Calm Phyllia down, we wait for the man in charge to show up.
Perhaps the soldier is like this, so the person responsible can't expect much either.
Speaking of which, I recall the defeat of the Alliance of Western Lords led by the Marquis of Brennan in the first battle, but the son of the Marquis of Brennan... forgot his name... stupid bong is fine.
I'm talking about the dumb bong being disposed of.
Whatever the disposition, Bacavon said he was disposed of as a sinner for stealing imperial magic items managed by the Marquis Brennan family and for unauthorized use.
The contents of the disposition include the ban on regenerative treatment for the disappearance of the left ankle and the destruction of the magic circuit and the deprivation of his status as a nobleman, which he bore in a duel with me.
Initially, we talked about regenerative treatment in His Majesty's voice, but the situation changed when the matter of imperial magic items came to light.
And Marquis Brennan, who would have pulled the thread behind him, truncated his son with bassari.
But the Marquis Brennan is also driven by Setouchi.
If you mismanage imperial magic items and lose or destroy national treasure magic items, you will not be absolved of sin.
For this reason, we have to fight this battle against the Bossam Empire, but we have suffered a great loss in the first battle.
Hmm?
Me?
I don't blame you.
The duel itself is well documented, and I'm the one who destroyed the National Treasure magic item, but I can't even predict that the National Treasure magic item will be brought up for the student duel, can I? So it's a decision that I'm not guilty of being the victim (...).
If you blame me for that, I'll take care of it.
Would you have waited an hour or so, this soldier has been told by Phyllia "Brut Chamber of Commerce" but you are a brave man inside to make him wait so long.
Phyllia's harshness is also quite accumulating, and two of your men are frightened.
Well, you wouldn't be able to get two of them without me, but is it insane for a soldier or his boss to make me wait this far for the second son of the Brutozelles Borderline Uncle? And I'm seriously worried.
If I cut and complained, we could imagine our end of the line.
After another half an hour or so, the person in charge finally came out.
"Good luck with the numbers, okay?
"Ha! No problem!
Even though the soldiers don't even count, they even pretend like they did.
I'm glad you're not one of my men.
You're under war, but you're not nervous enough, are you?
Is this country rotten enough to leave such a fool alone?
Me and Feelia go in front of the person in charge and ask for an autograph on the receipt.
"Dear Captain, this will be the delivery note. We apologize for the inconvenience, but please sign the receipt."
"What is it not a child? On behalf of your father?
Sarah, Sarah, the person responsible for signing the receipt and handing it to Phyllia casually waved it to Phyllia. That was a bad word.
I'm sad.
"I am late for my application, I am the vice-president of the Brut Chamber of Commerce, my name is Phyllia. This is Christoph von Brutozelles, the head of the meeting."
Phyllia introduces me here all the time.
That face is exactly, Doya face.
"Brut... Chamber of Commerce... Brutzels... Dear...?
The person in charge's face goes dong blue.
"Yes, Lord Christoph, son of the Brutozelles Borderline uncle."
No, I'm pushing!
Looks like Firia's going to clear up the last hour and a half of depression.
"And I'm sorry!
The person in charge takes a step back and thanks me.
Look at that. Soldiers are taffed.
Feelia, a little distracted, still folds.
"I was due to deliver at the appointed time by His Majesty the King, but I apologize for the delay of about an hour and a half."
Phyllia looks bad, saying all she wants about her disgust.
Soldiers are shaking, not just those responsible.
Well, the soldier handled it badly, but I guess the anger is also on those responsible for the contact being made but not showing up at all.
"But Christopher will instruct you to load your bags. Your soldiers will be seen with your landlord. May I have your name, please?"
Soldiers look like the end of the world.
It reminded me of a famous painting called the famous' Scream ', which I almost accidentally blew out.
"Phyllia, give him a break around there. Captain, can you confirm the real thing? I signed the receipt, so I can go home like this, but I haven't been able to confirm the contents at all, so I'll have trouble later telling you that the contents are different."
"Ha, ha!
While the person in charge turned a cursed gaze on the soldier, he summoned the soldiers who were around to confirm delivery.
More than a dozen minutes later, the confirmation, citing the full strength of a dozen soldiers, was completed, confirming that there was no mistake in the delivery note.
And then a man in armor appears with a cape like he predicted that time.
Since only those in positions above the battalion captain are allowed to wear capes in the soldiers of the Holy Bandham Kingdom, they appear to be persons in a considerable capacity.
"Lord Brutozelles, my name is Delim Kudo Cosco. I'm sorry about your men. I want you to forgive me."
For once, he seems to have been running, cutting his breath, bowing his head to me and apologizing, but this guy doesn't think it's bad at all, and he doesn't want me to forgive him.
I have the power to discern the lies contained in words.
I guess this Cosco guy is an aristocrat and hates Brutozelles.
If that's what you're gonna do... let's harass him a little.
"May I call you General Cosco? Keep your head up, please. I don't know what to think."
Cosco lifts his head and says, "Call me whatever you want," but I open my mouth without stopping my hair.
"I was just promising His Highness Dorothy, and I'd like to pull it up early because I've already had quite a bit of time to push. Forgive me if I may be rude to you."
General Cosco openly clouds his face when I give him Dorothy's name.
That would also be true, because of my own men, they are interfering with their promises to the royal family, and if they do poorly, they could all be punished in some way by saying that they are in a general position.
I was a little distracted to see Cosco panic afterwards.
I wouldn't consider myself a little mean, but to this extent, it would be good.