Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Visiting the castle with the pails and mercenaries dressed as maids, escorts, etc., before waiting, less than a day. I was finally taken to a room like a small guest room by a visitor who showed up, and I was currently waiting for King Plata with one of the escorts allowed to accompany me.

The townships you can see outside the windows are surrounded by the sun and the bulk of the building lights are already out.

- What is going on with Lord Doyle and the others?

I think of them after we broke up, looking at the scenery that makes us realize that we've been waiting a long time. I've been caged in the castle all morning trying to figure out if I was running around town or following a newly found clue, or if I was already confronted with an enemy. I had no way of knowing their trends, and I sighed zero myself.

My brother is good at doing things like putting up with an opportunity coming, not my pattern. Therefore, I would rather go help Lord Doyle or Zion, who would be running, than sitting still in a place like this, but there are only things I can do, my brother Wang.

- Not like back then when I could do anything.

If I'm not young enough to be driven by emotions and act anymore, I'm not so clueless or helpless that I can't figure out what I'm supposed to be.

That reminds me of about twenty years ago now.

There was a demon king in Agricult, my neighbor in Fort Lake, with a jaw that gently chewed up over a hundred pairs of walking limbs and rocks. The man, known as the King of Worms, had made himself a territory on the road from Agricult to Fort Reyes, and had terrorized many mercenaries and load-carrying merchants and their loads.

But the glory of the Bug King will not last forever.

The Demon King was struck by a white, sober thunder unleashed by the brave men of Thunder Spears and left the world.

I wasn't watching the moment of crusade up close. I was twelve at the time, and Lord Alan and Lord Serena didn't allow me to take to the battlefield, so I was just watching their fierce battle on a hill far away with a mercenary who was followed as my companion.

It's a bitter memory of a young day that bit through humiliation, but I have me now because the various emotions I had that day were engraved and grounded in my brain without fading.

Even though I was far enough away to see their presence critical at the time, I wanted to escape the scene to the roar of the Demon King rocking the earth. I regret the helplessness of such an unwilling self that I cannot even repay an arrow to the Demon King, who has done so much damage to the people of Fortraith. Besides, the idea that even Lord Alan and Serena, who became close in the days of searching for the demon king's nest, would feed him didn't disappear, and he was trembling at the fear of losing it and the heartbreak left by the demon king in his surviving world.

So the moment the white light ran from heaven and the sign of the Demon King disappeared, I completely forgot the presence of my companion and ran the horse to them. The desolate earth you see as you approach tells the story of the intensity of the battle, and rushed into their presence as they leaned anxiously in their hearts to shake off the bad imaginations that would pass behind their brains.

Lord Alan, who welcomed me like that, smiled proudly, even though he was supported by Lord Serena.

'- As promised, we won without anyone calling. Sumva'

My eyes looking up at you as hard as I could and sitting on the ground were powerful and straight everywhere, and I looked very good even though I was worn out.

I yearned for such a thunder spear brave figure. It was something I hoped to be like Lord Alan one day, but that will eventually be a good memory. I have never forgotten my intent to defend my country with this hand, but with each age I have learned that I cannot be like a brave man, and I have come to hope that every time I see the smile of my people, there will be no new calamities or anything.

I can't be a brave man.

But that's fine.

I can't believe there's a brave man in Foretrace. If this had happened, there would have been more whispers with the Subhumans than there are now. Even though the relationship between our country and the countries of the subpeoples consists of a dangerous equilibrium, it is no surprise that the imagination of invasion by men is inflated if there is a powerful being.

Growing up and even being able to think about our relationship with the surrounding countries, I sincerely believe so. Though I admire that overwhelming strength as a single samurai, the power of the brave is too great for the royalty of a country that exists in the subtle position of Fortrace.

So I was not dissatisfied with myself right now, but wished the time had passed peacefully as it was.

The thought was made stronger by the thought that those people were also the parents of men to the figure of the brave man and the Virgin of Thunder Spear, who watched his son's engagement with joy.

But life is not so sweet.

