Border Guardian Hal Akircius

A few days after the arrival of the volunteers

The temple of the Sun is quieter than the noise on the surface.

Faint sounds are the voices of two men and women.

One is Cilentium Sun Temple Cleric, El Laicia.

And against that, the refugee man.

The clothes seem to be narrow to look at, the face is thinly dirty with mud, but there is no mud on the fingers, a different scheme than what you can do when you hold a shovel or a shovel.

And above all, the attitude is magnificent, and I do not want to resemble at all the refugees who have come to fulfill their confessions to the Sun clergy.

On the contrary, he is holding a blade and sticking it to Ellesia's throat.

"I mean... you see? The start of the attack will be significantly delayed, but it will remain the same.

"No, I refuse.

"... what is it?

He frowned and did not even move on the man who revealed his discomfort, and Ellesia said resolutely.

"I am only a solar cleric, why should I take your side until I betray the border guardian who has now sworn an end to his life?

What was explained by a man posing as a refugee in front of him was very unacceptable to El Laicia.

Even if he is stuck with a blade and pressed in exchange for his life.

"... will you be denied the blood muscles that will lead to King Alford?

"Denial... I won't. It is undoubtedly the blood that flows into my body, but it is not shed on it either. First, aren't you the one who's acting like you're denying that blood?

Showing the blade at his throat, to Ellesia, the man slammed his face and pulled the blade to hand.

"Because if you do this, they won't even listen to you... you're not one of them, are you? Why are you defying your father?

"... I never thought of his people as my father. Neither did my mother, I'm sure, ever thought of her as her husband.

Ellesia recounts her discomfort, both in terms of intent to be soft and visible.

Ellesia's mother had already grown angry, but it is doubtful if she had ever felt love for King Alford.

Sometimes Ellesia herself, her mother didn't tell her father's story until just before she died, and she had set out to think that she was never there at all.

Erlacia, who had already begun training for the Sun Cleric when he was informed that he would be reunited with the royal family and was not interested in power, continued his training under his aunt as she was, entering the earth's patrol ignoring the voice of court officials to the king and surroundings.

Leaving the land of Cliffonam, he went on patrol to a distant and distant land, also because he felt depressed about the warriors and court officers looking for him.

But the man took Ellesia's fried feet without giving up.

"Didn't I tell you earlier that I wouldn't deny blood?

"I won't deny it, but I also told you it wasn't flushed. My body and mind are my things, and I am the body that has vowed to cooperate with the Border Guardian. I've already done the knot.

"... what!?

Stunning man.

Indeed, the waist of the border guard officer was marked with a yellow knot.

Besides Ellesia, I was not able to confirm the approaching Cliffonam or Oran woman, so I thought maybe, but I didn't know this was going to happen.

The man noticed with dismay that there were more cases to report again.

The princess was taken by the bastard, and the king shall be angry.

Poor could be a major war between the Empire and Cliffonam.

"It's about walking away sick if you don't want to be reported. I, the Cilentium sun cleric, refuse to betray you.

"... it looks like you should give up this time... but I'm going to report this, okay?

"Feel free..."

The last blackmail was also ineffective, and when Ellesia turned her back on her sight, the man turned her heel back with a bitter face.

and a metal guessing of the Imperial soldier that is clear in his sight.

Altrius, standing in front of the man who looked up slightly, finally smiled when he and the man met.

"Is it a report... that's a problem.

"Damn! Necromancer General!!

He was a man who tried to escape by changing the direction of travel for a moment, but when Hal, who emerged from the opposite direction of Altrius, quickly threw his cane, the cane tangled in his leg and the man slightly disfigured.

And as soon as Altrius, who had moved to the spot, touched him slightly with his right hand, the man passed out.

A man who involves a chair or desk around him, makes flashy noises and flips.

'Ugh, it's not good! It tastes like gut screwing... it's not like it sucks spy energy at all...'

Altrius pretends to spit his cheeks as he wraps his black mind around him.

"You didn't kill him, did you?

"Naturally. It's like a mountain to ask.

Altrius, who answers Hal's question with a sinister face, conceived his black temper.

Ellesia stares at the backs of those two and says.

"Hal, Mr. Altrius... were you listening?

"Yeah? I didn't ask, but... at all, there's enough to make a fool out of me by putting spies in a city that should be called my own.

From next to Altrius, who answers with a retrospective look back to Erreisia, Hal takes care of Erreisia.

"Were you okay, El Laicia?

"Ko, I was scared... hal"

"Wow!?

