Sacred Chevalier

Little information has been left on Ilham Sinan before the unrest in Parkshire. Where he was born and how he grew up, nowhere leaves the realm of hypothesis. Due to the large number of surnames "Sinan" in the central part of the continent, it is believed that they come from the "Kingdom of Rasheed", far east of the Kingdom of Saint Fersis, or around the "Kingdom of Idafeld" in its northern part.

The Continental Central Region has its own culture of "Mushraan culture" mixed with influences not only from the East and West, but also from the North of the Continent, portrayed as another god about the goddess Welos. The Holy Knight (Paladin) is called the "War Maiden (Valkyrie)" and the Hero (Chevalier) is called the "Vorva" and is treated as a religious being. The myth remains that the War Maiden (Valkyrie) emerged and inflicted divine punishment on both countries in order to stop the war between the Rasheed and Idafeld kingdoms, but this is the difference between the treatment of the Holy Knight (Paladin) and the War Maiden (Valkyrie). In Muslaran culture, the Battle Maiden (Valkyrie) was worshipped as a "god of war" by soldiers going to the battlefield. For this reason, the Battle Maiden (Valkyrie) rarely left the battlefield herself, and in order to be put on the battlefield, kings and clerics had to ask the Witch (Volva) to summon (...) the Battle Maiden (Valkyrie) with a prayer ritual (...).

These differences are considered religious differences. In Wellos, methods had been established to identify the qualities of the Holy Knight (Paladin) and the Hero (Chevalier), but in Musranism, which extended to the central part of the continent, it was forbidden to artificially search for the Maiden of War (Valkyrie). Coincidentally, it is quite unlikely that a "number" will be born, which is why it was treated differently from the West.

The old man asked funny with his moustache at his fingertips.

"It's Sinan. What's not the most important thing in war?

"Hi, accurate information on enemy allies. Without it, there will be no fighting."

Answering that, the man laughed funny and shook his head.

"That's from the first battlefield. He said," In war, "right?

Again, I can ask. I used to be asked the same question. What time would that have been? War is what involves the whole country. It is the killing of nations and nations, which have done all that is in each other's power. There are various variables such as economic, demographic and political systems such as property power. But there's only one way to limit it to "most important."

"That's why we're at war… i.e." Daiyi ""

The man grinned nicely. The area turned bright white and eventually another view. The desolate plains are shaking. Apparently, he had rowed a boat on his horse. Exhale and hold your eyelids.

"Lord Sinan, you will soon enter the realm of the Lucian tribe. Be vigilant."

The man of the escort called out and responded with his hands raised with his eyelids contained. Already in the northwest realm of Ursu Taiji. To the west lies the Lisluna Mountains, and forests. From that forest, about ten horsemen showed up. Horses and people are big. It is wrapped in fur and, at first glance, it also looks like a hunter.

"What, you guys? From here on out is our territory. Leave precious metal or food if you want to get out."

A man with a mustache around his mouth is cloudy and awesome. Will he be over 190 cm tall? The guards were also overwhelmed by its size. But Sinan gently advanced the horse.

"My name is Ilham Sinan. I came as the chief of the Ursu Tainan, in the name of Guran. I want to talk to your chiefs."

"Ilham......"

The men's complexion changed. Surround the Sinans and pull out the sword they were carrying.

"Your head tells me. The guys from the south want us to catch them alive... we'll have them follow us around a lot, okay?

"I'm going to do better than I did. Don't resist, either. Take off your sword, too."

"But Lord Sinan!

But the resistance of the escorts did not last long either. When I get off the horse, I'm tied to the back hand. Sinan remained meditative and irresistible. Just leave a message for the guys you're tying up.

"Tell your chiefs. I brought a no-loss story for both sides. I hope to see you soon."

"Keh! Your head decides whether to see you or not. I don't know what time it is."

"Right. Then let me take a nap."

That's what I said, and I started walking laughing.

The settlements of the Lucian tribe are essentially a gathering of families built of wood and stone. They are a hunting people, but the forests of the northern Lisluna Mountains are also rich in prey and do not need to hunt while travelling. The Sinans were thrown into holes dug at the edge of the settlement, but were quickly sent out only by Sinan.

"So what's a no-loss story for us?

Sinan remained tied up and sat in the middle of a large room. On the left and right walls there is a line of inflexible men and like-minded women. And in front of me was a wonderful beautiful woman sitting with her legs together. He also has rich, wavy yellow-brown hair, white skin like snow, grey eyes and long eyelashes, and neat nostrils and lips. On the other hand, his eyes caught sharp and brilliant eyebrows in a grumpy fashion, and he had the unique "hegemony" of a chief.

But Ilham Sinan strained his chest as he sat down, not even caring about its beauty.

