Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

"Well, I have to see Eliza and the others next time."

I go early down the corridor in the rear palace, I'm busy clearing up my concerns.

I put together a marriage story with Louise and the others. Next.

Another concern I have in mind was the resolution of the Germanian conflict, not the determination of the name of the child......

Major General Mintz, who leads the Orthodox Germanic Imperial Army, said he has continued to fight well and has finally come to surround the Imperial capital, Nortmarc.

According to the letter I received early upon my return to Wang Du, "I would love to run for the Old Emperor and his granddaughter with His Excellency the King General".

If we can take the Imperial Nortmarc back from the traitors, the Germanian conflict will be over.

Instead, Mintz has a fusi waiting for us to go.

If we are to re-establish the Orthodox Germanic Empire as a subordinate of the Kingdom of Silesier at the same time as the restoration of the imperial capital Nortmarc, then that would still be better.

And then we have to take Nicolaus, Archbishop of Nortmarc, who is sitting with us when it comes to nursing the old emperor Conrad, and treat the neo-denominations (homotestants) as well. The prestige of the Church of Arthama can only be made more convenient because it will be necessary to restore order. I still have to get that faggot bishop to work.

I don't think carrying Conrad on the floor would be such a burden in itself if he flew through the sky.

But the problem is with Eliza.

Mintz is probably looking to use this as an opportunity to put her granddaughter Elizabeth Germania Germanicus in the reign of the Orthodox Emperor.

Of course it is disrespectful, so I cannot say in Mintz's position what to do with the imperial reign.

Still, Mintz's letter felt the will to make Eliza a nascent flag.

What is more, Mintz, who supports the Orthodox Germanian army, is sixty years old and over seventy years old even to the old emperor Conrad.

It's obvious to everyone that Conrad is old school short.

While the next generation lives, neither I nor I know how the old generals feel about giving up the empire to the next generation to reassure themselves.

Dr. Lyle also suggested that we take this opportunity to reinstate Eliza.

Even from Silesier, I intend to send in a competent cabinet with Dr. Lyle's breath.

That also meant putting an eye on the Orthodox Germanian Empire as a subordinate country, but I guess it also meant assisting Eliza, who is still young, in her governance.

"But he's only an eight-year-old..."

"What is eight years old?"

When I turned around because I heard a voice, Shelley was following me.

"Does Shelly have anything to do with this? Are you playing with Eliza?"

"Your brother's right, I think you're my sister and I'll take care of you."

Shelley keeps hugging me.

"No way, you're not marrying Eliza first, even though we haven't!

"Whoa."

Exactly. That won't be there.

I just said he's only an eight-year-old. If it's true, I wanted you to play innocently with my generation of children.

I thought Eliza, who had been having a hard time breathing in the Imperial Palace, had just returned with a childish smile.

I would never say that the Germanian conflict should last long though. Still, I wanted a little time right now for Eliza.

"Please keep the order. Eliza is right after us."

"Shelley said, who the hell are we?"

"Uh, I'm in trouble when they say that. Because I'm also the second slave girl to come. I prioritized my selling when I was in the House of Lords meeting, but I was wondering if it would be a little hard to get past the seniors of the slave girls."

"At first, like, roll or something"

Lol, the daughter of Dwarf, is still doing a bathroom kiln burning in the rear palace of Wangdu. Lol and his friendly chef Colette are the cooks of the rear palace.

He served Louise and served as my escort, Suzanne and Claudia have even become captain classes of the cavalry of the martial arts, and Viola of Half Nymph makes herbal botanical gardens, fields, and more in the Devil's Mountains.

The other kids are scattered all over the place at various jobs at the Sado Chamber of Commerce, but I thought they would all be doing well.

For various reasons, I also don't think Eliza is the only one who can't live like a child. I need peace to do that.

"For your brother, Mr. Roll is the finest, after all. Strong opponent."

"Strong, what are you fighting for?"

"That's your brother's favorite."

"Lol is a kid, and even if he isn't, he's not even thinking about it, is he?"

Well, even though those kids might come out of a sex affair if they were a little older.

Lol is thirteen...... that was almost fourteen years old. Though I didn't notice because the shape didn't grow at all.

No, it was fifteen adults in this country.

Is it strange to treat children like that? I wonder if Dwarf is developing slowly or something.

"Sometimes it's extra scary because it's natural"

"Yes, sir. I'm going to Eliza's, but will Shelley follow me?"

"I'll accompany you."

That's what got me on my back.

You mean get busy. Well, that's good.

Going as far as the outer leaf outhouse, where Eliza and the others live, you can hear the sounds of Bovon, Bovon and the belly from afar.

"What, Twitter's doing something again"

Speaking of music, there is only court musician Ziter Schaitholt as the only minister of Orthodox Germania here.

Somehow, there's a lot of big barrel-shaped stuff out in the garden of the outer leaf outhouse.

"Brother, is this it?"

"Probably drums."

"Is it a drum, I heard Germanian western peoples use it, but it's the first time I've seen it. It's unusual."

That's right, Shelley's an expert. As we approached, a roll with carpentry tools rolled out of the nearest large barrel.

Rumor has it. If you don't think you can see him, were you playing around here?

"Is this drum made by Roll?"

'Cause I got hit by that one.

Long curly hair with honey color. A little woman with pale brown hazel eyes, with a full grin and a drum bee, is rolling.

From around, it sounds like Bovon, Bovon and Manuke.

The drum is a familiar instrument to me in the Orient, but less developed in the Eurasian continent. In the western part of Germania, it becomes a rare percussion instrument just used for a small part of it.

If you want to make it, the structure is simple because you just stick leather on the wooden frame.

