Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Exactly in the corner of my head I understood it was set in a trap.

Still, the sword didn't stop.

When I realized it, I was sticking him in a straight line and swinging down the dual crater with all my strength.

You fully anticipated my attack. Maestas tried to recieve it at an angle with a shield at his leisure.

But my blow, left to anger, strikes from the oblique direction of the easy flow of momentum, but destroys the shield in pieces, to the cage hand of Maestus, who let go of his hand, and blows him backwards.

"Shameless monster power in the name of the devil! You don't even know how to flush it!

Maestus regains his posture as he slips down the ground, swinging his left hand down against me.

Basin and string playable sound, six released bolts. Everything's hit orbit.

But I don't move my trunk, I just grab one with my right hand toward my eyeball.

The five remaining pieces stab me in the shoulders, sides, and feet.

There is no pain, but the shock is transmitted.

Still, the raised muscles prevent and stop the bolts from reaching the organs and bones.

"All right, I hit it!

"That's just unavoidable at this distance!

Slash up the dual crater from the diagonal bottom, replacing it with your left hand, ignoring the enemy soldier's whirlpool.

"Damn!?

The horse body and arms of the spear cavalry slashing from the left.

At the same time, stab the dual crater to the ground for half a turn to the right, taking the two currently approaching spears to their sides.

"Well, that's not going to work."

The simultaneous attack of the crossbow and cavalry assault, if you had moved the crossbow excessively to avoid it, you would have taken a heavier blow.

One horse's body rises away from the horse, hesitant to let go of his gains.

The other rider throws down his spear diligently and pulls out his hips sword, slashing through my head.

There is no power on the slap.

Still, the iron sword that hit his head shredded his head's skin and his blood dripped.

No distressed voice, no evil spit. I don't do that for nothing.

Without turning around, I re-grab the spear I took and stick it out towards my back.

For some reason I saw clearly the enemy slashing my head off, barking and slipping backwards.

The tip hit from above the armor enters the body forcefully with a screw bend.

The enemy cavalry sticks straight into the line of allies and rolls off a suddenly stopped horse.

Then eyes meet with enemy soldiers lifted with spears.

The enemy seemed to have opened his mouth somewhat, but he didn't intend to talk.

Throw the spear straight up and skewer away enemy soldiers in the air to throw away every spear.

"Start the attack, take the square."

"Well, we have to move on, right? Can we go to the temple before our enemies crush us... here we go again..."

I hear Leopold and Tristan, and my army comes into an avalanche in a square made of explosives.

Occasionally, riot warfare starts all over there.

But there's only one thing I want.

That's the only one who wanted to order Benel's assassination.

There's no way he's going to lead a soldier in a riot. He's just looking at me.

There is no reward for words such as' Benel's hatred ',' If you can do it, do it ', etc.

I just turn to kill, and he laughs and invites me.

He walks up the dual crater, runs from his running feet to full sickness, and finally stomps and jumps.

"Fast. Sounds like a black wind!

It was a speedy jump that I had no experience with, but it was avoided at my leisure.

But it's not the end.

I can do more without waving up a sword that has been emptied and slapped on the ground.

The streets of Alteria were littered with stones, but the dual crater smashed thick stones into pieces as if they were sponge cakes, with shocks and fragments scattered in all directions.

"You can't even make an orc beat the ground and make it sound like it! What rigidity, what strength!

Maestus retreats in mild steps while raising his deaf voice to avoid fragments and shocks.

"Kill"

Step into your right foot with only one word leaking and stick out the sword pulled from the ground at the speed of thunder.

"You can't take it or flush it. Special poke, don't be a pain in the ass!

But this can also be avoided.

Forced to twist the flowing body, he steps in his left leg and squeezes it away with the back of his sword.

Maestas takes it with a diagonal sword and blows it away - no, he just jumped back and killed the shock.

……

Fragment flying from a shake all over you and a tweezer from a poke.

Not all four shots were towed, but when I crushed him, I let him go.

"Oh, here we go next."

Maestas' slaughter strikes alternately from left to right.

Slow. Slow as a Namekuji.

I pay lightly for slaughter with my sword and left hand.

- Oh, my God.

A poke strikes several times faster than a slaughter.

The first slash deliberately slows down the speed, and the soul dare to let the eyes get used to it and hit the prick of fate?

The tip of the sword is aimed precisely at my throat, and it hits my cage hand and breaks under pressure.

