Sacred Chevalier

"So, which way did you end up?

A flax-haired young man inquired as he drank wine. A beautiful man with dark hair responds.

"Oh... the Altois."

"Miss Juliette? I see. It's a Sir's choice."

The flax haired man, Artur, laughed and dried his drink. The dark-haired man, Oscar Verlaine, imitates it as well.

"Almost equivalent in ability. Both families are neutral and have no problem taking either. If so, the rest of the criteria will be the character and appearance of the person."

"So, did Sir take an appearance? Juliette Altois seems to be popular among neutrals alongside Elfina Roglaia. Sir will be resented?

Arteur meant to make a joke, but the truth is that the joke was half hit. The Baron Altois family is the same neutralist as the Marquis of Roglia, and is neither a Javalist nor a Fairchild. The Rogliers and their lords were intimate with each other, but their daughters of the same age had nowhere to be aware of each other. And it was not that the young nobles of the Neutralists had any objection to the fact that the two most beautiful girls, Elfina and Juliette, were taken by the heroes.

"Actually... my parents told me to turn Miss Elfina."

"Oh, come on... that's..."

Artur panicked. It could be a problem if they ask about it. Oscar shakes his head and laughs.

"Don't worry. I have no idea what I think of Kite. Rather as grateful as I am. Having the backdrop you need to aim for means tension every day."

"Right. No, then. By the way, its chief hall, but everything's headed north. Right?"

"They say it's also a special measure as a college. Rumor has it that he even moved to the Minister of Military Affairs. They're going to use the Northeast Bandit Crusade to test the power of the Holy Knight."

"Seems so. But from what I've heard, the size of a bandit is over 2,000. You can't call Soitz a bandit anymore, can you? The armed forces, or shouldn't they be called the Army?

"I agree. If you're just a bandit, you don't have to bother putting out a saint knight. I'm also anxious to deal with the empire all of a sudden. In that sense, you could call them affordable."

"Oh boy... another step ahead of you"

"Always take the lead and keep walking first. I guess that's why he's the chief."

Praying for Kite's martial arts, the two paired their drinks.

"So, what does your father say?

Flora Fairchild asked for use from home, suppressing the urge to bite her nails.

"Yes, don't worry about this one, the lady is encouraged to study…"

"I don't want to hear that. Nobles who do not participate in this battle should also be offering support for the reconstruction of Parkshire province. This is the first line of heroes (Chevaliers) to be associated with the Fairchild family! Horses or food...... if you prepare something, the Fairchild family will be considered unfaithful!

My voice gets louder. That wasn't impossible either. He was taught beforehand about his appearance in the Northeast, but only set up a muscle against the Fairchild family, and he had not a word against himself.

(Wouldn't you at least like to have a word! We've talked about this many times in the last three months...)

Flora, too, understood the logic. The development of the cannon is in its final stages and there is no need to use Kate's help anymore. As a Fairchild family, you can also pay a few gratuities to make them available. Kate herself, that's what I'm going to do.

But Flora thought it was a shame. Throughout the past three months, I have learned a lot about people (who become one) and intelligence for Kite. Childish intensity, but excellent comprehension, analytics. Even though he's a hero, he can argue with himself about the kingdom's economy. Every aristocrat always wants talent. Flora secretly wanted to invite Kite to the Fairchild family ministry.

When I was thinking, the user opened his mouth a little.

"And one more thing than your lord... that the empire has finally begun to move..."

Flora couldn't stand it and accidentally bit her nails.

A thousand of the kites who had made their way out of the Great Fortress of Varihardt had passed through the Marquis of Roglia and had travelled all the way east. It could not travel so fast because the infantry was central, but it was nonetheless not comparable to other armies.

Kite looks out into the sky as she leaves Rogue Lair territory. It's still early in the evening. But Kate raised her right hand and stopped the march.

"Lord Kite?

