ps: I want to be a pure partner.

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"No." Caesar shook his head flatly at Svia's instigation, "I'm in love with you... Although Lola's words are cute girls, they are not as good as I can get it even if I use force. I am not as good as I can have sex even if I rape it. If I really do that, Sakiya and Yu might be going crazy..."

Not to mention anything else... Although the captain maid looks very dedicated and rational, she is still a jealous person with a scruple in her heart. When she finds that Caesaning would push Lola and not look for her, she can't tell what will happen...

But Svia was still struggling: "Then...that, what if Lola goes out and talks?"

"Wouldn't it be better to say hello to her?" said Caesar. "She looks easy to talk and gentle."

"...You are not familiar with her, and you are deceived by her appearance!" Sivia said angrily, "That guy Lola is also a black-bellied bastard. He must use this as a threat to bully others! Even if he doesn't, he will find it strange when communicating with her in the future! Especially when she looked at it with meaningful eyes... Wuwuwu... she must be shorter!"

"...what are you afraid of?" Noel laughed, "You should feel very proud! You can look at her with the eyes of 'You can't marry an old virgin? A girl' in the future. She should be the one who feels unhappy!"

The two began to joke, but Caesar fell into deep thought for no reason. Suddenly, he punched, and the fist wind broke through the air, shaking a slight shock wave. The airflow in the room spread like a breeze. The barbarian looked at his fist and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Ceciliachi said, Noel and Svia also looked at Caesar in surprise.

"Uh... it seems that strength and other things have not improved, it's so strange." Caesar scratched his head and asked several girls. "After doing that... have you felt some changes in your body? For example, strength enhancement?"

"No..." The girls tried to move their bodies, "What do you want to express when Caesar?"

"Nothing." The barbarian seemed a little annoyed, "Don't the novel say that when you are having a girl for the first time, can you get accumulated power from the girl's chastity, so as to live a breakthrough or improve combat power? As the protagonist, I must contain abundant power in my semen. I can moisturize my skin when applied on my body. I can nourish my skin when sprayed on my face, beautify my skin when eaten in my mouth, and I can nourish my demons when I ejaculate in my body. Even if I collect it, I can make medicine and alchemy or even use it as energy... Why doesn't it work?"

"...I always feel that someone was shot hard! No, it was a large group of people who were shot!" Noel complained, "What else do you mean as the protagonist? Are we living in the novel? That thing is said to be able to nourish the skin... But the official function has no other function than allowing women to have children! As for the ability to replenish demons for girls or use them to make medicine and alchemy... is that a monster? I always feel so scary! That kind of creature! If that thing is so useful, just capture it and make it into a human-shaped juicer, and live as a place of origin and green energy generator!"

"Well... I don't know who that guy is. But Noel makes sense." Caesar nodded.

Well. One thing to be clear is that although the integrity has been lost all over the floor, there is still a balance.

Because there were only a few silences, Caesar finally gave up the idea of ​​directly breaking into Lola's room and crossing it. After all... ahem, I'm not familiar with others. I can't rush in and say, "I care a lot, so I'm afraid it won't hurt, it's very comfortable." If Lola fights to the death, Caesar will be suppressed without injury.

The three girls did not stay here until the morning after dinner. After all, they suddenly changed from Caesar's friend to Caesar's love... This fact is too impactful. Moreover, they believed that they could not calmly regard themselves as the hostess under the gaze of Sakiya and other three girls. So after cleaning the whole room cleaned without a trace of strange smell, the girls were ready to slip away in the dark... Women, they always like to be entangled and hurt in inexplicable places. After making trouble all night, everyone knows, what's the point of covering up?

While covering up their beautiful bodies with new clothes, Caesar and the girls made their last warmth. The Saints were powerful warriors with strong self-control and willpower, but unfortunately, their self-discipline has never been very good... Without discipline, they are just a group of unconventional bastards.

As the leader, Caesar was even more of a bastard. When he saw the girls wrapping themselves in beautiful clothes, he actually had the idea of ​​having sex again. Everyone knows that Noel had always followed Caesar's idea, unbuttoned his newly buttoned top, pushed his bra away and exposed his chest, then took off his pants, lay on the table and came to Caesar. So, driven by the idea of ​​"can't lose" and "can't make special", Cecilia and Svia also followed...

After finishing, Noel tidied up his clothes with a smile, then put on his underwear and put on his panties, calling it "Go home with Caesar's passionate love"... The other two girls could only do it and take a shower when they got home. If they bathed here, Caesar would break in and have another shot...

