Border Guardian Hal Akircius

During the same period, the Imperial House of Lords in the central district of Teito

Senate floor built in luxurious white marble.

In this unpopular place, a 60-year-old man, dressed in an oval coat of the same colour on a white piercing coat, was sitting on his knees near the center of a semi-circular seat that had become staircase, an imperial senate outfit.

Normally, the senators of the Senate, who assist the emperor, hold a debate on the direction of imperial politics, so to speak, the center of the empire. This forum also shows a quiet hesitation in the evening.

But now, only that senator and the man in black who serves beside him.

Though I can peek at how a man in black is reporting something, the voice is small and I can't hear the content.

"... well, are we growing in strength by that time?

After receiving the report, the man sighed deeply, but quietly.

Faces that cut gray hair short and paint strict add more rigour than listening to reports.

"So, how's your point?

"... if you continue to grow well, you must express prosperity and prestige that will snuggle through the harmonium built by his hero Altrius.

"Um... sure... the plan is brilliant, without it.

As we proceed to read the report handed to us by the man in black, a wrinkle of a different kind than distress is engraved between the man's brows.

"Farmland development, urban redevelopment, wetland drying, residential requisitioning, street renovation... if measures were put up, there would be no cuts... no one could stand around so brilliantly, even if there was an" Altrius legacy ”.

"Ha, the heroic king of the north also seems to have begun to pay attention to the trend... especially, I don't know if the heroic king himself is paying attention.

"... don't say much, it would be troublesome if that hero king stayed under the threat of empire.

When the senator was embarrassed when he heard the voice of a black outfit, the black outfit shut up and corrected his residence.

The senator, who took the act as a reflection, poked his elbow over the knee he was standing on and put his jaw over the back of his hand, and proceeded to read the report with one hand.

"... any movement in relation to this matter in the empire of the east and in the kingdom of the southeast?

"Siluha has yet to grasp the trend of Cilentium, but the Toho Empire seems to have purchased information from a merchant, and it appears that the western province on the salt bank is already in motion.

Answer the man who raised his mouth about the foreign forces not mentioned in the report, but at a time when the black outfit was as if waiting for him.

The man who heard the answer widened his mouth corner.

"... a belly to be used in the conflict with Daichi Siluha. Although it is becoming friendly, it is still a country of alarm... but now there is more to be observed.

The Empire has many enemies.

Currently, the Empire's sword faction is committed to the southern tribal union's homeland on the southern shore of the Inland Sea, and eight years ago it proceeded to the southern border, a group of islands, to prepare for it.

As a result, it took as many as three years, causing enormous damage and yet succeeding in suppression, but the plan was temporarily frustrated and the Empire took five years to recover its military strength.

And now, looking at the military forces that have recovered to previous levels, the faction is starting to work out plans again.

"... what shall we do?

"Nothing like this, I'll have to leave you alone for a while. We have no military rights.

A man replied in a slightly throwing attitude to a man in black.

There are currently three great political forces within the Empire.

Imperial factions with the supreme proposition of the expansion of imperial territory against the backdrop of military power and the establishment of a state of paramount military priority.

An aristocratic nobility whose aim is to expand its territory by promoting decentralization and ultimately to build a collegial state by nobility.

It is a trinity of central officials who aim to re-establish centralisation, which is the figure of the original empire, and to strengthen their powers in the name of internal affairs emphasis, emperor totalitarianization.

With the question of the successor of the old and present Emperor Magnus involved there, the protests are on the way to intensification, and those who fatten their private bellies by hiding their respective political aims, and each faction is busily killed by the tightening of its own faction and the mutilation of its opponents, which leads to the destruction of the Empire.

When I was feeling that way, I was told there was a central official at the lower end of the clash with the Imperial nobility.

I picked up a record based on interest saying that it was something with an interesting guy, and that the good guy is a swordsman from a group of islands, a former enemy country.

The reason for the clash also discredits the reputation of the nobility and is a very good content for citizens of the imperial capital who are likely to contribute to strengthening the authority of the official.

The act was muscular, a report that I felt refreshed for a long time, but there is the sadness of thinking of the case as the flag of one force.

