Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

"Does this mean we lose the war?"

Within nine thousand and five hundred regional noble armies surrounding Dot Castle, three thousand of the conscripts fell back to the enemy side.

Calming that confusion, the army disintegrated once and for all when two thousand enemy reinforcements arrived shortly after dropping the castle and sieged them and began firing at Pippin's army.

Afterwards, Marquis Pippin lost second to the loss, even though there was the activity of mercenary regiment leader Zephyransas, who painstakingly escaped the siege.

Five hundred knights of the noble army, who were side-by-side to protect Pippin, were slain or not, enough to leave a dozen horsemen behind.

Wherever you flee, there are enemies all around you.

The news that the regional noble army had lost soon echoed throughout southern territory.

They have bounty money on the neck of senior knights and aristocrats who were lords, starting with the Marquis Pippin.

They say if we catch Pippin, or kill him and take his neck, it's 300 gold coins. A folk who has ruled so far, calling it a fallen knight hunt, is attacked by a lord.

What a pity, there is no duty to nobility that has ever protected its inhabitants?

Speaking of which, Pippin's voice does not reach the inhabitants. With a sword, we just have to open the way out.

"Half an elf is not the queen!

I guess this turmoil was neither benevolent nor loyal.

If the top gets messy, the bottom gets messy too.

Born in a Pacific world that spanned more than two hundred and forty years, I couldn't bear to think that the turmoil in the country would end up doing nothing, even though it stood as a good opportunity to stretch the Burgunds. What can I say to your ancestors and open them?

You have to live, you have to survive at all costs.

"Something you can do to the lower bitch!

Pippin broke off the spear that the peasants would pierce by waving his sword himself and bounced off the bow that the hunter would shoot at.

No way, Marquis. I never thought I'd be fighting in person. Still, I had the thought that we, who had built up our workouts as knights, would lose to the lower people.

If you stop the horse's leg even for a moment, you will be caught up by the main army of enemies who will set up the chase.

A little later, through these woods, it's the city of Otan.

A knight who protects himself will be taken away with one horse and another, but if he can escape to the city of his allies, it will help him.

That's right, we're going to rebuild our posture in the rear and start over. Sandwiched by Castilia and Germania, the royal power will weaken sooner or later. There will always be another opportunity for counter-attacks.

That's when I was.

"Josephine......"

The Marquis Pippin's vision on the horse collapsed and stained red in front of his eyes.

It just so happens that a deviant arrow hit Pippin's jaw and went straight down. A speared peasant militia arrives at the base of a pippin who fell on his back after being forcefully slammed to the ground.

The moment of death.

In the stretched time, after his own death, Pippin wondered what would happen to the Union of Southern Nobility.

Would my sons have survived?

Compared to the ambitious pippin ', we got all the trinkets. If only one or two men who were still talented survived, but only three ordinary men who died and left behind, the territory would be preserved. The Burgunds are crumbling.

No matter who stands to succeed, the defeated Burgund family will no longer take the lead in the Union of Southern Nobility.

Perhaps Josephine Ajene Aquitaine, Mistress of Pippin and Countess of Ajene, will command the Union of Southern Lords together.

But with that woman's power alone, I can't hold out.

The realm, the dreams, this love, it all ends with your death.

To its heart, I thought of the luscious Josephine nudity and snapped, "… I want to hold you again" was the last word of the Marquis Pippin.

The remains of the regional aristocrats, beginning with the Marquis of Pippin, were delivered straight to the deputy general Sarah of Dot Castle.

The bounty awarded was said to have been used by war-torn villagers to safely cross the winter.

The city of Isoir, home of the Union of Southern Lords.

Just in the heart of the southern region of the Kingdom of Silesier, there is a small city of Isoir, the territory of the Baron Isoir of the prestigious aristocratic Blanc family that draws the blood of the founding king Renth.

And there is the Marquis Nant territory of the Burgund family to the west and the Aquitaine Count Agene territory to the east so as to surround that small territory.

In the first place, the Blanc family, which governs the south, is a division placed in case the orthodox blood muscles of the Kingdom of Silesier in the north are interrupted.

And to protect that Blanc family, there were the Burgunds and the Aquitaines, the patriarchs of the heavy ministers, whose power was reversed over the ages, and now the Blancs were only nominal rulers, whose real power lay with the Burgunds and the Aquitaines.

It was the Countess Josephine Ajene Aquitaine of the Aquitaine family that the Marquis Pippin of the Burgund family now holds the real power of the Southern nobility after his defeat.

Count Agene High End is born sick and unable to get up from his bedroom either. The Aquitaine family was to be held in the hands of the luscious Countess Josephine, nicknamed both Fox and Poisonous.

There is a way for her to be scorned with a fox woman, mixed with the blood of a fox-type beast man, with beast ears and small tails. In the prestigious aristocratic society of Silesier, where the pure human race is valued, it was quite a negative that she is a semi-beast (animal half).

Josephine, who became the high-end mistress of Silesier's southern region, the Earl of Agene, who owns the right half, and the prestigious aristocratic Aquitaine family, openly poisoned Uncle Highend's wife at the time and raised her to Lady.

Then he also tailored the stubborn pureblood Marquis Pippin to his own collaborators with his slutty sexual moves.

Exactly, she is a Dutchwoman who deserves to be called a fox woman.

"Yes, he's dead."

Josephine only said so when she heard that the Marquis Pippin, who was his mistress, had been defeated.

