Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Schmidt Family Great Hall (among the Divine Dragons)

"Baron Midresel, you are admitted to the twelfth generation of the Baron, Lord Arriba-Midresell!

I don't know. The nobleman's name is called.

On the other hand, I'm still waiting for you on the front porch.

"It was this way that I first arrived. Given the title, even if it's the opposite of arrival, this is a priority, and naturally, it's harassment."

Sekrito says as she nibbles, and I laugh unexpectedly, too.

"I'm sorry."

If Nonna were here, it would have turned bright red and pissed off already.

It's good to keep you waiting.

"It's my turn next, isn't it? There's nobody back there anymore."

When I step forward, the Schmidt servants politely and deliberately greet me.

"I am not ready to welcome Lord Hardlett. Please wait..."

I'm freaking out with the niggling Secrito, Ku, sending my gaze at the haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Shall we wait for them here a little longer?

"Well, don't say that. I'm hungry. Just let me through first."

"Hey!? What?"

When I push the servant, I open the door myself and give him my own voice.

"First generation of the Hardlett Borderline Bojia. Me, I'm in!!

You knew I was waiting for one, Couscous. The laughs of the nobles who were laughing freeze.

Between the dragons and the main hall of my mansion, there were about two hundred participants, including women.

Especially those who seem to be high up have escort squires, but no armor, only short knives for rituals on the hips.

The venue security knights are only visible, eight, dressed and unarmed. Only skinny savels are armed.

I don't have a problem getting away with anything rough.

"No, it's cold out there. It's cold. Take a breath first."

Take two glasses together from the supplying boy as he says in a big voice and drink them all at once, hand grab the meat from the table and wear it with one bite, and return the glass and bone to the pelvis.

"I'm back."

The faces of the distracted nobles are blatantly distorted.

It wasn't a trick or anything.

The harshness of being tongued down in a pub at the end of the day.

But if you stand out this much, you can't say you're late to notice.

Pota with a face now drawn to me...... Rival is coming this way.

The invitation came from him, so if you don't pick me up, you'll be rude in front of the other nobles.

"This is Lord Hardlett! You accepted the invitation without fear, for better or worse. That's the guts I climbed up from the bottom bitch."

Rival's face is disturbed by cramps and language.

This guy's also the vulnerable type to provocation. Just a little bit of intimacy.

Rival is deliberately surprised to see no one on either side of me.

"Oh? I heard your wife will accompany you... how you are nowhere to be found. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's important that you love me."

The surroundings also continue here.

"If you're in the position of a hardlet frontier boss, you'll lose your temper if you don't accompany one or two of your squire, right? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It's fine

"Sometimes when you get your head down too low, you seem like a 'bottom bitch who knows nothing'. Attention. If you look at it, it looks like you've mishung one button."

It's starting to get rough.

Thanks for pointing out the wrong button.

"I have a squire. I ate too much at noon and shit...... it looks like I'm going to the bathroom"

The back of the thick makeup stares at this one.

The other nobles don't hide their gaze at me for making fun of me.

Just in time, my squire Yarkov, Christoph, and Mac came running without hiding the sound of dokadoka and shoes.

"Delayed General -!!"

"Sorry, head, give me a break"

"Bad. Parenthood"

I look back at the three of them running over.

"This fucking mess!

Kick Yarkoff with anger.

He rolls down the floor, hits the wall and groans.

"I told you to call me 'lord'! Don't embarrass me!

The whole air that was making fun of me freezes.

All the mockery and hissohisso voices also stopped.

Of course it's an act.

He also flies his own lifting kick and yarkoff to blow up undamaged.

"He's a nasty subordinate."

"Hih!"

I change my expression and look back with a full smile.

"Was there any other misconduct?

"There's your tie."

I throw Christoph away the same way.

I let the floor slide like no shock, but it slipped more than I thought and hit the table foot.

Just a little incident. Forgive me.

"Ha, those are the troubled ones"

Laughing, the surroundings and the rivals took a few steps away, and the maid of Kogoya cried out when she met her eyes.

No one can say anything more.

Threatening like a chimp, but it seemed to have worked to see a stiff surrounding.

This dinner party itself is like a farce in the first place.

I don't care how that's bad. When this is bad, I slap my pussy in my body and say, 'So no new nobility. We're the Righteous'.

Then you can make it a previous issue of discussing etiquette and such from the beginning.

Whatever you do, these guys won't admit me, so you just have to overwhelm them with the atmosphere, freak them out, and avoid hostility.

Of course, that's just a bummer, so I'm thinking about it one more time.

"You guys get back in the carriage already."

"Whisk! By the way, what do you do with this girl you picked up on the road?

It's Zilia Mac holding up.

"Whatever you guys want. I'll taste it too, so don't break it."

"Hmm... why am I in such a role... because I won't let you ride except Christoph!

