Sacred Chevalier

The Sacred Knight (Paladin) has one thing in common, although its appearance and ability to express it varies. That is in that they are extremely healthy. They exert extraordinary power on the battlefield, and the amount of food they consume is not unusual. One reason why meals with heroes/saints and general soldiers can be divided is the amount of meals of the saints. For soldiers, meals are one of pleasure. If that amount were different, it could create a sense of injustice. For this reason, the hero (Chevalier) uses a large amount of money supported monthly from the kingdom to procure his own food and fill his stomach.

"Mm-hmm!

Elsa puts her hand on her cheek and offers her vessel as she bites the meat off. The other four are obsessed with the pot in front of them. The smiles of the beauties are healing for men as well as kites. Kate asked for a replacement.

"The cabbage is sweet and delicious. Autumn Sown Onion (Poirot) is awesome too!

On the tripod a large pot of cast iron, which would be enough for ten people to spare, makes a boiling noise. Cook two freshly cooked chickens from the water. First add the wings and take the soup. Then add breast or momo meat. Also add cabbage, powallo, carrots and mushrooms and season with salt and pepper. Wash chicken guts clean. Stick the heart, liver, gizzard, and cartilage evenly into five skewers, shake the salt gently and broil. When cooked properly, give one to each person at a time.

"This expedition made it easier to procure meals thanks to the Gulp Chamber of Commerce. Tell Lord Robert, Lord Ritalia and Lord Borfez I was grateful."

"Mmm... my mom must say this. Because this is also business. Thank you for your purchase."

"Ha-ha-ha..."

In this expedition, all Northern and Loguilla Army replenishments used the Gurup Chamber of Commerce. There is no doubt that that amount of forehead would have moved. More than that, we had a track record of delivering supplies without delay. The Gurup Chamber of Commerce, by name, established itself as the third chamber of commerce within the kingdom.

"Thank you, Lord Ritalia. Especially for getting me this..."

That's what Kate said, adding "washed rice" to a pan that was beautifully missing utensils. Cook to make rice smoke juice. Place in a vessel where the core is slightly tender enough to remain, shake the shredded cheese and pepper.

"Huh... I like this food called rice, too. This pan will suit you better than bread, and you'll feel better in the stomach"

"The other soldiers are soup and bread with meat, right? I don't know. I'm sorry."

"The athletes don't say anything. You can't help but care, can you?

"After-dinner treats, do you have any?

"It was really delicious. It was a treat."

The Holy Knights (Paladins) finished eating and Kate finally started her own meal. It became warm because it was installed from the pan. I thought if there were a few more Saint Knights, I could hire a dedicated cook. Most of all, if my holy knights can stay young and beautiful, this degree is not painful or anything. Instead, like every night, you get the best of pleasure.

"Ahem... Huh..."

Remaining connected in his seat, Elsa leaked a sigh of joy. Gently hold your head squashing against your own chest. A hand turned on my back stroked the edge of my twat and spine.

"Ah."

When your fingers move from back to flank, your senses increase all at once and your back turns back. I can see that the connected part tightens and squeezes. Since I dedicated my "first time," I've been devoured countless times. There are no more untouched places. When I use my knees to go up and down, I hear a noise called Gush Gush. I was so wet in embarrassment.

(So wet...... a pair of athletes, I'm freaking out)

Though I do, I can't stop you from moving up and down. By blaming yourself this way, you immerse yourself in the wrong senses. My hand reached out to my ass so I could support myself going up and down. He dives nuppily into the other hole as it is.

"No... my butt... my butt haha"

The middle finger is inserted to the root and can be worn. You expected that, the hole loosened itself and began to play a new joy similar to excretion. Resisting reluctance, he whispers happily in his ear.

"This is how you like to be blamed and abused, right? Elsa's the pervert."

"It's not, it's not. Atashi, you pervert..."

(More oh, more abuse. I can blame you for words. I don't like it!

A mouth is a back belly, dripping saliva from the edge of the mouth, and the face is dyed with joy. I lay my lips on top and get my chest sucked again. I can see the heat in the fetus swelling hot. Soon they will be pouring in drooling lava and burning from the inside to reach a deep peak. I wanted to taste the delight of the insane flesh, and I moved even more.

