Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Wangdu Goldonia Hardlett Mansion

"3… 2… 1…"

Pompom and economically pleasant and expensive wines are pulled out and the performance and song begins.

At the same time a neat face and a long hand and foot hired dancer dances in light steps.

Take the plates out of the hands of the children Iridina serves, and pack the meat into your mouth telling you to play better than work.

Carla and Millet begin to compare drinks and unnecessarily stand around.

Maria and Melissa were having fun drinking, but eventually they got a weird vibe and drank each other by mouth, explaining themselves by mouth as they apologized to me.

The feast began to disturb around where Celia, who promised only one drink, began drinking her third.

Kara and Millet are naked, Pipi starts playing on the chandelier, Yoguri is stripped and Myra and Celia are folding down.

Mel turns bright red and starts walking flirtatiously, causing Lew trouble with a series of obscene words on a boy whose Qu is not even ten, Annette and Adela reflux like fountains, and Gretel, daughter of the prestigious Belts family, is ordered by drunk Marta to repeat her hands and seats.

Ivanna, who lost compared to the drink she started by being provoked by Secrito, was stunned by a poke at the table and had been taken off the bottom to be observed by the children where the woman mattered.

"Mother... Smells good..."

"Stephanie smells like flowers. May I touch it?"

"Wow, I'm good too, right? Feet...... open."

"It's sloppy, sister. Mother, touch my crotch too..."

"Oh, that's crazy... it's supposed to be a drug that makes you less intoxicated"

Next to the bewildered Nautia, Marceline, mother of the Trier royal family, Stephanie the eldest daughter, Bridget the second daughter, and Felicie the third daughter, are enveloped in peachy air.

"Warm... and I want to mochibe..."

Celia leaks as she rides Myra's face, Myra strokes her wet ass while intoxicated.

It will be hard when you wake up.

The feast at the King's Capital Gordonia Mansion that would scream if Nonna wasn't drunk like that was yesterday.

"First sunrise?"

Push the futon away and watch the first morning at twenty-six.

Of course nothing has changed. I'm not old enough to age every year if I'm not a growing child.

"Eight years."

Dreams at the turn of the year have a special significance, he said.

I had a wonderful and nostalgic dream this year.

It's embarrassing in retrospect, so let's stop.

"Come on, let's get up. We're busy at the beginning of the year."

I strip the duvet from the bed and expose the caged sleeping aid to the morning cold.

"" "Aww..." "

The first person to crawl out is Nonna.

Then when I crawl out of bed, I fall corny and groan when it's cold.

The next thing I know, Rae gets up rubbing her eyes and kisses my lips and groin as she strokes her reddened ass with a neck full of kiss marks and a fierce beating.

"Ugh, the morning I turned 43..."

It was Mel who showed up to resent me the last time.

Look at Nonna and Rae and wrap her blanket around regrettably.

"I don't mind being held side-by-side, but I'd like you to at least line up with a near-age Rita or Dorothea or someone over thirty. When I line up with Rae and Nonna, I get skin tension... gloss..."

"Ha, wouldn't it be nice to hold a young woman side by side with an older woman? There's a lot of evidence out there, isn't there?

I can zero a ton of the sperm I put out last night from everyone's crotch to respond to words.

"You guys are upside down in the living room. All of them are great. That'll do."

Wake up laughing and buzzing Mel.

"Oh, you know."

Another one crawls out of bed.

Whoa, my memory's back.

She was the sixth woman in the house who was also feasting in the neighborhood, and came to greet her with the friendship of the neighborhood.

Talking about it was a lot of fun, and the booze momentum pulled me straight into bed.

"Um... I'm not contraceptive..."

The sperm was naturally dripping from her crotch as well.

Besides, the sheets are scattered with even red flowers.

"I'll take responsibility."

I need to know your name later.

There is a reason why I dared to have a New Year's feast in the King's Capital, not in the Territory.

"Two hours till the ceremony time? Well, you'll be fine."

