The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I woke up great.

Seems like the momentum of spewing semen from the hedron that accumulated in the accumulation blew up brilliantly to stress. It's been a long time since I've felt so refreshed.

Still good intercourse. It enriches my life.

When I opened the window, there was a clear morning with no clouds.

In a high sky mixed with white brilliance, there is something to hunch for a bright future somewhere.

Did the first King Levios once see the same sky?

"Ugh...? Eyelash......"

I look back because I heard voices coming from behind me.

Until just now, there was a plump, uplifting blanket fumble in the bed I was in.

The mountain slowly began to move up, down, left and right, and at the next moment, one girl rose only her upper body, making a buckwheat noise.

"... wow, young lady!?

"Keep it up"

Hiding her breasts with a blanket, she is a local maid who led me to Eve's room last night.

"It was really good last night."

"... that's... that's... that's frightening. Yes......"

When I approached the bed, I sat down next to her and kissed her gently on the cheek and forehead.

Being able to touch the female body in this way as soon as she wakes up, it is the flavor of intercourse.

Last night, after eating and scattering Eve, I ordered this maid to end it.

Eve ended up sleeping till the end, so she shouldn't have the consciousness to have been offended by me.

But if I woke up the next morning and my whole body was shiny with saliva and semen, I'd guess what happened to me. It is a natural consideration to take another bath and erase the traces.

Instead, by doing so much, sleep rape is finally a complete form. You can't not not not do it.

The maid floated with joy for some reason and followed my instructions.

Will calm thoughts after ejaculation sharpen my intuition, I had strong doubts about her attitude and asked why I was happy in a slightly stronger tone, half blaming her.

Then she clarified crying and confessed that she intended to reuse the semen. He thought it was a great opportunity for him to have a son of his cousin when he was traveling to Wang Du.

It seems to behave like the end of a stalker woman who has somehow shaken off a lot, but by the standards of a knight's daughter, she says, "I'm aggressive and very good!" Culture is horrible because it will be appreciated.

But this was something I shouldn't have found out about. Sometimes if you are a sex-sensitive aristocratic boy, this can be the cause of impotence. If I make a scene, it would be a major failure of her parents' house, and even the knights' level of responsibility.

Of course, I'm not going to make a scene like that anyway. Mostly, I don't know what kind of face to greet a knight coming to apologize about my sperm. It's more likely to be impotent to come to apologize.

Well, maybe your local maid honestly confessed because she knew all about my personality and the mess in my lower body that I could handle.

I ordered the matter to be ignored and offered the night's offering instead.

After having sex, I want to sleep with a woman in my arms, but I couldn't sleep with Eve in my arms, so I needed a replacement female body.

That's why I left Eve's treatment to another maid, and this semen reuse maid brought the local maid into my room as a pillow... when I went into bed, I let her out and became motivated to the groin, which should have died.

Either way, it is both results aurai.

"We're going to get you dressed now."

"Well, wait."

She is a serious daughter. She says she's in bed because of it, but her behavior is already that of a maid.

From her point of view, maybe she feels that last night's affair was due to my compassion.

"I only did it once last night."

Her breasts were poor, but her ass was really good with a puffy, fleshy little ass. From the looks of it, I thought my breasts and ass were poor minister's daughters, but I knew very well that my ass was surprisingly difficult to appraise. I almost hated it without touching it if I didn't like it. If you have a good looking maid in the future, even if she looks poor. Let's just touch her.

I take a position so that I can see my erect dick standing in the morning, looking at it from her and lying on my side. My silhouette should be shaped like flipping Katakana's "t" up and down.

"Well... ♡"

Again, it's good to show off your male genitals like this and have a reaction.

All this is a pleasure not gained by sleep rape.

It was yesterday today, but I was able to ejaculate two shots in the morning. Sometimes I get horrified by the resilience caused by this youth.

I even felt like my golden balls were fortified every time I had sex so that hurting my body in training would enlarge my muscles.

What if one of these days the semen production stops and becomes a constant drooling kind of life?

Leave your local maid in the room and I'll go down the hall.

It is the civil servants in the executive class of the Quordenze family who play the leading role.

"This way, sir."

"... It's early in the morning, but are you ready already?

"It was originally earlier in the morning. I was already up when I touched it."

That's how, as we talked, we reached the deepest room of the Qualdenze mansion.

Three martial officers who serve as guards rise from their chairs and show their silent thanks to me.

"Please come inside."

"Oh."

The martial arts officer opened the door and I went indoors with the executive clerk.

As soon as I entered, I felt the air that had precipitated me as the irritating moisture on my face. I guess this is the kind of environment that happens because this room is not facing outside and there are no windows.

When the executive civilian activated the lighting magic, the door was closed by the martial officer.

"I've been waiting for you"

When a woman emerges from the darkness, she greets us politely and thanks us.

The purpose of coming here was to meet her.

"Don't push yourself into such a cramped room and struggle, Cynthia"

"No, it is sufficient that you have received such care"

One of the diplomatic cards prepared by the Qualdenze family during the Wang Du socialisation is Cynthia, a former and lowly priest of the Zeth Holy High Society.

Her presence was a secret in secret, and she was under house arrest in case of escape. Anyway, this is Levios, the capital of the king of Levios, which should also be the centre of the anti-priesthood. There's nothing to gain from being known to have brought in a priest.

She pretended to be a female civilian while she was on the move, but I never saw her where she was.

It was up to my father to bring Cynthia.

It's been a rumored incursion into St. Navenpos for a long time, but my father says the Levios family has become quite motivated here lately. Thank you. They meet frequently with the aristocracy close to the royal family.

Of course, as a Qualdenze family, there is a war against Spierzeik, so it is a major premise that we do not want to be involved in such a thing.

But it's noble diplomacy that doesn't know what's going to happen. The air of the field exists everywhere.

In the unlikely event that St. Navenpos invasion theory overheated, a final stopper was needed.

- So the invasion of the Sacred Capital makes sense. Last year, in my Qualdenze, I was nearly attacked by agents of the Zeth Holy High Council, who were endangering my home city of Newnelly. I never dreamed I was raising a blessed child of anti-aristocratic thought within the field. Fortunately, my presence at the castle allowed me to deal with it immediately, but no, I wasn't away and it helped. As the Levios say, the priests will need sanctions before they are so far away -

If I had to, my father would say something like this.

The kingdom nobility basically moves with its own territorial security first.

Everyone would be anxious to hear what my father said if the priesthood forces were not terrorizing at their feet, and the feeling of the expedition would blow up in one shot.

Each nobleman can postpone their invasion plans for several years because they will be using troops for in-field investigations. My father thinks of a short-term showdown with the Spierzeiks, so that's enough if he can earn it.

My father told Cynthia not to lay a hand on it, but that's also a natural consideration. It's not very convincing for a swollen daughter to come out as a witness.

Of course Cynthia is a joker and it would be better to be able to keep her warm on hand until the end. If I hang up, I can definitely bring it in for postponement, because its probably a bad feeling from the Levios family.

"So, what can I do for you today?

Sit at the desk provided, and I'll tell you what to do.

"I want to talk to you about Zeth."

"If it's something I can help you with, what can I do?"

Now that the Orcian Initials theory is intense, we need a little information about who it is.

There are no other experts as dependable as she is about the existence involved in the backbone of Zeth: the Ancestor. Because he majored in Zeth studies in general at an academic institution in the Holy Capital.

"Do you think the original ancestors will ever appear in this world again?

"Does that mean that the Spiritual Body of the Initial Zeth is manifested? Or does it mean that our ancestors as lineages will enjoy life again as people?

I'm not interested in the Incredible Spirit Zeth, I tell him I'm the latter.

Then Cynthia answered with all due respect.

"That's a story that can be enough. It is not in the wisdom of men that thousands of years will pass by, but by the guidance of the Spirit, supreme blessings may again be given to the Son of man."

The answer was a little unexpected.

Mr. Zeth, the founding fathers, was the only real ancestor, and he thought the others were to be ruled out as fake ancestors. As a religious group, it is less harmful to move to elimination in total denial than to be disrupted by acknowledging the abrupt emergence of the original ancestors.

I thought it might be a little rude, but I decided to run that question over frankly.

She doesn't show an uncomfortable face, she teases me in a gentle tone.

"The Spirit is a being who gives blessings at will. It is all just a coincidence that the Son of the Lord's Ancestors is born between descent, and it is essentially meaningless, etc. And the same is true of the Son of the First Fathers, if tomorrow, even if the Son of the First Fathers is born, there is no such thing as a great mission inscribed on his soul. So we don't have to get rid of it as a hoax or deny that it's our ancestors."

"Is that Cynthia's personal interpretation?

"It's an official view. It is difficult to read from the classics, but it is specified as such in one of the documents left behind by the original Zeth, the Dictionary. Nowadays it is also edited as a book, so I foolishly hope that Master Wilk will read it if given the opportunity. This view is academically called the theory of missionless birth, in a theory established by the original Zeth…"

It is just a coincidence that the first and the Lord ancestors are born, and not just that they are great... that is what the Patriarch, Mr. Zeth, is purposefully saying, there must be some thought there.

"Birth is just a coincidence... you can't be a prophet of the Spirit..."

There, we can see a strong vigilance for the beginnings, which will soon be born.

Wasn't Mr. Zeth expecting to have the same lineage as himself in the future? And I feel that I left that argument as a will so that its existence would not harm the Zeth Holy High Council.

What happens if the worship of Mr. Zeth himself goes too far and becomes deified to the very lineage of the beginnings? The son of an ancestor who happens to be born in the future may be unconditionally supported.

Even the Elo continent is prone to affirmation of a powerful existence. Sometimes factions will then split up with priests who deny it as priests who celebrate it.

That's a problem to avoid as you maintain a huge organization.

"What do you think Cynthia should do if the Son of the First Fathers shows up now?

