Border Guardian Hal Akircius

"Border Guardian, which, I'm sorry, is a fight, I'd like to ask you to arbitrate.

"What?

Hal, who was on duty with Ellesia and Old Dresines, speaks out in amazement at Belius' words.

"Now that my brother, Lord Lionel and Lord Raisink have joined me, I can't pack it, because I think it could develop into a clash between the Orans and the Cliffonams, and I'm here to call you, come right away.

"Okay, what's your predecessor?

To the hurried voice of Belius. Hal asks where Altrius is as he rises from his chair.

"They're out teaching agriculture now..."

"I'll be right there, Mr. Ellesia, I'm sorry, but I need your help.

"Yes, I'll take care of it.

Altrius is absent, and drawing on the help of Erlacian solar clerics is not a good idea given the future city administration, but there is no other way to help.

"The scene is a middle street in the crafts section.

Hal held the escort wand and headed to the scene of the fight with Erreisia after Belius, who hurried.

Twenty days have already passed since we sent Ho out.

Due to the power of grass stem paper, robust brushes and wooden plating machines brought in by Ho, the preparation of the original household registry, the official documents of the city and the Cilentium Urban Decree is well under way, and the Cilentium Urban Code, which merely reworked the remaining Harmonium Urban Code of Altrius in a few epochs, is due to be announced shortly.

Until now, there had been no particular noise, and the Orans and Cliffonams, who had heard rumors, had sometimes appeared to migrate or come to sell household goods such as crops, clothing, cookware and blades.

Wheat could not be made due to the late season on agricultural land, but pasture cultivation, which serves as soybeans and livestock feed to restore local power, is beginning to take place.

Compared to the fact that the people of Theoneus had migrated with some species and livestock, the settlement was going well to the extent that the Armar tribe in the Seminian village, which was only an evacuee, was a little behind.

Hal released agricultural equipment, seeds, etc., but has set a repayment deadline, albeit interest-free, to prevent overborrowing and resale.

In addition, craftsmen such as blacksmiths, woodworkers and sewers waved their arms in the crafts district, but for the time being, the work takes the form of a bulk request by Hal, so as to work together without distinction among the ethnic people in an effort to reconcile them.

Although a little trouble had arisen, it was decided to let the arbitration and award be conducted by agreement between Hellionel and Raisink, and also to create a single point of resolution.

The interaction was gradually progressing and seemed to be coming along well, but the distortions accumulated between the ethnic sentiments of both sides appeared to have been exposed when they came here.

When Hal arrived at the scene at the helm of Belius, the surroundings were noisy, with each of the five men staring at each other, including Raisink and Heglionel, with some wild horses nearby.

There are also Oran and Cliffonam warriors, but I can see that they are unable to reach out because they may be oiling the fire.

As Hal and the others arrived at the scene, the two parties seemed to grab each other by shaking it off.

At that moment, Hal pops up and shakes the guard wand without question.

The surrounding eyes turned to Hal and Ellesia when the two men who were still about to beat each other up with the incredible sound of what they were saying turned their eyes and fell into the middle of the stare.

"Quiet, what is it!

The parties are cut off by the words of the Rin temperamental solar cleric, Erlacia.

In anticipation of that, Hal gives the order.

"Helionel, Raysink, bring each party to the front of the office, okay?

"... oh.

"... okay.

"The others are disbanded, go back to the neighborhood!

Hal hears two replies and dissolves those who were gathered around him.

There were places where everyone was swallowed up by Hal's unexpected strength and temper, and the people who were gathering slowly broke up into East and West.

"So, what happened?

"... no, the trigger is trivial. What..."

They were both taken to Hull's office by woodworkers, a young Cliffonam man and a middle-aged Oran man.

The first answer to the question Hal asked was a mouth-watering raisink, a young Cliffonam responding to the word.

"Oh, not me, I gave back the tools I borrowed!

"You idiot, you stole the most important sculpture knife, and you sound like a shallow Cliffonam!

"What!?

A Cliffonam man who comes to an Oran man who responds like he made a fool of himself.

"You want to turn your eyes again? Both of you.

When Hal takes the scepter he was standing on, the two turn blue and shut up.

Hal saw it and returned the escort wand to its original location.

"Where is that tool?

"It's here, you want to check inside?

When Hal asks the question, Helionel shows the bag.

And as Hellionel tried to open the mouth of that bag, a young Cliffonam man rushed to say.

"Wait, Border Guard, don't let him do it, at least you make sure!

"What?"

"... hey lionel bastard, he tried to punish me without listening to this guy while I was gone, so, he rubbed it with our guys.

When Hal puts his neck up, Raysink supplements the explanation with a face that looks like he's crushed a bitter bug.

Then Lionel spoke sharply as he raised a blue muscle on his forehead as he stuck the tool bag out to Hull.

"That way, good thing I'm not around, I would have ruled in favor of my own tribe in a fight the other day...!

