angry when he sees Suddenly erupting Sally.

"Ha, I can't see Master Eigil. I can't hold flashy meetings because it's a time of war to distract the loneliness, the opera, the solemnity... I don't have the money, so my meal is a question... oh is this the life of the poor"

Nonna dropping her shoulders.

"Ma'am, cheer up with a cup of tea with three golden coins"

"Warm yourself up with a muffler of 25 gold foxes."

I get at least some comfort from the two samurai, but Nonna's heart doesn't clear.

"... this happened because Rafen suffered a war disaster. That Altair party is bad."

Nonna's eyes glow.

"I know how you feel, but don't cause useless confusion, don't let yourself do it until the war is over, my husband has reached you... it was Leopold's letter"

"I know! But that's the story of Altair Church... hehe, call that woman"

Nonna breathes roughly and put her shoes back on.

"Oh, ma'am, are you playing that game again? Wouldn't it be cheating..."

"But my husband would be mad at me."

The samurai rush to the city in confusion.

Thirty minutes later, a special bedroom that had not been used for some time in the absence of the owner of the mansion...... there were two women in the room used for acts of love in large numbers.

"Ugh... God will not forgive you for such abuse!

"Because of your gods, we had terrible eyes! Is that about it?"

One is Nonna.

He is dressed in sleeping clothes that are clearly thinner than earlier, making his nose rough.

The other is Laemia.

Altaire, the culminating girl of the Order of Altaire, is practically NO2.

He boasted immense power as an adjunct to the public and private passage of a girl who was once a reborn and absolute righteous man of God, but is now only the administrator of a small church seen with a white eye in the neighborhood.

She puts her hands over her head in her underwear and throws her munchkin, fleshy limbs out on a bed that's too big. The sheets have long glossy golden hair spread over them, slightly jealous of Nonna.

"... what is this beautiful hair? Do you know that Master Agil likes long-haired blondes?

Nonna puts on Laemia's larger breasts from above her underwear and flips her jaw with Humph compared to her own super boobs.

"But Master Agil likes big tits, and the bigger they are, the better. Sorry to hear that."

"Oh, I don't care about that... stop imitating me like this! Such a slutty deed, Altair. God forbid it either!

Nonna gets grumpy again when Laemia speaks out.

Because once serving as a witch to preach the words of the girl to the masses, Laemia's voice had a clear, truly beautiful voice.

With that frustration too, Nonna smiles evil.

"Hmm. What's a slut - you're the one...... no!

"Yes, no!!

Nonna screams beautifully and sharply as she strips off Laemier's underwear.

Laemia's biggest secret - it's a woman's body but with fine male roots growing in her groin.

"You've done a good job of preaching to people by keeping such a slutty thing alive."

Nonna nods her tongue before climbing to bed.

Laemia tries to hide her groin, but Nonna won't allow it.

"It's half your fault that Rafen broke, Master Agir didn't come home, and my last wine was zero. I'll have you hanging out in my spare time."

Nonna began to prepare herself with a rough breath.

"I'm going to humiliate you again! Shame on you! Don't take it personally anymore."

"Then shall I ask that child to deal with him?

Lamia solidifies.

Because 'that girl' must be the girl Altair.

"What a punishment! And your body is very sensitive. If they do this, they could die of irritation..."

"Then you know what?

Laemia drops her shoulders disappointingly and leans back, as she perceived.

"Hehe, I'll do it."

Nonna's demon hand reaches out to one thing she's not allowed to hide...

"Eh! Tyrosis......"

Touch a sensitive spot with the brush you took out.

"Hih!"

Laemia trembles.

"Please don't move. Look, it'll be a little bit more!

"Nhi no!!

As the brush crawls from root to tip, Laemia screams and jumps up her hips many times.

Already one of her things had peeled off and turned to heaven hard.

Its size exceeded 30 cm and if she was a man she could boast enormous roots enough.

"Hehe, how does it feel to be torn by a special luxury paintbrush! That's the tip."

"No!!

A whisper and saliva leak from Laemia's mouth, his hips swinging back, forth, left, and right.

Juice is starting to leak from the tip.

Lamia has been frequently abused in this way since the Lafen offensive.

"You are a woman even if you have one thing on you, and a brush doesn't make you cheat. Hehe, I'm perfect."

Nonna waves a brush in her right hand as she rubs Lemia's trembling chest with her left hand.

Then in less than five minutes, Laemia reaches her limit.

