Black Haired King

"… is that what Redius is aiming for… is the way"

Victoria, who was listening to me in silence, when my story was over, she thought about it. Well, maybe it was a little too steep.

"Well, that's where my dreams are. I want to create a world where people don't discriminate because of the color of their hair. Do you laugh that Victoria can't?

When I asked myself how I felt, Victoria looked serious and shook her neck to the side.

"That's not true. I support Redius' dream."

"Right. Thanks for that."

I accidentally thanked Victoria. If Victoria seriously told me, I'd come out naturally. Then Victoria smiles scared again.

"So, I haven't heard why you were looking at slave traders earlier?

Whoa, yeah. I would have forgotten if I hadn't dared to tell you about my dreams before I left you behind. I want you to stop that scary smile because I'll talk to you right away. Because she's usually cuter laughing.

"Well, I was looking at a slave trader because of a dream I just told you about"

"? Why do slaves have anything to do with the dreams I just told you?

"First of all, you know that territorial nobles are allowed to have private soldiers, right?

"That's for sure. Apart from the Royal Army, territorial nobles are allowed to have private soldiers so that they can protect the territory they heal from warcraft, bandits, etc. However, more than having a private soldier, that private soldier must be hired by the nobles individually, not by the state."

Victoria explains it with a snort.

"I'm going to make that private soldier when I get back to my territory."

"No way...... in slavery?

"Well, I wish we had a good bunch of guys to recruit, but most of them would be taken by other nobles. Then when it comes to what is otherwise likely to be instant power, there will only be slaves"

Victoria looks sinister in my words. Oh, that's kind of a fresh look. Pretty even with wrinkles between the eyebrows. But well, I know how Victoria feels.

Slaves also have a variety of people, but most of them come together who have been sold because they have committed a crime or their necks have stopped spinning because of debt.

It could also be called reduced food support. Not all horns are criminals.

"... I see why you go to the slave trader. But why gather private soldiers? Aren't there supposed to be soldiers in old Gremond territory, too?

"That's all, then, because it's overwhelmingly not enough, and I think they'll run away before they go,"

……

Victoria tilts her neck, cute and cotton, without knowing what I meant.

"One of my purposes is to open up the Great Plains."

"... Huh?

Gashan!

And there's the sound of the glass breaking. The source of the sound is under Victoria's feet. Victoria was surprised by what I said and dropped the teacup she had in her hand trying to drink.

"Are you okay, customer!?

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I broke the cup. To apologize for this."

Victoria says so and takes the silver coins out of the bag she had. The employee looks at the counter and the dundee guy who was asking about this one there nods. Maybe he's the manager of this store.

Employees receive silver coins from Victoria and clean up teacup fragments scattered on the floor. And when he brought me a new drink, the employee went to another desk.

"Cohon! So, are you serious about what you said earlier?

"Oh, I mean it"

Great Plains

Unexploited land south of the kingdom of Albus. When I first moved, the Viscount of Questria became the southernmost part of the Albust kingdom, and beyond it all became the Great Plains.

The Great Plains, in the warehouses of the Warcraft, strike whomever enters them, irrelevant. They also have S-rank Warcraft inside.

Instead, it is also a treasure trove of resources. Minerals that have not been dug out at all, in fresh water, in food that grows from many trees.

Countries send out soldiers after them, but they refuse along the way. The reason would still run out of many warcraft. Besides, they have tribes in the Great Plains that don't belong to any country.

You think it forms a unique culture unlike any other country? You think it looks different? You think there are only beautiful men and beautiful women? There are various rumors but I don't actually know.

"If I can do something that no one could have done, I can get close to my purpose. I was a private soldier for that, and that's why I was watching the slave traders."

I heard what I said. Victoria looked down and I don't know what look she has.

Well, some parts of the story are suddenly confusing. I drink the beverage I ordered, a black beverage called Coby. It's bitter, but that's another delicious drink.

drinking it, Victoria, who was thinking of something, looked up and

"Will you let me help you too!?