Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"I am a guest. I beg your pardon as soon as possible."

Deacon Sebastian was closing his eyes, folding his hips at 90 degrees and lowering his head.

"... as soon as you see this?

I return grumpy as I stroke Gretel's ass, which was pierced from behind.

"With all due respect, Master Left,"

When she releases her body without a choice, Gretel stares at Sebastian with a bright red face, then covers her face with both hands with her toy ears and tail attached.

I guess that's all the rush if Sebastian dares to come into the occasion of the affair.

"Thirty seconds."

I take off my toy ears and tails, my fangs for biting, and put on my clothes.

"I protest that the deeds of Sir are detrimental not only to our realm, but also to the interests of all the neighboring lords and, pull, kingdoms!!

The Count manages to wave up to slap the desk, slowly lowering it down and ringing only a small noise with his index finger when I am not frightened at all.

"Is it about Richmott?

I put it in my mouth before I see anything that protests.

"Dear Left! Since your concession to the mob, the commotion in our realm is increasing in intensity!... I shrunk the Knights due to financial difficulties, so if I give them a bad hand, I lose... Gohon! I'm putting my post-war peace into my mercy of dyeing it with blood, and I'm poking at an unintelligible demand that it's an election!

This time Adolf, sitting next to him, argues.

"I'll pinch the words, but that's not it. The general deputy of the land is officially appointed by Sir Hardlett. Billboard play, saying elections, etc., was irrelevant and marginal to the land, so the people just happened to support it..."

The Count knocks on the desk with Don because Adolf is his opponent.

"You can't possibly truly take such an excuse! Tell them how it happened!

Right. Because I don't think Adolf and I would be able to do it.

But what did the Count take of my gaze, 'I knew it,' he rushes to wipe the slapped part with a handkerchief and then stands up.

"Whatever it is, the situation in the region is getting worse! On the other hand, I also hear that you are at peace with the people who have spoiled them, that the people are influx more than they are around you... you didn't aim for this, did you?

"No way. We're in financial trouble, too. Isn't the influx of people without wealth just a burden?"

When Adolf argues, the Count bawls for a few seconds and then... no, are you going to stare? I thought you were frightened because your eyes were so weak.

"Anyway, we did deliver the joint protest."

When the Count receives his cape from Marta, he rings his wooden shoes and leaves the room before he says I'm home.

'... this, I was scared. I'm glad there's someone on the side... I always beat a whale at the heart'

I wouldn't have heard it if I'd been about ten more steps away from the door.

I look at the protest with laughter.

"Traditional aristocratic lords of the former Liberty region to deputize for the king's realm...... that's quite a face"

Interesting how the size of the letters shows power relationships such as titles and status.

Three fingers were vacated from the group stuck in the guitar and another name was also written.

"This name is a new nobleman. Looks like I bought more disgust than I thought."

I laugh and throw a protest.

"... be aware that's all that's wrong"

"There's nothing you can do about what you've done. I'll leave the rest to you and Jim."

Adolph dropped his shoulder but shook his head and regained his mind.

"No, because irrational round throwing proved to be better than working poorly."

Let's not complain about disgust because we're having a hard time.

The apex is getting suspicious again.

Next day

"Excuse me for the night. If you are in a fire emergency… please be prepared."

He's bent over so much that Sebastian worries about his back with his eyes closed.

"... you want me to come see what's going on?

I say to Melissa, looking back only at her torso.

"With all due respect, my Lord Left,"

When I let go of her body, Melissa told Sebastian, 'You're not hearing me!?' I dived under the bed wearing a lace dress-style cloth and toy crown torn to the billies as I heard.

Sebastian came aboard. I don't suppose I'll fit in without him.

"I'll be there in 90 seconds."

I threw away my hand stick, removed my hips, and put on my clothes as I wiped away the green dye I applied to my body.

"It is my duty to advise you that Sir's judgment exceeds duty... no, I warn you"

It is the internal affairs bureaucrats of a yarny, detailed kingdom who said it away in a quiet state.

"Ceres...... was it a matter of allowing Queen Malt to pass?

Warning letter. Put it in your mouth before you open it.

"Queen Malt's attitude is respectful, and she also has" no problems passing the trading corps at all, "" I want to supply the road as a friendly country, "" Does the queen have a fiancée? We are forty, 'and the reaction is uniformly positive. "

I need to hear the last guy's name.

"On top of that, the problem lies in the letter of recommendation issued by Your Highness, Sir Hardlett, and more precisely by you. At first glance, it seems to be close to a letter of intimidation in the name of a recommendation."

"About that."

Tristan, who let him sit next to him, speaks out.

"There's been a mistake and I've got paperwork for this deputy and the guard. Of course, I gave you a correction and an apology as soon as it was out of order."

