Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Two and a half months after Hull's return to Cilentium, Tronia, the capital of the Orans

Tronia boulevard decorated with colour removing cloth.

The main tronia, with its triangular roof buildings made of wood and lacquer, was another uniquely interesting city, unlike the imperial-style stone cities once familiar with Fradia and Hull.

Hal leads 1,500 Northern Legion soldiers on horseback to quietly continue down the boulevard.

On both sides of the street, warriors selected from each tribe of Oran are equipped with perfectly polished armor helmets, wearing a new cape, and this is again lined up with sharpened spears dedicated.

Outside it was not just the Orans living in Tronia, but the Oran people who rushed from all over to see the northern protectors taking the throne overflowing.

"This is interesting again... the world is wide"

"We use stones on the foundations, but wood and lacquer are the foundations for the construction of the Oran people."

Theosis of the Berefes, who heard Hal say as he was impressed, explained, as Hal again was impressed when he heard the abstract of its architecture.

"It's a humid, cool city."

Soon the Cilentium army, led by Hull, will arrive at the Royal Palace in Tronia.

The Royal Palace of Tronia, where no one has been Lord for the last 100 years.

Today, Hal Akircius, the Protector of the North, enters the palace, united in the hopes and expectations of the people of Oran.

And the people of Oran gathered in Tronia, swelling their breasts in hope, saw Hal disappear into the gates of the royal palace.

The feast and the introduction of the chiefs were put behind them, and the ceremony of succession to the throne was to take place first, and Hal was led to the square without having time to shed any travel dust.

In the squares within the royal palace the fire is kindled in abundance, and already the tribes and elders of the Orans have gathered to stand around the squares in a circular shape.

Hal, as he had been taught since then, circles around the burning fire to his own standing, vacant in the top seat.

Behind Hull lies Catechlawius, the oldest of the Orans, the chief Lunacioni, and Chris Urawinus, the largest tribe, the chief of the Aleonies, and even Randeljes, the chief of the Berefes.

These three will be positioned as Hal's guardians.

"Hal Akircius, Protector of the North. In welcoming this man as the new king of Oran, the dissatisfied offer is good… we respect and protect the free will of those present here and employ them after consultation for reasonable things."

………

……

No one reacts to the harsh words of Catecrawius.

Tensions fill the squares without a shudder.

"Then we, the guardians, the Catecrawius of Lunacioni"

"... ChrisUrawinus of Alleony"

"Randell 'Es in Bellefest"

"The above three represent the people of Oran and ask the great predecessors of Oran... who deserve to be greeted by the king?

A quiet square.

Only the sound of puffiness and incineration was heard, but the incineration was eventually smaller and disappeared.

Leaving room for surprise Hal, the Oran chiefs all kneel.

Soon after, four blurry and light-emitting figures appeared around Hull.

"Well... a group of islanders... but there is no difference, whose benevolence is worthy of a king"

"Likewise... the wisdom of the man, worthy of a king"

"... there is no difference, the heart of that person, worthy of a king"

"There is no difference... his martial arts, worthy of a king"

"So?"

When four harsh, tiny, clearly audible voices echo in the square, the shadow reconciles the voice with the signs of a uniform nod as Catecrawius asks on his knees, bringing it to its surroundings.

"This man shall be worthy of the king of Oran. And my people chose a good one: O the people of Oran, take a vow to welcome him to the king of Oran.

Encouraged by those who were in the middle of the shadow in surprise, Hal tries to utter the words of his vows not to be distracted.

"I pledge to preserve the peace and life, pride and tradition of the people of Oran and to be a new breeze to promise the future of the people of Oran"

The shoulders of the kneeling chiefs tremble in overly plain language.

You must be laughing.

"... what will happen?

This one also laughed. When Katekrawius asked the shadow, the shadow looked distracted for a moment, but the laughter leaked from each of the next moments.

"Heh, heh..."

"Kukukuku..."

"... haha"

"Wow, that vow, don't you forget?

"I understand"

Suddenly, Hal, much anxious to say that his inner heart had failed, replied so, giving the last word as a shadow nearby could not enjoy the laughter.

