Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Through the underground passage, we made our escape from the Imperial capital, Nortmarc, and we march northwest all the way.

In no time, he also rendezvous with Kaara, who had made a noise and then fled with flying magic.

Kaara did a great job this time, so I'll have to reward her later, but that's behind me too.

I flaunted it so far, and the royal family is an important pawn to the fist slave Emperor Dyson.

It will certainly take a chase, but it will be safe for now if we can escape to Dunburg, the northwestern fortress where the remnants of the Imperial Army are still alive.

Anyway, it's a fortress protected by 'Hole Bear's' Mintz, so there's no way it can fall so easily.

Now how to get there, the old emperor and his granddaughter decided to join me in a big cage and have me fly on an empty journey.

"Uh, and, Hellman,"

"I don't care if I'm alone. Go ahead."

Hellman doesn't want to ride, no matter what.

Well, it's going to weigh over. The wheelchair of His Majesty the Emperor, if Hellman holds it and runs away, it will likely be a mess.

On foot alone, it is inherently unscrupulous to penetrate the enemy formation, but only to Herman would mean before breakfast. Eight soldiers of the Resistance (Resistance) that came with me are also saying that Hellman will send them to a safe place, so can I leave them to you?

"Twitter, come here, too."

"What, am I going to ride this too?"

"What, you don't like empty journeys"

"No. Um, more like His Majesty the Emperor or Her Royal Highness the Granddaughter."

"Ha, not if you're saying that. That's enough, come on."

"Yikes."

I threw Twitter in the cage when I could hold him.

All she looks like is a village girl knitting her honey-colored glossy hair, and she's disproportionate to a place like this.

When Zitter goes to Hellman, he's a soldier.

She looks small, sneaky, bodily and childish, but if you ask, she must be a twenty-four year old adult woman, so that's about all I want you to know.

Even at a time like this, Zitter only holds strings as important. Really, why have you even followed me to a dangerous battlefield?

Well, you can travel and soothe even the royal family with music.

I'm the one with the kids, the old guy, the little lady. That's where the weight is critical.

"Oracle, do you think I should"

"Yeah, well, we'll figure it out."

Kaala is right after he has finished the Great Magic Battle, but is there enough magic to go with just the flying magic of the native demon clan without using human magic?

I'm running out of gas on the way, and I just want you to spare me the fall accident.

"Dear Father, I think I can go too"

"I don't need to rush, please drive safely."

When the fuzzy cage rose, Twitter screamed again. I'm used to flying, but am I still afraid of flying magic to people in this world?

Old Emperor Conrad is meditating quietly, and his granddaughter Elizabeth lays her hands on the cage and shines her gold and blue heterochromian eyes on the view from the sky. Looks somewhat happy.

I guess it's rarer and more fun to fly than to be scared. Even if you have nothing to say, if you keep your mouth shut, you're a child.

The long night opened and eventually the sun rose across the horizon.

No matter how proud of his monstrous fighting power, Fist King Tyson will not be able to follow him up to the sky. With an opponent like that, it's Theory who doesn't fight on the same mound.

It was Elizabeth, the granddaughter who had been staring at the flowing clouds for a while, but eventually, as I came up with, she turned to me when she paid for her white dress skirt by hand.

"Well, what should I call your name?"

"It's Master Gunner, Your Highness."

Zitter shrugs her sneaky shoulders when she is glared at by the royal grandmother.

You said it was horrible, but Zitter flattened his mouth to the royal conversation. She says she can only play the instrument and has zero fighting power, but only a lot of nerve. Your pride as a court musician may make you do so.

"Well, let me call you a displaced black musketeer (Driff Gunner)"

"That's a fake name."

Oh, this is the first time this kid's set up such a decent scratch.

I'm a little happy because I was seen with pathetic eyes and tended to get through. Or the equivalent of an eight-year-old kid, but this kid is smart.

You properly assume that I have some intention of using frigid symmetry. I was glad to finally find someone who was responsive.

Now, I will not treat this one as a child either, and I will deal with it that way.

"You won't be obliged to answer that"

"Then I'll change the question. Why did Gunner help my grandfather and me?"

So smart, you think there's some kind of political intent for me to lend a hand in rescue, not even the emperor's minister. Or maybe they suspect you're trying to make them do something in return for your help.

Her heart may be broken by the fact that it was used by fist man Emperor Dyson, scattered into tools of politics. It's natural to have doubts.

"What I did was help my martial arts. I am not trying to make His Majesty the Emperor or Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess do anything, and I have no intention of asking for anything in return. If you continue to arrive in Dunburg, I will return you to Your Highness's loyal minister. After that, you just have to do whatever you want."

"Excuse me, could you lift that hood and look me in the eye"

Have you come to show me your face in secret?

I can't help it, my face isn't cracked, so I won't be able to identify myself if I look at it, and I've accomplished my operational purpose anyway, so that's the end of the displaced black musketeer (Driff Gunner).

I lifted my black hood and stared into the golden and blue blue eyes of a girl that reflected in the morning sun.

Perhaps they think I'm a demon because I'm using Kaala and Oracle, and now that I know I'm the same person, sometimes I scare them.

"You have good eyes. I trust you."

"Thanks for that."

You have good eyes, or it's not what an eight-year-old would call a line.

Saying something like what I heard is probably a line I heard somewhere. Sleeping quietly there, maybe imitating Grandpa.

Old Emperor Conrad. Now he's busy, only groaning once in a while, but he's once a hero, a brave man and an emperor, a winner of the Eurasian continent and a shrewd hero.

That's why all their children and granddaughters live like this when they feel it.

