The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

In the carriage to the city of Nambonan, I opened the window and looked out.

The castle of Lyshreef, which had been visible until earlier on, is no longer blocked by the mountains, and cannot be seen.

Jubble.

"Will your grandfather be all right by himself?"

Though it's unlikely that the Spierzeikes will come at us with a frontal cut, it's not zero.

The harsh current situation of the Quordenze family, which has forced him to torture his grandfather over eighty years of age already, is about to be lamented.

Jubble.

"Sir will be fine."

A maid sitting in a small space behind her diagonally responds to my voice.

"With all due respect, The temporary ceasefire brought about by the joint retaliation agreement is rather what the Spierzeik side will want. Spierzeik has suffered tremendous damage to both soldiers and possessions in this battle and is unable to move the army to its immediate satisfaction. If the Qualdenze side were to devote itself to dedicated defense in such circumstances, the enemy would be able to concentrate on the restructuring of the army, on the control of the aristocratic family of divided distributions. I don't dare assume that we will attack Castle Rishleaf, which is difficult to recapture."

"I know that..."

That's a cousin maid from the Knights, well judged on the state of war. I was going to have a little chat, but I was a little surprised when the bee answer came back.

Surely the maid is right, it would be the House of Spierzeike who wanted a signal of time.

An operation must have been taken to move the Qualdenze army to constantly hit the jab without Wang Du socialisation, not giving it a chance to get back on its feet and always maintain its advantage.

Co-revengeance commitments are based on dedicated defense only. During this period, kingdom nobles are not allowed to commit new acts of aggression. If you find that the Qualdenze army is going to pull off, it will be easy for you, as a Spierzeik family, to prepare for the next.

Jubble.

"Right, and you have a grandfather, so Castle Rishleaf never falls in case.... stop worrying unnecessarily or tell me to leave it to you"

When I took over the castle, my grandfather dropped me off with a sunny face.

For years, I could have sat down at Castle Rishleaf, where I was going to drop it, and it might have risen without merit.

At that time, I was given a large number of souvenirs, but the carriage became a little narrow. Because food carriages are simple, they were thrown in by martial officers who were concerned that they would be stolen by soldiers.

Upper delivery during a visit to a neighboring village for peace, as well as the celebration of the fall of Castle Rishleaf from an intimate aristocratic family, and various gifts had arrived for my grandfather, and what was given to me was a delicious selection of mountain seas to eat, choosing some of them.

Jubble.

I took a quick look in the bag before I left, but the contents were mainly dry. Due to the mountains around here, it must have been given by a nearby village, containing a number of mushrooms very similar to dried shiitake mushrooms.

In the Elo continent, where there is no technology for fungal floor cultivation, mushrooms have no choice but to collect natural ones. Civilians said the popular delicious mushrooms cost a good price. You'd be anxious to keep it out of the sight of civilian soldiers.

Jubble.

I stroked Rosé's head savoring fresh mushrooms between my crotches.

"Hey, Rose. What do you think? Your grandfather protects Castle Rishleef."

"Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Jiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Rose refused to answer my question and went on to masturbate again.

I have no choice but to travel this time. Because this time the march is troll anyway because a good number of troops, including Nambonan soldiers, will temporarily return to Nambonan City.

I wish I could travel fast with physical enhancement magic, but unfortunately many of my submissive soldiers have left it at Castle Rishleef. Troop leaders have more slave ancestors.

As a result, physical strengthening cannot be applied to the entire force, and it is necessary to proceed with human mobility.

If I don't have time, I'm already limited in what I do. That's what I'm doing to get Rosé on the carriage.

It's a natural story, but the choice to leave Rosé at Ryshleaf Castle is unlikely. Because they could escape and escape into Spierzeik territory. However, it seems most likely that Rosé will be killed by the martial officers as a result of an attempt to escape in one way or another.

Beauty is a limited and valuable resource, and this must be protected wherever possible.

That's why Rose decided to return to the city of Nambonan in less than two weeks, even though she had come to Castle Rishleaf.

"Phew... Oh there, okay, that's good..."

"Mm-hmm... mmm... mmm..."

My sex life has been pretty messy here lately.

