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Theon Saul Sankland was a bareback at the workout.
Its sword muscle was sharp, and even adults were reaching such heights that they could not fathom their companion soldiers.
I just unleashed a sideburn from a sharp step, and I could hear the pussy and the applause.
"I'm working hard in the morning, Your Highness."
"Keithwood? As always, you're good at getting rid of signs. I wondered who was here."
On the occasion of the advent of his squire, you wanted to take a breath, and Zion lays down his simulated sword and sows his sweat. A splash of sweat from his saggy hair reflected the sparkling light of the day.
Keithwood opened his mouth, wondering how many women would be distracted by this kind of trick.
"So, who's going to get lunch, did you decide?
"I'm not planning on getting it for anyone"
The Prince's answer to the abrupt inquiry is indescribable.
Under Prince Zion, an offer had already been received from dozens of girls. But Theon politely refuses each and every one of them.
"Oh, that means if you want my handmade lunch,"
To Keithwood's light mouth, Theon does, and returns a pranky grin.
"Right. Sometimes I want to taste your food. You used to make it when you were in the country, didn't you?
Scion, who had been given a thorough imperial education since childhood, was tightly controlled until he was in its food.
Clever and well-heard Scion never complained about that unsavory dish at one time, but he was often dissatisfied with his best friend Keithwood.
So Keithwood snuck into the nocturnal cooking room to cook a night meal and deliver it to Zion.
As a result, it is a good memory that Theon was muddled and pissed off by the two of us.
"I'm doing this one in good faith, but I think they complained a lot..."
"Naturally. What, I'm the Prince of the Great Powers? Focus on flavor."
Stand aside and smile, then Theon said.
"Well, as a joke aside. I assume you've made arrangements?
Theon is not looking to get lunch from anyone. The title of Prince of the Kingdom of Sankland is of great influence. It's too big.
If you get along easily with a particular someone, there may be disadvantages for the country later.
- Oh, my God, you must be thinking, my Lord.
Ha, and sighed, Keithwood shrugged his shoulder.
- Well, I'm not wrong, but I guess I could use a little more shoulder strength.
Theon and a boy of his age. Once, as I spilled my dissatisfaction with the desire to eat something delicious, this time too, do you feel lonely not getting lunch from anyone?
"You said something."
"No, stick around"
Waving flirtatiously, Keithwood left the training ground behind.
"... hold on, if His Highness Sion says it's okay to get it, it'll be limited."
What comes to mind as the first candidate was the face of the princess of the Tiermoon Empire, a power the size of Sankland.
"If Princess Meer offered, I don't think Master Zion would say no..."
Unfortunately, that wise princess seems to be promising Prince Abel to take his lunch. Keithwood still doesn't understand, but she's a lot obsessed with Prince Abel.
"Ah, Mr. Keithwood, just in time"
Keithwood looks back as he is stopped by the pretense.
"This is the Countess Rudolphin."
It was Tiona Rudolfon, a courtier of the Earl of the Side of the Tiermoon Empire, who had spoken out.
"For what purpose today?
"Yeah, actually..."
Keithwood, who heard the story, accidentally went off on the inside.
- With the cooperation of the three, one of them is a lowly nobleman and the other is the daughter of a merchant who became a nobleman. Plus, I have another person to give it to, hey.
Sure, then I can't help but make nasty rumors that Theon is in love with certain girls, etc. Moreover, then, only the will of friendship from Princess Meer can be firmly communicated.
- That's Princess Meer.
Double, triple stretched thoughts.
I see, the empire's wisdom didn't know decay, etc. Keithwood impressed me...
To the lid, to the lid…….
A cold one ran on my spine. It could have been chills, or bug news, as the world calls it.
It's kind of like a major crisis looming in my own lord... Here and now, I have such an overwhelming feeling that if I snort, the sword tournament is going to be a big deal.
From Tiona, who is nicotine in front of me, I can't feel any malice. However,
- For once, let me just see how it goes?
Thus, Keithwood, who perceived a real crisis looming in the Lord's physical condition, would join Meer's cooking team.
It was a fact that none of the parties concerned realised how much his English break had contributed to protecting Prince Zion, Prince Abel, in his physical condition.