To celebrate the New Year, all nobles, including lords, were summoned by royal fate.

I wear clothes while erasing traces of affection from my body.

"Usually I can spare more time for a date. This is so sudden."

And while it's sudden, I'm not asking you to come alone.

As usual, he dressed well and told me to come soon with a knight of protection.

I'm used to sudden outings from time to time, but I guess I can't wait to get a little borderline lord.

"I don't have any more enemies for a few minutes. Neither the protection of the border nor the loyalty of the lord need be overly concerned. The king can do whatever he wants."

It was Leoporto who put the cape on me.

I think it's the usual Celia, and you've been honestly put on. It's disgusting.

Nevertheless, we need to take this guy and Adolph with us today.

"What about Celia and Myra?

"We were yelling at each other in the bathroom earlier."

Give me a little face and Adolph answers.

"I guess."

Celia had a grand leak last night with her ass on Myra's face.

I didn't wake him up to let him sleep quietly on New Year's Eve, but he woke up in the morning and it would have been catastrophic.

I'm waiting for Celia and Myra.

"It's an important beginning of the year ceremony. Don't both of you do anything wrong in front of everyone."

and so on and say.

"" Huh?

The Lord of the Shaken Voice is Secrito, who rises up with Adolphe and trims my collar.

But the most angry thing is Leopold, who laughed with his nose without a voice.

"Enough. Let's go!"

Myra and Celia come as they turn away from each other.

I snort with Hung and leave the front door first.

"Grr!"

And he flipped over in a cold, frozen reservoir of water, and gave Ceclito a thick kiss on his stomach.

It's so colorful that I think it's like a flower garden when I get to the royal palace.

The armor of the nobility is sparkling, the knight of the escort has a shiny primary colour, and even the carriage and horse have a leech of flirtation.

"This one looks kind of like the poor minister."

"It's suitable for real battle. It's a regular battlefield!!

By contrast, we are mostly painted black or steel in the same color.

"If the dual crater was beautiful, it would still be better."

(Congratulations)

"Weird"

Now dual craters even feel evil through the martial bones.

Even a blacksmith's hammer would still be more graceful to expose.

This is Lord Hardlett.

A fat old man laughing niggardly comes closer.

- Sir.

Myra whispers to me, but I'm not willing to remember.

"No, the famous general of the Redemption. Lord Hardlett, the undefeated fierce general, will not be at the New Year's festival. It should also be more lustrous to make room for folk grass. Or did you say that His Majesty's invitation or some other plain outfit to that extent would suffice? If you look at it, what a poor face your brother-in-law has, no, no..."

I see Leopold and Adolph, but they don't seem to intend to say it back.

You can ignore me, too, but it's a little depressing.

"Wait. - Sir?

Take out the memories that I was in the corner of my head saying I don't care.

And I whine bossly at the old man who keeps saying he hates me.

"Do you have time to talk to me? Lord Gwomasuri seems to welcome you with the Secretary General."

"What!?

The old man rushes under Dotadota and Kenneth in panic as he bounces up the pin.

"What's that?

Leoporto asks.

"They say that old man is fighting for the seat of the traditional aristocracy NO15. I have a little information network."

Mistry told me a bedtime story.

When I pushed him into my brother's room and sang him a lullaby, he fell asleep and brought me a couple of paperwork in that gap.

I'll lick my crotch for an hour to thank you and whisper love to you, 'cause I'll bring it back soon. Because I will definitely be right there!' I left to go back to my parents' house.

"Sir Hardlett, maybe we're not talking about this kind of place..."

Then I look back in anticipation of telling you not to talk.

Now you look like a new nobleman, but you don't know it.

"My name is - As a matter of fact, it seems that one of my men has been disrespectful to the Chief Military Officer... and I was wondering if you could somehow take it from Lord Hardlett."

Wait, this name sounds familiar to me, too.

"You can't. Sir Radharde wants a direct apology. It gets rather worse when someone gets in between. It's not good to ask for advice. If you want to apologize because you're frustrated that it's late in the first place, it's probably your last chance."