There were many golden patterns of pouring the most squeeze into the rosé in the morning, with maids nearby at that time in the day, and holding the rosé again at night.

Rosé, who was a uber nenne, is just as skilled even if she has had sex many times every day or not. I used to start with Ferratio every time, and my tongue was getting a lot better.

It's so comforting that Rose's tongue is diligently exploring the pleasure spot in an attempt to ejaculate me early.

"Ooh... ha... good..."

And most importantly, there was something honest about the situation that was making me shake in these rides.

I don't know, he sounds like some kind of villain and he's in a good mood.

Osama, who has considerable strength in the back society sitting in the back seat of a black painted luxury car, is giving brutal directives to his men on his cell phone...... when I imagine a situation like this, am I the only one who mostly feels that villain is letting a girl shave his dick?

What is shabby is the idol belonging to the entertainment office selling the festivities in search of a debut, the models on sale, the beauty who has become indebted from the malicious consumer finance, one of Osama's run group companies, and has lost her neck, and the caba lady who has become obsessed with the drugs offered by Osama's men, all of which are quite erect situations.

Wouldn't a man admire an in-car shabby fixer that often comes out for comics and such?

In the luxury carriage of the Qualdenze family, a female knight serving the Spierzeik family hostile to it is shaving his cock...... hmmm, wonderful. This is no longer an exaggeration to say art.

That's why I'm getting Rosé to do his best with Ferratio as his main focus this time.

"... Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew, Phew!"

Rosé seems tired and frustrated with me enduring ejaculation again in a cool spirit if my mind is extinguished.

The tongue man is rough and begins to caress only the weak parts of me intensively.

You're complaining, but it's funny how you understand where to inspire me to feel.

"What, you want it so bad? Rose is the kind of woman you want."

I tried to pee a little bit, but Rose frowned and kept moving her neck and tongue.

I observe her trying so hard to devour her cock.

The piece she is wearing today is a substitute closer to underwear than regular clothes. The maid must have prepared it, in case you get away with it, it should be easy to discover because it's a crazy round.

Her smooth legs reminiscent of the model are so beautiful that she wants to crawl her tongue.

Blonde hair close to glossy silver was tied at the back of her head, like a ponytail. I grabbed this ponytail last night and shook my hips off my back, but that was something I was very excited about.

The peak comes as we reflect on what we played last night in our brains.

"Ugh...! Rose, we're leaving. Turn your ass around."

"Ku..................!

When I leak a small, bitter word, Rose turns around and points her ass at me.

I quickly turned up her piece and shoved my dick close to ejaculating into my vagina.

".....................................................................! Phew...! Ugh... ugh!

"Ugh, guh...!

Bicu, Bicu, Bicu, and Rosé semen toward the back of their vagina.

The first shot of the day, a freshly made Hoya Hoya child, is absorbed into her body by direct delivery from the region of origin.

I planted seeds with pleasure, and Rose was staring at the floor as she posed high.

It is a mate that has been repeated many times already.

I was imposing my own rule of ejaculating into my vagina at the end of the day, even when I enjoyed a fellatio or a handjob, for my own enjoyment and to subdue Rosé.

I should not say that Rose's remorse when the insertion is only at the time of the last ejaculation, like this one. There was something in her heart that came cum to bear silently without even refusing to seed me.

"You see? They're planting my seed in Rosé right now."

".................. you know, something.................................!

Because we have sex day after day, there is not that much semen accumulated.

Soon after that, all the semen manufactured in the middle of the night was spit out in the rosé.

"Phew... good for you. At this rate, you're going to have my baby soon."

"..............................................................."

Pull Rosé over to her seat and I'll hug her and kiss her.

She never refuses to have sex with me when she makes the choice to be my mistress. But he keeps showing the attitude that only the mind will never give in.

Well, as for this one, it's satisfying as a first stage just because it responds to sex.

"A Rosé child would surely be a pretty one. Looking forward to it. Chiu."

"Mm-hmm."

Rose, who accepts my kiss irresistibly, is a thrower somewhere, with an unfaithful eye.

It's enough to indulge in her body, but I'd like her to be a little more motivated if possible.