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Theon Saul Sankland was a bareback at the workout.
Its sword muscle was sharp, and even adults were reaching such heights that they could not fathom their companion soldiers.
I just unleashed a sideburn from a sharp step, and I could hear the pussy and the applause.
"I'm working hard in the morning, Your Highness."
"Keithwood? As always, you're good at getting rid of signs. I wondered who was here."
On the occasion of the advent of his squire, you wanted to take a breath, and Zion lays down his simulated sword and sows his sweat. A splash of sweat from his saggy hair reflected the sparkling light of the day.
Keithwood opened his mouth, wondering how many women would be distracted by this kind of trick.
"So, who's going to get lunch, did you decide?
"I'm not planning on getting it for anyone"
The Prince's answer to the abrupt inquiry is indescribable.
Under Prince Zion, an offer had already been received from dozens of girls. But Theon politely refuses each and every one of them.
"Oh, that means if you want my handmade lunch,"
To Keithwood's light mouth, Theon does, and returns a pranky grin.
"Right. Sometimes I want to taste your food. You used to make it when you were in the country, didn't you?
Scion, who had been given a thorough imperial education since childhood, was tightly controlled until he was in its food.
Clever and well-heard Scion never complained about that unsavory dish at one time, but he was often dissatisfied with his best friend Keithwood.
So Keithwood snuck into the nocturnal cooking room to cook a night meal and deliver it to Zion.
As a result, it is a good memory that Theon was muddled and pissed off by the two of us.
"I'm doing this one in good faith, but I think they complained a lot..."
"Naturally. What, I'm the Prince of the Great Powers? Focus on flavor."
Stand aside and smile, then Theon said.
"Well, as a joke aside. I assume you've made arrangements?
Theon is not looking to get lunch from anyone. The title of Prince of the Kingdom of Sankland is of great influence. It's too big.
If you get along easily with a particular someone, there may be disadvantages for the country later.
- Oh, my God, you must be thinking, my Lord.
Ha, and sighed, Keithwood shrugged his shoulder.
- Well, I'm not wrong, but I guess I could use a little more shoulder strength.
Theon and a boy of his age. Once, as I spilled my dissatisfaction with the desire to eat something delicious, this time too, do you feel lonely not getting lunch from anyone?
"You said something."
"No, stick around"
Waving flirtatiously, Keithwood left the training ground behind.
"... hold on, if His Highness Sion says it's okay to get it, it'll be limited."
What comes to mind as the first candidate was the face of the princess of the Tiermoon Empire, a power the size of Sankland.
"If Princess Meer offered, I don't think Master Zion would say no..."
Unfortunately, that wise princess seems to be promising Prince Abel to take his lunch. Keithwood still doesn't understand, but she's a lot obsessed with Prince Abel.
"Ah, Mr. Keithwood, just in time"
Keithwood looks back as he is stopped by the pretense.
"This is the Countess Rudolphin."
It was Tiona Rudolfon, a courtier of the Earl of the Side of the Tiermoon Empire, who had spoken out.
"For what purpose today?
"Yeah, actually..."
Keithwood, who heard the story, accidentally went off on the inside.
- With the cooperation of the three, one of them is a lowly nobleman and the other is the daughter of a merchant who became a nobleman. Plus, I have another person to give it to, hey.
Sure, then I can't help but make nasty rumors that Theon is in love with certain girls, etc. Moreover, then, only the will of friendship from Princess Meer can be firmly communicated.
- That's Princess Meer.
Double, triple stretched thoughts.
I see, the empire's wisdom didn't know decay, etc. Keithwood impressed me...
To the lid, to the lid…….
A cold one ran on my spine. It could have been chills, or bug news, as the world calls it.
It's kind of like a major crisis looming in my own lord... Here and now, I have such an overwhelming feeling that if I snort, the sword tournament is going to be a big deal.
From Tiona, who is nicotine in front of me, I can't feel any malice. However,
- For once, let me just see how it goes?
Thus, Keithwood, who perceived a real crisis looming in the Lord's physical condition, would join Meer's cooking team.