I say like a bandit, then I look back and smile again.

No one can say anything anymore.

The women who accompanied Christophers while they were playing were also in the room.

Then a guy who doesn't have the guts to tangle with me goes to the women.

"Hey, your wife is lucky. If you ask me, I can't even see it coming out of my mouth...

Nonna is not here.

It's Ku and Secrito and Felteris.

"Uh, my name is Ku, not Lady Nonna. Mr. Eigil... this is Mel's daughter in the side room."

"Side room daughter? Much for that...... oh my god"

"Oh, you're a beautiful fit like a whore. Couscous."

It is not for the great nobleman to have a side chamber.

But it's not the same story if you're one of them.

Besides, Ku is wearing flashy, colorful clothes on the boundaries of Outsafe tonight.

"Take him... oh well"

"You're in a difficult position."

I niggle at how the thick makeup wife and the wooden nobles cook the coo.

Of course I didn't bring her here to make fun of her.

Come on, Ku, use the trump card.

"Wah, I am also being petitioned by Mr. Agil!!

"Favor...? Huh? Tell me you're my daughter... Yes, I am?

All right, I swallowed the field.

Although Ku is going to turn bright red and erupt a fire.

I head under the coos and hug and kiss them from behind.

"Yeah, it's beautiful, isn't it? Mothers are quite old, but it's beautiful."

"I'll tell my mother."

I cough.

"Mother too. It's beautiful. I look forward to loving you side by side every night and look forward to it."

"Such immorality...... say stepdaughter or other unacceptable disloyalty!?

Hold Ceclito as he watches his thick makeup wife tremble.

"This woman was an ex-enemie, but as you can see, she's a good woman. She's welcome to our home."

Secrito is also a remarkable fit, licking under my chin with a colorful exhale.

"Oh, it's your property. Resisting and losing one arm. I'm not spared now."

Secrito strokes my chest plate with his arm without a prosthetic arm.

Wait, that's not in the script.

Although I would have just embraced you as a fallen woman.

"Ugh, I'm forced to chop my arms off to my own woman!?

"Hih..."

The wife turns blue and the warrant lady collapses with Clari due to anemia.

Yeah, I can't stop it now.

"And this is the woman I picked up in the woods."

"I know. This outer road. You're telling me to do it in front of all these people, right?

Felteris groans in remorse 'cum' before sticking his hand in his underwear.

I didn't tell you to start masturbating just because you told me to be a slut too.

"Terrible, you're well tutored"

"Wherever you are, it's too late. I'm being enslaved."

"What kind of manipulation did you teach...... Gokuri"

The wives despise me and look sympathetic to the women.

No more sarcasm for the first Nonna that was out.

It's a trivial thing to hold a bride, chop off her arm, and come forward with a woman who masturbates in peace at dinner.

"I'm sorry. I'll tell you everything later."

I give ears to the three of you.

"Mm, a picnic with my mom and sisters. No one else."

Kuw is as family as Mel is.

"Stay with the water intake. He's useless, I'll kill him if I tell him."

I don't know what that means, but I thought we'd hang out.

"He told me to excrete while masturbating on the boulevard!? Is that what makes Elf proud?

Felteris really doesn't get bumpy.

If you want to, I'll take a look.

"It's a good idea to disparage our dinner party!!

It's a rival yell. Is it still like this?

Shake off the stillness of the surroundings and come near the rampage.

"Lord Olmud! You can't go directly! He's got a military commissioner!

"Yeah, shut up!

Rival throws a dish knife in his hand at me.

A scream came from all around me.

The knife just happens to be flying in my face.

I open my mouth all the time...

I stopped the knife with my teeth.

Place for a few seconds and chew up the silver knife.

Of course I won't forget to smile.

Rivals lag behind, tumble and roll on the table.

"Ha, has my hand slipped?

I give in and peek into Rival's face.

"That's right, my hand slipped!!

Rival grabs the soup that was standing hot on the table and punches it in my face.

A soup like hot water tells my whole body from my face.

Stunning and screaming from the surroundings, the nobles who do not want to be involved become fleeing at the same time.

I sneer again after a little stillness.

"Last time. Now you're coming."

Keep your face close enough for your nose tip to stick.

"Ugh... ah..."

Rival swimmed his eyes and stopped saying anything.

I also don't have the nerve to break in just looking around ten steps back.

"Mouth the knife... and I can't believe you chew it up"

"It was like boiling soup. I'm not human!

"Rumors of war ghosts are true. My house doesn't involve hardlets anymore! I don't care how many lives I have!

"So is my home! I'm with the Chief Executive, but I'm not hostile to the Hardlets! I didn't know you were such a monster!

"I can't stop shivering. How can you get wet yet...... you think your body wants barbarity!?

Everyone in this room doubts my victory.

