Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Fredia, a fortified city at the forefront of the Silentium Alliance

When the Fourth Legion was struggling to crusade bandits, Fradia was having an early fall season.

The wind direction changes from west to north, and even colder things begin to mix with the wind that reaches from north to north.

The wheat fields were early golden and were about to enter harvest time soon.

The man cleric who entered the Temple of the Sun seemed to be quite the bearer of power, and the Toyota Festival produced satisfactory results for the peoples, and the harvest near Fradia is likely to be of the same quality and quantity as usual.

As usual, Bergan carries out his duties among kings, but the throne that symbolizes Hal's successor to the throne remains empty.

Although he had received word that it was okay to remove the throne from Hal, Bergan decided not to remove it but to leave it at that, because someone is now in the throne.

Other court officials and warriors agree completely with Bergan on this measure.

Since the remaining throne is also a testament to Hal's rightful transfer of the throne from Alford, Hal does not intend to use it for the reason that he pays homage to the late King Alford, although as a Bergan he even wanted Hal to use the throne when he stayed in Fradia.

But this humility is also actually very reputable to the people of Fried.

Along with welcoming Erlacia to her daughter-in-law, who draws the blood of the Fried, Hull's popularity and support in the Fried are gradually beginning to grow.

And in the meantime, Bergan, entrusted to the castle, decided to lay his hands on the making of the city of Fradia.

Sometimes Hal has been instructed before, but also because of the arrival of dependable backup.

The support has now arrived among the kings of Castle Fradia.

"I'm Bergan from Fredia Castle, and I'd like to ask you a favor."

"Oh, thank you very much, my name is Tiberus Tarpeius, Chief Inspector Cilentium. We've heard rumors about the castle!

It is Talpeius, Chief Inspector of Cilentium, who appears among kings and exchanges with Bergan a firm handshake with words.

In conjunction with the street laying project manager from Hull, he was assigned to Fradia's urban improvement project manager.

Although the subject of the Urban Improvement Plan is only Bergan, Tarpeius is supposed to provide planning and construction implementation, and even advice on it, and Tarpeius has led a number of engineers and officials, including former veterans of the Imperial.

Thus the workers have not been brought because they intend to hire the people of Cliffonam.

This is because of a paragraph in Cilentium's urban development, and Hal told me that it was good to do it fully without worrying about the budget, and Talpeius came to Fradia strained.

On the other hand, as a Bergan, I do not intend to speak out about technical matters or implementation, but I intend to take charge of sucking up requests from ethnic people and compromising with ethnic people.

In the first place, it is impossible to solve the excellent urban skills of the Empire, even though it is not possible for Bergan and overnight, so Bergan, who can think separately around it, quickly conveys his opinions to Talpeius.

"As you can see, Eiseikanri where I say in the Empire is also not enough, as far as I am ashamed, but I want you to lend your wisdom and skill, accept compromises and requests, and mediate with the people, because I am in charge, so I want you to do it fully"

"Oh... I see you can take charge of planning and construction, right?

Bergan carries on the words, nodding at the words of Tarpeius, who uttered them with his eyes round.

"Regardless, I'm going to be fully aware that it's better for Gatekeepers not to give extra mouth to a business that requires expertise. But there's a lot to do with the customs and rights of the people, so I want you to be careful around it."

Tarpeius replied with a slightly manly grin at how much he slapped the thick breastplate against Bergan's words.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll make this a good city for everyone to live in!

"Thank you."

There was definite trust in the eyes of the two, who exchanged a powerful handshake with gutter again, despite the first encounter.

After finishing his meeting with Bergan, Talpeius quickly decided to take one of his men and a court officer working at Fredia Castle on a tour of the city.

As Hal told me, the view of Fladia city is not fragrant.

Inadequate pavement and drainage mechanisms on roads and buildings dirty to rubbish and muddy soil.

Low lands are overflowing with sewage, creating puddles that emit strange odors.

Are the people of Fried also immune to the plague?