I'm worried, I'm just looking out the window with cool black eyes with a cheek wand on my chill jaw. Having informed Josephine of the death of his father, the three boys of the Marquis of Pippin, Boltagne Burgundo, saw the unsatisfactory condition and decided to interpret favourably that this might be the way this woman grieved.

Sitting on the little throne of Isoir Castle is the twelve-year-old Ma Lu Eyebrow boy.

He is still an eighteen-year-old young knight, even for Boltagne, the last survivor of the Burgund family.

It is only natural that the mediocre Boltagne should rely on the luscious Josephine, ten years older than himself.

Though a woman, Countess Agene is a schemer so good at the number of manoeuvres that she is nicknamed Fox Woman.

"Dead, not, Countess Agene, what are you going to do?"

"Hey, good for you."

"Did they say it was good now!

"That's right, that's good. Now you're the next Marquis Nant."

Josephine touched Voltagne's cheek with or hands when she smiled.

Boltagne, who should have been saddened by his father's death, feels hoarse as if even magic had befallen him.

He's wearing a black silk dress with a big open chest, and if he's a man, his eyes will go to that fuzzy chest.

Smelly beauty and a beautiful line of body by the artistic. White skin with young, tense skin, large busts and hips, but the waist is likely to break if only thin and strong.

The colored incense of a woman like Josephine was poisonous to an eighteen-year-old young man.

Still, once, Boltagne jumped Josephine's hand.

"I don't think my father is dead, good or anything!

Oh, yeah.

Josephine falls back like she's lost interest. When I sat down on the couch, I poured toctok and water into the glass from the water drain and drank it.

What a graceful and luscious thing to do even though that's just the trick. From his lips as red as blood, when he drinks up a glass of water, as his throat moves, Boltagne also swallows gokuri and spit.

Boltagne hasn't noticed that she can't take her eyes off her already.

Boltagne, who was as hokey as he had dreamed, when he noticed hah and shook his face to the side, asks.

"Countess Agene, if you are relaxed! The enemy has already attacked Marquis Nanto territory over Baron Dot territory, saying he's already come to the city of Autan. As it is, Nant's harbor doesn't know when even this Isoir will have enemies!

"Huh."

When Josephine laughed when she saw it, even though Boltagne was heavily elevated, she put the cup on her desk making a noise with Cottori.

Even though it's a small sound, it sounds a lot somehow.

"If you're laughing!

"Hey, let's call reinforcements from the Kingdom of Castile"

"So you're letting in a foreign army?"

"Yes, it's going to take too long from land, so we're going to have to land them off Nant's harbor."

Boltagne's father said that's not all we should do to keep our independence.

Even if he had already died, he would have tried to follow that order in a foolish manner. It is a word like a blue sky thunderbolt to Boltagne.

"You can't let that happen"

"Then what are you gonna do, keep this up, or you're gonna lose your own Marquis Nant territory?"

"It's..."

Even if the city of Otan in the northern part of Nant territory falls, there are still as many troops left to defend in its southern parts as Vienne, Castle and the port of Nant.

Also, the mercenary regiment hired by his father is still alive and fighting his retreat to discipline, so on top of that, Boltagne heads out as a general, as part of the Blood Muscle of the Burgund family, and now he fights his enemies once.

That's what I wanted to say, but the young knight Boltagne couldn't say anything anymore.

Josephine stands up and stares at Boltagne in the upper hand.

That alone, Boltagne was overwhelmed and took his breath with Gokuri. Black, deep eyes, like being sucked in.

"I've already written a letter to Castile asking for help. Our master, the Orthodox King of Bonjour, has also been signed. And with your permission, I can call you right away. Hey, I wonder what His Excellency Marquis Boltagne will do."

"It's the"

"If you like, shake your head vertically"

Josephine shows Boltagne the script and embraces the young man's body as it is around him.

On the boneless cheeks of Boltagne, he placed a soft, white cheek.

Her abundant breasts are squashed munchkins with the breasts of Voltagne.

Bull shook Boltagne's body at what they did.

"Ok, ok! That's the only way..."

To be pushed off, Boltagne shook his neck vertically.

At that moment, Josephine, with her back hand, dropped the letter.

The letter will be picked up by Josephine's maid, who had immediately quietly refrained, and sent to King Castile.

If Josephine had told the Earl of Agnes, his territory, to put in a foreign army, he would have said no.

If you show such weakness, that cunning King Castilian will not know what price to take.

But Nant's harbor is not her territory, so it's not what I found out.

It was only King Bonjour of the Blanc family and Marquis Nant territory who sought rescue.

I have always wanted to enter Nant's harbour, I don't know how far Castilian reinforcements will go, but if Pippin doesn't manage to stop the Royal Silesier Army there more than he lost, Josephine will also be in trouble.

"Honest young man, I have to reward you."

"Countess Agene"

"I'm a half-beast (half) fox woman, but don't you like non-human women?"

"No, I don't care. I don't care."

"Huh, you're so cute. Hey, there's a little tail growing on my ass, you want to see it?

Josephine let him gently give her a black dress skirt, as she asked her out.

"That, if you can show me...... no, do it! Mrs. Agene. That's a lot. Not at all."

Josephine slowly crawls her delicate fingertips around Boltagne's neck.

He didn't think, gobbling his throat.

"Would you call me Josephine when we were two, not Mrs.?

"Oh......"

Josephine gently pulled Boltagne's hand and took him straight to the bedroom.

No longer was he young, until Josephine did.