Now the scourge of a demon king wielding more mighty than a bug king is about to swallow not only his country, but also Agricult, Handel and, at the end of the day, even the nations of the subpeople. And once the cross-racial feud begins, the continent will be engulfed in more than his great war.

- There must be no such thing.

I look to King Prata, who has finally shown himself, as he solidifies his will to avoid whatever sounds like Fortraith and Handel's diplomacy.

"- I couldn't adjust the time in time because it was a sudden visit and I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"No. I just want to thank you for this face-to-face because it turns out I want to talk to you promptly"

If you stand up and make him wait with gratitude and return it to King Plata like that, Pickle and Eyebrow move. But to put it well, there was no further disturbance of a calm grin that mimicked a serious, or worse, neurotic face.

- I just let go of saying "Give me the throne" to the previous king.

Halfway impressed by Lord Pinez's boldness as he put it, he bows down according to King Prata, who urges him to take his seat with a strange face, whether he knows me or not roaring in his chest.

It's me and King Plata in the room, then each other's escorts one at a time. I guess the less of this person is to talk belly broken, and depending on the content of the story, to decide that he didn't have the very fact that he talked to me. Because I'd still rather hear it out than be begged for help but bounced off, excusing that I didn't know something was going on or something.

That is, depending on what the story says, a sign that King Plata is here ready to trump Fortrais.

It would also have been a bitter decision for the late King Plata to lose the relationship he had built so far. There was a lot of trade, such as priority wholesale of Warcraft material instead of having weapons and household items accommodated.

But it is a painful loss to take requests from other countries here if you think about the future of your own country, which will be contending with the elves, and it is more likely that other countries will not want anything in return if it becomes a fortrace that could be at war with the land of dragons. It is only natural as a king to take his own interests over the convenience of another country, and I can understand that feeling with me.

"- Well, Lord Sumva. Quick, but let's get down to business without a priori. I know you've already guessed because I've kept you waiting a long time, but my country is very busy right now. Therefore, there can be no more cooperation in the battle against Fortrace and the Dragon Nation than the exports presented yesterday. Based on this, please tell us about the facts you would like to discuss promptly."

King Plata uttered harsh words as if to affirm my imagination.

Apparently, Handel is moving toward battle faster than we thought, as we can see from the way he spins words in a tone that doesn't break his expression but is slightly earlier than yesterday. From the eyes and voices of King Plata, who sits in front of him though his waist is tender, he is hasty and irritated, and then there is a glimpse of fatigue.

I'm standing in the war, that doesn't sound like it. Either you feel uncomfortable and concerned...

Originally, Handel focuses on commerce, and he is not good at fighting to come to diplomacy with economic activities and hardware rather than force, which is also more likely to suffer a great defeat if the opponent becomes an elf, but more than a country, there are not many inevitable fights to protect the people or keep them in shape. Losses alone, like commerce, make the country.

A good laugher such as the former king being kidnapped and crying asleep, but even if he can't get economic sanctions or anything in the non-interactive elf but is therefore not good at it, Handel has to take the weapon. On top of that, we have to abandon our relationship with Fortrace, and if my real father's safety is unknown, King Plata's chest will be rough.

Quickly, I choose the words while I measure the mood of King Prata, who is a little younger than I am. For the first time without the presence of the former king, the hard work of giving me a decision as king by myself is probably enormous.

"- I have come to tell you that this visit will take place in the future and that I hope you will not fight because the dispute between your country and the Elves is likely a plot orchestrated by a third party."

I don't think King Plata will miscalculate to this extent when he tells Lord Pinez he is excellent, but I have decided that it is better to avoid rushing for each other, and I will pass on the information as soon as I succeed.

"Inside Handel and Elf, there is a third party depicting the situation facing Fortrace and the Land of Dragons. The aim is probably to recreate the Great War - no, to burn the continent with more war than that. And in order to prevent it, a mercenary regiment called Lord Ries and Duke of Doyle von Aginis of Majesta, now the grandchildren of the Elf's chief, and then [the ancient serpent], at the request of Lord Doyle, is in the dark to capture the mastermind. And twenty years ago, we, Fortraith, betrayed the work of Lord Doyle, as he entrusted a glimmer of hope to the line of the brave men and Virgin of Thunder Spears."

