The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

My conversation with my father lasted until late at night.

There was as much to talk about as the future policy of the Quordenze family, their standing behaviour in the King's Capital, and the fallout of the war against the Spiazeikes.

I talk about my own measures that I've been thinking about, and my father makes comments about it. My father agreed with my thoughts at times and pointed me to this mistake and bad points again at times.

The funniest part was when the opinions were in conflict.

When it came to a topic that I concluded with the thought of a former Earthlings, my father sought the reasoning that led him to that conclusion, but I did not understand half of it when I gave an explanation. Instead of being denied without a headache, however, he also gave me the exemplary answer of thinking this way as a nobleman, and some of his opinions were accepted. Exploring the fallout of both sides' thoughts was meaningful enough to forget time.

It was really interesting to have a discussion with my father that broke my belly, also helping me feel secure that I got my insistence as the next host.

As a result, the night was not long overdue.

Fannie and I said we had promised to read a book together before bedtime, but it took a soggy shape.

I just want to hope that the servant who was waiting at the entrance between the deepest reads the air and gives me some clarification.

"What about Fannie?

I speak to Tesh, who leads the hallway.

"The princess was expecting you..."

Apparently, Fannie was waiting in my room. It is the privilege of my sister to be able to enter a room where the room owner is absent.

Fannie's dedicated servant said he proposed to pull it up on the grounds that the night was late, but it was dismissed without a bite.

"... does that mean you're still waiting in the room?

"It's not nice to be reading late at night, so I'll be waiting for you in Boy's bedroom....... but they got on the floor a long time ago. I know it's probably already been a good night."

The fact that children should not stay up late is not so different in Japan or the Elo continent. He told me to lie down in bed anyway for not sleeping, and Fannie was confiscated by a servant and went into the bunk.

Cute around my bed, not my own. When I hear about this kind of fanny behavior, I just have trouble purely, even, because I want to adore cats.

As I stroked Fannie around the other animal kingdom in my brain saying, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," I came all the way to the bedroom door.

"Good night, boy."

Tesh opens the door and a servant lines up to greet him before bedtime.

Thinking about Fannie sleeping, the door closed quietly behind her, especially as she stepped indoors without responding.

In the bedroom, a few maids were already waiting. Two of them were made exclusively for Fannie.

I'm not going to hold them to a boulder from now on. Plus I just held Kohari in the bathroom and I haven't accumulated any semen yet. If you think you're going to get out, you're going to be able to get it out, but it would be rude to them to get it out that far.

... Given that, holding a fanny this evening was a frivolous idea. At any rate, it is better to store semen in the Ona ban and release it once and for all after the ballbag has just burst.

I have to avoid doing unplanned imitations of hugging, etc. I want to enjoy seeding the first night while confirming my sibling love.

My brother and sister spend the night at home having childmaking sex. Yeah, this sentience alone makes me erect.

The maids led the way, and I walked indoors a little forward.

Speaking of which, it's been months since I've slept in a bed at Newnelly Castle.

"The princess has already had a good night..."

I can tell you with a volume dampening voice, like only I can hear.

"Okay."

If you look indoors, only one bean bulb level light ball floats indoors.

It proceeded through the universe to lead me, and when I reached the bed, I went straight up and stopped moving near the ceiling.

One of the maids lifts the blanket and makes room for me to come in.

"Good night"

In a courtesy, the maid sat down in a chair placed near the bed.

"Oh."

The bed at Newnelly Castle is big for nothing.

I go through the bed like a potato bug and head for you.

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

Fannie lay on her side and slept as she turned to the center of the bed. I mean, it's pointing in the direction I would come in.

Adjusting the pillow position, I confronted Fannie's sleeping face.

"Have you fallen asleep yet?

Speak quietly, but the only reply to that is a lovely sleep.

"... you've kept me waiting"

As I say, I place one hand on Fannie's cheek and feel the curve of her soft skin in my palm. I can't wait to feel the good cheek on my hand.

Kind at your fingertips, clinging, clinging, returns a loss and good elasticity to this one. Growing tits are the ones I most want to touch right now, but in case Fannie wakes up, there's no excuse.