Now the reason is clear in a way, but Hal holds his head to the two sheikhs staring at each other.

The point is, we have distrust of each other, so we can't put our faith in each other's rulings.

Besides, I can't deny that I tend to make rulings in my favor because I am in a position to protect my own people, but I am not going to retreat from my position as a chief.

These little distortions have developed into the big deal of the day.

"Didn't you promise first, these tribal rubs have to be ruled on their own by their own tribal laws?

"Well, that's... that's a little something, isn't it?

"It's never bothering you, is it?

"... that must have developed into today's big bang!

""... m ""

Two people roaring at Hal's words.

But there was a problem with Hal, or the administration of Cilentium itself.

Because I have no previous security or military organization.

Twenty-five Cliffonam warriors are responsible for the defence and security of the current Cilentium to the 50 Oran warriors employed on an ad hoc basis.

Both sides are exerting their powers in controlling their bodies and defending themselves from external warcraft, etc., but there was a risk that these ethnic folk disputes would not be packed if they were only involved in the possession of force poorly.

"Yeah, I don't have enough hands... how can I..."

As Hal held his head, Altrius appeared with a delightful laugh.

"The Orans' farmland is largely shaped, well, wheat production will be after next year when local power can be restored, but... whoa, don't worry? What's the matter?

"Hi. I'm talking about a lack of hands.

Hal, Altrius, who explains today's noise to Altrius, hears it depends on the matter and looks at the two parties.

Two people exposed to that literally clear gaze and breathtaking.

"Okay, I'll check inside.

When Hal changed the inside of the tool bag he received from Hellionel, he fulfilled it, and the sculpture knife, which should have been gone, was in it.

"Excuse me...!

When Hal takes out the sculpture knife, the Oran man suddenly takes a dugout.

"Yes, no, I was hurt a little! That's true! So... I tried to set my moxibustion on the bastard who returned it without even sharpening it..."

"You gave me a proposition..."

He grabbed the man's collar hair up as Hellionel shrugged his fist with humiliation and anger, squeezing out his voice with a bright red face.

"Oran's, you dirty...!!

"Shh, excuse me!

Throwing the man to the ground for a long time, Hellionel apologized to the young man suspected of being Raisink.

"Sorry, looks like this investigation was sweet..."

The young man has a relief look on his face, and although Raisink has an ironic grin on his face, he doesn't say anything about whether he is satisfied once and for all with the fact that he has finished rubbing.

And as always, what Hellionel said was about apologies and dispositions.

"I'm sorry, this man is going to be disposed of on us, okay?

"Oh."

And Raysink agreed to Hellionel's decision.

"No, I decide to keep this matter here.

But Hal clearly blocks it when an agreement between Hellionel and Raysink tries to be exchanged.

"The administration of Cilentium will issue a disposition.

'Well, this adds to the troublesome job of justice again.

"That's true, but if we're leaving it to the autonomous organizations any longer, there will just be unfamiliar Oran and Cliffonam villages on the city trail, not even for the city as a whole... although it's true we don't have enough hands.

Hal answers with the way he said he had no choice but to make fun of Altrius' voice color.

In the end, the noisy man was jailed for several days without meals on watch.

From now on, Hal himself had to arbitrate and adjudicate on the rubbing in the city that he had entrusted to the tribe.

Altrius called into the office to talk to Hal, who was troubled.

"One, let me help you.

"What is it?

As Hal entered the office, Altrius, who was waiting, called from the window.

The sun has already fallen, and the moonlight leads from the window through Altrius' body to the room.

"O Haruyoshi, where is your Lord a border guardian?

Hal wondered what he found out about Altrius' question, and opened his mouth to answer it, but realized he was on his way.

"... it's of the Empire... well!

"Well done. You've noticed, yes.

Satisfactorily nodding Altrius.

What Altrius is suggesting is to use the Imperial Army.

Border protection officers have been granted a request for the dispatch of the Imperial Army and temporary command.

Even though it is temporary, there is no special period because it is probably on the periphery.

It is best not to become permanent.

The Imperial Army, moreover, possesses capabilities not previously found in Western countries or Setria.

It is an architectural ability.

Empires aiming at Western reunification gave the military the ability to design and build cities and streets, not just their ability to set up.

Thanks to this capability, the Imperial Army was able to quickly begin securing and defending the occupied territories, as well as to colonize and administer, thus expanding the area of power with the momentum of a dashed bamboo.

Although the imperial army was now undergoing a transformation of border defense into the defensive character of its main task, tradition has been handed down, and in peripheral cities it is normal to ask the imperial army to do so when repairing or expanding cities.

In fact, it was also the soldiers of the 21st Legion, led by him, who built the Harmonium of Altrius.

Hal finally decided to ask questions about what he had been wondering.

"With that said... how were your predecessors developing this city?

'Yeah? Oh, whatever maintenance you're talking about, it's about mowing the grass for garbage cleaning and beast hunting, right?

