Gang of Yuusha

The night camp was a break to get replenishment, but the replenishment team would not come on time and dinner would be served with stockpiled food.

The members of The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade), led by Leskia, split into several groups and gathered in a fire, surrounding the table with soothing comfort.

There is so much room and peace that I don't think of it as a unit diving into a dungeon.

One line had reached the floor on which the ancient clan rested.

It is equivalent to the third basement floor, but it is also a small room at the end of the line because it is like a maze.

In the indentations that crept through the stone walls were sleeping bodies twisted in the wreckage cloth. The white bone is weathered by a gap wind, which is powdered and hardly fastens the prototype.

Neither did the Grievance Spirit have the strength to remain in this world for thousands of years, nor did even the Spiritual Body turn into dust in years.

On the terrain, several large rocks stretch to the ceiling to be a shield, a place not so bad for rest.

Huh, and Leskia, who yawned, held down her licence.

I pounded Ludfin's shoulder standing on the sentry from behind.

After a simple meal, a big man caught his eye as he went to the tent.

"How's it going?

"No, nothing"

Usual Ludovin is foolishly people-friendly within his peers, but in front of Legion Leader Leskia he was careful enough to stretch his spine and speak respectfully.

There is honesty in dividing up and down relationships.

It supported the long axe and looked like a statue of stone.

It is dominated by fine silver-chain chain mails, with a stuck leather clasp that protects the stronghold. The appearance is large, with suture marks all over the face. Leskia had interpreted him as a functional man, although he was no more than tenth in strength.

"Captain"

"What?"

I ended my greeting because I wasn't going to have any particular conversation, and when I tried to head to the tent I had prepared personally, I rarely heard a voice from behind.

"How can I physically defeat Reis of Holy Attributes?

"Mood"

……

"Sorry, lie. Just kidding. Don't be so convinced. Any opponent has weaknesses. Oh, yeah. There's a way you can do it."

Against Leschia, who closed one eye and leaned her finger against her lips, Rudofin drank his solitary spit and waited.

He was teething about turning demons on others that he couldn't handle.

Knowing the mood, Leskia followed it.

It is also my prerogative as Legion Leader to tease members.

It was also a way of communicating with Reschia's subordination, but I also take care not to be offended because it brightens up for once.

There is also a limit for everyone - we cannot take the means to crush a particulate spirit body with violent pressure, like Leskia's 'trade leg'.

It is also a disadvantage that attribute magic is not advantageous.

Even the Red Devil's Flame Grant (Enchant) doesn't work - most of the enemies in distress are defeated by Reskia and Keelnir.

"Right. Shoji used to do it, but I guess it was" My Spiritual Fight. "After I wet myself with oil, I set it on fire and hug it to Reis as it gets under fire. I don't know what you mean by" Reis is a mental body, so pain transmits ". If you don't put the liquid from the hypothesis in your mouth in advance, you're going to die. Use it when you want to kill yourself."

"… Captain, the warfare of the brave (street bravers) on the corner is not helpful. Master Quick is not like me."

"Did you know?

"Yeah, you're just like Hall Totnakun. Finding prey distorts the corner of the mouth, approaching it with delightful, shivering eyes, and kerring the obstructed in fleshshell warfare"

LUDFIN, who lays low in his eyes, is an adventurer with extensive practical experience.

You look young, but maybe past forty.

Few men admire the strong as those who are fond of martial arts, but they particularly prefer things like hero Tan and adventure theatre.

Leskia has never been relative to the Beast King.

On rare occasions, I have heard that it has descended into the midst of a trivial city.

"Beast King Neh. Formally, but for once, I have a crusade order, too."

"Really?

"If you were the (Guardian) Brave Men (Braver) of the Palace, I think all of them would have been ordered by His Majesty the King. If you take it seriously, you die."

"Again, is it difficult?

Leskia put her arms together and defeated her torso obliquely.

A fine, golden side tail of hair clings to the ground.

I didn't want to be too emotional about the stories of many human braves losing and dying in the past.