"We think we should help you to preach what your ancestors should look like and to be able to take the right path. To give meaning to a soul without all its mission, whether it be the first or the Lord's ancestors, that is our role given to us over the first Zeth. And if you are to be guided by the Supreme Blessed Son, there is no more praise for you as a believer."

The original ancestors are not objects of worship but subjects of guidance, if you find them, make them believers... Isn't this Mr. Zeth's sincerity?

"Is it a being that has no mission at birth? Whether you are a progenitor or a slave ancestor, I don't think it changes much, but is the guidance of the progenitors a pastor?

"Of course it is. By the guidance of the Spirit we have obtained the supreme body that is at the top of every man, so we must ask you to dwell in the supreme soul that is worthy of it"

The supreme body and the supreme soul.

The newborn ancestors are supreme beings but not supreme beings.

I'll admit it from the beginning because I can't deny that my ancestors are the strongest, but I won't allow you to delude that person.

... I don't affirm the superiority of the flesh to my personality, is that it?

Stoppers to avoid generating priests who unconditionally delude their original ancestors, maybe that's the theory of missionless birth.

Mr. Zeth was wary of the birth of his original ancestors, and this alone is weak as a basis. But I felt that I had been accepted into the reality of my ancestral lineage.

In contact with Orcians, the senses were already convinced of the existence of the original ancestors. But "somehow" it just didn't feel right to och.

Though rational, I think I finally fell for what I was able to explain in words.

"I see."

And I also found that the priesthood forces had room to tolerate it even when the presence of the original ancestors appeared.

It would be a huge gain to think about the future against Orcians.

"By the way, this is questionable, is there any way to distinguish the original ancestors?

"No"

"For example, I have the same hair color and eyes as Zeth..."

"Such doctrines also exist. But I don't think there's a rationale for that, either, so why don't you refer to it?"

The birth of the original ancestors has not been confirmed since Mr Zeth. That's why the research on how to identify the original ancestors has become a genre like "I Said I Win".

Plus, she goes on.

"There is no judgment method, but it is commonly written in the diary of the priests who lived in the days of the first Zeth. You'll see."

In short, "Don't think, feel".

But it was the right thing to do. Because when I confronted Orcian at close range, I could feel that the quality of his magic was not my ancestors'.

If Orcian came out quietly to socialize and cheer, many nobles would question whether her lineage was the progenitor. It goes without saying that the destination of that thought is the legendary lineage of beginnings.

"... but what, the Sacred Capital has a wide freedom about academics. If it's the journal of the priests of that era, it's quite ancient and valuable material, isn't it? Is it even disclosed to lowly priests for research?"

"No, I just asked you from the Holy Witch and I didn't check the real thing. Especially the personal diary of the priest, which is mostly passed down from generation to generation to the old house, is not widely available."

So is that. Regardless of the public material, personal diaries and the like would remain at home.

"The current home of the Holy Witch was a Katreak family, then it would be lacking in old materials. Whatever it is, it's Katreak, the main house of the Holy Order."

The Katreak family originates from Mr. Zeth's real daughter, a top class famous family in St. Navenpos.

It is no exaggeration to say that that history is simply a lineage that has spawned about 700 years of thought, many supreme priests and holy witches to date, and knows all the steps of the Zeth Holy High Council.

There are also quite a few branched divisions, but the home of the present Saint Witch Rhona is a direct line from the first generation.

"Yep. It is hard to say this... the Holy Witch of our time is given a very loving and noble spirit, and a devout attitude towards the scriptures already reminds me of the first Holy Witch/St. Catereak..."

Here we go again.

I've been through it several times since Cynthia gave me the classical cue, but as soon as we talk about the Holy Witch relationship, I go in a different direction by myself.

I don't know from her that she's going to preach to the nobility how wonderful the Holy Witch, a symbol of Zeth and its faith, is, but I don't know, unlike the classical theory, this one is strange because Cynthia herself's emotions are probably mixed up or not at all interesting as a story.

I'm like a nerd who talks so much about what he likes. Ha, heh, that's all I can react to.

I slip into another topic for moments when the Sacred Witch Talk is a little interrupted. I don't want to waste my time talking like this all morning.

"Right. Then the selection of high-ranking priests as backers is likely to be key for low-ranking priests to live as researchers. It will be important to expect to be in a house that leaves a lot of material behind"

"............ is, yes, right. In fact, many times since I came under the Holy Witch, I have been asked by colleagues who have left their books as researchers to introduce me to the material. It must have been fascinating for those trying to learn language and history, as the Katreak family had many books left behind by the people of manipulation during their time."

It is a very good house. If the invasion of St. Navenpos becomes a reality and we are forced to join the war, the Qualdenze army will try its best to protect the cultural property, in addition to looting.

Let Cynthia guide you when you raid the Katreak family?

"Researchers in that field seem tough to cross with old houses, too. I guess we have to rely on even a few connections."

Somehow, it's like having more relatives on the lottery.

When I asked him to try it out, he said that he still spoke out most of the synchronization he had barely spoken to as a student.

"...... so I've hardly ever received a request. So much so that he talked to a few friends who went to the Justice Department."

"The Justice Department? The administration that enacts the law?

"Yeah, you're right. Because the laws of the Holy City are strongly influenced by the legal system that the people of manipulation had, they sometimes require materials from the past to touch the ideas that underlie them."

"Well, that's my first ear."

"Because it's a story that I have nothing to know first except the people involved. As a student, I was asked several times by my fellow law students to advise me on issues related to law-making. That's when they taught me about the legal system of the Holy City."

Cynthia's major is in research on Zeth. Would it be like a law student asking a theological student for advice on an assignment if they were to analogize in Japan?

"Why would I need Cynthia's advice on a legal challenge?

"That's because we need to see if the law is against the classics."

Well, I thought that would be the place.

It seems that the laws of the Holy Capital are those located under the classics.

First of all, the teachings are great principles, and the law needs to be enacted so that it does not go against them. In a way, I think it's close to the relationship between the Constitution and the law.

I see. Is it natural for a law student to go to Cynthia for advice on an assignment? Anyway, she is a muscled saint, an honorary student who relies on her from her contemporaries.

While cooperating on the assignment, Cynthia said she became quite familiar with the law of the Elo continent in general.

And I was told a few stories, but the Sacred Capital found that the justice system was seriously in place for the price.

"The law..."

Compared to the territory of Quordenze, the Sacred Capital seems to have a clear law. Because of the existence of the absolute pillar of the classics, there is little contradiction and a sense of unity in the law. It might be a good idea to call it a rule-of-law city.

On the other hand, in the case of the aristocratic territory rather than the Qualdenze territory…, the aristocratic individual, who is in charge of the part of the classics, will be responsible. For this reason, every time we spend generations, there are contradictions in the details, and obscure parts really occur.

To make matters worse, if you are entrusting your territory to a knight, that pillar becomes two bottles of nobility and a knight. The principle mimics the pillar of the master, but it is the knight's unique idea of governing that transforms the law into something even more distorted.

Although it is an expression without a body or lid, the law enacted by the nobility is dictated by nori.

In getting through the harsh times of war, summary execution and power through people's rule may have been required. However, given the possibility that the continent will be stable from now on, I do not feel it is efficient to continue the current legal system of the Quordenze family.

"Master Wilk?

However, you should stop forcibly changing this. The knights will have a say, too, and I don't think we need to rush the reform.

I don't have the courage and guts to just twist and bend what's going on well in the first place. Long live the impersonalism.

It will be easy to experiment with this kind of thing in the city of Nambonan in consultation with the surrounding area and see the reaction and introduce it little by little.

"... I was thinking a little bit"

Then I asked Cynthia about her ancestors for a while, but she didn't get any new information.

Finally, I took a close look at the breasts claiming to exist by turning my clothes into patzn patzn before saying goodbye.

I was thinking as I walked out of the room and down the hall.

That milk is awesome.

These are some of the women I've met who have different personalities, big tits that go beyond my assumptions. If you're talking about mature warcraft, Cynthia is the only threat class number one, no, this could be the one with the real chest class.

Can't you touch that milk somehow?

I wish I had stopped thinking here, but I realized the next moment. I noticed.

Maybe even yesterday, Cynthia had passed out because of Orcian intimidation. If so, he could touch his body all he wanted. I just can't even ejaculate vaginally, but I wouldn't have been punished for smoking about raw milk.

Oh, my God.

"... ahhh..."

"Young lady? How have you been?

"Nothing..."

Breakfast was already served when I entered the great hall, struck by regret and despair.

It must be because I talked to Cynthia, the room is somewhat warmer due to the yang.

I got to my seat as a servant led me.

"What about your father?

My father is not prepared to look at the lined dishes. I suppose it means eating alone.

All I asked was if my father came home last night or not.

"Your husband returned late last night."

And he says he's still asleep. To infer from the servant's words, it felt more like he was back before dawn this morning than late at night.

Basically, from the perspective of the El Continental, whose activities end when the sun goes down, my father's abundance of overtime is an embarrassment.

According to the servant, there are no Qualdenze rallies today. Apparently, I can talk to my father calmly today.

"Oh, sea bream in the morning"

The breakfast menu was an odd lineup of black bread, bean soup, root vegetable salad, and salted sea bream from some former Japanese people.

Well, not exactly the same fish as Earth's sea bream just because it looks and tastes like sea bream. I'm just translating Japanese on my own, as usual.

"It was delivered earlier by the Levios family. The young lady was particularly fond of the sea fish, so she hastily prepared it."

The servant says he thinks I'm not less irritated with the Levios family by yesterday's Orcian raid, and he must be in a good mood.

Because the northeast faces the sea, Levios territory is rich in seafood.

I almost wonder if the opposite shore is polluting the ocean because of the fog land, but is it because of the tide? The shores of Levios territory are less affected by the Warcraft compared to that of Mirendorva territory, he said.

Given that, Levios territory is quite blessed. Even though it is adjacent by land to the land of fog, there are no more mature warcraft storming in it than in the territory of Atelahan, and the coast is not as polluted as in the territory of Mirendorva. It was only natural that he had power as a mighty aristocrat.

