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

The morning after Yongsaki and the others found the underground factory.

Oscar spent a sleepless night at the impending choice of Zero Zero Wonder Four and rose to his chest with troubled results.

"Ngo, Ngo"

On the couch next door, Grantham is snoring and sleeping. But Oscar knew this was just raccoon sleeping, pretending to sleep all the time not to worry about this one.

I don't care how he usually behaves, but the truth is that this man's heart is delicate because he's an Oscar we've been amazing together for years.

Never mind Grantham's attitude, he decided to unveil his own resolve.

"Granzam...... no time to be lost forever. I have decided to leave here with the Alliance of Three Kingdoms...... I'm really sorry for you.... I won't say anything unselfish about taking your revenge. But I fulfill my mission. That's my last duty as head of the Wall Knights unit."

Leaving my friends behind. But I move on. I am never the only one who wants to be helped, but I am prepared to proceed with Shura, who even holds the corpse of a friend and discusses the Knights of the Holy Cross to show it.

The morning light from the lattice window dazzles Oscar's back. Captured in prison, Sang, the light was brilliant as if it represented his unbreakable heart.

"Ngoh... but... supi..."

…………

But there was no response at all to his determination, and Grantham remained freshly asleep.

Is Oscar really sleeping with this guy? I think I'll wave in front of Grantham's face.

"Ok... hehe"

…………

When I pinch my nose, I start to say I'm bitterly moggy, and the question turns to certainty.

When Oscar releases his pinched nose, he lifts his white, shaded glasses when he is ashamed of himself, who he cares to have found out about Grantham on his own.

"This guy... you're just a really good face..."

That's what I've been feeling for years.

Just as Oscar's Shura Manifesto was speaking to the wall, it has not reached the sleeping Grantham's ears.

I almost feel hateful if it's true, but I think it's probably the last time I see this guy's face around today, tomorrow, something sticks up in my chest.

"Forgive me... my lifelong friend, Grantham"

Oscar vomits words of penance in front of sleeping friends.

Then, the tip and the footsteps echo in the luxury cell building. There's only one person here who can make the sound of heels.

Standing in front of the cell with the guard, Halami looks at Oscar with a lucid look.

"Good morning, Oscar. You are also beautiful this morning. No, not just this morning, but day and night, from birth......, no you are beautiful from the moment of the creation of the world. Yes...... you are the Knobless Oblige!!

She's a tense woman in the morning. I would just have totally wanted to say Knobless Oblige. With that in mind, Oscar can hang on much closer to sighing.

Unlike usual today, Oscar wore a Tsuba Hiro hat and speculated that she would go somewhere outside from having a bright white piece and a basket in her hand.

"Are you going out today?

"I understand!? That's right, Oscar, you understand me better than anyone else...... Halami, I'm happy."

Oscar looks bitter when he steps on a mine to a halami who dyes his cheeks and trips again inadvertently.

"Your father is taking you to a picnic today. So I think you should come with me... Dating…"

The harami dyed his cheeks while wearing a chained collar and a sneering grin.

I knew Oscar didn't have the right to veto even when I said invite him.

"What about Grantham?

"Are you a muscle guy? Uh-huh, I don't need it, but if Oscar says anything about it, I'll take him. It's like a pet dog."

"... really"

"You have no choice. lonely o s car sa ma"

Halami doesn't realize why Oscar's glasses are white and shady.

Forced to wake up, Granzam was collared with Oscar and pulled out of the luxury cell building like a dog by a halibut.

Halami's father, Debble, and several escorts were already standing by in front of the facility.

(Oscar, where are you going with this?

Granzam wonders why the Debbles, the top of the line here, are trying to get out, and speaks in a voice that only the Oscars can hear.

(I'm not sure Debble's son of a bitch is with him either. Are these guys going to go outside the Scarecrow Wall? You're not really going on a fun picnic)

(If there's a reason for Debble to go outside the walls at this time, only orders from people above him)

(Is that an order from the Knights of the Holy Cross home country?)

"Dear Oscar, what's wrong?

Halami peeks into Oscar's face talking to the bumps from the bottom.

