Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

A man in a monastic coat, Kelvim, slowly enters the chapel of Gloucester Castle, home to the Knights of the Holy Cross.

The chapel, surrounded by a statue of Minnea with a merciful expression and stained glass, is considered off-limits except for some church executives, and is said to be in favor of the faithful and slaves if the Red Lamb is to be caged here.

As Kelvim approached the altar, Red Lamb was in the midst of caring for an ambushed female knight as the Minneau statue watched.

"Pope, the non-Kurt Knights' slave farm (farm) is ready for transfer"

Kelvim continues to wait until Red Lamb releases his beast appetite while lifting his glasses as the sound of his breasts and meat pounding meat echoes.

"This is God's, will!

The knight, who had already fainted, had her personality in custody on the church side on charges of joining the Knights during the coup.

In fact, however, the coup is carried out exclusively by the Kurt tribe, and human species like her are not part of the coup.

The female knight pleaded her innocence many times, but the Church completely ignored that and when she detained the female knight, she continued to deprive her of her dignity on the grounds of interrogation ever since.

She simply got Pope Red Lamb to like that body, and whether or not she's innocent is some end story.

"Phew, you're starting to get a bad idea. I don't need this woman anymore. As a traitor, judge your belly and hang it in the city square."

The treatment of female knights, who were thrown away and still repeated their cramps, was too mundane.

"Do, what?

"Knights Slave Farm (Farm) ready for transfer"

Kelvim repeats the same thing as he puts his face against the blue smell of sperm.

"I don't care about non-Kurt knights or anything. More than that, those obnoxious twats..."

Finally, there was the long-awaited coup and, as expected, all the Knights fell into their own hands, but when they tried to deprive them of their dignity, they played a being whose Kurt divinity was high and unclean.

Thanks to this, Red Lamb's Nani has burned his tip, with severe pain every time he urinates.

This is the wound that doesn't accept healing, and that irritates Red Lamb again.

"The Kurt knights are currently in the process of finishing their tuna cutting and registering their slaves"

"Drop their dignity thoroughly to the ground. And then I'll shake your stuff."

"Yes, sir."

Red Lamb sprays that smoke on Kelvim when he lights the cigar with his lower body rounded out.

"What about mass-produced arc angels?

"He said the line was already being made from Penupenne"

"Eat all the money and slap me in the ass."

"Ha, or he said Count Britnio, who runs one of the underground slave arenas, was attacked and killed by thieves"

"What? That man didn't realize he was being resented?

Red Lamb shelves himself completely.

"There would have been one captain of the Knights over there, wouldn't there? He was too busy to send me slaves."

"He fled under the chaos of the raid, and died in the middle of it,"

"What about the body?

"Apparently, he was attacked by a warcraft he kept in the arena, and the defect was severe."

"I don't know what else to do. I don't care about the Kurt people in the corner. I don't care how you die."

"I just don't know. Some things are suspicious."

"What?

"Count Britnio had his head blown away by magic. It's pretty precise, and it's a power squeeze."

"Wasn't there a mix of highly rare mercenaries who fell among the thieves?

"I don't know... the investigation."

As the two speak, a man with a bearded face with a chapel door open and a bandit-like look comes in with a collar on multiple women and forced to drag them in.

"What, Gebra, are you home already?

The man, called Gebra, grins at Red Lamb and two faces.

"Dad, I've been talking to Romero. They totally freaked out and shook the white flag."

"The countries of the east are nothing but a stepping stone. Using them to attack the Red Moon Empire."

"Father, if you had the weapon that destroyed Zestin, wouldn't you have to do something like that?

"That still needs to be adjusted. I really meant to keep it down on a smaller scale, but I couldn't adjust the output well enough to kill them all."

"Why don't we just bump them all to death?

"It doesn't make sense where you reigned over a corpse. And if you complete the mass-produced archangel, you won't be afraid of the Red Moon or Dorothea."

Red Lamb wipes zero liquor from the edge of his mouth as he sips a whiskey placed on the altar.

"What's wrong with that woman?

"When I went around the east side, I brought them in because there was a good aristocratic woman. Sounds like a devout follower of Minneanness."

Gebra has a humble grin, but naturally there is no way they are believers, and they were forced to take them away by telling them to give their daughter if they really have faith from the nobility of the Eastern countries.

"Well done. Let's pet him quickly. You should hang out too."

"I did it."

Gebra, the unknown son of Redrum, once removed his belt after making a chatter and sound, began torturing him, along with Redrum, in the name of petition.

Looking at Kelvim with his own dirty eyes, he lifts his glasses.

……………

"While..."

No, I told you it looked hot, didn't I? But isn't this a little day by day, no, fire by fire wrong?

On the camel we cross the desert zone, but the shining sun scorches our skin.

A camel resistant to the sand, but not a carriage, so the scorching sun hits it straight away, and it's going to really burn if you even wear black clothes.