Yikes, your brother's a jerk! If it's going to end in about, I'll rub it more and more, but if they don't even pull it off silently, the previous ten years are blisters. In that regard, if it's cheeky, my father, mother and grandfather are part of something to touch, so there's nothing wrong with me touching it, which is my brother.

I will fill the distance little by little while tasting the punipuni specific to my young daughter at my fingertips and check my sister's face.

".................. that's adorable......"

I think I'm going to sigh.

Sleeping with a reassuring look, that princess is adorable enough to want to throw everything away and hug her.

Gently stroke your left eyelash at the tip of your index finger. Long lashes are cosy and even rice grains are likely to be put on.

Newnelly silk sleeping rolls are simple yet elegant and feel healthy erotic around a little mess.

And this elegant and elegant yet somewhere young and lovable look......

"... Fannie, you're so cute..."

I think I just figured out a little bit about how Japanese women feel. When you see something really cute, the word cute takes precedence over the other words and leaks out of your mouth.

This sister I met on the Elo continent was just adorable.

When was the first time I saw Fannie decent?

Sure, I think he was over six months old. At first glance, I remember this sister convinced that she would grow up to be a beauty in the future.

I want my beautiful sister to admire me as my brother, with such an evil heart I have even played "My sweet, lovely brother".

For what it's worth, Fannie trusts me and doesn't hesitate to sweeten me. I'm glad and proud of that. The fruits of my work are rolling into bed.

I gently put my finger through her beautiful hair.

"Hehe."

Putting your finger in from around your ear is hard to get to the tip due to its length.

I can't wait to see the light friction that runs between my fingers and the slight resistance that wavy hair provides, plus the feeling of being taken away from me by a tingle of heat.

Because it is no longer within reach, I draw my long hair forward and put my fingers through the "creased" part of its tip.

I like these fluffy hairstyles, although they are a habit of being El Continental. I feel kind of gentle about the appearance of naughty hair. That's where it looked good on Fannie.

Even on the Elo continent, women's hair is important. I had an indescribable sense of superiority that I could do whatever I wanted with such important hair.

Touch the important part of a sleeping girl, let's just say that if you look at this literal, it's like even sleep rape.

Palms were used heavily, sliding from the top of the head to the back of the head, through the nods and spine to around the waist so as to raft the river. This is how you can fully enjoy the curvature of Fannie's body and the smoothness of her hair.

That's how Fannie sinks into my chest as I stroke her over and over again from top of my head to hips. I think he's unconsciously dropping in on the warmer side.

The distance from the sleeping face will be only a few dozen cm or so.

Now his hands stroking his hair were on the back of his head. If you pull a little effort into this, you'll be able to kiss one or two easily. You must get a lot of taste of these thin peach lips before the maids who refrain from stopping beside the bed.

But for some reason, lust never sprang up that far.

I wonder if I've caressed too much and had a healing effect, my mind is strangely at ease. It might be better to advocate sister therapy to the Society, which is not animal therapy.

I gently sliced Fannie's forehead and kissed her bumpy forehead. Chiu, the light tone often resonates in the silent bedroom.

The forehead chew is one of the expressions of affection for little kids common to Earthlings and El Continentals. It may not be very appropriate as an act against my sister, who is ten years old now, but I meditate my eyes on those points. This is filled not only by those who do, but also by the hearts of those who do. That's what makes it so comfortable.

It was when I took my lips off my forehead and looked down to see my pretty face again.

His eyelids opened abruptly with patchouli, his big eyes capturing this one. Because of the darkness, I don't even know the color of those eyes.

"Fannie?"

Keep staring at my face, Fannie won't talk about anything.

Maybe he's falling asleep, those eyes also looked somewhere out of focus.

"………………………………………………………………………………?

Blinking again and again, Fannie leaks her words with a strange face.

You must be surprised to find me next door.

"Did I wake you up?

Put one hand on your cheek and I'll kiss your forehead lightly again.

Then Fannie snuggles up to dive into my chest.

"... brother"

As he walks around his head around his clavicle, he is pressed with a drill.

Is it to drowsiness or "uh-huh" or "Mm-hmm," Fannie rubs on me as I mess with you.

