Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Altair Regional Port Town Malmeteum

"The wind is getting cold. Winter is not far away."

I stick my hand in my pocket with slight regret that I came in a light outfit.

"It's hard to catch a cold. Here you go."

On top of Celia taking off her coat but not willing to make her feel cold, it's small and doesn't make much sense.

So hold Celia herself and take the warmth.

Celia changes her attitude while mogging and faces from between her arms so that she can see the front.

"... not if you're playing. We're landing."

Myra's words were followed by the sound of the trees rubbing and the roaring of the ropes, which leaked a small cheer from those around her.

It would not sound unusual in the harbour town, but its size and weight indicated the immensity of the ship on which it arrived.

"Battleship Swarov landing - followed by Battleship Ares of Ares - will land!

I fly from the shoreline to Swarov listening to the heavy sounds that echo again.

Run up the outboard stairs from the deck and into the captain's office.

Leopold was there, and...

"He's not busy. If you're the leader of an army, stay until this one disembarks."

"Ivanna!"

I rub my cheeks from left to right when I hug Ivanna.

"Hey, do what? - Mm-hmm!

Finally, hold the back of your head and press your lips to finish.

Ivanna bounces me off where I kept kissing for about ten seconds.

"Huh, you impudent bastard! This is why small country servicemen like Goldonia - really no more!

Ivanna angry while wiping her lips.

"Looks like you're back to normal with that. I was wondering what would happen for a while."

Ivanna looks blatantly.

"That was a little lost... no, I just didn't feel like I was on vacation. It's not like anyone cares. If you guys say anything extra..."

Turning the ghost gaze to the two young apprentices of deck cleaning, they began to sweep abruptly with a cold sweat.

I wonder why they even let me clean the Tristan I sent as a staff officer.

Doesn't it bother you in particular?

"Is it time?"

"I thought it was time to come"

Soon there will be Leoporto at close range.

"We accidentally encountered more than thirty enemy battleships shortly after we reached the Terriers River. After about four hours of battle, we sank more than 20 enemy ships and won. Our damage is broken."

A slightly tanned hand blocks Leoporto's valve.

"None of the ships were damaged only by the superstructure and none broke the mast. No need to repair, all ships can continue to fight... complete victory."

Ivanna says by turning that big breast against the limit in the "Complete Victory" part.

"I have no objection. Enemy water power has been devastated, and this one is still alive - a bigger victory than expected."

If Leoporto says so far, it must really have been a complete victory.

I can see a slight movement in his eyes with no expression when I peek into his face.

I see the complete victory was unexpected for this guy as well.

"Hey... I didn't think you'd prevail with this force. The enemy also had a ship loaded with cannons of considerable size. It's like hunting even pigs with Bassa Bassa... hmm I think this battle will stay for generations to come as a training for battle. If I may, I'd like my diary to be based on it."

Tristan, the cleaning husband, is also a compliment for letting go.

"A complete victory over enemies who beat us in numbers after forcibly breaking land in first aid repairs is... tremendous strength"

I'll keep praising you, but if you don't stop me here, I'm starting to worry about Ivanna's spine, which swept back to its limits.

"The original objective was the restraint of the enemy forces and the dispersion of power to the rear - the wind direction has changed - by putting water power into the Terriers"

"Well, it was still like a horse or a horse."

Ivanna clears her nose with pleasure as she complains

I guess I liked Leopold's rhetoric that the wind has changed direction.

It was a rare and shabby way to say it for Leoporto, but did you use it to get Ivanna in the mood?

It's possible he's after her hole, too.

Leoporto keeps thinking about me.

"Now even if we raise the front line, the enemy will not have the art of turning backwards. On the contrary, it was possible for our military, regardless of success or failure, to get in close proximity to the capital or even to the Porpo area at once."

"The enemy can't buy time forever..."

Leoporto nods.

"If it's about a transport ship that just carries soldiers, you can buy it from the city around it, or even from the city state along Terriers... at least you have to assume that the enemy can buy it. Because there's no more respite. I'll set you up."

My cleaning husband says with a mop on his shoulder.

"You guys think about land. I set up in the river, and my challenging enemies slap. That's all."

Ivanna rolls to the floor trying to sit in a chair with a flurry.

They pulled the chair back.

