Sacred Chevalier

At the Royal Knights College, a meeting of professors is held every weekend. The purpose is to check the progress of each class, the problems that have arisen, or future events. But this day's meeting was disputed on the subject of one student.

"His attitude is a problem. He looked into the heroes of history, and he said," Why are there no heroes from the royal family? "It could be a crime of disrespect to His Majesty."

"This is also true in the field food preparation classes, which are specialty subjects for heroes. He does the work he would have to do on his own if it were meant to be, shared with a few heroes. If you blame it, you will do so if you are one saint on the battlefield, but in most cases you will be assigned three or more saints. Then it would be more efficient to share the hero and take care of the Holy Knight, when. Damn, I'm only good at excuses, so poor quality (touches)"

"To the extent that we are appropriately out of hand, we also pretend not to look at it, but in his case it is obvious. If you blame that, line up your little reason. This can have a very negative impact on other college students. The other day, he threw a swordsmanship class and was curious. Exactly to blame, what do you think he said?

Leda Factorin, the Dean of the College, sighed at the dissatisfaction coming out of the professors.

Prince Austro Tormakia of the Tormachian Empire, along with his partner, the Holy Knight Isis, had early morning training, a routine. It is a simulated battle using swords and physical skills. Isis is a cheap swordsman without the protection of the goddess. Austro crosses the Isis to each other. When I took a breath, the applause rang. He is Wolfgang Schneider, chief of the Imperial Knights.

"You're going to be fine, Your Highness. It's a brilliant sword twist. Don't forget to be a hero, even in time of war?

"No, this is not training as a hero (Chevalier). Well, it's just a hobby as a crown prince. In the first place, heroes don't need swordsmanship or physical skills."

"Hmm. Why is that?

"Say, for example, that Sir Kei was a hero. What time is it when that lord waves his sword on the battlefield?

"That would be when it's relative to the enemy."

"That's right. Heroes usually await the return of the Holy Knight (Chevalier) in the main battalion. The fact that the hero was opposed to the enemy means that enemy forces have attacked him as far as the main line. I mean, it's a total loss. Not if you're waving a sword or anything."

"I see..."

Schneider nodded, as he was convinced by the words of the enlightened Crown Prince.

"And you make excuses like this. He said we should train our escape legs more than we should train to wave a sword..."

"But little reason is reason again. Doesn't his opinion make sense, too?

Sister Maria raised objections. Very few professors agree with that. Professor Ernest, who teaches military history, also concurred with that opinion.

"Sure, his expression is radical and he doesn't choose words. That would be why he's from the civilian population, but also because he grew up in the countryside. But that opinion is novel and gives others a new view. I don't think his words and actions should be erased to the point of their novelty, even with caution. We're educators."

There is an opinion that it should be disposed of and an opinion to take refuge. As Dean of the College, I have to put both faces up. So Reda came up with a suggestion.

"Why not let them participate in a second grade march training that will take place next month. The importance of the relationship between the Holy Knight (Paladin) and the Hero (Chevalier). And it would be better to teach the whole school year that the crime scene is not reasonable."

"I see. You have a point. Water replenishment and reality are not easy, and the operation must be carried out in them. You'll learn from the experience that sometimes it's impossible to bridge the gap between goals and reality."

"Mm-hmm. There are encounters during the march. Heroes will also know that there are times when they should have swords. I think it's a good idea. Let's move in that direction."

I saw a uniform conclusion when a proposal was made to the satisfaction of both sides. It was decided to train marches in the Alsace Mountains, the southwest of the kingdom and the border with the Kingdom of Russia.

Three months have passed since I enrolled in Knights College. It has become a habit to go to the King's Capital over the weekend. In December, even relatively warm kingdoms begin to feel the cold. Dressed in his jacket, he enters Gloria, a luxury whorehouse. It's warm in the room. Because it boils water with firewood and warms the room by passing a copper tube placed on the wall. The boiling water is used for bathing in each room as is.

"Dylan! Oh... I can't believe I can't wait this long for a month..."

It was Lady Suzanne from a certain Viscount family who hugged me. I'm called "Dylan" in this whorehouse. Not just me, but all the other male prostitutes, they use an alias. Perhaps this Mrs Suzanne is not her real name either. Everything was true only in the union of men and women. The two of us immerse ourselves in a hot tub. Suzanne's between my crotches, and she's about to be held back. Turn your hands behind your back and caress the fruit that is well fruited.

"I really want to monopolize you every week... but I get jealous when I imagine you have other women"

"You wanted to be offended by me and you put up with it. Were you comforting yourself this past month? Suzanne......"

Sweetly bite your earlobes and crawl your tongue on your neck muscles. I don't kiss. Because the marks on my skin do not disappear for a few days. Even for me, I prefer to crawl my tongue, so there's no problem.

