Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

A small high hill on a vast plain.

Standing by the sky, I put my hands together and stretched my body up, before exhaling slowly. So the sky looked up after a breath was clear, and the scent of soft pouring sunlight and refreshing grass made the spring platter feel.

It's been a month since I left Epis School.

Sigh at the change of circumstances brought about by that long, short time, while dropping your gaze and looking at the view from the hill. It was the royal castle of Fortress City Fort Lace that shined in the sun that I lost so much of and caught my eye.

I never imagined you'd come this far...

I laugh bitterly, thinking of the faces I've left in the Majesta.

In the months between the prom and spring, when I said goodbye to Master Gray and Claire and promised to reunite, I asked Ballado and Luce and the others to stay in school to move the earthly figure, to stay away from Tierra, to acquire new skills and travel support.

That's how I visited it, the snowmelting season.

Thanks to all of you, I no longer have any worries about backwards. After I dropped off my graduating Leo and Lyeci seniors, I left Epis School without waiting for freshmen to enroll. Having successfully left the country by changing the color of her hair and eyes from white horse to chestnut hair, which stands out using her magic skills of [disguise] and falsifying her appearance, I went to the Handel of the Commercial State to rendezvous with Mr. Richter.

The aim was to negotiate with Theon and Lord Pail and have them introduce you to the face of the Black Snake.

The number of people who are familiar is uncertain, but there are around fifty only flaming snakes led by Lord Pail. Water Snake, a real team of the same size, Wind Snake, which also has intelligence, Earthsnake, which performs base development, etc., White Snake, a medical unit, Black Snake of the main unit. I think there are about two hundred and fifty to three hundred mercenaries who belong to the [ancient snake].

With all the fighting professionals, it's possible to break into war. And right now, those personnel are scattered across a variety of countries. There is no more thankful story.

If we can mobilize the [ancient serpents] all over the place, the chances of discovering Maris or Zenos will surely increase. So I was looking for the Black Snake, the main body of the [ancient snake].

But things don't carry so well.

Five days running Bran through the night, seeking information about the Black Snakes, who seemed to be close to Lord Payle and the Black Snakes, who were the unit leaders, and then Mr. Richter and the others. We arrived safely at Handel, rendezvous with Mr. Richter and the Flaming Snake, but there was no sign of Zion there.

What do you mean, hiding the rushing chest and asking Lord Pail about it, he said that a convocation was called from the Black Snake, the main body of the [ancient snake]. While lamenting that it was a leg late, I asked her why and where Zion had been summoned, but she merely indicated her rejection with the words' Talk about the inner circle 'and a glossy grin. Of course, the introduction to the Black Snake was turned down.

I had to push through the impossibility and pull back a lot on the spot because it wasn't a good idea to bad her heart certificate as a troop leader, but I still had hope. It seems that Mr. Richter, who steered the car, had his men chasing Theon, because he had received reports that the Black Snake Negijo seemed to be in Fortrace.

For that reason, I gave up referrals from Theon and Lord Pail early, and left Handel with Richter and Julia at noon the following day to negotiate directly with the Black Snake Face. Until we got through Agricult, we misled our eyes by hunting warcraft like adventurers and mercenaries, while proceeding towards Fortress City Fortress.

And we arrived about fifteen days ago.

Looking back, I speak to the spirits of the wind flying around.

"- I need to know what's going on around here. I'm sorry, but could you give me a little help?

If so, the spirits of the wind who were flying around said, "Let it be!" He smiles with a good grin and wields his power at all costs. Watching the spirits hand in the wind from various directions, I sent words of gratitude in my heart to Rafael and Albione, who were not here.

They wanted to explore the land they had visited for the first time, so they called out to the spirits who lived around them as they left my side. The spirits who dwell around here because of it are more or less favorable, and they can help us instead.

- There's a herd of warcraft to the north -, things are going well today -, we're almost to the king's capital -.

Whenever the spirits carry the wind into their ears, they listen to the chatter of adventurers, the sound of battles with warcraft, the sound of merchant-like carriage wheels and merchandise that follow the sound of the horse's feet, the sound of wood hitting each other, and the slight sound of armor and weapons worn by mercenaries scrubbing each other.

That's a big difference from the Majesta......

I feel that way about the conversations and murmurs that are carried one after the other, and then the view that spreads in front of me.

A patterned plain stretches around the hills, with transparent lakes and miscellaneous woods on the right a short distance away, and many adventurers and mercenaries hunt and walk warcraft to earn money. Behind it stands the Fortress State Fortress.