Caesar summoned the dragon lion and took the three girls with them at once and sent them away. He was speechless all the way. Noel kept smiling, so happy that he didn't know what his surname was. Cecilia's face was much brighter than before. She had already put down her burden, and only Sivia was still struggling and said worrying words like "I will definitely be laughed at when I go back" - Caesar patted his chest and said it was okay. The perverted maid dared to laugh at you, so I would fuck her in front of you...

——That’s it. Cecilia’s words were sent to the door of the office of the Dharma Hall, Noel was sent to the gate of the Marquis’ Mansion, and Sivia was sent to the door of the school. Although she wanted to go in and sit, the girls said nothing...

Anyway, there are opportunities. Innocent girls, do you think it's over if you do it this time? It's too sweet. On the way back, Caesar asked the remaining fragrance and warmth on his palms, and smiled mysteriously. The dragon and lion sent a signal of congratulations from the spiritual link. The barbarian slapped it gently. In a sense, the two brothers are already the same type of creature. However, the dragon and lion are more generous in their personal life style and are more eclectic...

When he got home, he turned into his room through the window, and no one came in. No one appeared... Caesar sighed as if he was sorry. If Sakiya was waiting for him in the room, he wouldn't have to sleep alone... Poor Qi was still making soy sauce. He couldn't summon her when he was having sex with the three beautiful girls, because once he released his good daughter, this pure love sex show will definitely drive in a strange direction. If Qi was released now, the girl would definitely clamor for sex, and the god of heaven was pitiful... Although the energy was still endless, Caesar's spirit was a little tired.

There were still a few scents on the big bed. A few hours ago, the three girls handed him the most precious things... and there were a few more important people. The guardian will became stronger and stronger.

The king slowly fell asleep.

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An inexplicable rhythm echoed in my mind. Caesar slowly fell into a dream.

In the dream, in the dream, a gorgeous and gradually fading glory leads to the feet of girls, solid rule, thrones of all generations. The whispers of countless wise kings, immortal glory. The death of the former kings. The country is in turmoil, and the external enemies are eyeing each other. The internal troubles are endless, and the shaking country. A girl is looking at the distance solemnly and standing with a sword. The legend of the beautiful and distant king of heaven is replenished and complete in the expectations of the people.

A blond girl came over, walked through the gateway of triumphality, and embarked on the battlefields that had been fought. The new green grass color showed a bright green fragrance, soothing the throbbing of the soul in the sunset. The traces of the chariot, the blood-stained hills, the wreckage of the broken sword, the unparalleled immortal achievements in the past ten years, the glory and rhythm of the entire life, and the meaning of existence.

The perfect king, the invincible king, the majestic king, the unparalleled king in the world.

How beautiful and magical, the legend that has been circulated in Britannia for a long time, the chosen king will pull out the sword that no one can shake, and lead Britannia and even the entire human race towards an ideal country without war or sadness.

When she broke through the doubts of the nobles and the army, she advanced straight into the battlefield on the frontier of the country, commanded the invincible army, fought against Delman in the east, rejected Rome in the south, suppressed strong enemies in the inner world, and punished strong enemies outside. Her chariot was filled with flowers and cheers, the admiration and followment of young people, the blessings and touches of the elderly, the solemn dignity of a country is fully reflected in her weak but strong body. No matter how gorgeous the rhetoric is, she cannot describe her achievements and beliefs.

"I am Artoria Pandragorn, the daughter of Yuss. I ask you, are you my subject?"

"I will shelter you, just as I will protect everything in this country, and I will fight for you."

This is the belief she has always been proud of fighting for justice, and fulfilling her guardian promise with courageous decision and brave war. The direction of the battle was determined on the military strategy map, and the knight pulled out the sword of the king in her hand. She awakened the ghost in her heart. Countless knights surrounded her, waiting for her to guide the distant and beautiful dream.

She said, I'm ready.

The enemy's flesh and blood can better maintain swords than the best oiling, and the howling, raids, and counterattacks of horses. As her sword changes endlessly, justice is the peace of the country and the peace of the people. Faith is to protect everything, disperse the enemy with firm knighthood and unshakable will, and protect the country left by the previous kings until there is no war in the country and no tears.

The king is destined to be lonely, the king is destined to bear everything, and the king is to become the hero that all his subjects expect.

Because the king is the chosen king and the hope of everyone, if she doesn't do it, then who will save them?

She said, "It should be so, I am willing to give up everything and become your king. She believes more than anyone else about the legend of the chosen king. She believes that only she can draw out the sword from the stone, and that only she can allow this country to retain its past glory and move towards future glory. She believes that all subjects will fall in love with her strength and belief and follow her to the end of victory.