"Hey, show him the letter"

So I decided to use an item that would revive her mind.

I had a secret meeting before I left, so don't listen to my instructions. The maid moves quickly, and I'll get it ready.

"This way."

"Thank you"

I got a letter from my maid, and I move it flashly, appealing to Rosé for its presence.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

That's what I say, bring the letter closer so she can see it.

At first it was blurry and Rosé, who looked at the letter more like a view than a read, but at the next moment he opened his eyes slightly.

"Ko, this is... your husband's letter!?

I'm just a knight, and it seems as easy to judge as your master's handwriting is.

This letter extracted only the part of the autographed letter received from the Duke of Spierzeik in which he asked the martial officers to show it to Rosé and decided it was not a problem.

When I tried to give the letter to Rosé, she let the bees stifle her body and took it.

I guess you're worried that you'll be rushing to kusha the letter, like a bubble phase OL with too much force in your shoulder and a shoulder pat in it.

Having finished reading the letter I gave her, Rosé looked at me as if she could see something incredible. No, the expression I saw wouldn't be enough, she was staring at me.

"What's up?

"Ah..............."

Feeling like she doesn't know what to say, keeping her expression stiff, she moves her mouth only with paku like a goldfish.

"Haven't you shaved enough?

"No, no!

Rose, who turned angry, pointed the letter at me.

"That's a letter from the Duke of Spierzeik."

"That, you can see it! BUT...... what is this all about!? Why did you take your body...?

What I just showed her is an excerpt from a letter I received from the Duke of Spierzeik, "Return my body to me and thank you".

Returning the body of the next lord of hatred still seems quite out of common sense. I wish I could be honest with you. Rose was looking at me almost like she could even see a monster.

"I got a beautiful mistress from Spierzeik. I just thanked you for that."

"Mistress?... be an idiot!? For a dwarf like me!? It's incredible!

The letter I gave Rosé doesn't say anything about why I wanted to return the body, or if you want the body back, give it to me for money.

If I could just pick this part up and show it to you, it wouldn't even look like I returned it for free.

"I didn't know you couldn't believe it... did you write that letter? Well, he said he already liked me better than his former husband..."

"Chi, no! That's not what this is about! This is no mistake in your husband's letter! But is this possible?

This is silly. I had a lot of fun making fun of my serious or inconvenient daughter.

It is the man's sex that makes me want to give a little bit to the girl I care about.

"There's another one.... Hey."

"This way."

When you give the signal, the maid gives you another letter. This is from Princess Romillier, the eldest daughter of the Spierzeik family.

To be honest, it doesn't say a big deal about this, so I'll hand it over to you every envelope.

Rose seems to have noticed the sender just by looking at the envelope.

"That's the envelope the princess will use......!

When it comes to the legitimate bloodline princess who remains in the Spierzeik family, there's only about Romillier anymore. It was clear that Rosé's reference to the "princess" referred to Romillier.

"Just look and you'll see"

With a merciful gentle hand, Rosé opens the envelope and retrieves the letter inside.

As she took one deep breath, she slowly began to read the letter. You've calmed your mind, and I can see the tension loosening from her shoulders enough to go on reading.

Having finished reading the letter to the end, Rosé carefully returns the letter to the envelope and takes a brief gesture of thanks. I guess he showed his gratitude to Romillier for not being here.

And when I moved silently through the carriage, I stood on one knee in front of me.

"... that you have returned the body of the young lady to the land of Voystra, as one of the knights of Spiazeik, profoundly............ profoundly and grateful"

It's troubling because it sounds kind of like I'm dead when people say the body of a young lady or something.

But more than that, I had fallen in love with Rosé's well-defined knight pose.

It just looks good in style and looks great. It was very sexy because of a piece like underwear.

"Oh."

Put my hand on her trembling shoulder and I let her sit in my seat again.

Because of its low original liking, it can only change to the extent that it returned the body to minus 50 minus 100. But when this kind of alertness looses, it's a chance to attack. I'd like to have a chat and keep the distance down a bit.

I'd love to have some love sex with Rose, if that's possible.

Now I look at Rosé as I think about what to shake the subject of. Then she was dropping her eyes again on a letter from Romillier.

