Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Cilentium Administration Building, Grand Conference Room

After finishing talks with Leishing Bank and Crissurawinus, Hal was to move to the Great Conference Room with Sittius, who had quickly written up the arrangements.

Opening the door of the great conference room, the officials of Cilentium, consisting of various ethnic groups, smiled in front of him and welcomed Hal.

"" "Good luck" "

"Oh, thank you"

The officials greet Hal with their voices together as he rounds his eyes.

The officials, who smiled deeply at Hal for giving him a hard thank you, then touched Hal's body with a pepper as he walked out the door or asked him to shake his hand, and walked away as he showed his affection.

Everyone returned to their respective departments while Hal was distraught, and only each secretary in the room awaited Hal's seat with a pranky grin.

When Sittius passes by Hull's side and arrives at his seat, Hull finally returns to his reserved seat.

"What about them?

"Those who thought of the battlefield here in the administrative building of Cilentium and crushed their hearts every day for their backward support, those who waited for the return of Lord Akircius for a thousand autumns, and wanted to say hello once and for all, they were sticking here."

In the words of Sittius, who answers Hal's question without hesitation, Hal was finally convinced.

I hear that Sittius headed this backward support and pulled people out of each department to get to it.

Their hands secured weapons repair items for the food, consumables, medicines and household items needed for the battle, and transportation was arranged and sent to the battlefield without delay.

He also takes the wounded soldiers sent from the battlefield, transports them to the pharmacy for treatment, removes and repairs the broken heavy weapons and weapons, and sends them back to the battlefield.

It is easy to speak by mouth, but the hardships of those who have actually done it are beyond sight.

They stayed until Hal arrived today on the day of their dissolution.

Hal looks around at the commissioners feeling the warmth gushing through his chest, but everyone just smiles.

Officials who defended Hull's back through a variety of hardships and fractures that were also different from front-line life deliveries and fulfilled rear support to the end.

But unfortunately the ability, constant effort and fulfilment of the officials showed great, but I'm sure there were various difficulties and crises that were not ordinary, and it was only by their appearance that Hal felt closer to respect than gratitude.

And those are the chief commanders that remain here now.

"Thank you, gentlemen. Thanks to you, we were able to return safely without suffering food shortages or supplies."

"No, not much compared to the hardships on the battlefield. Now we're just celebrating your return and your safety. And they were proud to be on the battlefield with Lord Akircius at the rear, just to draw their thoughts from it, to the full advantage of the government."

To Hal's words, Sittius replied in a pale but very emotional manner.

"Well, I'll change it, thank you very much."

"Good day, Lord Akircius. You've succeeded again... more and more in being a good man... ha"

"Happy victory, Waha! Thanks to you, the market is in full swing!

"... secret weapon... did it help?

"I saw it up close, but you crossed the curiosity of a soldier!

"It's lovely... it's too lovely, Lord Akircius...!

"Oh boy, now you've got a load of shoulders, well, good luck"

"I've been waiting for you with a long neck, Lord Akircius."

Responding with a smile to the spoken ministers of each department, Hal urged Sittius with his eyes to proceed with the proceedings.

Sittius, rising from his seat as he returned his silence, opens his mouth with one hand with the material.

"So… now we will begin the Cilentium Executive Council meeting, first of all about the children of Lord Achilcius and Lord Erreisia who are due to be born around the summer…"

"Wait a minute!

Hal hangs up the wait about the proceedings that Sittius took out.

"What is it?

Hal hastily inherited the word to Sittius, who leaned his neck with no expression.

"Well, please take that off this agenda"

"Really? Too bad, I thought I'd think of a name or something..."

"No, no, that's not what we're discussing here, is it?

"I don't think so."

"No, let's stop it"

"Well, if Lord Akircius says so..."

When the illegible Sittius of the Imaichi expression lifts his eyebrows tingly and dismisses the proceedings and retrieves another dossier, the secretaries turn the dossier on the desk with a sincerely sorry face.

The registrar, Dresines, and others, had plugged the new registry book into the bottom of the dossier with a truly unfortunate face.

Sittius opens his mouth, confirming that everyone's material has changed from what was described as the name of the Achilcius family child to what was described as the New Alliance strategy.

"Again… on the overview of the enlarged Cilentium Alliance, this time with the addition of the Northern Nations, almost all Cliffonams except a few tribes in the East joined the Cilentium Alliance, a single Northern Border Unity Industry was established with this in mind, and from now on we would like to aim to develop within the region and expand to the West, but… as soon as possible the Orans in the West moved… Recently, the Alleony Patriarch Lord Chris Urawinus visited the Cilentium as a representative of the Orans, where there was a meeting between the award of the throne and participation in the Alliance. Lord Akircius has responded that he will receive this."