As a result, it was concluded that there was no hand in not using this.

"... I was right to move then.

"Exactly.

A black outfit hits the senator's soliloquy.

Sure, we have to feed these hard-boiled men to improve the status of central officials, but clashing with imperial nobility in jail in a suddenly still unfavourable state of power is not a good idea.

It did not seem a mistake to manage the request of Sir Lucilius, the nobleman leader who had made the request for his dismissal, to successfully forgive his colleagues and officials in the field, to cat him with a left transition and, furthermore, to order him to go to Cilentium.

If the Cilentium continues to grow as a city, as Artrius once remitted, and becomes the emperor's state, he can once again send a tax collector to use his financial resources to improve the local power of the central government.

If you are a hardboner, you may defy the intentions of our central officials, but you will not even speak of factions or nobles.

As was once the case with Altrius, rather something with good reason benefits from these hardboners.

After that, how could we hide it from other forces so that it would not be sidelined?

"... Consul Cassius, how did you do?

"No... what, just a thought.

"Really... I hear you're off duty?

"Something you can rest on at a time like this, or you'll be left in the moment.

The silent rethinking seemed to have passed, and the consul Quintus Cassius, who made him an Imperial Senator, a man who had been worried from his men's black clothes, and who was also the head of the Imperial Central Government, replied so with a bitter smile, further taking over the words.

"Fairly good, take care that the prosperity of Cilentium remains unknown to factions and nobles, thank you for reporting, so that we can continue to monitor it.

"Ha, well..."

As the black outfit quietly disappears from the floor, Cassius also slowly lifts his hips out of the seat.

"... to serve as a basis for the re-establishment of the Empire, or to trigger another demise..."

Crushed as he screwed the report into the pocket of the oval longcoat, Cassius slowly followed the floor.

Also in the same period, between the kings of Fredia Castle

Kneeling in a dim room, the Armar youth drowned their heads when they finished reporting on the current state of Cilentium.

"There's been a report from Little Almar... you abominable imperial... that you've nested on my earth again... that our land is ours... and I really don't care.

Those are old men over eighty, with tiny crowns of gold and silver embedded in their heads.

Long stretched blonde hair is dull and the colour of the splendid mustache growing on the mouth and jaw is not good either.

But the light was still sharply pressing the perimeter, shaking up the Armar messengers who came to report on the progress.

If the young men of the Armar had been brave enough to look into their eyes, they would have realized that it was madness that was contained in the eyes of the king.

Courage was not revealed, however, and the young people of the Armar waited for the word of the king, nagging in the hope that the troublesome task would come to an end as soon as possible.

"Kings, but I think that the land is also a stronghold of traffic that his Altrius was based in and heavily resisted, a difficult and downtrodden castle, also connecting east and west, north and south, to use its liveliness and help to promote our nation.

Alford, the man known as the King, the hero of the Cliffonam-Fried tribe, gave a softly throaty laugh, said Miyazawa, who refrained beside him.

"I don't need to be busy with my people, what my people need is blood and iron, my people are the ones who stand on martial arts... busy, etc., I don't need..."

Saying so, the king abominably looks out for the black box beside him.

Miyazawa knew what was in it, but dared not touch it, and went on with the words.

"But... the king, the empire sent troops by the bustle, hired warriors by the bustle of gold, and conquered the western lands.

At the same time as Miyazawa's remarks ended, suddenly Alford rose from the throne, pulling through the giant sword at hand and roaring.

"What's wrong with that!? The Empire and other indolent warriors will trample on the edge of the Empire in an instant if they have to! His Altrius was buried with this sword, too! This sword has become rust!!

To spare the young man of Almar, King Alford, after shouting once and for all, sits down to the throne with little strength.

And he said in a faint voice to the palace.

"Get the army up right now... and drop Altrius' castle...! This time... by the time you don't have complete skin... use that woman...!

When Miyazai drowned his head and showed that he had followed the king's will, he immediately called the escort warriors and assembled them before informing the messengers of the Armar tribe.

"... the sight is over, you can back off.