"Say hello first...... my name is Ilham Sinan. He's a chief of staff in the southern part of Ursu Taiwan."

"I know. You swallowed one settlement after another using a clever strategy, didn't you? So, what do you want with the staff?

"... what's your name?

Sinan questioned the other person's name with no expression. The beauty in front of me also becomes faceless. But anger rose from the men and women who stood left and right. Because we used words of equivalence against our own leaders, such as "you". One man put his hand on the pattern of a sword and approached Sinan one step closer. At that moment, a sharp rage was directed at the man.

"Back off! Rude! I am here in the name of the leader (Guran) of the southern part of Ursu Taiwan. This is, so to speak, a discussion between the leaders. This is no place for you guys to shake off!

He yelled sharply, and the man was pressured for a moment. But soon there will be more anger than ever. When I tried to pull out my sword, I heard a voice that was quiet and then had a strong will. The man stood upright at that moment with his back freaking out.

"Keep your heads down..."

"Ha!"

Deeply lower your head and return to the starting position. Sinan turned her face back to the beautiful woman in front of her, with a cool look on her face.

"My name is Camilla Slansky, head of the Lucian tribe."

"Lord Slansky. I came here to talk about a fight together. Against the Royal Army that would invade sooner or later..."

Then Camilla started laughing at the bumps. Let the people around you be low.

"Do you honestly lend a hand to those who set fire to it when they say, 'Let's put out the fire together'?

"If that powder of fire extends to you, first extinguish the fire, then capture the arsonist. I would."

"If that was just a fire, I guess so. But there is no other way to extinguish the fire than to fight against the fire of the invasion of the Royal Army. I just need to catch you and Guran and give them away. So the kingdom retreats."

Sinan shook her head quietly as she took Camilla's sharp eye.

"Unfortunately, you won't be able to make that choice anymore. While they were being taken here, a separate task force passed through this northwestern area and entered the empire. Perhaps tomorrow, you will rush into the imperial deputies nearby. To communicate the situation of the Ursus plateau and to tell the Lucians that they want us to order an interception......"

Pickling a shaped eyebrow, Camilla turned her gaze to one of the men in line. The man waved nervously, diligently.

"I didn't see any of them."

"Naturally. You fell out when you were taking me into the woods. I don't do the kind of hema you'll find."

"Just ourselves... you mean we got caught pretending to be messengers to make us assume so?

"It's only natural to strike a hand in protecting yourself. If you offered me to the kingdom, what would the Empire see? The Lucians are connected to the kingdom... maybe that's what they think?

Camilla put her hand on her chin and thought. Giving the Gulans away to negotiate with the kingdom presupposes that the information on Ursu Taiwan will not be leaked to the Empire. As a subordinate position to the Empire, it is awkward to be exposed to connect with the Kingdom. Then why don't you hang your neck here and leave the negotiations to the Empire? In that case, the Ursus Taipei itself may be seen as connected to the Empire, only calling for further invasion of the Kingdom.

"Where did you offer my neck to the Empire, how serious would the Empire be? The Empire doesn't trust the Lucians, and you very much. So it retains its resilient power in this land. And on the inside, you are dissatisfied with those status quo... no?

"Humph... that's a clever, perky tongue. So, what do we get to help you? It's time I got tired of exploring my belly. Answer frankly."

Sinan narrowed her eyes softly. Slightly lower his voice, then he answered with clarity.

"Independence as a (third force) following kingdom, empire..."

Camilla didn't even wander. But the mouth had a slight grin.

Nine days after leaving the Great Fortress of Varihardt, on June 24, the kites arrived in Istalone, the king's capital. Two months have passed. If it's true, I'd like to go right back to college and hold Lilia and Emmanuel, but I had something to do before that. It is a report to the military. Elfina follows Kite on behalf of the Holy Knight (Paladin).

"This surprised me. My mother looked a lot like you when you were younger."

Rugiandre, the Minister of Military Affairs, visually raped Elfina to lick her with her fat eyes as she stroked her depressed and protruding belly. To that gaze, Elfina also caresses her arms and moves herself by accident. But Kate had a flat face. Because from my last experience, I expected them to come out like this.

"Reports have already arrived. That's the chief hero (Chevalier). He got rid of the thieves brilliantly. I recommended it. I have a high nose too."

Saying so, scratch your nose as round and low as a dough. The trick even looks ridiculous beyond ugliness. But Kite, who sat in the front, was not alarmed. The man in front of you makes you underestimate yourself by making you look that way. And hold onto the stronghold in a pivotal setting and steadily grasp results. Even his ugly appearance is a weapon, a man who has crossed a noble society.