"But no more... I'm out... stop..."

But Nonna won't allow ejaculation, and she won't stop her hands.

"I will not forgive you yet! If you let him out on his own, line him up next door."

"Oh, that won't be all!

Laemia bites the sheets and endures.

But the momentum grows. Nonna's time is pushed into the offense.

"Ugh!! Ugh!!

"You're gasping like a beast. Look, be more patient. There you go, there you go!

It was a winless battle for Laemia from the start.

To protect the beloved Lord, Laemia endured biting the sheets with the momentum of eating and breaking, but she couldn't possibly endure being stroked around a place sensitive to a luxurious brush with a hairy hair.

"Drop the juice and let the blood vessels float...... do you want to be so tyrothic? Do you like the muscles behind this? Here, you can let it out. Get it out of here!

Electricity runs on Bacili and her head.

"Ahhh!!"

"Yikes!?

Raimia's hips lift up without leaning against her will, the sheets leaking out of her mouth and a low groan.

At the last moment one thing swelled at once, and the yellow cloudy liquid fired momentously toward the top.

"And it won't stop! You're a woman! You can't ejaculate. No! I can't get rid of the extra concentrate!

A quantity of sperm pops vertically that would lose confidence if the concurrent man sees it, descending on her own body.

"Smells! Why does it smell so bad? What's going on here with you!

The momentum of the firing is further increased when Nonna puts a ball of Lamia on the brush.

"Don't follow me! It hurts too much... it breaks..."

The firing lasted for a few minutes, and eventually completely weakened, Laemia rammed into the bed with the juice painted.

"... Phew. My body doesn't move."

When Laemia manages to move her body, the door opens.

"Nonna, what are you doing? - Whoa, that stinks!

"Were you playing Tirochiro with Mr. Lemia again?

It was Kara and Mel who showed up.

Laemia's face turns bright blue.

"... you want to do it?

"... do you want to"

Carla and Mel also take the brush out of their nostalgia.

"Then I changed my brush, too."

Nonna also takes out a new brush.

Three brushes strike one of Laemia's things that still doesn't stop cramping.

"Stop the three! Broken! Because it feels too good to break!!

"Wow, I'm out again. It's also a hassle to stop for a while, so let's keep going. Your essence really stinks...... what are you going to do if the smell stains your bedroom"

"Yikes! Stop it! I can breathe. My cock is hot!

"You're a girl, but you're so out. Especially when you stroke this back to the side...... hehe, let it go"

"No! It's not what it always is. It's coming! What is this, Nanicole, what is this!!

"Actually, I'm also bringing a small pen. Plug this into the tip. - Whoops! It was like water! Peeing...... is a different place to get out, and this girl blew the tide from over here!?

The brush attack by the three continued until dinner time, when Lamia, finally freed, lay in bed with all body juice painted.

"haha...... haha...... can't stop juicing...... my arr is broken"

Laemia beats one of her own that continues to vomit the clear juice in an abominable manner.

"It's got this thing on it... it's gotten bigger gradually since it started being brushed, and the amount of dirty juice has increased... I've just been sleeping next to it lately for some reason and it's hardened..."

"Laemia?"

There is a voice in Laemia who was looking at the ceiling with her lost eyes.

"Ho, ho!?

Raimia wakes up in a hurry, and one thing hits Altair's face on that clap.

"Funya!

"Oh, my God, what I did! Drop this shameless slaughter on top of it."

But Altair laughs nicely and carefully wipes one thing with a towel.

"... um, it's dirty"

Altair says nothing more and carefully wipes Laemia's trembling body.

"Under... Oh, I'm afraid..."

There are zero tears coming from Laemia's eyes.

Altair says quietly, smiling.

"... told me to come to Tortoent"

"Would that man...?

Altair nods small.

"As it is now... we, the Son of the Believers... will be expelled... if anything can help..."

"Under..."

Laemia clings to Altair before kissing his little leg.

"Let's go. Whatever happens, I'll protect you."

"And Laemia... hurt... don't do it, okay?

Laemia weeps at the words of mercy from the beloved girl.

The two people who respect each other did not realize that the written letter was somewhat polite.

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- Then the Tortoent-Alteil border.

"It is extremely difficult to march decently to Alteria. You can say it's impossible."

Leopold runs out in front of me.

"The shortest route is south along the river from Tortoent to Alteria. On the other hand, countless castles and fortifications exist from the history of the former engagement between the Liberty Democracy and the Altair Empire."

