Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Senators of the Senate became only aristocratic nobles and a few civic nobles.

Senators from the faction are not there because all of them went to the battlefield.

The officials were expelled from the floor, the place of voting, by the hand of Lucilius, and pushed into the modest room.

Seeing what is happening on that floor, Sir Lucilius leaks the laughter of the synagogue and says with his hands wide open.

"This is what the Senate should be, the Senate that does the right politics by nobility!

Members of the aristocratic aristocracy stood up in unison to the words and praised them with great applause.

After some applause, Sir Lucilius turns to a civic nobleman who gradually did not applaud or stand up with his hands spread.

"So... can't the brothers agree with me?

"... I don't agree"

One senator slowly stood up and said.

"Oh, hey? Sir Quinkinatus... do you want to exit all the chairmen of your father?

"You can leave... if you want, Sir Lucillius. If you are to be heard such meaningless and empty chatter, I dare you to accept the inconceivable disgrace of not being on the floor at the time of the vote."

To Sir Quinkinatus, who said grandly, Sir Lucilius replies in a playful manner.

"Too bad... you are a civic aristocrat. Historical imperial aristocrats, I thought you would understand if we discussed this... I'm so sorry."

A civic aristocrat is an aristocrat originating from an imperial citizen who existed at the time of the founding of the empire, and rightly so, an imperial citizen whose family lineage also exists a house older than an aristocratic aristocrat.

Formerly a faction of aristocracy with solid forces, but gradually pushed by aristocratic aristocracy to lose power, a faction that now survives in detail as a minority.

Recently it was in the form of welcoming and managing to survive the aristocratic nobility, but it was temporarily active for about fifty years before the chancellor became the flag of Lord Greater Quinkinatus.

But since the reign of Emperor Magnus, he has lurked the ringing, and none other than Sir Greater Quinkinatus, who has been in the chair for many years, has been able to keep track of what he has said about this.

That is what came here and rebelled against the aristocratic nobility.

As Lord Lucillius, he dared to leave it on the floor to persuade the nobles to take the form of representatives, but they also trampled on their generosity, saying that the civic nobility would not quit the floor, which was the senator's greatest disgrace.

"Now if you'll excuse me... Your Majesty the Emperor, I'm sorry..."

"Okay, never mind... as much as I'd like to leave too... but my last possession gets in the way of it, I'm sorry"

Magnus smiles at Sir Quinkinatus, who greets himself politely.

"With that said... what happened to Lord Son? I can't see him."

"Ah, he's disgraced for not attending, and he's gone far."

"...? Well... far away, okay... after that, please"

Sir Lucilius, who had bitterly missed the voluntary exit of the civic nobility from the floor, turned again to Magnus when he laughed with his nose all the time.

"... reasonably good, without the cooperation of a minority of citizens, etc., it has no effect... Your Majesty!

"You still call me emperor?

Ironically, and looking at Magnus, who says without power, he raises the corner of his mouth, Sir Lucilius carries on the words.

"Yes, I would still call you… in the form of a concession, irrespective of your responsibility for the failure of the Southern operation… yes, I would not dare to concede the emperor's throne to Grand Duke Gratius, whom Sir Tarnius proposed earlier in Parliament"

"What if I say no?

When Magnus said it in a funny way, Sir Lucilius made his face pull.

"What have you... said no over this period? You can't do that. Look, you give up the Emperor's throne... and I won't allow you to refuse."

Senate, Modern Room

Not so far from the floor, the central official senator and the president of the Senate, pushed into the Senate's chamber, looked back at the sound of the doors opening, and there stood the face of a civic nobleman.

The dark unionists attached to the entrance as watchdogs also seem to have had some confusion about the civic nobles trying to enter the room themselves, opening the door unbridled.

"Oh, didn't it matter... what about His Majesty the Emperor?

"… protected last resort"

The Speaker of the House of Lords, who welcomed Sir Quinkinatus, who came to the gallery. Old Quinkinatus sighed loudly when he heard his son's words.

"Well... I don't have a choice"

After sighing, Sir Quinkinatus, who sees the windy father looking down and thinking, after a while, gradually calls out to his father, the chancellor.