When I stroked the back of my head and pumped my back to try it, the mumps said louder. I kind of feel like a relaxed cat's throat.

"I'm sorry you're late, Fannie. Are you sleepy this evening?

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

He was a fanny claiming not to be sleepy, but the blinking interval slows down gradually, making it take longer for the closed eyes to open again. I think she's pretty sleepy.

When I speak up, it returns some words of reaction, but its content was almost meaningless and half like a bedtime speech.

"... brother... sama..."

Yeah, I'm listening.

I'm just calling this one, and I can't go on with the words ahead. They don't have enough resources in their sleep brains to have a conversation.

I stroke her hair thinking maybe I'll fall asleep like this, etc.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………"

That was a puffy, overflowing word.

Before I came to the bedroom, I only heard a few words from my servants.

Fannie seems to be in a bad mood after seeing Kohari today.

I didn't see it like that in front of me, like at dinner, but I think there's still a female aristocratic preference there.

My interest has shifted to Kohari, and I wonder if I can get myself comfortable anymore... from the servants' point of view, he said he found out in one shot that he had such depressing thoughts.

Well, there's no other way. Fannie has been constantly exposed to the free love I unleash since the time she was conceited. It is also impossible to feel an instinctive sense of crisis that it will be directed at another subject.

Imagine Fannie hanging around in her own room and I was bored and stroked the back of her head to hide it.

"Are you ready? Good night, Fannie."

"... ooh..."

Come on, good night, and I just hugged her a little bit, and the surroundings lit up brightly.

Its light is so intense in the eyes that I was accustomed to the darkness that my vision darkens for a moment because of its glare.

"Fannie?"

But for a moment, too, I quickly get used to the glare.

And when I checked the perimeter, there were four white light spheres floating about as many watermelons as surrounding all sides of the bed.

"It's dazzling."

"... I'm sorry... but I still... don't want to sleep..."

Fannie's left hand was extended from the blanket. To prevent falling asleep, he tried to wake up with lighting magic.

Whatever we are sleeping on, the maids must have been surprised to see a light bulb suddenly appearing in front of them.

The brightening seems to have caused some drowsiness to fly, and as we converse, Fannie's words become clearer and clearer.

I told him to talk a little bit and let him suppress the lighting magic activation.

Talking in a bedroom that's too bright won't cheer you up. It's dark, so we can talk about things we can't normally do.

As Fannie circles around the circle with her index finger, all four light spheres that were floating disappear and the bedroom is wrapped up in darkness again.

"You've been talking to your father a long time, haven't you?

Awakened Fannie just asked me some questions about my tardiness.

There are many reasons why it was so long, but one of the reasons why we can't anticipate the existence of a Fannie pregnancy program. I dare to exclude it from my consciousness because my groin could harden quickly given that.

"... about standing around in Wang Du."

"That was a difficult story."

And Fannie cut the word there.

Although she is a laid-back sister, she is still a noble princess. I think he understood that it was a topic he shouldn't go into.

But this is the end of the talk. So did Fannie, but I was looking forward to having a conversation with my beloved sister. Let's just connect words.

"I'm glad I took the time to talk to Fanny."

"Really? I wanted to talk to your brother a lot too."

Fannie follows and begins to talk about recent events.

That was something I felt in my daily life, a difficult part of my studies, an interesting book story, etc.

Did consciousness awaken further as we talked, Fannie gradually rapped.

"... Speaking of which, I got some tea leaves that are popular in Wang Du. Brother, would you like some tea or something in the garden with me tomorrow?

To my reply, Ugh, Fannie whispered. It's dark and I'm not sure about the expression, but you must have a full grin.

My brother has been my brother for ten years, but I think he probably wanted to talk about this, but he was up hard for it.

"That's exciting"

I'm going to Wangdu. I do cute things like purchasing tea leaves that are endemic in Wangdu on purpose for me.

"I can't go to King's Landing with you... but I've gathered a lot of stories."

It's amazing, you said, so I stroke my head instead of replying. And I asked you to listen to Fannie.

