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

A month before now...

Hex, a fortified city surrounded by huge walls around the royal castle and the territory.

On the soaring walls, watchtowers are erected and soldiers in precious misrillic armor come and go over the wide horizontal walls.

Mithril armor, whose value is far higher than normal metal, is worn by the general army because it can be collected in large quantities from mines located in Hex territory, and there are plenty of Mithrills used in the walls surrounding the territory.

The walls, which used Mithrills at all costs, which have magical properties, are also said to be the hardest in the world, and were also famous from foreign countries.

Sitting on such a wall, with long legs, was Christopher, a narrowly lined neutral beautiful boy. Unlike other armored soldiers, he wears a blue jacket with a cutter shirt, a tie and an official hat on his head, which still seems like a modern police officer.

This uniform was also a testament to the Wall Knights (Knights) that made Hex City famous in the sense of strength.

He looks down at the massive number of refugees who are blocked and stuck at the gate as he gently scratches his golden forehead.

"That's amazing. People are jerking off."

Standing next to him, Oscar, an intelligent young man in a Moss green uniform of different colours with Christopher, was raising his glasses and shouting "Help me, open the gate" at the refugees.

"Humans who have been pursued where they live in church and wandered for a long time. We got this far for help, but he said the gates were tightly closed.... pathetic."

"It's cold on you. Let's live a little looser, in a spirit of love and peace."

"You tighten up a little bit. How many of them do you think are sick? The moment you put it in, it's a pandemic in the wall."

There are many fist marks of blood and mud on the gate as the muddy refugees knocked over and over the closed gate.

Refugees look for somewhere else to enter but the only route to Hex territory surrounded by high walls was a closed main gate.

The guards guarding the gates do not take each other for refugees, and they are as silent on the walls as the Oscars are.

One of the refugees finds Christopher sitting on the wall and waves loudly.

In contrast, Christopher waved back with a refreshing grin.

Naturally, the refugees are waving in the sense of opening it, but they know it and they don't realize it's through.

"If Oscar could help them, would he?

"I sympathize with their plight. But they came this far shaking off the kings and nobles of the small country that reached out to me. I know there are walls here that protect me from supplies, troops, and external enemies. I prefer people who help me even though I'm in a position to get help. There's no way to accept such an arrogant fugitive."

"You stick to morality, don't you? If you leave that refugee alone, you'll starve to death."

"It's worse to stick to the wall until you die. Normally I give up before I starve to death and walk away from here. If he starved to death in front of the wall, he'd be a real idiot."

As they talked, they noticed that a few well-dressed aristocratic humans had climbed the stairs on the side of the territory and came up on the walls.

All the sloppily fat men carry musket guns, and they walk over the walls with their backs and our faces great.

Christopher looks at the leading little mustache man approaching as he blows a cigar and pulls his cheeks together.

"It's Count Debble. I'm not good with that guy, am I? It stinks."

"Well, that's a nobleman who goes into three fingers at Hex."

"That's why I'm not. I don't like the way my eyes look."

"There are also rumors that the Count is a man. You think the servants who serve him are mostly good looking boys, too?"

"I'm too busy using both swords in a shota."

Count DeBull labors "Good Vigilance" when he stands in front of the two of them.

The two returned formal letter salutes.

"You and your lords are in trouble, too. Two of Hex's mightiest knights, Meteor's Christopher, also known as Oscar's Double Prince, monitor trash every day."

With that said, Debble gets a scornful grin when he sees refugees overflowing beneath the walls.

Those eyes obviously aren't looking at humans, they also seem to be looking at moving garbage. When Debble snorted with Hung, he threw the cigar he was wearing over the refugees' heads as it caught fire.

The cigar transmitted the walls with the red fire lit, hitting the refugee's head as it spinned with a circle.

Debble laughs damned when he sees the refugees hit by the cigar panic.

Oscar and Christopher never pinched their mouths at the way it looked.

"No, Wall Knights is natural."

"No, no, you can't. It's not like you two, the troop leader, have fallen. Let's take this place for a while. You guys should get some rest."

"But..."

Christopher tries to eat down, but Oscar signals to make a sequin payment and guess.

