Border Guardian Hal Akircius

The servants of the Alchiando mansion are swept in and out of sight and rush around in haste.

When I finally breathed a sigh of relief that my husband and guest, the solar cleric, were no longer there, my husband and solar cleric soon returned.

My husband has taken care of me all the time, and I could deduce from the tricks and expressions that I was tired, but the servants feel the creeps of the guests' sun clerics.

Despite the physical and mental fatigue of her husband, who is a big man, Ellesia, a physically fit woman who doesn't seem so tough, has not shown any tiredness.

The servants of Alchiando were of the Alma-Le tribe of faith, but enough to fear the inexhaustible strength of Erreisia, who left Cilentium in the early morning and arrived in the village of Almar after noon to continue to work without rest.

"Sun Cleric Which, aren't you tired?

"Yeah, I'm not tired, though?

Even if it was because he wanted to rest, the servants would be happy to hear his husband speak that way to the Sun Cleric when he entered the Great Hall, but they would be discouraged by the words of Erlacia, to which they instantly replied.

Also, tea and chairs must be prepared without omission to take care of the meeting.

"Hey, show me that and the Sun Cleric escorts to the upstairs room so someone can call Lord Raisink of the shelter.

Besides, I even went in to take care of you and the inmates of the escort.

The misfortune of the servants of the Archiando Mansion is not over yet.

When Ellesia did it, the man appeared as she gracefully enjoyed the tea poured by a tense servant.

The man pressed Arkiando's servant against his chest and sat ramblingly in the chair in front of Erreisia with some sleaze.

Tea spills from the cup that Ellesia has just placed in its detachment and makes stains on the table.

In a nutshell, it's yassaggling.

Not just the atmosphere, but even the outfit and hairstyle.

Perhaps his long evacuation life and his eyes on the troublemakers around him made his heart rough.

"Raisink, it's in front of the Sun Cleric, don't be abusive.

"If you really have a sun god, bring him in, because I'm going to ask him why he flushed our village.

Arkiando gets embarrassed on the tannic side, but there is no sign of him passing by more willingly, and that's how Raisink, the mayor of the Seminian village, throws up.

And he put his elbow on the table, and put one foot on the bench of the chair, and rode out his torso, and twisted it with his provocative eyes.

"What do you mean, you're offering us a place?

"It's not what I offer, the imperial border guards provide farmland and residence.

"Ha, thank goodness, so we're imperials from tomorrow, too?

"If you ask, it is. You get Cilentium citizenship and imperial quasi-civilization, but it's not compulsory, even if you don't have to...

Raysink is never a big deal, and he's young. He's probably in his twenties.

But a sharp gaze that sets a line with the intimidation that comes out of age and physique.

Its gaze suppresses its surroundings and also has the awesomeness to make it feel that its authority is not a vanity.

And Raisink points that gaze at El Raisia, but...

"What's wrong?

"... Hey? What are those eyes, they're fighting and selling!!

"No."

"So, it's a condition of emigration..."

"Wait a minute!!

Being diverted from what should also be called a special sight, and being moved even to a conditional presentation, Raisink does not even try to hide his haste, blocking the words of El Raisia.

So for the first time, I frowned in good shape, and Ellesia said pizza.

"... I'm busy too, I don't have time to hang out with kids' plays.

"Hey, what is it!

"Raisink, don't be a good addition.

A ray sink called by children and colored.

Arkiando was embarrassed and forced a ray sink to sit up from his seat.

"If we're gonna make any more noise, we're gonna change our response.

"... Shit, hey, if it's a chief order, I'll obey.

Raisink held on to his shoulder by Arkiando and leaned back reluctantly.

When he finally saw Raysink sitting neatly in the chair, Ellesia opened her mouth.

"... I guess the situation, but trying to force us to swallow conditions in our favor is counterproductive for someone with an eye to spot it, please be careful in the future.

"... what the hell, you..."

"Was it where I said I was a messenger to the border guardian now?

Staring into Raysink's eyes in amazement, Ellesia answers.

"May I talk to you about the terms?

"Oh, oh..."

It was a lay sink that had not recovered from the shock of surprise, but returned to me in the words of El Laicia.

As El Laicia proceeded to explain the conditions of her migration, Laisink roared with a different surprise than before.

El Laicia presented the same conditions that Hal presented to the Theoneus tribe.

