Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Colonia Meridieto, Mayor's Office

Adamantius grinned satisfactorily at the news of Hull's safe invasion of Siluha territory in a transmission stone communication, but then turned a stern gaze outside the office on the imperial side of the castle gate.

Under its eyes, the remainder of the three Imperial Army regiments that had been defeated and retreating by the Siluha army led by Asfarif had assembled.

The control of what is being greatly reduced by the number is clearly in place, aligned in search of entry into the city of Colonia Meridieto, but there is no way to try to push it through.

Adamantius, however, refused to enter the city and had given notice that only the commander would come to the city, but no reply had yet been received.

As an Imperial Army, you want to stand caged in this Colonial Meridieto and restrain the Siluha Army from entering the Imperial Capital, but this is becoming a different land from the earliest Empire, it is the territory of the Cilentium Alliance Border Guardian Officer, not to mention your former colleagues. Come on, you can't let the Imperial Army in.

As Adamantius turned his gaze outside the office, a voice hung from the door behind him.

"Mayor Adamantius, Commander of the First Regiment of the Imperial Army, has come to the South Gate for a meeting."

"... are you here?"

"Yes, the Commander of the Longs Army and two Commanders of the Army are coming to the castle gate with their deputies."

"Well, the Legion Leaders go into the city and lead them here. But don't let soldiers get inside the city. Although it used to be an Imperial post, Colonia Meridieto is now a city under the jurisdiction of the Border Guard Officer. It's bad for tired Imperial soldiers, but arrange for them to camp in the suburbs… you can give them the materials and food to do so."

Copy that, sir.

When the conductor brought back his orders, Adamantius opened his mouth to the two humans who were in the office.

"Well, Longs... there was some stiffness in my head, but I must have had a reputation for being a tough soldier, what can I do for you..."

"Well, normally, I just said temporary soldier protection and provision of food and fuel, but no matter how many border-custody municipalities, if that's the case, you don't have to go out on your own before the First Legion Commander, who is second only to the Deputy Commander-in-Chief. There may be other intentions."

In response to Adamantius' words was Quintus, who was supposed to be in command of the defensive squad at Cilentium.

The figure is the same for Adamantius, but it is a military uniform, with a sword already on it and ready to appear at any time.

"Other intentions are the problem… what do you demand…"

"May I be present?

When Adamantius is so crushed, the other person, this one also asks Sir Quinkinatus, Jr., dressed in military uniform.

The appearance was different from that of those who were farming in Cilentium, and the expression was also struck and changed to include harsh things.

To the words of Sir Quinkinatus Jr., Adamantius replies with a slight nod.

"I don't mind, I'd rather have it here"

"Okay, if you're an Imperial opponent, you'll get my little title."

When Sir Quinkinatus, Jr., replies, Adamantius then turns his gaze to Quintus beside him.

"Quintus, sit with him."

"Okay."

"Um, well, let's just say we listen first. Then we have to swallow this suggestion."

Listening to Quintus's reply, Adamantius sat back in his chair again, looking out for the desk documents.

Teito, Civic Neighborhood

"No, please don't."

"Ugh, whoa! Get out of the way, you cunt!!

The owner of the grocery store was knocked down by a stone clash of spears with anger, spitting blood reflexes, and next to it, a general who tried to shelter the store was brought into darkness with a few curls.

The commodities on the shelves, mainly groceries, have already been devoured, destroyed and even taken away and exposed to misery by those who are wearing armor helmets but can only be described as relaxed.

Citizens who come shopping for it just look at it trembling far away and not in a very helpful atmosphere.

Behind it were a few refraining from riding, watching the screaming damsel softly, and watching the dying shopkeeper cramp and blasting.

Screaming again, but it's not just this place.

Crying staggered with anger and screaming and screaming everywhere.

Similar sights unfolded all over the boulevard, and the Imperial Capital became a vicissitude dominated by violence and looting as if it had been occupied by bandits or barbarians.

Vandeus led a private soldier who had assembled from the territory and was walking our way through the main street of the Imperial City.

Vandeus rejoices and looks around with a nigga and a nasty grin, also completely healing the wounds of his body and heart that once came with a magistrate named Achillsius beating him up.

There is no one in Imperial Capital who defies himself now in the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Army.

Even if Vandeus does not dare to wear aristocratic authority and sprinkle prestige, fierce private soldiers who draw on its intentions intimidate or beat down the citizens of the Imperial City for no reason.

Vandeus' face, gazing with a laugh from the bottom of his belly at the frightened and fleeing imperial citizens, was no more satisfied.

His father, Sir Lucilius, went through this personnel for a monopoly of power in his body over his son's ability, but it was to produce the worst consequences for the citizens of the Imperial City.

The private soldiers brought to the capital by the Lucilius family and other aristocratic nobles were unreliable groups with no control, no training, no self-control, no spirit of lawfulness, etc., and did everything in their power to be abusive throughout the capital.

That number is about 100,000 at best compared to the million citizens of the Imperial City, and the majority of the scoundrels have never been properly trained or otherwise.

But the 100,000's unreliable avalanches into the Empire changed the city's appearance.