The man said, "Oh, my God!" He opened his eyes and rushed towards Eirich.

"What is it now?

Adolph asks.

"I hear Eirich is quite intense in the shadows. It's our own information network."

This is Marty's information.

You tried to make me play a conversation with my sister when I took a bath with my brother. I don't care if we talk about work. Let's talk dokadoka and come.

When I stroked him all over his body to thank him, he left with a swinging face like he had been offended by a fever, saying, 'You'll bring something again soon'.

"None of this is information I didn't capture either. So did Lord Rebecca."

Rebecca peels her surprise as she watches this one to hide in the gap between the glossy aristocrats.

"We have a lot of problems communicating information."

You don't have to say anything extra.

"I wish Bereka would talk to me without eavesdropping,"

I laughed and said, but I was stunned and stomped.

I have no idea why.

The king appears without time to chase Rebecca.

The king speaks of the Kingdom's promise of prosperity, of the unity of the aristocratic peoples and of patience with the scourge of war.

It is an oath of praise and loyalty to the kingdom to return.

Bear the reward of words that are common and don't need to be recalled by stroking Myra's ass next door.

Normally, I almost resist whispering angrily or stuffily.

"I think Myra likes to be demented in the crowd lately."

Celia whispers.

Even if it's a bad word from a fight, stop saying it in a place like this.

My pants are gonna tear.

I don't care. I also mix things up that concern me in a good celebration.

One of them is the new system.

"It is the duty of each lord to rule the remaining given territory. But to see the claw marks of the war, it would be ruthless to blame only one lord for reconstruction, and the delay in reconstruction would cause disturbances in the hearts and minds of the people."

This is how it begins and poor lords expect.

"The total strength of the kingdom should be given to the reconstruction, but excessive interference in the territory given to it would be to the detriment of the relationship between the King and the Hordes"

This goes on to disappoint me.

"It is ideal that each lord connects and supports each other like chains of steel, independent of the rest and kingdom. The nobles who serve the kingdom share the burden..."

I look blue here.

"And it is not preferable for the rest of us to put this together. You will also have a standing position for your position and position. Each of the summarisers is…"

Kenneth and Eirich don't have to ask.

"Collect a certain amount from each nobleman to give the two of them permission to use it. This is like the Second Tax approved by His Majesty. The power of both those who hold the funds will be even greater, and the opportunistic nobles will have to decide where to stand. Faction rivalries are getting more and more advanced. What does Your Majesty want?"

Adolf says with a stunned look.

I won't say anything, though it would be Leopold's role to answer here.

He's useless. Then I'll have to answer.

"If there is a dispute, a man dies and a woman is in trouble. Turn that troubled woman into a thing with the wealth and power of a king into a bed..."

No one listened to my reasoning.

"Then perform the ritual of the epistle"

This could be the real deal for us.

"Don't leak too much tension."

Leopold and Adolph advance and go so that my voice will chase them.

This is why I brought them here this time.

New titles come and go from elsewhere, but from around me I take Zorozolo in particular.

"Mr. Leopold as Viscount, Adolf as Baron, Tristan as Associate Baron, Mr. Iridina, Mr. Luna and Asshole Yarkov as Knights...... it's too random"

Is it an anomaly that five people come out together? Hisohisso talk begins.

Look, I just put together the appointments the king gave me and used them all.

The candidates are reasonably appropriate.

"... you could have given me the Viscount"

Myra persists.

I'm sorry, Leopold's had momentum.

Tristan is not here.

That fool doesn't need a title to the end. I don't want to leave before the king. If you don't want to be on the table because it is cold, you will be absent.

Of course, if it were normal, I wouldn't be able to admit such an absent episcopal, and Tristan would be aiming for that.

But I have an idea. Let me tell you that skipping costs a lot.

Celia also admitted because she said she didn't want to be under any ministry other than me just in form.

This one is cute so there's nothing wrong with it.

