Civilization Game

Again. Again.

Eve was walking down the halls of the palace in a swift walk with a document strapped to her arm.

She and members of the royal family were having a busier day than ever before, trying to capture the clans of Abyss and raise the royal influence until Martin returned.

She asks her maids and arrives at the royal training ground outside. But there was someone who arrived before her and was waiting.

"Oh, Eve."

Anylox, the interim head of intelligence, bows his head.

"Nice to meet you, Anylox. You're here first."

Eve greeted him. At that moment, a violent greeting and emotion appeared on Anylox's face.

"…… What's the matter?"

She asks with a flaw.

"It's been a while since I've heard my name properly...! As expected, you are as sophisticated as walking the path of the Elite! Hahaha!"

I just said my name, but can I take a compliment like this? Eve takes a moment to look at the training ground with such questions buried. I saw two men and women attacking intensely. It was Lord and Beatrice.

"… what's going on here?"

Eve asks with a frown.

"Oh, you don't know Eve's on an outside job. All of a sudden, His Majesty asked the Master to teach him how to fight. Thanks to you, you are training in the training arena while digesting that hard schedule."

Eve nods at Anylox's explanation. Probably felt a lot like the last assassination attempt. She looks back and watches the duel.

Chang!

A clear, clear hiss echoes through the battlefield. Two daggers meet in the air, and as they fall, a fireball shoots out.

Faster! '

Beatrice's aggression continues, and Beatrice only defends herself with an expressionless face.

That's when Lord's Boots made their way through the dirt, and the dagger in his hand deepened! I dug and dug.

Spot!

Beatrice's dagger approaches you in the blink of an eye and lightly touches the blade of the rod. As the dagger moves in a straight line, it slides across her blade like magic, and then her opposite arm slams into her forehead.

"Huff!"

Rod falls backward, missing his dagger. Beatrice said.

"…… you just repeated three consecutive stabbing attacks. If the same move is repeated. Read it to the enemy."

"Joe, great! One more time!"

Rod jumped out of nowhere and the duel resumed.

The struggle began with a brotherhood that gave and received attacks once as before. Soon after, Lord Road begins to roar again, and Beatrice goes into defense.

"Even with that little sword, there's no room!" '

The Dagger was a rare non-alcoholic in virtual reality games. However, her dagger, which clings to the attack with minimal movements without evasive action, was dazzling enough to impress.

"As expected, B rank powerless heroes are different, aren't they? But! '

The rod pulls the dagger out of your hand in a swung motion. Beatrice dodges from the waist bending movement, although she is not energized by a surprise move. In the meantime, the left hand of the rod is moving toward the left pocket prepared for backup.

"I won!"

Chang! The dagger draws and advances in a sharp trajectory.

Phew!

But Beatrice's foot was the first to reach the dagger. The abdominal rod's body rises to the back of the training ground.

The coup d 'etang!

Beatrice still says, lowering her legs with a cold face.

"…… please remember. My feet are longer than my hands holding a dagger. Physical technique is not an option to cover the weakness of short distances."

"Cough! Cough! Mwahaha...! There really is no forgiveness, Bear!"

The exhausted rod slams its head to the ground as it falls.

'… Huh?'

A familiar silhouette looks down at him just above.

"Oh, Eve! When did you get here?"

"I just got here. Are you okay?"

"Ahhhh... It hurts like hell, but it's tolerable."

Rod raises his torso, saying,

"Bea, that's all for today. Is that okay?"

She nods and tucks the dagger into her pocket.

They go to the round table near the battalion commander. Lord grunts and sits down. Beatrice is restless and spins around him. He swings his sword with a cold face and disappears.

It looks like a puppy, and Lord reaches out to try 'Beatrice Head Rubbing', his most satisfying hobby.

Twitch!

But I saw her surprised instinctively.

It would also be greed to hope that trauma stuck in the brain for many years will heal in one day. Lord is determined not to rush out, and moves his arms slowly, not surprisingly.

"It hurt, Bea!"

Then he smiled playfully and shook his palm on his head like it was rubbing to his left and to his right.

"… Ah, it hurts! My Lord."

Then she showed her smile, too.

"Master, what do you think of your qualities?"

Eve, who was watching, asked. Beatrice ponders for a moment and says,

"…… Surprisingly, I was born as a trained warrior. And a flexible sense of combat, guts and guts."

"Hahahaha! I knew it! My baby knows how to see people!"

"But…"

Beatrice shifts away from the road's gaze. Lord was overwhelmed with anxiety. No, what are you turning your back to say?

"A childish prank attack where there is no murder."

"Huff."

"Stubborn in battle style that seems to imitate what you've seen and don't know your theme."

"Ugh."

"It hits the surface rather than efficiency."

"Eg."

Lord shakes his head in heartbreak. This one hurt a lot more than I got kicked earlier.

"An overview might work surprisingly well on someone weaker than you, but when you meet someone stronger than you, you never get weaker."

'…… That's right, damn it.'

I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. It was a thorough assessment of the rod.

'Ha, I've learned to fight in a virtual reality game…… at least this much is because I was declared a Class D powerless as a system assistant. Khh...'