"So, what do you do, Father?

Listening to his son's words, the chancellor spoke slowly as he finally raised his face.

"Oops, that's it... I also talked to Lord Cassius and thought I'd start another senate here."

"... another senate?

When Sir Quinkinatus sees it, Cassius is also nodding.

And Cassius who speaks the words clearly.

"Yes, unlike the aristocratic nobility, we are launching a new Senate in this place… fortunately, there are plenty of senators here. With this many people, there will be no problem. Because we are the senate."

"Wahaha, it must be! The Senate floor is the floor, not the Senate, because the Senate means the assembly of our senators themselves. Strange to say the truth."

He supplements Cassius' words with a lavish laugh, and the chancellor looks back at his son with a face he just says how it is.

There was also a natural grin on Sir Quinkinatus's face when he saw that face.

Yes, there is no need to hold anything to the floor.

If the senators get together, that's where the senate is.

"No, I see... that sounds interesting... then?

The chancellor grinned deeply at his son's words.

It is a laugh like a prank kid who comes up with a prank and is convinced that the prank will always succeed.

"Oops, let's first... grant the Border Guardian the authority to cross the border, fortunately, there are no more of us as proof that our grandchildren, who are senators and senators, are close to him, have obtained the approval of our senate. What do you say?

"... I often say to you that you forced me to go. Well, I'm sure he wasn't a dick either."

Cassius inquired of Sir Quinkinatus, who smiled bitterly at the voice of his father, who seemed sincerely delighted.

"By grandson... are you referring to Sir Quinkinatus Jr?

"Yes, my father asked me to look north and send my grandson... Gnaeus, also a senator, to Cilentium. Well, he seemed happy, but now he's been told he's farming with land subsidized in Cilentium."

"What... to Cilentium?

Cassius shouts his surprise.

The original civic aristocracy has no territory like the aristocratic aristocracy.

Most people work in the city well, and they don't hate their labor, starting with farming.

It is those who live the same life as their citizens, even if they are aristocrats, who boast an honorable history of being a civic nobleman and declining to grant territory in order not to forget their origins.

In fact, the Quinkinatus family had agriculture as an industry.

Quinkinatus men who, unlike territorial management, actually plant, grow and harvest crops themselves to obtain food, and although they employ people to run large farms, also have their own sickles and sickles.

That is also the way of life of the civic aristocracy.

It has been a long time since it was lost, but it is the creed that the original civic aristocrats are encouraged to go to the city well in normal times, to the military in times of war, and to the government if they can afford it.

I have been disgusted by the tyranny of aristocratic nobles lately, and politically very depressed that those who serve as senators are just here now, but there are still plenty of civic nobles residing in the Imperial capital.

"Let us also call on the civic nobles, apart from the veterans.“ In times of war, the army. "Now is the time to do it."

The chancellor opened his mouth as he heard his son's words with a satisfying smile.

"Then the proposal to grant temporary cross-border authority to the Border Guardian Officer, those in favour"

"I agree."

"Me too."

"Of course I agree"

One by one, the senators give their assent.

Upon confirmation that all have expressed their agreement, the chancellor, Old Quinkinatus, takes the vote.

"Pass by a large majority! So, what do we do when we give the Gnaeus urgent news? It's not this room that has the transmission stone."

Cassius opened his mouth to the chancellor twisting his neck.

"... the speaker tube is connected to the kitchen... and the cooks can be trusted."

"... well, but the kitchen, I see, is under control, but sometimes just in case."

In the Senate floor, meals and drinks may be served to senators, royalty and aristocrats in modest rooms.

With all his skill, an emperor who does not belong to any faction is hired once and for all.

But it's not necessarily that the intermediaries are not in the middle of it, and there's no ex or child if they're subdued or watched.

"... so... let's do this. It's classic..."

Everyone roared at Sir Quinkinatus's suggestion.

"Is that the best I can think of right now... luckily there are no unionists in the room watching me"

"... then"

"Uhm."

"Hi, it's the Senate Kitchen."

"What are you guys doing?

They were union members who suddenly appeared to face the cooks, but they quickly regained their minds and raised no voice whatsoever.

