Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Coming into Nant's harbor, looking at the military vessel of the Kingdom of Castilia, Whitebearded veteran Jeffrey Armas shook sideways to exasperate his rich whitebearded face.

And I sighed deeply, deeply and loudly.

It was precisely when your house was in critical condition.

Beginning with the contemporary Gertrude of the first generation of the Burgund family, the sixteenth generation. No, Marquis Pippin is dead, so it's the seventeenth generation at Lord Boltagne.

I wonder if the Burgund family, which lasted more than two hundred and forty years, could crumble here, would be in a hurry and weak.

This old Jeffrey, too, has served the Burgunds for forty years, but this may be his last job.

No, strengthen your will that you should never be weak.

From outside the walls of the city, the King Silesier army will attack, and foreign armies will enter the harbour.

Because of the predicament of inner and outer worries, now that your husband is dead, only deputy Jeffrey can command the defense forces to protect Nant's city.

Dressed in iron armor of dusty epochs, he puts on a scarlet cape as a tentative early general with a treasure sword he has never waved in years.

"Still, it's pitiful. I wonder what Boltagney thinks about drawing troops from other countries into Nant's city."

After the battle-dead Marquis of Pippin, three sons, Boltagne Burgund, should stand as the seventeenth Burgundian owner and lead the army to command the army of the Marquis. But I know I can't say that about this fire.

But when I said it was Boltagne's order and saw one soldier after another descend from a foreign military ship, I felt as if I had been occupied by another country of my hometown.

Whether you lose to the King's army of Silesiers or the army of Castile wins, the Burgunds are dark ahead. In this situation, the position of the deputy, who had to be ordered to fight with all his dying power, was hard. How easy would it be to escape?

"Dear Jeffrey, Castilian generals are here. As a representative of the city of Nant, meet me."

The old deputy laughed bitterly at Deacon Castro's report.

Normally, he is also wearing a tuxedo and clear, now wearing an unfamiliar piece of hard leather armor, with an old iron sword where he has found it from.

"You don't want to live long, Castro. I didn't expect to see the city of Nant surrounded by enemies. The role of general of defense, what would change?

"Dear Jeffrey, What would His Excellency the deputy do with such a thing after serving the Burgunds for a long time? Everyone is awaiting your orders."

Jeffrey shook his rich white beard and laughed bitterly, though it was overbearing to direct a battle that he did not even know would be the last of your territory.

Now that we are in the city of Isoir in the rear, descendants of the Burgund family other than the three Boltagnes have died out, there is no choice in that either.

"Huh...... Depending on what you think, it might have been nice to have Voltagne Fong while you were away. If Fong survives, the bloodstream of the Burgund family will be uninterrupted. However, because of the future of the Marquis, even one soldier in the city of Nant will carry many enemies on the road until they are thoroughly resisting and fighting."

"We also offer you, Dear Jeffrey"

Born badly and mediocre, he was the Boltagne of three boys who tended to be abandoned by the Marquis Pippin, but for old Jeffrey, who raised him more like my son than he did at a young age, he was the cutest young man.

When I say Boy, I can show you that I'm a fine young man already eighteen years old, but for an old Jeffrey without a child, it's like a grandson that doesn't hurt to put it in his eyes.

If you will reward the Burgunds for their many years of grace and die for a lovely young man, there is no need for this old man or anything else.

Old loyalists. Jeffrey the White Beard was ready.

"King Silesier's army, if you want to come, come. Let me show you the last of the Burgunds."

The arrival of the King Silesier Army, the rise of a hostile people. By contrast, Jeffrey, the deputy who keeps Nant's city, wasn't holding hands.

Folks on the enemy's side are all driving them out of Nant's city. Compared to peasants in the region, the citizens and merchants of the city of Nant, who were at the knees of the Burgund family, had many folks who had a sense of beneficence for the Marquis.

When the enemy arrived, few soldiers fled.

Some citizens tried to take part in deputy Jeffrey's tragic defensive battle, where he had good governance in line with popular opinion.

Preparation for a pushing enemy army was going perfectly.

I wouldn't say a year, but I also have enough food reserves to hold up the Cage Castle battle for six months.

"Come on enemy troops...... duh! Why are the monsters in the hall!

Jeffrey, the deputy who had dramatically decided to be ready for grief at Nant's city's deputy mansion, was startled and about to lose his hips.

Because a subrace suddenly appeared strange in Jeffrey's office.