"It's too late."

How many times faster is the potato worm than the Namekuji, but what did you find out?

It's all put together. It's just too late. How fast is he?

Faster than words. Now my sword tip is going for his chest.

"It doesn't even make sense to change the speed and mess! Heavenly eyes on rigidity, this is exactly what a god is! Horrible!"

Maestus defeats heavily from hips to tops backwards to avoid poking.

Then my nail tip slipped into my jaw and my vision wobbled for a moment.

He took a distance as he rotated backwards three times into the gap and pulled out a new sword.

……

"Hmm, you picked up a life in a flash."

I took it off again.

My vision is already stained bright red, and I see slowly enemy allies fighting around, or even Iridina poking.

A lightly stepped foot crushes the road stone and plunges into the ground.

Nor is power the usual ratio.

He sure is fast.

Much faster than a quick Celia, it's harder to fight because it changes movement anomalously.

Still, I see all his movements.

Not only do I follow him with my eyes, but I move faster now than he does.

Power is incomparable.

I'm confident I can have my torso if it's even a blow.

Why can't I hit that?

Turn around in response to the sound of cutting the wind.

His thrown stone plunders his cheeks.

As soon as I put up my sword avoiding child deception, a stone with a ni eye hits my nose column and my nose bleeds out.

Hit.

Before he finishes, I rush.

Shake it down, shake it up, poke it, choke it off.

I don't hit a single shot.

"This is dangerous! Oh, I almost died! It's like a tornado!

Maestas turns left and dodges in amazement to provoke me.

"There are gaps!!

Then he suddenly bends over and leans his center of gravity in the opposite direction to the one he was turning and turns to fight back.

Of course my eyes were completely capturing the movement.

It was the moment I weighed in on my right leg with the intention of doing both.

"Huh!?

My body leans without stomping.

I didn't have any pain. How could my right leg - oh, I didn't feel any pain anywhere.

Maestus' eyes are open.

The floating appearance until earlier disappears, and the thrust released in any useless motion pierces the middle of my throat.

I grab the sword in my throat and crush it.

But he threw down his sword, took my arm to grab the sword, put it on his hip, and threw it away.

His hand releases as heaven and earth spin, and I dance the universe.

Strong impact on the head after two rotations in the air.

In front of you is a wooden barrel - did you stick it out of your head in a well stone?

At the end of the blurry vision, the allies' flags seem to be badly colored.

I can see the face I saw above the steps overlooking the square.

Wilhelmina and - you're a familiar old man.

"Zaphnes, come down here!

"- Secrito!?

Reinforce attitudes with instinct alone.

But his eyes and ears are blurred and unstable because of a thoughtful bump to his head.

"Are you running away again? You've had a lot of escape habits."

"Horrible, there is no reason to ride such a cheap provocation. I, the Supreme Commander, can only make sense if I remain in command. What good is it to stay here?"

I can also hear Celia screaming mixed with the reward of Secrito and the old man's words.

But I can't hear the content due to bad and intense tinnitus.

"Then let's go back to sleep if you beat me. To your men or to your slaves... or slash your hands and feet off and put them in a meat bag."

"Do you blaspheme like that to a woman in love! But victory here is the whole victory, the opportunity I deserve to get out!

"... the guy who looked down. Don't you relieve the Commander-in-Chief of his duties?"

stroke the stabbed throat of the sword.

You got a hole in your trachea. There's blood and air leaking.

But the amount of bleeding is known and the artery has not been hit.

"Oh, Lord Zaphnes, will you join us in the war! This is a place of showdown, let's not worry about fighting! You don't have to worry about the sanctuary of a man or the sound of a female fox."

Anger rekindles in the delightful Maestus voice, causing his body to drive it.

It's somewhat hard to breathe, but I can still fight.

I lost some blood and got a little bit of thought back...

"Oh yes, Hardlett. That woman."

Maestus says as he looks down at me.

"I'm the one who ate the virgin. I'd look good, wouldn't I? When I asked her to bed, she turned bright red and lit up. It sounded funny when I pierced it without any foreplay. I wish I could have played again before I killed him."

The blood vessels in your head make noises and swell.

I also forget to pick up the dual crater, stick my hands forward and run towards Maestas.

Round hips, maybe, but what did you find out?

Even if they pierce your heart, I'll grab you and drag your brain out.

My ears are pulled from behind me when I roar by flying blood reflexes from my mouth and throat.