Of course, I gave the correction after Celestina left with the Lord's consent attached.

By the way, my apologies. The high-paid black beast stuffing was filled straight away by my lovely Celia.

I'd rather you think you were lucky.

"… no direct protest has yet come from each lord to the kingdom"

"More than anything."

All right, that's it.

"But letters of recommendation to other countries' trading teams, etc., are supposed to be given by us… the ministers and bureaucrats of the kingdom, with His Majesty's permission. If you give up 100 steps and the military commissioner doesn't have any security problems, you can do it as well."

Tristan elbows me.

I realized what I would do at a time like this when I fought back with my elbow.

"Gu! Nah, I had an agreement inside. It was this one that got ahead without a formal sentence."

"... may I confirm with Sir Radhalde?

I quietly shake my head vertically and agree.

At Tristan's behest, an early horse had already left for Eirich.

It will be sooner than this bureaucrat returns.

"So is this about it? Ro, my ribs..."

Officials stop at the end against Tristan trying to cut the story.

"... there have also been rumours that Sir Hardlett has placed malt under his influence as a de facto protectorate. Shortly after the end of the war, it was His Excellency who turned his legions into malts and crushed them against the proposed annexation."

"Rumor, isn't it? Faction fighting is hard, isn't it? No roots, no leaves. Bad mouth flies."

Tristan spreads his hands open for the good of him.

That kind of trick really suits you.

The bureaucrat stopped again as Marta carefully weaved his coat.

"My country is a kingdom, and your nobility is a lord. Don't forget."

bureaucrats leaving quietly as they are.

He was a quiet guy, not rough, but he seemed capable and creepy to see.

"Phew. Oh, that accompanying daughter, what a beauty. I'm glad it was a soggy man sitting next to me. If that girl was sitting next to me, I wouldn't have talked to her! Yeah, there's a scent left on my coat... where's the bathroom?

(d) I wish I had maintained the cutter for about ten more steps.

"But a warning from a kingdom bureaucrat is one step ahead of the punishment. Pretty bad for less, huh? Especially since people today are neutral even in factional feuds. I mean, without the colored glasses."

"I've managed to fit in, okay? I'll shake it to you when the next one comes along."

Tristan groans, 'Give me a break,' and drinks tea the bureaucrat didn't mouth.

"Gu... Hey, can I go to the doctor for a second? I just had my ribs kicked."

"You can't break a bone just because it's attached."

And the next day before dawn.

"I am a guest. I beg your pardon, Master Celia, as soon as…"

Sebastian is here again.

"I know it's an intense sight, but can I see this?

I say as I stroke the shaking millet in my shoulder position.

"It is alleged that under any condition…"

When I had no choice but to let go of my body, Miley couldn't even hide her face and said, 'Don't look!' 'At least let me down!' and make noise.

How urgent is it to come soon after seeing this possibility?

"Schedule. I don't have time for this. Doesn't it hurt? Then give me a minute."

I put the candle and brush aside and change, put the millet hanging with rope from the ceiling and leave the room.

It was not the guest room that was guided, but the room that still had no owner... so to speak, where it was treated like a storage unit.

Do servants also want to avoid the eyes before dawn when they sleep and in places like this?

To say that there is no name or greeting on top of that...

"I'm here to confirm with my authority as an intelligence officer."

It was a woman about 25 years old who said pale.

Middle meat, middle back, not beautiful, not scrupulous.

It makes a distinctive appearance with no personality that has been thoroughly cut off from the outfit and makeup.

Probably because it doesn't impress those who see it as intelligence officers.

"What do you think about Altairism?

Celia gets nervous with the pin.

"I don't know you well enough to say that. I haven't had a chance to pray to God since I was born."

The intelligence officer takes a good peek into my eyes and then looks back at Celia.

"There is currently an Altair hub in your territory. The biggest thing in Goldonia."

"It seems so. Maybe you've flown in since the fall of the Altair Empire. I have left it unreasonable to forbid altair alone among the many gods, but if there is a disturbing move, I will crush it."

Celia answered calmly, but only a little quicker than usual.

"Altairism tends to be extremely xenophobic and radical compared to the followers of other gods. I therefore recommend it to the Lords' deputies to eliminate it if possible..."

Once again, the intelligence officer sees me and Celia.

"Why would you dare hold a denomination?

"So it was done at some point. We're paying taxes, so we have to keep the law and do no harm."

The intelligence officer looks me in the eye after seeing Celia twice.

Of course it can't be frightening to be happy with a woman's stare.

"There is a difference in doctrine between Rafen and other cities, even if it is the same Altairism. The hallmark of this is the worship directed towards you, Sir Hardlett. In Rafen Altair, you are the subject of worship as a saint."