Two black brown dragon horns stick out of her blue semi-long hair. It has thick, sharp nails and blue scales at the tip of the hands and feet, with dragon blue wings and long tails.

Jeffrey nearly lost his hips in that ferocious and horrible form, even though his old outfit was in the shape of a young woman.

"Hey, Levenant. This human being is rude, so kill him, squid?

"General Arre, the unfamiliar have no choice. This is still on your side, so please put your anger away with your broad heart."

Suddenly appearing, toward a strange woman and a suspicious man, Jeffrey yelled at him with a sword screen that just pulled out his hip treasure sword.

"Come on, who are you!

"Even so, we are reinforcements, Your Excellency."

That's what I answer with a clear smile, a long-haired man with silver hair.

Deacon Castro, who knows the circumstances, pushes the fierce Jeffrey aside.

"Dear Jeffrey, please wait. These are Castilian generals!

"Oh, my God, you bakemo"

Jeffrey couldn't tell me until the end, because a dull, glowing silver nail stretched out of a dragon-like woman's finger was coming down her throat.

Though old, Jeffrey is also a knight who sounded quite well when he was younger. I didn't realize you'd miss that for a moment.

I wonder if she thought she was a woman, even if she was smudged with chemicals, and had unconsciously insulted her, so divine that she could not see the movement of her arms at all.

The movement was too agile for Jeffrey to even be allowed to take a reaction. If this woman was willing to kill me, Jeffrey's torso and neck are already crying apart.

At the tip of the tung and nail, Tara bled just because she was poked in the neck.

It is horribly cleavage.

"Did I say something, human?"

"Gu......"

When a long-haired man named Castile's General grinned refreshingly at the pressing air in an instant, he clapped his hands with pampers.

"Don't you know Nant's deputy, she's a dragon maiden (dragon maid). She is a Castilian general and daughter of the dragon queen (Lady of the Lango) of Lango Island on the southern African continent. I mean, speaking of this, it's the blood of a princess of a country."

"This is, excuse me... excuse me"

Finally, Geoffrey apologized, so the dragon maiden (dragon maid) lowered her sharp nails from her throat as she snorted her nose tiny with her hun.

Violent are blue scaled limbs and large dragon horns, wings and tails, and the face and torso are that of a beautiful woman.

Jeffrey doesn't feel anything because he's older now, but it would be poisonous to the young to have clear white skin as opposed to blue-gottled scales, not even that he just wraps a white cloth around an important part of his abundant flesh.

Blue-haired dragon maiden (dragon maid) from the island, in many ways, with an intense presence.

"Hmm, I apologize, I'll forgive you for killing me, Jiji"

"Jiji...... Well, I'm a white beard grandfather."

I can't complain because Jeffrey is the one who pissed me off by saying first that he's a monster just a bucket of stuff, even though I don't know what to say to the deputies of the Allies.

But I was amazed with Dragon Maiden (Dragon Maid). For once, it is in the brackets of mankind as a subrace, but its existence is a gay tale for the people of the Eurasian continent.

Dragon Maiden (Dragon Maid) is an ancient man named Dragon God and a mixed child with a human race are considered his ancestors.

An African continent in the South on an unknown continent. Legend has it that since it is considered a species living on an island that floats off the coast of the Great Desert and for some reason only women are born, they capture the flowing sailors and form children.

"I hope you'll forgive me for the slightest lack of courtesy because I haven't left the island yet."

"That's good, are you?

"Yeah, that's her name. Alle Rango Land. From here on out, it's a slightly different name, though. As you can see from earlier moves, he is a militant using a fist technique passed down to a dragon maiden named Dragon Fist, who is also exactly a thousand warlords a horse."

"Oh, I see."

The long, sagging forehead man narrowed his thin eyes further and bowed aristocratically and splendidly.

In contrast to the array of lawless dragon maidens, they are courteous and just elegant enough to serve the Castilian Royal Palace for a long time.

"I'm late, Nant's deputy Jeffrey. I have been entrusted with this reinforcement along with General Arre, Lebnand Alimer. I'm no match for Dragon Maiden, but I'm pretty strong, too. Even if you look like this, you're a senior magician."

Are you a senior magician and general?

Revnants, wearing golden armor, weave a brown cape from above.

Speaking of magicians, Jeffrey, who just thought it was something he was wearing a robe with a cane, rounds his eyes.

Looks like a lot of disfigured people.

But when it comes to senior magicians, it's exactly a thousand. It is a good thing to say weapons of mass destruction in this world.