This is incredible because we survived without a summer plague.

Cilentium is a beautiful and clean city symbolised by the white colour of marble, but Tarpeius' impression of Fradia was “a black city”.

Walls, streets, houses, castles, drains, people, everything is black and dirty.

Upper water is well water dependent, but perhaps if the city were so dirty in the future, well water would be polluted less.

Tarpeius asked the court officer Bergan attached to me about drinking water.

"Can you drink this well water as it is?

"Ha, well water always teaches you to boil before drinking… in fact many people drink raw water and frighten their bellies or get sick in the summer and elsewhere. Fradia is a little far from the river, and it's hard to go for water, so there's no other way to use a well, especially for the physically weak and women and children."

When the court judge answers, Tarpeius roars with difficulty.

There still seems to be contamination.

"Uhm, I didn't know I could drink water properly..."

The cost of boiling fuel can be foolish too.

Those who make a lot of money are good, but the cost of fuel will be a great burden for the poor.

The blackened Cliffonam men passed in front of Talpeius doing so.

"Those are the people who work in the coal mines that started recently."

You noticed the surprise gaze, the court judge explains the men sooner than Tarpeius asks.

Coal digging had already begun in the vicinity, and many other black and dirty men were seen walking in and out wearing leather helmets, trousers on thick shirts, boots, and furthering.

The nearest coal mine and Fradia are connected by streets, and the streets to Cilentium are currently stretching.

Perhaps by next spring the streets made of rugged, imperial-style cobblestones will connect Fradia to Cilentium.

If the streets are completed and the transport network is established, the coal mined here is to be transported to Colonia Fellum, where Cilentium and Petra are mayors, and the steel industry is to be of interest.

But if you hit it...

"Um, this is water and sewer and bath first! We have to teach the citizens of Fradia how wonderful the bath and delicious water are!!

Tarpeius held his fist and forcefully proclaimed.

During the same period, the Cilentium Administration Building, the Crafts Agency

At the call of Swilius, Hal and Sittius were on their way to the Crafts Agency room on the ground floor of the Administration building.

And for some reason behind that, Altrius is also stuck.

"There have been no espionage or assassin intrusions these days, and I am free."

What is the word of the person.

"Were you here that many times?

When Hal asks surprised and unexpectedly so, Altrius answers with his arm against his waist and his chest turned against him.

'Oh, I've got quite a penetration. I guess the Aho aristocrats hired me. I couldn't help it, but some of them have sights, so I'm swimming now thinking about letting them fall asleep. "

"... well, thank you for that area"

Hal replied half-hearted and half-hearted, with Altrius further defying his chest.

'Um, I'll take care of it! Last time I was caught in a lot of pain by spies and assassins, but this time I kept it well prevented, so Haruyoshi can fully encourage politics without worrying about the back!

As Hal and the others entered the Crafts Agency room, Suilius looked surprised at Altrius for a moment, but quickly approached to see if he had regained his mind.

Then he prompted the three of them to go to the place where the visitors' desk was located.

"Lord Akircius, the Administrator, the Advisor too... I have one suggestion, so I want you to listen"

Swilius, who began speaking with few words, showed an advertising promotional paper made of one parchment before Hal and Sittius.

Altrius peeks behind it.

The contents of the promotional paper shown by Swilius are those with the theatrical performances and actor names most common in the Empire and in the Setria countries.

Propaganda paper with pigmented and brightly colored performances featuring a weave of tragedies and comedy, also called classics, as well as a live play based on mythology and hero Tan.

"... What's this?

Coming from the southern border, albeit an empire, and not too familiar with theatre, Hal takes that propaganda paper and turns his face to the side, his gaze Sittius nods and opens his mouth.

"Hmm, this is a propaganda paper for a theatre troupe that is also popular in the Empire. Is the Secretary of Crafts Suilius going to call this seat to Cilentium?

"Um, it would be a reasonable act"

Altrius will share his thoughts on the performance.