Life and death are also designated as state secrets, especially since the (Guardian) Brave Men (Braver) of the Palace are also forces of war in times of disaster in the state.

The fact that nearly twenty people were killed in a hundred years is not a good story to talk about.

"Mm-hmm... that's because it's a kind of demon king. When I was King of the Beast, there seemed to be some anecdotes that I sealed with the Great Magic of Total Leadership, but then it seemed like I wouldn't stop because the Beast Man would be so beefy that it would be a great war"

"Isn't defeating it going to be a great war?

"They say it's their values. Seals and all that are palliative and cowardly. If you've been properly defeated by swords and attack magic, you can't help it, it seems to be done... well, isn't it impossible because we're talking about a disabling kingdom that can't be broken no matter what it takes to lift it up with human power? That looks like a different dimension."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like you to challenge the head of the Mankind delegation."

He showed his fist solidified and was entrusted with ambition by an intentional Ludfin, but Leskia, without hostility or honor, just laughed and flushed.

The relationship between the beast man and the human race cannot be described as full, but it lives in the same city or country.

There are acquaintances, and there are those who are close. Just because you have different looks and customs, it's ridiculous to argue and so on.

It involves heavy decisions to make them leaders and to destroy those who are the object of faith.

"Why don't you ask Shoji if he's gone to kill next time? I think he's going a hundred percent for the bounty because he's crazy and ruinous."

"We look forward to talking about souvenirs. I'm sorry I seem to give you water, but speaking of which, Hall Totnakun is dead. The cause has not been announced, do you know what it is?

"Come on? Looks like you've been a lot of years... well, good night, Rudofin"

"Yeah, good job. Captain."

Saluted, Leskia disappeared into a tent set up by herself.

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Keelnil was falling asleep in the tent and trying to sleep, but couldn't sleep in his head on coarse bedding with no elasticity at all. I don't like the shape of the pillow, and it's slightly chilly in the cave.

I also thought about sleeping with my armor on to get warm, but the hardware was going to hurt and I stopped.

Though I thought about changing watchdogs if my eyes would blind me, I thought it was a selfish imitation because of regularity as a creed, and I couldn't act.

"Capital of the Dead"?

It is also the role of the brave to prevent disasters.

The undead of the sacred attribute was a frown-spitting story, but as a matter of fact it did not pass by spraying holy water on some enemies. It's a particularly troublesome monster if it's a spiritual body.

Flame-based magic came through slightly, but even flames play tightly because they carry holy power.

But is there? Really.

The anomaly of our creator taking sides with the Necromancer.

It is more realistic to be told that the evil gods of the underworld are lending a hand.

Whether life is a Priest or an unclean being, it is normal for God to let go. Why don't we just let it go? I felt like I had a clue there to solve this mystery.

There must be something to mislead God's eyes.

There is truth hidden somewhere. If you go to the deepest part, you'll know why. Even if something nasty was waiting for you, you wouldn't have to face it.

"Huh."

I can hear these and the boots shoeing from the dark.

Illuminated by the ignition's radiation, a figure emerged outside the tent. A curtain opens and a peach-haired woman shows her face when she puts her hand on the sheath of the holy sword placed next to her sleeping bag on guard.

Crazy bitch.

"Mr. Aristia..."

"Good evening. Again, can't the brave man of rupture slumber too? I understand."

All of a sudden I don't know - Keelnil was breathtaking and scared.

Sister but exposed maniac.

Seems like an incarnation of lust and dressed in a dirty monk's coat with slits on both legs, she is indistinguishable from undead for Keelnil.

Something I don't understand is horrible anyway.

"Can I help you dope your dick if you like?

"Mr. Aristia. Um, would you seriously get out of here?

"Oh, was it hard to understand? Dopuru means helping you masturbate. Dopu fluid from the testicles by rubbing the urethra... No, it's an act of semen."

Create a circle with your hands and move it up and down with a shush.

Keelnil's cheeks catch on to his nasty behavior.