It was a fact that none of the parties concerned realised how much his English break had contributed to protecting Prince Zion, Prince Abel, in his physical condition.
Theon Saul Sankland was a bareback at the workout.Its sword muscle was sharp, and even adults were reaching such heights that they could not fathom their companion soldiers.I just unleashed a sideburn from a sharp step, and I could hear the pussy and the applause."I'm working hard in the morning, Your Highness.""Keithwood? As always, you're good at getting rid of signs. I wondered who was here."On the occasion of the advent of his squire, you wanted to take a breath, and Zion lays down his simulated sword and sows his sweat. A splash of sweat from his saggy hair reflected the sparkling light of the day.Keithwood opened his mouth, wondering how many women would be distracted by this kind of trick."So, who's going to get lunch, did you decide? "I'm not planning on getting it for anyone"The Prince's answer to the abrupt inquiry is indescribable.Under Prince Zion, an offer had already been received from dozens of girls. But Theon politely refuses each and every one of them."Oh, that means if you want my handmade lunch,"To Keithwood's light mouth, Theon does, and returns a pranky grin."Right. Sometimes I want to taste your food. You used to make it when you were in the country, didn't you? Scion, who had been given a thorough imperial education since childhood, was tightly controlled until he was in its food.Clever and well-heard Scion never complained about that unsavory dish at one time, but he was often dissatisfied with his best friend Keithwood.So Keithwood snuck into the nocturnal cooking room to cook a night meal and deliver it to Zion.As a result, it is a good memory that Theon was muddled and pissed off by the two of us."I'm doing this one in good faith, but I think they complained a lot...""Naturally. What, I'm the Prince of the Great Powers? Focus on flavor."Stand aside and smile, then Theon said."Well, as a joke aside. I assume you've made arrangements? Theon is not looking to get lunch from anyone. The title of Prince of the Kingdom of Sankland is of great influence. It's too big.If you get along easily with a particular someone, there may be disadvantages for the country later.- Oh, my God, you must be thinking, my Lord.Ha, and sighed, Keithwood shrugged his shoulder.- Well, I'm not wrong, but I guess I could use a little more shoulder strength.Theon and a boy of his age. Once, as I spilled my dissatisfaction with the desire to eat something delicious, this time too, do you feel lonely not getting lunch from anyone?"You said something.""No, stick around"Waving flirtatiously, Keithwood left the training ground behind."... hold on, if His Highness Sion says it's okay to get it, it'll be limited."What comes to mind as the first candidate was the face of the princess of the Tiermoon Empire, a power the size of Sankland."If Princess Meer offered, I don't think Master Zion would say no..."Unfortunately, that wise princess seems to be promising Prince Abel to take his lunch. Keithwood still doesn't understand, but she's a lot obsessed with Prince Abel."Ah, Mr. Keithwood, just in time"Keithwood looks back as he is stopped by the pretense."This is the Countess Rudolphin."It was Tiona Rudolfon, a courtier of the Earl of the Side of the Tiermoon Empire, who had spoken out."For what purpose today? "Yeah, actually..."Keithwood, who heard the story, accidentally went off on the inside.- With the cooperation of the three, one of them is a lowly nobleman and the other is the daughter of a merchant who became a nobleman. Plus, I have another person to give it to, hey.Sure, then I can't help but make nasty rumors that Theon is in love with certain girls, etc. Moreover, then, only the will of friendship from Princess Meer can be firmly communicated.- That's Princess Meer.Double, triple stretched thoughts.I see, the empire's wisdom didn't know decay, etc. Keithwood impressed me...To the lid, to the lid.A cold one ran on my spine. It could have been chills, or bug news, as the world calls it.It's kind of like a major crisis looming in my own lord... Here and now, I have such an overwhelming feeling that if I snort, the sword tournament is going to be a big deal.From Tiona, who is nicotine in front of me, I can't feel any malice. However,- For once, let me just see how it goes?Thus, Keithwood, who perceived a real crisis looming in the Lord's physical condition, would join Meer's cooking team.It was a fact that none of the parties concerned realised how much his English break had contributed to protecting Prince Zion, Prince Abel, in his physical condition.
