Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

A warrior who died in a territorial feud, the fighter is carefully wrapped in leaves of a plant called sheep that can be taken at the foot of a spiritual mountain and burned simultaneously in the centre of the village.

The warrior's wife has the right to follow her husband when he dies, and the right to choose those who follow her.

My wife doesn't have to go after me or go after me.

It is ritual that the slave wife kills the slave wife whom she desires and whom she acknowledges with a short knife received from her husband, killing her own life.

However, this requires a bearer and cannot be done on its own.

The wife who follows, the slave wife, is wrapped in sheep leaves with her husband and burned together.

But when you do it without a spectator, it's not a death of honor, it's a bird burial as a disgraceful suicide.

When you become more than a middleman with multiple wives, this right becomes the right of the first wife and not the second wife.

That's where my wife's sequence comes in.

Of course, if both the second wife and the wife below want to go after him, ask the first wife. If the first wife admits, she can go after him.

Some wives and slave wives naturally don't go after them.

If the Lord dies, a clan member and a chief or great warrior are exchanged to discuss a successor.

Chiefs and Great Warriors are roles as spectators.

If there are too many casualties of war, a medium warrior admitted by the chief would be fine, but this is a different story.

Most of them married their first wives and had children, and since then the oldest men have become medium warriors and great warriors, but some of them have given their first wives positions to their later wives, or their eldest sons have died in battle and their second wives' sons are their oldest children.

In that case, there are things that can be rubbed in the discussion of succession.

It is also the role of the chief or great warrior to listen and make the final decision at that time.

And when the successor is decided, the remaining wives and slave wives of the previous Lord become a collection of mothers.

The supreme of the collection of mothers is the mother of the successor. The identity at home is greater than or equal to the second wife and less than the first wife.

Otherwise, he will be in a position per woman or more, less than or equal to the boy of the slave wife.

Wives and slave wives who are still young and have no blood connection to their successors can not enter the Mother's Collection and become successors' wives, slave wives, or young slave wives can become slave wives in other houses.

However, if you become a slave wife in another house, all children must be adopted by other slave wives and have a daughter-in-law in one place.

If your tribe loses the battle, it may be sent as compensation.

My mother wakes up in Pao for my mother to do regular cooking, cleaning and other women's work.

Wrap your brother with sheep's leaves with an arrow hole in his neck meditating an empty eye.

My left arm was crushed by a horse treading on me, but luckily the rest of it stayed clean.

My brother is not yet independent and I have no wife or slave wife to wrap up with.

If I die, will Lucci, Jesus, and Roche come in with me...

I don't want you to die with me.

I would rather have them live to the age of heading to the Spiritual Mountains.

But there is no analogy, and it saves in my heart.

If I die now, Lucci will probably become the wife of his oldest brother and raise his son.

Jesus and Roche are also still young, so their two daughters will also entrust them to the dolphins to enter the other house as slave wives.

I don't like that, those three are mine. Something to hold you besides me! Absolutely, absolutely not.

I was firmly determined that my brother had to be stronger in front of the burning fire.

A few days later, the women arrived and I gathered in the square.

First the chief chooses one, then it's my turn.

The chief slapped me when I tried to get to the women.

"The woman in the far right, pick that one."

Straight under the woman, as I was told.

Standing in front of me, I smelled the murky and the woman's colors.

Taller than the woman around you.

It's not big, it's neat tall.

My face is grown-up and my lips are thick.

Turn back and roll up the back part.

Tension butts tremble all the time.

Moistened cracks and hair pop into my eyes as I turn forward and raise the front part.

The scent hits me straight in the brain.

When the skirt is lowered and the front part of the chest is opened, Lucci, not as good as Jesus, but a large chest is exposed.

The nipples are claiming to exist with the tung facing upwards.

Her breasts were moist reminiscent of laraf (peaches of water).

Close the chest area.

"What's your name?

"My name is Ann.

"How old?

"It will be 20.

"What about my husband now?

I know, but it's the rules to ask.

"I was there. So I gave birth to four boys. lost in this battle.

"Hands in front"

Ann put her hands forward.

I tied my hips to her and returned to my position.

Ann looked at her choice of slave wife hoping she could get along with everyone.