That said, the territory of the Lucilius family is vast, and inhabited by all kinds of people.

There are bandits, bandits, loose ends, chirps, all sorts of ways to put it, but there are also a lot of such people.

It used to let veterans and others exercise that control, but it was self-evident that the treatment was never good, and that half the number of veterans coming together would become more.

In the Lucilius family, private soldiers think separately as a kind of violent group, and they do not seek discipline or integrity like the Imperial Army, so it is a reality that they are powerful but abhorrent even within their territory, and security is mainly maintained by them, but it is also mainly them who are disturbing that security.

Such miserable people have entered the Empire City.

The Imperial Capital is in a situation where the gloom and relentlessness characteristic of those who use violence as their daily livelihood are unfortunately unleashed, and the magistrates who are supposed to control it are powerless, so there is no one to protect the citizens, and even a storm of violence and disorder erupts.

What that unreliable group of people who march into the jail on behalf of the magistrates do is pillage instead of policing.

Though it was not arson, I was tired of just plundering the citizens in my eyes and making them comfortable, and I got into the house and did everything I wanted to do right.

The security and atmosphere of Imperial Capital deteriorated once and for all, as the looting riots against the citizens of Imperial Capital by private soldiers became more frequent, and the citizens of Imperial Capital were even shrinking in the hope of a better situation.

Partheon and Governance Council, capital of the Kingdom of Siluha

In contrast to the magnificent Royal Palace, Siluha's Governance Council Hall, made of qualitative yellow sun-dried bricks, although it is situated in the best places for the city's transportation, from its construction it was very unlikely a place for those who shaped the country to gather.

A predecessor is a union of merchants set up as a venue for large-scale merchants with foundations in ten nearby cities to coordinate the interests of inter-city transactions, earlier than the establishment of a state in the region.

And the union created a country with the aim of ensuring the safety of trade routes.

From the city to the road, from the road to the surrounding area, from the surrounding area to the region, it gradually expanded its power, and when it realized it had become a powerful power on the eastern shore of the Setria Inland Sea.

It is the city of Partheon, which has developed on the basis of the oasis on which its union floor was set up, but it will develop even further after the nominal king has come to be placed.

But it is not the king who has moved the area more than in ancient times, the merchants culminating in the massive merchants known as the Ten People.

And it is the very nature of this country to aim to expand its commercial interests.

The ostensible king labels himself as aiming to establish hegemony in the Setria Inland Sea region, but he has no power.

It is not the hegemony of the Inland Sea coastal region of Setria that we want the merchants who are moving this country in a true sense, but the commercial power and the commercial area.

In a way, it is the merchants of Siluha who are aiming for something similar to hegemony.

The ten merchants gathered in that simple but strangely intimidating building are all the great merchants of Siluha with cheap strength.

The boundaries of the ten have remained unchanged, even as they have been repeatedly replaced and replaced with those with strength according to their times.

Meeting rooms unrelated to luxury.

But the plain textiles laid on the floor are luxurious Siluha textiles that are very untouchable in Teito except for the wealthy aristocrats.

Also, although none of the condiments provided in the room are frivolous, they are unified with good quality luxury products, and the prepared food and beverages are all first-class products with plenty of white sugar and luxury ingredients.

Sitting directly on the floor were all men dressed in luxurious Siluha garments and stocked with fine mustaches.

"Forts and cities along the streets are being dropped one after the other... the east photos are serious!

"... Lugusa's Border Guardian Civil Army is also showing disturbing moves... A wolf smoke table along the street earlier raised smoke informing the southbound. But it broke off on the way..."

"Looks like the Border Guardian Public Army has already set out south from Lugusa..."

"Oh, my God, this is the only place I'm going."

"I guess, the fortifications on the outskirts of Lugusa were also dropped, by now they would be in the process of preparing for a full-scale outing. As far as the movement goes, it's definitely working with East Photography."

"... the edge of business connected? Ha, this one is a huge loss!!

"... I've had some trouble abusing East Photo too much, but, well, there is."

"... the captain of the Capital Guard says he won't keep it for a week if East Photo and Border Guard officers come along?

"But that would be to say we should cage, wouldn't it? I don't really want to do Cage Castle because it's open to business..."

"I can't replace my life. If you're alive, you can get your losses back. You can't do business if you're dead."

"I don't know!"

"But no good, I didn't know the northern peripheral cities would do it so far... call it business, call it war, they just let me lose it over there"

"If that city hadn't gotten excited in the first place, it wouldn't have had to spend a lot of money on it. It's a war, not at all. The tumor over your eyes is really about that city."

"If it weren't for that city, East Photo would have to continue doing business with us knowing the loss... not the barbarians in the way at all!

"Speaking of interruptions... you East Photographed Le Seung Bang, that raccoon father!

"I didn't expect that fading east light to get this far. It was beyond my expectations..."

"As opposed to his decaying country, he is leading the Western province to prosperity. I'm not insulted... especially since I can't predict what I'm doing this time..."

"... I'll call Asfarif back. If there's any other troops left with him, I'll break the border guard and the East Photo."