Fannie was good at it for a moment, I don't know what to do, etc., but she keeps talking to me soon.

"Do you know your brother? They say that Mirendorva-style tea treats are fashionable in Wang Du..."

I also gathered a little information about Levios, the king's capital, but I've never heard much of Fannie's talk before. I guess it's because Fannie and I have different interests, and if the instructions change, the information we gather will also change.

With the settlement of the civil conflict between Levios Mirendorva, and the influence of the talking person Orcian, the Wang Capital is now experiencing a petite boom in Mirendorva territory, Fannie says.

I knew that myself, but I don't think it's as simple as Fannie said. One way or another, I have the impression that I'm sarcastic about the Levios family, where the lethargy persisted. This may also be one of the effects of the loss of the royal prestige.

Whatever it is, such a noisy story is not suitable for this bed. I decided to keep talking about something of interest to Fannie.

"So, what does Fannie want you to buy?

Well, and Fannie puts her hands on her mouth. I didn't actually see it, but the signs showed I made that move.

"I wanted a souvenir. Didn't I tell you this?

Maybe you want a black-dyed cloth or something from Mirendorva...... infer from what Fannie said earlier.

I have previously heard that the Mirendorva territory faces the sea widely, but that the shellfish that can be taken there will be a good dye. Fannie said the elegant black dyed textile was booming, but she felt the nuance of "wanting" there.

"Then can I come back with my bare hands?

"... your brother?

It is one of my brother's pleasures to be able to tease my sister lightly in this way.

"Hehe, I'm kidding. Because I'm sure Fannie will souvenir something she likes. Look, I'm not angry."

"I'm not mad at you. My brother always thinks of me."

In the end, Fannie didn't say what she wanted. That's about it, I guess.

Even Fannie should be confused about buying fabrics that just stay vegan. After processing something, I have to prepare it as a gift.

We'll contact the city's clothing chamber later and have them adjust.

And, thinking about it, Fannie hit my forehead in the chest.

"In Wangdu, be careful, right?

The voice seeped a little color of anxiety.

"... well, when the nobles get together in large numbers, they seem to have a lot of rubbing to do. I'll be careful not to do anything extra."

There are as many sparks as there are. The nobles gather knights and samurai of their ancestors from the land to the king's capital. They are tingling to protect their lords from the harm of the nobility of other lands, so it is well thought to develop from triviality into trouble.

Personally, I think the Levios family is really amazing.

The real home of the Levios family is the ancient capital city of Corbovia, quite far from the king capital Levios. Nevertheless, I would be interested in that measure of having an exposition of human weapons in my own territory. For about eighty years now, I felt like complacency in my role as royalty.

"As is the case in other houses, the priests may do something in the king's capital. Even Newnelly had a dangerous eye for your brother. Unforgivable."

"Fannie?"

"Love yourself, brother. I am very anxious, and I wonder if the priests will prepare the warriors of the LORD's fathers again for your brother's life... Brother, please don't hit me again, okay?... right?

It was a strange piece of advice that came about as a result of three cases.

That incident is the emergence of the Blessed Son, the mature warcraft of the Calliestebe class, which the Holy High Church had kept secret, and a single ride in Operation Serpent Fang. Unfortunately, I'm involved in all of that.

"You got me worried."

Instead of pointing out the details, I decided to accept the advice as it were.

It's true that I've been running into dangerous cases all these days. I can't help but be anxious about Fannie.

"It's okay, I talked to my father, too. Because I intend to stand around to make sure there is no danger in the Wang capital..."

The Holy High Church in Newnelly City secretly raised the Blessed Son within Newnelly Field and tried to be a warrior against the Qualdenze family… this is a rumor circulating in Newnelly City.

Many citizens consider this rumor to be true because the Holy High Church in the city of Newnelly is still under the control of the Qualdenze army.

Apparently, Fannie heard this rumor too.

Since the crusade of the tortoise-shaped mature warcraft, the Qualdenze family had secretly proceeded with the full clarification of the plans planned by the Holy High Church.

Can we promote its growth by feeding demonic humans to warcraft in the field? Under my father's direction, such hypotheses were made, and the other day, a top-secret experiment was conducted, he said.

