Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Shit...... as it is, Eleonora squeezes my mind and kills me.

He was the king brave Sado Takel who won the World War crotching all over the Eura continent, but was in the biggest crisis with only one princess knight crotching him.

Oh, my God, not if you're making a crappy joke.

Sleeping on a soft silk bed, Eleonora sleeps with a satisfied face after five couples lives as declared. The shiny white cheeks are as beautiful as white magnets, and the lips are as red as roses.

Why are you so fine with all that rambling around on the bed?

Speaking of me, Eleonora was snuffing around and cutting my strength. If I weigh in now, seriously, I'm confident I'm losing five kilos.

'Cause... five times. Five times. It's really five times, not even a joke.

I'll say it gently five times, but that one time is huge, so if it had been shredded five times at every turn... this would die.

Later, niturn. No, I might do my best in one turn. It is a stop to red balls.

Think of it, I could still afford the first five. This five times, the bottom was seen around the third time. Five times nonetheless.

Humans are amazing.

No more! Takel has zero SP! You can go again and again even if you are in that state.

Human vigour found that there was an even bottom of the bottom.

No more squeezing, no more water, but I can still go.

"I didn't want to know, but my bottom..."

My voice is weak after the death fight.

He thought he had to sneak out of the dead (bed) and work out future measures.

"Takel, you look tired."

"Oh, Oracle. Thanks."

There's an oracle out of the luxurious bedroom that's probably for the royal family, offering them waves of milk poured into a glass.

My throat was ragged. Whatever you can drink, I'm goofy.

"Pfft, what is this delicious?"

It was not milk. It is sweeter like more concentrated condensed milk.

So while not persistent, the palate is refreshing and nourishing. Warm is also belly friendly.

Kaara's gonna give it to me. It's good that it's cold, but it's good that it's like this.

I think it has a bit of fruity flavor. Mixed juice or something.

"That's my milk."

"Buha."

"What a waste. Don't throw up."

"No... milk, seriously breast milk?

Why, is your breast milk fruity?

Could it be the fruit hanging on that chest?

No, you're not talking about that.

Without the idea that I drink breast milk, or that I let people drink it, I trembled in surprise.

"Master Oracle is an enchanted succubus. Its breast milk, also known as the 'mother god's ecstasy', is said to be the spirit medicine (nectar) of life that provides the best nutrition and vitality. It's an expensive and rare drink that can't be priced."

Kaara, who is always a gatekeeper outside my room, tells me so.

Drinks...... yeah. It's something that babies drink, so it might be okay for adults to drink it.

"If they say so, maybe they are..."

"I can't do it to my kids, so I can't help but get my milk up. You're a bad tacker for pulling a weasel that doesn't even last long. Don't drink too much extra milk."

Um, is that what milk tends to be?

Oracle, who was growing up to have children in pregnancy, had returned to its original little body as soon as it was born off.

Now, only the breasts are oddly large and conspicuous because they remain developed to milk their children. The Demons really are strange creatures.

Lori Big Tits...... not. Oracle is not, because he is 300 years old in real life, but there is nothing to say about the gap between a face that leaves him young and a body full of motherhood.

Well, what am I thinking?

"Takel, I'm glad you're feeling better, but I don't care if you look at me like that. Well, I said I could use another one, but I need you to wait a little longer. You can't have children while you're breastfeeding them, can you?

"No, no, what are you talking about? I'm not like that..."

When they say that, they become aware of the extra. Slightly, my body is hot.

Apparently it's true that Enchanted Sacubus milk is the best nutritional agent. Kind of weirdly invigorating.

"If you're overzealous, you should split it with Kaala. If that's the way it is, you can beat it for nothing."

"No, wait, wait, I'm not talking about that!

Kaara, blushing blue cheeks with a glossy expression, looks exotic and slightly colorful.

It is good that the SP (precision point) has recovered, but I have trouble even increasing my passion. This hasn't been solved.

"Well, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Eleonora. Because I haven't had a baby yet."

I revealed to Oracle that I was naked in bed.

That's right, she is an expert sex (authoritative) trustworthy and accomplished enchanted sacubus. Oracle counseling is quite informative.

"Takel must have learned about sex at school or something. If you tell Eleonora that all of a sudden she can't do a lot of things right, she can."