"What, what can I do for you!

"Ah, it's the Senate kitchen. At the request of the senators, I brought bread."

When a young cook-headed woman answers with her little neck tilted, the union member's face becomes more rugged.

"How did you order that?

"Eh, there's a voice tube everywhere in the senate..."

The face of the union members became even more rugged by the cook's head, who answered with a flair that he also said was natural.

"... well, voice-over tubes... hey, you get the tools, remove the voice-over tubes, and then somebody watch the kitchen."

"Yes."

The union members ran one of their men before turning to the cook head.

A union member who hatefully crushes a frightening cookhead to the margin.

"But... they're busy when it comes to hostages. If you're a senator, you're fat. Well, okay, let's see inside."

"Yes, please."

The union members who inspect the breaded cage offered by the cookheads get their noses tickled and their expressions loose by its good aroma.

"... normal bread"

"Yes ~"

The union members looked around at the cages as they said so and took a few pieces of bread from each cage.

"Ah?"

"There will be no complaints."

"Yes..."

Intimidating a screaming cook's head, the unionists looked at her even more frightened and had a nasty grin.

"Good, let's go."

Faces of the Senate kitchen entering the dreaded room finally took a sigh of relief when he saw the face of the senate chancellor, a familiar face.

"I've waited. Then come here."

But when the chairman invites the cook head, he doesn't even look at the bread cage offered by the cook head, and gives instructions to the cooks who were coming after him to take off their clothes.

"Oh, um... what about bread?

"Later, change your clothes first"

"Yes...? Huh? What is this?

In the margins of the confused cooks, among the senators, the cooks who came, dressed similarly, were chosen to change clothes.

"Who talked to them?

"Wow, it's me...?

When the cook head answered, he whispered in a whisper that was at all times extravagant to the chancellors.

"The Lord will return, the latter has changed his clothes. Then go."

"That little..."

"Yes, I need you to help me escape."

"Eh!

"Oh... sorry to bother you ~"

A unionist voiced heartlessly at the cookhead who came out of the room with a dreaded empty cage.

"... hey"

"Hi-eh."

Although I frowned at the appearance of the jumping culinary head, the union members utter words without showing any further reaction.

"Bring our bread later, too."

"Yes..."

A voice also flew from another union member at the head of the cook who lowered his chest with relief.

"Bring it as soon as you can"

"Oh, I see."

Sir Quinkinatus and the rest of the House of Lords rushing down the hallway of the Senate with the cook's head at the forefront, wearing a white apron on a simple cook's piercing coat instead of a constant oval coat, with an empty cage in his hand, and a deep cooking hat.

Along the way, I went wrong with a union member with a tool, probably to dismantle or destroy the audio pipe, but there was nothing in particular to be done, and I sighed a relieved little.

"The transmission stone communication room... is on the other side..."

"No, all of a sudden you'll be suspicious of lookouts even if you go, because the transmission stones will naturally hold you back... but you're talking about the Western Postal Association, so surveillance shouldn't be repressed if you allow it. Take the bread to the transmission stone communication room."

Stopping one of the senators attempting to head directly to the transmission stone communications room, Sir Quinkinatus said so, speaking again to the cook's head.

I'm sorry. I'm begging you.

"Again - haha... I'm scared ~"

Once back in the kitchen, the cookhead and Sir Quinkinatus, who refilled the new bread into the cage, headed to the Western Postal Association Senate Branch with transmission stones.

"Shh, it's the Senate kitchen - I'm here to deliver bread."

"... what are you guys doing?"

"Oh, uh, it's the Senate kitchen ~"

"So what?

The cookhead, awesome and half crying from the union members, still manages to offer a cage of bread while attempting to explain.

"Uh, uh... I got a request from everyone at the Western Postal Association."

………

"Ahem."

The cook's head screams at the union members who peek into the cage and take the bread, but they panic and look down and shut up.

That's how the voice came down with the sound of eating bread from the top of the head of the cook head looking down.

"... regular bread, you can come in."

"Yes ~"

The cookhead, who hastily took Quinkinatus and others into the transmission stone communications room under the jurisdiction of the Western Postal Association, cheers up and speaks up.