"Isn't it premature?

When Kaudex first spoke, Sittius nodded one and urged him to continue speaking as he did.

"So while we're at it… I'm not impressed that the still fragile Cilentium of the financial base carries any more burdens. Reconstruction support for both Cedenia and Possia tribes, the Colonia Pontis construction, the Fradia urban improvement project, the laying of streets within the Alliance, and this alone is a considerable burden. Fortunately, there is an enormous handover, and although it does not mean immediate financial difficulties, I will disagree with you from the point of view of the treasurer, who aims to balance income and expenditure, which cannot be considered sound from the expected tax revenues and business revenues of Cilentium in three years' time."

A cowdex that erases the usual glossy grin and says it with a harsh look.

At the same time that word ended, now the Secretary of Commerce, Orchius, raised his hand and asked to speak.

"Oh, now excuse me..."

With the permission of Sittius, Orchius said so, standing from his seat, he spread his hands small in front of his own eyes.

"Now the economic market for Cilentium is about this small, but fortunately it is now linked to a vast market called Empire and East Photography, so economic activity is very active. If, however, an imperial conflict is expected and the country is also endangered by the eastern photograph, it is a thought that relies too much on these two markets, even though the Cilentium Alliance has also spread north, the land of the North is still an unknown market. But the Orans have been with the Empire for a long time, and money and culture are pervasive enough, so if you can take this in, you can secure the cost of stretching. If the Empire goes into a state of strife, the Orans will start buying goods from Cilentium that were previously dependent on the Empire, so even in that sense I think I should take the Orans in."

At the end of the day, with his hands wide open and claiming so, Orchius takes his seat.

"Is that good?

It is then the Registrar, Dresines, who asks for the floor.

With the permission of Sittius, Dresines slowly began to speak when he stood from his seat.

"Let me put it from the standpoint of one Oran rather than the Registrar this time, because the Orans have greatly reduced their sphere of power to the end of a long conflict, they must join us in the Silentium Alliance. Not at the end of the day, when the Kryphonums have dawned on the banks of the Ereil, the Empire has swallowed the southern half from nation to nation, the Halemians have threatened us from the north, and we are also being attacked by the Orans of the island, who are supposed to be brothers. The land of Oran is terribly exhausted from all forces. As it is, the peoples of Oran just wait to perish, and I do not want to be the dishonorable result of saying that any day they will become part of the empire, natural extinction, etc. If you can join the Cilentium Alliance, you want to connect hope to the future by assuming one of its wings as an honorable ally."

Dresines quietly took over the words once he cut the words and smiled a little to make sure they were all eager to hear.

"Please give the people of Oran, the people of the diaspora, an honorable role."

"But then the military burden of Cilentium swells up."

At the same time as Dresines finished his remarks, Altrius showed up at some point and said:

"Prior..."

Looking back and crushing Hal in the margins, Altrius says in a taunting manner.

"With the Silentium alliance, the pressure from the Empire and Cliffonam will be gone, and the border will be delineated, and the Halemians will have no more worries because Haryoshi has defeated them. No Orans or pirates have been expelled from the islands that plague the Orans the most. There is an urgent need to create a fleet to deal with this threat coming from the sea, but there is no such margin or capacity in Cilentium today. Besides, maintaining the fleet requires a tremendous cost and an excellent admiral in addition to trained naval soldiers, but there is no such thing. There is no way to fully protect the land of Oran in the present Cilentium. '

When I put my arms around Altrius' words, Hal spills pompously.

"Is it a fleet… but you have to have it any day"

"Oh my...!

"Lord Akircius was thinking about a western deal through the Oranian Sea."

Hal opened his mouth as Altrius responded surprised and Orchius nodded.

"Yes, if we can open the river route and connect the route from the estuary of the Ereil River to Western countries via the Oranian Sea, we can build another new trading route. Pirates and island Orans are in the way, so you have to build a fleet to eliminate them."

"Are you insane, Haryoshi? Even I didn't think that far... '

Hal grinned when he saw the astonishing Altrius.

"I still can't do it now, no people, no money, no place to build a ship, no materials, no technology. But you're gonna need any of that, so you can collect it now, right?

"Uhm, well, you are..."

Roaring Altrius. Hal turns back to Sittius and opens his mouth again.

"We have already notified you that we will allow the Orans to participate conditionally, but let you know that we will allow them to participate formally in the fall."

"Understood."