"... yes, besides this, I would also like to invite the Imperial and East Photographic Music Band"

Swilius while showing another piece of propaganda paper.

In front of the three people peeking into it was arranged a promotional paper of the Orchestra written in Western Common Language and a promotional paper of the Orchestra of Eastern Photography written in Eastern Language.

"… craft technology is well advanced in absorption of technology from the Empire, so don't worry… Sewing, weaving, refining, forging, casting, fabricating, woodworking, woodworking, straw finishing, editing, tanning, leather finishing and much more… all daily necessities can now be manufactured in Cilentium"

To the three people who rarely looked at the propaganda paper, Swilius added words by saying and arranging the technologies and industries that were making remarkable advances in Cilentium as he broke his finger, once the words were cut off, waiting for the three to react.

"... so now I want to bring cultural pleasure to the city... and of course, more and more bards and musicians in Cliffonam"

Swilius, who is quiet but somewhere snorts and speaks of intentions.

The eyes are brilliant and easy to understand.

"But... what do you do after you invite me? I don't think we can keep performing at Cilentium all year..."

"The base will be located in Cilentium and will also perform in eastern photography and other northern border towns and villages, because I want to do this as part of a cultural project… I want to assist the administration until I can make a profit if I can…"

When Hal asks the question, albeit a little barely pressured by Swilius's enthusiasm, Swilius answers without hesitation.

When that's over, Sittius now speaks the question next to it.

"But is it really possible to invite? What can I say, I don't think there are any orchestras or troupes here in Cilentium that would bother to come all the way to such a place, the northernmost part of the North from an empire, and how much would that cost?

Even to Sittius's doubts, Swilius doesn't show how he moved.

On the contrary, he smiles slightly.

As if he had seen the question marks floating in the heads of Hal and Sittius and Altrius, facing each other, Swilius slowly began to speak.

"... don't worry about the invitation, you should probably respond with two replies..."

"Why not?

"The troupe... is supposed not to be featured in an empire." A hero who couldn't let anything happen - the work of civilian general Altrius. "He performed" Harmonium Fall, "and was bewitched by the Imperial nobility..."

That's how Suilius answered Hal's question, turning his narrative gaze to Altrius, but the person in question says in a happy manner.

"Ho ho, let my work be theatrical? Isn't that quite the troupe with the sights! You should definitely invite them!

"... predecessor's? That's all?

Then Hull said, and Suilius nodded as he looked at Altrius.

"Yes, the Left Transition Troupe... our people..."

"... I see, if that's the case, I'm convinced... who's in the orchestra?

Convinced yet to Sittius' new doubts, Swilius silently indicated with his fingers a line of propaganda paper issued by the orchestra.

Its fingertips, which the three noted, are marked "Southern victors, marches of the Altrius Legion”.

"Ho ho... this is another band with sights!

"... isn't it so bad to be ahead of time..."

It is still a pleasant Altrius, but when Hal on the other hand says it looks a little painful, Swilius also nods.

"... no"

Altrius, caught in the way he said it, argues to protest.

"... what is no! That is all I would say is my popularity among the civilian population. The aristocrats are frightened by the size of my popularity."

"That's why you can't. Now nobles don't really want to stir up the hopes of civilians."

Says Suilius, who nods again at Sittius' sober analysis.

"Yes... the majority of customers are civilians, this is what they see when accompanied by their requests... but the customers want to take it, so they do it sneakingly, and they fall apart, and they get crushed. The art world in the empire today is terrible...... so if you ask me out, I'll be sure to respond. I think we can keep the cost down."

"Okay, then let's get that thing going as planned by Mr. Swillius... well... you can't take the lead."

When Suilius nods with a happy smile at Hull's answer, he adds words softly as he looks at Altrius.

"Yeah, no"

"You can't."

"I can't."

Then Sittius, when Hal again said his gaze toward Altrius, Artrius finally stood up.

"... lords... look at me. No, no, no, no, no, no!