As a result, the Levios family also has a large city on the Gulf Coast. Inevitably, the streets are tidy and can be cooled by magic, so upper class humans can enjoy the delights of a fresh sea while inland.

Both the fish I remember seeing on Earth and the obviously suspicious looking fish were plenty entertained during their stay in the city of Calahanasso for what they could eat.

"Sure, because I told the whole Levios family that seabream salt grilled was the best.... I could have enjoyed sashimi more if I had soy sauce."

There seems to be a culture of eating fish raw in the Gulf District of Levios territory. During my stay in the city of Calahanasso, raw fish have only once been lined up at the table.

However, unfortunately, there was no soy sauce and it was served in a style of eating with salt and vegetable oil, plus a grate of flavoured vegetables. It was fresh and delicious, but would still be soy sauce for sashimi.

I had plotted to make soy sauce in the Pioneering Order before, but the soybeans just rotted and ended up rotting. I wonder where the hell Koji is. Natto could be made without any problems from straw, so I think Koji fungus is somewhere.

Note that I can't eat natto without soy sauce, so I haven't made natto once since. The reputation of the employees who tried it also sucked.

"It's just a magical seasoning to be able to eat that sashimi deliciously."

Neither the clerk who said so, nor my father, ate sashimi.

The territory of Quordenze is inland and when it comes to the fish it eats, it burns river fish. Raw fish seem to the people of Quordenze to be food they want to shy away from.

"... yeah, yummy. Fresh fish is good."

Continuing a strange breakfast of eating bread with a sea bream white body, I heard a noisy noise of batambatan from the back of the mansion.

"What?"

"Ha. Miss Eve seems to have woken up"

The guard who was holding back behind me said so briefly. I guess I was exploring it with detective magic.

Now that I'm breaking the detective magic that I usually activate all the time, I can't find out. Now I want to save a little and fill my body with magic. I don't know when the Orcian idiot will come again.

It makes me laugh even if I'm a little too frightened, but I'm afraid I can't say enough that I haven't come to visit.

Eve.

Is it even panicking in the morning after last night's sleep rape was found out? If that's the case, I need to figure out how to get it over with.

That's how the big hall door opened rampantly as I chewed the bread with excuses in mind, and Eve appeared slightly disturbed to breathe.

Dark honey-colored hair is swirling all over the place with pimples in her sleep. I guess they made me change at the end of the day after the act, in my sleeping clothes. It just looks like you're up.

When she stared at me, it hardened as it was. Naturally, it came to the attention of the martial and civilian officers in the room, as well as the servants.

"Be quiet."

"Ugh!?

Pay close attention to Eve's misconduct by a maid who was holding her back right next to the door. Eve closed her eyes with her neck closed.

"The young man is eating. Outside."

The maid put her hands around the back of Eve's head and tried to get her out of the room. Somehow, the sight of the kitten being recovered with her neck snapped by her parent cat crosses the back of her brain. From Eve's point of view, we're about to start preaching time for fear, but the kind of movement that slipped in between was somewhere interesting.

But I'm more concerned about why Eve's been raiding. Instructions were given to the parent cat to keep the kitten indoors.

"You're in a rush in the morning, Eve. What's the matter with you?

Actually, when I woke up in the morning, my nipples and crotch hurt amazingly, and I'm sure I got seeded pregnancy sex while I was asleep... I shouldn't have said anything like that.

I can see that you're getting very little vigilance towards me.

"Um..."

Eve stops and opens her mouth at a distance she can reach the milk if my arm is about twice as long.

"... what about the devil...?

To that word, the expression of the maids in the room turned into something harsh.

No matter how many raiders, calling the princess of another house a "evil ghost" is very badly behaved. If asked elsewhere, Eve could be punished not lightly.

There is an absolute ascent and descent of power between the progenitors and the progenitors, even if they are not in a subjugated relationship. Orcian is probably the original ancestor and Eve is an elf, but given the amount of magic, we can find a similar upward and downward relationship.

But I can't help but preach here. It is the work of the maids.

"Princess Orcian would have gotten rid of me."

As a matter of course, I answered the question while appealing for plenty of room.

"What!?

He said, "If you look at him, he'll run away."

I didn't say anything about lying. It is true that Orcian went out crying Pippi.

Eve couldn't believe it, and started shaking her neck left and right with her mouth open to confirm the look on the faces of the martial artists and maids.

"Did you rush here to make sure of that?

She stared at me again and answered with a little nagging.

".............................. this, scared..."

"Princess Orcian?

Cock-and-mouth, little nod Eve.

All right, that's not about me.

"So you came running to me?

Cockroach.

She shakes her head again and again as she leans forward.

I think it would be easier to say it by mouth, but I was worried about the status quo noted by all the people indoors, and even breathing seemed spicy.

She gives herself a little bend and peeks at this one and gets uppercut.

"... he said he would protect me... so..."

... I thought I'd believe it.

Her little lips slowly moved like that.

Behind words, Eve keeps her body small enough that she's going to tremble now.

I guess there is still fear against me in the root part of my heart, but I suppress it and try to believe it by squeezing my courage.

Small and firmly gripped fists seemed so white that the bones beneath her skin emerged, representing how nervous she was.

...... It's a knife.

I want to mercy and protect this weak girl. It was an emotion that sprang from the depths of my heart.

If it's going to come true, I want to keep her in my arms. But this thought, which she is now desperately squeezing out, will be crushed and scattered like glass if she touches the breadth.

I gripped my fist so hard I couldn't beat Eve, chewed my back teeth and tried to restrain myself.

"Of course, Eve is my precious... Eve. I'm determined to protect you."

I wonder if it might be dangerous to put my precious slave, precious woman, or whichever way I put it in my mouth, and as a result, words that don't make sense pop up.

What the hell is "important Eve"...... I'm just wondering if an "unimportant Eve" exists.

But this didn't seem wrong as an answer. She had a soft grin as relieved.

"What do you say, doesn't your body matter? I would have lost my mind."

Well, it wasn't until after I lost my mind that it mattered.

"Yes, I'm fine"

Eve assured me after showing me how to touch all over her body.

Is it resilient because of his magical powers? He said there was nothing unusual about the body that got vaginal ejaculation last night, which lasted five rounds.

Then Eve came one step closer to me.

"Thank you. Protect me from the devil."

Thanksgiving was a good move, though not a little too much.

Above all, it is honestly a good impression to be able to thank you properly spontaneously for having a natural grin.

All right, all right, let's make it a magic marinate I dyed today in a favor. Think so and signal with your fingers to get closer to Eve.

"Hmm, what's up?

Eve has been quietly offering her head a little as I try to stroke her these days. But today she won't even try to bow her head without coming near me. This makes it hard for me to stroke her head sitting in a chair.

Before I try to speak up, she stops there when she takes one or two steps forward at a small stride. And he stared at me again.

Green eyes of some contemplative colour are catching me straight.

It was the next moment.

I felt like I was caressed with soft hands the core part of my being, the outer membrane of my heart.

That was a faint feeling that was going to disappear now, but I can get to who I am right away, having already experienced it once.

It's a magic spread of favors.

"Eve?"

"... Huh...!

Eve has a sad face, staring at me. No, it's closer like staring than watching.

It was only for a moment that I felt the magic of favor, which was also a very small amount of magic.

I still can't believe it. I suppose you desperately scratched up a slightly budding favor for me and put it into magic.

She looks at me like she's in pain and begging for help.

I want you to believe what you believe. I didn't hear those words, but what she was saying was emotional and understandable.

"Eve."

I put my left hand on her shoulder. I trembled for a moment, but she lowered her head just a little without running away. It would mean stroking your head.

I mixed my honest feelings about Eve with magic that I now feel and slowly radiated from the right palm I put on my head.

"……………………………… ♡"

Phew, phew, the look of a girl shaking her shoulders and snuggling herself as she breathes is quite horny.

Watching this, the favor is going to spread everywhere. While I felt remorse, I stopped releasing magic earlier than usual.

The magic released this time is very small.

Because of yesterday's events, it is possible that there are people wandering near the Qualdenze residence collecting information. If they accidentally release too much, they could capture it.

When I let go of my hand, Eve's head swayed small to the left and right. There is a sick atmosphere around the area with a slightly focussed, indefinite eye staring at this one, which is just a little creepy.

Eve may be hungry for favors.

I tried pouring a favorable diffusion this morning after a shot with a local maid, but it didn't respond as dramatically as Eve did. It was to the point of commenting that the maid said "my heart will be gentle".

Either the Elves are sensitive to emotional transmission by magic, or Eve is simply hungry for love. Maybe both.

Respond favorably to favors. This is very comfortable.

My memory really came back when I was so excited about my love sex with Rave that I wanted to keep running into bed with Eve.

Be not as good as I am myself, I somehow found myself greatly satisfied with my favor being accepted and returned.

This is due to the feeling, but I was confident that my relationship would improve in the future if I didn't get along the wrong way with Eve. You should be careful not to rush.

If we gradually flesh out the trust that we now have at this moment on the axis, it will eventually turn into love.

Not in a hurry, not in a hurry. You mustn't imitate the sudden sneaking into bed this evening.

It's really good to have offended you yesterday.

"I will always protect you."

"………… Yes……"

Let the maid take care of Eve, who is likely to flutter and fall, and let the nearby couch guide you. I need to talk to you about Orcian yesterday, so I decided to ask you to wait a little while.

She sat blurry on the couch as she honestly obeyed and stayed immersed in the finish of her favor.

Bad for Eve, but I keep relaxing and graceful morning meals.

Do not imitate anything aristocratic, or rush to scratch a mesh for those who descend. I didn't like to get attention from servants later, and Eve could eventually get lightning.

"You kept me waiting."

Enjoy your after-dinner tea before I approach Eve's sitting couch.

She sat at the end of the sofa placed in the shape of a co, in the first position to put a pencil on, if I may put it in writing order.