A country with a wide territory if it includes plains and dotted miscellaneous forests, while no towns exist other than the King's Capital. Wangdu, the only inhabited area in the country and a huge fortress, is a small rocky mountain from a distance, with a large number of robust stone buildings connected and stacked around the tower that is the royal castle. Such an entire king's capital will be surrounded by deep and extensive moats and high and strong walls because it is built with the mind to fight humans and other races. It seems that the tall royal castle also serves as a viewing platform, and it was also seen from here that armed soldiers stood at equal intervals in a form along the edge of a circular rooftop, guarding their surroundings.

This is the country known as the cutting edge of the land ruled by man….

Beyond Fortrace lived a wide variety of species, such as beastmen with various animal properties, those who wrapped up scales called serpents and dragon men, and then those who specialized in magic called demons, and we humans call them subhumans with different looks, lifestyles, and cultures.

And Fortrace is a country where humans and subhumans are at the frontier and the only place to interact with them. Incidentally, it tends to be thought of as the front line of the human country because the royalty is human, but it is my feeling that the relationship between the fruit Fortrace and the subhumans is much deeper than those in other countries think, and their hearts are incalculable.

- Neither this country nor the black snake that it is based here will be a glimmer.

Looking back at my days at Fort Lace while observing the full spectrum of the Imperial Castle and Fortress, there is one sign of trampling the grass and approaching me.

- Master Doyle, we've got just the right prey on the water field.

Moving away from the royal castle, I drop my gaze at the foot of the hill for a call from Richter, who solidified himself with adventurer-inspired equipment such as a two-handed sword in leather armor. And when I saw the small pond that was serving as a drinking ground for the surrounding warcraft, I saw in my eyes a flock of warcraft moisturizing my throat like geese covered in steel as hard feathers called armor ostrich.

"Do you want to go? Dear Doyle."

"Of course."

If you nod mightily at Mr. Richter's words, the silver-dyed forehead plunders your sight due to the skill effect of [disguise], stopping you from moving unintentionally.

While dyeing with his own hands, he immediately regained his mind and pulled out an unfamiliar two-handed sword, even though he laughed bitterly without thinking that he had been deprived of consciousness for a moment by that same color as his mother. If you bring it, other adventurers and mercenaries will take the prey you found around the corner.

"I'll intercept, so Mr. Richter will ask for what he took away. Bran, just like you did earlier, go around behind the herd and kick Armor Ostrich out."

If I let Mr. Richter and his chestnut hair completely tell Bran on the board that, I would hear a reliable reply.

Copy that, sir.

"I'll take care of it!

Running cheerfully out to signal the sound of Mr. Richter pulling out his sword, Bran heads behind them as he arcs loudly to be noticed by Armor Ostrich. As I watched the sight, I called out to Julia, who was sheltering on top of a wooden beast that was incompatible with the hills.

"Julia. How are the mercenaries and adventurers around?

"Don't worry, the adventurer you just met is stopping stripping his hand and looking at you, and the mercenaries who were looking for their prey are stopping and looking up at Master Doyle."

"It's superimposed"

Deepen your grin at the words of Julia, who had guarded her surroundings from the top of her family to avoid being attacked by the Warcraft. Seems like it was worth the trouble to stand by the heavens of the hills and was killing time.

At the same time, I wondered if I heard Bran hissing, and Armor Ostrich, who noticed his enemies, ran out one after the other with a tall squeal that included vigilance. There will be thirty of them. The sight of the herd rushing toward the hill in unison with dodgy footsteps is spectacular, but fearless. It's more dangerous and scary in many ways to be chased by Grandpa and Celery for training. It is as cute as Armor Ostrich.

"Dear Doyle! I brought you!"

I waited until a crowd chased by Bran screaming like that approached the foot of the hill and I re-grabbed my sword as the lead began to climb the hill and stepped out toward Armor Ostrich.

"Well, I'll do my best to be a rumor"

"Take care"

Running out listening to Mr. Richter, I make a big dirt wall appear so that once I get down to the middle belly of the hill, I can be seen well by the tourists at the foot.

"[Earthwall]!

- Yay!

Armor Ostrich and the others, who suddenly lost their way by the dirt wall that appeared in front of them, stepped on their tentacles as they rang violently, spreading large feathers. Moving to sew between them like that, standing at the center of the herd, I activated my skills without hesitation.

