Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

"Cora, get off me! Meltzani! Glass! I'm your captain. Get off me!

Killier is taken out of the office, flailing her hands and feet like a child. When he went out into the hallway and one of the black muscles (Gachimuchi) closed the door behind him, he let go of his hand, which was grabbing Killier's arm, and the two black muscles (Gachimuchi) took an upright immobilized position.

"Thank you, both of you"

Killier squeezed her face and labored the two of them, as if she were lying about her wasting behavior earlier. And soon I followed these two and started walking in the hallway early.

"Meltzani, I guess you're in good hands, aren't you?

Killier's right back black muscle (guttural) nods cocklessly.

"Glass, wasn't there a housekeeper (maid) in that room?

On that question, the black muscle (gatimchi) walking behind Killier's left said, "Humph! Together with his voice, he puts his hands on his hips and poses as a rat spread that widens his shoulders.

"I see. So you won't be back for a while."

The black muscle (guttural) snorts with the posing set.

And without even looking back at the two of them, Killier declares.

"Activate Operation Mushroom than this! detain suspected insiders"

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"The siege of the castle is that Lolicon bastard, and I don't care what Mio thinks about this weasel's subjugation of the city, don't be insulting to me"

Dotadota and grumpy footsteps echo on the executive floor.

The Lord of Footsteps is Gustavo, General of Saratoga's Second Army.

"There's something wrong with me being the Second Army in the first place."

In fact, one and two armies do not have superiority or inferiority in the ability or number of soldiers or the status of generals. We're simply talking about the existence of two units.

But Gustavo can't help but wipe the thought that First Army general Meshmendi is more favoured than he is.

Gustavo is a large but tight flesh. Sharp eyesight, large wounds running on cheeks, that kind of appearance of mercenary slapping up, but not in the past, in fact, his father was Saratoga's general position, General II.

His father was a First Army general under his predecessor, Uncle Saratoga, and naturally, the First Army general is strange unless he is his son. Gustavo always thought so.

Even if, for example, it was only a matter of designation.

"But that's up to today, too. Look at that! I will prove to you that I am worthy of Saratoga's First Army."

It is in his own room that Gustavo is on his way now.

We are refraining from fighting Gergios after a few minutes, but it is too long to wait, just as it was for the average soldier. That's what I thought. He went back to his room.

Reach in front of your room and put your hands on the door.

It's not locked.

There is a dedicated housekeeper (maid) in this room who can grab Gustavo.

It's dark in the room when you open the door.

The housekeeper (maid), who says it's already dawn at night, may even be sleeping twice, arguing that there's no way the Lord will be back so soon.

Always, do it. "Take off your clothes" or "If you don't want to use it, turn off the lights" or something. It's the one that's as loud as your mother's, but aren't you trying to skip it yourself? I have to reprimand him for this.

"Mary! What are you doing? Light it up! It's the Lord's home!

No reply returns from inside the room to Gustavo's yelling.

"You're not here...?

Have you moved to the non-combatant evacuation floor? Time is fast for that. But she's definitely a woman with a problem. Then even if I close the armor door and leave, I don't know.

"No, wait..."

Something gets caught.

Yes... the door was unlocked. It's impossible for heaven and earth to turn upside down, such as that nervous Mary forgetting to lock up.

Gustavo gently unleashes his lower back sword and slowly walks into the dark.

It's unusually hot in the room for some reason.

I just had a deadline for armor doors and didn't expect this much temperature.

Carefully go through the front door and reach the living room behind it.

True darkness without even the light leaking out of the window gap.

Gustavo can't wipe the discomfort.

If you close the armor door, is it going to be so dark?

Behind the living room unexpectedly. Feeling people's signs on the couch, Gustavo points his sword tip at you.

"Who!

"Well, horrible"

A familiar woman responded to Gustavo's voice.

She's an idiot who was kicked out for making crazy remarks at an earlier military conference.

Gustavo asks the voice, without alarm, with his sword pointed at him.

"What are you doing in my room?"

Gustavo narrows his eyes, but true darkness without any of the light sources. It just looks faintly people-shadowed on the couch and has a sleek outline.

"Ugh... a woman darkens her room and waits for her lord, so it's decided."

That was a totally unimaginable answer for Gustavo.

Because the woman - Kirier thought it was something she hated about Gustavo.

Besides, in the past, as soon as I called this woman a female gorilla, she had more joints in her arms. Although I was able to treat her quickly with healing magic, with regard to this woman, I was never conscious as a woman.

"What's the matter, I got scared before the fight"

"Yes, it was horrible and I wanted to be next to someone I could count on."

From the usual Killier, an unimaginably lustrous voice (wobbly).

I am invited...... Kuriku and Gustavo swallow spit.

