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

The day after the Penupennes devastated the advance party of the Troika.

I come to the workplace and look at my face in order to work as usual.

"... apparently the number of guards has increased."

Plus to guards like Adventurer Collapse, who's always in the workplace, there are a few more guards for women I've never seen before.

Moreover, it can be seen that none of them are human species with tails growing from their buttocks, bat-like wings stretching from their hips, or sheep-like tuna growing from their heads.

Probably a demon (demon) species, but I don't see why there's suddenly more demon guards.

He thought the same thing about Chris standing next to me, and he whispered to me as I watched the flowing belt conveyor.

"There's more guards, right?

"Oh, and you're not all human. What's like an employee ID hanging from that neck?

All the newly-increased demon guards have cards hanging around their necks, and that can't help but look like an employee ID.

"Come on...... Speaking of which, I hear Penupennu, the technical adviser of the Knights of the Holy Cross, came here yesterday. That's when some unit joined us."

"No, there was a big tank outside yesterday."

"Looks like Penupenne left, but the troops are stationed here."

"Is that these demon guards? It's the end of the world that the church is connected to the devil."

When I look at the newly increased number of demon guards, this guy always gets a good tit butt.

I was chasing a demon costume like an awesome leotard of cannibalism with my eyes.

"It makes it harder to move."

"Oh... you can't keep your eyes open..."

With such an unreliable cloth area...

That bikini-like string with the handcuffs on it tickles my maniac mind again.

This way, there's such an unbalanced virtue of letting a swimsuit have just a gun, or a big sword for a little girl.

"I doubt it, but a lot of guys come at you without a question, right?

"Yeah, you are. It's not a race that makes such a disciplined move. Intermediate and above demons want to have a territory."

"Right?

Demons often live only for their own pleasure, and I don't hear much about people acting in flocks with demons of the same rank, even if they sometimes walk with their servants.

Kill, offend, snatch, and take what you don't like. Whether that's a human race or a demonic race, it doesn't matter.

When you become an advanced demon, you excel in magic, and the country gathers its elites to form a crusade.

Unlike the warcraft who are true to their instincts, they are highly intelligent, and some call themselves kings with their castles?

"Maybe we have a boss who heads all these demons. You're a very powerful demon."

"There's one more problem, even though it's new."

"You want me to move the new one?

"I can't do it at all"

I shot the new Metatron and Tanatos maneuvering manuals with my smartphone camera from the Armor Knights production plant in the basement of the holding building, and I looked back at that later, but I don't feel like I can move them at all with any of this pungent content.

In the first line of the manual [first tune to the magic coefficient E to give access to the cocoon circuit to the statements required for activation and pharsis control of the fuselage. Doing so frees up functionality by purging all F solids -]

It said something like that, and I felt like I was looking at a conscious IT employee's blog.

"What's the new manual?

"I saw it, but the jargon flies too far, and seriously, I don't know what it means. They start when Farsi's controller cocoons and purges."

"Oscar might find out. Because he's familiar with ancient (rune) characters and such."

"I think the times are too different between the ancient letters and the latest Armor Knights manuals..."

But the status quo is definitely a clue.

Me and Chris, who are really captured, are the only ones with limits, and we need people we can trust now that we have limited each other's abilities.

"Chris, let's go to Oscar's tonight. Even though we can get out with the metal slime key, it's not realistic for the two of us to take the new model and help the inmates."

"Right. Oscar will come up with something."

"Well, the question is, will that stonehead work with you easily?"

Talking about that, a demon guard comes from outside the workplace who doesn't even know if she's a dude or a woman in obnoxious pitch-black armor and speaks up.

"Do any of these people know a little bit about machines! Master Ingrid needs some men to fix the tank!

I was smashed in the back by a former human guard.

"Hey, you go."

"Are you okay with the work?

"Never mind, Master Debble has ordered us to respond to Ingrid's request as a matter of the utmost priority."

"Ha, I don't know so much about machines either."

"Just go."

"I'm coming, too."

Chris raises his hand but the guard shook his head.

"You can't. Stay and work for him."

"Uh-oh. Why just me?"

Breaking up with Chris inflating his cheeks, I leave the workplace following the Devil's Watch.