"It's the Senate Kitchen - I'm here to deliver bread"

The association members of the Western Postal Association Senate Branch, who should have been under house arrest but suddenly appeared surprised at the faces of the Senate kitchen, stood up from their seats and inquired, not wanting to.

"Hey, what is it? What are you talking about all of a sudden?

"I didn't ask you, did I?

"What the hell is going on?

Lowering back with both shoulders of the teary-eyed cook-head too many things, he takes the hat that was worn deep in his eyes, and Lord Quinkinatus opens the retrieval port for documents written in an official format signed by the President of the House of Lords from under the apron.

Send this Senate document to Cilentium.

"... Sir Quinkinatus..."

After the association member who saw the face glanced out, he thought a little before answering.

The documents given by Sir Quinkinatus are well formatted, but the tablecloth has been cut off, no matter what you think.

I'm guessing there's something to do with us not being told why we're under house arrest.

"I see, I understand. It is us who are not supposed to intervene politically, but if you mean the transmission stone communication of the letter, I will accept it. Please know that this will take time as it will be via Colonia Meridieto"

"No matter what I know"

Sir Quinkinatus replied with a smile as he handed the papers to the members of the association.

Senate floor

Magnus slowly opened his mouth to Sir Lucilius, who was pressing for a concession.

"Emperor's throne gives way to deputy emperor Julianus"

"Become!?

"Can't you hear me? Then let's say again, the emperor's throne gives way to his deputy, Julianus."

"... aren't you listening to people? I go to the Grand Duke of Gratius..."

To the clear words of Magnus, Sir Lucilius speaks by pushing his anger to death while making his face red, but the words Magnus uttered again were against his will.

"The Emperor gives way to Julianus"

"Gu, this......!

"Give way to Julianus!

"Ko... His Majesty the Emperor has been distracted! So I'll give you protection in the office!

By order of the overwhelming Lord Lucillius, the Dark Union men, who knew little of their fears, rambled Magnus, the emperor.

"The next emperor is Julianus!

"Ugh."

Again from the Senate floor, in a tone as strong as Magnus pushes in case, Sir Lucilius looks up and speaks up.

On the Senate floor, where Magnus had left, Sir Lucilius decided to submit his proposal as early as arrow as if to hold his grudge and repeat the farce.

Because even without the emperor, we can make decisions in the Senate about the position of governor.

"Then I'm going to shape the system of the future empire first. I will put Lucillius as assistant emperor, Sir Tarnius as consul, Sir Plutus as treasurer, and my son Vandeus as commander-in-chief to set up the system! Applause those who approve!

Approval by applause that springs in unison.

The satisfied Sir Lucilius, thanking him, then gives instructions.

"Now let's start the reconciliation negotiations with Siluha… there is no other way to see the status quo of the Imperial Army than to reconcile. The territory can be reclaimed even if it is taken, but it is clear that there is no way that Siluha can fight it now. As it is, the Imperial City will be caught in a war! We must protect the Empire from the fires! Perhaps Siluha's hope would be to secure a trading route, cede Poutulus Leames and Colonia Leamesia and Leamesia... now there's nothing else to endure, but we'll get it back any day!!

Pre-negotiation with Siluja included the assignment of the province of Lemesia, which I know was a late white-white dialogue, but excuses to the citizens and factions of the Imperial City go through.

There is no army to move in the first place.

The southern front cannot be cleared for some time now, nor can it immediately bring back troops at sea.

There are no soldiers in the Empire who can quickly secure anything other than the convocation of retired soldiers, as Magnus instructed, later to the extent of calling mercenaries from Western countries and northern barbarians.

But the countries of the West are far away, and the barbarians of the north have been held back by border guards.

There are a large number of private soldiers in the territory of aristocratic nobility, but private soldiers with territories close to the imperial capital have already assembled to hold the imperial capital, and there is no army to hit Siluha.

I asked him to detain the army on the southern front, but I do not expect him to be beaten without that much skin, and now there is nothing else to negotiate with Siluha, as has been established policy, for something with some slight anxiety about Siluha's trends.

Sir Lucilius made a selection of personnel to send a mission, while contemplating future prospects.