"No, I was wondering how you were doing that..."

Hal overlaps the question with Altrius of the flair, who said what he would ask.

'Hmm, grass and trees suck away their precision because they wanted to grow in an inconvenient place, and the same goes for garbage, if you suck away the remaining precision, it becomes sand, the beast periodically encloses itself and hunts and sucks away its precision... well, it's easy for us Necromancers, but only sand and soil with no precision or crap can do anything about it.

"So..."

When I did it on assignment, I found out why the city was beautiful.

He was "servicing” it in a way unique to the Necromancer.

Hal's spine got a little cold when he thought of the sight of the Necromancer hunting a warcraft, but he regains his mind and turns back to Altrius.

"But enough credibility, do you have a soldier to help you... you didn't have to know when you were a predecessor, and the Imperial Army is terrible now, right?

When Hal seemed difficult to say, Altrius grinned bitterly.

Border Guards and others have repeatedly looted from surrounding tribes, offering bribes to high-ranking officials in exchange for their promotion, or giving loot to the center because of the military money earned by their faction.

I don't think I can trust them very much, and they are physically and mentally indifferent and useless.

"One of my disciples is already here.

Altrius said with his index finger up.

"Are you my predecessor's apprentice... excuse me, are you still alive?

'Cause I didn't come this way while we were here in the tunnel, and now I'm over sixty years old, but I'll still be alive.

That said, Hal sounded familiar to the name Altrius gave him.

"The man... he came by when he came here, he was the defensive commander of the Northern Guard, right?

"... heh, don't..."

To Hull's answer, Altrius leaked in a familiar voice.

"... if that were the case, it would have been over forty years to pack it there at the earliest, something I could have fulfilled if I had sought prosperity, which is why... if he had been one of the army commanders, the Imperial Army would not have gotten this far.

Altrius' words were probably included, but there seemed to be a little bit of happiness that those who knew him were still in the Imperial Army, a faint but smiling sign.

"It has never been a direct superior subordinate relationship, so, my disciple, should I be positioned to say, anyway, it was a horse-fitting junior, when I failed Harmonium without my reinforcements, I was just eaten a cold meal claiming to send one reinforcement... a responsible, honest man, who regretted probably not being able to save me, and pulled from that position without moving, that kind of thing, it would definitely help if I pulled it out successfully.

The next morning, three people appeared in the office, El Laicia, Laisinc and Helionel, on Altrius' call.

Altrius is already in the room, so now we have all the heads of the Cilentium.

Hal opened his mouth when everyone saw what had happened.

"We will request the dispatch of an Imperial Army to enhance the functionality of the city.

"What!?

"... are you serious?

"Do you have any ideas?

Raisink frowned, Helionel doesn't even try to hide his upset and disgust, it's just that only Erreisia saw Altrius' standing and guessed something, throwing questions at Hal.

"For the time being, it's to make up for the shortage of manpower in urban construction.

"So what's ahead?

Ellesia lays further questions on Hull's answer.

"The aim is to improve urban security and strengthen administrative capacity.

"Is it impossible for us alone, if we can... to tell His Highness the Imperial Border Guardian, but I don't want to get involved with the Imperial Army.

I say to Hal in a protested tone, making such a tannic surface that the expression Hellionel crushed the bitter bug seemed mild to the answer again that Hal issued it.

"If you look at what happened yesterday, you'll see for yourself that dealing with it on your own is the limit, don't you need neutral people even if it's not fair?

Two chiefs silent in Altrius' words.

Indeed, in yesterday's case, it was supposed to turn to arbitration because at times we had each other's peoples shoulders and we were in a whirlpool of trouble.

Raysink, with his arms together, is an imaginary face, but his sharp eyes are poured on Hal and Altrius.

"Troubles like yesterday, developed from direct intercession, can still be dealt with in ethnic folk fights if the reasons are only clear, but if this becomes a unilateral crime, for example if one cannot testify due to murder or serious injury, or if the source of the trouble is not known, then there is a risk of developing into excessive offensive rivalries and riots against each other, so we hope that disputes between citizens will remain long and deeply persistent and resentful, which must be prevented beforehand.

Raysink unwraps his arm and asks Hull a question.

"So, which Imperial Army are we calling?

"This is Dekims Adamantius, the defensive commander of the Imperial Northern Border Post.

To Hull's answer, Raysink grins a lot.

"Well... he'd know better, he's a good man enough to make it rare for an imperial, the Armar people always go through checkpoints when they go to the empire in business, but I don't hear any bad stories, the soldiers under his command seem to be as solid and just as rare these days, I agree.

"I agree with you, for the same reason, they've been protecting the precinct since before I was born, but I've never heard of any clashes or troubles with the people of Cliffonam.

El Raisia to express her approval following Raisink.

"... I'm anxious, but I don't disagree.

Finally, Hellionel reluctantly agreed, and Cilentium was to make an imperial army dispatch request.