"We were unable to protect the Marquis LeBlanc. The bandits have also missed half. Minimum goals have been reached, but I think we are far from calling it a victory"

Shake your head with a strange look and say so. Lujandle slapped his pom pom and his own belly with a grin, putting a bunch of paperwork on his desk that he had placed beside his bench.

"Sir Lacroix and Sir Luconto say that the Marquis of Roglaia is the first feat, among them the hero (Chevalier) feat. Even with interviews from soldiers, that seems certain. I'm sorry to hear about the loss of Marquis LeBlanc..."

"About that, what is your estimate of what the military will do?

"What do you say?

I don't change my expression and return it with a question to the question. This would also be one of the manifolds of the man in front of you. Kate chose words carefully.

"Hate enemies in the hands of the heavy towns of the kingdom… I thought they would be avenged by mobilizing the central army"

"Hum......"

Lujandor rubbed his nose with Gushigushi. In fact, there is strong pressure from the Javals. Damian Javar, the Duke's son, should be used as a general to move the central army. Rugendle himself hasn't decided what to do. But on this occasion, I was wondering if we could proceed with the reform of the military. On a relatively safe continental route, he becomes a general to the extent that he has done a couple of bandit crusades. Just because he's a duke's man. Lujandor was ungrateful to be brought into the aristocratic society even to the security of the state.

(If it's enough to entrust the army to your stupid son, it's better to still make the young man in front of you a general.... Un? That might be interesting again. What stimulus would arise if I hit this hero (Chevalier) on that lump of aristocracy...)

"It's up for the story, but I haven't decided as a military ministry yet. Even if we move the army, it will be after Sir LeBlanc's funeral. Besides, Lord Chevalier has a ritual. Let's focus on that first, but let's do it right."

I was told the story, but Kite didn't step in. The man with the triple jaw sitting in front of him does not change his tone or expression from start to finish. But it wasn't that I didn't have a clue. Kate asked the question assuming "the central army moves". Because it is difficult for the private soldiers of each nobleman to move at times. And Lujandor also did not touch on the possibility of a coalition of Javalist factions. In other words, just having received the report, he had drawn the conclusion that, like Kate, "only the central army can move by the end of the year". I decided that just being confirmed was enough.

After dropping off the two of them, who politely left the room, Rugendle got the desk report. This crusade is a coalition of three factions. Anticipating a conflict to arise on the battlefield, he secretly had military wardens dive in during the Javaar and Fairchild armies. Naturally, there are reports about Kite.

(As commander and staff member, its qualities are unmatched. However, there is some discontent in what you say and do to the nobility......)

When I first met him, Lujandor felt it, too. It does not have a particular aristocracy, but an unscrupulous idea of the aristocracy itself, and hence of the kingdom. I had such a hunch. If you can't seem to hide that, you'll be crushed sooner or later, and I thought you had to.

But when I see him today, things are a little different. I have something to think about, to reflect on, to correct. It's easy to say, but few can do it right away. If it concerns one's beliefs or personality, it is even more. Is it flexibility because I am of the sensible age of seventeen?

"Young, or..."

Long after, Rugendle felt envious of others.

I would have to report to Kitin in the Dean's Office. But we couldn't stand each other anymore. Waiting for Kite back at her home in the numbered forest were two beautiful mature women in semi-naked condition.

"Look, I'll pinch you with your favorite opium."

"Mr. Kite, suck a lot, will you?

Four ripe soft milks pinch Kite's head from left to right sitting on the couch. It is as big as a fruit from the South, but it does not drip, and it sticks out with a pin. He turns his arms around the two hips and hugs them, shaving alternately the tip buds, which are slightly more colourful. The exfoliated lower body was already lumpy. Two fingers tangle up there. Gently handle the rod and use your fingertips to see the crack in the tip.

"Ugh... hot, pulsating. You're accumulating a lot, aren't you?

"Please squeeze it all out using our cuckoo, right?

From Emmanuel's nipples, breast milk had already seeped out. Lick it and suck it hard. A beautiful mature woman joyfully twists her hips and handles her hands better. But when the omen came in, I was gripped.

"No, you can't. You can't put it in your hands. If you want to put it out..."

The two stared at Kite, and as they went down to their feet with the sultry, they opened their mouths and tongued out. I'm going to lick the cali part from left to right. To great pleasure, unexpectedly groaning. Eventually Emmanuel swallowed the tip and began to move his head. Lilia carefully licks from the ground up to the scrotum and sweetbites the ballsac on one side. The rolling happens to be overflowing with breathtaking service.