"It's my first ear! What is it!?

Celia screams in surprise, but she really knew.

I know Celia's real emotions because she's been in a long relationship, and most importantly, I see a campe on her sleeve.

"... that you had no idea?

I nod loudly and watch Campe given to Celia as she coughs.

Speaking of which, no.

The intelligence officer's face gets a lot closer.

I guess not if I kiss you here.

"They and the residents rubbed it before. I called their central figure and set up the moxibustion... but that's a pretty good beauty. I made a mistake."

This campe is crazy.

The intelligence officer looks at the garbage.

But there is no improvisational conversation.

"It's teaching. Whatever you say, it's a woman. He was just a woman if he walked in."

Celia, I'll mess with your armpit with a brush alongside Millet.

"You must have learned of the foolishness that defies the kingdom and Master Eigil. I've been bending my doctrine ever since."

"Are you saying that being considered a saint is to flatter you if you are unwilling to defy it?

Me and Celia snort.

The intelligence officer looks at me again, but I stare back without hesitation.

I really don't feel guilty. I don't know why this happened to me.

When the intelligence officer confirms that there is no sway in my eyes, he sees Celia again as a chill and then stands up.

Excuse me, sir.

Marta is asleep, so she wears her coat and heads to the door, stopping in front of her.

"There are rumors like this in a small part of the Royal Palace." Lord Hardlett shelters Altair in order to use God and make the people recognize themselves as superior to kings, "he said.

"Hmm? So you're saying that Altairism is above kingship among the people and I'll use it?

Twisting his head, the intelligence officer said, 'It's just a rumor. If you don't understand, fine,' he whines and leaves.

Celia jumps in when that footsteps are far enough away from the door.

"Perfect! I wondered what would happen because they said they couldn't be seated with the title, but they outdid it well! Especially the last less intelligent act is great! I didn't suspect them because I thought they were stupid!

"Whoa, that's a stupid act. It's not like I really didn't understand."

I lift Celia.

"You want to go to my room? There's extra rope in the millet, so a small Celia would be enough. I also have a new pen."

"Huh?"

At the same time I hear a faint voice from outside the window.

"Let it go, Celia was a cute daughter! I want to lick that cute crotch! I want mine licked too! Sister - I want you to call me something like that! I don't care about the nasty oaks on the side. '

There would be too many gaps in intelligence officer habits.

I remember that mediocre face clearly in shock.

Whatever it was, it would have all fit.

With that in mind, I was brushing Celia's important places and armpits, but the anomaly didn't stop.

"It seems that the rhetoric to the royal family is accelerating. Inside, even the insane who make a plea for crushing!

It is Mistry, Rival's sister, who has made her the daughter of the Schmidt family, the core of traditional aristocracy, and has scattered her voice on me.

He jumped into the mansion this morning for intense intercourse, and responded by offering the minutes of a meeting held at the Schmidt family for consideration.

I watch the minutes in bed soaking up the aftermath of intercourse.

"He's got a big face."

Count, the aides are natural... there's even a minister.

"So far, the only person who wants to get noticed for saying something tight is talking about crushing it, but it's just incompetent for this guy or something that looks particularly good. But when I eavesdropped on him, he said that the Royal Palace was serious about returning some of his possessions and merging malts."

You can't throw it away.

Let me write down this Minutes.

Tristan...... seems to have a crack in his ribs for some reason, so I'll have to ask Celia.

When Miss Lee leaves, Eirich's belly-hearted Cedric, his sister Martley, jumps in instead.

This one asks for love too, so when I try new moves, my breath becomes constant, and then I whisper into my sleep story.

"I asked as I gave my brother an earful. There seems to be a movement within the new aristocracy to protest against you. He told the royal palace that his powers were too different. Of course, a lot of people support you, and the military commissioner is holding you back, so it doesn't seem to be taking shape."

Martley says as he seeks further action.

"I heard you pretending to be drunk and touching my brother, because many people are bloody and abusive... plus there's talk of losing a duel in Richmott. Maybe some people will give it a little bit."

Bury your face on that limb as you thank Martley.

My head was covered.

The anomaly continues afterwards.

"There's something wrong with the social atmosphere."

Claudia says.

"Your guests are visiting less..."

Rita says.

"Dear Eigil..."

Nonna feels the disturbing air and is trembling in my room.

The stop is top secret from Rebecca.

In summary, this is what happens.

'I'm having a big problem with all the bad things I do precisely. How dare you do this to me'

'I don't sedate for some reason. Investigating the possibility that something is inciting'

'I'll do something about it, so stay asleep for about six months with nothing. I give away troublesome men who threaten my seat instead of meat potty'

The stretch is written like this in bright shape with the picture also exchanged.

