Border Guardian Hal Akircius

In the same period, in Cilentium

Citizens of Cilentium rose to the signs of a boiling battle when they descended.

As early as the Corps advanced to the forefront of the Border Guardian Officers, the city sprung up at its outing ceremony, but the anxiety and exaltation that had since been spread among the citizens by the Ordinary Declaration issued by Sittius and by the Declaration of Work Dedication gradually subsided.

Information about the enemy, the Halemians, and the status of the march of the Silentium army had been communicated to the citizens temporarily, except in sensitive cases, and immediately the citizens began to regain calm.

There is no one who does not know that the battle against the Halemians will be harsh if they are a people of Cliffonam living in the north.

The families and friends of the soldiers who marched out pray to the Sun God for their safety.

Those who came to the Temple of the Sun did not cut the pull, so much so that, at times, they could even queue, and were, on the outside, Cilentium citizens pretending to be calm, but deep in their hearts, it was shown with certainty that they felt considerable anxiety.

Erlacia was able to distract Hull's anxiety and loneliness about his cheapness from his unexpected busyness, but he tends to get depressed at night.

It was also an impossibility because my beloved husband was on his way to crusading the dangerous and barbaric Halemites, but that is not the only reason.

Evening, pharmacy office.

Alshalea closes her eyes for a while when she puts a blurry hand on Ellesia's abdomen lying on her sleeping table.

Then he put in the light of his hand and slowly opened his eyes and slowly uttered words.

"... El, I'm sure you're giving me children."

"Is it still true"

Alshalea frowns at the answers she sees with certainty.

"If you had noticed, Hal, I should have told you."

"No... I'm going to fight, but I don't think I should blunt my feelings"

Alshalea utters a frightened voice at Ellesia's dialogue, which does not seem to

"... perfectly, strangely healthy. But I can't help it if you're depressed."

"Yes, but I knew I should have told you..."

Arshalea encouraged her niece with a gentle grin when she woke her torso from her bedroom and said Ellesia with an anxious face while slightly gripping the blanket she was being put on.

"Don't worry, your hull, because you will be back soon to defeat the Halemians! Don't be depressed now. I just need to do everything you can to help you, Hal. Hal, when I came back and looked at your stomach, your surprise would come to my attention now - and... your kids, right? She must be so cute..."

A smile finally returns to Ellesia's face in her aunt's bright voice.

"Right... what I can do... right!

Where did the depression go until earlier, when Alshalea, shrugged away, unwittingly advises Ellesia, who grabbed both hands in front of her chest and changed her mind lightly.

"But hold off for a while until the baby calms down."

"I know, aunt!

"... do you really understand?"

He was no other Alshalea who laughed bitterly when he saw his niece get back on track at all times.

Cilentium Commercial District, Dennis Grocery

When he was in the village of Almar, Dennis, who had already retired as a farmer to build cages and woodworking to complement his life, learned how to shop from Julianus, who was staying, and set up a shop with his fellow craftsmen.

Dennis is in charge of sales and sales, taking care of purchasing crafts made by his peers, and occasionally purchasing crafts and cages manufactured in the margins.

Dennis and the others make Cliffonam finishes that lack elegance because they are rugged and long-lasting for sale, but there are also clustered orders coming in from Colonia Fellum with mines and Fradia, where mining in coal mines has begun, little by little but making money.

The characteristic of his grandson Mark being extremely strong in calculations and numbers became apparent in Julianus' view, and during his stay, Julianus received academic gestures that went to the cutting edge of the empire, such as mathematics, mathematics and geometry.

He also had an inherently sensitive personality, and had begun to have an eye for identifying selling products by actively talking to the good and bad products and city people while he was a child, which surprised Julianus and Dennis.

In the morning, beside attending a study hall, Mark helped his grandfather run the shop exclusively with his parents and brothers who went to farm work, which, coupled with their adorable looks, became a sign for the Dennis grocery store.

Mark asks his grandfather, who is cleaning next door, as he lines up the cage, which is still a product, at the store today.