The expression also appears to be somewhere.

"What's the matter, are you close to Princess Romillier?

"Close and awe-inspiring."

Keep it up and I'll wait for the rest of her words.

"... I've been taking care of the princess since I was a little girl, that's all."

Unexpectedly, she has been in the conversation. This looks a lot less alert.

No, I presume from reading the letter that the Duke of Spierzeik is plotting a marital truce, and maybe he's just daring to give out Romillier information. If you are a knight serving the Spierzeik family, there is a good chance that you have heard such a story for a long time.

Well, either way, if the conversation continues, let's keep going. The basics of getting close are from conversation.

"Were you even a servant at Castle Otheloria?

"That's right. However, that said, the princess and I are only two years old apart. When I was a kid, I was more like a playmate than a servant.... hehe, you are such a sweet princess for calling me and others where you hid from your husband and wife."

So the fun tone changes and becomes low and dark.

"... brothers and sisters are very close. How hard the hell did the young man feel when he died... just think about it, I..."

I guess it's careless, Rose was gripping the cobwebs so hard that she broke through her skin and her bones seemed to pop out.

"It would have been nice if your body had healed your heart only slightly with its return. Ah... Princess..."

Apparently, something that had accumulated between her captivity and now has overflowed all at once, she leaned down and began to spill a big tear of puffiness when she brought the bush she was pressing against her thighs in front of her chest.

Regret for not being able to protect Spierzeik Verrett, anger at himself for being the comforter of his enemies without being able to scatter in the battle, and just the relief that has rolled in there. Her mind seemed to be disturbed by the various emotions that gushed.

If I hold my shoulders poorly here, I may get caught up in an emotional outburst, so I decide to sit still.

I've been dealing with her for the last two weeks and I've felt it. That means she's not a knightly character.

Somehow, Rosé is supposed to have the most thoughtful personality about family and friends, and feels like a deep temperament.

I want to defend myself, too, what the people who have been important to Rosé, starting with my father and brother... for such strong thoughts, is she wearing the mask of the knight Sikinaon, both purposely and desperately?

I'm pretty sure Rose is the type of person who has a strong affection, even from his thoughts about Romillier and his previous words and actions.

Here, too, and what would happen if she was even pregnant? Can it be fulfilled to abandon the child?

I'm wondering if I'm a quintile.

If I know I'm pregnant, I might try to resist death, but if I do, I'm going to sprout a lot of emotion.

If you're going to make her heart mine, you just have to stand around well then. Now all you have to do is pour seeds.

Until Rose's excitement subsided, then it took a while.

She seems ashamed to have exposed herself in her heart, keeping her face facing the floor.

Make sure your shoulders aren't shaking, and then I'll speak up.

"Princess Romillier."

I try to continue the conversation while implicitly indicating that I don't care about whimpering earlier.

"I got the impression from the letter that you're a smart woman, but what about the truth?

If we were to talk about Romillier, it would be easy for Rosé to talk about it, too.

Making a good impression on the princess of Spierzeik here is a useful opportunity for the Duke of Spierzeik, who is plotting a marital truce. I'd rather not do stealth marketing if I were in the position of Knight Sikinaon.

"... The princess has always been good at brushes and especially liked reading. I think it's natural to feel the depth of education."

I was proud.

I don't feel any intention of making a good impression on the men of the Qualdenze family, just a tone of insistence that "our princess is amazing".

"Are you a reader? What kind of things do you like to read? Let me be your reference when writing a reply to your letter."

I've already sent out a reply, but that's not where Rose finds out much.

She frowns at me to rebut my words. I guess you often wonder if it's good information to present to me.

"I've heard before that books written in older times fit my taste over those of recent years. You also said that you almost looked through the ancient documents in the library of Castle Otheloria."

"An ancient document of the Spierzeik family? … after all, is the ancient language profound?"

To my word, Rose gets in a better mood.

"Of course I did. The princess connects the blood of Spierzeik, the meaning of which is naturally understood."

"... Zeth's blood."

"Well, you don't know."

The Spiazeik family is a priestly nobleman whose beginnings originated about 350 years ago with the Spiazeik priest, a high priest of the holy capital Maguaoze.