"I really, really don't want to... act with anyone other than someone I like."

"But you masturbate, don't you?

This is where they attack me resolutely.

Keelnil is apart from that and this because of his inexperience in life, it was hard to say. Because he had a genuine heart, he also regarded masturbation as treacherous.

The curtain is closed.

If Aristia is only beautiful, she stands out more than every woman there is.

The shade of darkness illuminated her face vividly, the smell of sweet perfume puffed her nasal cavity whether her weakened vision enhanced her sense of smell. The body odor of an elderly woman also thickens.

"Who do you like?

"Love is a secret, Mr. Aristia."

"You're a leg."

"Bubble."

Kiza, even though she flushed it barely, found out in an instant, so Keirnil nearly cried.

I change my mind that I didn't tell anyone and I didn't show that kind of bareback.

Were you framed by a verbal trap?

"Dear Keelnil, the lusty hot gaze staring at your business leg butt...... is something anyone knows. I want to fuck this woman, I want to play, I want to get inside, those human reproductive aspirations are indestructible. It's nature that wants to dopple."

"Excuse me, would you please not profane my innocence and purity?

"Purity? Is that something you can pierce even when you look at this filthy panty of mine?

The clasp on the monk's belt was patted off.

No inner, naked as it should be.

It would not serve to protect you at all, the red string bread was wrapped around your groin.

Plump breasts and a tight waist. Clearly white skin, rather soft hip, was too irritating for Keelnil's blue sexuality.

Blood slips into cheeks and downstream.

"Ugh."

"Dear Keelnil. It's a man's purity and other brittle things. Look at that erect dick. Isn't it a bottle of Bibin entirely"

"Shit, no!

I tried to say it back, but my fingers were gently placed on my lips. The lustrous grin of a woman who craved it.

Soon I get up on my knees and approach them, looking down at the sitting keel nil and whispering in my ear.

"I'll keep it to myself."

"Become, keep it to yourself?

My eyes swim. Her groin was gripped tightly.

The position of the rod is ascertained over his pants, and he is inspired to touch it with a lewd hand to shake his libido. Reason flickers and paralyzes me. Hands are guided, touching the soft woman's chest.

"Yeah, I'll take care of your sister. It's okay. Because I simply want to fill my uterine bag with your children. Because it's nothing to blame or anything, and it's just an overnight pleasure. I'll comfort your painful dick."

I felt something was wrong - but I couldn't judge Keelnil for feeling floated.

Something, I feel warm in the back of my head with my hands turned. Aristia's hands are warm. The hand of the Mother of Mercy.

I was tired of walking, and my heart was at ease when I thought you'd be comforted.

The perfume is slipping into my nostrils. I'm trying to get lost in the colorful incense.

How can you try to respond to such temptations now that you have lived in cleanliness? Is it because Leskia won't look at herself? Do you really think this can be a "guess”?

Why, my will is weakened.

The intoxication burns the cerebromedulla. Yet only the senses are clear.

Though the consciousness is clear, it falls into a dark hole-like naught.

This is going to be bad, I heard voices coming from somewhere, but soon they got far away.

Blessed by its origins, Keelnir was born as a noble class (Gentlemen).

The decision is to become the (Guardian) Brave Man of the Palace (Braver) over the years. He pushes it back that way as long as he wants.

You will walk on a determined path.

It's a glorious path for someone to prepare, walk easy, and be admired.

- I really didn't like it.

Because I feel my heart disappear.

I fear I will cease to be a hero of the people.

Even if we try to help people who are attacked by monsters in other countries, or in other aristocratic dominions, we will not be able to move without the permission of the kingdom - it is the routine of the (Guardian) Brave (Braver) of the palace that such absurdity happens.

Getting paid means serving.

The fact that a position is shaken means that the scope is defined.

Inliberty must be tolerated.

Because we know the future, Keelnir wanted to see another way.

That's why I chose Leskia as my mentor.

She became the (street) brave man on the corner for 10,000 people. It's not a downfall. Able but refused. He looks fine even against his royal life.