My father decided it was not a good idea to write a letter just because of it, and I didn't even know I had such a verification committee until he asked me about it in the deepest part of the world.

By the way, they used guerrilla subordinate warriors who were rampant in the field for experiments.

In the presence of a martial officer and a civilian, the guerrilla warrior said the warcraft had deliciously served him.

Results of the experiment, but the hypothesis was correct.

That warcraft, which was about the size of a dog, was said to have grown bigger than a horse less than half a day after eating a guerrilla warrior.

Note that inside the field, horses and elephants are the largest size of the Warcraft. More than that, we will continue to grow in the direction of physical strengthening, toughening, and only if we can finally mature will we get enough giants to star in monster films.

The warcraft that grew to horse size seemed to have grown considerably in toughness as well, besides letting the guerrilla warriors of the slave ancestors who had prepared them fight, and they were easily fed.

It was just a difficult result to say that I made my ancestral power 100% my own flesh. A subordinate martial officer of the Qualdenze army, who had participated in the experiment, was present with the Warcraft and said that it was crusadable even alone and would not be handled at the end of the experiment.

Since there were several guerrilla warriors of his ancestors, several experiments were carried out, but every time the Warcraft grew greatly.

It is not verified because there are no lord ancestors available for experimentation, but perhaps even eating lord ancestors will grow.

Once you know it, it is a long and simple story.

However, there are not many cousin adventurers, and even if they were there, it is rare for cousins to encounter a level of tough warcraft to lose in a vast field.

And being eaten by my cousins means my cousins lose. There is no way a slave ancestral adventurer can escape a warcraft of such strength. They are all inevitable.

With that in mind, we can also see that no information is known that warcraft grows intensely when it eats its subordinates. Because you don't have a chance to know. Nobles and high priests do not enter the field, so the strongest creatures in the field are basically subordinates.

How did the priest know such information, but that is not so strange a story.

The Zeth Holy High Council has a long history, and academic institutions in the Holy City of Maguaoze have also set up something like the Faculty of Warcraft, to say the least, which studies warcraft. It is not surprising that the nobles possessed knowledge that they could not possess.

Lower Priest Deanna should have been plotting a mature warcraft terror using the Blessed Child. That is why he raised the Blessed Son, conceived the abducted woman, and increased the number of his descendants. All to increase sacrifice.

But unluckily, the plan was exposed, and we had to rush to the birth of a mature warcraft. So added as sacrificial personnel would be Rupetta and Merguin, a pair of submissive mercenary chimps.

My father concluded a series of incidents as warcraft terrorism by Lower Priest Deanna.

And because of that conclusion, my father decided to circulate rumors. Just a few mixed false rumors of the truth that the priest of the Holy High Church in the city tried to raise the Blessed Son in the field to be a warrior fighting the Qualdenze family.

My father decided that the information that we could grow the Warcraft artificially should be kept secret, at least now.

I think the decision is the right one.

"I'm more worried about Fannie remaining in Newnelly. I wish I had a mature warcraft while I was away...... I don't think Newnelly will be out for more than a hundred years, but given the cycle, there are a few fields in the realm that aren't weird to get out of."

Experiments and surveys have shown me a few other things.

Although the growth that Warcraft gains from eating its subordinate ancestors is certainly dramatic, it was a story about how it can replace centuries-old growth by fulfilling this over and over again, that it is not certain.

According to the martial artists who took part in the experiment, everything grows well when they eat the first one, but when they eat the second one, they don't feel as strong as the first time. I do not think it is a report that can be ignored, although it is a feeling of "somehow" in the field, because there are no criteria for the growth of warcraft.

If growth slows down as you get tough, I wonder if that tortoise-shaped mature warcraft that emerged from Newnelly Field is almost a natural warcraft.

Warcraft Calliestebe emerged more than 3,000 years ago, and it was more than 400 years before Warcraft Calliestebe emerged one more mature warcraft.

Given the cycle, mature warcraft emerge from Newnelly Field about 300 to 400 years apart.