"[Circle Dance]"

A body that moves to draw a circle to match the activated skill and a brilliant white blade.

It was only a few minutes after that that that Armor Ostrich sank to the ground without one left -.

Fortress city of Fortress Lace, the most advanced of the nations inhabited by man.

Many races are disturbed and still form the shape of the country, a country that conceived the danger that all the existing races could be allies and enemies, with the drawback that the rubbing that has occurred between individuals can easily develop into inter-racial problems.

Due to the large number of skirmishes, it has a history of residential areas being densely fortified in one part of the national territory. Because of such land patterns, the majority of the people living there are mercenaries, their families, some of them weapons makers, pharmacists, therapists, etc. Those who work as mercenaries frequently go to earn money, and there are many adventurers and merchants visiting to interact with different races, making it a country where people come and go intensely.

Therefore, it is easy to get inside the fortified country, but the closer you get to the centre where the Royal Castle is located, the tighter your security will be and the traffic will require rigorous scrutiny. Nevertheless, I don't know what security would be, but if you go in, you can pass by force, which makes it high, and a few people have tried to raid the royal castle. But they say there are no examples of successful attempts to collapse from the inside.

The reason is simple. Seventy percent of the inhabitants are active combatants, because even women, children and the elderly have the heart to fight. On top of that, if you tell me that some subpeople are good at spotting disguises and traps caused by magic and skills, it would be a natural consequence that the raid will not succeed.

With that in mind, I turn a blind eye to the people who are going around.

Currently, I am in the Fortrace, a boutique of materials that appraises and evaluates the quality of hunted warcraft. In that corner I keep my back on the wall, waiting for the officials who are counting the armor ostrich I hunted earlier.

"Brother, please, could you raise your assessment a little bit?

"You know that Fortrace's assessment criteria and buying prices are uniform, right? This forehead is the best."

Young officials who would be people with paper and feather pens say no to the wishes of a man with wolf-like gray ears and tails.

"I lost my nostalgia when I broke my weapon where I earned my money. Please!"

"That being said, my salary will be deducted if I put aside this quality."

"Do something there!

A man who lays down his ears and waves his neck sideways to a sobbing beast, next to him an official who thins and appraises the cat's eyes, and a human boy who awaits the results of the assessment with an anxious look, behind him a man with a convoluted body ear that encourages the boy. There was a wide variety of races involved in the shopping for materials bustling with adventurers and mercenaries who brought in their hunted prey and officials who ascertained and assessed the condition of the brought in warcraft.

But there seems to be a clear line between the people and the strangers, and although it draws attention, it doesn't come to my side except the officials.

"Thirty-two Armor Ostriches today. Is it all a flash of neck too..."

"Your mouth, nails, and feathers are in very beautiful condition,"

"This can be sold high to merchants and craftsmen. It wouldn't be a problem to color the buyout value."

I make my demands, looking out at the sloppily arranged armor ostrich, ignoring those responsible for grunting and the officials obsessed with the assessment with a voice that is neither frightening nor admirable.

"How long does it take to assess? I'm waiting for my people at a nearby store, so I'd like to eat first if it's going to take a while."

I don't care about the appraisal amount with words and attitudes, if I show that hunting this level of warcraft is easy for me, I get an impression and a favorable voice from the merchants who watched Armor Ostrich on the far roll. On the other hand, adventurers and mercenaries who had been assessed nearby received tongue-beating and worthy gazes.

Levi Mair, the head of the buying house, who looked over at the surrounding situation, which is hard to say peaceful, sighs loudly. And when he looked at me, he took the wooden plaque with the number carved out of his nose.

"... if you give me half a minute, it will be over, after that. As you know, we'll take care of it in the middle of the night, so come pick it up any time you want."

Levi, who copied the number that had been carved onto the paper at hand, offered a wooden plaque, omitting the explanation that was supposed to be given to the stranger. It's only been about ten days since I started showing my face to the boutique, but they remember my face for what it's worth bringing in tons of Warcraft in high quality conditions day after day.

- More than anything on schedule.

Having taken my back off the wall at the same time delighted in my heart with a situation that was so eyed that the person responsible himself responded, I reach for the wooden plaque held by my fingers covered in blue scales. Levi's fingertips that he is a dragon man are cold, and if he approaches him, his skin pops in the intense magic he wraps around, but he receives a wooden plaque without even giving it a bite, and throws it into the subspace in his veins.

It would be a disgusting attitude from the point of view of those who are struggling badly with the golden measures, but I have no problem here because I am a 'young and brilliant but therefore a little arrogant little boy'.