"Ko, this -"

And it sounds adorable even though it's dodgy in my ear.

"You asshole -!! Get back to your sanity. Muscle mastery!! Do-grade idiot! Meat stick man! I like women! Leak man!

A tall voice penetrates through your ears to your brain, and your body trembles with fright.

You're the last one.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Looking back, it was Celia on her back.

"Oh, asshole... muscle mastery? Idiot... meat stick man...?

I get punched in the cheek with basili.

"Finally, I'm addicted to a whorehouse! I'm a muscle fool to the brain!

I can't chase understanding.

Am I cursed and cheeked by Celia?

That cute Celia... you mean she lined up my bad mouth?

I can see my head getting cold rapidly.

The red color disappears from my sight.

I don't know about your intention to kill Maestas, but your thoughts come back.

Notice it's round hips, roll over to the side and pick up the dual crater.

"Ugh!?

And then the pain comes back.

Pain in the body, and most importantly severe pain in the throat and right ankle, left hand is also vastly fleshed out.

Then the head that I hit earlier also hurts.

Wherever you move your body, it hurts, not to the extent that it interferes with the battle.

"But I got the motionless part."

"Good, I'm back. You'll be punished later."

The surrounding conditions also come to see.

"Well, haven't your arms faded yet? It was a surprise."

"Pull it out! You're the devil in the fight!

An old man who looks familiar with Secrito is fighting beside him.

The old man seems to beat Ceclito with his power, but he is bewildered by Ceclito, who switches to hook claws in the air and strikes at each other in a variety of ways while shooting each other with a sword he holds with his prosthetic hand.

I guess I'm pretty strong because I'm in a decent meeting with Secrito, though.

The overall flag color has also changed from disadvantage to mutual.

I guess Leopold and the others are struggling.

I stroke Celia's head and confront Maestus again.

"Well, how did Bennell die? Did you suffer from spitting blood reflexes?

"I'll put you in my neck and then I'll tell you"

I step in with my left foot, not my badly moving right foot, and I get slashed.

"I see. Don't you want to ride anymore"

Maestus joins me with his sword and recieves it at the perfect time.

Looks like the power that was being multiplied by anger has gone back to normal and allowed for a recirculation.

But still...

"Huh!"

I dare to spin the sword that has been flushed one big time to get rid of the height of my neck.

"Shit!"

Maestus dodges in a quick motion, but his cheeks drift away and his blood flows.

The force and speed decreased, but it was plundered by the first blow.

"Well, you can read it if you just go in and wield your sword."

I kick in front of Maestus for breaking my attitude.

He took it with both cages but couldn't kill the power, rolling down the ground as he took the passive.

I really want to chase you here, but I can't get my right leg out, so I just have to put it back together.

Maestus was able to evade all attacks that were supposed to be much faster and heavier because he was prefetching them and taking evasive positions before I moved.

I was leaving myself to anger, and all I could do was attack while my body was flowing.

I didn't dare to make wasted moves like I do now, nor did I give a less powerful forekick instead of a sword.

Maestus is undoubtedly a master accustomed to the battlefield.

Avoid how fast if you know 'Here's what's coming next'.

If I had fought like that, I would have definitely been killed.

"If I lost my intelligence, you'd be finished!

I shake up the dual crater and let the force do the trick.

He sees this as unacceptable and dodges it backstep.

If you keep your instincts up, your next attack will be to lift your off sword and thrust it with force, or to hit your body with momentum.

"How about this?

I dare twist my body and wave my sword to the side on the spot.

Of course, I don't hit the guy who backed off with a gibberish or anything.

Fate is the sand that winds up with feet rubbing the ground as it spins.

Sprinkle the sand with military shoes and hit Maestus in the face.

And he hit me in the shoulder in the gap...

"Gu!"

Jump back without being able to do it.

It was a brilliant counterattack poke.

Maestus had his face well protected with his arms.

"If you're on dry ground, sanding is basic."

I laugh niggly.

He also knows how to fight thieves.

"Next time, come with me."

"I don't have to be told."

Maestus is slaughtered.

More than Celia's fast attack comes after taking a stand in a dull, amateur-like motion.

It's really troublesome to look at in a vegan state.

I can't dodge him in time, and his sword rips my shoulder in pieces.

"Guuuuuuu!!

I leak my anguished voice into the pain and fall back.

He will naturally wield two machetes to stab a stop.