"Okay. Oscar Reeve, Christopher Carmine We're going to take a break for a while."

"That's good"

When Debble made a garlic grin, he started putting bullets in the musket gun he brought to cross his nose.

"Yes, Sir Oscar, why don't you make out with our daughter next time? Don't worry, she doesn't look anything like me. She's a beautiful girl."

Returning a loving laugh to Debble, who laughs herself so hard at the joke she said herself, Oscar and Christopher went down under the walls of the castle and into Hex Castle Town when they dawned on their possession.

Then immediately came the smell of gunfire and nitrous smoke from their own heads.

Debble's ’hunt’ has begun. At the same time, outside the gate, the screams of the refugees echo.

"You geezers."

I told him to throw it away, and Oscar looked back only once, but decided to go into a break, as Debble told me.

A long man in heavy armor rushed over as they walked down the castle with an uncomfortable look like they had bitten down a bitter bug.

"Hey, Oscar!

"Granzam."

As the young man called Granzam approached him with gasha gasha and armor, he removed his obnoxious helm in front of him. Then the face of a wildly handsome man was exposed.

Though he had a big scratch on his cheek, he didn't look like he cared about it, and he was a young man who seemed to look good in summer with dazzling white octagonal teeth.

"What is it, both of you, how are you? Are you hungry? You want to go get some meat?

"Don't be with you."

"Oscar, when you're angry, your glasses are white and you're blind."

Grantham told me that he was an Oscar lifting his glasses, but he was right that the lens was bright white and he couldn't peek into his eyes.

When Christopher told him that Debble enjoyed hunting on the walls, he nodded loudly as he looked bitter.

"Ahhh... you can't help it because it's noble breath, can you? They can't go outside either, so they're stressed out."

"Shooting out a refugee's head to relieve stress is not possible. Why is King Hex allowing the aristocrats to do whatever they want? It does not take any countermeasures against the Knights of the Holy Cross, which is responsible for increasing the number of refugees. Why?"

"I'm not supposed to know you said that. Because the king is a bjork. Well, maybe he's already dead."

Granzam tears up "Oh my God" and laughs luxuriously, but it was a totally uninteresting story for an Oscar who hasn't been able to see with the King in a while.

The three beautiful men knights walk side-by-side through the territory.

"But you also had trouble with the Knights of the Holy Cross. The invasion won't stop, and the refugees have reached this point."

"But with the power of our Wall Knights, I can't believe the Knights of the Holy Cross..."

"You can't."

Oscar denies Granzam's words in an instant.

"Nah, it's an instant answer... But now Wall Knights is called the Golden Generation that I, you and Cliff have, right?

"No matter how powerful we at Wall Knights say we are, the power we preach. If the Holy Cross is serious about attacking me, I won't have it."

"You're unusual and weak, Oscar?

"Naturally. The Knights of the Holy Cross can only like that because they have the power."

"Uh, what is it? You have a weapon that's crazy strong, right?

"Angel Weapon (Ioan)"

"You're a robot at last. My Eisentetzer will break you both."

Granzam shows the battle axe he carried swinging with Hyun-hyun.

"Brain muscle. Together, it hurts."

"Surely the only weapon you can think of is a crazy guy who punches an angel in a machine (a robot) and maneuvers it, right? I've seen a lot of henteco weapons, but that one's out of the blue."

"What matters to us is that the Knights of the Holy Cross possess more than one weapon powerful enough to deal with a country."

"But there was a coup over there and all that shit, right?

"The knight side and the church fought and the church side won"

It's the fate of a country with two heads.

"It's good that the church side won in that sense, isn't it? Surely angel weapons can only be handled by people on the side of the losing Knights, right?

"Kurt tribe. It only looks like a child, but it is the only species that is highly divine and able to make a covenant with an angel. But if the Knights side had won in the first place, there would have been no such act of aggression. The Knights are unscrewed, but the church head red ram doesn't even have a screw hole in the first place"

"If the Knights lost, angel weapons wouldn't come out, would they?

"The church has an army of Ironman soldiers, an army of only mechanical armor (Armor Nights) made to imitate angel weapons, even without the Knights. Besides, the Knights have every chance of becoming church dogs in order to regain their lost position."