"Kukukuku... then let's recognize the four kings of Oran as the fifth king of Oran... good guide of the people of Oran, swordsman of the islands!... the reign will be filled with a good laugh '

As soon as the word was over and something was gripped in Hal's hand, the flames of the incendiary returned.

The light is all over the place, and the shadow has disappeared without a trace.

"... Oh, my God, Akircius."

Hang the words that Randell 'Es condemned, but the corner of his mouth is still distorted by laughter.

More and more laughter filled the square at that moment when Hal looked back with a slightly pitiful face.

"But it's been a long time since you've heard such a bright laugh"

Crissurawinus pounding and twinkling while arming.

After introducing herself to the chiefs who were laughing a lot, Chris Urawinus noticed her mouth was also broken as she watched Hal respond with a troubled face.

"Full of laughter..."

He was presenting to the chiefs who had gathered necklaces that Hal was said to be made of scales of ancient dragons given to him by the previous kings from within his hands.

Seeing Hal confused apparently not knowing how to wear it caused another laugh from the elders.

Catecrawius, who is always looking like he has scuffed a bitter bug, is doing it with a jewel on Hal's neck with a big laugh.

How long will it take for a smile to disappear from the people of Oran, who do not even see where they are going and no longer have hope for the future?

That ends today.

With a strong hunch, Chris Urawinus walked over to the Hals.

"Now let the feast be held… and the people await."

For the next three days, a feast will be set up all over the city with the unveiling of the new king in accordance with Oran's fashion.

I don't have time for blurring.

Holding Hal's shoulder, who was laughing bitterly but finally wearing his necklace and thanking Catecrawius with his head on, Crissurawius shouted as he shouted up his fists at everyone.

"Long live King Akircius!

Wow, I cheer.

Involving the escort warriors who came with the sword, the chiefs cheered and now avalanche into the great hall where the feast was prepared.

Central neighborhood of Teito, Emperor's Palace and Emperor's Office

An elderly beauty was stuffed with Julianus, who was in government in the emperor's office.

The lightly tied, pitch-black hair reaches around the waist, but the outfit is far from the common sense of imperial women, aside from royalty and nobility.

The tops are the piercing clothes worn by the men of the empire, but they wear underwear (trousers) and cloaks, like those worn by the people of Oran and Cliffonam.

But Julianus was not too obsessed with the outfit, rather it was the content of the conversation that was pioneering.

"Hey, Julianus, are you listening?

The woman, stuffed with Julianus, the emperor, stares at Julianus with her hands on her hips.

Quite long and probably taller than Julianus.

The prominence of the nose was very similar to that of Julianus, and just looking at it revealed that there was a blood relationship between the two of them.

She is skinny and quite beautiful, but the tone is like a man.

Julianus opened his mouth looking fed up with the woman.

"I'm listening, Claudia. Sister, I know you're being impotent."

"It's not impotent, it's good for you, isn't it?

"It's nothing..."

Claudia, the woman and sister of Julianus' fruit, roared at Julianus' attitude as she flushed and listened to herself and inspected the documents she spread on her desk and signed them.

"Ugh, my sister's just saying... you're Wallui's brother!

"... in terms of blood, it's my sister, but once I was adopted, I was cut off from your house."

"What are you doing? Apologize to your father and mother!!

Out of the question is Claudia, angry, and Julianus stops the paperwork inspection and turns to her sister.

"Ah, that's a pain in the ass!... I can't if I can't! Already the first ambassador of Cilentium decided on Quinkinatus and this grandfather. I hope so myself, and the successor consul has decided to be Kestius, your grandfather's apprentice... yes, the new consul. How about that? Pretty good man, shall I introduce you?

"I'm bored with the imperials... I don't mind introducing a man, so I thought you were telling me to change the ambassador's HR somehow, even if Grandpa Baldy went there, I wouldn't be able to help? It's only when an old beauty like me goes, that the Northern Guardian gets off guard and leaks a piece of information? Huh?

"What's an old beauty... say it yourself... so, what's the real deal?

Claudia unexpectedly stretched her breasts abundantly when Julianus narrowed her eyes in a frightened tone to her sister who made the shiatsu.