That's where my full swing is at the counter......

I didn't hit it.

After he cut off my shoulder, he missed a great opportunity to rebuild it.

"I had a bad feeling about it. I'm sorry."

Intuition is also a big deal.

"Let's admit it. You're a master."

Even now that I'm wounded, the force prevails over me. I wouldn't be losing speed either.

But in terms of tactics, unfortunately, he has his share.

Then we have decided how to fight.

Let's get ready.

"I'll decide next. We're going from the front."

I hold the sword with one right hand and shake it wide back.

The whole body is filled with gaps, but the fastest blow can be fired.

"Hmm... a blow fight? Let's be good."

A delightful colour appeared on Maestus' face for a moment, but soon replaced it with a disgusting grin.

"Let's go."

"Come."

I dare to step out of my ill-moving right foot and accelerate sharply from my next left foot step.

Maestus doesn't move a step the other way.

Open your eyes by sticking the sword in your hands out to your front eyes.

You can't take a blow all over me.

So he would dodge the blow of divine speed backstep and aim at my neck defenseless where it was emptied.

"Eat!!

I wield my sword and scream in vain.

He moves his center of gravity back too... here.

I throw it at him without waving my sword down.

Throwing is a range infinite thrust, inevitable in the backstep.

"I guess."

But Maestus instantly returns his center of gravity, swinging his sword as he steps in and plays the dual crater.

Throw a sword and you're completely defenseless. A punch will hit my face.

I take the thrust with my bare hands.

There is no rush for Maestas.

It's a double edge for this.

He gently pulls the sword and then pushes it in again.

A double-edged sword rips open his palm and slips. That's right. I can't even grasp it.

"Then I'll let you stab me."

Hold him with both hands over the sword and lead him to an empty armor hole at some point in the fierce battle.

"What!?

The sword protrudes deep into my belly.

Rip the skin, choosing the meat, right before it reaches the gut.

I can put my mind to my abs where the tip of my sword stabbed me deeply in the belly.

My muscles tighten and I hold my sword in my belly.

Sometimes even a concomitant soldier can fall out when he puts a sword in his belly.

If you can use my muscles, you won't get out first.

Maestus instantly gives up his sword and tries to pull out a short knife on his hip.

I won't give you that kind of room.

I slap my bloody hands on his chest.

"Huh!

Air falls out of his lungs and his consciousness flies for a moment.

That's settled.

I pull his sword out of my belly and stick it in his belly.

"Damn!!

Unlike when I was, the sword pops through my guts and out of my back.

Maestus pukes a lot of blood and puts both knees to the ground, and the short knife falls to the ground powerless.

It's settled.

"Maestus - Until you..."

The old man groans, and Secrito kicks over there.

At the edge of my sight, Wilhelmina, with a bitter face on her beautiful face, glances at me and leaves.

"My Lord Maestas... what can I do..."

"Your Majesty has also retired... as soon as possible Arteria is better than renouncing..."

Maestas is dead. Wilhelmina escaped. Now it looks like the enemy's morale has collapsed.

"But as soon as possible..."

An old man closes his eyes towards Secrito.

"It's an old friendship. Let's make a mistake."

At that moment when Secrito shook up his sword, the old man suddenly hugged Secrito and kissed his lips.

"What does this guy do!!

The old man, shaken off by a rash, runs away as he rolls.

Ceclito, whose initial start-up has been delayed, cannot be followed, containing water in his mouth several times and spitting it out before continuing to spit on the ground.

"No way the Empire will fail, etc... but this guy can't be the only one left alive!

A small pain runs on my neck muscle.

Looking back, it looks like the three men in the hood... blew an arrow at me.

"Damn, it's the poison of a Xaretoad! If you take it, your whole body will be paralyzed in seconds, and you will vomit blood and die in less than a minute -"

Celia and Secrito at the edge of her sight, and Leoporto are turning blue.

Receive any concerns you may have from outside of Leopold.

I pull out a needle stuck in my neck in a slow motion and laugh niggly.

My whole body, especially my groin, is tingly paralyzed, but I can't move.

The two men in the hood group run away with their faces warped by fear, but the last one is reloading the blow arrows.

It just can't hit a second shot from the front or anything.

"Wait, you"

My heart rattles. It's not the poison.

Because you looked familiar on the face you could see from the hood.

"You... get Benel..."

The woman who stabbed Bennell in front of me and ran away.

There was no sight stained with anger, no loss of reason.