Werner was a passenger general, but Kite had an attitude toward the commander. Kate had been rhetorical towards the Tabernacle because she also asked Kate to make her tone normal.

"Put up the tent. Rest here."

Werner gives me a strange look. "The rain is coming," Kate said only one word. And in no time, as Kate put it, it starts to rain. No one is wet because the soldiers are already in the tent.

"Lord Kite, how did you know it was going to rain?

"I originally grew up in a village near Fort Valihardt. Between the ages of thirteen and two years, he trained to become a hero under a former saint named Lilia Shrisp. That's when I learned how to read the weather. If the bottom of the cloud is convex, it is prone to thunderstorms. The wind was cool."

"I see..."

"As soon as it rains, hurry the march. But before I do, I want to make sure. Regarding the tactics and formations that the enemy was taking this time..."

Kate put the pawn on the desk and moved it. I've already heard from Werner, so I don't have to check the details. Re-test everything you hear and tilt your neck.

"Still suspicious."

"Lord Kite, what is suspicious?

The questioned kite answered Werner as if to sort out his thoughts, staring at the pawn.

"Siege Annihilation, Central Breakthrough, Playing, Yang and Surprise, Fire Attacks by Traps, Stone Throwing and Side Attacks... Not a single tactic of the same. It's all falling apart. It's like we're trying in battle."

"I dealt with each battlefield, doesn't that mean?

"I can say for sure that's true, but it's a way of fighting that destroyed two thousand prefectural soldiers that it was recently, for example. Set up a formation on the hill and throw stones at the enemies that the Admiral himself will attack... beautiful in words, but there is an element of betting. For example, what if the enemy comes first with an archer? What if you marched in with your shields in place and with your formations maintained, not your porcupine processes? If I were you, I wouldn't solidify in one place, put fences in every part of the hill, and gradually protect them. So is this side attack. I know you used the terrain to hide well, but Parkshire is a garden for provincial soldiers, isn't it? Not surprisingly, the hills are known to have an affordable hiding place. From a tactical standpoint, he's the work of a first-class staff officer. But it's distorted somewhere. For risking your life, you win dramatically. But I wouldn't risk this if I were an army staff officer..."

"Does that mean the enemy needed such a 'dramatic victory'?

"Right. I just think so. The enemy was originally just a bunch of bandits. I guess we needed those [overwhelming] to put together the people who lived the way we wanted. If so, it needs to be crushed at an early stage. Soldiers who have continued to prevail are chronic, but at the same time gain confidence. And the confidence of such a must-win often shapes the battlefield"

"Are you a soldier who has grown stronger every time you fight? Sure, you're a pain in the ass."

"But it collapses in total with a single loss. They've come together to keep winning. The moment you lose, it disintegrates all at once. It depends on the admiral you're tying up."

Kate then started thinking, whining a little bumpy. I hear words like "it's a matter of who cuts ahead". Werner was beginning to be half awe-inspiring. Is the man in front of you really seventeen years old? Such a question had arisen.

Enter the city half-day to the Count Piana family territory, the assembly point of the Crusaders. Ahead, we must rendezvous with the Rogue Ia army and move. There are not only the Marquis of Roglia, his father, but also the eyes of 10,000 men. It will also be the last night to hold the five Holy Knights as you wish.

"Ahhh... Huh, deep"

One man and five beautiful women had a meat feast, renting one of the city's public baths. She shakes her blonde hair close to white, and a beautiful mature woman raises and lowers her teeth. But the abundant breasts are not shaking. There were young beauties sucking on each side, left and right.

"I can't believe Mr. Claire was such a slut..."

"I heard there's even a college student who gets hurt intentionally because he wants a stipend, but it kind of looks pathetic, doesn't it?

Elfina and Sophia are sucking on the chest and stimulating the tip. Elfina was letting her left hand dive into the junction and abusing Claire's sensitive protrusion.

"No, I'm... haha! Yikes!"