Beatrice turns back. Then, seeing Lord's expressions of discouragement, he added a small amount of weakness to his mind.

"... N-no, you can do better if you try."

'Well, yeah. Thank you for the bottle.'

Lord turns his head to look at Eve.

"By the way, do you have anything to report?"

"Yes. The Demibeast Alliance has agreed to cooperate. As the king said, it's easy to boil a slave labor camp."

"Okay!"

Rod clenches his burning fist.

Demibeast Association.

It was an organization of such a feeling that Demibeasts, like the name of the organization, gathered together to give a voice, to protect their rights and prevent discrimination. It was a pretty powerful force among the Underheim clans, and being supported by the Demibeast Alliance was like being supported by a large number of people in the Abyss. It was an impenetrable place in Lord's planning going forward.

The sauce they used to run the Mafia's Slaver's House. In Abyss, the story was that the Mafia were running slavery on other territories of the continent. According to the Ministry of Information, this problem had once become controversial. At that time, the Mafia said, 'We operate slavery because it is in good faith to send many slaves from the continent to the new home, Abyss.' I ended the controversy. Of course, Lord thought Martin had no reason to do such a charitable business.

'If you cared so much about this country, you would have released the food and paid the miners' grade properly. '

When I investigated the matter in question, it was found that the 'missing persons' incident that remains as the legendary city of Underhaim was the work of the Mafia. One of the Cadits who lived in the Underhaim obtained the book sold at the slave labor site run by the Mafia. Not enough samples, but enough to provoke the Demibeast Alliance.

And I left the convincing of the Demibeast Alliance directly to Eve, who was the same Demibeast, which worked fairly well.

"You've done one big thing! Thank you so much, Eve."

"Please raise the bonus rather than the horse."

"... How about a scorpion skewer?"

Rod mutters as he lies on the table. Eve says, watching the dark circles under his eyes become darker.

"You've been having a hard time lately. By the way, where were you yesterday?"

"Oh, that crazy cult? What was his name?"

"… Oh, isn't Underhaim's cult 'The Intelligence'?"

"Yeah, that's the name."

"You must have done well."

Eve's expression is pitiful.

Civic Church - The Intelligence

They were a group that worshipped knowledge and had very unique attributes for cult.

Generally, a cult tends to democratize a monk or an object, and they worship the knowledge itself. Also acknowledge the existence of other gods, not as hostile to the established religion, but as one who is also taught by the knowledge of the intelligence, in fact, other religions are beneath us! It had the attributes of a tremendous mental victory.

Lord Lord, I worship knowledge to gain their support! 'After going through all sorts of difficulties and hardships (Your Majesty! You speak five languages?) I became an honorary follower of The Intelligence and gained their support.

Rod pulled out a note with a list of the organizations he was referencing and checked 'The Intelligence'.

The method was simple: extract groups that opposed the existing interests of Martin and the Mafia. And you go to them and you tell them about Martin's behavior, and you form a bond of empathy, and you capture them through your aversion to Martin.

Of course, this was a basic goalkeeper, and the Brass waves staked power support for the Joffolk clan integration and mining rights for the black-rooted Terra mines, while The Intelligence allowed King Rhodes himself to become an honorary believer, allowing freedom of speech. Each clan's demands were different, so it was also a point to take gifts tailored to their tastes. The clans currently occupied by Lord include:

Black Wing

Zopoclan - Brass

Abyss Science Lab

Cult of Cali

Demibeast Association

The intelligence

Continental Revolution

Dark Elves' Sword of Heine. '

Lord sighs, looking at the note. I crossed a big mountain called Black Wing, but I still have a long way to go.

Lord strokes Beatrice's head, which leans on his knees and slumbers. I felt a sudden improvement in urgency as it disappeared.

Can human hair be so soft? I couldn't help but love the sight of him snarling at his hands. I don't know what to say to her, but wouldn't it be the kind of peace of mind that modern folk would hang their pets so desperately for?

"Excuse me, sir.... Your Majesty."

Anylox, who had been waiting for his turn all this time and was buried, finally opened his mouth.

"Oh, Annie! When did you get here?"

"…… I've been standing all along! And Anylox!"

"Oh, sorry. Did you have something to report?"

"Abyss Psychiatric Ward has offered to assist the royal court."

He said, "Why am I an elite……?" He gave a self-absorbed voice.

"Well done, Annie. The Elite is different."

He added "The Abyss Psychiatric Ward" to his memo.

"But, Annie,"

"…… even Eve!"

"A psychiatric ward is the camp just outside of Abyss, right? What offer did you bring them in for?"

Anylox takes a moment to look beyond the training ground and reply.

"Every Sunday, I serve snacks and volunteer meals for my patients."

"…… Aha."

Eve smiles shyly and looks at Lord.

"But, Your Majesty, We're overreacting, aren't we? There's no need to drag me to such a place..."

"What do you think? Prepare for an unprecedented situation in the bay. And that mental institution is one of the 24 clans that has the right to speak to the Abyss Parliament. My goal is to have the support of all 23 organizations except the mafia."

"…… Hehe, this is an impossible goal."

"The bigger the goal, the better!"