"Get dressed and go to the bathroom."

I'm leaving the hall with the coos.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOO... HOT!! That son of a bitch, I'll kill you next time!!

After leaving the hall, I take off my clothes and punch the water in my face.

There's no reason why you should be fine with hot soup.

What if my husband is ruined by a burn?

Kuw is a wet towel, Felteris is wind magic to cool him down, but Secrito is laughing so angry.

"I was a good demon king because of it. Don't make a scene. You don't have a big face."

Take my hand as I say and hit myself in the chest.

It's a little soothing.

"We don't have time to get bogged down. I guess we're going next."

"Oh, yeah"

I also hear the footsteps of Gasha Gasha and Iron Shoes.

Stage two.

When I got dressed and went back to the hall, there was a knight in a clasp lined up.

Rivals are in a vanity at its center.

"Ha ha!! No, because some of our guests are barbaric, we have to lay down martial arts guards."

Rival's mouth stops.

Secrito and Yarkov had already withdrawn, and behind me were dressed nonnas and makeup celias, and Leoporto and the luxurious stone statue Claudia, who had the finest attire as a companion.

"I'm scared of wearing armor."

Nonna surprises me deliberately and grabs my arm.

"Become? Huh?

Rival gets stuck in words and sends his gaze to the surrounding area to do something about it.

"Oh, your wife's dress is late for a recent fashion -"

"Isn't it better than clad?

When Leopold returns it, he shuts up trying to get around him.

"Viscount Olmud"

Claudia takes a step forward with Dosin.

"Hey, what's up?

Claudia says with an unpleasant face as she spreads her fan and looks back at herself.

It is adorable that there is so much wind that the tablecloth can roll.

"When it comes to the Schmidt family, it also sounds like a patchwork bordering the Goldonian royal family. I was hoping it would be an elegant dinner party, but what would happen to this? Is this a battlefield? Or even prepare for civil unrest?

"No, this is... Sir Hardlett."

I just need to get my clothes collar done.

Badly in between, the other opens the hall door.

An elderly and piercing presence would be the head of the Schmidt family.

Our Lord frowns at the atmosphere on the ground, looks at me and Rival and puts anger on his face.

"It's the Rival. What a trick this is."

"Chi, Father! This is... Sir Hardlett disparaging our dinner party."

The Lord will see me and Rival again.

Precisely around it.

"Isn't it you who's denigrating me? What is it about putting knights in a social setting and arming them too!

Nonna and Claudia hug me 'I'm scared'.

I stroke their asses with a deliberate puzzled face, too. Claudia's ass is like an iron plate.

The Lord puts the Rival down and comes forward.

And each one of the participants gave a compliment to me.

"This time the stupidity was rude. I also apologize to Lord Hardlett for coming from afar."

"Chi, Father..."

I feel quite a killer from the Lord.

Perhaps our Lord hates me more than Rivals.

But if you look at this, it's obvious which way there is something wrong.

'Cause this guy did it first' doesn't make sense.

I suppose you thought it would be a bump if you didn't bow your head on this occasion.

That's why the anger at the rivals who created it will also grow.

"Rival, we need to talk"

"Wait, Father! Tell me, tell me!!

The Lord grabs Rival's arm and falls back.

Come and get slapped in the ass, too.

Now the purpose has been achieved.

I can overwhelm the traditional nobles without escaping Rival's invitation.

Later was when I was just thinking of leaving for some reason.

"What's all the fuss? I wonder if Rivals can do one decent dinner party."

One woman appears with a grumpy voice.

It would be natural to see her as the daughter of the Schmidt family from where she had abandoned her luxurious dresses and rivals accustomed to her.

Twenty, fifty-six when you were old? The outfit is about 160cm or more.

The long redhead to the ankle is adorned with jaws and vallettas, and the thin, red eyes are beautiful.

But there are many things that concern me more than that.

"That's a great way to lose weight"

The hands and feet are fairly thin and float down to the spine on the open back.

I don't think the prestigious nobleman's maid is having trouble eating and is she sick?

"Look at your arms more than that"

Nonna hits me in the ear.

If you look, my daughter had countless blade wounds on her arm.

It's all on the inside, too.

"Ma'am, please come to your room..."

"I know! Rico is always so loud! You don't know how I feel!!

My daughter starts yelling at the samurai.

"Here, this is Miss Mistry. It's been a while."

When one of the surroundings speaks with a pulled face, the daughter plays the hand with the pasin.

"Long time no see, Count. Maybe since you turned me down. I'm sorry for such a second-hand woman! You must have been scolding me in the back anyway!

I even started hitting the perimeter.

I thought you were going to say something disgusting, and once you get involved, you keep barking at me with a tall voice.

It feels like I'm just saying what I want to say, not listening to them at all.

"Lord Mistry again..."