Now when I sat right next to Eve, I thought for a moment, you're like a cabbage, etc. But it was something that didn't appeal to me very much, so I quickly got out of my head.

I'm not into cabbage. It's a game where you can't pay to rub one milk or whatever is fun at all.

Whoa, pub would know. I used to read comics and there was a scene where the head teacher was going to the whoops pub during his school trip, but at the time I was like, "Adults can go to places like this! I want to grow up fast!" or something like that.

... I'll use the maids later. Whoa. Let's do it by the pub.

I set myself up in the middle of Eve's face-to-face seat without difficulty.

Sometimes the meal was long and she was looking at me with her sensible eyes back from being completely relieved. I'm not zero alert, but I feel a softer expression than usual.

"Well, what did you ask from..."

Eve, Rave, I've never touched as hard as I could on my life before I became a slave.

It is a hard memory for them. I twitched back to the detour because I felt like I was getting a bad impression.

But all this time, you won't even have to take that much into account. Let Orcian bear all the blame.

I wonder what it is? I wonder what it is? and eyeballs to see how Eve looks at this one, while I mouth the questions I was preparing during the meal.

"I may ask you something a little hard, but forgive me. We also need to hear this in order to find Eve's mother..."

I'm only asking for Eve, and I'll put up a line of prevention just in case.

Eve nodded so forcefully that I decided to start by checking out the simple facts.

"Is Slade the name of Eve's tribe?

"Probably, I think so"

I didn't expect an obscure answer to "probably" about my origins to return.

You saw how I was screwed out of the nose, and she keeps saying things like making excuses.

"Um, your father said no kids when you go outside..."

Because of the village's decision, children were forbidden to go out of the village or engage with people outside. And Eve was a serious kid at the root, so he kept his word tight.

They say there aren't so many unique nouns about tribes that Eve remembers, and the phrase "We the Slade people" that parents and clan adults sometimes used to say just seems to be on their minds.

That's why she concluded herself, "I'm sure they call themselves the Slades".

Eve's world was complete in the village, in the clan.

"What kind of life did you have in the village?

"Uh..."

Is it hard to answer, she says? But it was not due to the fact that it was a hard past.

"I have traveled the village several times..."

It is said that the majority of the land of fog is a land contaminated by warcraft. And it is now in its advanced form, with warcraft overflowing from numerous fields, both mature and immature, mourning the land.

The Eves may be of a nomadic nature that travels regularly in search of clean land.

"Then let me tell you about the longest place you've lived."

"If that's the case, it's the village where I was born"

I thought it would be more efficient to dig into the parts of Eve that bothered me to talk to her if I wanted to, rather than ask her questions.

So I decided to have Eve tell me about what life I usually lived.

At first it was a bewildering Eve about what to talk about, but when I shook a few topics that seemed easy to talk about, such as meals and friends who were in the village, one of these days I started telling memories from myself.

As I listened to Eve's foggy earth life, one question arose to me.

"... you lived a long, spare life"

Yes, Eve's life was so rich that it didn't seem like a very rumoured land of fog.

When it comes to foggy land in aristocratic neighborhoods, it is a region with similar images in the infiltrated land.

In fact, it is the fallen destination of sinners pursued by lords and people who cannot live properly, from persecuted minorities, from those of the knights who worked and were expelled from their ungodly families to the raw stinking priests who broke down the Zeth Holy High Council.

It is a barren land that does not grow a single grass tree, it is the harshest end-of-life land on this continent, constantly frightened by the shadows of the warcraft that are thrown out of numerous fields and where humans continue to fight ugly each other in search of a few sober lands.

According to Eve's story, all the clans were made up of elves. They don't even know Eve about the specific population, but as far as I could tell, it felt like there were over a hundred of them.

Nevertheless, it is more of a threat than a weak aristocrat with more than a hundred individuals with more magic than their ancestors or something like that.

Rather than fields, they also seemed to raise livestock in the village, and they never had any difficulty eating. Eve's having a good body may also have something to do with his good nutritional status.

Nevertheless the village of Eve was at peace anyway.

Neither contamination of the land, nor invaders trying to take it away from us, comes up at all. Occasionally the Warcraft comes out and knocks him down, that's all I can feel about the misty earth. It was doubtful whether it was really about the worst land at all.

I guess the same thing happened to a civilian standing around the couch and writing down Eve's remarks, with a slightly surprised look on his face.

"...... so life has been very difficult since I left the Old Rim"

"Left the habitable land?... The Beast?

When it comes to threatening your life in the land of fog, that comes to mind first.

No matter how many hundred Elves there are, they will never beat a mature warcraft. Even the Fifth Warcraft in the Threatened Class will only be able to hold back and wait for their life to run out.

But Eve denied it.

"It's a demon."

It was almost like a warcraft.

"I came all of a sudden and took the village. Adults tried to fight..."

She stopped talking there, but I don't even have to think about the results. Eve passed out just because she was threatened.

Even adult Elf men would yield to Orcian intimidation, though they wouldn't even be sleep-raped exactly.

By the way, I couldn't help but worry about the maids around me earlier. I'm sorry for what I did to you, but I'm ashamed of you. Eve, who continues to use the illegitimate word "devil," is, in a way, a crystallization of the educational failures of the maids.

I think he is deeply ashamed that he has exposed such an impossible daughter to the Lord.

"... you should avoid calling me a ghost. I know you, like I'm saying. Because of that, Princess Orcian would have suspected me of my birth and attacked me, wouldn't he?

"Ya, I'll stop! I won't tell you anymore!

Eve honestly followed my precautions because she wasn't originally a retard. He's so scared of Orcians.

Either way, the super sermon time by the maids after this is waiting, but I think this is the way to put it: dyeing her bones.

I just had one question.

I don't think Eve is basically the kind of kid who openly hates or maligns others. It was surprising that the devil and others and the words strongly disdainful of others were uttered without resistance.

Was it Princess Orcian, and there was something to pin at when I saw Eve whispering, etc.

"Maybe Eve didn't know Princess Orcian's name?

"Yes. Guys, I only called him a demon. He wants to defeat the demons and take back the Old Ridge."

The Slades, who were deprived of their homeland and then rolled over the foggy land, said they were simply chanting about clan unity, ghost crushing, and Old Li recapture.

I guess for Eve, "devil" is more of a mere name-like perception than an affront.

"The devil."

Words that contain many such negative elements as evil, fallen, cursed, and ghost combined in Elo. It is an expression that is not often heard in aristocratic neighborhoods, although there are many words to disdain others.

"I don't know, but he's a demon because he's more than a ghost born into a human race"

"Ghosts?"

"... ah!

Eve with a face called Yabe. I think you're referring to the ancestors by thinking about them from talking.

It is believed that there are monsters on the Elo continent with human mutations and vicious powers. I translate this monster into Japanese on my own.

When the elves hear a fairy tale of "ghosts," it may be natural for them to overlap their image with the Lord ancestors present in the human race.

Eve hastily continued the conversation to deceive her. It is certain that the sermon level has jumped a few steps, even though it is too late to rush.

"... life outside the Old Rim was very difficult. The devil...... isn't it, Princess Orcian? attacked, and fewer and fewer people were able to use magic from the village"

Orcian led his own tribe to occupy the village. The tribe says everything was human slave ancestors except Orcians.

One of the tribes, a human race living in the land of fog, among them, would have been born and festived the son of his original ancestors, who would have raided the villages of Eve. What we are doing is no different than the native lords of our time.

And the elders of the Slades realized that there was room to fight if the guerrilla battle was to be fought.

Anyway, other than the Orcians, it is only a miscellaneous fish from the Elves, it is perfectly natural to assume that if you repeat the ambush, you can handle it.

But it was like treading on a tiger's tail. Orcians, furious after being raided by their countrymen, become more thoroughly retaliated against.

That's how the Slade warriors scattered as the battle continued. Successive people were physically impaired by the intense magical remnants of what survived their lives, or were prevented from activating magic by the disturbance of magic.

The power of magic is immense in living in a harsh environment called the Land of Mist. The Slades twitched, surely losing their power.

"Did the battle with Princess Orcian go on forever?

Eve shakes her head to the side and denies it.

"One day, a mature warcraft appeared and everyone was scattered. Just running away is the best I can do, and I don't know what happened to people other than us. After that, we couldn't fight anymore."

It's just that even the mature warcraft attacked where the clan was in decline, so what a crying face. The land of mist is indeed hell.

"... you guys hear anything too?

So I spoke to the martial arts officers. Because I could see that their interest grew stronger at once in Eve's statement that a mature warcraft had emerged.

This is what it is, but it is a real mature warcraft. It can be taken for granted that they care that they pride themselves on protecting the earth from warcraft.

Besides, I wanted to cut into the conversation from a perspective other than mine.

"Well, then, from me"

Represented martial officer begins questioning Eve.

He was asking questions in as much detail as Eve could remember, including the appearance and characteristics of the Warcraft, his personality, and how the clan fought and escaped.

Sometimes the martial officers hold hearings from the people to obtain accurate information when the Warcraft appears. As a result, I was able to extract information from Eve's distressing memory.

I think this kind of know-how is plain amazing. Instead of talking about Eve, I'm more interested in what they're saying.

"... I see. It helps."

While I was concerned, I ended a whole series of questions.

"Have you figured out how much warcraft it is?

"Ha. As far as I can tell from the current story, Miss Eve's encountered warcraft is not a great threat as a mature warcraft. I was wondering if I could judge the threat class to be the lowest fifth."

That's what he said, so I'll swing my gaze to the left and right. Opposition did not rise from the surrounding martial arts officers.

When I return my gaze to the samurai, the spokesperson, he will give an example of how the mature warcraft that attacked Eve was the easy type to deal with.

"… and it is relatively easy to deal with. It is not so difficult to evacuate the inhabitants, even just the army led by the knights, and to stop them in a narrow range until their husbands and young men arrive. It's easy to buy time to life if you have more ancestors."