"Now put the man from the Federation down, speaking of Irigina, of Arkland..."

"Any complaints?

The ceremony begins alongside the knightly ones who have been nominated by other lords as they stare at the man in the shadows and shut him up.

"Your loyalty to the king and kingdom for life..."

Dimensionally correct vow words continue.

It's something I often remember so accurately.

I guess I made a mistake about how it was when I was there.

Leopold and Adolph do it with pleasure, of course, and Irijina chewed heavily, but even Luna and Yarkov do it slushly.

Just before the vow, the three of them gave me their gaze on one knee and nodded at me small.

You want to say that formally all nobles will be under the king's command, but they are really my men.

They're adorable. Except for Yarkov.

"You don't seem to be alone, do you?

I give voice to the king's words with momentum.

"Tristan man, simo's disease worsened from abuse! On top of that, if you come along at all costs, you take suspicious pills and your male roots swell up to the radishes. You are no match for walking, and we cure them with tears!

My voice echoes in the great hall where nobles from all over the country gather.

Some coughed up hiding their laughter in their gushing voices and laughed indelibly.

The king is also laughing with his head in his arms.

"I don't think he's just an idiot if he's the man you're supposed to be... tell him to probably play with women and ignorance too. Whatever the case, it is inevitable if it is a disease. I take Sir Hardlett's word and responsibility as a substitute for the oath."

"Terrible, terrible"

"in a place where nobles from all over the country are gathered"

Celia and Myra prayed for Tristan.

Take a laugh. Well, that was when I thought it was over.

"Your Majesty"

Leopold kneels down, slowly raising his face.

"Something. Viscount Fougenberg"

I am surprised not only by the other epistles on the spot, but even by Adolph and Yarkov.

It is a little disrespectful but not out of common sense for those in the Viscount to speak to the King.

But it would be unprecedented to call the king from himself shortly after the ceremony.

Kenneth and Eirich, not just those around them, are not able to hide their surprises.

The guards who refrain from sideways are also nervous with no heart.

"I have words to add to my oath of loyalty. Can't you hear me?

A breath of relief and slight disappointment leaked from the surroundings.

He tries to buy the king's cheer by adding further jargon to the swearing words as they are modeled. I guess that's what you saw.

The king also answers in a way that seems troublesome.

"Allegations"

But my nervousness increases even further.

Because there's no reason for Leopold to say anything like that.

"Gordonia has made up with the champion of the Central Plains. All of them still remain outside His Majesty's rule. I'd like you to put me on the vanguard for that merger."

"... are you referring to the group of urban states?

Leoporto nodded and the king shook his head beside him.

"I don't have any fine dust on that plan. He was also among those who fought together in the war. Don't say anything rare."

It would be a natural word.

I don't care if they tell me it's war with Ares tomorrow.

I find it even more difficult for the guildless to seem very happy.

"Do something stupid. I was scolded for my thoughtless eloquence while I wanted to be brave."

"What is the early loss of the epistle? It's a lesson to be conspicuous."

Mocking-mixed pussy.

Leoporto is not proud of being brave or anything. No noticeable mind or dust.

"How about the Garland Empire to the south if you are. The country is now a sandy cabinet full of defeats. I also remember being a cheap soldier, and if you leave it to me, I'll cut off a few times as much territory on the central plain to show you."

Sin and the place will be silent.

Even Kenneth and Eirich were stiff.

"- I don't know the rest of you. But it would be so knowledgeable to be paranoid about setting up an empire, etc. Look at the map! Look at the power of the country! Did you think you could buy my joy by blowing spectacularly when the kingdom should devote itself to reconstruction!

The king was seriously angry.

"Oh, is he crazy!? Enrage the King in a lifetime of honorable recitals, and more!

"Never want another birth or position! Sir Hardlett, stop what you did to my men! You'll even be involved in the offspring of that one!

I was stiff, too.

To the words of a guy who's too unusual.

The Olga Federation.

"The Federation is a Friend! How ignorant of not knowing to have blood or have blood that leads to the Goldonian royal family!!