And this is exactly the whole of her life. She abandoned her identity, freedom, and the mission and shackles she received in exchange for the right to pursue happiness... She had no complaints about this, and she was stained with blood for it.

There was no sigh, no tears, no pain, only justice, no regrets. She stood in front of the young tombstone. She recited the last words of the mother king, a collection of poems and a few rose petals, and closed her sleep in every tired night. Every dream echoed with the roar of golden swords and iron horses, fighting and protecting. If you sacrifice your happiness, you can bear the future of everyone. Then do this and let the king bear everything.

She silently bears the weight of the whole country and is proud of it. She exchanges the girl's fantasy for another sacred and solemn dream. She lives in the dream. She feels extremely satisfied. She exchanges everything for everything in the country, just like a vow.

"I will shelter you, just as I will protect everything in this country, and I will fight for you."

But someone denied everything about her in the most brutal and direct way. That man, in the far north, faced the cold wind blowing from Harrogas, inspected his army on the prairie. His wave was so powerful that he dominated the scattered grassland tribes like a myth. His followers were like a rolling torrent, running through life and death. In the constant surging, more and more people continued to join... the Beast tribes, the barbarian tribes, and the torrent of steel condensed into an unbreakable belief standing behind him. He responded to his call with the power of swallowing mountains and rivers, and followed the same dreams.

She said: "The king should devote himself to the country and give everything to protect this country."

He said: "The country and the people should sacrifice themselves for the king, and the king will grant shelter and prosperity. This is the unbreakable bond."

In the fierce conflict, justice was divided into two halves, and the same belief in guarding went against the rules of different kingly ways.

She said: "The king is lonely, the king comes to bear everything of his subjects, and the king comes to shoulder the entire country."

He said: "Subjects are not rice insects. They carry their own lives by themselves. The king will carry the weight that the king should bear."

This is the tyrant's way, which aroused her dissatisfaction and disgust. The close friend she admired so much was separated by the distance between heaven and earth. The road to the king was destined to be lonely. This is the fate that the king should face. But looking at the flying and confidence in his eyes, she seemed to be envious and confused about something. He loved their people so much, why are they so happy?

She said: "I will shelter you, just as I will protect everything in this country, and I will fight for you."

He said, "My people, I order you to shed blood with me!"

Therefore, he was able to scan her ministers with contempt. The nobles and powerful ministers who were in charge of Brittany's lifeline lost their demeanor and pride under the gaze. He could mercilessly call them rice insects and waste, just because his subjects were braver than her subjects. She took the subjects under the protection of the sword, and he brought the subjects to the battlefield to protect his home.

She carried everything on her shoulders, but he never cared about the extra things.

She is proud to be able to protect all herself, and he is proud to be able to rule such a country and such subjects.

"Do you hate the king who gave up everything and was carrying the justice? Do you hate me so much?" Whether it was the confrontation in Whitehall or the battle in the woods, these were things that were hovering in her chest countless times but could not be asked.

She held the sword in the stone in her hand tightly, and with her upright posture, she endured everything that the king had brought to her. Her body would never fall down. Just as the brave king would never change her beliefs, there was no trace of compromise on fate in her eyes. She envied Caesar's kingly way and freedom but never changed her heart. She firmly believed that her choice was so correct and that her justice would guide her to the final victory. She believed that this was unquestionable.

——So she would never understand why Caesar was angry, never understand the reason why his subjects feared her, and never understand the pain and the source of sorrow in this world.

She might have vaguely noticed that she crawled under an overly huge ideal in the manner of a martyr and tried to exchange for justice in the world alone. The ending would definitely be bitter despair. The justice that she has always believed in may not be as invincible as she imagined. It may not illuminate the darkness woven by sorrow and desire? She cannot stop everyone's tears, cannot make anyone happy, she cannot save all her subjects with a sword of choice, and cannot continue the glory of the past.

Just as Caesar said, she was just a puppet of justice and a prisoner of the throne, and that was also her choice without regrets.

Even if one day the bloody dusk will dye the fierce hills red, and the broken battle flag will destiny to the destruction of a kingdom, she will fulfill her original oath, protect the entire country, live for it, and die for it.

Even if regret ate her soul, even if pain tortures her body, even if setbacks and fatigue oppress her beliefs... Even so, she must implement the entire belief, because she has nothing, except for supporting all the will of life like a backbone, and the sword in the stone that has forged her mission and choices. Yes, she will never let go of the sword in her hand.

——Because the king is still the hero of the world. (To be continued...)

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