Not quite, it's not something you can do.

A large number of servants and mansions will be available, and when it comes to gold and silver treasures and the sweetness of the world, it means turning your back, etc.

Keelnil is not sure he can do the same.

You can't escape the glitch like the yarn of a sticking spider. I also have family expectations. It is also cursed by tradition and family names.

I also think about my position and status.

Selfish self is ugly. Far from the ideal image.

I can't behave like a hero in a story.

That's why I admire noble people like Leskia - I'm in love.

"... hehe..."

My lower abdomen is wrapped in something warm. Someone's head is up and down.

A slick tongue crawls on the meat bars exposed to the protrusion, and a lukewarm saliva is covered.

The glossy hairdresser drips, and every time a woman moves, her hair tips tickle her groin.

How is this happening?

My head was blurred. A pale light is emitted from Aristia's palm. A light of mercy. Well, this is also a "healing effect". Priest's holy light takes away heartache, just as hyppotion stimulates the brain to bring bliss.

"Mr. Aristia... to me it is"

"Make it easier for you too. I will save you."

Wet eyes on demons. A tiny tongue licks the back muscle of the meat rod. A flat hand poked in front of you. Blind by the shaking light. Pure light runoff takes the skin to heal - no scratches to heal - pounding euphoric substances into the brain miso with an overflow effect.

No - you don't understand.

I hate it when it gets easier.

Hard work is salvation.

There's grief and suffering, that's okay.

I want to suffer to remember justice and love. [M] If you stop suffering, it's over.

Throw away your conscience and only think about your interests.

Such is not a brave man.

To live for someone, to clear the way, to receive the divine will of 'fracture'. I was commanded by God to say no to something.

"Huh... it's time for you to have it. I will serve you."

The woman came together and her underwear, in its obscene form, shifted at her fingertips.

My penis swallows all the way through the secret fissures like red pulp. By the time Keelnil snapped, "Ah," it was too late. The virginity I was protecting was lost.

Steamed genitals join each other, slutty hips twirling as they play a juicy water noise.

"Oh, um... ugh... oh, you're well..."

Keelnil vomited as he groaned. A dull and cloudy juice flows into the woman's lower abdomen. It doesn't matter, the split strands are swinging up and down. I know exactly how the shame hill where the hair is being treated is crumbling.

I'm going to tighten the pole up. The weight of the woman is comfortable. My soft ass is hitting my foot and I concentrate my consciousness.

"Huh... yes... that sounds good, Master Keelnil. Well, this is a thank you, so you're not so guilty... ahem... aren't you?

"I... am not"

A shriveled penis was compressed from the roots. The vaginal mouth is tight and closed. The womb of a wet woman is pleasant enough to burn her eyes. Each other's vomiting breath gets rough. Aristia accompanied 'Healing Wind' to her groin.

From the bottom of my stomach, I get swollen fever.

"Ahem... you're getting stiff again. I'll have plenty of your semen. Plenty of dope, huh? I'll drink it all with my mouth below."

Aristia, crotched, put on the soles of her feet and slammed her hips hard. A hard stick is coming and going through a woman's vagina. Every time a soft ass hits, there's a sound of meat crashing into each other. Long, sweaty, peachy hair disturbs.

"Ugh... Shota child's virginity is nice. That crying face is adorable."

Are you crying - are you happy? Is it sad? I didn't know why.

Keelnil did his hand on his cheek and drooled the droplets off his fingertips.

Continuing affair. Repeat, repeat, Keelnil was attacked by drowsiness when he could continue to be ejaculated. Aristia's face disappears. I saw the face of the woman I fell in love with. It was a flash, everything stained white and disappeared.

The next morning.

Keelnil was twitching as he greeted the face of the Silver Light Blade (Torch the Blade) as he was ready to leave. The morning boils in front of the burning fire in a restless mood, and I get depressed.

"Are you all tongue-in-cheek when you drink? Or is it still stored? I'm a wondrous style."

Then, he becomes conscious and turns to his face with his voice.