Leoporto doesn't flinch.

It remains the usual iron mask.

"That's why the defense of that country is to the west until 90% and 9%. Once you hold down the river..."

"That's it."

I grab Leopold's root from behind and throw it all over the poi.

The guy who drew the parabola to a few meters high falls between Myra and Celia and falls three together.

"I apologize for the disrespectful work of the person who recommended me, lying flat"

I kneel and bow my head deeply.

Continue while the king prepares his breath, which was raging and rough.

"That one, the pig warrior at his roots with a stinking face. In the excitement of the episcopal, he must have blown up something he couldn't even do. Hit him in the head a few times and he'll fit in, so please..."

The king breathes heavily and says, regaining his calm.

"I don't care about the crime of paranoia, not to mention New Year's Eve and ceremonial occasions, and your apologies. But tell that man never to show his face before the rest again."

A sigh of relief leaks from everyone.

The heart of a new nobleman, a traditional nobleman, is what you do.

"I was a little overzealous for the rest. Disrupting the place of celebration is not genuine. Take some time for dinner, so go back and get ready."

Grabbing Leoporto's roots and taking charge of his back, he returns to the mansion, receiving the surrounding hissing voice.

It's like showing off.

"Even Mr. Leopold can't forgive me for jeopardizing Mr. Eigil's position. Oh, my God."

"Why pointlessly piss people off? Besides, what would have happened without Sir Hardlett's intercession!

Celia and Myra doth poke Leoporto hanging in the sheath of a ritual dagger.

I'll let the two of them poke me scattered and then I'll let them go back to the mansion and buy two stiff skewers at the stall.

"What are you doing?"

"Are you angry?

I'm not angry about anything.

I just didn't know what it meant.

"From what to how different from the usual you are. What were you trying to do?

It's going to be human distrust if they say here, "That was the real me just now".

"His Majesty became the champion of the Central Plains in a generation."

"Well, yeah."

This skewer is really hard and bad.

"Then it was only necessary to make sure"

"What?

It's not burning inside.

It would be a scam. Shall I flip the store?

Does His Majesty still have ambition?

I stop my hand and throw the skewers on the ground.

"The results are as you can see. Friends to the north, strong enemies to the south, unwilling to take the nearby land."

"Well, you... you'd be an idiot to blow war on an ally and an unbeatable opponent"

I say slap one of Leopold's heads and go home.

"No matter what you can't win, you don't set up a fight, but it's natural. But what if Sir Hardlett were in His Majesty's shoes?

There's no point setting up an empire, and Ares is hot and bitter, so I'm sorry.

Even the Federation has no defense to the east, but the millions of big army opponents that eventually come have no chance of winning.

How hard it is for Leopold to do something about the river he blew.

Then what do you do with your promise to Nonna?

It's too bad for me to live up to my promise after turning a dual crater into a monster.

"You can't win, you don't set up pointless fights. But I think about it. Unless the flames of ambition are out."

Don't come any closer.

"The king was not angry because he had no winning eye. I haven't even thought about it. The King's ambition is complete as it stands."

The way I called him changed from His Majesty to King.

"I think I'm sorry to fight for a while, too. It's been a long war and it's scattered."

Turn your back on Leoporto with the intention of cutting the story.

Leoporto doesn't follow.

"What if there is permanent peace as it is?

Sudden inquiry.

"Fine."

My position is at the top of my rank as a nobleman.

There's a Dwarf gold mine and arable land.

The territory grows richer year after year and can live without any frustration.

My wives and mistresses, starting with Nonna, are all good women for their young daughters to grow older.

Having a pleasant feast with the well-minded ones, the newly in love woman verbally loves each other, punches in the seeds and makes them conceive.

It doesn't seem to be any dissatisfaction.

Except for one thing, I'm not supposed to pick up Lucy.

My promise to Lucy is to be king.

Not in the highest ranks of nobility.

The promise goes with the smile and happiness of all the other women.

"What are you thinking?

