Border Guardian Hal Akircius

The next morning she woke up with the morning sun that she gave through the woods and the sound of the little birds, Ellesia noticed that she was asleep with Hal's knees as pillows.

Hal rows the boat with depression and Walrus.

Hal stood on his body with his assembled long bow pinched aside, and about five arrows protruded to the ground near him.

I guess he prepared for the raid of beasts and night thieves, but Erlacia doesn't remember when Hal released the bow and arrow.

Thinking about that with a blurry sleeping head, Ellesia looks up at the sleeping face as she puts her head on Hal's lap.

I do that for a while, then spin the words small, like a little awkward, and silly.

"... he's quite a man..."

The face is shallower overall than that of the nations living on a continent with deep carvings and clear facial irregularities, giving the impression of serenity, but shapely eyebrows on muscled nose beams, pulled and tied lips give a sense of prinkiness.

Seen in the face of Hull, which combines the purity of a boy with the rigour of a man to represent his character and power, Erlacia recalls yesterday's battle between bandits and Hull.

Flying into the middle of the bandits, severely upset by a fellow flipping over with his legs pierced by a five-striped arrow flying from the shade of a tree, Hal trumped up the five remaining bandits who shook their swords with a flowing body.

After hearing several blade sounds without ever letting the weapon vibrate, only Hal, who quietly holds the sword into his sheath, is standing.

Though the bandits breathed, they lay on the ground sealed of any resistance.

Erlacia, who had been teased of monkey grubbing and rolled over to the side of the fireworks, noticed that another bandit had come to plunder the prey called herself, but sighs of relief at Hull's first voice.

"... whoops!? What is this beauty!!?

Released from the rope, Erlacia asked Hal, who named the imperial border guardian, for protection, and Hal, who was looking for directions from the fold, accepted this, so he decided to accompany him.

Hal notices and wakes up to Elleysia, who has wandered off to look at Hal's face from the front a little more.

"Oh, you're up.

"Yes... oh, no..."

"... don't make strange noises.

Hal pushes Erlacia's shoulder gently or forcefully to get up, and she rips the blanket off all the way and gets up herself.

Erlacia, forced to wake up and taken up the blanket, raises a protest, but Hal does not go through with it, returning the arrow that was protruding to the arrow barrel and taking the bow string off.

"I want to get to the village by noon today, get on the horse, so let's hurry.

"Can I accompany you?

"... unwillingly, but I can't help it, because I have to secure a corner on the raven, first of all.

reluctantly nodding at Ellesia's words, Hal quickly packs his bags, carries it on himself, and lifts Ellesia slightly.

"Shall I ask you to work?

"What?"

Ellesia stares at Hull with anticipation and agitation for words she unexpectedly held up and didn't even think she'd refused as much as she did last night.

But as he flushed his gaze at Erlacia in a hot way, Hal put Erlacia on his slightly empty horseback.

"... what is it ~!"

"... what?

"It's terrible, let me hope..."

"... what do you expect from directions?

A subtly unmeshed conversation.

Hal answered Erlacia's protest with a tired voice, grabbed the reins to mouth the horse, and began to take the forest trail.

Being the chief of the Armar tribe, Alchiando conceives of a single document emanating from the Empire before him.

This is the mansion of Alchiando, the chief of the Almar, in the heart of the village.

Among other things, there was a large cafeteria full of the villagers.

"You think he's a border guard? Why are things like this being dispatched now?

Elders and thinkers crush.

"I haven't had anything like that in over forty years.

And those around them snort at the bewildering voice of the young man.

Request text addressed to the chief, issued in formal form.

It was noted there that he would entrust the Border Guardian Officer and send him as a representative for the Cliffona region, and he had been requested by Arkiando to facilitate it.

There is no need at all for the Armar tribe, who are border guardians and imperial officials with jurisdiction and were previously outside the empire anyway.

Yes, but it is the late request, but the opponent who came out is the administration of that mighty empire.

I can't even make it unobstructed.

It was pretty late at night, but there was nothing to say about anyone leaving alone, and the village was surrounded by quiet excitement.

Because the Almar are a tribe belonging to the Cliffonam people and live in the southern Cliffona region, located in the southernmost part of the northern border, they interact deeply with the Setria countries along the coast of the Inland Sea, beginning with the Empire early on, and are relatively imperial to both cultural and customs among the people of Cliffonam.

Most importantly, the thoughts of the Armar tribe aiming for a concerted route were off, and the interaction with the empire, which had recently begun to degenerate, could not be said to have been successful, but had become part of the peripheral tribe plagued by the empire's intimidating diplomatic posture and the tyranny and entry by its imperials.