Ellesia began to cry woefully as she approached Hull worried and hugged her.

"I'm sorry... I'm disturbed.

After crying with Hal's chest for a while, Ellesia regained her composure, saying so as she lit up, before inviting two people to the cleric's office in the Temple of the Sun to reveal her identity as she brewed tea and behaved.

"So... does the Sun Cleric mean Alford's daughter?

"Yes... a common son, though my mother has already died.

El Laicia starts talking about her birth that way.

The fact that the Sun cleric, who had a small but temple in the village where King Alford stopped during the Halemian crusade in the north, was Ellesia's mother, Alsilea, Alshalea's sister, caught King Alford's interest and Alsilea accepted this as well.

Alsilea then appears to have been treated side-room for some time, but Alsilea, already caged in Ellesia, refuses to accompany him to the court as the crusade comes to an end and King Alford pulls him out of the village.

Instead of living as the sidewife of a hero king, he chose the path to live in the village as a sun cleric.

King Alford promised that the child to be born would be treated royally, but Alsilea refused to do so either, and when his daughter was born, he deposited it with his sister, Alshalea, a high priest, for a while later, as a solar cleric apprentice.

His qualities remained hidden from him, and he wanted Arsilea to tell the truth for the first time to El Laicia when he was about to, and to choose to devote himself to people as a solar cleric, although there were paths to live as royalty.

While King Alford and court officials desperately tried to take Ellesia to the princess as Ellesia's exceptionality passed to the Fried Court, which drew on her mother's will and continued to train under Alshalea even after her death, she failed to catch Ellesia, who had made her way to the earth's patrol sooner, to this day.

Ellesia returned to the land of Cliffonam, knowing that King Alford had become busy, and anticipating that no one would hang on to him any longer.

As expected, the messenger who was so persistent did not show up either, and Erlacia was searching for a place to set up the temple in peace.

And following a strange fate, it was El Laicia, who had now set up a temple in this Cilentium, but Alford's wake-up of the army changed the situation.

When I thought I had to reveal my identity and was worried about how it should be revealed, a powerful spy, completely different from previous messengers, forcibly entered the Temple of the Sun and pressed me to visit El Laicia.

"... I am a solar cleric in the first place. I have nothing to do with King Alford.

That being said, it's a matter that can't be ignored, right? It's not that simple.

Altrius roaring in arms.

"How do I... do I... hal..."

"No... I don't care what they say.

While frightened by the tear-eyed Erlacia again, Hal could recognize that the problem was enormous as well.

Though a common son, he is close to an engagement with King Alford's daughter without the king's permission.

Only then will the Frieds have gained an excuse to wage war on the Empire.

As far as the spy is concerned, it is obvious that El Laicia was forced to insist, but those who do not know the circumstances will see El Laicia with the suspicion of insiders if they know the bloodstream.

It also reveals the blood muscles of the battle, and when there are insiders, it is difficult for them to set up seditious work inside the Cilentium.

"In the meantime, you have to explain the situation to the people who started it early.

Altrius nodding at Hal's words.

Ellesia nodded, opening her mouth.

"I think Chief Archiando knows about me, but the others don't. My identity is not much known by the Frieds either, so..."

Hal utters a fuzzy question about the word.

"... who else knows about this besides the king?

"What I know clearly are Mr. Bergan of the Palace, my aunt Alshalea, and the three princes who will be my belly brothers. Especially since the princes seemed to find out a long time later, and only once since I came to Cilentium, they seemed to be asking me better to call myself Prince Danford's messenger.

"... predecessor.

When Hal noticed something, he turned his attention to Altrius, who said with a bad grin.

"Um, Alford is busy and has the earliest such wisdom. In the first place, he wouldn't take such a shady hand. It will be outrageous. Miyazawa is subtle, but if it's most likely a prince... '

"Yeah..."

Seeing Hal roar at the answer as expected, Altrius takes over the words.

"I don't know to what extent the princes have a power base, but with the authority of King Alford, aren't you still trying to take the lead on this matter? If you take the lead in dropping Cilentium, you can earn the right to share your post-war loot treasures. They will use the treasures of Cilentium to increase their strength.

The right to distribute loot treasures is the right of the chief, led by the people of Cliffonam, to distribute the loot he has captured to his men.

The princes will be aiming for the treasures of Cilentium and will seek to increase their foundation and strength by distributing them more to warriors, court officers, and nobles.

In order to capture many of the treasures to be distributed, we must also mention the outstanding achievements in the battle.

The will was felt by those who sent forceful spies.