When the young men of the Armar followed the king with astonishment, the king, who slept with a black box, was once transported to his bedroom at the hands of the escort warriors, and between the kings became a quiet place only for the palace.

Though the king's order is absolute, there is no way to transfer such an order to execution.

Looking down through a window that combines a narrow arrow narrow narrow arrow with worry, I saw a young man in Almar rushing on his horse and returning at first sight.

This at least tells the village of Almar that the king gave unscrupulous orders.

If I may, I would like the Imperial Border Protection Officer to pass it on.

Alkiando, the chief of Almar, is a man who can do as much abdominal arts as that, you can expect.

In order to figure out how to avoid transferring the king's orders to execution in the future, there were those who called the palace rulers who tried to raise them to their chambers.

"The Bergan Palace, the abandoned city of the Empire is back? You're gonna attack me, aren't you?

It was the man with the appearance and bright atmosphere that made King Alford young who later spoke to Miyazawa.

Afterwards there is a young man with a quiet atmosphere with a short cut of silver and a young woman worthy to say poor with luxurious blonde hair stretched long to the waist.

"... this is Prince Danford, Dear Delnford and Dear Charlotte as well... did you hear?

Miyazawa Bergan was filled with a desire to punch his inner tongue, but he couldn't keep the princes in the way.

I did not express my thoughts in any way on my face, and I responded to them with a smile.

"Oh, let me hear some of it all the time, it's a totally interesting story... hey.

When Danford, the first man to speak to the words of Bergan of Miyazawa, spoke to the latter two while saying so, the two nodded silently.

"Are you sure you want to wake up the army? The Father King can't make a decent decision anymore, so he won't be able to say anything, and there's nothing he can do if we don't listen to him instead. This case seems important, so eventually the three of us will discuss it and decide before we make a decision.

"... is that right?

Bergan didn't put it on his expression, but he was in the mood to tongue again.

Though the king's children, power still rests with King Alford.

Did you recently see the king as an opportunity to be busy, three people who are actively trying to exercise power?

It's not a bad thing if it's supposed to be, but each of the three men who show ambition for the throne are just watching each other to keep the runaway from each other.

Sure, it's harsh to ask King Alford for political judgment now, and it's not a good idea, but it's a ministry for those times, and there's a palace slayer himself who binds it.

At the height of King Alford, three people did not even come close to the political arena for fear of its glory.

There is no reason why anyone is particularly good at judgment or political balance, and from Bergan's point of view, all three of them have failed to inherit King Alford's vessel.

Not just in this case, I guess we keep an equal part of the important case involved, so as not to create an extinct existence in a successor dispute, but that doesn't make sense if we look at it as a tribe as a whole.

Deciding a king by blood muscle is the first time that the king's child has the strength to make sense, and in fact there is no kinship between King Alford and his predecessor.

It is the tradition of the Cliffonam-Fried that those who can gather many men will be kings, and that is how King Alford won the throne only in strength.

But these princes were the rule of King Alford, long and steady, and they made a total mistake.

Because the Cliffonams are meritocratic, for better or worse, there are numerous warriors, court officers, and nobles who are attracted to or beneficent to the charm of King Alford personally today, and none of them recognize princes without merit.

The princes, for whom King Alford is now respected, are therefore only revered as their derivative effect.

Since Bergan himself follows King Alford personally as a palace ruler, and is not a minister following his bloodline, he intends to leave the court in case King Alford dies.

Naturally, there will be times when someone more worthy than King Alford gets the throne by legitimate means, and if Bergan is someone who can be heartbroken, he will follow it, but he will never swear allegiance to at least the three people in front of him.

"So, how much wealth do we get if we destroy that abandoned city? That's what you mean by trying to take advantage of the bustle, isn't it, Bergan? If we're gonna wake up the army, it's better to be early before the harvest, right? I'm sure my father would say the same thing, wouldn't he?

But such incompetence is now also the king's son.

To ignore that intention would be to ignore the will of the king.

Not to mention the king himself telling me to wake up the army.

"... okay, I'll give the warriors a touch.

"Oh, I asked for it.

A few moments after that, the sound of a horn whistle rang announcing the convocation of warriors to the castle of Fredia.