"Oracle. If you're confident you can convince me to convince Eleonora, I haven't talked to you since the beginning. With such momentum, I can no longer resist."

Oracle sighed as I strained my chest.

"Don't say it like it's great. I thought you were a little more reliable, but you're still a heck of a bitch."

"No face, please, Oracle."

To be honest, I'm really not sure how I can do this to Eleonora, so I'm gonna hold Oracle's hand, please.

With a hectic husband who can't teach his wife to do so.

I don't know how I feel about a human being who's never actually been blamed by a princess knight. It's really not normal. That's rambling, rambling.

If I stay like this, I'm desperate, too, because my offspring can be depleted.

"So don't say sorry for the man who also became the father of one child... Well, Takel is a Takel, so I can't help it."

"Every time, I'm gonna have a hard time."

Oracle, for some reason, smiled and held me.

"That's what makes me think it's cute, so I'm a bad mother."

"Oracle"

"That's okay, even sweeter on the eagle. I thought there were two babies, so I thought they were cute."

"Well, that's a reliable mother."

I can't stop laughing bitterly because Oracle, who is shorter than me, is going to take care of your mother and spoil me, but apparently motherhood is overflowing.

Though to deliver the weak old emperor Conrad safely, he shouldn't have imitated stripping him from his baby. There, I'm sorry.

In the sense that I could fly, maybe I could have had one of the cages carrying the emperor to the dragon maiden (dragon maid) array.

It's not much different than bracketing it on the back of a Great Fire Dragon (High Salamander) because of its character or because of the messy way it can only fly.

I knew it was hard to get people on board.

This time, I left a message in Kingsville in the name of getting ready for the wedding.

In this regard, Oracle can control flight more quietly than Kaala, making it an indispensable human resource at times like this.

It's just sweet, I just need your help. I wonder what I can give back to Oracle.

"Huh, you could be sweet. I've closed the Dungeon Master for some reason, stuck to the Takel and rubbed it all the way to the kid, but I don't feel so bad about a man relying on me."

"Well, let's get back to the kids as soon as possible. Tell Oracle if there's anything I can do."

Even if the shape is small, that's the real age of 300.

My feelings seem promising.

"Then let's keep Eleonora on the run. She's not a burning woman, but she doesn't seem to make sense. I'll leave it to you, Takel. I hope you get your job done soon."

"Hard work"

I'm heading with Kaala to the Great Hall of Imperial Castle.

Today I plan to meet with Eliza, who became emperor, with diplomatic missions coming from countries that were part of the Germanian Empire.

Takel, wait a minute.

"Is something still going on?"

"You said you'd do anything you could?

"I didn't say anything."

I'll do anything, but I'm trying not to tell you because it's a bad flag.

I don't know what it is, it's unusual for Oracle, and he invited me in a little embarrassed to ear.

"Please, I'll call you when the milk comes up again."

"What, you know what?... Ok."

I didn't expect you to do me that favor, but that's fine with my interpretation. Yeah, maybe that's the job I'm supposed to do again, being a father.

I don't think so, but I don't want to leave it to anyone else.

"It hurts me not to suggest so generously to those of us who have annoyed the Kingdom of Silesier..."

Instead of annoying, this one was attacked. The word swallows to avoid any more wars.

To the moderate proposals put forward by the side of the Kingdom of Silesier, all the diplomatic missions of the countries that were imperial dependencies gathered in the great halls of the imperial capital seem to be stroking their hearts.

Conferences dance. After the end of the conflict in Greater Germania, the international conference held with a view to restoring order in the Eurasian continent goes well.

The former imperial dependencies, the Union of the Hordes, mainly the Duchy of Rankt, the Union of Autonomous Cities of the Swedish Peninsula, the Oriental Three Kingdoms of Lastore, Trania and Gartland. And via the diplomatic envoys of the Union of Pulpolis Urban States of the South together, it is a carriage that, if there is no objection, will take the protocol together.

The restoration of the capital, Nortmarc, by the Orthodox Germanian Empire has almost restored the turmoil within the Germanic Empire.

Both the former Germanian Imperial Army and the new Germanian Imperial Army were settled in a way that yielded to Elizabeth, the young emperor who inherited an orthodox bloodline.

The conflict is over and the remaining problem is the treatment of the former imperial dependencies.

The Union of the Hordes of the Principality of Rankt and the Union of Autonomous Cities of the Swedish Peninsula have already become the Protected Territories of the Kingdom of Silesier.