The Slades have fought pitifully for you all to have more magic than your ancestors... in a tone that conveyed him, their thoughts, and strong questions.

"I am too ignorant of mature warcraft to be a people living in the land of fog. All I can say is that it sucks, such as scattering in all directions against mature warcraft with diffuse properties and fleeing. What if, at that point, there were already no warriors who knew how to fight a warcraft?

Generating and scattering small warcraft from mature warcraft-specific giants, causing widespread damage… This is a special ability that some mature warcraft possess, also known as diffusion properties.

The mature warcraft the Eves encountered, apparently, was a giant tree resembling a mangrove, which emits large quantities of bird-shaped little warcraft about the size of an eagle. I can no longer feel the beast element, but this is still called the Warcraft for once.

In the case of warcraft with diffusion characteristics, the fighting capacity of the body is generally often not significant. For this reason it can be said that a mature warcraft of a kind can be defeated safely from the nobility.

But failure to crusade will devastate surrounding villages and cities. If you consider it to be the Warcraft version of locust plague, then what is it?

In the sense of dealing damage to the territory, it is as unpleasant as a mature warcraft specializing in its ability to pollute.

The basic tactic against a diffuse mature warcraft is to continue to attack the body.

The released Little Warcraft are coming towards the attacker simultaneously in an attempt to protect the main unit, but the occurrence of more Little Warcraft is often deterred because the main unit transitions from diffusion mode to attack mode. Of course, there are troublesome mature warcraft with dual modes, and rarely do they continue to diffuse small warcraft even when the body is attacked.

In the case of knights, you can attack the ticks and the main body and wait for the arrival of the nobility while interfering with proliferation. If you have enough Preliminary Power to defeat the Little Warcraft, all of you will have is the main body of the attack mode, so the damage around you can be stopped to a minimum.

Running in all directions like the Eves, the body moves into full diffusion mode, creating a small warcraft in all directions indefinitely until its lifespan runs out.

Diffuse Warcraft are easier to deal with than so-called Diffuse Warcraft, which specializes in their diffuse performance. Eve and the others joined forces to keep attacking the body, and the best thing to do was wait for their life to run out. The martial officer concluded as such.

By the way, they say bird-shaped little warcraft is particularly easy to deal with. I didn't know that far.

But Eve shakes her head.

"No one knows how to fight from the start. There are no mature warcraft in the Old Rim."

There was not a single person here who could understand the meaning of the word.

When everyone was having difficulty reacting, Eve went on to talk about whether she felt an explanation was lacking.

"Eh, your father, your mother, your grandfather, they were all born and raised in Old Ri. So I don't know it from the beginning. Your ancestors may have known when you arrived in Old Ri..."

Our question is, there's no mature warcraft in the old house.

But Eve didn't understand it, and she interpreted it as a question of what she had done before living in Old Ri.

"Eve, no. What we don't know is that there are no mature warcraft. Is there such a peculiar land in the land of fog?

She answers my question, which represents everyone's question, with an incomprehensible face.

"It's also in Newnelly City, isn't it?

"Such an idiot"

I accidentally gave it back with a reflex like that.

If there were such a privileged land, the Qualdenze family would definitely live there.

"Huh? That's where you're taking the salt that comes out of your meal, isn't it? I asked Mimon."

So the indoor quieted down. Everyone figured out what that meant.

"One thing's for sure. Is Old Ri a village that existed in the field?

"Isn't that right?

The unspoken surprise echoed indoors on purpose.

Isn't it obvious, I'm sorry for Eve looking like that, but building a village in a place like that is unexpected in the Qualdenze family, no, nobles and knights first. Look, the civilian's writing hand is stopped.

But if you think about it a little bit, you realize it's sensible behavior.

"........................ I see. Indeed, there is no mature warcraft in the field"

The field is a cradle that begets and breeds warcraft. And the immature warcraft, at the moment of maturity, leaps out of the field to scorn the earth.

Paradoxically, there are only immature warcraft in the field. It is perfectly right that there is no danger of a mature warcraft in the Old Rim.

"But immature warcraft exists. Is it something that you can fulfill and live in the field? If it's a massive field, even immature warcraft doesn't alarm any of us. Sometimes even we grow into something so vicious that we can't win one-on-one, that it's very civilian... no, I see..."

As we talked, the civilian seemed to notice as well.

"Yes, civilians, but the Eves are not human beings. All of them possess more magic than their ancestors. If an immature warcraft is against you, it's not that much of a threat."

"… will it be a problem to ignore fog-producing leeches as well"

One of the martial officers says as he was more interested.

Rupetta told me before that my whole body is filled with leeches at some point as I walk in the field.

This mysterious leech is also said to be created by the fog in the field, and even clothes that tend to tighten the gap tend to notice that the leech sticks to the complexion. And that number is unlimited. One way to execute criminals is to detain them with rope and leave them on the field. They're going to suck blood on leeches before they starve to death.

On the other hand, it is very weak in magic and can be eliminated easily by releasing a little magic.

More than 99% of the inhabitants of Quordenze are human slave ancestors. The reason why there are no civilians living in Newnelly Field is extremely simple, because we cannot solve this leech problem.

Another samurai opens his mouth saying the point has been made.

"I had strong doubts about whether Miss Eve could fulfill and escape that Princess Orcian, or continue Operation Surprise. But if the battlefield is inside the field, it will also be possible. Because the world of fog is very difficult to detect magic, escape is of course easy to raid, and if you're home, you have a local interest, so it's Yuen. You need to try it, but it may also limit the scope and power of the intimidation"

For the Slades the battle in the field would be a familiar one.

Maybe it was more of an operation to continue the fight at home that repeated the ambush. If we're going to fight outside the field, we're going to be wiped out in an instant.

"Princess Orcian should be able to expel a considerable range of leeches with only the magic released naturally. Well enough for a slave ancestral villager to ride and live..."

"Hmm, that's probably why I couldn't completely chase the Fiction tribe that continues the ambush operation. If Princess Orcian is not present, the villagers left will suffer leech harm. I wouldn't have been able to go outside that long."

Apparently the Slades have already been renamed as fiction tribes throughout the Qualdenze family. I need to be aware of that, too.

"... If you can even ignore the existence of leeches and immature warcraft, then surely there is a resting place in the field. Most importantly, there's no need to worry about dirt."

Strangely, the ground in the field is often uncontaminated.

Whether the contamination capacity of immature warcraft in the field is low, or the environmental resilience that the field has is strong, I don't know why by any means.

If the ability of immature warcraft to contaminate was strong, every field would be filled with dirt inside, leaving no room for adventurers, etc.

"It is also possible to trade with the outside world if it is a benign field with a lot of resources. And depending on the quality of the environment, we will have a stable climate all year long… If we are to live in a foggy land, the Fiction clan will never be wrong."

So I asked Eve to try it out, and she didn't have a wintery winter in Old Ridge. When Eve came to Newnelly City, which means the climate was around autumn in the central part of the continent, he said, all year round.

If only we could put up with immature warcraft who don't know when and when they will attack us, an outing, maybe a field is a comfortable space for the Elves.

In fact, I don't think there's anything you can't live and live in because there was also an assassin of the Zeth Episcopal High Council lurking in Newnelly Field.

I guess I quickly understood the idea of a martial officer or civilian living on the field, also because of that incident.

"Do other elves live a similar life?

No, I asked him at the source, but Eve replies he doesn't know. I just want to talk to Ravé again.

"But many other fields would exist in the land of fog. Shouldn't I have rebuilt my life in another field without sticking to Old Ri and Ya?

"... Everyone gets angry when you say that. Your father got angry too."

Eve's memory always made him a sweet father, but he said he harshly reprimanded him when he said things that would deny the takeover of his hometown. The Slades... Is it the Fiction clan?

If it's a long-lived elf tribe, I think it would be better to build a base in another field to accumulate power and slaughter the rest of the party by raiding at a time when Orcian's life expects to run out. This may be cowardly, but it would be a safe and secure way.

Unfortunately, however, my opinion seemed to be of a minority, and the martial officers were very convinced of Eve's remarks with the feeling that "Eve Father is right". Minority or no longer isolated.

"Besides, it looks like every field nearby had a bad environment."

To Eve's statement, a martial officer makes a supplement.

"It is said that the land of fog not only has a large number of fields, but many have poor internal environments. Miss Eve said the fields in the old mile were stable and rare in the environment."

In the time of the priest, many surveys of the land of fog have been carried out. Many pious priests traced Mr. Zeth's journey diary, but some were ambitious priests trying to find scarce resources like gold and silver.

Their remaining adventure record was dedicated to the Holy Capital and is said to have helped greatly in grasping the full extent of the Elo continent.

"Let's get back to it, you were attacked by a mature warcraft and your clan was separated, right? What happened after that?

Eve and Rave, and Eve. Father said he started fleeing by becoming a group of about twenty.

Some other groups seemed to have been formed, but somehow they were desperate to escape and no one knew what had happened to you.

"So if you were living ahead of the fallout, the Levios army on the Great Northern Expedition came"

"………… Yes……"

So the Slade group Eve finally combined with bankruptcy.

Eve father was murdered by the Levios army, and lookalike women like Eve and Rave were captured as slaves.

Knowing Eve's whereabouts this way, she seems to enjoy her better than ever. It is in the same mood as I saw the producer indication "thus delivered into our hands".

There are many things unknown, but we were able to grasp the flow of the major muscles, and it was established that Eve was an Orcian enemy. The perception around it will need to be well understood.

You remind me of the tragedy since Levios' army captured me. To Eve, who still looks like he's going to cry, I preface when I tell him one important thing, then I say.

"The tribe from Eve is the Fiction tribe. Be sure to answer that if someone asks you where you're from. You know why?

"... Evil, eh!... Princess Orcian, is it?

"That's right. It could come again when it comes to the Slades, etc. It's a hassle to chase him back. Not always with Eve by my side."

"Ha, ha!

