Border Guardian Hal Akircius

"You're getting busy, aren't you?

"Uhm."

On a fresh water flowing water bridge with a touch of light noise.

Sitting on a water bridge, elbowed to his knees, and standing beside Aquarius with his chin on his palm, Altrius in his arms.

The sun sets, and at the end of their gaze there are countless incendiaries where the Orans, who have reached the city, are cooking dinner.

Uniquely its face is bright and full of relief given a place of peace.

There is an irresistible grin on Altrius' face, especially against Aquarius, who has no expression.

"... you look happy? Altrius. '

'Well, naturally, there was no madness in my eyes.

In response to Aquarius' inquiry, Altrius answers with his arms untied and his hands on his hips.

"In a couple of days' time, you'll have to work well, but I'll take some time off this evening.

I don't care who comes, but if you're having fun, that's fine.

When Aquarius pulls Altrius's hand and lets him sit next to him, he deposits his temple and head on his shoulder.

Only the water noise wraps around for a while, but Aquarius said it was pompous.

"... I wish I'd thrown away my clumsiness when I was a person, but that's no different, you, I like it.

'That's the face of it... but it's good to have someone who understands beside you.

Ugh.

Satisfied with Altrius' answer, Aquarius embraced people from the side with laughter included.

The following day, Erreisia, who leaves Cilentium early in the morning with four Oran female warriors of escort, arrives in the village of Almar as early as noon to meet with the chief, Arkiando.

"Is that food for 500 people? And for a few months!?

"Yes, it is, I don't think we can arrange this village alone, but if you have surplus food, could you give it to me? Of course I'll pay the consideration.

In front of the stunned Alkiando of the Armar chief, Erreisia, who followed an Oran female warrior, placed three large Imperial gold coins with a decoy.

"Ko, this...!

Looking at the large gold coin placed at the assembly hall desk, Arkiando deepens his consternation.

"How about that?

"... all we can give away is black wheat and barley, and then about chickpeas, we can't have wheat, okay?

To the answer after a few thoughts, Ellesia nods.

"Yeah, fine. But how much?

"Everyone in this village will be able to sell enough to eat for a year, a real emergency food, but at the request of the Sun Cleric like no other, I will accommodate you.

"Thank you, apart from consideration, I would like to thank you for this.

"Now, if you could celebrate the abundance of the Sun God in the village..."

Arkiando asked El Laicia for a festival of the abundance of the Sun God that would increase the local power of the farmland.

"Okay.

Elleysia and Arkiando, who settle and often welcome the story, in the course of which Elleysia spoke of a number of strange events that had taken place in Cilentium, and Arkiando knew it depended.

Then for a while, after finishing the story without a handicap, Arkiando reluctantly began to ask questions as he flaunted the Oran woman warrior.

"So... can you tell us why, uh, it's time for all this food?

Ellesia listens to Archiando's question as she mouths the tea served, and slowly returns the cup to her desk and opens her mouth.

"We have embraced the Orans who have fled the persecution of the Empire.

"Behold! What!? That's..."

Elsewhere Arkiando is stunned to see the Oran woman warrior again, Ellesia puts the cup in her hand and puts her little neck on.

"Was there a problem?

"But it's not where the problem lies, if King Alford finds out, he's set to go mad! The shrine is the best you know.

"So you want me to leave you alone?

Ellesia returns the question very calmly to Arkiando, who leans back from her chair.

"... that would be best.

A slight facial distraction, an archian who looks at the female warrior at first sight and then answers.

The women warriors of the Orans do not react to the words of Arkiando and stand quietly.

"But if Cilentium hadn't accepted, 500 Oran refugees would have lost their way and flowed east, probably arriving in this village the day after tomorrow, how would that have happened?

"It's..."

"If we follow King Alford's will, isn't there only one way to strike it off with strength? So, how much sacrifice would it take from the villagers to stop 500 Orans going crazy in death?

"... indeed, there would have been a small sacrifice, it can be said that it was a shame to have stopped at Cilentium..."

Arkiando answers Ellesia's thrown question with a loud sigh.

Not to mention I don't know what would have happened if they hadn't accidentally considered the approach without being able to detect it.

There would have been even more sacrifices if they had been attacked at night.

Alchiando has not been able to detect the helionels that are now approaching Cilentium.

"Can we ask Cilentium for the role of harmonium, which once served as a buffer zone? Acylcius Border Guardian officers have that much instrumentation.

"But if the Orans were to migrate near the village, we would have to take some countermeasures as well.

"Isn't that a buffer zone for that, besides not having trouble disposing of surplus food for the time being?

"That's right... but we're bordering the buffer zone, there's no reason to calm our minds.

Even in the words of the convoluted El Laician, this is not the arquiando.

If the Orans, who should also be called rivals who have fought over boulders for years, were to enter and settle in such a familiar place, the story would change.

"Really... by the way, is this village growing in population?

"? Thanks to you, it's a way of increasing, what's that?

Arkiando is suddenly surprised that Erlacia changed her story.

But understand the aim in the next word.

"No, if you're thinking about migrating, now you can turn farmland and premises up to Cilentium for free, right?

"... I see... so let's try recruiting in the village, and can the migrants come from outside the village?

"Yeah, if you're seriously willing to work, you're welcome.

"In fact, at the foot of a large eastern mountain mass, our compatriot Seminian village is difficult to rely on because of the landslide caused by long rains that has caused the collapse of both farmland and villages, 300 villagers rely on nearby villages for temporary evacuation, but reconstruction is difficult... is it possible to accept them?

"If you could color the food you're going to break a little more, you'd be fine.

"Ok, I will be offering a year's worth of food free of charge from other villages of the Armar tribe, including ours, for the Seminia matter, let the Seminia villagers do the food conveyance directly, including for what you bought this time.

"Okay, then, is there a merchant in and out of the village?

"Yes, the pedestrians are here once a month, most of the products from this village will be sold to the Empire by us, so they are merchants who only deal with the kind of groceries, but today is just the scheduled day for a stop, will you meet them?

"Please.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you, Nai, I'm Bong Xuanhuang. Everyone here calls you Ho, Yo from Dongzhao, I've been doing business here lately, Ter.

"Oh... were you from East Photography, here we go, my name is El Laicia, I've been asking for a favor.

"Oh, Mr. Ellesia! But please, what do you want? Can you eagle, sir?

Introduced by Arkiando was a small, brunette man wearing a braided casket in rice straw, a unique frontal costume and manipulating a slightly suspicious official imperial language.

The pedestrians entering and leaving the village were not imperials, Cliffonams, let alone Orans, but merchants of the Toho Empire, who reigned in the far east.