Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

I watched sweetly.

What you call a carriage trip.

Perhaps the images that come to mind when it comes to carriage journeys are "graceful," "hisso," "comfortable" and so on.

But sweet.

Carriage rides in old times suck.

First of all, the road is bad.

Neither are the streets paved or even cobbled outside the main street of Wangdu.

The streets, which would be barely managed, are as commonplace as the irregularities, and the carriage ceases to move if it gets stuck in the ground, and the slaves push it desperately to escape.

Conversely, the carriage even fell down after being wheeled by a larger stone or something.

The structure of the carriage is also coarse.

The carriage has no suspension or rubber tires, and the vibrations are transmitted directly to the passengers.

Later on, I learned that the comfort of riding a carriage seems to be called "blaming bitterness of hell" in a joke mix.

It's so shaky.

My mother, Lucienne, lays powerless with her face bluished.

It is also not possible to bend at a steep angle because the wheels on both sides are linked to the axle.

To some extent, it seems to bend at the skill of your Lord, but when it turns large, you push one side with your manpower and force it to bend.

"Okay, it's a little pause!

Outside the carriage, Rudolph, my father, gave instructions to the line, slightly off the street and the line stopped.

Hell's blame is also a break.

"Mother, are you okay? Shall I get you some water?

When I spoke, Lucienne replied powerlessly, "… Yes."

It seems to be hard to raise your face, so you can stay awake.

When I got off the carriage, my brother, Robert, was in a mess.

I guess it's still hard to keep riding for hours.

But Robert doesn't try to get in the carriage.

... would horses be easier with carriages and horses?

I slanted my neck.

By the way, the horses they ride are not salabled, but docile physiques like Tachiko.

Hairy, very large horse body.

The horse on which Rudolph is riding is probably the biggest and his height exceeds 180 cm.

The giant looks like it has a lot of horsepower.

"Are you all right, Barrian?

"My mother is not feeling well, I'm worried," Rudolph called.

Rudolph heads to the carriage with a water bottle.

I don't see any fatigue in Rudolph.

... That's a warring warrior...

I watched Rudolph's hindsight in love.

The slaves rushed off the carriage carriage carriage and began to do some work.

They line up a pan with legs to cook.

... a meal or an interesting shaped pot nonetheless.

I've been in a culture shock since I came to the kingdom of Amoros.

The pan with legs is as deep as a torso and has a very interesting shape.

I was ruining my time stroking the carriage dogs and watching the slaves work, but Rudolph and Lucienne don't show up even when I'm ready to eat.

I called out to my squire and went with Robert to see what was going on.

Then I felt uncomfortable.

"Brother, I don't think you need to worry, so let's stop this."

"Why? Is your mother not feeling well?

Robert tried to move forward, but I pulled his sleeve and stopped him.

"What?"

"No…… well…… then try to get closer and ear the carriage."

Robert looks surprised and sneaks up.

And he blushed.

... Amoros people are very sexually aggressive...

I had a blurry view of the body of the car that was wrapped around me.

………… ‥

After the meal, we take a short break and leave.

My parents have a body odor in the carriage, which is somewhat uncomfortable.

Lucienne also sat in the rattling car as she felt better.

If slutty behavior is also established as a cure, I don't think that's a big deal.

Looks like I'm in a good mood.

I had nothing to do, and I observed Lucienne again.

Lucienne is a fuzzy beauty.

I'm Lucienne's son, but my consciousness is older than Lucienne's.

Then, I imagine Lucienne's affair and I get annoyed.

"What? Barian? Be happy."

"Oh, no... because my mother is feeling better..."

I got somewhat awkward and clouded my words, but my eyes went to Lucienne's chest and groin and my face loosened.

"Weird kid."

Lucienne smiled gently.

The carriage increased its speed and rocked heavily in a gutter.

………………

Well, today's destination seems to be Dream Castle in the Knights of Dream.

You think the castle owner is a comrade who fought alongside Rudolph many times?