To the kingdom of Silesier, I have created a new royal family, not for everyone else either. I think it makes sense to watch this old brave man and his only remaining granddaughter somewhat and observe the end of the line.

At the very least, it should be the stone of the other mountains.

I'm not gonna be like old Emperor Conrad, or anything.

The grandmother, who did not know I was thinking such rudeness, began to say something about what would be good to thank her.

It's a common line for a helped princess, but when she says she's younger than the slave girl at the bottom of us, it just looks like the kid is doing an oral imitation.

Even oral imitation was said to be a reasonably smart child who understood his position and could do what needed to be said and done properly.

"No, I don't need a thank you or anything."

"Well, I was imprisoned in prison by myself, and I have nothing to reward. But sooner or later, the Empire regained its power."

"It's a stop, Your Highness. It's not what kids say."

"Do you call me the only heir to the Empire?"

The granddaughter is a little angry. It's the kid who gets angry when they say he's a kid.

I don't even want to hear what the Empire is like from a young girl's mouth, and I get in trouble the day she tells me to leave it to the Germanic knights. The title of the hand is already in time.

"If you want to thank me, you can say that like a child. I said I helped him with my brother-in-law heart, I didn't help him because I was an emperor and a granddaughter, I helped him because I thought he was a pathetic old man and a child who was badly eyed by a rogue."

"Is that so, is that so?"

What I say must have been a rush for her, the granddaughter is bewildered. Anyway, only a response to ministers and enemies exists in her manual as a granddaughter. He has long hair in his hands so that he can't calm down, and he can't seem to set his mind to it.

Is this what children were taught only to behave as royalty? The roots are wise, but growing up as they are could be a shame. While every other person, the cramping seemed a little pitiful.

"If you're grateful, I haven't heard what you have to say."

"Thank you, thank you..."

As we explore, a grandmother who speaks in thanksgiving.

I hope the kid can't thank you enough, but it was pathetic to think that the word was in such a nasty, nasty position. My house is definitely not going to be like this.

"Kids don't have to be thankful or think in return."

"Really? Thank you."

The grandmother looked out of her mind and sat in a flying cage.

He stares at my grandfather's face, who is still sleeping quietly next door, and then speaks as if he had made up his mind.

"Dear Gunner, please call me Eliza"

"Uh, well. Eliza, then."

Didn't I tell Eliza to be a kid?

I laughed bitterly at the grandmother, who had suddenly shrunk her sense of distance. Even I could be a father one of these days, so I need to be confident.

I just said I'm a granddaughter, I'm just a child in private, and I'm just a grandfather when it comes to the old emperor.

I think it would be easier for Eliza and the others to lose their temper. Let's go with that kind of response. I've done it because I think it's the right thing to do, and I just need to do it again.

Hopefully, my own family should do the same.

If the walls were removed, I could see Dunburg, a robust fortress with square corners of stone, asking little Eliza about potpourri and the imperial capital, some awkward and childish.

Twitter said, "Shall we play one song" or something, but I'll be there by now.

When we flew out of the sky, Dunburg's fortress was in a great panic.

On the thick exterior walls of the fortress street, soldiers with bows unfold and heavily armed infantry with knights and spears emerge from the gate open away.

Well, I can't help it because it's obviously suspicious.

I don't think there was a report yet that we were coming.

"Hmm, looks like you're surrounded"

Eliza said, "disrespectful!" I thought I'd do something like that, but I'm still a kid.

Surrounded by more than a thousand fully armed adults, they atrophied. It's a fine thing to bite your lower lip and just not cry out.

"Uh, I know who you are here. Many fears will be revealed by His Majesty the Emperor Conrad and His Royal Highness the Emperor's Granddaughter Elizabeth. High-headed together, refrain!

When I drank heavily, the soldiers I had surrounded stood purposefully with Zawazawa, retreating two or three steps and yielding.

It's like a epoch, but I know it works for people in this world.

Breaking the soldier's enclosure, Grandpa comes with a cane with a familiar short-haired gray hair, gray beard majesty.

Ruling Fortress Street Dunburg, General Mintz. No, it was either a former general or a well survived one.

"Oh, this is really, Your Majesty. Well done, you're safe..."

Even though he was an old man over sixty years old, Sir Mintz, dressed in a dull and radiant full plate, knelt down on the spot with a seemingly heavy body and made his wrinkled face even more wrinkly, tears from his harrowed and small eyes.

Exactly, when I see this favorite guy pushing and killing groans and kneeling and crying like he's grabbing dirt, I get grumpy too. Mintz is loyal enough to have tried to die on the battlefield at the end of Conrad's time. I guess it's as much as I would have liked to join the rescue army if I had.

It's also this old general who pushes and kills that strong feeling, calmly thinks about the best he can do right now, and wields extraction to protect his absence in the rear.

Mintz Fursten, the only old man that that Dr. Lyle rated as a famous general in the Germanian army who threw up with all the fools.

Mintz got up and turned to me when he lay down and cried.

"So, who's that?"

"Long time no see, General Mintz"

I showed Sir Mintz my face wondering if there was anything else to hide.

He won't tell anyone else if he keeps his mouth shut.

"Ho-ho, this is... what a strange fate. You mean you owe this dying old man something you can't repay again."

The old grey-haired general, who saw my face, wiped his tears and laughed furiously at things like pleasure, signaled me with his hand to lay down his hood again.

I showed Mintz my face, and I guess he's figuring out what it means to be dressed like this. I didn't even need to stop talking.

"Come on, soldiers. Send His Majesty and the hero who saved us to the castle."

With Sir Mintz's lead, we entered a robust castle in Dunburg.