Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Soon the Royal Palace of Malt was surrounded by crowds.

It is not a gathering at the front, etc., but buried with people all around it.

"Celestina Sire -!!"

"Whoo-hoo!! You saw me!

"Silly me. I'm five centimeters taller than you. Your Majesty was brought to our attention!

"Don't make me stupid! There is nothing more remarkable than the bald head of Non on this occasion. They cared about this one. It's settled!

The people seem to be more pleased with Celestina's return than with the joy of being freed from occupation.

"What an easy weed to handle."

Secrito shows up by kicking through the door he was blocking.

Being alarmed, Guig was bounced off and stopped pounding his head on the floor.

She tries to line up beside me, but she holds her nose and takes a quick backstep to distance herself.

I don't feel anything because my nose is broken because of the sewer and demons, but they smell pretty bad.

I almost stuck it all over my body into a filthy demon, so I can't help it.

"Who's next in line? That shiny one."

"The prostitutes said something. What about Golden... waving more at His Majesty than that."

"I envy you next to Your Majesty"

The cheer keeps getting louder.

"Uh, uh..."

Celestina, who was waving at the folks for now, sees this one.

You want me to tell you what to do.

"Tell him how you came back. Let me introduce you to this stinking man exaggerate."

Secrito advises Celestina on my behalf.

Then I get something snagged from my head.

This smell is... rose perfume. Is it the stock solution or does it smell amazing?

Celestina embarks on herself when she replies very honestly.

"Stop whispering, Your Majesty will say something."

You're gonna miss hearing His Majesty's pretty voice.

The cheer stops and the silence comes to the city.

Only Celestina's voice, which is never loud, sounds clear.

She first apologized that she was the only one running away.

And hearing that citizens would be executed, that they jumped out without a decent plan.

That the villagers who became prostitutes helped me to get here...

There is no exaggerated beauty phrase.

From time to time I make a mistake in grammar, re-saying what's weird now, biting my tongue and honking, and still desperately appealing to the people as I move my hands with wax.

"Your Majesty, what can I apologize for, our lovely sire?"

"You are here intact. That's everything. Everything's a perfect happy ending."

Tears come to Celestina's eyes when a word or two reply comes back from the people.

But I guess you thought you shouldn't cry. I wiped my tears with a shitty sleeve and returned a full sun grin to the people who replied.

"Heh, heh... hmm"

"Oh, I have nothing to remember anymore. Buddha."

The two laugh-oriented men are extremely impressed and fall.

"Your Majesty, it's time to introduce you"

Monica speaks to Celestina as she looks at me.

"Yeah! Uh, this was my brother...... it wasn't. Someone who helped my concubine... yeah... eh"

I happen to get stuck in words. I guess pure she's not used to lying or deluding.

Let's say a dirty adult throws up.

"I am the Golden Lager. He is a golden knight who appears when the Kingdom of Malt is in danger."

The silence comes when I scream. It's a very nasty silence, unlike when Celestina was here.

It's the silence of a drunk blowing a horror in a liquor store when he says, 'What is this guy not an idiot?'

But you can't stop here. Lies are most ugly to compromise along the way.

"The first generation of the Kingdom of Malt led the orthodox Queen of Malt to the land in order not to defeat the evil empire and free the people under the covenant with Queen Reiki. It's all better than the ancient Mort legend tells us. I am the hero of salvation!

Decided. Decided with majesty.

Lies would also be no less convincing than the truth if they shouted so grandiose.

The stillness begins to mingle with silence.

"The first King Pilsner of Malt is a man, isn't he? Surely he was entrusted with the land as the deputy of a neighboring power, and should have been independent because that country had been exterminated by civil conflict"

"A malt legend is when an old man cuts a glowing tree in a mountain, there's a big beautiful woman from inside... right?

"Is he okay with his head? Above all, I can't believe there's such a strange thing next to His Majesty..."

How about that? I'm out of a mess because I said so appropriately.

I thought there was about a legend like that, but it seemed like there was only a peaceful story everywhere.