It should be noted that the common name is Priest Spierzeik. The name Spierzeik is not a family name or a real name, but a name like the one received in Baptism, if you say so, a priest's name, if you say so, if you say so on a previous life planet.

Priest Spiazeik temporarily lost his leg after a factional feud, although he rose to the supreme priest of the Zeth Holy High Council, where he was to travel to the region.

Surveillance, supervision and guidance of the local nobility as a priest of the Zeth Holy High Council… is convenient, in short, because I will prepare an honorary position there to accept the left transition. Anyway, I feel like a bureaucrat who loses the birth competition and goes down to an independent administrative corporation or something.

It was a time when the Sacred Capital and St. Navenpos were the cultural centers of the continent and the region had no attraction whatsoever. No one is happy to go.

Wherever you go, it will be unbearable for those who have lived in the Holy City.

Fortunately for Priest Spierzeik, there just happened to be a case of a nobleman ruling the main city of Oseloria being crusaded by rebellion against the Zeth Holy High Council.

If we were to define the term "major city," it would be a particularly developed and influential important base among its regions and regions, a city accredited to the Zeth Holy High Council. Even as the Holy High Council, we cannot leave the governance of major cities blank. sparingly, and more importantly, untrustworthy, to the native nobility around Oseloria. I was just looking to see if any of the priests in the Holy City would be aristocrats.

Priest Spiazeik understood the situation well and chose to become a nobleman in exchange for control of the main city of Oseloria.

I guess he thought it would be better to become a nobleman in a major city than to travel to a barbaric secluded area where he knows nowhere.

However, this is a rather drastic decision given the values of the time.

If you are going to go to the province as a high priest of the Holy High Council, you can leave the priest's book in the Holy City, so if you have to, you can throw away your pride and everything and flee back to the Holy City. If you're lucky enough, you might be able to blossom back in the Holy City. But if it were to become aristocratic, the book would naturally disappear as a priest in the Holy City.

In an age when priests were the culmination, how meticulous would that be? But Priest Spierzeik made the decision to abandon everything and start over from scratch as a nobleman rather than bet on a level of survival.

In the first place, the aristocracy of priests is a major element: the escape route of depressed high priests, or the terminal route of a child who has been judged incompetent and unable to emerge as a priest without being able to do anything about it, although born into a famous house, and even if it rots, it is not the kind of option chosen by the former and Supreme Priests.

That's what Priest Spiazeik meant, he was a rigid and rugged man.

I want to entrust the aristocracy from the priesthood to the dominion of the main city of Otheloria, if possible to a competent human being, I want to aristocratize the political enemy Priest Spiazeik and completely crush the buds of restoration...... I guess there was also the thought of those priests, who were approved of the aristocracy without particular delay, and took their wives, their subordinate priests and their men on a journey through the Holy City.

It is the beginning of the aristocratic and Spiazeik family based in the main city of Oseloria.

I would have taken my family name as a nobleman from my priestly name in order to show that I am unwilling to antagonize the Holy High Council. You must have wanted to claim that you were only a nobleman from a priest and loyal to the Holy High Council.

That its submissive attitude was highly valued in the Holy City, as well as the Holy High Council's policy of wanting to throw a tow ball at the native nobles dotted on the Voystra plain, the Spierzeikes said they had succeeded in obtaining the Holy High Council's assistance in various respects and had been able to establish their system of control at an early stage.

Sometimes the Supreme Priest could then be expelled again from the home of the remaining Shpiazzeik priest in the Holy City, and the Shpiazzeik family would be treated as representatives of a group of aristocrats based in the Voystra plain.

The home of Priest Spiazeik is one of the prestigious houses present in the Holy Capital, where the real son of Zeth, the founder of Zeth, is his ancestor. Even as the Holy High Council, I would not betray the Holy High Council because it draws the noblest blood in Zeth, trustworthy of the Spierzeik family more than any native nobleman who does not know it is the bone of any horse... I must have had that idea. Well, I was wrong.

Whatever it is, the ancestors of the Spiazeik family are the Spiazeik priests, from which we reach Mr Zeth even further back.