Warcraft inside the field grow by killing each other and eating their flesh. For this reason, it is generally said that there is only one warcraft in the same field that has grown for nearly hundreds of years. Because for a strong warcraft, a strong warcraft is the worst enemy and at the same time the best bait. Any one of them will bump into each other and one of them will be eliminated.

The Warcraft Calliestebe must have eaten up the dizzying Warcraft just before it matured.

Simply put, until recently there was likely a warcraft within Newnelly Field that had grown for over 300 years. There must have been a warcraft that had killed each other and devoured its enemies in Newnelly Field, where there was no longer a king named Warcraft Calliestabe.

And perhaps it is that warcraft that devoured the Blessed Child, whose body had been cut in a thousand pieces in half, that had grown and matured in the end.

I don't have to think of it as something I could have seen the death of the Blessed Child in good time, but maybe I've been aiming for the power of the Lord's ancestors lurking within the field.

And then I don't understand the thoughts of the priests who appealed to the troublesome means of warcraft terrorism.

It is easy to identify the age with just a little research, such as the emergence of the Warcraft Calliestebe. I can also quickly see that this is a field where warcraft may occur within a few more decades, given the cycle.

Then it wouldn't be such a bad idea to hitch a ride to it, feed your cousins and think about speeding up the time of occurrence.... No, it's a bad idea from Qualdenze.

Well, there's also a slight desire for this mindset.

It can also be an unpleasant development that the flesh of the Lord's ancestors buried 300 years and 400 years of growth at once, transforming the weak warcraft into a mature warcraft at once. What I don't like is that, in this case, Newnelly Field still has a 300-year-old growth warcraft of natural things connected to a living ochi.

Bad luck could mature around me becoming a Qualdenze champion. It sucks.

I just don't think that's it. A single reason also exists.

There are a wide variety of forms of appearance in Warcraft, such as those that resemble real animals and insects, as well as aliens like isoginchuks, chimeric types that combine multiple flora and fauna, and at the end of the day, trees and grass flowers.

This is classified by appearance, but also by type of strength. Something with extremely high combat power, something specific to soil contamination capacity, something specific to the spread of the plague, something that takes a lot of stamina to die of, something balanced, etc.

This is not an absolute law and there are many exceptions, but there are times when there is a connection between appearance and type of strength.

For example, a mature warcraft that resembles a real beast is perceived to be more likely to be highly combative… rather than a mature warcraft that is famous for its high combat ability was more beast shaped?

The mature warcraft that appeared in the city of Evermill, where she took her grandmother's life, was said to have been a Seiuchi-shaped warcraft with hard needle hair very similar to a yamah seal. Soil contamination was less damaging for mature warcraft, but that probably was fierce and highly combative anyway.

Tortoise-shaped warcraft are not particularly capable of combat or highly polluting, such traits are not heard. There are not so many turtle shapes among the famous warcraft in history.

If I were a priest and I had the sacrifice of my lord ancestors at hand, and I were to commit warcraft terrorism, at least I wouldn't choose a tortoise-shaped warcraft.

I think he wanders around the field for a while and catches a warcraft of appearance that is likely to be combat-specific or pollution-specific and eats sacrifices.

If only the Lord ancestors had the energy to bury their centuries-old growth at once, then you could say something about religious rituals and somehow trick the Blessed Child into feeding it to the Warcraft. The fact that you haven't done that probably means that the energy to that point is not in the body of the Lord Ancestor.

And even though my upper and lower body were pulled off a thousand times, I don't even think the Lord's ancestors would eat every Zako Warcraft, and I still think it's easier to think that they were eaten by warcraft with that kind of power.

Therefore, the Blessed Son was eaten by the 300-year-old growth warcraft of natural things. The current Newnelly Field has been completely cleared. … is it convenient to think too much?

But if you think about it this way, it is also absolutely natural that the citizens of Newnelly became festive after the Warcraft crusade.

More than 300 years after the Warcraft Calliestebe, no mature warcraft has occurred. The citizens lived thinking that they might be harmed by mature warcraft while they were alive. But once it occurs, another few hundred years from now, at least while I'm alive, no mature warcraft will occur from Newnelly Field.

The citizens who live now will have felt that they have successfully escaped.