"... I want to make it a thing because I'm a good man"

"No."

"Why not!? I don't care if you think about my late sister for a minute!

Claudia, who answered softly and put her hands on Julianus' desk when she returned to her paperwork and hung herself to cry down, is returned even more softly from Julianus, who does not stop her hand from signing.

"You said earlier that you don't need to introduce a man... you say yourself that you are generally late... you know, sister, there are no more aristocratic nobles and you can do whatever you want. Lucillius and this idiot son were also taken over by the Northern Guardian, and the unscrupulous friendship no longer comes. So, I'll talk to you about it, but what about Gnaeus? You're an up-and-coming senator, aren't you? Futuristic!

"... not bad, but the imperials are boring"

Julianus decided to try to change the direction of persuasion as he put his arms together and looked at Claudia with a heartbroken face.

"... sister - come on. First of all... the North Guardian has an amazing blonde wife, so no."

"... how about compared to me?

"... hmm? Right... good fight on the outside"

"Huh, right?

It was Julianus who made Claudia worthy and said as he watched, but he held his own mouth much to Claudia's good words.

"... Oh, shit..."

It was Julianus who realized that he had become a snake, but it was too late.

Claudia opened her mouth confidently.

"I have difficulties with my personality, but my appearance, intelligence, knowledge and martial arts are quite. And the Northern Guardian, who is often surrounded by blondes, will want to be exhausted once in a while by the clear beauty of dark hair."

"Don't tell yourself it's hard on your personality... you don't need martial arts... and what's the real deal?

"... I made it an absolute thing because I'm a good man"

"No"

"Why not!? You said you wanted to bond with the border guard before. You're saying I'm good, why won't you let me fuck you!

Claudia is sarcastically turned down, giving up badly and poking her hand at Julianus' desk again to try to persuade him.

Return your gaze to such a sister, and Julianus explains why.

"Let me fuck you... you know, sister, it's good because I knew I could at least trust him if I didn't force him to have that kind of relationship. If you force yourself to sign up for a bond, the corner could cause discord to Cliffonam or Oran, which he put together, right? His beautiful daughter-in-law is connected to the tribe and people of Cliffonam."

"Ugh... so, what's the real deal?

"If that's true now... even if you're going to tie the edge, you can't because if you go up to your sister, you're going to be unscrupulous. If you want me to marry you, I'll make you marry Domitia."

When Julianus answers, shrugging his shoulders to Claudia's inquiry, Claudia protests in a obstinate tone.

"Don't be outrageous, Julianus!? Why is it that all the time Domitia... all my sister is adorable!

"Unlike my sister, Domitia is a good listener. Ah, I'm done with this story! Sister, I'll tell you what, don't imitate me strangely, but please keep me company! Now, please return to the mansion."

Finally, Julianus cut off the toad and ordered Claudia to leave.

Claudia shakes away from Julianus' desk and grips her fist with regret.

During Sir Lucilius' rebellion, all the royals were placed under house arrest in the mansion, but there was nothing particularly taken or broken, and the dresses remained intact.

Claudia was bumping about Hal's taste, but she leaked to herself when she left the room at the end.

"Come on... if this happens, we'll have to compete at the celebration ceremony."

Julianus, who heard it, glistens and quickly writes letters on blank paper.

And just before Claudia left the room, I called her to stop and said as I offered her that paper.

"... Oh, yeah, sister. I forgot. Excuse me, but please go to the old Siluha territory to inspect it on my behalf… about six months from now"

"Hey, why not!? You just thought about it, what!?

To Claudia, who looked back with a screaming protest, Julianus literally pokes at the dictionary he just wrote up.

"Yes, this is a dictionary. Why didn't you have trouble sending someone to the emperor's command? It's just good to have your sister."

"Julianus!?

Julianus added words as Claudia shouted her own name, knowing what her younger brother meant when she smiled.

"Camilus, the leader of the Third Legion, is a good man too, sister. I'll be glad to say it."

"I'm only willing to keep me from meeting with the North Guardian."

"Yes."

"Ugh..."

It was Claudia, who had no room to hide it, and had nothing else to say.