I'm a little excited to be staying at the castle.

I looked out the shaky window.

There's a little forest in the plains, and there's really no way people live there.

At this time, I was only thinking about "nature is rich," but the Amoros kingdom is overwhelmingly underpopulated compared to the size of the land.

Winter cold to food shortages, the occasional wars, make the land sparsely populated.

That is all a person is precious.

The line sandwiched several breaks, while before evening we arrived at Drealm Castle.

…… this is the castle?

I was stunned when I saw the building in front of me.

The castle has an exterior wall above the walls just soiled, only equipped with a crude fence, with a square inside the exterior walls and a lookout tower and several wooden buildings.

The building is elevated with a mother house and a watchtower, and a long house of servants and slaves on the side of a low square.

The square also seems to have a stable and several working spaces and a warehouse.

Poor blacksmiths and looms can be seen in the work space.

In fact, the stone walls, as Tanaka (Varian) had imagined, were in Europe in a format that had spread after the Crusaders' era, before which the castle was built mainly in what was known as Mott and Bailey, where the earth bases and wooden fences were the main ones.

Of course, stone fortifications exist, but they are small in number, and they are about as important as the rest of the facility, or an area rich in stone…… or both.

A line crosses the bridge suspended in the open moat and stands by in the central square.

"Ooh! That's a hawk! You did well, I'm glad you came!

"Hey immortal clown. I'll take care of you."

A man, who would be the castle owner, welcomed Rudolph and held each other forcefully.

An eagle is Rudolph's alias.

His name is Clown de Dream.

He is a Dream Castle owner and a warring warrior.

A blonde with prominent hair habits, about half a dozen successful (occasionally) men... with a mojamoja mustache (mustache) like a bear.

"Looks like your son's grown up too!

Dream and Robert say hello, but only Dream's shout sounds like it would.

Being my second son, I don't need to say hello at a time like this, it's easy to say.

Dream instructed his servant to take care of the horse and invited us to the castle.

In the hall of the wooden mansion, there is an enclosure in the center, with benches distributed to the left and right.

Haystacks are laid on one side of the floor and dogs roll over the corner.

"Count, it's an honor to drop by on purpose."

"Thank you, I'll be in trouble for the night"

Rudolph greets the woman, who would be Mrs. Dream, and sits back on the bench.

The order of the seats seemed fixed, and I sat next to my mother with chocolate.

The servants of Dream and Rudolph will be feasts per seat.

No matter how small the hall is, if this many people are allowed in, it is narrow.

Dream drank wine and laughed "yummy".

Wines that have grown old over the winter are oddly sticky and seem to smell strange.

But the squire drinks Gabe without a problem and is thriving fast.

They love meat and booze.

I guess I can't help but think I'm Japanese... I want miso soup.

After all, Dream's squire is also a primitive style noise, eating soup with his hands grasping as he makes odd noises.

... Hmmm, that's boring...

I couldn't drink, I couldn't get mixed up in the conversation, I got bored and somehow tried to whisk the hay laid on the floor.

Then the cunt came out, so I re-buried it.

... let's do something we didn't see...

I was going to get used to this world, but it was still sweet.

I just hope it's not human shit at least.

Robert is thriving with the Dream kids, but they all look like mid teens.

It is an atmosphere of hesitation for an eight-year-old to go in.

Oh man, go to sleep now...... at least hope there is no cunt under here.

I decided to sleep round the corner of the noisy room.

Rudolph and Lucienne have rooms, but the others are miscellaneous fish sleepers in the halls.

The carriage journey seemed to accommodate my eight-year-old body more than I was feeling tired, and I immediately let go of consciousness.

"Well, if you were a variant, you'd be already gussy... you'd be tired"

"Uhm, sleeping face is a cute thing"

Soon, when I was transported to my bedroom, my parents pinched me and I fell asleep in the river.

The journey is long.

Lioncool is the end of the east.