"It means you'll shrug your legs when you're up to victory."

The bad guy was Secrito.

She comes up to me as she takes the reception and then strips out her dog teeth and embellishes her angry Ivanna.

"I was there, too. Embrace and kiss this woman, I have nothing but nothing?

He stomps on me before I answer, and he snaps at me for trying to hug me.

"Hiccup - she's been waiting for you on the bridge of Ares of Ares."

"If Sir Hardlett gets into Swarov, run in a hurry - hiss"

"At renovation the ship's name changed to Leviathan iv! Remember the ship's name exactly. Lower end!

A kick of a neatly turned synagogue enters the apprentice's groin before I finish.

... is it not crushed?

And is Leviathan's name okay with Ivanna?

"The winning factor was because the enemy was weak. The way the ship moves and the way the cannon is handled, it's really funny how heroic it is to beat something like that."

"What!? You keep complaining, and if you're unhappy, knock it off the ship..."

Speaking of which, Ivanna realizes she's already landed, and kicks Tristan's ass in a grumpy manner.

"Whatever, a complete victory over that number is not what you can do. Some of the enemies' provocations were mounted along the way... but I can appreciate not losing their cool at the heart"

(i) Ceclito to breathe.

"Big deal."

Ivanna peeled out her teeth and raged, but stepped back, realizing that she was well thought out and praised, and on second thought, arms down, realizing that she was not happy about anything being praised by Ceclito.

"It's a victory celebration. I coached an enemy apprentice soldier, which one of you?

When Secrito rings his finger, the boy and the girl come in threatened.

"Well, if you're a boy..."

Speaking of which, Ivanna began to intimidate Secrito after alternating between me and Tristan.

"By the way, how'd it go with these guys and the elves?

I jaw Leopold.

"Hmm, nothing can be done if you go out to the river like a land staff officer.... but it wasn't as free as rice"

I mean, you've helped.

"Water and wind manipulating elves are close to forbidden for sailors, but when you engage with your enemies, you cage them in the bottom - well, what happens if you dive underneath them during intense combat manoeuvres?"

Secrito points at the bow of the ship as it hits.

There were black-and-white mixed elves in a row - throwing up in abundance.

"The unfamiliar ship, the still moving battle, the most wobbly bottom of the ship..."

If you look at it, Eularen is also mixed up in her black-and-white lined ass.

I thought I'd say hello, but now I think I should avoid it.

Because Ivanna would have won without the elves' magic.

This would make the river feel safer.

After Ivanna's victory, the war situation began to move once and for all.

An enemy who should have been thorough in the protracted war abandoned the town and began withdrawing at once.

It was a move that seemed like a total defeat, but the enemy concentrated their forces near Alteria and began to see a northward movement.

"When they took the river, the time was over, and they decided to be ready for a big showdown...?

"Exactly. But I've given my enemies some time so far. You'll have a big, small hand."

That won't help.

My enemies aren't inferior demons either, so I think a lot about winning.

"Still, the showdown is easier to understand. This battle has gone on too long."

I like war, but it's just as good to be at peace and hold a woman around.

It's something that just gets tired of one side or the other.

No, I don't think women get tired of changing their performances.

"The Chief Military Officer has also sent out a circular to prepare for the showdown, avoiding any extra fighting."

"Oh, then let's just say I'm coming out with a little bit of seed. When you can rest too...... no, keep resting for 24 hours now unless you have my orders. Orders."

But I have to say, Leopold seems to be doing something a little bit.

Tristan doesn't have to say anything, but he keeps taking his time off.

Whoa, I left him in Swarov. I'll have it back later.

Bennell was waiting outside when I left the tent laughing.

"It's a good place to be caught off guard. That alarm will kill you."

Bennell wraps a muffler around my neck with an invincible voice, takes his arm and rubs his cheek.

"Then let's say we pick the buds of anxiety. I'll let you do it first, and then I'll break it, and I'll make you give in."

"You think I'm gonna break my heart doing assassins with a woman? When you're tired and you fall asleep."

Bennell laughs niggly, then pinches my arm with his own rich chest, cleverly takes his underwear off his skirt and makes him grip it raw and warm.

"... what are you kidding about"

Celia, who showed up with her coat, interrupts between Benel and me.

