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

Two hours after I started cleaning inside the tank.

That guy has no movement whatsoever...

There are more and more data screens around the Ingrid that have given me instructions, and I can't see my face, and my attitude hasn't changed, but I think I'm busy with that and this.

I don't even think I'm going to clean it, but the upper hatch accidentally opened and someone came down with a ston.

Apparently, her ass never caught on, and the girl who fell plays her long bouncing hair behind her back when she lands hiccups.

The girl, dressed in white in military uniform, is as demonic as Ingrid, with bat feathers stretching out of her side head and black tails peeking under her box skirt.

"Sister, Metatron and Tanatos, but I knew the core wouldn't respond. I wonder why humans try to use the black box as it is. You don't understand."

The rational girl who suddenly came down, oh? And I realized I existed.

Does calling her sister mean she's Ingrid's sister? Sure, the long cut eyes match, but they have a slack style on red brown long hair.

When I say what I want to say, my body develops very differently from my sister's. Especially the chest and buttocks are remarkable, and I don't know how many years it still takes to get the same style as my sister.

The rational demon gave an uncomfortable look at my gaze falling from my face ston down.

"Who is it, this guy? I have a very rude gaze."

"No, there's no extinction either. I expect enough from now on."

"Can I hit this guy? Isn't that nice?

The rational demon approaches us with a smile. Ingrid raises his voice to block it.

"The human is Lunaria, our mechanic. Lunaria, I'm gonna let you use this person."

"You don't need a human hand."

"If you were free, you'd have said you wanted to borrow it with your cat's hands."

"I'm talking about if you can work like a cat. Well, fine, bring this."

While I say I don't want it, Lunaria hands me a note with the name of the parts that look like tanks.

"If you tell the human guard, he'll arrange it, so use it."

"Okay."

I decided to leave the tank and ask the guard nearby where the parts were.

Then, this part is that factory over there, that part is that factory over here, and I framed myself searching around for a factory all over Hex.

By the time we had all the parts together and transported a pile of machines that had become piles on the trolley, we had already gone around noon.

"Damn, that's not how much you can hold on your own."

Foolishly pushing a heavy trolley back to the vicinity of the tank, a voice is heard from behind.

"Hey, you"

Looking back, kid, I put a shave in my head, a guy like a chimp stood.

It was James Ponch, or the other way around, he's the one whose name is dirty. I certainly didn't get a very good impression of Chris because he was irritating him with the squad leader.

Apparently, this man was also called in for tank maintenance.

"You're James Chin..."

"If you say any more, I'll kill you."

You've probably been made fun of with this stuff before. James stares at this one with his blues raised.

"Oh, my God, I'm busy right now"

"You're up to something, aren't you?

"What are you talking about?

All of a sudden I get in too much trouble for being told that I would be up to something.

I thought I was always up to something nasty, but with a word from James, my complexion changes.

"You're discussing something fucking cocky back there with that good-faced good guy."

"... what are you trying to say"

I have been alert to guards until now, but I have been alert to the same prisoners.

Does this guy know we're out of jail in the middle of the night?

"Like jailbreak, don't you think it's funny?

That's what I say. James with an inclusive grin.

By contrast, my gaze was sharper.

From this nuance, you probably haven't been seen out of jail. I'm just pretty sure it's marked.

"Come on, keep your mouth shut while you do that, or don't look like it. Instead, I'm one of you, right?

"Friends?"

"Oh, I said I'd help you if you were going to break out."

…………

Suspicious. This blatantly nasty twat, no matter what you think, I don't think you'll cooperate properly.

Rather, I'm only willing to betray you lightly.

If this guy was beautiful, I might have trusted him lightly and fooled him, but there's no way I can properly trust what Chimpy DQN says like this.

Let's get this place over with.

"Unfortunately, I don't know what you're talking about, and you did terrible things to Christopher. I don't trust a man with more than one weak position."

"Dude, that guy's ex-Wall Knights, huh? The knights of the country, who are responsible for protecting their inhabitants, have lost lightly and have been ruled by other nations. I think we should be criticized for more than working in taxes, huh?

"It is wrong of you to hold a knight responsible for his defeat. What you're doing is just eight hits."

That being said, James laughed with his nose and shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't be so evil. Even this one is desperate to live. I have to get out of here for a reason."

"I'm not interested in your reasons at all"

As I pulled the crap out of my trolley, James stood in front of me in a hurry.

"Wait, wait! Why would I want to go outside?"

Ignore it and pull the trolley. But James came after me desperately. They want you to listen to me.

Block the road again, James dressed up.

"I have her (Onna) across the wall. You're sick and I have to watch you."

You said you weren't interested in this guy, but you forced me to.

"That's a clear lie. I've seen adventurers with eyes like yours several times. I always betrayed him along the way, telling him to trust me at first."

"" I'm not. ""

James and my voice are hammered.

"That's what they all say. I might have trusted you if you'd helped Christopher out a little bit, but your actions will come back to you."