"Your grandfather will stay, too, so it's okay for a mature warcraft to come out. Besides, I am also a nobleman of Qualdenze. If I have to, I'll try to be as active as your brother."

He was a fanny who tries to put his hand on his chest, but as a brother he is very anxious.

"There may be another warcraft in the Wang capital. Brother, don't be impotent anymore."

"... I'll be fine"

Ersinia, the warcraft that occurred in the field of the king's capital.

I don't know if this was a natural occurrence, or if there was some sort of priestly conspiracy, just like Newnelly Field, at the moment.

However, my father seems to think that there is also a possibility of terrorism by the priesthood forces.

But there is no reason for another Warcraft to come out of the fields of the King's Capital. There is no record of a mature warcraft appearing in front of Warcraft El Senior. For at least 1,000 years, I think the appearance interval is quite long.

By and large, I have trouble with the appearance of such a pompous El Senior Warcraft. It is a straight line of human annihilation.

"My dad used to do some digging around there in advance. They say there's nothing dangerous about the field near Wang Capital at this stage. Because the journey will also take you down a path that is as close as possible to the massive fields everywhere."

Even with the exception of the supermassive field, where Warcraft El Senior comes from, there is a field there near Wang Capital. But they have a record of mature warcraft appearing recently and being crusaded, and it's hard to think of naturally emerging from here.

Besides, the Warcraft that emerged in those fields are the third best place in the Threat Class as far as the record shows, mostly the fourth, and the fifth lowest place as a mature Warcraft. Honestly, from the Lord's ancestors, I can't say it's a big threat.

It is pointless to plant in such a halfway field even as a terrorist side. If you're going to do it anyway, at least not as much as the second most threatening class, the Calliestebe class, lacks exuberance.

Well, anyway, that's not what I found out where the Warcraft Terror happened in Levios territory. I don't have the in-laws to fight, so you can just leave me and run away. The bad news is the Levios, who didn't take the rule seriously.

... That's why my biggest concern is the voicemail.

I turned my arm around Fannie's back and hugged her just a little harder.

"After all, I'm more worried about Fannie. No matter what happens in Newnelly, I can't protect you..."

It is my father and I who will be attending the Wang Du social meeting this time, and my mother and Fannie will be leaving a message in Newnelly City.

It would be cruel to let my grandfather, who is flustered in the castle of Rishleef, deal with everything up to the problems of the hinterland. It is elder abuse.

"Ugh."

To my embrace, Fannie spills a sweet exhale.

For a moment I felt an ear palsy tone in the trick, but the next moment she was back to her usual sweet sister.

Fannie puts her hands around mine like a cat fumbles a blanket with her forelegs to make room.

"... I don't want to be an adult..."

Softly nodding his face to my chest, Fannie said so with a small voice that the maids around her could not even hear.

"I've always been in Newnelly, my father, my grandfather, my mother... I want to live with you all the time... hey, brother..."

Fannie, who was interviewed this evening by my father. The pregnancy plan is a story that hasn't been made public yet, and Fannie naturally doesn't know either.

For that reason, I think Fannie herself is aware in a corner of her head that she will be sent to her daughter-in-law somewhere else. I don't often go out of the castle, I think I have no choice but to go to my daughter-in-law.

From the depths of my chest comes out a desire to protect this sister.

Now in my arms is not a superman with a tough body called the Lord Ancestor, but a little girl frightened by an uncertain future.

"Fannie......"

I held her and embraced her body even harder.

Soft body is comfortable, slight body temperature and a slightly scented body odor make the mind gentle.

As I hold him like this, I can well see Fannie's body approaching an adult.

Even the first period is beginning, if you think about it by Elo Continental standards, you can call it almost an adult woman.

"It's the same. I wish I lived with you all the time... every day like today, I wish I could go on forever"

It is the true heart without falsehood.

I'm gonna live with you all the time, which means Fannie's gonna be my woman. It is above all a desirable future.

"... can I stay asleep...?

I make noises, I do forehead chews.

"I'm not going anywhere."

I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not letting Fannie go anywhere.

I swore firmly to my heart as I looked at my sister, who began to sleep easily.