There are surprisingly many women who like to be blamed. But most guys mistake it for "just blame it". If you throw up words as you desire, or slap your ass, it becomes just violence. You have to blame them "as you want them to blame you".

"Look, they blame you for the butt, and Elsa's cunt is happy, right? You want me to abuse you more, don't you?

"No...... haha, no! I can't feel it."

"You're getting more flavor, aren't you? Really, you like Elsa's pussy abused. You love Elsa like that, don't you?

"Really? Really, you like it?

"Oh, I love it. Elsa's meat, abused and trolled, tastes great."

"Haha! They're gonna eat us! Atashi, I can't believe Kite ate me again."

By daring to say "meat," not Elsa herself, I'll stir up her mind of abuse. The meat tightens snugly and the meat wraps around the whole area. It tasted great. I can keep putting it out, but I thought I'd bring out a different flavor. Hold down Elsa's cuckoo, which reacts with a pimple.

"Elsa, crawl four"

Make him turn his seventeen-year-old young, healthy ass. Elsa, scorching herself with sensuality just before the summit, has been shaking her ass if she can't stand it.

"Please... eat fast"

"It can't be, Elsa."

Pan.

"Aha."

Slapping her ass, Elsa snorted happily. When I beat him twice or so pampered, the honey is dripping down to his thighs if he can't stand it anymore. Grab your hips and connect slowly from behind. As she broke in to break the strong tight meat, Elsa turned her back upside down.

"Oh... wow no"

Grab the bracketed hips and start moving your hips. I won't hesitate anymore. I ate the ecstasy to my heart's content and was going to pour it in on tap. Four crawling Elsa screams. Turn your hand, eagle to lift your taptape and shaky breasts, and whisper in your ear as you crawl your tongue on your neck.

"Come on, Elsa. Let's stick together. I'll have more tonight."

"Eat it! More, more!

Start moving again. Hips on soft ass meat, sounds good with bread. The horny water overflows and drips with potatoes. Zowazowa and ejaculation come in. The movement becomes more intense. Pleased with a whisper, he adds a thrust at the bottom and opens it all at once. Burning fever ran up the urethra and exploded all at once.

"Ahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Elsa cramped her back and raised her chin to a long scream. The roll keeps blowing lava like a beating dokundokun. Cloudiness that did not fit overflowed from the junction. When you're done letting it go, move your hips a few times and eventually leave. Elsa collapsed lying on her sleeping table. He is at the top and has a happy look on his face. Stand on your knees and bring a roll closer to its face that you don't know decay.

"Not yet. Suck out what's left on the pole."

"Yeah......"

Elsa woke up and scratched up her hair. Open your mouth and swallow your tip as you hang your straight red hair in your ear. Place it in your throat until it's fundamentally tiny, narrow your mouth and slowly raise your head. He stops at the cali part and wears his tipped ware eyes with his tongue. My throat moves cocklessly. But that doesn't end there. Again, my head goes down. Gently rubbing the scrotum, sucking out the residue without leaving a drop. Repeat it about four times, and I'll stroke Elsa's head.

"All right, we're done cleaning. Come on, now I'm gonna eat your ass."

The beautiful red-haired girl, who liked to be abused, cheeked happily to roll.

Kite's personality is basically "strong". I have confidence in my judgment and don't really change my opinion. But it's not arrogant, it's something I should admit to my friend Stefan Lansberg and other classmates. The Holy Knights' parents were treated in a respectful manner, like their own parents. But there is more awe than respect for Elsa's father, Bergarard Faranx. That's why I have a kind of nervousness when I relate.

"The thousand people I lent you returned without missing a single one. I watched it and it looks like I went through quite a fight. That's all, it was worth the loan."

The kites who entered the Great Fortress of Varihardt returned a thousand soldiers there. Werner, who was a deputy secretary, is also here to help. While the kites were spending the night in the city, Werner was finishing his report to Farranks. But Kate herself must make a good report. Kite, who was put through to a room staffed by Phalanx and the Tabernacles, was the best opener and thanked him for lending his soldiers.

"A report from Werner says you imitated my formation. Try it, how was it?

"That was done because it's a 2500 scale. I don't have the confidence to run the Phalanx Shield with 30,000 soldiers like a general."