As it is, it suddenly comes out and becomes a rare dusk of a generation that blew a horror in front of all the citizens of Biard.

"You're right!!

Celestina comes in looking like she's watching.

"Brother - this man helped his concubine to lead us this far! Hear the unthinking concubine's impotence, support the concubine who can't do anything, encourage and help over and over again... you've brought me this far!

I guess I can say it from the bottom of my heart because there are no lies in that part. There is no point in saying it.

Celestina breathes heavily and raises her hands.

"Everyone applauds the Golden Lager, the hero of the Redemption -!"

"I'm not sure, but if Your Majesty says so, I guess I'm not wrong. Whoo-hoo!!"

"I don't know, but there must have been legends like that. Long live the Golden Lager -! Long live the hero!!

A full drink glorifies me.

Looks like Celestina managed it.

"I want to thank this person, and I want everyone to listen to me. Uh, something now..."

Celestina looks here.

"Um, bath. I want a woman later."

"Phew. Bath and girl -" Yikes!

Before I finish, Monica blocks Celestina's mouth and kicks me in the heel.

"Please don't let His Majesty make a lowly proclamation!!

I'm sorry.

"Uh... just happy to see the smile of the Maltese people... so be it"

It's a shame.

Now for my next speech.

Celestina turns a blind eye to the Southern Eugrian soldiers and guards who are being held by the people.

"I want you to let the soldiers go. The battle is over, and I want you home."

"Come on, we got a rub here. I don't know what will happen."

Secrito looks like he's having fun with me.

I guess so.

Somehow we hold ourselves down until now, and in this battle we tell the people to just let the enemy soldiers with their swords run away.

It was taken for granted that the people would be reluctant...

"There you go. Thank you for your mercy."

"Don't come again. We hate fighting."

Without hesitation of fine dust, the people untie the rope.

"... what?

Enemy soldiers as well as Secrito alternate between the people and Celestina with a flashing face.

"Bye-bye. Come next time without weapons."

Enemy soldiers wave back at Celestina unexpectedly, turning back to me and running to the gate at a glance.

"Your Majesty, some enemies are still standing and caged with weapons."

At the tip of the people's fingers there was only a few places where the southern Eugrian flag stood as the Malt flag flied across the city.

"Phew, Phew."

Celestina looks at me again.

"Good if you surrender. If you don't, a man kills a woman."

"What are you willing to make me say savage things from His Majesty's mouth!

Monica pisses me off once in a while.

"... yeah dude! We all know it. Sing peace songs!

Celestina's decree pushes the people to the resistance facility.

The enemy tries his last resistance, but the people don't go in, they don't fire.

I just surrounded the facility and started singing out loud.

"Drop your sword and hunt for golden wheat, put your bow down and whisper love, let's stop the feud and sip beer till morning...... that's a song like shit"

You were expecting the extermination of the enemy. Secrito is in a bad mood.

An arrow flies sparsely from the enemy formation, injuring some of the people.

Still, I won't let my anger set me on fire. On the contrary, the surrounding singing doubled.

"He's out."

A group of enemy soldiers, about fifty of them, came out all the time.

The people surround them as they sing, moving in the direction of the gate as if to guide them.

The enemy couldn't possibly break through either, so he didn't resist, and went to the gate to be pushed by the waves of men, pushed straight out of the city.

And the moment the last one went outside the gate, a bursting cheer echoed.

After a truly peaceful and sweet last, the reign of southern Euglia is over.

……

Secrito looks grumpy, no. He looks at Celestina as if she were intimidating.

I put on my cheek that there would be nothing to be angry about.

"Dirty. Don't touch it"

My heart has been wounded.

Celestina talks again.

"Let's all fix a broken house. Refill the treaded fields and try your best to harvest the wheat!

There is a loud cheer for each of her voices.

There's nothing in Celestina's story.

It does not inform the priorities, as Adolf did, nor does it direct efficient movements, nor does it give any specific notice of support.

I'm just repeating, good luck, good luck.

No talent, no experience, no motivation in internal affairs. Seems like a pointless speech from me.