"Are you the devil?"

Screw another skewer into Leoporto's mouth, which was coming close while I was thinking.

I saw Nonna in the play. She said she was acting like a demon.

No. Is there a demon who can make it hard with raw grilled gravy?

"Now it's time to go home. If I talk to you any more, I'm gonna freak out."

"Ha."

This matter is on hold.

I don't care if Leopold can't get out in front of the king again early on, but there's no lie in the title.

"So, Master Hardlett's stewardess, the associate baron."

"is, swollen up and in radishes!?

"Being sick over there and absent from the ceremony... how skittish are you"

Unlike the non sprinkling Leoporto commotion, the sprinkling Tristan rumors seem to be spreading rapidly among citizens, but this one is not a problem either.

Maybe a little too much, so I'll buy you some of the finest tea and a bunch of sketchy books and go home.

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Protagonist Agil-Hardlet, 26 + Winter

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 Baidu Madness God Toxic Resistance (Strong) Counselor (Tentative)

Now the main story

celia ⇔ myra

Leoporto (no entry/exit Viscount) Adolf (Baron Thin) Tristan (Associate Baron Daikon)

Family

Nonna (Hangover) Carla (Hangover) Millet (Hangover) Mel (Side Room) Kwe (Lower Nerd Great) Pipi (Easy)

Melissa (Long Time) ⇔ Maria (Love) Mitty (Side Room) Sally (Pleasant) Marul (Pleasant) Katrine (Past Language) Gretel (Dog Side Room) Sophia (Concubine) Rare (Concubine) Luw (Concubine) Casey (Haunted) Rita (Maid Length) Yogri (Naked) Alice (Concubine) Marceline Mother (Parent & Child) Daughter Stephanie First Daughter (Forbidden)

Bridget Second Daughter (Disloyal) Felicity Third Girl (Lily Garden) Claudia (New Year's Eve Climbing) Clara (Crying)

Adela (reflux) Annette (fountain) Benel (micro-reaction) Dorothea (for the record)

Subordinates

Iridina (Knight Sir) Secrito (Winner) Felteris (Celebration Naked)

Nautia (Conditioning Failure) Marta (Bad Ride Dog Spin) Baroness Lucino-Escaote (Deputies) Lucue (Its Daughter) Seika (Its Son?) T-99 (voicemail) Kubihelmina (voicemail)

Porte (Sleeping New Year) Eularen (New Year's Vacation) Ijalis (New Year's Vacation) Luna (Knight Sir) Raffaella (Lonely)

Altair (New Year's Event) Lamia (New Year's Event) GUIG (Liquor New Year) Sebastian (Deacon) Chlor (Female New Year

Yarkov (Knight Sir (Laughter)) Mac (Guardian Knight) Christoph (Minkan in front of the fireplace) Zilia (Minkan in front of the fireplace)

Other

Ivanna (Opening) Cedric (Sister Love) Marty (Contribution) Mistry (Contribution)

Piris (Stabilization Period) Busco (Lower Species) Guildless (Han New Year) Andrei (Loricon)

Celestina (with request) Monica (messenger) Jim (with determination) Dings, Linuga (direct complaint)

Outsiders

Schwartz (free) Lamy (nothing) Mirmi (full of eggs) Arlaune (thriving) Brunhilde (to Wang Du)

Neppli (Parenting) Porch (Greater Lizard) Child Lizard (Meditation)

[]/(n) people/people/people/people/people/people/people/

Total 365000

Rafen 47000 Lintblum 8000

Richmott (formerly Liberty's) 34000 Zweielphi 2900

Army personnel, infantry, 1,000 cavalry, 500 escorts, 30.

Soldier-mounted artillery, 30 large artillery, 15 dwarf artillery, 10 field artillery, 30 tanks.

Property Gold Coin-240500 Gold Mine Extra Large (30000) Ceremony Attendance Expenses + Banquets (500)

818 Experienced

71 children made to give birth +567 (+ +)

He's in King's Landing.