I'd like to say I'm sorry about the accident, but I hope there's a lot of it.

"I'll do something about this if the Schmidts ask me. But your husband is struggling, too."

Traditional aristocrats around also watch for sighs.

Watching such an exchange, the lady comes here.

"You're a face you don't see. What's your name?"

Hold down Nonna, angry at her great attitude.

"My name is Hardlett. You have now been invited to Lord Rival."

I smiled a lot more naturally than I did earlier.

It's still easy to laugh at a female opponent.

Let's let Nonna's stabbing gaze flow now.

"Hardlet? Oh, it's made up. I thought you were a barbarian subspecies, but you can have a decent fit."

I hear noises coming from the heads of Petite and Nonna.

"This is tough. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could give me your name."

I only get out poorly.

This is because we are alert to unknown subjects, not from the bottom of our minds.

"What? You don't know my name? No, you're lying, you're listening to my reputation and pretending not to know it. You're just like all the other men. You just have to say that if you don't want to be involved with me! Anyway, I..."

I can gang up fast, but I really don't know.

This is a lot of trouble.

If you look, you can blame me. The eyes of the traditional aristocrats are warm as nowhere.

I guess they've had the same eyes many times.

I was hit with a verbal storm for five minutes, but the only thing I could tell by the rupture was that her name was Mistry.

I give her a glass at a time when she's tired and out of words.

"Then Miss Mistry. How about a toast to the memorial we met?

Then Mistry looks at me with a strange face and then taps off the glass.

Naturally the glass cracks and splashes and my feet get wet.

The surrounding aristocrats cover their eyes with haha and Nonna begins to shake her angry not very breasts.

"I don't like it. I hate Macho savages like you. That's disgusting. I'm gonna throw up."

Even though I haven't done anything, I can be stared at with hostility.

I drop my shoulders and quietly take Mistley's hand.

"What are you doing! Rude!!

I get slapped in the cheek all the time, but I don't care.

Rather, those around me scream better.

You don't have to worry about fighting back against a woman.

"You mustn't slap glass with such luxurious hands. If you get hurt with a fragment, it's tough."

Make sure there are no scratches, then apologize for the disrespect while you take your hand and kneel.

"May I?

……

Seeing no rejection as acceptance, I gently kiss the back of my hand.

"Excuse me, then."

I smile again and then turn my back on Mistry.

"Buh..."

"Buh."

Reminds me of the feel of Mistry's hand as I stroke the obstinate Nonna and Celia.

"It's a pathological way to lose weight. And all the wounds on my arm are self-inflicted. If we get slashed, we're not going in that direction."

"I guess that translates. Let's find out."

Nodding toward Leoporto in formal attire.

You wouldn't tell me if I asked.

"Then it's time to get out."

I summon a servant who is completely exhausted by the trouble of continuing to stand.

"Sorry, my Celia's eating too much and it's going to overflow from the top to the bottom. I'm going home, so I need you to arrange an inn."

"It's terrible!

Thus it seemed that my visit to the Schmidt family was over.

- Late at night.

After the women fall asleep, I'll have a drink with Yarkov, Christoph and Mac at a cheap liquor store near the inn.

"Huh. I was expecting you to meet me for dinner, and I couldn't get a drink."

Christophe drowns his stupidity.

"You knew from the beginning. And I don't care how much you drink in a place like that."

I tilt every bottle and drink trumpet.

"Admiral, I'll do it. I can't lose, either."

Yarkov also continues.

"Yikes! Touch is a different price!

Mac is vindicated in return by stroking the butt of a colored black clerk.

He pinched silver coins in the valley of his chest to apologize and let him stroke as much as he wanted.

If you look at this place, I don't think anyone is in the Hardlett family.

That's what I thought.

"- Neighbor?

A woman in a hood sits next to me.

"Absolutely."

I don't have to explain what it means to sit next to a man in an inexpensive tavern.

I gently attach my hand to the woman's hand and stop.

Because I looked familiar in that hand that I was too skinny.

"I didn't think you were drinking in such a terrible place. Return the time you spent traveling around the aristocratic tavern."

A woman takes the hood.

Just as unforgettable a face is Miss Mistry.

"I'm interested in you."

As I say, Mistry stirs up my drinking bottle as it is, giving it a terrible taste and face.

Let's just fix the collar for once.

You want to fuck me, don't you?

I nodded without a moment's stray to a line that I didn't think was a famous lady.

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Here comes the story now

Enemy Mistry (stripped mine) Rival (in cage)

Allied Celia (Satisfied) Nonna (Satisfied) Qu (Embarrassed) Leoporto (Investigated)

Yarkov (Abandoned Alcohol) Christoph (Drunken) Mac (Taken Home) Zilia (Alone Alcohol)

Secrito (Alcohol) Felteris (Drinking Party) Claudia (Training)