- But.

"My concubine too...... good luck...... help...... uuuuu!

Celestina lifted the scoop, which had been left on the roof, but flinched to see if it was heavier than expected, and Monica rushed to support it.

A voice close to screaming comes from the people.

"Ah, Your Majesty, please stop! It would be tough if I even dropped it on my leg!

"Please don't be impotent because I work sixteen hours a day instead of Your Majesty."

"Oh my God, I've got twenty hours!

"What!? I'll be working 25 hours!

I feel a rising hegemony.

Reconstruction will proceed rapidly.

No matter how inefficient, no matter how strange the order of priority, if this number of people do it with the whole body, they can cover it all.

"This is what happens when you just lift one scoop, not tie it up with fear, not fish with gold? If the other kings, lords, saw it, they wouldn't want to scream it was a squid."

Celestina continued to wave to the people who would get to work quickly, cheering.

Then they would go to their respective workplaces, defying the flow of the people, and one man would come closer.

In an unnatural move I step forward and block the ray from the man to Celestina.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

But the man stepped forward and knelt with the flirtatious instead of releasing something.

"Yeah? What?

Celestina makes a face out of my side without alarm.

It's dangerous, but at this distance, I don't care what that man does.

"I'm... their... get ahead of me... ooh"

The man lays his head on the ground and begins to cry.

I couldn't hear you, but I got a good idea.

"Turner."

From the looks of it, it's a typical evil deputy with plenty of tummy in a busco line of scrupulous work.

"They ordered me to come out, like me, and I... I..."

The man who drools his nose and cries is ugly, but at the same time impressive.

It is common for a diver to be killed when the reign is over, and to escape with the occupier before that happens, or to hide in the clouds if that is not possible. I didn't expect to come out as dignified as this guy is clean.

"Punish me, Your Majesty! I... betrayed you and malted you..."

"It's a gut to kill."

Celestina wouldn't tell you to kill this guy either.

But is it not good to blame those who have conveniently turned?

"Overnight with my wife and daughter."

Monica is poking her dagger as she looks back uncomfortable with the armor connection.

I mean my eyes, so let's keep them around here.

Celestina looks at me and Monica like they're in trouble, then turns to the man and breathes in.

"Ugh...... OK! Sooo...... COLLA!! Bad boy!

Cute rage hits a man.

"That's it. I already forgive you."

It's a sunny grin jumping into the eyes of a man who slowly raised his face.

The scrupulous evil deputy kept spraying the juice out of the holes in his face with a disgusting look that he didn't know if he was crying or laughing, and he kept crying oily.

A few hours after that, I was bathing water from my head in armor in a backyard well in the Royal Palace.

Because some Biards probably know my face.

"The water you bathed is loess. How dirty was that?"

Did the dirt come back to your sense of smell, or vice versa, the stench starts to snort.

"But the sight of washing your back with cloth while still on a full plate would be really unusual"

I pour a large amount of water inside through the peephole in my head as I say.

Fortunately, the body stains aren't terrible because of the armor, but the smell is relentlessly stained.

I don't even hold a woman like this.

There's a noise coming from behind.

"Dear Golden Lager, hero of the Redemption"

That's a long time. A lager is fine.

"Bye, Master Lager"

It was the woman who showed up.

Large breasts pushing clothes up into brunettes stretching up to their hips, long, white feet peeking through short skirts.

"What can I do for a beautiful woman like you?

Beauty tilts her neck to sweeten silently.

Do you want to be held?

A colorful exhale leaks when you hold a beautiful woman's shoulder.

Anyone in the world would expect to have sex if all these beautiful women did this trick.

"That's disrespectful behind the royal palace. There's a place to keep it."

"Oh, I'll follow you everywhere."

The woman takes my hand.

I don't say anything, I follow you honestly.

I might have been fortunate not to be able to take off my armor.

You don't have to worry about getting a look.

One sign follows me from behind.

No. Two, really. The other one can't understand no matter how careless I am.

Looks like the liquor store arrived.