According to the Zeth teachings, Mr. Zeth was bilingual in Ero and ancient languages.

Today, the land known as St. Navenpos was once ruled by a people known as the people who fucked the Yagami.

Mr. Zeth originates from one of the several tribes that were placed under the control of this manipulative people. According to the inheritance, Mr. Zeth was educated by a manipulative people and learned a language other than his native language at this time.

Mr. Zeth, who travels the continent to deepen his visibility and empower him, when he returns to his homeland, gives his own tribe an ordinance to mount an armed bee and declare war on a manicured people. And at the end of the day, we destroyed that civilization and created the Zeth Holy High Council, a new system of political and religious convergence culminating in the tribe of origin.

But here was one problem. Mr. Zeth's tribe of origin had an extremely low level of culture.

Reading one of the classics, Mr. Zeth's recap, comes up so many times that a statement like "Our tribe is too barbarian to be in trouble" is laughable. The autobiography written later in life also contains a statement full of regret that "destroying the people of fuck is the greatest mistake of my life".

Even an organization called the Zeth Holy High Council, Mr. Zeth initially aspired to launch a new one from scratch, so much so that his compatriots were too incompetent to do anything about it, that they could somehow operate this way by taking over the whole governing mechanism of the manipulative people.

Though it was good that Mr. Zeth destroyed the people of manipulation, he soon began to regret it, and to miss the nation he himself destroyed. And he gathered the books of the people of manipulation to regret their failure, and began to teach the men under his command to learn them.

It is called the ancient language of Konzichi, the mother tongue of a nation that was called the people of manipulation. It's the language of the old ruler.

Books written in ancient languages are noble and to be learned… It will be greatly influenced by the spread of these concepts that the Patriarch, Mr. Zeth, is praising the people of fuck with his hands up. The scripture says, "Let us all be as polite and wise as the people of fuck! Barbarians, no, Zetai" s how much it says, so I can't help it.

After so many years, I think the ancient language became an essential upbringing for priests, and throughout the priesthood the recognition of "ancient language = upper-class upbringing" was also planted in the nobility.

It can also be said that the Špiazyk family inherited Mr. Zeth's blood, so it can be taken for granted that there is an ancient language upbringing. Because if you scorn that area, you can't face your ancestors.

"If it's the Princess of Spierzeik, it's natural."

"Exactly. The princess has done her duty well."

I don't know, I guess Rose really likes Romillier. I know very well that our princess is the most beautiful and I can't help but say.

Yeah, well, when I hammered her properly, she got in a good mood.

"Intelligent women are good stuff. Now if you look beautiful, there's nothing to say..."

"Beautiful."

Rose interrupts my line with a taste for food. The face is serious in itself.

"Is that true? Because I don't think a knight would say bad things about the princess of his master, is that a rhetoric?

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. The princess is truly beautiful."

I'm sorry for the rosé of expressions like doing it, but I have no idea what's unfortunate. Will there be any trouble with so many beauties in the world, no, there isn't?

"Young martial arts officers visiting the Castle of Otheloria and others jump to see the princess at first sight. It's a lot to get rid of.... Speaking of which, my brothers used to. I used to take care of the princess, and she asked me to lure her to the courtyard because I just wanted to see her..."

It should be noted that all of their brothers have been killed in the war against the Qualdenze family. Rosé, whose voice was only slightly lower, bowed her face only once but immediately turned her gaze back to me and continued her words.

"It is heartfelt unwillingness not to convey the beauty of the princess because of the impoverishment of my vocabulary..."

"No, I passed it on enough"

How many Rosé individuals have overlapped words I would never trust. The reason is simple, because I don't think women's beauty ratings can be trusted by women.

But according to Rosé's episode of talk, Princess Romillier is so beautiful that a male martial officer wants to see it.

A woman's beauty rating by a man can be trusted. Because I'm a man.

Especially the brothers trying to see their faces until they use their sister Rosé, who serves them, is a really good indicator.

If Romillier was a hysterical princess, he would punish those slightly moving people instantly, and the martial officers couldn't possibly handle idols at ease or anything.