"But enemy forces are decreasing. No matter how many castles there are, aren't there enough soldiers?

I snort heavily at Myra's opinion.

"At least there is no shortage of soldiers in the enemy near Alteria. Intelligence suggests that a group of people form a party of inmates, forming subordinate prostitutes - an extremely low-level militia, in organisations - but with hundreds of thousands of heads - it's almost inexhaustible."

"I just changed my mind..."

Just like Eirich said.

Unlike the people of Liberty, the people of Altair are growing up taught not to die for God.

The god just turned into an empire.

"There is no extremely poor and decent chain of command as equipment. Not even a few matches in the field, but a cage in a fortress would be enough."

"You can't even break the wall."

So...

"Is that a detour from the east?

Far away but continue from Tortoent to near Mount Dart and aim for Alteria from the east.

But Leoporto shakes his head.

"It's also impossible. I sent the scouts to find out, but the ashes that erupted from Mount Dart have fallen dozens of centimetres thick all around the area, and yet it is heavy snow. Horses and carriages can't move properly. Once it rains again, it will become muddy and the infantry won't even be able to move a step."

That's troublesome.

"Then we can either bring the ship and go from the river, or you can do whatever you want and figure out how to break through the front."

"Exactly. We'll do both of those things together."

Leoporto opens the window and points to a point.

"Is that... the old Altair flag?

I say it like Celia was confused.

"I'll march with that one up. The memory of the old order is still new in the Altair region, and the flag will have less impact on their minds."

"When I was in Rafen, it was obvious to me."

"I hear the defeated enemy is out and in big trouble."

It's the flag that tormented us.

If I put that up, would it raise the seriousness of forgiveness and the morale of the enemy?

"It would be counterproductive when the enemy attacks. But it will have the effect of pulling out the enemies of a situation that should be thoroughly guarded."

I see.

Literally, they pull out an enemy caged in a castle.

"I don't think it's a bad idea...... does one piece of cloth work? They'll realize it's a ploy too."

The enemy won't be that stupid either.

"It's not just the flag, of course. Other than that, I've hit my hands."

If this guy says he's okay, I guess he is. Shall I leave it to you?

A fort on the front line

"Oh, that's Altair - isn't that the flag of the Evil God!

"It was said that His Majesty rooted for Goldonia - was it a fact!?

I hear enemy soldiers making noise.

"My wife was killed on suspicion of the devil - now I think a district cleric committed a play and let her die!

"Taking offerings and harvests to God... my two little ones starved to death. For the priestly pleasure!!

Curse and anger fly.

Enemy morale only strikes heaven.

"Fuck yeah, kill him! It's my brother and my mother's revenge!

"Wait, it's a cheap trap. The fort is stiff, so it's just provoking. You goldonian bastard. Use your hands."

On the other hand, there is no outburst as expected.

Only the enemy is burning his will while caged in the castle.

"Hey, isn't that counterproductive?

"If it looks like that, maybe I won't surrender until the last soldier"

Me and Celia stare at Leopold.

But he still looks at his enemies with cold eyes, exactly as he expected.

"... about right"

Leopold raises his hand.

Then it was the Royal Army's armor that showed up.

I think it's suicide to get into all those morale enemies.

But there is only one piece of armor available, which apparently does not make it aboard.

If you look closely, the garment is covered with a white cloth.

Slowly approach the front of the enemy fort.

And I heard a clear and beautiful voice.

"You unbelievers!!

"Am I?"

I accidentally replied.

Your voice sounds familiar.

"Abandoning the underworld as an incarnation of Altair and ruling the world, and following the object is bad enough to go to hell!

"That one!

Me and Celia's eyes get round.

This is the voice of Laemia.

Why is she here?

"What the fuck are you saying...?

"No, I'm from Alteria. This voice sounds familiar to me... I'm sure it's a weekly trust or something..."

At the same time, a cloth coated with armor was removed.

"Hey Leopold!

"The scolding is later, and now it's time to identify achievements"

It was the girls Altair and Laemia who showed up.

――

The fort instantly becomes silent.

It hurts the silence without one curse.

"Look at you down there. I feel sorry for you for not being faithful and going to hell. A meal of just three meals a day, and a crude table full of seats."

Altair laughs at Nicole and the enemy soldiers.

"Who the hell says you don't work and prepare a silk meal, a gold ornament underneath?