"So you have a clear relationship between the two heads."

"It's the end of the world for angels to be used in the jaws of church pigs."

"Besides, I also hear that the Church has weapons beyond angel weapons (Ioan), and that overnight it destroyed the city of Zestin"

"The more I ask, the more I feel. What kind of weakness is that?

"The Knights of the Holy Cross are all human beings who cling to their basic and vested rights"

"So?"

"The chain of command is corrupt. At last, the incompetents are in command. I don't understand the basics of tactics or the importance of the base. They're not warriors, they're religious."

"I see. You mean the rice cake is in the cake shop, right?

I didn't know what Grantham was talking about. He was an Oscar tilting his neck, but I didn't care that the usual idiot would just be bursting.

When the three of them walk down the castle town, the women around them tint with it alone. The three narrowly lined neutral beautiful boys Christopher, brother skinned and brave man Granzam, and the intelligent beautiful young Oscar who holds them together, are also celebrities in the city, and just looking at them, the florist drops the vase he had, the blacksmith hits his own finger with a hammer, the fortune teller taps the crystal he had, and the female soldiers in training are all together and fall into the ditch.

All residents, men and women alike, say they are beautiful and squint their eyes inadvertently.

There was a figure of one girl approaching them like that. The aristocratic girl, curling her golden hair and wearing a dress with a wide hem skirt, thanks her for her graceful work when she stands in front of the three ladies with her samurai.

It was Debble's daughter, Halami. If there is indeed any kind of genetic manipulation, she is a girl as beautiful as a mystery as to whether this child will come out of that father, a woman who is also associated with an Oscar of beauty.

"Dear Oscar, Christopher, Grantham in a good mood."

"This is Master Harami."

"I saw you, so I followed you this far"

"Thank you. But don't push it too hard."

"Woof, I'm still confident in my health. So... the..."

Halami blushes her thighs and cheeks and offers Oscar the basket she had.

"Could you please eat this? I made it yesterday."

"Thank you. Take it."

When Oscar receives the basket, the halibut, hands and hands touch each other. That was all Halami's head turned into a flower garden, making her face bright red.

"Also, please come to the Mansion"

"We'll see you soon"

"Be sure to stay there then...... Woof"

Halami left with the samurai blushing to the end.

Grantham watched as he put his hands behind his head and whistled lightly.

When Oscar loses sight of the halibut, he pays his hand with pappa.

"That's Oscar. They come to me from a woman. You wouldn't get caught walking around the city with your cock rounded."

"Catch that..."

"Do it"

Oscar hands Grantham the basket he receives.

"Whoa lucky. But is that okay?

I don't mind.

"I don't know if they'll ask me what it tastes like later."

Granzam flaunts the colorful cake in the basket with musha musha.

"Delicious this. You can't even cook that woman, that's awesome. You have money, power, and you're not married to that woman? Close your eyes to the pig son of a bitch in the debulk and you're almost full."

"Hmm, dirty. That woman, she's an ecstasy person."

The hand of Granzam who was eating Bakubaku stops.

"What's that?"

"When that woman brought the plug in before, she was mixing it with ecstasy powdered with her own pubic hair"

"Wait a minute. What about this?

"Probably in there. There's no way a daughter raised by crazy parents is normal."

"You're kidding, I would have eaten it all!

"You like that, don't you?

"No, I like it... Except you eat it yourself and they eat it again, right?

I don't understand your taste.

"Oh, I'm getting murky, Cliff, lend me your ass!

"No! Die!

Grantham had been given the disgraceful nickname Mr. Driller by Christopher. With those two on his ass, Oscar still sees the peaceful streets of Hex today.

Surrounded by high walls, the city functions as a safe fortified city. But the opposite wall prevented them from seeing what was going on out there, and the protected people, even if there was an imminent fire outside, did not realize it and sang a peaceful routine.

"Residents here have a faint sense of crisis in a bad way. The refugees are pushing right outside the walls."

"It's better than being panicked. There's no doubt that it's safe in the wall, and the Knights of the Holy Cross have to cross the wall to get it to us. It's a bad view, but it's cheap when it comes to safety and balance."

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