Before that happened, I was jumping on a woman and holding her to the ground.

I can't contain my intent to kill.

At the end of Bennell, while he was spraying blood, why? It revives me when I ask.

"Why did you kill him? He didn't betray me."

……

The woman does not answer.

Close your eyes all the time telling you to kill him quickly.

He's like an assassin's sample.

If I hadn't killed Benel, I would have forgiven him and freed him, or offended him and thought about doing it to my woman, too.

I lay my hands on the woman's thin neck silently.

A luxurious neck thinner than my arm, lighter in weight, and smaller in height than Celia.

It is easy enough to press and break the cervical vertebrae like this, or to smash and crush the head enough to step on the weed.

Or if you want to suffer, you can give him the blow arrow on his neck instead.

"You hate me, you want to kill me, you want to kill me."

He wants to kill a woman for the first time since he broke up with Lucy.

But when you do that, something important breaks.

Instinct tells you to kill, intelligence tells you not to kill.

"... uuuuuu. Whoa!!"

I grab the woman's neck by force, and the woman closes her eyes hard when she's ready.

"Higgoooo!!

A woman gives a screaming and distressing voice.

Because I bit deep into my neck.

It's not the kind of sweet bite you do when you're in a situation.

It's not like eating through the skin, biting enough to bleed - or killing the flesh.

I push my face hard as I bite the woman's neck, and the woman loses consciousness because of pain and breathlessness.

"... tie it up. You don't have to be nice."

I try to wake up calmly to Celia.

It is only natural as a wise general that intelligence prevails.

And there will be no one around us.

"... is the farce over?

The origin of a mild voice like a tear is Maestas, rolled on his back.

"Give me something good to kill. It's not a woman or anything."

The floating tone remains the same, but the voice is bitter and small.

The sword that stood in my stomach seems to have been pulled out by myself, but the contents are zero on the ground.

Early death is decisive.

Even the surrounding battlefields were settled.

It would be good enough to go along with the last bullshit.

"You're a funny guy... too weak for a woman... she's gonna stab you in the back one day"

Maestas just laughs at me pointing her finger and saying she's delightful and irresistible when she's not answering anything.

"And now you see, to my sister...... haha!!

I feel pain and shock in my back.

If you look at it, you must have escaped again because of the fighting. Piris was burying his face on my back.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

Pilis' hand was gripped with a dagger and he was standing on my back.

You look like you're about to say something with your face up, but you don't seem to say too much excitement.

Nevertheless, this pain is coming out of my muscles.

Little Pilis is good...... yeah, same as me in the situation.

"That's anger and power."

As I say, I fall to the depression.

It's not just Piris' blow.

The wounds that have been inflicted so far have created so much blood that we can no longer stand.

If Piris had struck another blow, she would have easily been killed, but she would sit next to Maestas with her dagger thrown away and her hands trembling like an old man. The expression is despair and sadness.

"My allowance... my stomach is torn, my guts are sticking out... how can I... my brother-in-law... help my brother-in-law..."

Pilis breaks his own clothes and makes bandages to do something about it, but Maestus bounces unnecessarily.

"After the death battle to decide the whereabouts of the war... it was supposed to come out squeaky like you."

Maestus changes his bright and floating attitude toward me and says in a tone he doesn't like in his heart.

"My brother-in-law, how could you do that...... because Piris... and your father are different!?

"Was he still a brother and sister?"

Pilis is Maestus' squire but his belly-in-law...... something I knew from every part of the conversation.

"That's right! Kill my brother-in-law for good... I won't forgive you... - Yikes!?

Maestus grabs the collar of Piris holding the dagger and draws

It's not a move to embarrass my sister. It's a caged move of genuine hostility.

"Don't do anything extra, Piris. We fought as hard as we could, and I lost. Hardlett won. Then I will die and hardlet will live. You're going to ruin it with a feminine sentiment."

This guy seriously hates women. He's totally out of line with me.

"I'll tell you because it's the end of the line. Me and you are not a belly wreck. A true brother and sister."

"What!? But since my mother remarried..."

Maestus spits a bloody spit.

"Hmm. You know our Gotagota, right?

"Yes. My mother was born in the Viscount family, my brother-in-law's father left the Knight family, and you two were married and given a brother-in-law... but now my brother-in-law has succeeded me. My father from the Count Diga family has lost his wife... after a cross affair with my mother, he has applied for a remarriage and my mother has accepted it... and now I'm talking about a house I can't go back to."

