Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

- The battle begins?

In the wake of the words dropped by Lord Scola, questions arise one after another as to why, where, and the whining of the mercenaries and soldiers go far. You can't expose me to something unusual in front of Lord Muske who wants me back home, but regret for a shocking confession rapidly occupies my chest, and thoughts are empty and good words don't come out of haste.

Not good as this. I want time to calm down if possible.

They're not sweet, though I hope so.

"It is unclear why the Dragon Nation, which did not originally like to contend, decided to march. Therefore there is no room for negotiation and we have to fight. Besides, this battle won't be a skirmish, it'll be a fierce, big battle like in the Great War. That's why my brother knew he was unfaithful and wanted to drive you back from this land. Right? Brother."

"That's what happened. I'm not saying anything bad, so take this information back to Majesta, where Celery and Xeno are. Even if Fortrace were pulled out and marched into the land of dragons, there would be both the Virgin and the Brave of Thunder Spears there, and you with three spirits on it would be able to protect them if you returned. Don't worry, I'll put it on Zion before you drop to Zenos."

I exhale loudly instead to Lord Skola and Lord Muske, who will soon be told to talk in immersion of my thoughts, with a grudge of desire to cry out to me for a moment.

- Calm down. If you lose your cool here, you'll just be rounded up and returned to the Majesta.

I have a lot to ask and I want to say, but if you want to keep your emotions rolling, it's more obvious than seeing fire that you don't need a kid who can't act calmly or anything. What we need here and now is not emotional theory, but a presentation of the benefits to be gained from using me.

Then what I should do is prioritize the information I want to obtain and confirm the valid bills.

The first question to ask is: Time for the Land of Dragons to reach Fortrace. Between the mountains and Fort Reyes, there are a number of sub-people like Beasts and Snakemen.

Next, about Zenos. Leaving it to Theon means he's already got a location to keep an eye on. Zenos needs to know where Maris is.

And the third is, what are you going to do about the Holy Tree in the Elf Forest? Like Zenos, there is a good chance that a lead to Maris is hidden in this case.

There are many things I would like to ask, such as the cause of my great-grandfather's death, the contract that Grandma Amelia broke, and why I even spotted the protection of Tierra, who is not here, but these are fine after the negotiations. Sion seemed to care about the promises made by his great-grandfather and Lord Muske, but I don't think he was dishonest or anything about the contract that he didn't even know existed from me, and if Grandma Amelia wanted the two of them to be free, it's not a story to pursue.

But you can't pull the Zenos and Holy Tree thing off. All the more so if the battle is already about to begin. If there is a battle between the elves and the humans, this will start the battle on both sides of Fortrace. If that happens, there will be more blood on this continent than there was during the Great War.

- Plus I catch on to the fact that I don't know the purpose of the Land of Dragons.

It's a story reminiscent of King Lowell, who was famous to you, Sage. It wouldn't be irrelevant.

If I looked up where my thoughts had gathered, my gaze bumped with Lord Muske and Lord Scola, who were waiting for a response. Finally, it is time for negotiations.

"- First of all, thank you for your honest disclosure of information"

Sion and Ries, who look complicated, then Lord Sumba, who looks bad, and then the mercenaries and soldiers who push and kill the confusion, try to correct their posture and tell them so in a calm voice as they watch the three of us.

And if we looked back without distracting ourselves from the two of us so that we could not understand the upset, Lord Scola responded blinkingly, whether it was surprising or impressive.

"No, that's natural. You have a right to know."

"Still, thank you. There are a lot of questions I'd like to ask you, but I'd like to keep them in your ears before I ask questions or draw conclusions."

The pinnacle of stupidity, such as appealing to emotion, becoming emotional during negotiations. I come to the negotiations, recalling what was said by Sebastian and Prime Minister Libro a long time ago and, more recently, by Lady Celery.

"- Well, your husband said with this," Yes. I get it. "You're not the kind of person to back off."

"? Right. Our beloved child."

I look to Lord Scola and Lord Muske as I tighten my cheeks loosening to the delightful Albione and the voice of Lafar responding to her in such a strange way. I didn't get anything here, so Ellis and Lord Sumva, who cooperated, of course, are bad for Richter and Julia, who are doing something else.