"Then I'll come back after dinner."

"Waiting for you"

With that said, Levi, who carefully broke his hips, slowly raised his face. And when I called my pseudonym in my mouth to try to walk away, I whispered with a flowing motion in my face.

"- Master Ruid. Please note that making too much flashy money generates unparalleled rumors. We are sensitive to landscapes and people who are likely to become sparks, and often the royal family moves for a speedy solution."

I whine in my heart that dialogue, which I was told softly in my ear to hear only me, finally came. Knowing or not such a chest, I spin more words looking at me so that the reptile-specific scaly eyes that show black standing muscles in Levi's gold looming near me blame it.

"Silver hair and purple eyes are rare even in Fort Lace, where various races are mixed, so it catches your eye. If that is a false color, all the more so."

"- Thank you for your advice."

Smile back slowly to the warning and he will stare at me with his faceless face. But I didn't spin any more words, and went back to work away with natural motion.

Was Levi's current advice arbitrary or was someone ordered to tell him so......

As far as I'm concerned, the latter is more desirable, but I walk out to the exit of the shopping office thinking about it.

I know you're disguised. You're making too much money and you're getting eyes from around you, so weigh yourself in. If you want to rub it, the royal family will move solemnly.

To sum up Levi's words, that would be the place.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this country, where the main income is mercenarism and the trade in materials for warcraft, it is a key position if you are to be in charge of a shopping office. If I were to take such threatening advice from someone, I would normally reflect that I have done too much...

- I'm waiting for that 'royal intervention', and I wonder what that dragon man will look like.

Thinking of golden eyes like the moon, he creeps out the shopping room door. The royal castle stands high in the sky as I look up on a narrow road lined with stone buildings in the raucous spring sun.

I didn't know the face of the black snake would pull into the royal castle...

When I left Handel, I could not imagine zero tongue pounding at the status quo. It seems that the face of the black snake climbed the castle as a royal-held mercenary three days before we set foot in the land.

From the timing, the face of the Black Snake most likely avoided me and went to the Royal Castle. Apparently they have a reason why they don't want to see me or negotiate.

He will do it staring at the distant royal castle nearby, and he will do it alone in his chest.

What country and the hardest business is for ordinary people to enter where the most honorable people in the country live. But you can't just call me Doyle von Aginis, who's supposed to be at Epis School, and ask me to enter the castle. If I reveal my identity in grandeur, there's no point in coming out of the Majesta in secret.

But you have to go to the royal castle to come into contact with the face of the black snake.

When it does, it can only be caught in the eyes of those who in some way have royal or considerable standing. The quick way to do this is to raise your kung fu, but there are no demon kings growing up in the periphery of Fort Lace, which rarely occurs in the eyes of the royal family.

In the first place, I don't have the time to wait long until something happens. Now and then, Maris and Zenos are likely to be leaping somewhere, and it's too late for anything to look back.

Well, you can't break into the royal castle. If you expose yourself, such as going up unauthorized to a castle in another country, you'll be turned into a war story in a hurry. Exercise of strength is a last resort.

That's how it bothered my head, which led me to a way of hunting warcraft flashly and making rough money. However, this is a big bet for me that I want to carry things in secret.

I must ask someone in the royal family or heavy minister of Fortraith to guess who I am and what I am and try to do it for a convenience, but I must not rub it in case in the process. If I make a debt here, then the Majesta could suffer from diplomacy or something.

While moving flashly, it is quite difficult to have to stand around buying grudges and not being attributed to them. I suppose you want to tell me to give up cooperation from the [ancient snake], but Hate, there are circumstances that can't be easily pulled down here.

Of course I want to secure my power, even if I let them go wild knowing Zenos exists, it could be my future. If you're not going to be one of us, you also have to think about your response to [the old snake].

- They will undoubtedly help, but if Maris and the others can get things done while I'm stuck with the power of the [old snake], I'm down.

I can't spend much time negotiating with the face of the black snake, but I'm also curious as to why I called Zion back, and I'd like to ask you not to leave them alone and then let them fall at your feet.

I honestly feel like it's been a pain in the ass, but fortunately my presence has already passed to the upper levels of Fortrace. From what Levi is doing today, things will move a lot if we move around a few more days.

- They made me go this far. I'll definitely worship that face soon.

I walked out early enough to the store where Mr. Richter and Julia were waiting as I consolidated my determination as I looked up at the royal castle.