You must have remembered Orcian's fear, Eve responds by making a noise that clogged his throat. Eve won't let you out in front of anyone else in the house, and I don't think you should worry, just in case.

As far as the desperation of Fiction, Fiction, and Eve, who speaks small, I think there will be less risk of finding out in the future.

After all, there was not much useful information about Orcian himself.

Eve's point of view only sees the side of being driven away, and he knows very little about clashes with key Orcians. I still want to get information from Rave.

And let's keep men in range looking for Elves slaves. Maybe there are survivors of the Fiction clan. I'm looking for Eve initially. I was just going to end up appealing, but let's be serious.

If I could find him, Eve might be happy. I've favored it, and I want to respond to it to the best of my ability.

It is man who wants to return favors to favors.

"Well, let's leave the hard story at that. Because of this, I want you to tell me more about Eve."

I didn't think I'd ask much about the part where Levios' army assaulted me, so you could ask a civilian to ask for it later. It would be the part where you don't even want to talk to me as Eve, and I'll leave the hated role to the civilian.

I decided to enjoy an unusual topic, such as life in the Old Ridge, which I enjoyed.

Moving away from the dark topic makes Eve's expression gradually brighter.

My body is going to tip into semen production if I get this sparkling smile on my face. I think I'm absolutely bad at taking sexual action on Eve right now, so please, I want you to keep it down... No, it's nothing. Should I pour the semen manufactured with it on the maids? It's not just Eve's sperm.

Makes me feel better if I think so, let's honestly enjoy Eve's smile.

After a while, my father came to the great hall.

"Wilk, how are you feeling?

I was playing with Eve on a cardboard I brought from Newnelly City, and once I stop there, I finish my morning greeting to my father.

I am not ill because I was healed by Plume and I regained my vitality as a life by holding Eve and your local maid. Enough to be somewhat anxious that the magic in your body is depleted once and it has not yet been filled.

I wish it was a trait that recovered from the brink of death greatly increased my magic power or something like that, but just using up my magic doesn't make anything stronger. Instead, it was troublesome because the training would be less efficient.

"Didn't you have to?

Apparently, he cares that he was feeling weak, not simple physical exhaustion.

I tried to respond brightly, but my father didn't seem to believe it. This is the first time I've ever been so worried, maybe I'm having trouble dealing with it.

My father stops the servant who moved to prepare breakfast. My father says it briefly to me watching it.

"I ate before I went to bed, so I'm not really hungry yet."

Last night's meeting of the Qualdenze factions, but they said the Earl of Evenapis, who was supposed to be late just before the end, jumped in.

They flew in when they heard the war had begun in Wang Du! Let's do it, you guys! He was Nori. What a grandfather like this Orcian.

... or if it was actually a war, it wouldn't be a good idea to come to Wangdu. If he dies in battle, the Evenapis family ends at that point. He's not the same type as my grandfather, but this one is like a painting of a warrior of the world.

In the end, thanks to that intrusion, my father's briefing went as far as unknown.

I also thought I should have called you to the Qualdenze mansion, but I didn't put it in my mouth because I didn't seem to really want to call you home because of what my father said. Well, I'd be in trouble too if such a hot and bitter old man came.

"Have we talked?

That gaze is directed at Eve for a moment. I interpret it to mean that you asked Eve about the Orcian raid, and I concur.

"I'll hear more about it later. Speak briefly."

I didn't say this line to me, it was an instruction to a civilian who had refrained.

A civilian who corrected his numbing posture raised his voice, first explaining the fact that Eve's homeland existed in the field and its rationality.

"... although the stage of the story is a little special in that it is a village in the field, the conflict structure is simple and common. It is believed that the head of the civilian settlement, blessed by the Blessed Son, carried out raids aimed at the land where he lived well. The Fiction tribe has since resorted to thorough ambushes and agitation, harassment, and tactics very similar to Mukade's legs. Princess Orcian, who was injured in this, embarks on retaliation, but the battlefield prevents her from harnessing her magic power, and the war is believed to have prolonged."

"You're no different."

The last time my father put it together so briefly.

I can't help it from the degree of civilization, but I raided because I had good land to live on, which is common... Looking at the situation on the Elo continent, I am so desperate to slaughter that I wonder if I was born to kill each other as a human being.

"There wasn't much information about Princess Orcian herself"

"I guess so"

We have no idea why we have reached the Mirendorva family, and it is a refreshing state of affairs around it. My father didn't seem to expect much either.

But am I the only one who feels like if I ask Orcian himself, he'll talk to me perky? But honestly, I don't want to get too close to that one. I'm safety first.

"Pay for it."

My father said in a low voice. I guess that means we're going to talk about something important.

A civilian approaches Eve and tries to kick her out of the room. She stared at me silently.

Ooh... Eve is counting on me...

Maybe you just don't want to leave me because of Orcian's presence. But it's incredible progress. That's something that can help, too.

But I can't disobey my father's orders. He spoke softly and told him to play cards again before getting him out of the room.

Civilians and martial arts officers all change into executive-class people, and escorts change their placement into security outside the room.

After a while, Gorn, Gorn, Gorn and I occasionally heard low noise from outside the room. This is to prevent eavesdropping from outside the mansion, so the martial officers keep banging on bell-like instruments. Due to the high number of instruments, the noise sounds uninterrupted and also indoors.

I wouldn't normally do it this far, but, anyway, it was yesterday today. There is no doubt that spies are wandering more than usual. Then it was decided that it would be better to reopen it and take measures.

The table used for the meal is completely cleaned up and turned into a conference table.

My father and I sat face to face, and the executives surrounded us.

"This social event, the day after tomorrow, was premature"

Well, I was the only one who thought. It seemed to be shared beforehand and there was no particular response from the surroundings.

"Are you saying that you are looking at this matter so heavily that you re-write your plans"

"Dear Left"

The social event was scheduled a few more days away.

It is only by digesting the schedules we had notified in advance on schedule that we can see the power of the Levios family. There is also a glimpse of the seriousness of the case from around daring to change it.

"The king's capital is now shaking heavily with that reward of intent to kill. Prolonging this state of affairs only fuels misgivings, and he decided it would be better to complete the face-to-face meeting of the kingdom aristocrats early."

Most kingdom aristocrats want to face to face with the hidden balls that each of the Qualdenze and Mirendorva families possesses and see first-hand who they are.

Apparently, the Levios decided it was better to reschedule at their discretion than stick to their original plans. Social readiness is diverse, so if we can quickly and accurately adjust these realignments, it will also show the high political power of the Royal Family.

"... before that, I'm going to Royal Castle tomorrow"

"Be careful"

Dad tried his best and replied casually, but my father shook his neck to the side.

"So is Wilk. I would like to say hello in advance to King Levios. He seemed to think the same thing over there, so I've already told him the story."

A clerk from the Levios family said they wanted me to come to the Royal Castle once before they started socializing. He said he thought it would be better to show his face here than to hide me weirdly even as a father.

However, today's climb was just NG.

You think there was yesterday's incident, and suddenly when you go to the royal castle today, the Levios will call on the Qualdenze family and it will look like the Qualdenze family climbed according to it? It's a downgrade for the Qualdenze family.

Normally, it's early enough for tomorrow, but given that the day after tomorrow is the start of socializing, it seems to neutralize there well. It makes me wonder if the nobles who do all these troublesome men fights are really hippos.

By the way, yesterday, the mentes of Grand Duke Mirendorva, who climbed up to pick up Orcian, seem pretty crushed. My father had a little face.

"You don't have to get up to that. Quordenze has nothing to do with this one. Be magnificent."

Rather, he said he might be pursued as if weak hips had caused me. If this happens already, why don't we reopen it and make him a dignified victim?

"Wilk will be fond of the Kingdom of Levios, and that is passed down there as well. You should avoid imitating that you would have extra bad feelings about Princess Orcian. As the next generation of the Qualdenze family, nothing will go wrong."

"Was it favorable?

"After entering the city of Calahanasso, I would have asked Civilian Levios about the kingdom day after day. The next generation of Qualdenze is perceived to have a strong interest in the kingdom"

"Oh, is that what you mean"

I was just interested in the history of the kingdom, and it's not like I have a political ideology of kingdom by kingdom. The other just took the liberty of giving a favorable interpretation.

But then again, I didn't have much bad feelings for the Levios.

There are many young and deserted places, but I can honestly respect the fact that we are putting an end to the turmoil in the eastern part of the continent to create peace by the nobles and make all this effort to maintain it. I also thought that the outbreak of Warcraft El Senior had no choice because it was like a natural disaster.

Indeed, my father is right, I may be categorized as a nobleman in favor of the kingdom.

The emotion was truthfully communicated so that there was no consciousness.

"What, it's not bad to be thought of as kingdom leaning. I think my father and I are really close to the Empire."

"Well, I guess so."

Needless to say, my grandfather also lives as an imperial nobleman about half of his life. Even though we have rebelled, the Empire still has a handout, so you will see it coming.

"I prefer the kingdom system... oh, don't tell my father this"

I see. I have no hesitation in spinning around the Empire.

My father may think it doesn't matter if he goes out, the Jinker En Empire, etc. Sooner or later, I want to talk to my father about this without hesitating to tell anyone.

"Tomorrow there will be more messengers than the royal castle in the morning, just so we can be ready by the end of the day"

"So is it royal castle for lunch?

"That's the thing. Prince Dunkel will also be present."

The prince of the sideroom who was rolled up to the next winner as a result of the total annihilation of the boy between the main room and the main room by the accident of El Senior? Surely he should have been about 20 or 21 years old. From what I can tell, I feel a little bit of a difference between generations when it comes to my age.

Will it be like a luncheon from face-to-face with Prince Dunkel to me, my father, King Levios? There's going to be a huge meal, but it's going to be a nervous, tasteless meeting.

"In the afternoon the prince says he will guide the royal castle"

"What about your father?

"Grand Duke Mirendorva is going to climb the castle, so we're going to talk about this drop."