"Hot... melting... no... melting"

I'm already half-liquefying. Stick with Orion.

It's all sand and stone as far as I can see, and I can't enjoy the scenic changes at all.

"Are you all right? You going in the coffin, too?

"Not yet... a little more..."

Looking back, we, the Trident Chariot, are walking in a vertical row of caravans.

I don't know if it's Obelisk, but I'm not so worried about the Pyramid Dungeon offense.

However, someone is about to dry out and die before they reach the dungeon.

Down in the heat, by the way, Raylan is putting tons of ice in his coffin and having two camels pull his coffin.

I want to say what kind of heroine you are, but I'm the one who brought you here.

By the way, there are already three coffins pulling. I'm supposed to take a break from the guy who went down with the fever into an iced coffin in turn.

"Pelape - lapelapelapelapelapelapelapelache - racegelaccio?

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

This is also troublesome because the man who wrapped the guide's turban talks in a language that I can't understand.

I can't help but spill my stupidity as to why I'm here and hitting the language wall.

"Pepelape - lapelape - la, pelapelachegenau?

"Uh, Chegenau. Chegenau. I don't know what it is, but it's Chegeraccio."

"Ooh! Cheki Cheki Laccio Chege Laccio"

I don't know what I got, but the guy in the guide is laughing a lot on the camel.

I don't think you're laughing either.

With that in mind, suddenly a gunshot sounded and the shoulder of the man in the guide was shot out by someone.

"Are you all right!?

The guide who fell from the camel apparently avoided fatal injuries and manages to get up.

"It's okay, Death. Shoulder shot. Taleta dakede ~ S!

Do you talk normally?

"Bandits Red Sun Death in the Wide Desert!

You only said normal things, those bandits.

Looking around, there are multiple men in turbans with black flags, surrounded by birds with long legs like geese.

"Pelape - Lapelape - La!

When the bandits point guns like trumpets at us, they talk abruptly. I'm not sure what you're talking about, but maybe if you move, I'll shoot you. I tried to say something targeted.

"What are they saying?

"Wakarimasen"

Why don't you know. You said something similar earlier, didn't you?

"Pepper, pepper, pepper?"

"Peppera peppera"

The bandits are discussing each other in unclear terms.

But there's no way our chariot is going to lose like such a miscellaneous fish bandit.

"Orion"

Looking next door, Orion was totally gelling.

"Freia"

When I looked back, Freya had taken it to the camel and was totally glocky.

"Sakya, Karin"

Plus the Dragon Knights behind them are dying on camels with their ears picked.

Was crossing the desert too harsh for small animals after all?

Raylan at the rear is already in the coffin, and why is he already in the coffin before our members start?

It reminds me of an old era RPG walking around with a coffin, and I wonder if this is how it feels to be a fellow dead brave man.

"I'll try to protect this place."

That's what I meant, but the bandits suddenly showed themselves in a panic, pulling the ostrich and walking away.

"What...?

As I tilt my neck, the guide seemed to notice something and jumped on the camel in a hurry.

"It's a bad bunch of snakes!

"What snake? You speak perfectly."

When I look at the guide pointing at him, who is no longer even picky, his upper body is a woman and his lower body is a bunch of snake monsters Lamia is pushing over.

I have certainly heard rumors that Ramia is a beauty in half a demon.

Isn't this possibly a flag that puts your monster daughter in a bunch of company? I think so. When I see it with Kachanov binoculars, my expectations are completely off, my upper body is certainly a woman, but my skin is all covered in green scales, and my face is clearly snake-like. He is stretching his tongue, which is broken into two strands in a horrible shape, and he understands that if he is swallowed up by that one, he will die.

"What is that, Snake!

"I told you. If they catch a man, they'll make him a Tane man who'll just squeeze out his sperm for the rest of his life."

It's like a reverse version of that goblin.

Hurry up and kick the camel belly, but the annoyed looking camel only progresses at a lazy, lazy pace.

"Hey, please! I'll treat you to some delicious salt when you get to town!

Naturally, camels who don't understand words like that go at their own pace.

"Hiaaaaa! Fresh na man da!!

When the snake women find our caravan, they storm with a weapon like a candlestick in their hands.

I don't like it, I can't believe these disgusting snakes keep me squeezed for the rest of my life!

That's what I thought, but Lamia totally ignored our caravan and was about to hit another caravan that went through the vicinity as well.

The caravan had a lot of good looking men and apparently became a hobby of the Lamias.

On the contrary, it seems I've even been turned that way by Lamia.

I'm sure they went that way because there were plenty of guys over there. I make excuses in my heart.

"Husband Nice face!

"You're making fun of me. You are!

"Let's get to the city!

"It's complicated, but I don't know if a handsome man is being attacked"

It would be like a handsome tax. Lamia's opponent was entirely at his disposal, and our coffin caravan arrived in the desert city of Manslatalia, the planned stop point.