If you put it that way looking to King Plata, there was silence in the room that you couldn't even hear breathing.

There is no longer a grin on King Plata's face, and the escort waits now or now for that time when he will kill his breath and his master will make his decision.

Dozens of seconds or minutes to spend like that. King Plata opened his mouth without much time.

"- - I've always wondered, is that why you, the famous samurai of Fortrace, are in this land, not the front line"

In that inquiry I exhale admiration and relief in my heart.

- That's the successor to the Diplomatic King.

Lord Doyle and the others will not be aware of what it means to have not the Queen or His Royal Highness the King, but the brave King's brother in this land as a messenger. I nodded loudly as I stroked my chest down that it had been passed on safely.

"Oh. Your Majesty has ordered me to crush and help you"

"And your blonde companion came into the castle with a white horse?

"Lord Doyle's beloved horse was a brilliant white horse. There was no way, but considering we were going after the bad guys, it was a shame to take the magic and time to get through the barracks."

"Really?"

Though the expression of King Plata, who finally began to immerse the word in his thoughts again, is still stiff, it is not as frustrating as it was at the beginning of the discourse, and instead seeps in a chill that accounts for success or failure. I guess I'm estimating against the information in my head as to what kind of judgment I can make without harming the handel the most.

It makes me want to pull my shoulders out of the atmosphere where I might be able to play my part, but I often wait and maintain my posture in preparation for the words that King Plata would utter after the tour.

King Plata, with a calm grin, looks at me and asks slowly.

"- The achievements of the former king are glorious, and there are still many believers. Let me tell you I'm one of them. So we planned a search inside the elf, knowing that it could trigger a battle, but it would only cause a lot of damage if we fought the elves. So riding a bet isn't a bluff either. However, if you take the bet, it is absolutely necessary that you bring your father back alive, and if you fail to meet it, how can you be held accountable?"

"Let's give this neck away as a bad guy. I'll make sure His Majesty can take care of the rest."

Only the escorts were surprised by my response.

King Plata nodded with a flat expression of how he expected the answer, spinning the words as if to read up the letters written on paper.

"Then let me forbid the people of Handel to move on this matter. However, think that it's only five days that you can stop it completely. Regardless, if we find someone trying to move, we will prevent them responsibly, but it is impossible to monitor the entire population at four or six hours, so please be aware that the more time passes, the more information will spread and more people will steal and act."

"Enough."

"So, business negotiations are in place. I have to get started, so excuse me."

King Prata, who said so and tightened, heads to the door early when he also rises there to greet him. But I took a few steps and by the way, I accidentally stopped and looked back.

"Let me tell you something, the fulfillment period is until I'm picked up by someone as a fool king, right? If I lose my life before my father finds out if I'm safe, I may not be able to clean things up where you were named as a bad guy."

I laugh bitterly when I notice that King Plata's gaze is directed at the guard behind me, even though I look at a dialogue that puts our lives at risk to each other.

Speaking of which, I didn't tell anyone about his life from His Majesty.

"Oh, I know."

"Let everyone know."

"I know."

Nodding, King Plata left the leftover room saying please. That's how the silence falls between me left in the room and the mercenary replacing the escort.

Well, I don't know what to do...

Feel the stinging gaze on my back, while cruising how to stop it.

It's a little glorious that I didn't want to be a burden to Lord Doyle for not telling anyone about His Majesty's life.

I don't want to rub my mind any more, even though Lord Doyle, who only lives about half of himself, is running so hungry. Besides, where the hell am I supposed to spend this life without betting on the royal family of Fort Reyes, defending my country?

Twenty years ago, I couldn't do anything.

But there's a lot I can do right now.

Even if this life comes at a price, there is no hesitation in transferring it to action if you remember the humiliation of that day. Because.

"- What value to a royal family that cannot fight to protect its own country and people. Fortrace is our country."

If I spoke the words I had held since that day twenty years ago, I felt that my blaming gaze would only soften a little.