Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Damn! That's right, the guy I was holding onto as a teenager is tough. No one else knows Agil's kitsy sexuality!!

"Not if Mr. Catherine's having an affair, either. You don't have anything!?

"Wow, even I don't cheat all four or six times!

"Because we're all in front of children! Don't talk vividly in front of children! Father's Sexuality Games and all that sucks!

The women have gathered in the corner of the table to start sexuality rigging.

It was awkward to go in, and when I heard what it was about, it wasn't good for my spirit, so I decided to stay away and continue eating.

"Um... me... no offense..."

Shivering with a fine voice is my daughter who just saw a soup dish on my face.

You can't punish me for anything.

My daughter can't be relieved given my reputation, which is a big deal in the royal palace, even if I say so with my mouth.

So with gentle words, shift the maid's clothes to her chest, put her hand in the skirt, pull the cloth out and put it on her knees.

"Come on, I didn't mean to offend you. Show me proof."

"Yes, no"

My daughter starts serving with a mouth job shaking her hips.

Hmm, nagging body and tongue for the child's face, the important hole that started to get hot on my lap proves she had no malice.

I felt an unexpected slaughter on my back.

Did the real one come?

"It will be up to us. What are you doing at the family table!

Soon my seat was surrounded by women and children.

"Gu"

Nonna grabs my ear and pulls. Kara pushes her nose up. Mel kneels in the flank and Celia grabs the maid daughter's hair and pulls it apart. Don't be abusive over there.

"Ya."

"I am."

I've learned from my mother. I've played pock-and-mouth cute punches all the way to Suu and Ekacherina.

"Ha ha, that's a slap"

Where I slapped him lightly, he stepped on the toe of his pinky toe.

Bartolomei shaking her head with half a cry when she looks back because it just hurts...... Anastasia hidden behind.

I'm worried about the future around me blaming people for the most painful part of being aware of my weakness.

I grab Anastasia and put her on my knees.

Lying and crying celebrities are already known, even if they cover their faces with their hands as soon as possible and start crying hard.

I don't mind throwing the same kind of vegetables into my mouth as I was throwing them out the window earlier, I distort my pretty face that has been established to be a beauty and chew them nasty.

"Father, so am I."

Rose pulls my sleeve, so I'll put the vegetables in your mouth.

"Stronger. - It's too far back."

What are you talking about?

Antonio pulls Rose's hand like that.

I thought you were standing in a strange position, but you kept it between Katrine and Lucy all the time.

"I can't tell you not to be alarmed by all that noise, but stop making strange signs."

Antonio just leans down saying that it's gone.

Such a toddler could feel good enough to kill.

"I need to call Rebecca after dinner."

I'll sweep as many assassinations as you want against me, but if you can get into the rear palace like this one, I'm in trouble.

There's not even one hidden passage.

"We have to do something about that one too"

When I look at the corner of the table, the women stop slapping and hide behind their backs.

"Ke...... Ke Ke...... Hihihi"

At the end of his gaze, Frantica, apparently dressed in a broken maid outfit, tilts her head 45 degrees diagonally and mogs her mouth somewhat. It's falling at my feet... it looks like a rat's tail, but let's think it's a mistake.

"That's why His Excellency the Minister of Intelligence struck me badly shortly after taking office."

"Ugh..."

Rebecca kneeling in front of the throne and me elbowing on the throne.

Celia next door, a little further away. Adolph and Tristan.

Myra seems to be voluntarily cautious.

With regard to this raid, the nature of the bender's direct exit through the loophole into the royal palace makes it impossible to make Myra - the king's capital, the Kingsguard's responsibility to protect the royal palace from the front. Especially in the rear palace, where the Kingsguards don't usually get in, so security is not possible.

If so, Rebecca's role in detecting the conspiracy plan itself would have been screwed.

Besides, she and the women under her command are in an exceptional position to get into the backyard as well.

"Yes, the conspiracy plan was grasping. But neither personnel nor weapons are enough to break through the royal palace security, trying to let them swim a little more and scratch every shadow... I can't believe there's a secret underground passageway... Ugh"

Rebecca, shivering pimples, came looking small animal and adorable.

On the other hand, the maids who refrain from sidestepping say noisy things.

"Hisohisso... the fierce sire should forgive..."

"Hanging neck or flaming...... hisso"

"Hisso... Maybe I'll eat it after I've offended... Hisso"

"Forgive me for making sure I get it back. Please spare me the left transition and salary cut... and manage to maintain the bonus..."

There's no way I'm gonna do anything terrible to Rebecca.

I owe it to you when you come to the throne. Well, a man would talk differently.

"Even a man is with you this time, though. I don't have time to fire you."

If you exposed your incompetence to anything good, you could be fired immediately.

But I don't know when the next thing will happen if we don't take care of this as soon as possible.

Somehow there was a hidden passage in the middle of the rear palace that nobody knew about.

I don't have time to jump Rebecca's neck, change hands, and take over.