It looks like it's already out of business because of the occupation.

"This is my home. There's a basement, and no matter how loud you say it, there's a leak outside."

"Let's go."

I take a woman's hand and go into the liquor store.

"Oh, you're so forceful. I could be destroyed..."

Beauty comes face to face mixed with passion, anticipation and fear.

Brilliant act.

But that's where I notice another sign coming from my back.

It's a bad thing, but there's no turning back here.

"What's wrong?

"Saana."

I pull the beauty's hand and head to the basement with the perfect voice for the affair.

"Here."

"Yes, first -"

I'll kick open the basement door before the beauty finishes.

The woman holds her breath and stops acting of her tantrum, taking out her dagger when she wonders if she has stuck her hand in her hip.

But I don't handle that move.

Because assassination would not be the purpose.

Only a few candles of light were placed in the dim basement, one behind and one in front, with only two chairs.

Whoever was sitting in the back slowly raises his face.

That's a very, very familiar face.

It's a face you can't possibly forget.

"I didn't know it was you."

The woman in front of me is Wilhelmina, the main enemy of Gordonia, Empress of the Southern Eugrian Empire -.

"Oh it's me... hmm don't be surprised. You think I'm doing something insane while I'm at it?

I realized that the temptation of a beautiful woman was some kind of invitation.

It is anticipated that a great deal of work will await, and what will be said.

But who can imagine the empress of an enemy country sitting in exactly the reclaimed city.

"It was unexpected, but I'm not surprised. Somehow, I had a feeling this would happen."

I felt I would have a chance to talk to Wilhelmina again.

And that would be the last time.

"There's nothing you can do about it when they say it's a hunch. It's not compatible with the guy who moves with his senses."

So what I noticed was a cold inorganic tone reminiscent of Leoporto in Wilhelmina.

I guess I'm not going to decorate my appearance and get in the mood for this one at the earliest.

"Don't worry about those behind you. Nothing to your detriment. An unobstructed watch and an escort when you leave this place."

As you can see, no less beautiful than the other woman has consolidated the four exits.

They have no expression. It's not a ruthless face. I just can't figure out what would make me look like this if I did something like that.

"Now Golden Lager, hero of the Redemption"

……

Wilhelmina squeaks her jaw when she hesitates to reply.

"Take your helmet, Lord Hardlett."

Well, take off your helmet if she can't possibly know.

"- What an abominable looking face. How hard you have struck my empire, my ambitions"

I don't like it when you keep telling me, so let's say it back.

"- What a beautiful face. If I wasn't the enemy, I'd lay one down for the price and lick it on my feet."

Hoo and Wilhelmina snort.

Brilliantly decided to fight back. Thanks to seeing the opera rhetoric that forced Nonna to take me.

"So why don't you take your side on this one? Give it back to us, Hardlett."

"Say no."

I answered instantly, but Wilhelmina kept staring into the back of my eyes.

Even sitting in a chair, the difference in height between us is historical, and she looks up to me.

But I just feel the pressure of being overlooked.

This is a little bad for them.

It seems better not to get on with the exchange earlier and make a statement.

"Listen to the terms first. Needless to say, if you return it, you'll be relieved of receiving it. Let's give him a marshal or a prime minister in our empire. You can choose whether you like the military or the government. Ten times more territory now, a million gold coins."

"Unfortunately, I refuse even on ten times that condition. Well, if you're gonna make me emperor, don't even think about it."

Of course I don't mean it.

If they say 'okay, I can't help it' here, I have to pity deny it.

"Hmm, I see. Wouldn't it change your mind if I gave you more conditions than before?"

"Oh, no change."

Twist your neck with certainty.

Speaking of which, have you ever had sex with a beautiful woman before?

You're distracted by an excellent female body and you don't remember the conditions.

"Can we get this over with?

That being said, I won't leave the room forcefully.

It was also a tribute to Wilhelmina, who the Empress herself had boarded, but more importantly wanted to hear the story to the end.

I thought I had to. Perhaps this is the end of the line.