I had some historical facts to use to build momentum on the army march, so I was going to try to make it someday, too, but I didn't think Twitter would get me ahead of me.

It's good to have no trouble exploring new music altogether, but don't let Germanian minister Twitter use my minister on his own.

They're free dumb people, so I know it's useless to say it.

Still, if Twitter hasn't beaten you, where's the sound of this good economic drum coming from?

"Soiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

"Nicolaus! It's you!

Too tense, he stripped off his lavish archbishop clothes and got half-naked. A refreshing sweat splashed on your untrained brachial muscles.

Nicolaus, who wraps a twisted bowl around his head and waves a bee on drums of various sizes, large and small, is just a ghost of drums.

Don't, don't, don't, don't!

"Dear Nicolaus! That's cool!"

The sound of drums attracts wonders and people. The maids in the break were gathered and yellow cheering. Uh, what's cool about this?

Nicolaus, in tune with the audience's cheers, strikes a particularly big drum. Every time it sounds dumb with Bo Bo Bo, Bo Bo Bo.

Nicolaus' drum with too much tension, messy hitting.

Nothing but noise, but we all look like we're having so much fun.

"Saysay, saysay, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah!"

"Yikes, Master Nicolaus!

The maids yellow cheer Nicolaus, a handsome bishop of refreshing silver-edged glasses if you keep quiet.

Is it Arthama's sacrament or the silver light brilliant from Nicolaus's drums, and the audience's enthusiasm is just horrible.

I find it hard to believe from me that the perverted priests of Arthama are revered by the people of the Eurasian continent.

Nicolaus, the only saint on the Eurasian continent and who, if silent, looks like a gentleman, is also very popular with women.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! How are you, Silesier brave!

"Shut up! You... what happened to Conrad's medical care?"

"If you are Your Majesty, Soy!

"You, Soy are too disrespectful toward the Emperor... hey, is it okay for Conrad to get up too"

Conrad, the old emperor sitting on the edge of the outhouse, was laughing with his granddaughter before Nicolaus flew a silver ray in the bee.

Conrad is lean and looks like bone and skin, but sits properly. He said he couldn't get up from the hospital bed until this time.

"Hey, hey, what do you say, Silesier brave man? My sacred therapeutics. Soy!"

"Nicolaus, you're amazing. I'm gonna rate you, so put the bee down and stop Soy!

Nicolaus, a user of all-light healing and one of the leading sacred therapeutic experts (authorisations) in the Eurasian continent, seems to have successfully treated Conrad.

Now, the old emperor's trip to Germania doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Seriously though, I'm still not allowed to predict. Even if the wounded body is healed by the forced battle, there's nothing I can do or do about the life expectancy of the person Arthama has set."

"Nicolaus, you better be kidding me..."

It's also tight to be told such cynical stories.

After all, I can't resist my heavenly destiny. Nicolaus says Emperor Conrad's life isn't long.

"Emperor Conrad, can I get up"

"Um, young brave man of Silesier. I took care of all my granddaughters. I guess the time is approaching to return to Germania. You're old and short, but you have to do your job."

Konrad said so with a clear voice.

Looks like we already know what's going on.

"I'm talking about Eliza. Can't I just let you stay here a little longer?"

When I said that, Conrad smiled deeply.

It was a face that we all knew. On behalf of Conrad, Eliza answers.

"Dear Takel, I'm fine. Back in my country, I... No, I will serve as a successor to the Germanics."

"Mr. Eliza, are you leaving?"

From my back, Shelly came down and hugged Eliza.

We seemed to get along sometime.

"Yeah, Shelly, it's pathetic to split up with your sister. Not only that, but here I am very well. It's fun every day, and we're all very, very memorable."

"Mr. Eliza."

Shelly was holding me, and Eliza was crying.

I wonder why. Can't an eight-year-old still live like a child?

"Young valiant of Silesier...... Lord Takel"

Emperor Conrad uttered heavy words as he sighed with Zeizay, staring at his granddaughter, who cried in his arms with Shelley.

"Emperor Conrad, I'm sorry. I can't help it."

"I hope the rest of Heavenly Life is a little longer... but I curse myself. It is heartbreaking that I could not let my young granddaughter do something like a daughter. But I wonder if the new Germanian Imperial Palace will be a better place to live because there are ministers like that."

Is that possibly referring to the half-naked saint Nicolaus beating a drum over there and the music-happy court musician Twitter who hasn't given a second thought?

I just can't honestly snort...

"Well what... I'll do my best to make sure the new Imperial Palace is a good place for Eliza to live."

"Ask for Eliza instead of being old and short"

Emperor Conrad lay his wrinkled hands on mine, to put it that way.

Weak, but still a powerful hand.

"I took that on. But Conrad will live as long as he can and watch Eliza."

"Oh, thank you so much. Thinking about it, the rest of my life was terrible. All I can do is watch the kids fight each other and kill each other. I cursed this self not moving satisfactorily and didn't know how many times I should have died sooner"

It's not me in front of you that floats in its white, cloudy eyes.

Is it more than seventy years of Conrad's life? Ugh, a little wind rushes through the outer leaf outhouse.

"Conrad......"

"But still, at the time of death, I met a new brave man. I could also entrust the last remaining granddaughter and the end of the country. Thank you to Lord Takel and Arthama..."

Conrad said so, closing his eyes quietly.

sloppy, removing the overlapping hands.

"Co...... Conrad, hey!

"Oh, you seem tired and asleep"

I was called out by Nicolaus, half naked from the side. Don't give me a weird laugh.

I know you don't have to tell me, because you don't think I'm dead or anything!

But Conrad's too flagged for a dying pattern.

On the contrary, is it my fault that I feel like I'm going to live longer?