Laemia spreads her hands wide.

"But the mercy of God's incarnation is deeper than anything else. If you swear to restore your faith and offer it all again, say that you will allow Altair to grace you again."

A few seconds of silence...

And everything exploded.

Unvoiced anger and screaming.

Arrows and catapults are shot to pieces.

The castle gate opens and enemy soldiers - prostitutes in private clothes pop up like avalanches.

The orders of the commanders, supposedly the Southern Eugenian Regular Army, disappear in a vortex of frenzy.

"That took a while"

There is no way Altair and Lamia could provoke the people from themselves.

Leopold is right.

Enemy soldiers come in with shapes they can't face.

Altair and the others were held by the escort and escaped with a rope, and shortly thereafter the armor was dismantled in pieces by the enemy who had arrived.

Of course, that can't make the enemy feel better, and the next thing I know, he's going in for this one.

It's an amazing sword screen, like a bunch of beasts.

On the other hand, there is no line of reason, just a momentum storm.

"Fire."

A large number of arrows fly from the bow cavalry with short orders.

Together, the archers and great crossbows of the Royal Army also roar.

"... you've been aiming at me since the beginning"

"More than just fishing out, of course."

The soldiers who burned in anger and became like fireballs are strong.

Speaking of amateurs, even warriors in wartime would sometimes take lag.

But that's what we need to do when we fight the White Soldiers.

Neither does the burning fighting spirit prevent the arrows coming down from above your head.

It's sturdy armor and iron shields that protect us, but they don't have it.

I mean, you can only be shot unilaterally before a concentrated fire.

All the firepower was ready for enemy assault.

Arrows, arrows, iron bullets, shells... in all their projections. Enemy soldiers are stuffy, chopped a thousand times, blown away.

"You're literally hell. Hey."

That's what I say unexpectedly.

A forest of spears that has managed to skew enemies out of Hell's rain holds back.

I have enough morale to break through. There is also a fighting spirit.

But not enough gear and head count. The assault fails not by a drop in morale but by a simple decrease in the number of heads.

"Start Forward"

The counterattack begins with Leopold's hatefully sober voice.

No matter how high your morale, your enemies have dwindled too many.

You can't even defend the earliest fort.

"Opportunity. Destroy the enemy!

"They're wearing personal clothes. I can't tell from the people."

"All humans in this area are enemies. No distinction needed!

An allied soldier jumps into the fort.

There were some unexpected reports.

"Disturbance in some of our enemies! It's a peer-to-peer pattern!

"You're lying, aren't you?

Are you saying that someone responded to Altair's call earlier?

"Fantastic...... sounds like you stayed"

Was my loyalty to Altair stained to the bottom of my soul?

Whatever it is, if we go all the way out to argue with each other over this period, the fort won't hold.

"Implementing the main defense"

There is a tikku next door.

"Brawl. Don't go out too far."

"Copy that. Dedicated defense, passive engagement -"

A fist stone hits Tikku's forehead in the middle of words.

"Altair's maneuver! Did you know?"

Looks like a young enemy soldier threw it.

Confirm the hit and try to escape.

Tikkuk was holding his forehead with both hands, but his neck turns glum and looks at the enemy soldiers.

"Dedicated Defense - Dedicated Defense - Coloscolos Coloscolos"

Run out like you were bounced with a spring.

Enemy soldiers flee but are immediately chased and beaten to the ground.

You're emotional enough to call yourself an automatic doll.

Even after burying the bad guy, he raises the nearby enemy soldiers to one blood festival after another.

It's quite a fear to tear enemy soldiers apart from their bellies with your appearance.

What happened to dedicated defense?

Anyway, you've settled here.

The battle is over and the enemy captives... are not there.

Everyone fought until they died, except those who fought each other off.

"Explain."

Ask Leoporto in front of Altair and Lamia.

I heard you were going to use the flag, but I didn't hear you called these guys from Rafen.

"It would only be one battlefield, even if it worked if it was provocation with flags. But these men are deeply engraved in the hearts of the people. Even if you know it as a trap, you can expect it to lose its calm and induce a runoff. Besides, this time, we confirmed the occurrence of peer-to-peer discussions. If there are few who still pledge allegiance to these people, there will be greater chaos."

"It's not."

I make a grumpy voice.

They're my women.

I'm blaming you for taking it out on your own and putting your life in danger.