Cilentium Administration Building, Clerk's Office in Hull

After the meeting, Hal invited Altrius to the office when he asked the Temple of the Sun to send for Erlacia and Alshalea.

When Ellesia and Alshalea show up guided by the official, Hal first shows the great cleric wand offered by Vinfrind to the two of them.

"No wonder, this is the Grand Priest wand I was taken from"

When Alshalea took the cane, Hal was relieved and returned it once and handed it over to Ellesia.

"... to say this is here"

"... Delnford and Charlotte were taken over by the new Chief Flink, I think they were prepared for the extra"

"Really?"

Alshalea gently strokes Ellesia's back, who grabs the wand all the time and answers.

"... I wasn't so close, but I wasn't different to my brother and sister, let alone my cousin... It's sad to say I learned the battlefield"

………

Taking Ellesia's hand gently distorting her face, Hal quietly waited for Ellesia to settle down.

"So, what is the story?

"Right."

Where Ellesia settles down, Altrius and Alshalea ask Hull.

Hal had been worried for a while, but never opened his mouth when the maple he had called for had arrived in the room.

"... my predecessor's neck helped Prince Danford escape to Siluha."

………

"... did you, that neck"

Altrius, who is utterly silent on Hal's words, and Alshalea, whose expression is ready that the time has come to come.

"You know that, don't you?

To Alshalea, who nods silently at Hull's question, the maple who enters the room asks out of breath.

"... what is that? That was so creepy!

"That's definitely Altrius' neck. It's definitely from when Alford dropped it and put it at the tip of the spear and approached the Northern Border Post. But I sealed it so it wouldn't be used as a curse."

"My aunt?

Alshalea nodding again at the words of El Laicia.

"Alford put his neck in a box and told me to feed him with Altrius' body and gave it to him, but after a while his neck turned black, so it turned out that something had cursed Altrius. In this case, as a result of a poor burial, it could be stolen out for some reason and abused by someone. I sealed it before my neck woke up and kept it in the back of the temple of the Sun, but Alford, who heard the curse on my neck, took it away with him in interest. The seal was working properly until recently, but you seem to have loosened it..."

"The loosening of the seal will be the effect of the lifting of my curse… the seal on my neck will go hand in hand with the strengthening of my power."

Altrius, supplemented by Alshalea's explanation, looks to the floor with regret and carries on the words.

"It was despair and hope that I saw just before my death… the vague feeling and hope that a successor would appear in this land and take over my deeds, then the mindless mind that could be half-witted and fulfilled and brought it about, despair due to unspeakable anger and resentment against the empires, nobles and royalty that broke their promises, now that I think about it, what I have is apparently a strong element of hope, perhaps the element of despair came out darker than the neck that was away from this city"

A maple who was listening to Altrius twist his neck once asks a terrible question.

"... you know, I've been wondering, Mr. Altrius, you don't really have a grudge against people in Cliffonam or anything, do you? Why?"

"Am I right? It's obvious, if you follow my distant ancestors, you will reach Cliffonam, a clan that came under the control of the Empire, especially in the fairly old days. There is a sense of intimacy, but it was the great rebellion of Cliffonam in the first place and the disturbance of the late empire into its realm, so resenting the people of Cliffonam would be a difference?

Maple took the word further, surprised by the light Altrius answer.

"Well, that's true... well, to King Alford... well, they killed him, didn't they?

"Am I? Do you resent your opponent for losing a battle? In the first place, I don't know how many people I have to resent for that logic! I've been losing forever, haven't I? It's not a samurai or anything. It's just a samurai weakness! If you have time to resent it, it is the samurai who will make a comeback, explore the causes of your loss, and challenge you to rematch! Decisively defeated. I really want to scatter clearly, put my lack of effort on the shelf, resent my opponent for losing and get out. That's what makes the difference! What was left of my heart was to fulfill my mission and not keep my word! Not because I said no to Alford! Are you making fun of me?!

The contents of the maple question must have crippled the eclampsia, Artrius threatened the maple once and for all.

"Chi, no - I didn't mean it like that."

The awesome maple falls back in tears as she sifts and shakes her neck to the left and right.

"Well, don't underestimate me."

"Well... so, it's dealing with my neck... what do I do?

Hull shrugs on his shoulder and strokes his trembling maple head while forgiving Altrius and asking questions.

"There's nothing we can do about it now."

"Well... if you could bring it here, I would purify it... but now that the Emperor's curse is loose, I think the purification will work too."

Artrius was followed by Alshalea with his hand on his chin, he said.

"At this stage, you're saying you can't hit it."

"You are."

It was Altrius snorting at Hull's conclusion.