Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"I'm in a good mood for His Majesty to be here..."

One man drips his head in front of me sitting on the throne.

I don't know the name, I was introduced to it once I heard it exactly, but I forgot.

"I don't mind. Get in on business."

It's not me that this guy is bowing his head, it's the throne, he'll be tongue-in-cheek with his lowered face.

I don't have the pleasure of being thanked by an old man I don't even know.

"- If you do."

The man starts talking without a bad hesitation.

In summary, there is something wrong with the administration of the kingdom.

I and Adolph, who have little knowledge of the kingdom nobility, cannot decide on the candidates that the king and Kenneth have ever decided.

And then there's not enough money.

I've been working on a proposal for candidates and spending.

I look lightly at the plan and then give it back.

"I don't mind. Do as you please."

The man looks surprised.

What if I'm surprised you suggested it?

"... if you'll excuse me, will there be others whose majesty is to be pushed?

Nothing in particular.

I know you're listening to the boundaries of your body and your children, but there's no such person.

If we let Adolph and others go to the administration of the king's realm, this place will also fail tomorrow.

"Then I tell you to do your duty."

"Mmm."

There is no way I could have been a candidate for King's Land Administration in the first place.

I only know about nobles and central bureaucrats, even Adolphe and Leopold, as far as the argument goes, because I don't know anyone. Even if it is said that □ □ of the assistant to the region's Ohm Villa is suitable - and so on, I can only say 'is that right'.

The usurper of force alone, crude and crude, was it clapping for me to hear my opinion so much, the man tries to leave the room with his neck tilted again and again.

"Tell me if you fail. Don't even think about it."

The man's leg stopped.

I kneel on the floor again with a threatened face.

"If there's trouble, I'm ready to take responsibility for it with my life."

"Why are you taking responsibility? I'm just gonna fire the guy who screwed up."

The man gives a surprised look again.

"Thank you for the warmth. Then I want you to risk your life on the appointee."

"You're not really going to kill me as much as I failed my job. Skipping your neck is a metaphor. Or is the guy you recommended to be the one to the point where there's a substitute for killing Pokopoko?

Thank you. My image remains strange.

I also think I was wrong from the beginning when I started serving Goldonia, if I recall.

Maybe it's Eirich's fault, but I've outraged him a hundred times, so I'll have to accept it in silence.

"Such a thing… then, in addition to His Majesty's merciful words, he said to encourage those in charge to crush themselves"

"Oops. Well, tell him to do his best to the point where he won't get fired... you just have to think weird"

I say it with a little kill in mind only at the end.

If they turn against me, I'll have to jump the pom around my neck.

A man leaves the room.

"Phew, I'm in trouble because I'm suddenly here. Can I get you a drink?"

I reach with my back to the throne.

"Yes, now"

A refrained samurai hands me water with fruit.

"The shoelaces got a little loose. I'm sorry. I need you to fix this."

Yes, Your Majesty.

The samurai kneels down and fixes my shoes.

"Your Majesty, your collar is disturbed. We'll fix it."

"Please."

Another samurai fixes my collar.

I could clearly see the valley when I snuggled in with considerable boobs.

"That's a big chest. You won't be able to help but worry about the man's gaze. Be careful with the beasts."

"Oh, thank you for the advice. Mm, it's big and embarrassing in vain"

When she says so and laughs, the samurai gives thanks, even though she is illuminated.

I guess the reason I don't feel refusal or slutty is because I didn't dust my lust more.

Now, it's not that I'm drunk about the king's all-powerful feeling that I'm letting the ladies with one good thing to do on their own, or that I'm happy using a woman with my jaw.

"Dear Agil, can't you do it yet?

Move your hand to stroke Celia's head.

... it was like a snail coarse speed.

"Oh, first of all, my hips don't move at all. Your hands and feet are right. Besides, I don't crave beauty boobs. It makes me look like a piece of art."

Lucy and I have been doing this all morning, and I've been squeezed out of all my strength and energy.

After morning and Lucy fell asleep in the separate room, Nonna and the others came wagging at me, but instead of holding me, I couldn't even get my body up.