"I just assumed the position of general, but it seems that His Majesty the Fildinant has been judged that I am the only one who can be suppressed because, at any rate, the army that leads me is the army"

"The army is the army?

Speaking of which, I feel like the harbor is making more noise.

"Don't worry. We are the strongest army in Castile. The courageous army led by deputy general Sarah, which we are about to attack here now, is the weakest of the three factions of the Royal Silesian army. Where it is weak, it is the consideration of His Majesty the King of the Study to hit the strong..."

"Um, there seems to be some noise, so can I see the harbor?"

Lebnant had a diabolical grin that ripped his mouth off nigga, so Jeffrey freaked.

Perhaps this satanic laugh is the real him, ruined by the refreshing impressions made earlier.

"Of course, Cook...... We'll join you."

What Nant's deputy, Jeffrey, who hastily went to the harbor to see reinforcements, saw was an armed lizard human disembarking from a Galeon ship, just filling the harbor.

All the people in the harbor are frightened.

"What the hell is this..."

"I'm a mercenary of reptiles (Reptilians). Two thousand of them, a thousand soldiers in general, three thousand reinforcements this time."

Reptiles (Reptilians) are lizard humans living in the desert areas of the African continent.

Even humanoid creatures with the same scale are not the same as subracial dragon maidens (dragon maids) made by Arthama and descended from mankind.

If the dragon maiden is a "human with mixed dragon god blood," the reptiles are "unidentified monsters that look like humans but have reptile elements."

The line between man and the carbide, from the general human consciousness like Jeffrey, is absolute.

Even though there are differences between the subraces because of their ethnicity, they can be distinguished as those born from the Virgin of Creation, Arthama, but they cannot be distinguished from the devil tribe.

There is an absolute difference between people and demons as creatures from the beginning.

"Are Reptiles (Reptilians) not Demons"

"Yes, it is, what it is."

Lebnand smiles, scratching his silver forehead.

Jeffrey was furious with the momentum to poke his furious hair into the sky, gripping the pattern of the heirloom's treasure knife.

"Bring the Demons into our city and tell them what it is!

"Agent Jeffrey, you're an old man."

"Oh my God!

"You know Silesier's brave men have demons in the royal palace. If you ask me, the earlier Crown Prince Germania has become a demon king himself? No, I'm surprised, because Castile and I were just about to tailor the demons of the African continent to mercenaries."

Castile is a naval state.

It was necessary to reinforce a weak army to operate on a vast African continent, so what a mercenary it was to negotiate with the Reptiles (Reptilians), the Demons.

Until we welcome the dragon maiden (dragon maid) as our guest general. However, it is beyond the line, according to the common sense of man in the Eurasian continent, who has long repeatedly fought between the devil and man.

I could say that it was a lame idea not to be afraid of Arthama, such as the control and use of a chaotic compound that I didn't even know what I was thinking, by someone who was a goddess child.

"Does Lord Lebnand use abominable demons in human warfare?"

"Right. If we do not control and use the power of the Demon Nation, we can say that the time is coming when we cannot win the war. If you refuse to do so, sit down and bend your knees in front of your enemies, you may do so, but that would be against the will of Lord Boltagne, son of the Marquis of Pippin, who died in battle."

There is no minute gap in General Lebnand's narrative, which is well-reasoned.

When the name of Boltagne is given, old Jeffrey, a loyal minister, cannot be defied.

"Uhn..."

"How do you like it, my lord deputy Jeffrey?"

It was indeed the order of Boltagne, the orphan of the Marquis Pippin, that brought Castilian troops into the city of Nant.

To go against that means that Jeffrey will no longer be a Burgundian minister.

"Aye, okay. Lord Lebnand will do as he pleases, but be good. Except we only defend Nant's city. If so, then it will be on its own."

"Yeah. So, I'm satisfied with this one. No, when my allies attacked me, I got a glimpse of what would happen."

Jeffrey thought he wouldn't really think of that at all when he looked at Levnant's chilling eyes.

The reptile (Leptilian) is also horrible, but the silver-haired man named Levnant, who is this senior magician and general, is far less creepy than that.

I just felt sorry for my helplessness that I could not fight without relying on such a person.

"What's a new era, not a long life at all..."

Old Jeffrey, so crushed, began to prepare for a defensive battle against an imminent enemy.

Those who have unfortunately survived must live up to their responsibilities until the time when they are breathless.