Although there were times when, temporarily, we forged a reciprocal alliance with the Cetrian countries and with the empire's predecessor, the Kingdom of Haria, to give us a glimpse on the northern border, as the times passed, the tribes lost power in the civilization and plague brought about by the empire, as well as in the population exodus to the empire due to various factors.

Afterwards, after the assignment of the Border Guardian Officer, it appeared that the establishment of the Imperial State would be peacefully incorporated into the Empire, but in the form of being drawn to other tribes by the great rebellion of the people of Cliffonam against the Empire, which took place forty years ago, but regaining a uniform autonomy.

While pledging a unified subordination to the Fried tribe, led by the Alford hero King, which is now a major force in Central Cliffona, the period of relative peace continued by managing to maintain a coordinated interaction while reaching several times and to the point of bankruptcy with an attitude on the part of the Empire.

It is a request from an empire that descended there and boiled.

What would you think if the heroic king, who took the lead in the rebellion forty years ago and pushed the forces of the empire back to the border before the state was set up, found out about this?

Even from the moderate, Arkiando, this request is somewhat rampant, and if we receive only the literature properly, I can only assume that it provokes the people of Cliffonam, no matter what they think.

"What the hell is the Empire thinking... do you want to go to war?

It is each other who is not in such a situation.

The empire is becoming pervasive in corruption and chaos with the addition of royalty and officials to factional strife within the army.

Meanwhile, Cliffonam has an old hero king's successor issue on the rise.

Elders who once fought the Empire with King Alford exhale deeply and look resentfully at the seeds of trouble created with fine parchment.

"... even though we've lost momentum, the Empire is an empire, and we know what kind of ploy we're working on. Then no, we should ask the Hero King once.

"No, it's better to follow the Empire here!

With one of the elders opening his views and a bloody young man rebutting it, Arkiando's mansion happened to be caught in a vortex of debate, incandescent in an instant.

As far as I am concerned, there is a conflict between the opinion that the hero king should have discretion and reject the guardian officer and the opinion that he should follow the empire and accept the guardian officer.

Arkiando asks about the people who debate it enthusiastically for a while and waits for their opinions to be aggregated.

"I don't know what to do, chief.

Eventually the debate naturally went down in flames and the first elder to speak asked Archiando to vote.

"... As far as the notification from the Empire goes, we do not ask for the acceptance of the Guardian Officers against us, it is just stated that the Empire was once based and will be in the Cilentium.

"But there is no way that people can live in such a place, and in the end we will take care of the nearest one.

Cilentium is the ruin of an imperial city in the south-western direction of the village, the state capital Harmonium of Cliffona Superior, which once flourished as the northernmost state of the empire.

Named in the sense of a city of harmony, Harmonium flourished as a centre of continental land routes, also known as Caputo Nomur (capital of the North) because of its prosperity.

The people of Cliffonam to the north, and the people of Oran to the west, and the merchants of East Photography to the east went far beyond the desert and the Great Forest, and the merchants of Siluha to the southeast, and the monuments of the Empire gathered from the south, and were inwardly and outwardly crowded no less than the capital of the world.

Forty years ago, however, in the great rebellion of Cliffonam, the spike-harmonium of the Imperial Capital is heavily attacked by Alford, the hero king of Cliffonam.

The Imperial 21st Corps of Urban Guard fought resolutely but without being overwhelmed, and the Harmonium fell, and the state of Cliffona Superior virtually disappeared.

Still, he defended the city, said to have fallen in three days, for five months, ending up challenging King Alford with a full creation, and the anecdote of the leader of the Army of Altrius, who was defeated after a fierce struggle, is still told in the Empire.

Now known as Cilentium (the capital of silence), only the disastrous remains of the Necromancer Evil Spirit's garrison from midday, an abandoned city that, although the Empire continues to describe the province of Cliffona Superior in writing and on the map, has already been lost for a long time and not leaned on by people other than to visit the Empire's treasure hunt and arms test.

An elder who noticed something turned to Arkiando.

"What if... a left transition?

Alchiando snorts at the word.

At each end of the sentence, there is a vibe that I want you to take care of it, but you don't have to worry about it.

Inside the Empire, the bitterness and strife among officials and military personnel, which is turned into a daily tea meal, was blowing to the edge.

"... doesn't seem like it's going to bring in any troops or officials in particular to revive the state, you'll need to let King Alford know, but I think it's a good idea to accept it, it looks like you're already on your way here.

"Hmm, I'll just have to put up with it for a year or two..."

A large number of people decide on the words of the young man, and Arkiando immediately sends out to King Alford a messenger who made him have the text of an empire.

And he began to prepare to accept the border guardian.