Survival in Another World With My Master

Once the Imperial Palace had finished its repression, it was now time for the entire Griselburg to end its repression quickly. The heads of forces who didn't want to surrender fell into our hands, and the hostages who were being held were rescued safely, and the people of the city helped us.

Unfortunately, some of the hostages lost their families when our shelling destroyed the walls. It's painful, but the prisoner woman who lost her family didn't blame us with a sad look. I entrusted the care of people like her to the priests of Adolphus.

That kind of thing is too heavy for me to carry alone on a boulder. All I can do is give a few large gemstones to their Adolese priests and provide them with money to care for them. Money can't heal people's minds - it may not be the case, but that's it. I hope I can help you have peace of mind.

"You have a difficult face."

After restoring the castle walls and the Lords Hall, Amarier sat next to her as she was doing her thoughts in the Lords Hall conversation room without doing anything in particular. Her expression is somewhat caring.

"Well, after the battle, there were many things I thought about."

I'm ready to go to hell with Sylvie, but when I see someone who loses his family and grieves in front of me, there's still something I think of. Ultimately, I came to the conclusion that no matter what happens, it can't stop now, but it doesn't make me feel better when I sink.

I don't want to worry about Ujiuji, but it's all about sex. If I now saw this world as a game or something, and the people living in this world were the characters of the game - that is, if I had the sensitivity to be seen as an NPC or something, I wouldn't have been so worried.

"You don't have to force yourself to go to war, do you?

"That's probably true, but... But you don't have to have a weapon to show your face at the scene. Besides, my power helps me on the front lines."

Especially against defensive buildings like this one. I suppose I could have accompanied you this time as a versatile tool that only holes in the wall.

Well, if I had to deal with enemy soldiers and Aervich, I might have broken in sooner. It's probably much quicker to break through the walls and shoot them all with a submachine gun. Leaving it to Danang to clean up was no trouble. But there's something different about that.

"In the end, I think it's different to leave everything to myself or to do it all by myself. I'm part of the Liberation Army."

"Mr. Koske has a strong sense of responsibility. But you're alone. Whether you are a rare person or an apostle of God, Koske is Koske. I'm one person. There are limits to what can be carried by a man who is not a god. Don't carry too much."

"Ah... I'll take care of it. When it gets tough, I'll depend on someone."

Animations, cartoons, and novels tend to make big mistakes by hugging too many people without consulting anyone. Amarier is right, I won't make such a mistake.

"Yeah, I was wondering if that's okay. How about me, for example?

That's how Amarier opens her arms to welcome me with a smile.

Is that what you think? Isn't that a little too quick?

Well then, don't hesitate.

But I fell down without hesitation and put my head on her soft thighs.

I learned from watching Erwich. There's nothing you can do to get away from something you can't escape. If you can't resist, you won't have to struggle with yourself or your opponent from the beginning.

After all, it seems that Amarier and Berta and Ellen are basically supposed to act together in this domestic parallel leg, and it seems that they have already been rooted out. In other words, deepening the bond with them "in that sense" is already like scheduled harmony. Of course, if I really resist it, it doesn't matter what happens, but no one will gain from it and no one will be happy.

In the first place, Archbishop Deckard, who leads the Adolese nostalgia, and Sylvie, who leads the nascent kingdom of Merinard, and his neighbors, Merti, are trying to deepen their relationship by using me to stand between them to deepen their relationship. In other words, in order for them to deepen their relationship and have a friendly relationship, both sides believe that I need to develop ties with Ellen and the others in various ways.

Then I have one thing to do. Accept the situation and be honest in your thoughts so that both can carry hands. If everyone, including me, can be happy, isn't that good?

"... I'm a little surprised."

Amarier begins stroking my head on her lap with a gentle hand like a broken object while dyeing her cheeks red.

"Mr. Koske didn't seem to have much control."

"If there's nothing to think about, it would be a lie. But I don't really hate Amarillier or Berta... or is Amarillier really good like this?"

This kind of feeling means that the Archbishop of Deckard is forced to have such a relationship with me in the middle of the day. Amelier nodded with her face red as if she had accurately read the true meaning of my words.

"Yes, I think I've talked to you before, but I'm not too scared of you, Mr. Koske. Besides, if you're with Koske, you can be with Eleonora, and...."

Besides?

"Well, there are a lot of things I've seen before when I took care of you."

As Amarier said so, she turned away from me and moved her body to a calm place.

Hmm, this disgraceful expression is coming. I see. I see.

"Do you want to touch your arms or anything?

"That's not true....."

Meanwhile, my left hand, which is opposite to the right hand placed on my head, feels full of feeling to touch my body, making my hand tickle. Amarillier is a big, discreet impression, but in fact, it may be surprising.

"Come on, come on, don't hesitate."

That's how I meditate. I'll make it harder for Amarier to do it without me watching him.

"Well then, sweeten your words....."

Amarier's hand starts to touch my chest plate, flank, and stomach. Fufufu, since I've been here, there's been a lot of jumps and runs. The extra meat fell and now the abdominals are cracked. Taste my physical beauty - hey, no flanks! Tickle! Tickle!