"Hey, Grandpa, you're talking about the halemias and the buns, right?

"Well, the border guard went to kill the Halemian."

"Yeah, didn't King Alford kill you?

When Mark completes the line of cages and smiles satisfied with their appearance before saying so, Dennis answers his smile to Mark without stopping.

"Then King Alford was given that throne after losing to the Border Guardian. The Halemians, who lost and thought King Alford was gone, attacked us thinking Cliffonam was weaker."

"Yeah, but you're stronger than King Alford, aren't you?

You're right, but the Halemians don't know about the border guards.

"Oh well - I don't know - so when you find out Master Henki is stronger, you won't be attacking me anymore, will you?

"Well, I'm sure it will."

Mark said well as he stopped cleaning his hands and returned a tickling smile to Dennis as he stroked his own head.

"Dear Henkiki Minkan, I hope you get rid of the Halemians soon"

Cilentium Administrative Region, 21st Regiment Garrison

"When I say alignment, it is alignment!! That's not alignment. How many times do I have to tell you that? Alignment is alignment because it makes rows neatly! Yours is just a herd!! Align!

The warriors of Cliffonam and Oran, who placed their shields in front of their left with an unfamiliar method and held a short imperial-style spear with their right hand, move by the decree of Altrius.

But even in that move, which cannot be flattered and smooth, Altrius' curse flew.

How many times do I have to tell you? Should I be cursed?

"Hi-eh."

"So are you!

"Ha-ha."

"You! The helmet is backwards and forwards. '

"Geez."

Weird warriors raise their voices whenever they get a curse from Altrius.

You have to look at the commander to follow the command, but it seems that the problem exists before the imperial-style way of commanding.

The warriors of Cliffonam and Oran gathered this time seem to be poorly aware of Altrius, the Necromancer, and have not seen Artrius properly.

Because they are not tribes in the surrounding area of Cilentium, but warriors who came from afar to hear of Hull's fame, so it was only at this time that they arrived at Cilentium because it was a gathering from a remote area.

It was then the Imperial Ghost General who responded to the recruitment of Northern Legion soldiers and waited for them to examine their gear and enter the training ground willingly after being given gear and explained how to wear it.

Yes, it was Altrius, the ghost general who bought the trainer and left.

I had heard rumors, but it would be impossible to shrivel when you see the real thing in front of you.

"And I didn't hear that the Necromancer was in charge of training."

"Oh, oh..."

Altrius' sharp gaze penetrated the blurred magnificent warrior and the young warrior who answered it while managing to align it with the decree.

And the two hardening people are relentlessly made to curse.

"There! When you're in training, you have the guts to speak your own language! It's good to call. '

"" Hih!!

He managed to do the alignment and march, and before the snoring but aligned warriors, Altrius stood on the stage with his hands on his hips and proclaimed them high.

"You were created today as the first and second auxiliary regiments of the flourishing Cilentium! The warrior will be a soldier at this moment, so spare no time to train while you sleep from today! From now on, I will be training you straight away!

"" "You're lying..." "

Altrius' fury flied at the soldiers who spilled by accident.

Private language is forbidden!!

Cilentium Administration, Office of the Administrator

Two badly resembled men stood in front of Sittius.

"Chief Administrator, I'm guessing you're calling us in for something worthwhile, right?

It was a fat man standing on the right who uttered sarcastically intimidating words to Sittius, who sat at the clerk's desk with his exploring eyes, and his greasy fingers were fitted with several expensive rings in his sight.

But Sittius doesn't react particularly just by looking at the man.

A fat man exasperates at that attitude.

"Kisama, what's that attitude? He wants to be a deposed official!! What brings you back to the border city administrator? I don't care!? You still don't know what we're capable of!

Sittius turns an obvious contempt eye to the two men in front of him, namely Sir Lucilius and the arms dealers' valets connected to Sir Plutus, who belongs to his faction.