"It is not too late for His Majesty to react. It's not even a matter of laughing. its intermediate '.

"Do I have to sleep as advised?"

I contact Claire to get in the mood for a trembling nonna.

The difference between Adolf and Claire was also a really trivial event.

Claire had assumed that somehow me and Adolph were going to cut off their chamber of commerce when they found out about the secret of the gold mine. They also had some evidence, not unfounded. Apparently, the carriage accident was Claire's screaming plot.

Adolf, on the other hand, also assumed that the carriage accident was a push for unilateral demands from Claire.

And this one said there was also a lot of evidence.

In the end, if I say a word to both sides, it's done lightly.

"Something is moving in the shadows..."

It's not Rebecca.

If she had, she wouldn't have advised me or anything.

It wouldn't even be Adolf and Claire.

These guys are also the ones in charge.

He's the most powerful person in conspiracy, such as Kubihelmina, but now he's not interested in the world. 'It's not me. If you're suspicious, you don't mind being naked, and you can monitor it,' he says.

I only have my neck when I say naked, and when I'm with my raw neck, I feel disgusted, so I stopped it.

"Celia is excluded. If Celia's gonna fit me in, then I'm the evil one. I'm gonna help you get me down."

I don't know what you're talking about anymore.

"But Leoporto has all the guys who seem strong about Tristan and Black, and I wonder if they'll do this unilaterally. I can't even see the enemy."

I'll put a coat of procured white leopards on Nonna.

As soon as it was brighter, she went shopping in the city.

Whoa. You hadn't seen the paperwork from Leopold yet.

Expansion of the cavalry, that's okay.

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Protagonist Agil-Hardlet, 26, Spring (beginning of the year)

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 in White Capital Madness God Toxic Resistance (Strong) Scandal

Appears this time

Leoporto (Armament Expansion) Adolf (Household Survey) Tristan (Rib Fracture) Celia (Tight Pen)

Martley (brother seduction) Mistry (family intelligence) Rebecca (confusion) Sebastian (butler)

Millet (Tight) Gretel (Dog to Dog) Melissa (Princess and Oak)

Family Female

Nonna (Fear) Kara (Side Room) Mel (Side Room) Kuw (Righteous Daughter) Luw (Righteous Daughter)

Pipi (Easy) Maria (Side Room) Mitty (Side Room) Katrine (Next Time is Return!) Sophia (concubine)

Rare (concubine) Casey (household survey) Rita (maid concubine) Yogri (concubine) Alice (wizard)

Marceline Mother (Concubine) Daughter Stephanie First Daughter (Concubine) Bridget Second Daughter (Concubine) Felicie Three Daughters (Concubine) Claudia (Serious) Clara (Hot) Adela (Professional Mistress) Annette (Concubine) Dorothea (Wangdu Orphanage) Sally (Samurai) Marul (Samurai) Benel (Micro-response)

Subordinates

Myra (Baron) Irigina (Knight Sir) Secrito (Pleasure) Nautia (Southern Adventure) Porte (Sleepless New Year)

T-99 (Maintenance) Marta (Secretary) Eularen (Forest Elf Parent) Ijalis (Black Elf Parent)

Baroness Lucino-Escaote (deputy) Lucue (her daughter) Seika (her son?

Luna (Sir Knight) Raffaella (a restful place) Christoph (Minkan in front of the fireplace) Zilia (Minkan in front of the fireplace)

GUIG (Liquor New Year) Chloe (Female New Year) Yarkov (Knight Sir (Laughter)) Mac (Guardian Knight)

Physical relationship

Susie (Love)

Other

Claire (??) Laurie (????) Jim (formerly Regional Director of Liberties) Irene (remarried) Solana (busy)

Ivanna (Shipbuilding) Cedric (Sister Drowning) Piris (Stabilization) Busco (Lower Species) Guildless (Han Station Herald)

Andrei (Loricon) Altair (Finished) Laemia (Outstanding)

Outsiders

Firehermina (I Know) Schwartz (Free Time) Lamy (Nap) Mirmi (Egg Care) Arlaune (Prosperity) Brunhilde (Worry) Neppli (Parenting) Porch (Large Lizard) Child Lizard (Spiritual Unity) Felteris (Exposure)

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

Total 369000

Rafen 47000 Lintblum 7000

Richmott (formerly Liberty's) 37000 (1000) Neighborhood Influx Zweielphi 3700 (200)

Army Personnel Infantry 800 Archer 200 Cavalry 800 (+300) Guard 30

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

Property Gold Coin-238000 Gold Mine (+5000) Apology Work Cost (500) Cavalry Increase (2000)

830 Experience

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

Current Location Rafen