"Naturally. Impossible, such as commanding 30,000 by yourself. The good middle-sized officers move in judgment of each other, and then if the whole thing doesn't come together, it won't be a" shield ". Conversely, if you bind those officers, you can move 30,000. Different?

"Is it possible?" If asked, it might be possible. Thinking so for a moment, Kate shook her head.

"I'm a 17-year-old hero (Chevalier) apprentice, right? Lack of experience and track record. Soldiers don't follow, and I can't bind officers."

"Nfu...... would be good. If that's what you understand, all you have to do is gain experience and track record. You can't be a general just because you can read a war station, and you can come up with excellent measures. You need" strength as a person "worked out as people rub you and rub you into battle. I have something missing from me. Recognize that now. Well, shall I ask you a few more details? I'm interested to know what you've decided."

That's what he was urged to do, and Kite reported one by one. Report the facts and judgments separately, including judgments during the march, the first battle, increased security in the provincial capital, and what to do when each faction falls apart. Faranx was listening to it in silence. After all the reports, the staff start talking to each other next door. Werner, who is in line, also seemed to decide that it was not necessary to add an explanation. But in the meantime, only Faranx remained silent for a while. Eventually, looking at the pawn on the desk, he slapped the trick and the desk with his finger and opened his mouth.

"… your report is the same as the one from Werner. Indeed, on-the-spot judgment sounds appropriate. But I have one question."

When Faranx said so, he turned his gaze to Guillaume and Kite.

"In the first war, you dare to miss the enemy. Even then, you will see an attitude that is not like yours, with enhanced security in the provincial capital, Meath, and the scene of Sir LeBlanc's battle. In the Kabee Plains ahead, did you shy away from even breaking my word and taking part in the battle on your own? It lacks some persuasion."

………

"You haven't reported anything to me yet. That's why you decided and acted, what the hell? What did you see in this battle?

Kate took Faranx's gaze in silence. The gaze of the Grand General and the young hero intersects. In a few moments, Kate took her gaze off and shifted her gaze to the line of the tabernacles. That's all Faranx guessed.

"Apparently, it's hard to say. It will be good. Everyone, take your seats off. Just me and Kate, let's talk."

The tabernacles looked at each other and went out of the room. Werner seemed to say something, but he silently acted with everyone. The room was pinched with a desk, and it was just the two of us, Faranx and Kite.

"Well, shall I ask? Reason for your decision…"

"My Holy Knight (Paladin), Sasha Grupp, is blessed with a goddess."

Kate started talking about the situation like she gave up.

"Thousand Eyes… The Power to Watch the Future…"

Faranx had a contemplative look on his face as he stroked his chin beard.

"They don't even know if that's a prediction or just a dream, in person. I'm getting a picture of the dream I watched, but I was also unsure what time it was, if it really hit me, and if it was another future I could change. But several previous dreams are in the middle. From that experience, I decided that Sasha's dream could not be ignored and was one of the judging materials in this battle."

"Was that the" defeat of the Royal Army "? I see..."

"It is true that we have been in a passive position. As a result, Sir LeBlanc, not Sir Roglaia, died. Because of this, you can also think of Sasha's dream as" off the hook. "

"It will be quick to draw conclusions beyond the unknown power of your Holy Knight (Paladin). Continuing verification is required. I have two things to say to you."

That's what I said, I put up one finger.

"Even I, who have seen many Holy Knights, is the first to hear the blessing of forecasting the future, etc. If someone else finds out, they don't know what causes it. Your decision to hide her power can be considered wise. Don't keep talking out of it. I promise I won't tell anyone, either."

"Thank you."

Faranx nodded and put up a second one.

"Stop referring to that thousand eyes. In the judgment of war, the most dangerous thing is" presumption. "At the moment, I doubt how far that power can be trusted. You should not overstate that power, even if it is natural to verify the results to understand."

Kate nodded. If it had certainly not been for Sasha's futuristic vision, he might have launched a thorough pursuit in the first war, with the result that subsequent battles and so on would have disappeared. Continuous verification was necessary, but it was dangerous to regard it absolutely.

"Well..."

As I was thinking, Faranx slapped my hand.

"I'm safe, I'm back after my first line. Sir Rogliere has given me a gratuity, and I'm making a fuss tonight."

I felt lighter and naturally grinned.