The Oriental Three Kingdoms, who fought in the Rankt offensive on the side of Dyson's army, seemed worried about what post-war treatment would be taken by Silesier because they lost to this side.

Even though I was able to use the chaos of the empire to return to the kingdom of independence, I seemed wary that the war of aggression by the kingdom of Silesier, which had once been the best power on the Eurasian continent, would begin again, and when I proposed conditional recognition of independence, I was relieved all the kneeling.

"But are you sure this is the right condition?

"Um, Silesier's suggestion of a brave man is about too generous and horrible..."

The proposal that I gave you and Dr. Lyle thought about was a kind of 'free trade agreement'.

It aims to achieve free trade and expand industry and investment by abolishing all tariffs.

"Absolutely. Instead of granting independent coverage, it does not allow any customs duties in the territory. I need you to establish a port for trade to allow me to make this merchant's place of residence. We'll get extra-territorial approval for resident merchants, and we'll get proper security coverage. Allow the State concerned to include a minimum escort only if the security of the resident is not possible."

Removal of tariff autonomy, residence leases in major cities and treaty ports, extraterritorial jurisdiction over resident merchants.

It sounds good when it comes to free trade agreements, but its actually a demand for most-favoured-nation treatment. It can also be a push for an inequality pact.

Eastern countries do not really understand the concept of tariffs. If you want to do it, you can take the profits and dry them up with only high tariffs over here, but I'm not trying to make too much money.

Rather, it is not a rule-of-law state with modern law, so the significance of preventive treatment is significant.

"To that extent, there's no problem..."

"Um, if we can keep our independence. The East tends to lack something and supplies, so we'd rather have a lively deal here."

If the trade is revitalized, we will eventually understand the flavour of free trade as well. Of course, this interest is a priority, but it is also a suggestion that we all be rich.

The East also serves as a jetty against the realm of demons and barbarians, so there are circumstances that make it difficult for us not to maintain a very strong state.

"Yeah, is it tariff abolition..."

The privileged and plenipotentiary ambassador of the Pulpolis Urban State Alliance, an uncle with a skinny chobbing mustache named Alippos, is twisting his neck.

The ambassador in white toga with gold edge decorations seems to show a bit of difficulty against the free trade agreement, unlike the three kingdoms of the East.

When it comes to the original world, Pulpolis, located around Greece, is a gathering of small urban states.

Adrea, a trading nation facing the Inland Sea, has made an unusual proposal to remain in the possession of the Orthodox Germanian Empire, which became the protectorate of the Kingdom of Silesier for post-war processing.

So to speak, it will indirectly be the protectorate of Silesiers.

I could have recognized independence, but it seems foreign policy towards the Anatolian Empire, located around Turkey, on the other side of the Adrea Inland Sea and in the original world, that the Alliance of Propolis Urban States is obsessed with this form.

In the Eurasian continent, the kingdom of Silesier, which has become a strong and proud power, but on the other side of the inland sea it is easier to do so if it is still not famous but a part of the world empire Germania.

On the other hand, it appears to be a little wary of the free trade agreement presented by the Silesier bureaucrats.

The National Alliance of Pulpolis Cities, facing the Adrea Inland Sea, is a culturally advanced country, which also produces artwork in sugar, olive oil and fish soy, and it seems to be a thriving area for trade.

Maybe this uncle is more of a cutter than he looks. Do you understand that losing tariff autonomy is a bad idea?

"We also have an important financial resource for port entry taxes."

"What the hell is that way..."

I don't mind creating a place of residence in the Convention port, but I don't like the fact that I won't be able to take an entry tax. I thought you were an asshole, but I can't help it.

Germania is a patriarchal country, so I can make excuses, but it would be unfair to take taxes from other ships for free only on Silesier ships.

"Well, I wonder if it's possible to adjust to this extent. I'm sure you can convince your alliance. I've hardly ever been to a ship in the Kingdom of Silesier, so keep it good."

"I appreciate that"

From now on, the ships of the Kingdom of Silesier may also be pushed towards the port of Uncle Alippos' country with a little mustache. I'm sorry then. Coordinate well, my Lord Ambassador Plenipotentiary.

Friendly countries are positioned as important business partners, and I don't intend to let them lose money unilaterally, so I think it's okay, but more new deals will also create trouble along with activation.