Normally, it's not suspicious, but Gustavo never doubted whether the creature that said man was stupid or Gustavo was stupid again.

On the contrary, this is what I thought.

Well, if you have as many Hans as I do, then it's natural for a woman to fall in love. No, if you're more of a woman, it's weirder not to fall in love.

This woman is somewhat of a shame about her breasts, and makes crazy statements sometimes, but if she even has her mouth shut, she's a beauty beauty bearer. If you are going to turn your obedient attitude toward Mio towards this eagle, it is not a rash to surround you as a mistress.

"Hmm, I'm not human enough to make the woman I rely on unimpeded."

"Ugh, it's lovely like Han."

"Nfu. You will, you will."

It would have been Gustavo who was fortunate to have been in the dark in the room. At this time Gustavo had stretched down his nose and lowered his eyeballs into a gruesome face.

"You know that pretty well. In today's struggle, I end up being a hero. It's like we've decided to start a new life."

"Really?

"That's right! I have information from trustworthy people about where the enemy is coming from today. The eagle defeated it and became the hero who saved Saratoga. That way, that dough just won't get in the way of me, either. If you want to follow me, I can give you a good look."

This man, if he was even set up by a honey trap from another country, any confidentiality would make him talk in one shot.

"It's lovely."

"Hehe, nice, right, right"

"By the way, what kind of food does Master Gustavo like?

... food? Do you think I should make some handicrafts as well?

He's a pretty cute guy.

"Right... if you're a man, it's still meat. He's so thick like a drop of gravy."

"Really, I like the thickness of the gravy drip..."

"Oh, yeah. It'll look like Han."

"Yeah, it's a nice bunch of han. So, mah... do you like the room?

Mushroom?...... dating.

"Oh, I like it, but..."

Gustavo cut the words and a moment of silence.

"I like you better. Ah!

Saying so, Gustavo jumped to the shadow on the couch like a beast.

Gustavo's fingertips touch one skin.

The skin is fine, smooth, and the chest seems to be better than I thought (...).

But it's still because you're a woman who puts herself in the fight, muscular and a lot harder.

The moment Gustavo thought so, the front door opened properly and the light stabbed indoors from the hallway side.

It was Killier who opened the door from the inside.

"Huh? Killier?

Gustavo narrows his eyes and gazes at what he clings to.

It is a black muscle (guttural) that joins hands behind the head for a relaxing pose.

With a cloak of black bikini pants, a very good smile. White teeth glowed hard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gustavo jumped out, not too surprised, screaming.

Immediately after that, the voice of Killier laughing couscous from the door behind her.

"Enjoy your favorite thick, gravy-dripping muscle room (matcho room) at best."

As Kirier walks out the door, the black muscles (gatimucci) come indoors from the next.

"No, no, no, no."

Gustavo feels soggy there when he reaches the wall backwards.

Subtly soft and warm.

"Ugh! Hey, what?"

Gustavo is stunned as he turns his eyes to see who it is.

The armor door wasn't closed.

It's like a totem pole. It's like black muscles (gatimuchi) stacked all the way up to the ceiling. It was a human wall like avant-garde art.

The black muscles (guts) laugh with a good smile, stripping their white teeth while moving their pimples and nipples simultaneously.

"Hih!"

Raise your squeaky voice and Gustavo will fly again.

I'm already in the closet, but I just have to hold on.

Even on the floor, step over the pull and trembling muscles and open the closet in the back of the room with momentum.

"Ghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

But there, the tiny, folded black muscles (gatimchi) were stuffed with bitches.

What flexibility. It also looks slightly painful, but the black muscles (guttural) still show their white teeth and turn a very nice smile towards Gustavo. Let's call it the professional guts I looked up to.

But I can't afford to praise Gustavo for that.

Black muscle (guttural) muscles that come into the room one after the other. Finally, the room is filled with black muscles (gatimuchi), leaving a few centimeters around Gustavo.

The black muscles behind me smiled so good that I grabbed Gustavo's shoulder, and when I looked at him.

I gave a good thumbs up.

"Hey, stop, stop, stop."

At the next moment, a few centimeters remained to be filled.

"Ah." Ahhhh. "

Killier walks down the hallway of the executive floor listening to Gustavo's terminator on his back.

By now, he'll be caught in the middle of his body with the big glutes of black muscles.

If it stays like this for a moment, it should be turned into just a machine to name the muscles.

To sum up what I heard, apparently he wasn't an insider.

So why did you stop at execution? The answer is simple.

'Cause I hate it.

As it was, Killier walked to the office where Mio would be, for reporting purposes.

For the record, it was long after Killier tried to execute a muscle room (macho room) on Arge as a punishment for slapping Nanashi.