"No, it's nothing"

"Please wait a little longer. They said the ride was coming soon."

After a while, the ride came according to her words.

But Oscar and Grantham end up stuck on that overly sticky ride that came.

Coming in front of them was an armoured vehicle intended for combat, bigger in size than a two-story building, with a huge cannon capturing the front at the top of the vehicle.

At the bottom, a martial artery stepping over any road surface makes a cursory noise, winding up the smoke.

The entire vehicle is covered in metal with excellent defensive performance, called black and silver steel (chromium metal), and I'm firmer when people tell me I'm going to war a little rather than go for a little picnic.

"Oscar... what's this idiot like the most powerful weapon he's ever thought of..."

"Tank. It was originally run with soldiers and weapons on the carrier and pulled to the early horses, but it is said that it has been reinforced and evolved repeatedly and that the one that eventually mounted the artillery on the self-driving car has taken this form"

"That's it..."

"They can even drop this cannon dragon," Halami says of the astonishing Oscars.

When they are stunned, the upper hatch of the tank opens and from there Penupennu, a mad-scientist wrapped in white, shows up.

The moment Grantham sees him, he explodes his anger against the culprit who made Hex look like this.

"Meh is the psycho son of a bitch from that time!! I'll kill you!!

The moment Grantham tried to hit him, a tremendous current flowed from his collar and he crawled on all fours to the ground in an instant.

"Guaaaaaaa!!

"Turn around. This is your father's valued customer."

Grasping the current switch, Halami stepped on Grantham's face on all fours.

See how it goes. Penupennu joyfully holds his cheek up.

"HELLO EBRIWAN!! Big man there! Nice temper. I like it. I'll make it a sample next time!

Pointing to Granzam with his index fingers on both hands, Penupennu flickers his white coat and jumps off the tank, squealing cockroaches and shoulders.

"That's a joke. Hmm. It's still perfect for combat, but it's not the right car for a lift."

On Penupennu, who puts his hand on his chin and looks at the tank, the waiting debull quickly approaches him with a hand rub.

"Welcome. Dear Penupennu"

Penupennu looks at Debble's face, who is it, Koitz? I really don't know. After a look like that, I hit Pong and his hand after a while.

"Oh, you're the fat one asking me to manage this city."

"De, it's Debble"

It was a debulking floating blue muscle on his temples, but I understand that Penupennu is an odd freak from the beginning, and I can push my anger all the time because I know he would have no current position without him.

This man is the stepping stone for Debble today.

"How's it going? How is the cute pet you gave the eagle?

A pet is a dragon with two heads, and that's what eats people everyday and it's hard, but Debble made a smile and replied, "That's fine now".

"G ~ Dog ~ DodBeliberig ~ Dod. That kid had his first successful prototype as a chimera, number 55. I'm both eagle and emotional. Lightheads are raw meat, but leftheads like slime meat, so please give them a good taste."

"Of course it is."

"Naturally," Debble lied, both doing only raw meat, but not knowing how the dragon was managed.

"Well, now the eagle has invited you all to a fun picnic, but what a noisy world. Fat you. It's not weird when a sniper shot you in the head and crushed you into a tomato. So I'm inviting a reliable escort (Otomodachi) today, so let me introduce you first. Mr. Ingrid! Mr. Ingrid!

Penupennu screams at the tank, but there is no response from inside.

"Mr. Ingrid! President Ingrid! Commander! General! Colonel! Commander-in-Chief!"

Ingrid, who was waiting in the tank for the nasty Penupennu, smacks his tongue small, opens the hatch and rides his torso out of the tank.

Then an exclamation leaked from the debulls, "Oh," he said.

I was wondering if even a muscle macho mercenary would come out, because a beautiful silver-haired woman in an official hat showed up.

Ingrid stares down at the penupennes he sees under his eyes as he softens his silver hair.

Beauty is what ordinary people think. Immediately spotting the opponent's power, Oscar and Grantham stopped sweating cold the moment they were exposed to that gaze.