James shrugged his shoulder again as he smashed his tongue small.

"Oh, boy, you're so obsessed with that hot guy's ass."

It's not a mistake.

"I don't care what you say now, it seems useless"

It's true that even this one wants company, but what I want is a trustworthy companion and not a person who betrays me on the earth.

"I fell."

James picks up a part like the remote that was rolling by the trolley and puts it on the top.

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"Well, if you want to do something, speak up. I'm good with guards, and I might be able to get you what you need. I'm perfectly sorry I drowned and died in here. Cooperate. I'm not lying to that word."

That's all James left to say.

Then I look at him and wonder if I might have stuck it a little too far.

He said he had a good face for the guard, and maybe he could help.

"Ha, why not? So far, there's been a loco guy in the bald spot I met. I haven't tried."

Then back to the tank, Lunaria is away or she is not seen.

"That guy, where'd he go?"

Groaning so, Lunaria appeared as she fell asleep on a sleeping board (creeper) from directly under the tank.

He wears a face guard on his face, grips something like a burner, and apparently maintains his body.

"Mr. Lunaria, I've got your parts."

"Oh, yes, thank you. Leave it there."

I was surprised at what she said.

Because I've never been told to thank you before for finishing the work.

When I'm distracted, Lunaria takes off her face guard and looks at this one.

"What's wrong with that?

"No, I was surprised to be thanked... for being, with all due respect, a demon"

"Well, the devil is just a race name. Some devil's fighting instincts, but many of them are fading now."

"Really?

"Yeah, what do I say, but I can think of something worse than a demon."

With that said, Lunaria changes the tools and fishes the parts I bring.

"Surely the Knights of the Holy Cross are more demonic"

That's how I squeal, and then I press my mouth.

There's no way you can be safe if you criticize the Knights in front of them.

But Lunaria didn't look particularly concerned, and when she fell asleep on the sleeping board again, she dived under the tank.

"Well, I know how you feel. Because it's impossible for a normal demon to capture all these people and force them to labor."

"Um, aren't you angry?

"I don't really want to say anything bad about my clients either, because I've been watching what they do until I get here. By the way, we work in a different system from the Knights of the Holy Cross, so I don't mind the criticism of the Knights of the Holy Cross apart. But contractually we treat it the same way as our allies, so we have to deal with it if it's too blatant"

I'll pretend I don't hear you say anything bad about the Knights of the Holy Cross in front of them, but you mean you have to deal with it if you say it too much.

Somehow you see the relationship between them and the Knights of the Holy Cross.

I see. I nod. I thought we could talk around here, and I looked at Lunaria diving under the tank.

Then, the legs of the Lunaria under the body of the car were unmade and the pants were just visible.

"What... and..."

I guess she doesn't really realize she's obsessed with maintenance and spreading her own legs.

I was crouching down and staring at the cancer.

"It's suddenly quiet, what's wrong?

To Lunaria's question I rush to cough and deceive.

"I ask you, what color do you like about Mr. Lunaria?

"What? Is it white or yellow?

"Ah, I see, white and yellow stripes. I knew it..."

"What's wrong?

"No, it's nothing. But it looks like a strong tank."

"You don't get anything to compliment me, do you?

"What?"

"Because I built this."

"Are you serious?

"Yeah, I'm serious."

"I thought it was made by the Knights of the Holy Cross."

"I like to build things like this."

"It's amazing what I like and can build."

"I'm desperate to increase my spells and magic all around me, and I was the only one making this, so I treated him like a complete freak."

"No, I think there's a romance."

"You're pretty good at talking."

Then rapped, Lunaria starts talking about tanks and bipedal Armor Knights, talking about design thought, dedication, and aesthetics.

He was spilling it in Grantham's mouth that he said it was the most powerful weapon an idiot could come up with and thought I'd kill him for real.

Seeing what raps me when I do it when it comes to this area of my own choosing, I feel like I have something.

(this kid...... maybe he's a nerd)

Tanks, robo geeks, that's what I said. I liked it so much that I built it myself, like it is the ultimate evolutionary system of being good at things.

Therefore, I am indifferent to other matters.

The proof is that he still spreads his legs and doesn't even notice it when I see him with pants guns.

I said, "Hmm, so what?" and keep looking at the legs opened to the M-shape as he encouraged the conversation.

"Nice, you have quite a sight"

"No, Mr. Lunaria, I think there are only sights"

"Next time we talk carefully..."

That's what I said. When Lunaria looked up as she fell asleep, she saw my face just between her own legs and her legs, and she was bored.

"Um... do you see that attitude?

"Yeah, just like that."

"Since when?

"Isn't that enough to start talking?

"Why are you so grand?

"I know they're gonna bust me already, so I thought I'd reopen it and keep looking at it."

"I don't hate that end-of-life thought. Then sweeten your words."

When Lunaria released the demon bullet from her index finger, my body was blown off and my head was made afro.