"Please yip with our breasts"

Four soft fruits sandwiched a single rod. I can't stand the treatment from left to right anymore. At the moment of the explosion, they opened their mouths and put their faces closer to the bell mouth. They erupt in abundance and dye their mouths and faces cloudy. Eventually, when the eruption subsides, the two taste the cloudiness in their mouths with a tranced look on their faces, sucking out the remnants left on the pole. As I watched him tickle and lick the lava on his cheek with his fingers, a new beast lust arose.

"Ahhh... come quick"

"Mr. Kate... me, so gudgy already... around the time of eating, isn't it?

Two beautiful mature women crawl four on the bedside, side by side. He sticks out his big white ass and points at the entrance to the garden as if to show off. Place your left hand between your crotches and spread the garden wide with your fingers and ripe fruit honey drips off.

"I was wondering which one to eat from."

I lick my tongue and go up to the bedroom, rocking the roll. They say, "Put yourself first..." Look at the left and right peach butts and eventually decide on the right.

"After all, in honor of the Senior Saint Knight (Paladin)..."

He stroked his brilliant ass and grabbed his hips, breaking in all at once.

"Ahhhh... here I come"

Lilia screamed happily. When you blame it on the bread and the back, the voices get even more intense. Emanuel, meanwhile, put behind him, looks sideways envious of Lilia, who swallows with joy.

"Mr. Kite, hurry up too..."

"Wait a minute. Until then..."

Turn your left hand upwards and dive your middle and medicinal fingers into Emmanuel's honeypot. That's all you've reached lightly, freaking out and shivering your back.

"I'll eat your butt first from Emmanuel. Be patient with me."

Move your fingers with Kushkush, while at the same time moving your hips. Looking down at the beautiful mature women who gasp amicably, their sense of conquest as stallions fills them. For the past two months, they have lived long enough to comfort themselves at night alone. That's why I want to please you fully tonight.

"Wow... over and over, over and over. Yikes."

Lilia repeatedly turned her back upside down. Pleasure ravaged by a successful stallion. Once you know, you can't leave anymore. Swallow and cry at sexually filled happiness. I want to give up my college director status and so on and spend time on the side of a man as one mistress, as a slave to carnal desire. The last two months have been so crazy.

"Lilia, Yikes!

"Come on! Lots and lots and lots of pours!

Fever spreads in the fetus. At that moment, it reached its peak. He leans back, tongues out of his mouth and peels off his white eyes. Four or five degrees and heat poured out, Lilia finally arrived happy and lay on her sleeping table lying on her depression.

"Come on, wait. It's Emmanuel's turn."

Turning her face to the left, the brunette beauty is screaming for joy. Tapuntapun and breasts swinging back and forth are bigger than they are, and breast milk comes out. I thought I envied Emmanuel for having an attraction that I didn't have.

"Mr. Kite... make it more, more intense. No, no. Don't hesitate to use me."

Then Kate nodded joyfully and made the movement fierce. Emmanuel utters obscene words and delights the stallion.

"Don't hesitate, let me out whenever you want. No, no. It's only for Mr. Kite to ejaculate."

What Kate, like a lump of beast, prefers, is to be a lady by day, and to be a slut by night everywhere. Besides the beast appetite, I preferred women who also satisfied their desire to conquer and dominate. In that sense, Roxanne, the first Saint Knight (Paladin), was "the perfect turn," but her mother, Emanuel, is also so slutty that she can't beat it.

"Ahhh... Mr. Lilia, what?"

Lilia stretched her right hand as she leaned back and began to mock Emmanuel's swinging breasts. Picking and stretching her nipples gives her a pish of breast milk.

"I don't like it... that's like milking a cow..."

"Woohoo, nice... I'll milk you"

Something about Lilia seems to have started, and she starts blaming her breasts. Emmanuel shook his ears and head, but tightened better, and his feet stirred vibrantly. I am delighted to be milked.

"Ugh... the flavor has grown. Lilia, keep milking me."

"Ah, don't..."

"Well, I'll squeeze you all over this cup"

Lilia began to "milk" in earnest when she grabbed the barbecue vessel from the desk next to her sleeping table.

"I hate it, I hate it! Feel her milk squeezed."

"Yes, feel more... you want Kite to eat delicious, don't you?

She smiles thinly, pulls her swinging breasts back and forth, and milks them. Whenever milk comes out, Emmanuel seems to be reaching. Kite also fully devours ripe meat and enjoys the flavour.

"Kuryuuu! It's big...... ick...... ick"

Swallow by the tsunami at its peak, Emmanuel was exhilarated. At the same time, kite explodes deep. Pours hot clouds to burn and fills the uterus. Emanuel shook his back freaking out and fell into his bedroom. Apparently, he lost consciousness because of his comfort.

"Oh, did I overdo it?

Lilia said so, placing the filled cup on the side desk until about the seventh minute.