Wilhelmina monotonously says, 'You haven't,' placing her hand under her chin and staring at me again.

I want you to stop looking at me because I feel pressure.

"The massive iron mine on your territory is apparently sweet to manage. There seems to be a lot of production and real numbers to report to the Royal Palace... more than double the opening. This is a big error."

Have you come to blackmail me if you can't offer me the terms?

"That's tough. You have to beat the Home Secretary right away and let him fix it."

Wilhelmina nods to do so.

"Its armor...... what a flashy and unsuitable item for action, but it actually sounds familiar"

You're lying. Is there someone else wearing this crazy armor?

"I'm talking about when it was, on Baron Pedo's territory in Goldonia. The golden armor that followed the barbarians attacked the guards. Several soldiers and a captain's knight were killed, he said. Speaking of which, you were able to follow the people of the mountains and other barbarians."

Hmm, I remember. I did a good job on it.

"That's a gutsy guy for a thief."

I whistle blindly.

Wilhelmina then leaks her voice when she dulls.

No, you're not laughing. My eyes aren't laughing at all.

The next guy in crossbow class is going to come.

"Rose - how are you?

After all, a one-shot out ultra-dozen balls came.

"Mother Catherine was killed in the war as a rebel, and Rose herself was spared from death, but was thrown into the orphanage as an unnamed civilian. There's no way we can live in peace under the asylum of a great nobleman."

Seems to know perfectly.

In the early days of King Alexandro's reign, Catherine was the wife of a nobleman who had rebelled against the king and had a young Rose.

The nobleman was slaughtered and killed by me, but both Katrine and Rose, as it were, must have been executed in a series of tremendous reversals.

That's where I came up with the plan.

Katrine decided to let him die on the spot and sneaked him to the orphanage, and Rose sent him to the orphanage again, begging the king's mercy to keep him alive as a civilian.

And now they're both taking us back to the mansion that most of them would have cooled down.

No one can tell Rose's face, which was a baby at the time, and Catherine is somewhat eye-catching, but Rafen doesn't have anything to know about her face.

That's what I thought... you've been searched for brilliantly.

I exhale, take off my cage hand and scratch my head.

"Katrine, we're doing fine together. You've been interested in painting lately, graffiti all over the walls. It's hard."

"That was good. Then I will pass these on to the King of Gordonia."

Whatever else, the Katrine thing is definitely one shot out.

It exceeds the limits that the king can forgive.

So I take off my armored boots and throw them in the corner of the room.

"You can try"

It's about her, and the evidence would be disappointing.

If the King gives me the information, I may be finished.

But the defeat of southern Euglia will not waver again.

The war situation is absolutely advantageous in Goldonia, now where I've been hung I can't shake.

I'm dying, Wilhelmina's dying, that's all.

Of course, I don't like being hung, so I'll just take the woman and get away with it.

Cut me loose and cut my power. If that's all you need, she's doing it all the time.

This is how you bother to make threats, which means that it doesn't make the earliest sense to do so.

"I see."

Wilhelmina peeks into my eyes again.

I really want you to stop because your shoulders are going to be heavy.

Gaze at your slightly raised chest in retribution.

Layer in your brain the exfoliated milk you saw before on the chest of clear white clothes.

"Hehe... what!?

But at the next moment, the milk appeared in front of me as I had imagined.

Never big. But the beautiful breasts, perfectly shaped like statues, are white as federal snow, and under the skin you can even see the blood vessels.

I unintentionally raise my gaze, but the gaze pressure remains the same.

Without shame, humiliation or, of course, the color of his estrus, Wilhelmina took off all his clothes in the smallest motion as if to peel even the skin of the fruit.

"Doesn't the threat work? Then let's make a concession."

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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 of White Capital, Mad God.

[]/(n) companion/

Secrito (tail) Brunhilde (tail) Christoph (underground confinement) GUIG (beautiful)

Celestina (?) Monica (Royal Palace Cleaning) Busco (Commander)

Property Gold Coin-68000

799 Experienced

70 children made to give birth +567

Location Biard