"When Pipi jumped on me and saw Lady Agil unable to move, I worried she would die like this."

They've all been looking for intense intercourse against Lucy, but they couldn't respond to the pity at all.

"I've never seen Master Eigil's array so small. Anyway, my testicles were min-sized, and I shriveled to one thing, and it was only 15 cm... and I looked under the bed to see if I'd cut a thousand."

"Don't say too much because I feel sorry for you"

My exhaustion was awesome, and it saddened everyone with the outrage of not being bulky while being licked one thing by three people on top of being pinched in the face by Nonna's big tits.

Finally, when Brunhilde bit him in the neck, he collapsed with anemia and had to open up.

"I'm still holding emergency meetings in the back house, mainly with Mr. Nonna. I have fallen out because of the priority I have given to taking care of Lady Agil."

I should have rested to regain my strength, but Leopold and Adolphe said they couldn't help but sit on the throne.

Besides, there's no reason to borrow someone's shoulder.

I can't look weaker than my rule is supported by fear.

"Because if you put a cane on it, they might suspect you of being sick and trigger a rebellion."

So I came this far pretending to keep stroking Celia's head instead of a cane.

"Thanks to you, I feel like a plaything animal..."

Celia is cute, so let's not have a problem.

But this condition is not good.

"At least I need to restore my energy."

"It's strength first! What will you do when the assassin arrives!

When I treated her without lust again, the samurai and maids reacted very well.

In them I seemed to be like a rapist king pulling allowances or dependent women into bed and committing crimes, and when I treated them as refreshingly as an earlier boob samurai, the threatened face replaced a laugh, and the attitude of the bees seemed to have changed softly.

"It's an unexpected achievement. Mmm, that perfume smells good. Can you let me sniff it nearby?

"Yes. It's illuminating..."

Bring in the samurai and smell the neck muscle.

Of course I don't turn a nasty eye, and I don't stroke my ass.

Celia also brings it up against me, but it smells strange.

I remember sniffing this morning.

"What, ah! It's this morning's pickle fragment! It's because irigina sneezed at close range!!

"Wash it."

Celia runs away.

"It would be hard to do it alone. I need you to help me, too."

"" "Understood" "

The samurai go after Celia, too.

The guards haven't been around since the beginning.

Because putting an armed soldier nearby that can't confirm his identity is now the opposite of dangerous.

It has already been proven many times that a few assassins can't hold me back in the first place.

I guess this is it.

"Adolph has a meeting streak through the night, and Leopold is checking the King's Capital security on the scene. There's nobody here."

My voice echoed between the wide thrones, and Rebecca put a beat down and looked out of the shadow of the pillar.

"Hey, it's been a while."

"It's been a while. Hardlett, His Majesty the New King."

Rebecca kneeling respectfully, the loose atmosphere is free of fine dust.

It seemed like an effort was being made to give the dust a clearance that also penetrated.

Apparently now is an extremely important time for Rebecca.

But I don't like talking to her in this atmosphere.

"Isn't that a lot of other manners? Keep your head up. Just do as you always do."

"With His Majesty's grace for the rude words and deeds of the past, worthy of death, I am still in the position of lead intelligence officer. This body is nothing more than a hundred times the loyalty and loyalty of a hundred ministers to the eyes of His Majesty, His Majesty's ears, and His Majesty's katana."

Rebecca lays on the floor to fists and foreheads made with both hands, not just knees.

It's hard to talk at this rate. There's nobody else and I'm gonna play a little prank on you.

"Loyalty heart brilliant. If it's quick, I have orders."

"Whatever."

Rebecca, who only gives you a face while you lay low.

It's a serious and nervous face like I've never seen before.

I give it back with a grand attitude and tone.

"Take it off, Rebecca. Take off your torso and milk it. It's a royal life."

"Become!? … and I understand."

After clogging her voice, Rebecca closes her eyes tightly and slowly takes off her jacket.

I wait just before my slightly poorer breasts are exposed.

"Hide your nipples with two fingers. I can't get excited to see everything. It's a royal life."

"Or, my lord, in awe."

My demands continue.

"Round your body and look embarrassed. And stare at me and make me regret it. This is also royal life."