Hasty Aristia hasn't changed and is sexually harassed by members of the group.

That's the face I'm deciding I didn't have sex with yesterday.

I wasn't even in my bedroom when I woke up in the morning. Even if it meets my eyes, it won't cheer me back. Just a quick glance and you won't be interested anymore.

I held my palm with regret. I'm getting it. She is not serious.

I don't think sexual activity is as serious as I am. It was easy, floating, and easy.

I get the vain feeling that I've been played.

"Keelnil"

"Yes."

Leskia had trouble putting her finger on her forehead with her face. He has a mid waist to match the height of his gaze.

The smell of beautiful blonde hair fluttered, her beautiful face approached and Keelnil wandered away, but her fingers prompted her a little bit by the rock shade.

As I walked, I could see a dark cloud standing in my chest. I feel some bad omen coming from her back. From the look on my face that I didn't feel like riding earlier, I assumed something bad would happen. My lungs are heavy and painful like they put lead in it.

When he came to a place where people's voices could not be reached, Leskia told him.

"You know enough not to be a girl during a dungeon offense, right?

"Ugh..."

I'm finding out - my chest hurts so badly.

A peek around Leskia's face is primitive.

I'm not particularly angry. No disgust either.

Just as a leader, I'm telling you clerically. I'm pointing out minor everyday mistakes.

Why, it was sad.

I'm not asking you to be jealous.

I don't even want you to be mad at me for betrayal, it makes me feel complicated.

"I didn't tell you because I thought it was early, but, well, there's a special case. If you declare you're a couple or a lover, I'll get you out of everyone's tent. Men and women, so you can understand. Then you can tell me, or you can tell Sheila."

Couple - lover?

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm just a victim of being entertained. Perhaps - no, it is so decided.

"Shit, Mr. Leskia. It's not... oh, I... I... I like you, I came yesterday... lighthearted... sooner or later, assuming I get married..."

Disappearing voice.

Needless to say, the timing of the confession sucked.

The keelnil was so stuffed with cutting feathers that he lost his ordinary judgment. As a small ambition, I've thought about turning her into a thing, and I wanted you to watch yourself grow up. I'm sure you'll deserve it. You should get a glorious self.

Then I can stomp it off. You don't have to go back to Wang Du.

I officially joined The Blade of Silver Lights (Torch the Blade) and could walk with you.

- Even trying to regain the irretrievable lapse.

No matter how strong your thoughts are.

It doesn't always go through.

"Yes... apparently I can't be your educator. Some fiancées were decided by your father, weren't they? It's unacceptable that you can overlook the play, but use your eyes on your master."

"No -"

I'm losing my trust.

Arm-wrapped tactical instructor's eyes are colder than ice and snow.

I have the same eyes as when I made a hell of a mistake.

Furthermore, the excuse being made is making the punishment, which should have been light, severely punishable.

"When this offense is over, return to the King's Capital. I'll be there in six months, so I'll decide what to do with you."

"I really like you!

Chasing him rough, he felt terribly miserable.

After I say it, I find myself mocking it in the corner of my mind that it's not convincing.

But there's nothing else you can do.

If you can't make it back, you just have to scream.

Leskia, as an older woman, pitied Keelnil.

Without even knowing that was an insult.

"Trust is not a mouth, it's something that comes from behaving. I'm sure the words now may have come from the heart. But I'm sorry. I can't accept that."

Ugh, oh, and Keelnil groans and retreats.

Reskia broke Keelnil's love affair clearly.

Though the morning of the inferior deeds - I confronted the confession head-on, so Leskia might have been kind as a woman, but the only thing I ever lost sight of.

The other boy is an emotional boy.

This is the inside of the dungeon.

"Uh-oh!

The less stress-resistant keirnil returned his heel and ran out grumpy.

Ring the hardware of silver armor, across the dark, surrounded by rock walls. Leskia flashed on her ass, her figure swallowed by darkness.

Anyway, somewhere - far away.

I wanted to go somewhere where no one else was.