"I'll take care of your opponent tonight because there doesn't seem to be a fight. You must also jump into the Punishment Corps and be offended."

"Is that okay? If you deal with them and me in suspicion of loyalty... maybe that sword will come to you?

Benel tears and ears as he says provocatively.

"... and you"

Celia stares at Bennell and starts to bump.

"Long blonde hair... Slightly munchy in shape... sensitive and juicy... I love etsy even seriously and vulnerable to macho and giant roots... I can't believe I bothered to send a woman in the middle of Master Agil's taste as an assassin"

A pleasant atmosphere is also good to add.

Is this guy really an assassin in the first place?

"It's obvious. Outstanding training agency... third out of 50. We lost two people on the way, so we're out of 48, to be exact."

"So this is what southern Euglia would have known."

With the suspicious Celia in the margin, Bennell mixes fruit juice with the sake and gives it a good feel with the addition of water in moderation.

She's perfect for this kind of attention. It doesn't matter what you think. It's not the skills the assassin needs.

We enjoy drinking quietly and sometimes laughing and getting drunk.

Celia was in formation next to me, by the way, but she started shaking her head about half an hour after the start.

Bennell comes on all sorts of topics, snuggling up on me with a drunk, reddish face.

But instead of speaking unilaterally, he cares to make me feel comfortable talking.

"The ship I saw today was amazing - where did it come from?"

Ha, Swarov and Ares Abu - Leviathan iv will also be concerned because he is big.

"There were a lot of people with long ears."

has no chance of meeting an elf if he lives normally.

It would be natural to care if there were so many of them.

I'm talking about the king of Ares.

Talking about guildless is going to make the liquor smell like sweat.

Well, I don't think there was any guildless when we got her, but it's weird.

"My people are also unique - for example, that guy seems to like money, right?

"You mean Mac? No, he's not really into money. Most importantly, you're a pervert who says he likes sunburned women. I can't save you."

I feel comfortable talking with minor cursing and exaggeration from time to time.

I notice Bennell taking notes.

"What are you writing?

"Hmm? Nothing. I got drunk around... and it's time to torture him in bed... do you?

If it's nothing, I can't help it.

I grab a liquor bottle and blanket Celia who keeps rocking and then I can lay Bennell in bed......

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Private room for Empress Alteria, capital of Southern Euglia

"You've come well. Have a drink first."

I beg your pardon.

Maestas mouths the glass at Wilhelmina's suggestion.

But he just put a drop or so on his tongue without pouring that superb flavor down his throat.

What can I do for you, Your Majesty?

The man controls the lead before the empress says anything.

I'm just saying it's just a business matter of duty.

Wilhelmina doesn't break her tenacious smile, either, to her blatant attitude.

Just sharply change your eyes.

In contrast, Maestus makes his eyes gleam with a smile on its pristine face as well.

"- Then I will say it directly and singularly. Could you be the commander of the entire army on behalf of Zaphnes during the upcoming showdown? We need your talent."

"We apologize for your loss."

Exactly instant answer, no instant hesitation.

There is no change in Wilhelmina's smile, and Maestus smiles with a smile.

A blizzard of extreme cold Federation blizzards between a soothing afternoon smile.

"May I ask why?

"My genius is inferior to Lord Zaphnes. I don't have the strength to command the entire army."

Wilhelmina drinks tea lightly.

"I don't think so. You have enough talent to lead a great army. If necessary, ruthlessly pursue victory as the supreme. Isn't this the general's talent?

"I beg your pardon for the disrespect of denying your words. Lord Zaphnes deserves all the generals, I'm powerless."

Snowstorms increase strength.

"Isn't it up to you, the appointee, to decide that?

"Ruri. Remember, I'm the one who actually leads the soldiers."

They stare at each other, but smile downwards just saying Wilhelmina lost better.

"I'm already stubborn and in trouble. Please don't abuse my little girl."

Wilhelmina holds Maestas' hand.

"The emperor on the front line so to speak of the commander-in-chief in time of war. You should get the right interest. - What do you want?

Maestus' eyebrows move.