It's a dreary story, but status is one of the attractions of men.

"My father challenged the Count to a duel and died pitifully when it involved honor even if he took his wife in silence. Right."

"Yes...... so my brother-in-law and I are brother-in-law and sister-in-law with different fathers"

Maestus spits again.

"You're not. Mother...... that slut cheated on Uncle Digga before she got married, no, she was a mistress. I was the seed that hit me at the time, and she didn't like being an unmarried mother and married my father. So you and I are the same as my father and mother, just to say brothers and sisters. Then the Count who lost his wife made that woman his posterior wife... it was a matter of decency that he stepped in. I don't know what kind of seeds I planted before marriage."

Pyris is less hardened of a shock.

Still shook his head and held Maestus's hand.

"Still... I admire you, brother. As a sister, as a woman."

But Maestus gave away his hand, and spat out his blood.

"Why do you hate women so much? Is it because my mother abandoned your father and entered the Count's house!?

"That's not all. That whore cheated on you even after you were born, and it was even hilarious to shake a servant's meat stick next to you."

Piris' face is distorted.

"It was my father's final period that was decisive. My father, who truly loved that woman, was not strong enough, but he tried a duel despite his arms enough to still take one from me."

The result was defeat. It's pathetic, but I had no choice because I didn't look at my strength.

It would be harder to blame the woman.

"The day before the duel, my father told me. 'I lose but I fight to show how I loved my wife'. And 'I'm going to send you out fast in case you win'. I thought it would be happier for her to enter the Count's house than the poor aristocrats."

Quite a man though......

"But just before the duel, that woman fed her paralysis pills! Not at the earl's behest, of his own free will! In case my father wins, I won't be able to saddle him to the Count's house! My father took the sword in his sight, which was sumptuous with medicine, but he was slashed away with one knife"

"Oh, no..."

Not really.

The man fought to show his love for his wife, but she wanted the man's defeat from the bottom of her heart.

"A woman has no idea of a man's determination or aesthetics. They're going, gold, a filthy bag full of vanity! It's about their value and the wet holes that handle their sexuality.

Maestus throws up a lot of blood.

They're finally close to the last time.

"... so I fell in love with His Excellency Zaphnes. Be glorious... be a hero... be bound by your aesthetics... fail... laugh... anger... abandon... isn't it beautiful? That's the man. That's the man. It equals Wilhelmina and other filth that just moves with the intention. Just like me."

Maestus reaches out to me.

"I'm glad you killed me. I'm glad I'm a stupid man like you. Good thing he's a stupid human smelling man..."

"Idiot, I'm on the woman's side everywhere. I'm not calling you."

I wave that hand away, but Maestus is forced to grab it and laugh nicely.

"... I will not tolerate"

I can hear Piris lowly.

"Ah?"

Maestus returns it with a caged voice of hostility, but immediately peels his eyes and is surprised.

Because Piris was ripping his pants off with a dagger.

"What are you going to do?"

"It's what I found out. Good, brilliant, gentle, leaving your best brother's seeds for generations to come."

When my pants rip, I get an upside down stench.

During death, it is not uncommon for the body to spit out its sperm on its own.

"Stop it, it's dirty"

Maestas tries to push Piris away, but she doesn't move like a stone.

He opens his mouth silently, slams his roots, and goes back and forth several times before becoming a horse rider.

"Ugh! Yikes, it hurts...... but I'm glad, give my brother my purity...... the membrane breaks...... ahhh!

The distressed voice leaks.

Maestas meat bars are quite large. That's what Piris was forced to screw.

I can hear the virgin ripping so far.

"It's not good for an idiot to get pregnant with a child of a cripple. Anyway, if you open your crotch to the hardlet, you'll get all the women you want."

Then Piris slaps the wound and Maestus groans.

"There's no profit! I'm giving birth to my favorite brother's child! I'm leaving my favorite brother for future generations!

When the shock of the loss of her virginity subsides, Piris whispers in Maestus's ear by knocking her body down as she waves her hips.

"When I was six years old, you played all night with me, who was treated like a tumor all I could. That's when I realized I wanted to."

"I didn't want to go to dinner. I just gave you up and used you as an excuse."

Pilis speaks to distract the pain caused by the giant roots he has been forced to accept.

"When I was ten, you hit me in the children's home where you bullied me. That's when I realized I was in love."

