Umi to Kaze no Oukoku

Seventeen Stories Shaw and Three Brothers Improved

Shaw, who quit Lazlow's mansion with these bodies, realized a little that the girl was scared.

"Even though you look like such an angel, Rosina was carnivorous. I wonder what would have happened if Natalie hadn't come to the East Room then..."

It was a show with a pop of red cheeks just imagining it, but it made me horrified to visit Melt's mansion tomorrow.

"Melissa is a carnivore to see. Well, I'm not saying I'm not interested..."

Shaw, his age, was not at all confident in his self-control, so he was afraid to meet Melissa, who was full of charm. I wanted to talk to someone, but it's a tough topic to tell Mia. The troubled Shaw thought that if his brother improved, he would have the same experience.

"Is anybody in Leyte? I know you're never on a voyage, but if I could, it would be easy to ask if Brother Nash or Brother Radic were here..."

I also felt comfortable visiting my brother's improved mansion in the dark clouds, and thought Shaw would be keeping track of everyone's trends if Mia.

"Mia, which older brother is in Leyte? I need to talk to you about something."

Mia wonders what happened to the question as she returns from Lazlow's mansion.

"No, because Prime Minister Flanagan told me to ask my brother to help me improve on the new route and on the landfill wharf. The truth is, I thought your father would order you..."

For once, I've given a compelling reason, but Mia finds something odd.

"Except for Nash and Radic right now, they should be in Leyte. Each of them is sailing on his own ship."

After leaving Mia's room, Shaw is discouraged.

"Uh-huh, I can't believe the two easiest people to talk to are away."

While going home from the palace, Shaw was worried about which brother he was going to talk to, but since all three of them had pushed him from the other side, there was no need to worry.

But Shaw gives up the troublesome consultation when it seems that there is no atmosphere to bring up the topic of the very lower body.

In the outhouse room, Saleem, Karin, and Hassan were waiting for Shaw to return in a syllabic atmosphere.

"What the hell happened to Brother Saleem, Brother Karin, Brother Hassan? I can't believe you're visiting with the three of us."

All three are still stunned by their natural youngest.

Salaam grinned bitterly that Shaw should use his head a little more. I suffer from an understanding of why I think I've come to visit with my unfriendly Karin and Hassan.

Karin recalled that you were the only one we could possibly not get along with.

Hassan sees with irony that Shaw doesn't know if he's smart or stupid. If you're saying this on purpose, genius, but apparently you're serious, so it's incomprehensible to Hassan.

The three of them each had a story to talk about and visited Shaw, but it was difficult to say in front of the other brothers.

"I wanted to celebrate your discovery of a new route."

Saleem, who had not been able to do anything like this, put up a calm excuse, perceiving the purpose for which everyone else had come to visit Shaw.

"That's right! Shaw, let's go get a drink. You're going to be fourteen, too, so I'm going to have to practice going out with a little booze."

"Yeah, well, adults need a banquet date, too."

Shaw was taken to Reite's luxury kiosk to improve his three brothers.

An hour later, the three brothers, Improved, were sick and tired of being heard foolish by Shaw, who was drunk with a glass of booze.

"Who gave Shaw a drink?"

To the great Karin, I was angry that Saleem and Hassan would be you.

"I say I'm good on my own Lara, even my father and Mia... Rosina... is a fraud even though she looks like an angel ~. Yet... I'm meeting Melissa tomorrow ~. My brother. Improvement is... have you ever been nearly attacked by a pardon? I... what should I do... was it good?"

I was sick of the stupidity of being taken as my successor, brothers, but it makes my eyes shine that this hand story seems interesting. Allecore questions to drunk Shaw, ooh - to set off the behavior of a bolder cousin, and the banquet is exhilarating.

"I heard rumors of my sister improving, but the royal woman is horrible. But, Shaw, I envy you a little bit."

"You're an idiot! It's a disgrace not to eat."

"Shaw, maybe not yet..."

The three brothers improve, giggling dammit.

"I thought I had to celebrate with you!

I took him to a luxury whorehouse so he could drag a drunk show. Even when he was drunk, Shaw said something was pink in the atmosphere, warm but grabbed from both sides by Karin and Hassan.

"Brother Saleem, this is..."

I appealed to serious Saleem, but well, they laugh at me.

"You're the best whore in laite, so it's gonna be a good memory"

"Leticia, Saleem, I've got a stakeout."

He was the brothers who escorted Shaw upstairs without knowing why and headed back to their respective mansions.

"Prince Shaw, it's time to wake up..."

"Uh-huh?... where is this place... where?

Shaw hugged the soft duvet and gazed blindly at the woman as beautiful as the dream in front of her.

"Huh? I should have been drinking at the kiosk with my brother last night..."

"Oh, Master Shaw, you've had such a hot night, don't you remember? You're a heartless, unreachable person."

Shaw turned bright red when her beautiful sister, who had just woven thin silk feathers, told her grudges glossy from the morning.

"Um - who are you? Something disrespectful..."

When he thinks his beautiful face is close, Shaw gives a deep kiss like he's never experienced before.

"No disrespect, no disrespect. I haven't slept with Leticia all night."

Confused by the desire inspired by the deep kiss, Shaw's faint memories came back when he heard that his giggling beautiful sister was named Leticia.

"Eh, I had my first experience with Leticia? I don't remember at all... what did I say to Lara, no, I can never say it ~"

Leticia smiles flashly as she looks at Shaw, who turns bright red, turns blue, and looks hundreds of faces.

"Master Shaw, it's okay if we re-compartmentalize."

"Redirect? What! Could it have been nothing?

I laughed, playing Shaw's nose with pins and peach-dyed nails with a puffy, reassuring face, and I would never forget such a disgraced grudge. Shaw realized that if he tried to calm down, he would also stay clothed.

"Sorry, you fell asleep drunk"

To Pecorin and Shaw bowing his head, Leticia remembered her forefinger saying she was so cute, but it was hard - and she rushed home.

"Really, would that be the next king?

Leticia laughed as she lit a long flue of silver, which was going to be an interesting world.

"I'm meeting Melissa face to face. If I'm late, Uncle Melt will stare at me."

Shaw was able to horse his brother improvement, but called Sands when he told the whorehouse general he would pick it up later. She hastily used the bath in the outhouse, and Mia put her face in the room as she was changing her clothes.

"Shaw, did you stay at Saleem's mansion last night?

Shaw almost jumped up with Bikun, but coughed up that there was nothing there and replied yes.

"Uncle Melt, I'm coming to the mansion above you."

Aslan came home and laughed his ass off, wondering where Mia was hiding in the clouds.

"Looks like Saleem, Karin and Hassan beat up Shaw and bought up Letitia, one of Reite's best whores, overnight. Shaw had good brothers. When my brother improved, I would have told the serious Kazim, the great Lazlo, the muscular fool Melt, and not even Roku."

Mia frowned as to whether Shaw had stayed in a whorehouse, albeit luxurious.

"Well, I guess I fell asleep drunk. I don't think so, Leticia. Buy me a seller."

Aslan had a little bit of a mess based on worrying too much about Mia.

"Well, after Leticia, I guess I look like a kitten about Melissa"

Aslan, who had said something swallowing, hoisted from Mia where she had been hiding from yesterday and why she knew Shaw had slept drunk.

"Oh, I forgot to tell Chancellor Flanagan to put Shaw and Lara in line for the Crown Prince's wedding in the Kingdom of Cazaria"

Shaking off the angry Mia that it would be good after that, Aslan rarely made his way to the royal palace office himself.