Apart from me, a few men prisoners followed later and came to the front of the tank, as I was told.

I just saw it as chirali yesterday, but when I actually see the tank in front of me, I lose the word.

"Wow... so..."

That's all that comes out anymore.

A martial artery on a giant turret. Black shining heavy armor was a chariot without deception.

Instead, the figure is bigger than the tank I know, and I think I should say one way or another it's a land battleship.

"I didn't expect to see anything like this in this world."

I have moving armor (robots) and G-13. I shake my head about a tank now.

"You go inside. The rest of us are outside."

I am prompted by a knight-armed demon, who climbs the tank and enters from the upper hatch.

I was wondering if the cockpit was a narrower one, but usually large enough to move around, with three seats in front, one in the center and three in front lined with meters, levers and a number of switches, it also looks like the plane cockpit I used to see on TV.

The central seat seemed to be for the commander, so that the entire cockpit could be seen around.

"You're a completely different civilization..."

No one's looking around wondering what to do here.

After waiting for a while, a long leg unexpectedly appeared from the ceiling.

Beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, high heeled feet that look painful if stepped on are rocking in the Praprapra and the universe.

"... what is this"

Why only legs...... Looking up, the tight skirt turns half way up, and only the butt with the black pants in sight floats in the universe.

Oyakata! My ass from the sky! My ass is coming down!

If you had a pussy, you wouldn't say stupid, work it! And you'll be scolded.

"This is the guy named Rapu-O..." I said, looking closely at the thick flying stone (Shiri) stuck in the hatch.

Then I heard something from above the hatch. "Pull it quick!" Sure sounds that way.

Ha-ha...... So you can't get your ass stuck in there. I understand.

I can't help it, excuse me for a second.

I grabbed my half-seeing ass and forced myself down.

Then the woman slipped off with great momentum, and I fell on the floor with that shock and hit my head massively.

"Penupennu, it's unnecessary to fix the distorted hatch on your own...... This is why I hate the upper hatch."

The woman who cushioned me woke up slowly with her face up.

A woman like this officer, wearing a black jacket and a feather, finally realizes she's underlaying something, and turns her cleavage eyes to me.

I checked the cards hanging around her neck then. It says Ingrid Langley in the name column, that one? Could this guy not be the boss? and unpleasant sweat.

It entails a cold atmosphere like an ice sculpture, with silver curtain-like hair flowing sarcastically. I feel no heat at all when it comes to worrying about the whiteness of my skin, being ridden on top, and illusion that the sculpture is really moving.

I had no idea such a beautiful person had her ass pinched and couldn't move.

"... who are you"

"Um, the armored guard called me in."

"Bael... what happened to the other guys?

"I was alone from the start."

"Are you the one who pulled me off?

"Yes, you were a thick, good ass. Do you want to suck on your hands like this?"

Expressing a round ass like this in a gesture, a woman pulls a silver glowing pistol out of her waist and sets a muzzle on my forehead.

When the woman glanced at me with a cold eye like she could see in the garbage, she woke up a revolver shooting iron.

"I'm gonna blow your head off."

"Excuse me. Excuse me! I'm in good shape!

When the woman pounds her tongue, she stands up and lowers her sloppy tight skirt.

"Um, is that a good name, Mr. Ingrid?

…………

By not denying it, I guess this guy is definitely a demon named Ingrid.

Being treated politely by Debble means that he is probably the boss who leads this demon.

When she sits in the central seat as if nothing had happened, she ignores me and makes me display some sort of data screen in the hollow and manipulate it with pico.

"Um, what can I do?

"... even clean it"

"Ha..."

I picked up some cleaning gear and decided to clean the tank.

There are lots of switches like that that I care about. I can't help but wonder what would happen if I pressed this with a doc button surrounded by yellow and black striped frames or something.

Sometimes it was beautiful from the beginning, and the cleaning itself doesn't take that long to finish.

As always, Ingrid glimmers with mysterious data displayed in the air to increase or decrease the number of monitors floating in the air, whilst occasionally blurring his tongue.

Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing, and I don't see how my next job is coming.

Ask him if he can go home when he's free.

I thought so. I decided to look for something I might be able to do while I asked her how she was like President Minato.

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