"I didn't like my stupid son over there. I just wanted to hit you once for a reason."

Piris' face starts to get upset.

"When I was 14... I went to my room to play a new game with my brother... in bed with Baroness Panese... and then he gave me a gentle kiss that made me cry in shock. That's when I realized my passion."

"It would have been a hassle. I was just trying to confuse you and keep your mouth shut."

Piris stops moving.

"Still, it's an important memory! Shut up and let the seeds out without denying it!!

Pilis waves back at the whore as well as the coward.

My stomach is booming with giant roots, but I don't mind.

"Get it out, brother! Let the seeds out before you die! Give me your brother's life! Pregnant your real sister with a treacherous breed!

"Stupid...... sister...... Ugh!!

Maestas' hips jump and he hears the sound of intense ejaculation.

Literally the last ejaculation, life itself, is pouring into Piris.

"Your brother... comes in... your brother's life... comes in..."

Maestus called out to me as he ejaculated into his real sister's womb with his last force.

"This fucking stupid sister... I'll do it to you... toy with it properly... take care of it if you feel like it..."

The light begins to disappear from a man's eyes.

"By the way... What a woman Benel...... I don't know. I heard about the spy and the fucking empress... just..."

Maestus' jaw falls off cak.

My life is gone.

"My favorite brother is dead...... but it's ok...... because he's here...... because he's still in my stomach...... hahahaha"

Piris keeps waving his hips over Maestus, who turned into a corpse.

"I'm back, Agil - why are you hurt like this -!! This woman!! I'll rip you to pieces!

Celia is back.

Look at me fall in and put your sword to Piris.

"I'm fine. I just bled flashy, no problem."

It's really pretty bad.

The pain has disappeared in a different way than earlier.

"But this is the guy with the stab wound on his back. - Ugh! To this guy's corpse!?

Piris is riding on a dead maestus, waving his hips as he repeatedly kisses.

Same as Bennell or maybe more.

I killed a man I admired and scorched for years before my eyes.

"... have you gone mad?

"It's my business. Take good care of him."

I can hear a whisper in the distance.

Alteria, the southern Eugenian capital, has fallen.

"Bennell -"

I lost consciousness before I heard what Celia said.

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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 (Weight)

Subordinates

Myra (mild) Celia (transport struggle) Iridina (intact) Luna (severe)

Gido (ecstatic) Porch (injured exit) Leoporto (post treatment) Tristan (exhausted) Agor (severe illness)

Yarkov (Seriously Injured) Mac (Heavy Duty) Gym (Mild Disease) Christoph (Intact) GUIG (Suspected)

Altair (solicitation of believers) Laemia (processing)

Besides

Secrito Ivanna T-99 Brunhilde Return

Nurtia (treatment) Felteris (excitement) Ijalis (fruit) Eularen (fruit)

Annette (rest) Piris (madness) Baroness Lucino-Escaote (silence) Seika (silence)

Nesis (silence) Nasis (silence) Busco (birth) Zilia (allowance)

Army Southern Gordonia

Protagonist Affiliation

Escort 53 ⇒ 25

Infantry 4000 ⇒ 2000

Cavalry 500 ⇒ 250

Archers 530 ⇒ 250

Artillery 360

Bow Cavalry 6800 ⇒ 5000

Independent Celia Team 400 ⇒ 150

Conscription + security forces 9500 ⇒ 4500

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

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Reinforcements/Friends

105 Troops 3500 ⇒ 2500

Elf's collective, black 200, white 200.

Freshman Punishment Unit 300 ⇒ 100

Altair Divine Army 230 ⇒ 500

Terriers fleet battleship swarov battleship leviathan iv (provisional) large battleship 3 medium battleship 7

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Allied Forces

The Royal Army in the West, 35,000 ⇒ 15,000

Conscript 40,000 ⇒ 20,000

Eastern side

20,000 regular enemy soldiers? ⇒ 3,000?

Conscript 70,000 ⇒ 10,000? 10,000 boy soldiers?

Cavalry group 6,000 ⇒ 500?

Border Mercenary Corps 10,000 ⇒ 0 (contract waived)

Land Warcraft 100 ⇒ 0 Empty Warcraft 300 ⇒ 0

Nettie pripriprio lizard ⇒?

Subordinate Bravery Team ⇒ 5000

Property Gold Coins -10000

797 Experienced

69 children made to give birth +567

Location Alteria