"Yes, yes! I wanted you to fuck me, and I wanted you to poke me from behind! I can't believe he only did it once this past month. And it's only a few minutes away... and I'm not hanging up anymore!

Suzanne seems to like to be brutally offended while being blamed for her words. But do not inflict pain. We must be fully comfortable with it, with a fair amount of blame for guilt and shame. This neighborhood was taught by Nadine, the master of the hall. A creature called a woman is really funny.

"You're doing a really good one, Suzanne... I'll tap this one till morning. You are not the Viscount now. You're just a slave to me. All right?"

"Ahhh... yes. I'm a slave. Your own, pathetic slave used only to ejaculate..."

What kind of sexuality is it? I despise myself, but I'm drunk about it. Regardless, these women won't be the only ones, but poorly proud women are a hassle. It's easier and better to offer yourself gladly.

"Come on, turn around and drop your hips. Let them eat you."

"Eat... eat me up..."

With a trance look on her face, Suzanne dropped her hips and connected with me. There is a pregnancy line in the abdomen. They had three children at the age of twenty-five, but they're not tight.

(And are aristocratic women assholes? I would be busy raising a child, but I leave it to someone else like Nanny to buy a male whore. Even this money would be taxes from the residents......)

Even though I think so in my heart, I dare to move my hips. First about twice, let's get Suzanne crazy. After that, let me wash my jaws and serve them with my mouth and chest. And eat up even more on the bedside. Then let me tell you about your body. The meat tastes good when it gives you pleasure...

The next morning, Suzanne, who had been released five times, returned satisfactorily. As a matter of concern, besides the regular fee, he gives me a piece of gold, a thousand kroner. The next appointment is in three weeks. These good customers must be taken care of. For Suzanne, it's just a play while her husband's back in the realm, but for me it's part of the study and research. Study is about the structure of the female body, and research is about the utility of "guardianship of the goddess".

"For the most part, you're getting used to it. I've got about three good customers, and I think there will be more in the future. At any rate, it's limited to weekends only, and all of our customers are below intermediate aristocracy. Drop the Duchess and you'll get enormous attention..."

Nadine is stroking my head. About two hours after the guests left, I was taking classes from Nadine. It is about how to please a woman. When I asked for this, Nadine was surprised, and laughed and took it on. Seems impossible with other men. Mostly they say it's the male whore who loses his hips and tries to get some rest.

"Okay? You can't just verbally blame me. Then the woman's heart will be cut off. Sometimes I praise you and admit it. That's good specifics, too. I simply praised her for being beautiful, and the woman is not happy. I like your clothes, makeup and hair. The point is, do you feel the change? I want to be recognized by a stallion. Apply makeup for this purpose, worry about clothes, and devise ideas. Do something a little different than usual. Notice it and praise it. That would make a woman happy and more."

Nadine's story really makes me learn. Heroes support the Holy Knight. It must be supported not only physically, but also mentally. The experience of this male whore will soon come alive. I was so sure.

"Right. You've been staring at each other for another week..."

The Emperor of the Turmakian Empire, Giltania Fiz-Turmakia, leaned back and exhaled. The other generals will arm themselves on the report from Marshal Kardas Grizzler. The war between empire and kingdom, which has lasted for nearly two hundred years, will mean an offensive battle over the Kabachi plain, if polarized. The empires of the North and the kingdoms of the South, almost by mountain ranges, have established borders. From the empire there are the Lisluna Mountains to the southeast and the Librus Mountains to the southwest, each thousands of metres high. A slice of that mountain range is the Kabachi plain. Both countries have built fortifications on this plain, making it a strategic military base. If you drop your opponent's fort, you can also avalanche from it all at once, but it's not easy. The clashes between the two great powers of the West originally started southward on the imperial side, but are now an offensive battle that is being attacked.

"After all, was it not possible in Noias..."

Emperor Giltania had his father's face on. Austro, the Crown Prince and number one successor to the Emperor, has a half-brother brother. That's Noas. My brother, Austro, is a hero (Chevalier) who graduated from the Royal Military College with a chairman, but my brother, Noas, is one way or another, for the Home Secretary.

I have qualities. And this brother, while acting like he's friendly on the outside, is actually a rather sinister relationship. My brother's over-consciousness of my brother is the main cause.

"I thought if I let him go through the battlefield just like Austro, he would change his awareness of Noas' brother..."

It has a sequence of imperial inheritance rights, but still there are few voices that push Noias. Many of them were great nobles and administrators. Austro, on the other hand, is bright in the military and has a strong expectation from military personnel such as Marshal Grizzler, who is in charge of the south, and Chief Schneider Knights.

"Would you like me to present to His Highness the Austro?