"First of all, pursuing a man named Zenos is not my only purpose."

"What?"

"I'm behind Zenos, my goal is to stop a man named Maris from trying. Maris is the descendant of a dry ad demon king with dark, confusing red eyes and hair, and is good at manipulating negative emotions."

Lord Muske and Lord Skola and then some of the mercenaries breathe in the words' black and confusing red eyes and hair '. Because there were so many older people, probably people who had stood on the battlefield with their mothers as [black snakes].

While I run my gaze to see who reacted, I'll disclose the information so I can fold it. Just in return.

"As you can guess, Maris is of the same family as those whom his wife and the Musketeers called 'the Gentiles'. In the days of the war, his clan seemed not only to manipulate King Lowell, but to descend on the battlefield himself to incite everyone's negative feelings and intensify the war. This matter has been confirmed by his wife's diary and by his clan. Maris used Xenos and tried to harm Majesta. Again, it looks like we were about to have a war. And I'm still leaping somewhere without wreaking disaster. I don't think the events Ries has had or the recent famous Bandits of the Beasts in Fort Reyes have been influenced by that leap."

You understand that you are trying to swallow my words, and the complexion of Lord Scola and Lord Muske gradually changes.

"- No way, fight on both sides?

"I don't think so."

I hear you've come to the same conclusion as me, Lord Scola. If you snort at her, she will cover her mouth with her eyes. As someone involved in Fortraith's diplomacy, I'm guessing you're thinking about the impact and damage if it materializes.

If you turn your attention to Lord Muske while observing the reaction not to respond incorrectly to Lord Skola who changed his complexion, you will hear a roar along with a difficult expression from here.

"Not good, Scola. Zenos' latent destination is Handel. It's also close to the inside."

"That sucks again. In the unlikely event that Handel stops functioning, you won't be able to anticipate adding weapons, and if Agricult drops, the food will be devastating. That way Fortrace can't fight. Depending on the purpose of the dragon kingdom, the human kingdoms will soon fall when the three kingdoms become bare."

"I also wonder if Maris' breath is on the reason for the march in the Land of Dragons. Don't you think it sounds like Fatalia, like a moderate country marching abruptly?

Add my opinion to the conversation between Lord Sumva and Lord Skola, and you two will be silenced with a stern face. From what I told you earlier about Maris and my own past experience, I guess I imagined what kind of flow was about to happen in the future.

It's time for a fight......

Apparently, you took me into account. I appreciate Lord Muske's feelings, but it's not a sweet situation. You both seem to have figured that out, and it would be here if we were to negotiate.

"First I'd like to head over to Handel and go after Ries and Zenos, but can you help me with the information and the [ancient snake]?

If you say what I want where you are convinced you can push it off, Lord Scola seeps stray into its face, and Lord Muske deepens the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It's..."

"I was the lightest man to head to Handel, and Lord Muske and Lord Scola thought it would be best to prepare for battle while exploring the reasons for the march between the bandits and the dragon kingdom in this land."

Evidence that my mind is shaking at a time when I don't slash away without worrying. In fact, the idea of how to use me has come to mind, unlike before in Lord Scola's face, when I suggested that I should fold it up. But Lord Muske did not break so easily.

"Well, you're going home to Majesta, and you have a hand in bringing Zeno and Celery over here. Those two would be impeccable as a force of war, and they would have good reason to fight. Leave it to the old man to study in a safe place."

Lord Scola, who was on tour, raised his face and turned to me in response to the suggestion made by Lord Muske.

- Chip! Do something extra.

This is a bad rush to Lord Scola, who sees clearly that he doesn't think the proposal his brother put out is bad either. But.

"Whatever. You've always been and always will be a grandson to Non."

'Cause I'm retired. Enjoy the rest of your life and wait for the day when you'll come to figure it all out and report it. "

I can't think of any grandfathers who finally let go of their weapons and call them back to the battlefield. Besides, you two wouldn't have come if I hadn't died. They believed I could do it, and they dropped me off.

At the same time, I realize there's nothing wrong with that. There is no falsehood in the two words, such as leaving it to me. It would be extremely difficult to move the feelings of the grandfathers who decided to do this once, even if Lord Muske and Lord Skola were old friends, who had not even known the requests of Prime Minister Libro and Chief Elba.