"Mountain wealth that allows you to buy a country, second place after me, or fame that strikes all over the Central Plains… on the contrary, it's possible to tailor a hero to be told next hundred years"

More white hands are layered on burnt hands in a man's yang.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. Rumor has it you're quite a lady lover. Then I can give you beautiful women from all over the country. Whether you are an official, noble, or a town girl in sight..."

Wilhelmina rides out a lot.

"Or... me?

For the first time, agitation runs on Maestus' face.

It's not a wilhelmina to miss.

"Don't you think I'm beautiful? The young empress, unfamiliar with men, is laid by an experienced you... stuffy, wheezy and disturbed like a canoe floating in torrents without the skill of becoming..."

Maestas grabbed Wilhelmina's shoulder.

"The more you joke about getting drunk. My heart stops when I'm cautious."

Maestas drinks up a glass of booze all at once before showing a stunning salute he can't complain about.

"Excessive appreciation over the great sire. I was impressed even though I understood it as a pre-war inspiration. At last, under His Excellency Zaphnes, the generals are in possession to challenge the showdown!

"Yeah, I hope so."

I smile without feeling grumpy or being angry that I was shamed.

Once again, Maestus' face was slightly distorted.

"Your Majesty, let me correct one last false rumor"

For a moment Wilhelmina makes an unexpected face.

Because I didn't think a man would want to talk extra.

"You can't even deny my abuse. If there is a gap, we ask for a woman, and we often let many of her samurai into joy."

"Well, it's nasty. Would you prefer hero colors? If you're a man like Lord Maestus, let's get together naturally, but you won't resent her much."

As opposed to Wilhelmina, who puts her hand on her mouth and laughs when she dulls, Maestas erases the makeup and laughter.

"I prefer women over women, but I hate women more than anything else. Now if you'll excuse me."

The door closes and Wilhelmina erases the laughter.

"Oh, I see. The type."

Wilhelmina bit her beautifully groomed nails and put her legs on the desk, no matter if she could see her underwear.

It was clear that it was irritating in a quiet tone.

"My apologies, Your Majesty."

Bisitacion faces more than the shadow of a curtain.

"Good. You have to think of the next hand than that. I hit some hands, but how's the tail?

"Regarding that..."

Bicitación suddenly kneels on the spot, about to say.

At the same time the door opened at the same time as the knock.

"I'm coming in -! Mm, did you have a client?"

"There's something missing to take, My Lord Zaphnes. I'll be out of here in a minute."

Visitación carefully bows his head and leaves the room.

"I heard about the defeat of the Navy! What kind of magic did you use at all... but I managed to make it"

Zaphnes happily spreads the paperwork to his desk.

"I panicked when I said I was going to recruit mercenaries from the Imperial Territory, but I see the barbarians on the border wouldn't even know our faces. The country is also quite rough in defeat. It would be great for slacking. That's 30,000 first."

Wilhelmina nods small.

Because I had made up my mind after everything had been figured out.

"Besides, they use demons they've grown accustomed to fighting. For the first time, Goldonia will eat bubbles! And the demons you use..."

"Six hundred land-based heads. Three hundred in the air. I'm ready to feed you."

Wilhelmina says with her elbow on her desk.

She also knew the existence of trump cards that Zaphnes wouldn't talk about, but she didn't have to talk about them on this occasion.

"Later is the team that bound the wizard? I struggled with collaborative training, but I finally got to the operational level. And then there's Alteria's main unit."

"We rendezvoused two days ago. We've already started marching."

Yes, he was. Zaphnes nodded that he was.

"At the end of the day... boy soldier? What a disgusting story, but I don't know how to do it this time. Give your parents and brothers the status they deserve or the money they deserve, and you'll have less to complain about."

"Like I did a month ago."

Zaphnes looks at Wilhelmina with his eyes burning in fighting spirit when he nods satisfactorily.

"Winning the showdown will erase all previous failures as well. Leave it to me, I've never lost the last, most pivotal battle of my life."

Dropping off Zaphnes leaving the room in a whim, Wilhelmina exhales a rough nose.

"I guess he came running to the central plains because he lost at the heart of it..."

"You still need to move on with this one"

Visitacion appeared again from the shadow of the curtain "

"Is the end good?

"It's good. Assassin... Bennell was captured" on schedule "and became a comforter. It's irregular, but they also send us information."

Benel's captivity was assumed from the beginning.