In King Alford's camp, the princes will be the only ones with the haste in the sense that they said so, knowing the identity of Erlacia.

Hal snaps pompously.

"... Regardless of the proposal, is the lead a prince?

After a period of silence, Altrius slowly opened his mouth.

"Sun Cleric, which... what do you think of Alford?

"... it's someone else in red. I don't deny blood, but I've always been raised as one without a father. I have no power or financial means as a royalty, and I have never thought of relying on it. You will never rely on it again. I am the solar cleric Erlacia.

Erreisia answers the words of Altrius without hesitation.

"That said..."

Next to Hull, who arms himself just like Altrius, Altrius asked Erreisia another question with a mean face.

"What if Haryoshi were to kill King Alford?

"... I follow Hull.

Glancing into Erlacia's eyes, which answered without hesitation, Altrius lay further questions as his eyes glowed white and his black mind drizzled out of his body.

'Now state the measures told to you by the spy earlier.

"... When the Cilentium does not fall easily, let King Alford respond to it because if he wins, he opens the castle above his life, and if Hal wins, he offers to strike one on the terms of retreat. Then, poisoning Hull just before that, and keeping him weak... wayward, interrupting Hull when he hits one.... and helping spies open the castle gates, no matter how the winner..."

When Ellesia said as she remembered diligently, Altrius glanced out of Ellesia's eyes as she faded away the disastrous signs, and after conceiving for a while she smiled and turned back to Hull and said:

"Um, I'm telling you the truth, and it's something the spies have said that doesn't differ in dimensions. Halyoshi, we can trust the Sun Cleric. Check the knot.

Pull the yellow knot at the waist, as Hal remembered, but it is tied to the belt without fright.

"... you're eating it.

"... isn't the way you put it..."

Plain scratched by Hal's words, says Ellesia.

The two of us pulled the knot amicably for a while or followed it, but there was no slight sway either.

Altrius had a strange look at the two poking each other, but when he put in a cough because there was no sign of an end, the two rushed to correct their residence.

And throw the question as Ellesia took it and put it on.

"Well, with that said, Mr. Altrius, did you listen to me and that spy conversation? Earlier... if you hadn't heard..."

If you say so, can't you be sure?

To Erreisia, who proclaims, Altrius shuddered with a mean grin.

"... my predecessor, he's quite a schemer..."

"Even a true and honest soldier would be able to do this much belly work if rubbed in an imperial intra-functional power struggle. Don't look sweet.

Altrius answered proudly to Hull, who spoke with a frightened voice.

Even with a bitter smile, Hal realizes there is a fuss.

"... King Alford said he would take a ride... but an eighty-year-old king would go on a ride?

"Isn't that what this is all about? Perhaps it could harm Hal... poison or darkness... is it sniping again?

"It should be good to fall together if the princes are in the lead.

"Um, the kings, so that's it. If a cowardly empire were to hold the kings of the border guardians, it would greatly inspire the people of Cliffonam.

Altrius affirms with his hands on his chin in what Hal says.

"I can't believe they're all like that. Hal, please stop. It's too dangerous to hit one.

"If that's the best and minimizes sacrifice, I'll do it.

Ellesia wishes, but Hal replied clearly when he shook his head left and right.

It is an individualistic Fried tribe, for better or worse.

If the heroic king is debated, the Fried warriors who serve the king with personal loyalty may also disintegrate by losing their object of loyalty.

'Well, we're disadvantaged. That's the way you have to take it. There are aspects.

When Altrius passed out beside him, he saw a spy who still woke up and said:

Hal asks Ellesia a question.

"... what if I applied for a one-horse hit from here?

"The Frieds are a tribe that honors martial arts, so you probably won't refuse. Not to mention an imperial opponent who makes a fool of himself for being usually weak because of his hatred, though he will have to take it..."

"... then, after letting you think the measure is successful, you wouldn't say no if you applied for a single hit here, would you?

"... yes, probably.

Hal nodded satisfactorily in the answer to the last Ellesia.

'... Haruyoshi, you're applying for a one-horse hit from here?

"Yeah, I'll take care of my predecessor's enemies. Especially, though I need a lot of planting.

Altrius is stunned by Hal's words.

"When you're old, even though Fried's a hero king, don't insult him, okay?

"I know, my predecessor... Ellesia, I will defeat King Alford myself. Is that okay with you?

"... as I said earlier, I don't have a father. I am El Laicia, the Cilentium sun cleric.

There was also no slight cloudiness in Ellesia's eyes, which I clearly ran out of.