I mean, to avoid meeting Grand Duke Mirendorva, I feel like I'm taking an in-castle sightseeing tour with Prince Dunkel's navigation. So the Levios are the only ones I show my face to.

But I appreciate that. I don't really want to hang out with places where boss class nobles gather: King Levios, Grand Duke Mirendorva and Marquis of Qualdenze.

I hear there are some attractions in the royal castle to see, especially the Wang Temple dedicated to the first King Levios. I'm getting a little excited.

"Where did you drop it?

"We talk to look for it. It's easy to put together, even though it's an advantage."

The Mirendorva family is the head of the Mirendorva sect. If there is no analogy, if you admit it fully and give in completely, there is no standing. The Quordenze family, on the other hand, will not be honored as the head of the Quordenze sect unless they are allowed to acknowledge its non-existence.

Nevertheless, the bad news this time was the Mirendorva family entirely, and Orcian escaped to you for storming. At this point, the Qualdenze family can say things quite forcefully. It is worse to lose.

The liver of the discussion says how far the Mirendorva family accepts humiliation, around it.

"... so no compensation in particular?

"We can't allow this raid with money or advances."

It seems that the Quordenze family raid is permissible with a thousand pieces of Christ gold coins, and it is unacceptable to quantify them as such.

This means that as a Qualdenze family, we are required to trample on the honour of the Mirendorva family, not gold. That would be difficult to discuss.

"I ask the other way around, what kind of compensation do you think Wilk has? Feel free to answer if you can think of one, you can't be angry."

"... that's hard. The partial transfer of Mirendorva territory is not realistic."

"Naturally. I'm not at war."

It's too much jumping ground for anything. Not only is it labour-intensive to manage, but it is also the worst demand to deteriorate to relations with the Levios family.

In the first place, the Mirendorva family and the kingdom nobles are one another, and at first they are friends. After all, it is to an extent unfriendly in the social arena called Wang Du, and it can also be considered a peaceful relationship, unlikely to be a direct battle, etc.

If the territory is adjacent, and if it is also land that claims possession of each other, it will take advantage of this, but there is no such thing.

"If you have special technology, you want me to provide it? … is it still not looking good"

The Atelahan family, for example, is famous for its high level of civil engineering skills. If Orcian had come from the Athellahan family, he just wanted to take the know-how around it.

"Let's take a lighter look at replacing it with the moves of the people"

I had some anticipation, but using civilians to hold battles between nobles is not a very good idea.

Then you might want to offer something more aristocratic.

"Then what's the magic? Can't you take away the magic technology that the Mirendorva family has?

Yesterday, Orcian was activating strange detective magic. I felt a magical shake that was subtly different from the detective magic shared in the Qualdenze family.

Magic cannot be conveyed in books, it is a technique that is immediately taught and conveyed by those who know it. Regional differences are quite high.

If magical technology is provided, it will be the knights' ancestors who will be the main subjects. I don't feel bad about it because I interact with you under the life of an aristocrat.

My father showed me only a few tricks to think about and then immediately dismissed them.

"Let's get dissatisfied with that from the Levios family, too. The Mirendorva family is, on the contrary, a house of branches. The magic is the same as the trunk."

The first Duke of Mirendorva is from the real brother of the first King Levios, or Levios family. Naturally, it would have set up the house with the magic technology that the Levios family possessed intact.

If the Quordenze family tries to get it, the Levios family will feel like their bellies will be plugged away. I don't feel good.

But it's called Plume and a good father, and I feel like I'm looking down the Mirendorva family naturally.

I don't feel malicious there, I look down as if that's natural. "Branch house," no matter how much internal conversation. I think it's an expression I would never use outside.

Even though the Qualdenze and Mirendorva families are unfamiliar, there is also a history of entering the kingdom. I wonder if this kind of thinking is one of the causes. Unconscious contempt is surprisingly conveyed to them.

"Is it the Levios family...... oh, then you want me to get off the Grand Duke or something?

I threw it myself, but I didn't think this was the answer I was saying.

"It's not worth anything, such as being in the throne of the kingdom. And if you imitate what it's worth, the Levios will be happy."

"I knew you did, didn't I? Then the demand to raise your position within the kingdom doesn't seem desirable..."

Even if we consider raising the position of our newcomer, the Qualdenze family, in the end that does not gain much just by increasing the authority of the kingdom.

No, rather the other way around. With more power in the kingdom itself, perhaps the freedom of kingdom aristocracy could be limited. It's only detrimental to the Qualdenze family.

"Thinking about it, there's no good compensation..."

"Oh, apologies are the best. Mirendorva won't be able to make a big face this time in society."

Try not to be openly hostile to the Qualdenze family in this socialization, in some cases for convenience. My father says this is enough.

The Qualdenze family will gain recognition from their surroundings and their position will be stronger.

"... not necessarily if Princess Orcian doesn't make another scene. I have to be ready for you."

Nor can my father fully read how the Being of the Original Ancestors moves in the future, and how my surroundings perceive it.

If there's a way to keep Orcian's head down right now, he'll consider it too. However, my father seems to think that's not very realistic. As much as Grand Duke Mirendorva can afford, let's not expect too much.

I don't care what I'd do if I were you, thinking about it, somehow I got eyes to eyes with my father with a troubled look on his face.

"This is something I should check..."

"What is it?

It is a badly chopped tone for my father.

"How does Wilk want to do Qualdenze in the future?

"What do you mean?

"As the next generation of the Qualdenze family, which direction do you think we should go in? So is the governance in the realm, but there's also foreign policy. If you have past greats to target, I'd also like to hear that. … and thoughts on Spierzeik."

This is probably the last thing you want to hear.

I don't think my father understands my thoughts on the Spierzeik family because of Spierzeik Veret's treatment of the remains, etc. I should have been briefed and accepted at first.

I can see that my father is very wary of it if he doesn't return the answers he doesn't want or if he doesn't understand. But you need to listen carefully before you go up to the royal castle... it looks like that. No, I'm sure you're deliberately showing it in an attitude to look like it.

Now thinking about what to answer, my father's mouth opened first.

"Wilk has always been an untouchable child... no, everything isn't, but um, the future hasn't been much of an anxiety... no, that's an untouchable child, anyway?

I'm sorry I'm a weird son.

"I don't remember having an emotional clash. Parent-child relationships are very rare."

That's what my father said as he stared at me.

Nobles with the mighty power of the progenitor rarely collide emotionally with their parents and children.

Anyway, the Lord's fathers are the bearers of power isolated from the others. It's a common story to feel omnipotent there and have strong objections to the closest kind of homogeneity. It's not that which is right or wrong, but maybe it's like a defensive instinct involved in one's existence.

What my father says about a child who doesn't have a hand means a child who will convince me if only he had reason to. Anyway, the purpose is to rebel, and the parents and children, the brothers, who seem very unable to talk about their age properly, are there.... Will this not change even for civilians? That's a personal matter to think about.

However, in the case of the Lord ancestors, the impact on the surroundings is too great, so I guess if I did it, it would be closed up.

The most alarming thing for my father is the emotional conflict between the present and the next generation. When this place fails, it will have a negative impact on all internal affairs and diplomacy.

I guess I'm so cautious about hearing your thoughts on the Spierzeik family that I fear this will trigger a parent-child conflict.

Compared to this, it's perfectly acceptable for my father to go out under the castle to play and make weird things with civilians, to play with silkworms extensively in the castle, to collect and read Zeth-related books, to date civilian daughters and to date churches to that extent bizarre. I don't even know if I would be anxious about the future.

"First of all, it's a policy towards the Spierzeiks."

"Mm..."

"Crush it. We think it would be best if we were buried safely and securely so as not to cause this damage as much as possible. The Spiazeik family is a threat to the Qualdenze family just because it exists................ the point of my uncle's revenge is... I'm sorry about my father, but I don't care that much. Because I've never met my uncle. I just can't resist listing Spierzeik as the cause of doom."

I was a little nervous, but I decided to tell her without falsifying my candidness.

Already several times the Spiazeikes have said they will crush it, but what my father is still unconvinced of is "I don't care about my uncle's revenge or anything. I want to crush it efficiently without becoming emotional" probably because it hid its true intent.

I was anxious that my father, who was close to my uncle, would not be drastically elevated, but my father would not absurd his voice just with a painful look on his face.

"Really...? Um, you said it well. This seems convincing to me, too.... Sorry, you've always cared for me and my father, haven't you?

What does the father think of his son, who feels nothing in particular for his relatives being murdered? It fills me with hindsight to think that I might have been able to lean a little closer to my father's feelings if I had been a regular El Continental aristocrat.

But still, I thought it was better to be honest with you than to lie.

My father speaks of tea. Freshly brewed hot tea was immediately placed before me and my father.

"... anyway, your policy towards the Spierzeikes seems no different than mine. Well, this is a good thing."

Even if there is a difference on the inside, it does not change the goal of destroying the Spierzeik family. Then my father summed it up.

It is obvious that it is a signal to change the subject, and I have replied on it as well. This would be the topic my father had the hardest time hearing. I think I want to move on to the next story as soon as possible.

"So, do you have any other goals? You'd have worked harder for the next nominee, wouldn't you? I was wondering if there was a strong reason."

"It's..."

That would be natural as to why I wanted to be the next head of the Qualdenze family. Speaking of nobility, the house commotion, the benevolent battle of the brothers who sought the Lord's seat, all I have is that image.

Besides, my father and mother are so lovely that they can't have their next child after Fannie, I've always been wary of the future of my brother being born.

I just wanted to take up the post of next principals and create an environment where I could easily eliminate or assassinate my brother in case he could. I mean, in a nutshell, it's for protection.

However, I am prepared for about the reason for my aspirations.

I want to preserve the traditions of the historic Qualdenze family. A moderate reform is needed to protect the house in this turbulent time. I want to be a help to my struggling father...... somehow, it's an aspirational reason like an entry sheet written by a new graduate student. But that's what I've been working on over and over again for almost ten years.

would sound like a statement of confidence on the part of a noble son with a hell of a fine idea for hearing from him. Plus I'm just highlighting what I'm actually thinking and flourishing the expression, so I don't have a single lie.