"Do you really accept me under such favourable conditions?

"Yes, but the Oran Theoneus have begun their residency first, please know that it will be a neighborhood relationship with them, and of course the neighborhood will be divided.

"The Orans... well, we're people east of Cliffonam, because of course we're enemies, but there's no direct interaction, and honestly we don't know them that well, so I don't think it's okay.

"So?"

"Oh, I agreed to the terms, because the seminiors are in an emergency, the plenipotentiaries are now in my hands, I'll get in touch with the clan right away, Arkiando, I took care of them until the end.

"Oh."

Raisink stood out of the chair after shaking hands with Arkiando, offering one hand to El Raisia.

Ellesia responded, and the two shook hands firmly, and Raysink glanced.

"... that's an amazing grip.

"Because it's a long journey.

Ellesia decided to rest after the meeting when the Oran women warriors from the escort returned to the second floor of the Arkiando mansion.

We still have a little time until dinner.

"Good luck, you can stay here today and return to Cilentium tomorrow.

"Yes."

The head of the female warrior responded to Ellesia's words.

The female warriors sit in thoughtful places.

When she got to the desk and chair provided for only one thing, Ellesia asked the female warrior chief in the thought of it.

"... what would you do if you were told to live with the Cliffonams in Cilentium tomorrow?

"That's what you were talking about earlier... because it's a hatred, naturally I'm dissatisfied, but I think we all know that we're not in a position to say no right now... because we were chased by the Empire in the first place, and we had no place to go, and we went into Cliffonam's land..."

"Really?

When the female warrior chief answered with a few thoughts, Ellesia nodded and began writing a letter after conceiving something.

Meanwhile, after talks with Erreisia, Arkiando and Raisink both headed to the shelter of the Seminian villagers.

"Can migration be done quickly?

When Arkiando asks, Raysink shrugs his shoulders and answers.

"Oh, you're wearing it, and the family fortune has been flushed and there's almost nothing, it's light... hehe, but it's because they pushed us from our own people, that imperial official, I feel sorry for him.

"I'm sorry, I really wish I could have prepared a place to migrate here, but there's no such thing as a good place, there's been no dispute here lately, there were pioneering villages everywhere, and all I had left was land unsuitable for pioneering and around Cilentium that I couldn't get my hands on.

At the end of the day, to Raysink, who mocks himself, Arkiando says sorry.

But Raysink shook his head left and right.

"No, it's okay, I'm aware of the circumstances, and if it's a Necromancer City as it was before, I wish, but now the conditions have changed, even though border guards are shaky to enter under the forces of the Empire, but the patience of the villagers is also the limit, I can't help it, there's no other place to go, and there's nothing more to put up with than the reconstruction of the village.

"I'll have the food here for a year, good luck.

Raysink nods at Arkiando's words.

"But you're surprised that the Necromancer city changes in an instant.

To Reysink's words, Arkiando answered with his mouth wide open.

"It's only because I sent guards to know, too, no matter how many words the Sun cleric said. I can't believe they told me that the place where the Necromancer had been garrisoned for years had suddenly become inhabitable.

Arkiando had two village warriors and excellent covert operations, accompanied by escorts and reconnaissance in Hal and Erreisia.

I pretended to know for the first time when Ellesia talked to me, except in the case of the Orans, who heard and knew that the Necromancer had left Cilentium from the warrior who had put him on the lookout.

"You don't have to be aggressive with the Orans, but be careful and let them know as soon as there's a big deal going on and leaning east.

"Are the Orans that poor?

Raysink asks the question in surprise, says Arkiando.

"Oh, they tighten the Imperial Border Guard worse than I thought, there are also clashes between Orans and villages that have actually fled in other tribes, like I said earlier, there is not as much land suitable for migration as it used to be.

"... okay, so, what about being an imperial official who accepted it?

"A left-hand official, but no problem, or he saved the Sun Cleric from an imperial bandit.

"Well, that's bizarre again... ma'am, as far as the conditions I've been asked are concerned, I'm surprised, that's why I've been moved left, pathetically.

To Raysink, who shook his head, for Christ's sake, Arkiando replied with a man's bad grin.

"Absolutely, but thanks to that, this one helps.

"That's what I'm talking about.

Finally, the two exchanged stiff handshakes before splitting up.