"Was there another hidden passage?"

Rebecca thinks she's finished talking about moving on and off. I give her a face and screw her all at once.

"Yes! Lady Mel, we just turned the floor of the bedroom, Lady Nonna, there was a staircase behind the closet in the bedroom, and we also found a passageway to the city's sewage by the bathroom for the ladies."

"It's full of holes."

I sit deep on the throne with my hands open and showing confusion.

"We found many other suspicious walls and teases. It had a special key or workmanship that couldn't be opened. There's no way we're going around smashing the back of the palace."

"Take care of everything and make it complete. As soon as possible, by tomorrow."

Rebecca stopped trying to snort and shook her head as she asked my face on her upper eye.

"It's not possible, I'm afraid. Too many hidden mechanisms. Apart from the simple escape, only a peephole or a single needle can pass through the hole that seems to be a black purpose... even a white bone corpse with a cracked head in the concealed room... if only perfecting His Majesty's bedroom, it would still be an entire vast rear palace... for the purpose, there can't be any drawings left... hey!?

Celia takes the knotted rope out of her nostrils, and Rebecca lags behind.

"Do something. That would be useful."

I'll say it again just a little more seriously.

Rebecca closed her eyes and conceived of things before shaking her head again.

"I'm sorry. I really can't. The history of the rear palace is centuries old, and only a few of its accumulated histories remain dark. We started investigating yesterday."

I think about it as I fasten Celia, who prepares straw bundles and sparks in the irigina carrying the wood of the cross with restraints.

"Then what do I do?

Rebecca says quickly, worrying about Irigina.

"There are three ways. I will carefully check the whole thing over a few months. But the possibility of overlooking an extremely cleverly disguised structure remains."

Rejected.

The same goes for time, but most importantly, if I overlook even one and Nonna gets squeaky, I can't take it back.

"The other will abandon or overhaul the rear palace itself to create new objects. This will guarantee perfect safety."

"How many years does it take? If we were to build this rear palace as it is, it wouldn't seem like a million pieces of gold would be enough. The finances are very intolerable. That's what tyrants do."

Adolf pinches his mouth for the first time.

"It's not a good idea to build a simple version. The rear palace of the royal palace is a symbol of authority, even if it appears to be in vain. If you don't want to use it, there's only downside to breaking it anyway and building a small one. You can rub it inside, but now you can rub it outside."

Tristan pinches his mouth.

I mean, you can't even rebuild it.

"The third is to ask a person you know. Secret escape routes, hidden warehouses of royal treasures, hidden rooms to keep an eye on guests from other countries… These will never be left on the drawings, but royalty and generations of Kingsguard knights will verbally pass on to the next generation…"

"They all killed him."

"It is a felony to determine the burden of Master Agir."

Celia pushed an object like a cow made of metal. What the hell.

"Please wait! Wife of a king in history...... no exiled mistress etc. But I may have some clue! Give it all three days...... no I'll come looking for it in a week!

Pin flashes at a bitter word.

I got up with one slap of my hand.

"I know the guys who spent a long time in the back palace. And dozens."

I stand up from the throne and walk the nose.

"Which way!? Is it okay if I don't blame you? Isn't that good?

Rebecca screams, sandwiched by ropes, crosses and cattle.

"Celia, treat anything that's noisy and get that one out. Put it on for a while and let it work."

Rebecca screams softly when she sees the clothes that Celia took out because she is unhappy.

We're on our way to the room where we're locking up Frantica.

"Koko...... Kiki"

Removing the locks he had put on for purposes other than imprisonment as punishment, Frantica was sticking to the ceiling and circling her neck. I feel a little worse than the beginning, but I'm fine now.

"Do me a favor, Frantica. No, the beauties inside!

"Itai Atsui Nikuike Kekeke"

I grab her skin, which has been subtly green.

My tongue pops out and my eyes spin around, but now I don't care.

"All right, come in."

When I speak up, the men come into the room.

The outfits are all falling apart.

It could be Kingsguard, it could be my private army, it could be noble attire, or it could be dirty peasant or miner clothes.

It's just that what we all have in common is a hateful, good face.

"" "Are you calling, Your Majesty?" "

A group of men sloppily surround Frantica.

Frantica stops, who was repeatedly eccentric with a crazy look.

I rush back into my mouth when I think the white Moya popped out of my open mouth with multiple popons.

"Keke...... ki...... o, oto...... oto comae"

The creepy laughter also stops and when I think I rubbed my face with both hands, I take the mirror out of my nostrils and start finishing things up.

Your complexion rapidly returns from green to normal color.

You're different than before me. Hey.

"I became a grudge that nestled in the back palace. Oh, I resent you, I'm jealous. Hate, hate."

The meaning I'm saying is the same, but it's turned into a feminine voice that feels a lot easier to hear and even more lustrous.

Unfortunately, if I flip over here, I won't start talking.

Because no one will know more about the black history of the backyard than they do.