Perhaps Princess Romillier is truly beautiful and has a gentle heart that can easily be forgiven for a little joke about those under her. Even if you look at Rose's admiration, you can well see that her personality is mild.

I also hear that our fannies are secretly loved as cute rare characters we can meet if we're lucky from around the young martial officer civilian visiting Newnelly Castle.

After all, if the position were to be on top, good looking and up to character, there would be a part of me that would stick around and see it as an idol. This may already be a habit as a man...... no, even a woman is no different. If there was a handsome, gentle male aristocrat, he would surely be idolized and turned into a camper rumor in the servants' lobby or something. Yes.

That's why I decided to trust the men in her story rather than trust Rosé.

I just got a good first impression, and I feel my appreciation for Romillier growing in me.

…… I don't know what it is, but it's more than you can believe. I want you to treat all letters from the princess with care. "

I can't even handle a letter from a beauty, I nodded forcefully at Rosé's words.

Then Rosé asked me about Princess Romillier's appearance, and then I went outside the carriage.

Because I wanted to take a piss.

Immediately the escort, who was side-by-side with the carriage, approaches and brings a horse for me.

"Made me want to move a little"

"Is it Master Left?"

All of a sudden standing up is what, so I show my face to the troops that march.

"Young lady."

"It's the General!

"Oh, oh, my, your nobles are here!

"Captain Wow!

The civilian soldiers seem to like me, not just the Nambonan soldiers. Well, can't you even hate the victorious general?

When I gently moved one hand to twist them, my voice rose up wow.

With a welcome voice, I speak up close to the martial officer entrusted with the overall command of this Nambonan Return Corps.

"How's it going?

"Ha! It's on schedule. Several thieves have appeared, but with no particular impact"

"As always, you're a pain in the ass..."

"That's what Mukade's legs are for, so I can't help it, I'll just crush them as soon as I find them. Besides, I was wondering if they'd bother coming all the way out here to kill me."

Still around here it is also close to the Castle of Rishleef and the sun is shallow from the rule of the Qualdenze family.

For this reason, the remnants of the Knights, who once served the aristocracy that dominated the land, are active as guerrillas.

Again, there are land surveys on the guerrilla side, and the residents of the villages who were deeply involved hide behind them, so they can't afford to end it.

The Qualdenze Army also does something like the Demon King's Army somehow when they find time to organize crusades and patrol and sometimes burn down every village, but it wasn't an issue that could be solved so easily.

Like this martial officer said, I could say that suicide applicants who come all the way to attack the army are more thankful.

"Sure, I'm just going to have to take the time to crush all this already... it's even pointless. The house you need to support is gone, so you can cut off your stomach at will and keep interrupting you forever..."

"Give me a belly...?

The martial officer, who does not have the concept of an amputation, twists his head, but I decided to cloud my tea by continuing the conversation.

"Considering we're going to be fighting the Spierzeikes in the future, it's really weird around there"

"Well, unlike the small aristocracy that dominated this area, the Spierzeik family also has a large number of knights to hold. Inevitably, there will be more legs."

However, the martial officer adds.

"If you don't destroy it completely, you'll be fine. In the first place, the thing called Mukade's leg is rampaging because it crushes his head. I was wondering if it would be best to reconcile after taking major areas such as Oseloria, Zannahors and Sikinaon from the Špiazeik family. You can't break the armistice your master tied, so the Knights can't break out, even if they lose their land. We just have to infiltrate our rule by the next war."

"Is that what this is about?"

"Ha. To kill a giant mukade, the first thing you need to do is smash your legs"

I feel smug that this is a time of mercy and relentlessness around the martial arts officers wanting a war of extinction for the Spiazeikes naturally.

Then the martial officer continued with a slight grin.

"But you're only anxious for one thing"

"Anxiety?"

"The young lady broke Voystra's big shield in the meantime. The next time you notice it, you might be crushing Spierzeik's head."

"No, no, it won't"

I can see you're joking, the martial officer laughed out loud gahahahaha.

Of course, even for me, I'm not going to do anything stupid like that.

"If you crush only your head, the legs left will be persistently tangled up by the young man. Please pay attention."

I continued my journey back to the city of Nambonan, colluding with the commanders of each unit.