Only the pills that were given to her were actually slightly poisonous and a little swallowing did not lead to death.

"It's a woman with a hardlet preference in the middle. Come on. You'll be adored."

"Based on the information collected, we will set up a secondary adjustment. There is no certainty... but would it be profitable if we hooked up one or two people"

Wilhelmina flushes and reads and nods the information sent in seconds.

It was an uninteresting reaction to say that the information obtained through the plot of the bunk structure.

"By the way, you and Bennell were in sync with your training."

"Yes, she was quite good and I was wondering if the seat was number three."

Wilhelmina raises her mouth angle to Bisitación's reply.

"And you?

"Please don't be mean. I'm disqualified."

Bicitación frowns and re-fills Wilhelmina's tea.

"Congratulations on passing. That was a narrow gate."

Yes, only those who disappear along the way really pass in the training agency of the plot.

The latter, whether seated or not, was judged to be "the only way to use it as a throwaway pawn".

Graduation from training institutions to those involved in the plot in the first place and a clear background are just in the way.

"She was not brilliant. but it has a fatal flaw"

Wilhelmina urges the continuation in silence.

"It's too thick for love. Now you must be acting pleasantly to get into the hardlet, but you will definitely be heartbroken as you are held many times and spend time together. She couldn't be disqualified because of some training."

Bisitacion lifted the cat that was ringing at the window.

"Students are given kittens. And after a few months or so, you will be ordered to kill me."

Bisitacion pulls out his dagger and sticks it in front of the cat.

The cat is surprised and jumps out the window in a hurry.

"She couldn't do that. Driving to replace the corpse of a naturally dead cat was a big deal... but the training agency isn't as sweet as a small worker goes through"

"Hmm, so you don't even have to ask?

Bisitacion bows his head small and delivers a dagger.

"Bennell will not be far away from falling in love with the hardlet. Information will be delayed or deceitful."

"But that's fine. Because..."

Visitación continues.

"Benel's very existence is a ploy. Hardlett is an unmatched lady lover, and if she falls in love, she falls in love with a lot of him. And hurting hardlets on the battlefield is hard enough to pin down dragons..."

"Bennell doesn't. If you call me as a regular contact, I'll come from before you."

From the beginning Benel was not expected to play the role of assassin.

And the role of espionage as a simulation of assassinations was not expected either.

It was a three-step ploy she didn't even know about herself.

"Assassinate Bennell in due course, if possible in front of Hardlett..."

"Hardlet will get upset or lose his cool. If you can disturb one of the leading armies in Gordonia with conspiracy, you can dedicate a third seat."

Tea dries at an early pace.

"Don't let the third step notice you. Schedule a plot based on the information sent to you. Success or failure is well...... we'll see if we can afford it"

"I understand."

The showdown was imminent to my sight.

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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 State of White Capital (Evil God Mode)

Subordinates

Myra (Break) Celia (Drunk) Iridina (Break) Luna (Break)

Gido (fully healed) Porch (working) Leoporto (rest) Tristan (cleaning) Agor (excuse)

Yarkoff (fierce) Mac (upset) Jim (confused) Christoph (resistance) GUIG (scum)

Altair (Small Happiness) Laemia (Top)

Besides

Secrito (Tutorial) Ivanna (Bliss) T-99 (Observation) Brunhilde (Search)

Nurtia (research) Felteris (vomiting pleasure) Ijalis (vomiting) Eularen (vomiting)

Annette (Convinced) Piris (house arrest) Baroness Lucino-Escaote (photo) Seika (*)

Nesis (Play) Nasis (Play) Busco (Lower Species) Zilia (Stunning)

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.

Elf's collective, black 200, white 200.

Freshman Punishment Unit 200 ⇒ 250

Altair Divine Army 230

Terriers Fleet Battleship Swarov Battleship Leviathan IV (Temporary) Large Battleship 3 Medium Battleship 7 (All Temporary Repairs)

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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 70,000? + 30,000 Juvenile Soldiers

Cavalry group, 10,000.

Border Mercenaries ⇒ 30,000

Land Warcraft 600 Empty Warcraft 300???? One.

Subordinate Bravery Team ⇒ ∞

Property Gold Coins -10000

796 Experienced

69 children made to give birth +567

Location Near Alteria