"- You two aren't coming when I tell you what's going on. Yes, you promised me."

"Stupid. They can't grow up that easy."

I got some room back. If I shake my neck loose, Lord Muske says so and laughs with his nose. I respond calmly to that attitude without putting it on the surface, even as I am muddled by that attitude that made me look like a little fool.

These types of human beings learn from Master Celery's standing behavior that it is more damaging to be handled lightly without absurd emotions. While I recall the methods I learned from Master Celery, I look in my memory for something to prove that the two of you are not coming.

"As you've seen, Master Sumva lost to me. Since then, all public office has been returned and he has now spent the rest of his life at Aginis Mansion. Also, when Lady Celery was declared to leave the matter to me, he gave me a cane that he always used as proof that he would not return to the tabular stage -"

"He said Celery let go of his favorite cane!?

Arranging matters that might come to mind, Lord Muske rose up with a rattling noise down the cane. If you look closely, Lord Scola is also eyeing, and I could see that it was quite a shock to both of them that Master Celery let go of the wand.

"... trying to borrow that cane for a second, my brother Celery almost killed me, didn't he?"

"No, seriously. It may not be a wand that Amelia gave it away. He let it go."

I make a fuss that I can't believe the word that Lord Musuke was about to be killed, but it feels like something even from me. Master Celery has his hands ahead of his mouth, and the firepowder that comes down is a thorough knock out. There's also the protection of the fia, and I'm not at all uncomfortable beating up the elves.

I open the subspace and retrieve the cane I received from Master Celery, thinking it was an imaginable sight. Then carefully untie the cloth that was wrapped, and head to Lord Muske, who still spins the word of denial, to poke at the evidence.

"It was this wand that I received."

"This is it!

"That's the wand Celery took care of..."

Lord Muske glanced and noticed me walking out. Lord Scola stood up and peered into the wand and exhaled with admiration. I opened my mouth softly as I glanced at the complexion of the two men who were trying to swallow the shock I had suffered.

"My grandfather and Master Celery told me that we would leave the Majesta thing to the generation below us. Believe me, more than I entrusted to you, until that moment when the crisis is imminent in your own eyes, you two will not have your weapons in your hands again. And I'm here now because I want it to be."

Yes, I spin what I want and slowly raise my face off the wand. And as I stared at Lord Muske and Lord Scola from the front, I told him.

"I'll make sure it does. So trust me, will you?

Staring at each other without distracting yourself, a few seconds or minutes?

I wondered if I could hear him exhale inadvertently, Lord Muske distorted his face and Lord Scola narrowed his eyes with a glare.

"... chip. Fucking kid."

"If that's it, there's no choice."

"Bye."

If you ask that in anticipation of their reaction, Lord Scola nods with a sigh.

"The fact that the wand is here means Celery won't come, as you say. The Zeno story is also true and probably futile from what I've contacted. For what the Duke and Amelia couldn't make it easier for you, you have the feeling that... you can't turn your back on me, and I'll leave the matter of Zenos and Elves to you. Isn't that nice? Brother."

"... oh"

To the words of Lord Scola, Lord Muske, who seemed unhappy but nodded, sits dokably in his chair. It's an unscrupulous and extreme attitude, but now that the character of Lord Muske has somehow been grasped, there's nothing frustrating about it. On the contrary, I accidentally held my fist in the words of affirmation spun with a wrinkle between my eyebrows as usual.

But also for a while.

I can get three hands on my shoulders and arms soaking in joy: pong, pong, pong. And.

"Young lady," "Lord Doyle," "Doyle."

My shoulders bounce bickerely on the three low voices I heard from up close.

Shit. I totally forgot...

I remember being obsessed with making Lord Muske and Lord Skola acknowledge their existence as a delight on the other side of complete oblivion, with an unpleasant sweat on my back. But they can escape the three hands that gradually strengthen.

After the often grinding vine, I look back in perception to the silent pressure I feel from the twitching increasing power of my fingers.

"" Come on, let me explain it to you. ""

Then, as you can imagine, Sion, Sumba and Ries were standing right next to me, very upset by being left with half the information.