"And I understand..."

Still going on.

"Curse me with my breasts hidden, and forgive my disrespect. Take off your socks while you hide your chest with your fingers and smell your feet."

"Come on!!

Rebecca pushes her finger at me for breaking the limit.

Noticing that the twisted and hard-looking nipples have been rounded out, he hurriedly hugs the undressed clothes and hides them.

"Ha ha, that's fine from the start. There's nobody here, so you're not gonna be the one who cares."

"Grungy"

Rebecca was just getting her clothes back on at the intelligence officer's early work, with her face out of her spoon and collar and a voice of regret.

Okay, now we can talk calmly.

I've always wanted to hear it.

"How could you help me?

"Insurance. You are now sitting on the throne. My reading was right."

I'm not convinced of that.

"It was too bad a bet of minutes. I was far more likely to lose. If I lost and you tipped me off, I'd be done."

It's not worth the risk to just insure.

Then Rebecca leaned down for a while and laughed small.

"The lead intelligence officer is the king's eye, the king's ear, the katana, the feared office"

Some great lords were not even afraid of ministers, but Rebecca was scared.

Evidence of tax evasion, treatment of prohibited goods, or internal scandals... because it was obvious that revelating them and reporting them to the king would do more damage than arguing with the minister.

The superficial position is low and a little bureaucratic, but any nobleman would sit on his shoulder if Rebecca looked at him, sending him hardware to try to be flexible.

"Still... the intelligence officer is in the shadow position, that's the ceiling, there's nothing more."

"Well, you can't be a minister or a great lord from an intelligence officer under the former king."

When I say the Shadow Powerful, it's just a story in the shadows.

A being feared from any big man, but he can't be a big man himself.

"The only way to get more up there... is to move the ceiling, right?

Rebecca laughing provocatively.

I laugh like I give it back, too.

"Find out exactly how high the new ceiling is. Nevertheless, you'd have trouble doing lord or minister status now, wouldn't you? I need you to put together an intelligence officer, as you've always done."

"Yes."

An extra word for Rebecca, whom I thank politely.

"I also give orders like that from time to time. Look at the gap, get up there and make it my girl, and I'll do it."

"... I'm ready. Honestly, I've been worried about that for half a day, and then I sent you information."

I laugh and tell Rebecca to stand behind the throne, staring at me with a slight eye.

Because that's where the lead intelligence officer should be.

Okay, next.

The next thing I came in was... Myra's "The Hutier Family" and Gretel's "The Belts".

The Belts should be far bigger and more prestigious, but now they're shivering in equal rows like the cats they borrowed.

I hear hissocks lying on the floor.

"Wow, we didn't move in a cage, but will we be held accountable?"

Unless it's a promise, but it would be too much for me to cut it off because I didn't agree with the betrayal.

"But we keep blood relatives in His Majesty's chamber. Or the possibility of being spared."

Naturally. There's no way to crush Myra and Gretel's home for a few reasons.

They are depressed, so I say they crush them, but I bury them with difficulty.

"It's sweet. His Majesty slashes the disobedient among the thrones, the harsh... such common sense, etc."

Because you defied me.

If you don't do anything, I won't kill you in the toilet or in the alley.

"I have a desire for a woman... to give myself to Her Majesty and prepare her to be mistress."

I usually care, but I'm not confused by the color tricks because I'm in a sloppy lack of libido right now.

Let's hear about the characteristics of age and appearance.

"Give me your face."

The two groups raise their faces.

And turn bright blue and lag behind.

Why am I threatening you when I'm just sitting here?

"That's right."

Rebecca says in a sigh.

"I'm the only lead intelligence officer with no escorts or maids if you call me the famous King of Robbery for brutality and brutality. I think the only thing I can relate to is execution."

"I don't know."

I tried to reassure him by waving that I wasn't.

But I still don't have the strength and my arms don't go up to the neck position.

I couldn't swing quickly to the side, and it was like slowly scratching my neck off.

"" No, no, no, no!

It's already a pain in the ass.

Rebecca, I left the explanation to you.

"Ha... well, I know all about family structure."

That's the intelligence officer.