Kite, lying on the floor, groaned unexpectedly at the rubbing meat twist. Snug as a perfect wrap, it prompts ejaculation. I'm not moving at all. Claire was moving her hips at her own pace and devouring her delight. Watching three naked beauties suddenly blocks my vision.

"Caito... this way"

"Stop your hand."

Elsa and Sasha alternate lips. Between the two crotches, his left and right hands were diving in, fingering the moistened garden. Kate starts sending the stimulus again. A whisper begins to leak out of their mouths as soon as possible. Kate knew exactly where to stimulate her and how to please her.

"Shiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Freaking out and Sasha trembling. The same goes for Elsa. Kate ordered the two of them to crawl four times and turn their asses. Dive your middle finger into the butthole above the hiccups and moving garden.

"Haha! Butt, no! Nice one!

Elsa shakes her ass. All five of them have been developed by Kite. In the ritual of lowering the patronage of the goddess, she becomes a whore everywhere, who is to be poured a seed. Proof of this is that the two people who suck Claire's chest seem to envy her.

"Claire, it's time to get out."

"Ahhh... swell up..."

Claire's hips move more intensely. I get the sound of going in and out with Jupo Jupo. Kite was not overwhelmed and threw up all at once as her lower body wished. Lava blows out of the profoundly pricked tip.

"Ahhh!

Claire shook her back as she drowned. erupt three or four degrees and cook ripe meat. When she finally calmed down, Claire withdrew. Lie on your back on the bath floor, dripping potatoes and white lava from between your crotches. He smiled happily and turned his frigid eyes to the ceiling.

"Come on, Sophia's next"

Nominated Sophia sipped when she saw the sleigh bulge roll toward the ceiling.

"I'm not moving, am I? They're coming from Sofia."

"Ugh... really, pervert"

That being said, Sofia's garden wanted to open its mouth with Kupaa and accept a scorching roll with dripping horny water. When you grip a thick, hard thing, your chest hits that heat. Such a dazzling pleasure to forget me. There can't be any woman or anything like that who can resist the temptation. As he filled the entrance with tips, he slowly dropped his hips.

"Ah... ahhh... come in"

"Kuh...... still getting tight"

At first glance, it makes the splendid beauty that looks like a beautiful man a little more rugged and firmly connected to its very roots. Tightened from turtle head to root, as if hung by the all-powerful of meat.

"No, you can't. Kite wants to suffer. Drain your strength."

"Become... Elsa?

Soon Elsa, circling behind Sophia, turned her hand from behind and grabbed a well-shaped breast. My left hand goes down sultry and begins to twist Sophia's sensitive female core.

"Ahhh... no... somthing"

"Sophia, don't resist..."

Sasha starts blaming me from the front. Insert the tongue into the heso and stimulate it. Sophia was bored and weakened in tightness.

"Come on, keep moving. If you want me to seed it, I need Kite to eat it deliciously..."

"Ku... ah... ah..."

Elsa prompts me, and Sophia's cum starts to move up and down. The tightness is still strong, so as soon as I get off guard, I'm going to be crazy to hold it. Soft, ripe meat is followed by fresh meat of bouncy elasticity this time.

"Kate, I'm si..."

Elfina approached me as she moved. I'm going to put my rich breasts on kite's face to overflow. Sweetly chew the lateral milk and suck on the tip. As I sank my fingers into moisture, Elfina leaked her sweet voice. It overlaps my lips and intertwines my tongue. Sophia, on the other hand, was using her knees to raise and lower her chin while being blamed back and forth.

"Higgoo! It's going crazy."

Sasha bit me in the nipple and it seems to have reached it gently. Enjoying the flavor of meat that was well broken and increased in flavor, Elfina crossed over. He sticks his butt out on the tip of his nose and is shaking gently. Sip the dripping honey and wear the butthole with your left hand. Turn your right hand and rub your tapped breasts. The whispers of Elfina and Sophia echo. The wheezing of a stallion is like an ecstasy that makes a stallion expensive. After enjoying Sofia, taste Elsa, Sasha, and Elfina. Elfina must be blamed for taking four. The meat will ripen. After soaking in the water, let the five serve with their breasts and mouths, and let them turn their asses and line up. Let's poke each of them ten times from behind and "taste about" them. Then he holds it in a normal position and ends up tightening it with a butthole. I'll eat every inch of it.