"O, Oscar... what the hell... a monster in a man's skin"

"I'm pretty sure he's not human. A demon... something close to that. I can't see the bottom at all."

"Honestly, that woman is even scarier than a tank like this..."

Compression and anxiety like they're eagling each other's hearts.

It's not like I can catch my breath. So intimidating that you're likely to faint if you get out of your mind.

Only Dan Li has twice as many Grantham knees laughing.

The Debs, who don't know the horror of what's out there, do what they look like: "Beautiful."

"Mr. Ingrid. Pirates, this isn't a crisis. Come on down."

Penupennu urges, but Ingrid stays in the hatch. "Fuck! Ha!" He puts some effort into both arms. But it never comes down.

"Knock..."

"Mr. Ingrid? The sun will go down, won't it?

"Shut up and shut up! Shit, that's why I hate the upper hatch."

When Ingrid was frustrated and full of vertigo force, a meekly dull noise sounded from the tank, which clearly showed the hatch distorted.

"What kind of power..."

Face the power of Ingrid as Grantham distorts even chromium metal.

Apparently, the hatch was jammed in the ass and couldn't get out, but he forced the hatch to come out distorted.

Her outfit is a bright black jacket with shoulder tags, a crimson tie, a gold chain shaking on her chest and black stockings on her tight skirt below.

It's like some officer, looks like the twenties. It looks there but only intimidating doesn't even take a pull on a warring general.

Because it feels so beautiful and icy and cold, it doesn't make a woman aware that she is wearing a glamorous figure, but rather it even makes her feel as if a piece of art is standing and walking.

"I'm such a big ass. Please measure your butt properly before designing a hatch."

Ingrid silently grabbed Penupennu's neck and lifted it as Penupennu shook his ass to incite it to appear.

"Oh, I'm sorry, lie, lie! It's a lie!

Ingrid silenced with a grumpy look as he brutally threw Penupennu, who rarely panicked.

"Let me introduce you. I am President Ingrid Langley, who is more in command of this tank, Kanich Fortress."

"President?"

Penupennu nods to Debble's question.

"She's not like the regular Knights of the Holy Cross, she's an arms dealer. They help us test and mass-produce what we have developed and take over to the local area in many ways. As far as we're concerned, I'd like to bring them into the Knights of the Holy Cross, but there's a reason not to."

"Is that why?

"Yeah, they're demons."

Huh? and surprised Debble is surprised to see the devil's peculiar tail peeking under her crotch.

On the contrary, the Oscars still look bitter.

"It was a half-demon. Their stubborn bodies are very helpful in testing. As technicians, I can't help but wish we were all as sturdy as demons. I just want to shout aloud that Demon is the best, but still we are religious people who revere God. There's a problem with being with the devil."

"Ya, sure..."

"As a eagle, I'd like to cut and throw away crap, but I'm also sure that cursed anger will gush when you treat people's beliefs uninhibited"

"Well, demons are hostile to humans, and they attack us."

"They're not the idiots who left that to their instincts. It's a truly understandable relationship, where we can form a cooperative relationship if there is a consensus of interests and cut our hands off if we don't think it's in each other's interest. Just be careful, when you're in good shape like an earlier eagle, you'll get a cockroach in the neck."

Debble thought I'd say sexually harassing sarcasm to Ingrid earlier that he couldn't get his ass out, "You have a good cushion," but he sweats cold that he was right to keep pushing.

"Doctor, start mounting the new model. Freight (container) Four pairs, okay?

Ingrid speaks clerically in a cold voice without any intent, such as being introduced to us.

Penupennu nods loudly at it and hands him a binder with instructions pinched.

"Yeah, nice to meet you. Please turn the second pair into passenger cars. We have a picnic planned."

Ingrid sends instructions to his men without answering anything, linking the cargo vehicle to the rear of the tank (Kanich Fortress).

As expected, the container would be equipped with armor nights that did not deserve a picnic in turn.

"I still want to introduce you, but I don't have the body to just introduce myself and the sun goes down. Now, ladies and gentlemen, this is the beginning of a fun picnic."

The Oscars only had a bad feeling about Penupennu's containing words.