"... but in time? The northern streets are blocked by border guards, and transmission stone communications are only going south."

"Still, we're clearly at the doomsday, aren't we? I can't keep my hands arched. There will be no other way to fly fast horses or use the sea route through Tion to Julius."

"Is there anything else..."

"Let's not..."

"If you have to, the king will die, as planned from time immemorial."

"Oh, the king who dared to put it in our country for that, perhaps the time has finally come to help."

"... and when we survive, that's not what we say."

"Ha, because the essence of Siluha lies with the ten people here in the Governance Council, naturally. Whether the country or the king takes its place or not, we remain the same. Even if this land is part of an empire."

"... then, in case..."

"... of course."

"But I want to avoid the war extending here as much as I can. Let's get Asfarif back as soon as possible."

"Oh, yeah"

"Then… let's recall Asfarif in order to hope for a speedy resumption of trade and to defeat the Empire and the East Photograph"

"No objection"

"Uhm show your approval"

"Likewise"

"Agreed"

"I don't know what else to do."

"Agree"

"I agree."

"Oh, yeah, I agree."

"I must agree with you."

"Then… by agreement, Asfarif will be recalled and used by the Border Guard Officer and East Photographer… to the benefit of all equally!

Outside Colonia Lemesia

"Ah, don't bother me... you bastard, it's a siege fight..."

The Siluha army, led by Asfarif, quickly proceeded east from there to surround Colonia Lemesia after defeating the Imperial Army by the Porta River.

Colonia Lemesia has more than about 3,000 defectors of the Imperial Army Third Corps fleeing and are incorporated into the city defensemen at the hands of Pernsa, the mayor.

The protection of the city by a total of more than 5,000 Imperial soldiers was stiff, and it was a difficult situation for Asfarif, who had not been equipped for siege warfare in view of the mountain crossing.

Potorus Leames, a port town with no decent walls, has already fallen, but we can't secure a base in Leamesia unless we drop Colonia Leamesia here.

For once, Asfarif requested the transport of heavy weapons and siege gear to Siluha's home country, as Poutrus Leames was now available, but it was a delicate matter of whether or not he would make it.

Asfarif will siege and attack Colonia Lemesia in the main, send detachments to surrounding towns and villages to attack them, and also loot food and other items in an effort to secure his army's supplies, while leaving Colonia Lemesia for operations that will induce isolation by showing their effects and smoke in doing so.

Citizens of Colonia Lemesia were causing anxiety to the smoke muscles of the burned surrounding towns and villages, where the soldiers were shredding their morale and the upset was spreading.

Moreover, the news of the new arrival in Colonia Lemesia is that the Imperial Army, which emerged from the Imperial Capital, has been defeated by the banks of the Porta River.

Now the reinforcements have lost hope.

"... I don't think things are going to get better where we opened up here, let alone resist once, we won't just have to plunder"

The city councillors and defensive captains also have no words for Mayor Pernsa, who squeezes words out with a bitter expression.

The mayor is right, I don't think there is any mercy in the Siluha army, which is the main gatherer and mercenary.

The gatherers are the poor in the first place, and although they are accustomed to being plundered or abused, there is nothing to say about adding hand and hand with that experience.

When you run off as fast as the people in that position, you don't have a toothpick.

Needless to say, mercenaries and others are professionals in looting.

There can be no such thing as forgiveness for those who take it is business and the main road.

Mayor Pernsa did not intend to make the choice to surrender without even counting the smoke lines of what kind of worries he would encounter if he offered the cities to such people.

Besides, Mayor Pernsa was successful in sending a letter to Adamantius.

"Even if we lose, we won't surrender here, we still have supplies, and the Northern Guardian who sent the request through General Adamantius may move, I think it's too soon to give up"

"But... are you glad we sent you a cross-border request that you wouldn't be able to send if you weren't originally the governor of the state...? And whether or not a border guard who knows about it moves… if he moves at an illegal request, the border guard will also be punished. You may not move if you think so..."

The city councillor says it's pompous, but Mayor Pernsa tried to brighten it up.

"I just have to believe that... bugs may be too good, but there wouldn't be any other way, would there?

………

Pernsa opened her mouth again to the city councillor who silently indicated that Pernsa's words were correct.

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for this emergency."

"... it's... no, we should all be responsible"

We cannot send a request for rescue to the Border Guard Officer to Pernsa, who is only supposed to pay for the Governor here in Lemesia.

Because that authority is only that of the Governor of the State, and must also be made at the request of the Governor of the State, Pernsa began to prepare for this request when the Siluha army broke through the border.

And finally, when the city was under siege, we sent this request under Adamantius.

Whether or not the Protector of the North would move was like a bet, not to mention taking a request from Pernsa, which cannot be called a formal request, and knowing only God would decide how to fulfill it, but the thought of not doing everything he could propelled his transcendental actions.

"The earliest hope is no more than the defeat of the Imperial Army on the south and the banks of the Porta River, except for the Protector of the North"

"... I have no choice, in any case, all we can do now is wait"

It was Pernsa snorting at the dark words of the defensive captain.