Reddening his face, he took control of the man, who was harder to heighten, and a skinny man standing on the left uttered words with a voice that seemed gloomy as it seemed.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Nothing else, I want to order weapons and protective equipment. The quality is the same as last time or more please. I will not dare make a temporary contract, but please keep the delivery or conveyance of the goods packed with the Commercial Secretary of Orchius. The number is 10,000, just like last time."

Answered Sittius kept an eye on the documents placed on his desk. When he said so, he pointed to the entrance and exit with his hand with a pen.

I would say get out.

I called it in, and this beating, blue muscle floats on the men's foreheads.

By "arms merchants", we mean faction-held merchants served by historical aristocratic branches, second sons, and third sons. At the same time, it also means that they are indispensable human beings for temperament and pride.

A skinny man opened his mouth as he tingled his temples.

"I understand your order... but you're listening, aren't you? Something tells me the northern barbarians are attacking with great armies..."

"You know me well."

"Don't insult us."

Sittius lifts a single eyebrow to the voice of a fat man.

"I don't remember you insulting your lords... well, I think you're stupid and shallow"

"Nah, Kiki you!?

I tell Sittius in a covert voice, like a skinny man whispering, with room for a fat man who is blushing or blackening his face in anger.

But the voice sounded strangely and often in the room.

"... this city will be over by now, how about it's time to figure out how to shake yourself? Sir Lucillius may now support your return as a central official."

Obviously a conscious statement by the officials around you.

But Sittius doesn't move.

"Now what?

"So Sir Lucilius..."

"Oh, was that the word of a maggot that nests in the empire? I'm surprised the maggots had words, but you don't deserve to hear such things. Maggots can be maggot-like and go fishing for rot with their peers, and they don't know what to say."

A skinny man who blocks the skinny man who tried to utter the same word again and peels his eyes at the excess content of the words of Sittius uttered.

"Become...!

"Oh, yes, we at Cilentium will create two auxiliary corps of 5,000 men, please know that"

"What? You're not allowed to do that, are you?

Instead of a skinny man who is out of sentence, a slightly re-held fat man says with a nasty grin, but Sittius responds with a scornful gaze going on top of it.

"So, auxiliary corps, my name is? Didn't you understand people's words for the use of worms? Or was your lord actually a bug too... well, if you look closely, a leg on the side... oops excuse me, was that belly meat"

"Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg You!! Give me a break no more!!!

The fat man, who inadvertently holds his flank in Sittius' words and has a deep understanding of the meaning of the word, exclaims with the momentum to put the hot air out of his head at the excess insult.

There is no time for a skinny man to stop him, and the fat man dyes his face to the vermilion with an unexpectedly quick figure of his own, turning his desk from his left and trying to grab it by Sittius, who sat in his chair.

But Sittius didn't even look like he moved, and grabbed the man's wrist with his right hand uncrafted.

Michi, Michi.

"YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!

Sittius' arms swell up, his fat man's fat wrist squeezed in half, and he makes a noise that multiple rings embedded in his fingers.

"Become?"

Leaving room for a lean man with his eyes open in amazement, Sittius throws his flesh-filled body to the floor without even looking at a fat man screaming in pain with a shrimp.

Damn, and a fat man falling down on the floor with a damp falling noise.

"When I was in the center, it was a thing that was often grabbed by the negotiators. That hasn't happened in a while... well, if I punish you for this, I'll make you feel better."

A skinny man said abominably as he hugged a fat man blowing bubbles.

"You don't know if you regret it, do you?

"... regret has already been done in the Empire. This is the city of Cilentium, the capital of the North, where regrets can even be turned into memories."

The skinny man, even cut back on the throwaway dialogue and losing his words, lends a hand to the fat man who is still blowing bubbles holding the wrist left of Sittius' bill, and exits the Office of the Administrator with these bodies.

"Well, the break is over"

After the two unusual footsteps were completely deafened, Sittius said, the officials, who had swallowed their solitary spit and watched them go, hurriedly dropped their gaze to the desk, desperately paperwork and began to run the pen.

It was only after a while that Sittius began to glance at the new documents.