"Think of the leap forward in Qualdenze"

"In this day and age, if we aim to maintain the status quo, won't we just fall? Because times go by."

You'll lose if you go into protection. I'm not going to say growth just like a conscious venture, but I think the basic attitude needs to be upward.

"Will you conquer the continent?"

"... what?

It is a story that has grown much bigger.

He decided I was in denial for being taken lightly, my father overlaps words.

"Hmm, don't you think so"

"That's right, I'm not interested"

I would be interested in going around holding beautiful women from all over the Elo continent. But as it stands, not even all the maids of beauty in Castle Newnelly in Qualdenze are hugged.

My hands only have one dick, even if they spread out. This is the immovable truth.

Even semen making magic can be one option to embark on a hegemony, but unfortunately such supermagic does not exist in the Qualdenze family.

Then it is better to just hold the beauty within reach while maintaining the position of a grand aristocrat.

"Because in my own generation, I want to make the Voystra plain Qualdenze's first priority..."

Spierzeik territory is vast. It will take a long time for subsequent rule to stabilize where it was attacked and destroyed.

I don't want to participate in extra wars in my generation, I want to keep the peace and focus on home affairs and child making, and I want to focus on consolidating the scaffolding of the Qualdenze family.

If there were a vast territory combining the territory of Qordenze and the territory of Špiazzek, the population would also be considerable. I've never had trouble with a beautiful woman my whole life.

"There's no reason to go for it first. Continental domination, etc."

I thought I spoke a little too seriously, but I need to make it clear that my father doesn't make mistakes.

In the first place, I don't see how that system could be maintained, even if continental domination were temporary. As you can see in the third generation, the Jinker En Empire is also the inner geva of the Zeth Holy High Council because of how the turmoil began in the first place. Weirdly, I even feel like the life expectancy of the Qualdenze family would increase if it were to be made even in a united continental regime.

Except if I was born an ancestor like Orcian, especially in a civilian position with nothing to lose. "All the beauties born on this earth are mine! Let's go, continental hegemony!" and others may have reopened and embarked on a hegemony.

But I wasn't born into the Qualdenze family. I don't want to imitate dishonesty like destroying a house on my own, thanks to the fact that I've been raised so far.

"You have no reason to aim...? Maybe that's what Wilk thinks, but what about the aristocrats who know the old days?"

"And say?

"If you let go of your sword, you will wear the earth. Many people think so."

That is the story that emerged from the episode about the journey of the Jinker En Emperor.

Back then, Emperor Jinker En, the three sons of a weak aristocrat, was banished from his house after being given only one sword by his parents. Angry with his own predicament, he throws the sword at the mercy of much of his anger. Then the angle thrown was good, and the sword's body pierced the earth brilliantly, upright.

The Jinker En Emperor who saw it thought. The sword was built to slash something. Even if they throw it away in this way, they stand up for themselves with all their weight. Then what about myself, who was born into the Lord's ancestors? If you can find your true self like this sword and do it all, can you stand up?

In this way, he pushed forward with faith in his will without being left to rot, and finally became the champion of the western part of the continent.

"... how great a sword they think it is"

This story, if you normally think about it, says, "Don't just be chronic when it comes to being the Lord ancestor. Understand the great power and use it correctly". But this interpretation is a minority, for some reason.

Ordinary El Continentals say, "Heroes are born heroes! If we go out into the world, we're gonna make a big deal out of this!" They interpret it in a way that I think it's absolutely crazy.

I am reminded of the difference in values with the Elo Continentals in places like this.

"About yesterday, it's that big. Almost everything in the kingdom aristocracy has experienced that intimidation. If you just face to face in socializing, you just have to guess the amount of magic lurking in your body. You'd guess there's a huge amount of magic lurking around, but how big you take it is only a sense of individuality. Some might see it as a sword that could be a feat, but I would have thought it was at best about the unity of the central part of the continent. … but that was a hunch that the release of that magic was that of the great sword that penetrated the continent as well"

So my father stared strongly at me.

"I don't care what you're hiding, this is what I felt."

Without waiting for my reaction, my father continues.

"If you have so much power, do you also have an inner mind to conquer the continent?"

Is it the idea of the El Continental people to think that a feat commensurate with their power is necessary?

No, Japan hasn't changed that much in the last life. Players who played high school baseball would like to be active in the professional world.

"I've been doing things in the city that I don't really understand for a long time, but it's also convincing to think that it was all a preparation after I got to our Lord's seat. I've been helped a lot by the product of Wilk and the interest it produces. The city of Nambonan also seems to be turning well, as advised by Viscount Galliana. If you think about simple tax revenues, it could all be a city comparable to Newnelly's. … in terms of money and talent, the foundation to support the hegemony is being created."

Nothing was said about talent, but this would be Simo's story.

Since we are gradually holding the maid of honor, and will continue to do so, in ten years and twenty years, the staff of our ancestors will increase dramatically. If we can afford the personnel, the Qualdenze family should have a new knighthood.

The number of knights is like the growth limit of the aristocracy. No matter how much territory you intend to expand, you cannot govern without a knight. In fact, the Spierzeik family thing. The Voystra royal family is stopping the expansion without enough knights.

When they say that, I don't seem to be acting as if I'm trying to dominate the continent in the future.

"Because it's all the result of doing what you want to do"

But the Pioneering Order, the City of Nambonan, and most importantly, intercourse, are just doing what they want to do.

I did it because I wanted to, I could do it, a lot of things.

"The same goes for the Jinker En Emperor. The turmoil in the western part of the continent ended as a result of doing what you wanted to do"

"Aren't the results too different?

"Wilk was thirteen now. At the same age, who was the head of the mercenary regiment or who formed the Voystra's big shield split, who would have the consequences?

I was only twelve when I dropped Castle Rishleaf, I didn't say. Either way, the Jinker En Emperor back then is the leader of the mercenary regiment.

"I see there are a lot of evil pushers."

My father's tone was supposed to make fun of this one, so I made a gibberish.

At the end of the day, I can't deny that it's a situation where my father thinks I'm ambitious.

But you definitely think the former will be a better hero when compared to a boy who swings his sword on the battlefield without being infidel with a view to ending the turmoil and a boy who rots his soybeans and plays and waves his hips in bed......

"... well, it may be a great sword, but it depends on how you throw it. In fact, it's hard to stab."

The aristocratic boy who became a fan of the Jinker En Emperor must have thrown his sword at him once or so and tried to stab him in the ground.

I'm not a fan of anything, but I've tried. I tried several times but never poked around. I don't think I can do it without loose ground like mud.

This was decided in one shot, so I'm sure the Jinker En Emperor was born under such a star. It is destiny, a hero born to be born.

"Ha-ha-ha, that's right.... Don't say it too loud, huh? The story is my mother's story."

My father whispered to me, making only the last part a small voice.

"When I say mother, is it your grandmother Cassia?

"Oh, I guess I needed a left-like anecdote to make Emperor Jinker En a hero. Think about it, if a sword stands easily, isn't that no different than a regular man? If you try, you will happen to find something that you cannot guide, something that feels destined to be a hero here, for the people of the world."

I see, that means guys like me get caught.

He said that some of the anecdotes of Emperor Jinker En were the creations of his grandmother. Some are fully creative or semi-creational that have swelled into a platter.

I also feel that these episodes were described as true in books made in areas unrelated to the Empire. Perhaps my grandmother's creation will continue to be inscribed in the history of the Elo continent as a figure of the Jinker En Emperor.

My grandmother laughed with her belly in the shadow of the grass leaves. Yes.

"Around my preference for reputation, Wilk doesn't resemble my mother. How far ahead are these eyes looking..."

My father kept his face close to me and stared at me. You're probably looking at my eyes, the same silver eyes as my grandmother.

But it wasn't fun poking your old man in the face.

"It's the Voystra Plains. It looked good from Castle Rishleaf."

I've only seen it until the Spierzeik annexation.

... No, because Voystra Plains Unity is quite a feat. In addition to the Qualdenze territory, the complete annexation of the Špiazzek territory will remain in the history of the Elo continent, absolutely.

I believe it is at least at a level where future generations of the Quordenze family principals will be honored as "Lord Cassia, who has achieved the unification of the five Presidents, and Lord Wilk, who has achieved the annexation of the territory of Spiazek, are the ancestors of our Middle Hing".

What if then the Qualdenze family toured to achieve continental unity, and some historical maniacs said, "The one who praises Qualdenze for having achieved continental unity is stupid. I think that the foundations of continental unity were created because of the efforts made by our lord Qualdenze Wilk before that x generation to master the Voystra plain".

"... well, good. So now Wilk is putting Spierzeik's conquest first."

Right now, I was curious, but it wasn't a mistake. Maybe I'll wake up to territorial greed after suppression, I nodded honestly.

"Yes, I'm not thinking of any further expansion"

"I see what you mean."

It seems my father finally believed my words here.

"I wanted to hear your thoughts before I let you meet King Levios tomorrow. … When Wilk now tells me that Quoldenze has made a leap, it is really reminiscent of a further expansion route…"

Be careful what you say and do because you are strongly alerted by other kingdom aristocrats... I thought that kind of och would come with it, but the atmosphere was a little different.

My father looked relieved, discouraged, and speechless.

"... What would have happened if I had answered that I had ambitions for continental domination?

So that's what I asked.

"Come on, guys, I don't see anything."

Good luck, my father says.

"You reprimanded me for what I was dreaming about, or inspired me to be very feathered... I don't know, I don't even feel like giving it a swing of a sword and letting it go into the field"

The word was felt to be a discharge of the mind that would not be adorned.

It is this father who is most perplexed by his son, who has the power of magic to drive away his ancestors and thinkers.

"Then give me a beautiful woman, not a sword."

It's enough to shake your hips.

In an overly frank response, my father laughed out loud.