When I was thinking evil, eventually my ejaculation came in. It is still to be served today. Let's let him go inside Sophia.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I can't see it because I'm hiding in Elfina's ass, but the meat tightened. At that moment, I do not hesitate to release it. Sofia's voice of joy continues for a long time. You must be delighted.

"Elsa next."

It seemed that Kite's carnal desire had not yet subsided.

Southwest of Parkshire Prefecture has become Count Piana territory. As for the Count Piana family, the same Javalist as the Marquis of Leblanc, I wanted this crusade to be conducted exclusively by the Javalists. But you have to work with the Fairchilds and the Neutralists more than just being a royal fate.

"Nevertheless, I did not expect to gather so many nobles against two thousand bandits... that Minister of Military Affairs is a troubled thing too. Only me and His Excellency the Marquis will suffice..."

Count Piana's owner, Loronoa Piana, smiled bitterly and waved the subject to the elite nobility of the same faction. The Marquis Jean Leblanc, with the largest territory in the Kingdom's northeastern region, dried his drink without even being particularly interesting.

"I hear the Marquis Roglia family will also participate in this crusade. Rumor has it there are only a thousand soldiers..."

"Humph... he's a stingy guy. Say it's for the people, or something, and they don't even have many servants. What's for the people? You smart bastard who just stores his wealth."

Jean LeBlanc looked like he had chewed up a bitter bug. Even though it's not funny just to be equivalent as the Marquis, William Loguire took Elizabeth, the woman he secretly had in mind, as his wife. Elizabeth refused to invite herself with two letters of "character" when she told him to come to the Leblanc family, which formed the core of the Javalist sect, rather than the Roglaia family and others, who also had no rights just old.

"In the position of the Marquis, there are fewer soldiers than the Counts. For that matter, you have to let them work."

First put him in charge of the front lines and exhaust him thoroughly. Warmly lets William die in battle. Then all that will remain in the Roglia family will be a daughter who has become a holy knight and one boy who has not even grown hair. That's where I become the guardian. I will offend Elizabeth in front of her husband's portrait even though she is still beautiful. I got a dark, humble grin.

The next day, at the assembly point in the Count's territory, the principals of each nobility gathered under the leadership of soldiers. Four thousand for the Marquis Jean Leblanc, one thousand for the Marquis Roglia, two thousand and five hundred for the Count Loronoa Piana, two thousand for the Count Joel Lacroix, one thousand for the Baron Raymond Leconto, five hundred for the Baron Adrian Duma, for a total of eleven thousand. Remarkable among them is still the small number of the Marquis de Roglia houses.

"This is, Lord Marquis of Roglia… a battle on the way, was it exchanged? What, you seem to have very little gesture?

Loronoa Piana says she hates it. William suppressed his anger and grinned bitterly. Jean LeBlanc dared not gaze at William, but spoke to the other nobles.

"It is also unusual for so many principals to gather for a bandit crusade. Each will have its own thoughts, but all to succeed and defeat the undead who ravage His Majesty's kingdom. May we not join forces, noblemen? Well, some of you seem to have forgotten what it's like to be a nobleman."

Though a minority, the other party is the head of the Marquis. This way of saying it was beyond degrees. The same neutral Adrian Duma tried to complain, but William stopped it. Jean LeBlanc snorted with his nose and tried to open his mouth even more, but before that a soldier rushed over.

"I say. A thousand infantry is approaching from the west!

"What? Which nobleman?

"It's a scarlet with a golden thread flag and a hero flag."

(Are you here...)

William did not think, he lay down his face and smiled.