That would be a story ahead, too.

Well, we exchanged protocols without difficulty and finished the post-war process.

Eliza, who had just ceded the throne of emperor from the hidden old emperor, was just looking at the diplomatic negotiations being conducted by the bureaucrat, dressed in a luxurious empress silk dress, but still sighs rather tired.

Kids are tough just to be jittery.

The golden Imperial Crown, which is Eliza's crown, seems a little too big for a small head.

"Eliza, good day"

"I, no... I was just watching the rest."

"The work of kings and emperors is fine for now. It's a fine job to keep watch under your command."

"Is it? No, that's right..."

I could barely hear the voice because it was all I could do. Empress of the World Empire Germania. It's too heavy for the pressure on a girl who's only eight or nine.

Looks like there's too much force in my little shoulder, so I took off my heavy crown and rubbed my shoulder gently.

"Hey Eliza, you don't have to grow up right now because you're an emperor. Now get any help from the adults around you yet. Conrad or keep it sweet on Twitter."

"Oh, is that all you have left?"

"That's fine. I'm a grown-up now, and I'm sweet as a baby by following that little oracle."

Remember the Oracle that's been feeding me opium, and I'm going to tell such embarrassing stories.

I feel like I'm saying anything to my child, but I'm the only one standing in the same line who can teach the young empress that those who stand on top are usually pitiful too.

You just have to make a big decision when you decide.

Until then, if I keep my elbows up all the time, I'll be exhausted.

"Ugh, is Master Takel a baby? Then maybe I should... have a little kid too. I still have dinner with the diplomatic envoy, but after that, Mr. Takel says he'll show off his newly devised playing methods."

"Well, I'll invite you, too."

"It's an honour, isn't it? I forgot too. Lord Takel's opponent is also a fine emperor's job!

It seems Eliza's nervousness has eased enough to make a joke.

It was also worth exposing the couple to shame.

Eliza accomplished her first official event against the diplomatic missions of the Imperial States without difficulty.

Eliza, still young but wise for her age, boiled the venue with a grand greeting at a dinner party (reception) in the palace.

I was also reassured that this would be okay.

After dinner, I had Twitter's new performance and do in Eliza's room while I was asleep, but that was unusual and interesting.

Eliza was also laughing at that odd way of playing, as the practice of playing strings while drumming everything meant honking a polon polon and lute while donning a drum with a bee lying on the floor and bracketed on her leg.

It is plain awesome to be able to play music firmly, even in such an unscrupulous way.

But I knew the appearance was unusual. The idea is interesting, but this way of playing isn't going to be popular.

If Zitter, a court musician who won't break his own pace anywhere, is on his side, then maybe Eliza won't be stuck breathing in a rugged imperial castle either.

"Will you sleep with me today!

"Yeah. Eliza, if it's good, let me do that. Hey, why is Twitter bringing pillows?"

"Aren't we all having a sleepover today?"

"Which emperor is having a night party? Are you really a court musician who used to work for Imperial Castle?

"Yes, of course, I'm sure of my arm as a musician."

"I found my head unaccompanied by first-rate arms. When you're done for the night, go back to your room."

Yep and for some reason he snorted dissatisfied, and Zitter left with my pillow in his arms.

I'm afraid he's not thinking about his position at all when he comes back to Imperial Castle. I tried putting it together in a good way for Eliza and all, but as for Twitter herself, is it okay, and all that...

"Well, look after Twitter."

"Master Takel, the pillows here are fluffy."

When I left Germania, I couldn't see her for a while, so I decided to sleep in my bed with Eliza.

The Emperor's bedroom is even more luxurious than our guest room. The big bed is enough for even ten people to sleep in.

I told Eliza about my world until she fell asleep.

"So, there's a pillow throwing game."

"Huh..."

"You're sleeping now, Eliza."

That's what I asked, but I haven't heard back.

I fell asleep trying to put my face on my chest already.

"I've had a lot going on today. Good night, Eliza."

"Sue, Sue"

Exactly, you must be tired. Eliza's sleep is deep.

Sleeping in a pleasant way. This way, that innocent face is just a cute little girl.

Nor would Eleonora, just a princess knight, be able to sneak into the bedroom of the Orthodox Germanian Emperor.

Thanks to Eliza, I was able to sleep safely and slowly.