Besides, this operation is going to be like deciding on a heartbreak for them.

"Phew... annoyed"

"I tried to say it as peacefully as I could... I didn't expect faith to decline this way in just a few moments"

You two don't seem to care too much.

And there's something wrong with Leopold.

"This time I did something on my own. But this is necessary for the operation, to look at the next battlefield..."

Too much waste.

If he's a regular guy, he's like, "It took to win," "If you're angry, be angry, if you're punishing him," and so on.

Me and Leopold's eyes meet.

... I see.

I shake up the dual crater and smash the desk that was beside me.

"This mess! Do something you don't want to do!

Celia and Myra fly like rabbits in the yells that echo the position.

The cheer of victory instantly vanished from the soldiers.

"Next time you do something on your own, I'll slap you in the neck! You, too!

I am also angry with Altair and Laemia following Leoporto.

Of course I made just one very mild word and as much smile as I could on my face, but still Laemia stiffened and Altair cried. I need to follow up later.

"... I will remember my liver. for future strategies."

"I can't help it any more than I've done. Keep going."

Leoporto leaves the spot deeply bowing his head.

The twitching of the soldiers begins to return.

"Oh, hey... I thought I was gonna pee."

"I don't know why. I thought it was strange for Hardlett to take a woman out... but did Leopold do it on his own"

"I'll do it a lot... if I'm in a bad mood, I'm about to get busted."

Everything is exactly what Leopold thinks.

Even though it is a ruse, it is not good for the morale of soldiers or in front of other nobles if I am seen to be connected to religion for no reason. That's why Leopold did it on his own and wanted to take the form that I didn't know.

I walk like I said I was angry and I walk into Leopold's room.

"Anything yet?

Leoporto as usual.

There are no shards such as upset after being yelled at.

Say something.

"Because it's troublesome to be opposed to putting a woman at risk."

He's really our bad guy.

"This method will be effective throughout the Altair region. I will use it again with my hands on it."

"How do we proceed on the front?"

Speaking of which, I was talking about another river.

"Please hear that from her."

The door opens and one woman appears.

"Oh, Ivan-Na?

What kind of woman was Ivanna?

Wasn't it a harsh Confederate general who is twice as pride in people, tough on discipline, and yells and scatters with gold cuts if there is any transgression or disrespect at all?

"Wow... what?

Sleeping hair, military uniforms open up to the second button are misbuttoned.

In pants full of wrinkles... the shoes you're wearing are different left and right.

"The booze ran out... there's no casino on the battlefield... I'm bored. In the first place, why wake up when it's only before noon..."

What happened?

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 25, autumn.

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 Condition in White Capital (Lower Body Abnormality)

Subordinates

Myra (Commander) Celia (Assistant) Irigina (Commander) Luna (Commander)

Gido (-) Pochi (Return) Leoporto (Staff A) Tristan (Staff B) Agor (Commander)

Yarkov (Commander) Mac (Engineer) Jim (Distress) Christoph (Punishment Squad Captain!) GUIG (Punishment Deputy)

Altair (evil god) Laemia (his men)

Besides

Secrito (Boom) Ivanna (Corruption) T-99 (Self-Defense) Brunhilde (-)

Nautia (Research) Felteris (Voluntary) Ijalis (Satisfied) Eularen (Satisfied)

Annette (discarded) Piris (house arrest) Baroness Lucino-Escaote (nursing) Seika (anger)

Nesis (Play) Nasis (Play) Busco (Decisions)

Zyria (peace of mind)

Army Southern Gordonia

Protagonist Affiliation

Guard 55.

Infantry 4500.

Cavalry 540.

Archer 580.

Artillery 360

Bow Cavalry 7100

Independent Celia Team 400.

Conscription + Security Corps 9700

40 artillery, 21 large artillery, 15 dwarf artillery, 15 field artillery, 35 tanks.

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Reinforcements/Friends

One hundred and five soldiers, 3700.

Freshman Punishment Unit 400.

Altair Divine Army 50

Fleet

Battleship Swarov Battleship Ares of Ares and all other reefs

Twenty transport ships.

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Allied Forces

39,000 Royal Army on the western side.

Conscript 46,000.

Eastern side????

Enemy power, regular 20,000?

Conscript 40,000 + + +

Cavalry group 1000??

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Subordinate Bravery Team ⇒ ∞

Property Gold Coins -10000

795 Experienced

69 children made to give birth +567

Current Location Tortoent City