To Marshal Grizzler's advance, Ziltania shook her head. Not for military reasons, but for family reasons. How would it feel if even my brother, who is defiant towards his brother, had his brother wipe his own failures? I had a headache as a father considering that.

"I have to. It's about time the snow flickered. There's only one way out of here."

Civilians nodded in unison at the words of Ziltania. No noticeable results, but no noticeable failures. I thought it would be desirable to put an end to this before spending any more.

"Then we will go into preparation for the retreat. The kingdom side will be quite exhausted too. I don't think there's any pursuit."

With the consent of the Marshal, this day's meeting was settled.

"So, in the end, we're pulling back... it's no use at all."

Austro laughed with his nose. I didn't laugh at my brother's failure. I laughed at this barren war itself. I try to avoid public criticism in front of the military men who are supporting me, but Austro was against the event of war with the kingdom. And when the indoors were to be only the tabernacles of the children, he uttered a great ill word.

"By and large, what's the war for? Whatever you get, move tens of thousands of troops, spend huge amounts of money, and attack all the way to the South. What good is it if you don't look at that strategic gist and just discuss tactics the most about the immediate battlefield!

"Your Highness, suppress your hegemony. Your Highness's thoughts are yours (more), but it is a war that has lasted for two hundred years. If we move the army, we lose jobs like boarding streets and blacksmiths. If you think that moving the military is making their job, then you can't even say it's useless?

Chief of the Tabernacle, Partina Circurie, smiled and said. She was also formerly a Saint Knight (Paladin) candidate and a fellow Austro student, but Austro rather appreciated her brains as a staff officer, persuaded her while in school, and added them to her own children. In response, Austro exhaled deeply and sat in his chair.

"If I take the throne, I will refresh the ranks of the present army. This ridiculous war and all that. Just end it and look to the North and the East. enriching the country by means of industrial promotion and trade. The kingdom is an old state. Shut up, or you'll perish from the inside."

Crown Prince Austro Tormakia excelled among the historical crowns. Its horizons are wide and its nostalgia is deep. The children's bureaucrats had sworn their heartfelt loyalty to him, not as a hero (Chevalier), but as a famous man who would eventually take the throne. But there was an invisible presence in Austro's broad horizons. It is a little further before he learns of its existence.

Claire Roselight was flirting with sensual waves. He sucks on his chest, sips his lower body, and shakes his toes. This is how a man who at first has just asked like a beast these days gives himself pleasure. My uterus hurts. I'll tell him I want to accept a man soon. It was insanely uncut. Men are appreciated for their wet secrets. But it doesn't come in easy.

"Please, already..."

"No, you can't. We need to be proper onedalis..."

It is a word that satisfies a man's desire to conquer. Man thinks of mating as a "meal". I'm waiting for my own flesh to be offered when I give in to comfort. Claire couldn't fight it anymore.

"Please. Eat! Eat me up!

"Yeah. Then don't hesitate, I'll have it"

Zung breaks in all at once. A man's triumph hits the tip and the back. At that moment, Claire cramped her back. I've been held many times already, and this "joy of meat" doesn't change.

"Kuh... yummy... ripe wife isn't bad either, but the meat of the Saint Knight is still the best. Let me eat you till you're full."

When you move your hips, your chest swings back and forth in conjunction with it. I'll grab it with my hands around it. With too much comfort, Claire turned her thin legs around the man's hips. The hand of a man stroking his hips from his chest reminds him of even more comfort.

(No... I can't remember the first time, or the face of the Ano people. I already told this guy......)

Mouthfeel and stare at each other. A man asks.

"Claire, it feels good to be held by me, doesn't it? You want me to keep holding you, don't you?

"Yikes! Feels good! Hold her! I want to be eaten by you, Kate. Ooh!

I felt the fever overflow in my womb. With that, I could also play Claire's pleasure. But a man's success never fades. Many times in the future, I guess I'll feel this fever. Claire was delighted with her appearance.

"Marching training?

I'm letting Claire clean my stuff three times with her mouth. Claire, who resisted that much in the beginning, but lately it also disappeared and honestly made me eat that beauty meat. My "sex life" has finally stabilized, along with my weekend of male prostitution work. He releases his mouth and explains it as he licks it. Apparently training in the Alsace Mountains.

"I see. The goal is to give you a real experience..."

Make him serve with his chest. I thought looking at the ceiling. The topography of the Alsace Mountains will be known by examining it in the King's Capital. I might get a map, too. More than marching training, I have to work as a hero. We also need to check the drinking areas and food supplies. The water is tense. If you can procure locally, you've never been over it.

(If we do well, we might be able to eat the Holy Knight (Paladin) candidate)

I'm getting more comfortable. The fourth time I decided to let it go, I stopped thinking.