Civilization Game

The clan leaders look relaxed, and Lord turns his head.

"Phoenix!"

"Yes, Big Brother."

"You're always backstage in that maze of yours. If the enemy is an outsider, how many people do you think they can handle there?"

"Fight in the back alley?"

Phoenix pondered for a moment.

"Is that what you call it? In Nawavari, our tyrants are invincible. With a little support, a hundred men per alley will do just fine."

"Adventurer Alliance!"

The rod's gaze moves rapidly. The young man in the back flinched and replied.

"Oh, it's old!"

"I heard you haven't even made it through the Terra Mine Dungeon yet. Will you give the dungeons and treasures to the Barbarians like this?"

"Well, you can't!"

"They'll be here in three days. How many air guns can you make by then?"

"If you go a little overboard, you can do 500. But it's used to catch small monsters, so you won't be able to defeat them with a paralyzing sting or two."

"Cult of Cali."

Lord's gaze shifts. The clan leader of the Cali Cult was the old man who used to run the orphanage. As she answers, Lord gives you a smile and a jaw.

"…… I heard that?"

"If you use our dark magic venom, you'll foam and collapse in five minutes. Days."

"Very well."

Rod points at the map with his palm.

"They will march into the streets of the commercial district, and if they're lurking in the towns next to them, we can hit them with a short range of wind guns. Rather, in this narrow space, it's better than a bow. And the Demibeast Alliance."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Panda Human Snow raises her hand.

"Is there any way to confuse the vision of the enemy crossing the path?"

"My Toad Friends! Wind out of your mouth, creating dirt! Good job!"

Rod nods and points back at the map.

"It's roughly like this. by leveraging all of our skills and talents to fortify the commercial district. Only the royal court can inspect this matter, and I leave it to the discretion of each clan."

It's a radical proposition. The clan leaders begin to rumble.

"I can't give up without trying. Yeah, we're weak. But we can be confident that we are the best at this underheim. I no longer depend on anyone else..."

Lord glances at the clans one by one and says with a serious look.

"Now I want you to believe in yourself and fight."

*

There is an army advancing through the thickets.

Soldiers boasted their shoulders flared and their muscles firmly, each holding a weapon larger and more clumsy than the standard. As a well-organized army, it could not be a strong force or an orderly movement, but each soldier's body and eyes felt to be perfect in their own right.

"……"

And there was a man watching the procession from a tree far away. He hides himself completely with the leaves around him, one eye soaking in a faint blue glow.

And now the scene he was looking at, at the same time, appeared exactly the same in a screen window in Underhaim.

'Almost there.'

Rod was able to see how far his enemies had come by comparing the map window with the spies. He sighs as he finishes his spear.

'…… it really is war.'

It was the first war since Eden. My heart was pounding, so I could hardly calm down. Eve approaches and gives out a cup that is crumbling.

"Have some."

"Oh, thank you. What is this?"

After receiving the cup, there was a white opaque liquid that felt similar to milk. Eve smiles strangely and replies.

"The Abyss eat a lot."

"… I know that. So what is it?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Eve smiles deeper as she asks.

"…… Oh, no. Thank you for your concern."

Rod took a sip. I felt like it was a little smelly, but it really felt like milk, giving me a delicate sweet taste.

"Okay, now tell me. What is it?"

"Troll milk."

"Cough! Cough!"

During the chaos of the road's rejection of the body, there was a group of people rushing towards them.

"Big Brother!"

Phoenix. Behind him, members of the Brass wave carry various construction materials.

"We're all set up here! Big Brother's going to be surprised this time! Come and take a look!"

"I'll be right there. And you cleared all the obstacles?"

"More modifications!"

"Oh, just put it away! Lay that on me and I'll find out if the enemy is a trap."

Phoenix and his crew look blurry. Lord kicks his tongue and wields his hand.

"Okay. We'll be there soon. Try to make it more conspicuous."

That's what the Phoenix and their crew said. Glug! I laughed and went away. Later, another clan's people are constantly looking for Lord.

"How does this thing work?"

"Check the flour bombs!"

"I'm going to put the kids like this. What do you think?"

Lord kindly gave instructions one by one, and the people were happy to have a clear solution and returned to their rightful place.

"Hahaha... I can hardly rest."

"Your Majesty."

"Uh, why?"

"What did you do before you came to this world?"

It was an unexpected question. It was the first time Eve had asked about Lord herself. Rod scratches his head.

"What do you think of that question?"

"…… hmm. Surprisingly, you are quite adaptable to strange environments, surprisingly well-connected with others, and surprisingly knowledgeable."

"…… Why do you keep putting up 'unexpectedly'?"

"Surprisingly, did you work for the adventurers?"

At her conclusion, Lord laughs out loud.

"It was a little bit like that, but wrong!"

"Then what is it?"

"The cornerstone game is closed! Easier said than done!"

"…… You're homeless."

"Well, that's not it!"

Lord blushes and shouts. Eve tilts her head.

"But you said you don't look like much of an adventurer."

"Hehe, our side of the world doesn't need to have a job, but we can have enough adventure at home. In fact, the home adventure is much more dynamic and fun than the outdoors."

"I don't understand. Oh, is that so? My secret paradise is that every man hides one in his wife's house..."

"... Wealth, I can't deny it, but it's a real adventure!"

Lord leans against the wall and says,

"Actually, I've already learned how to do this. Follow the cliché."

"Again, you don't understand."

Eve chuckles.

"I'll tell you slowly later. I have my own tips from living that life."

Eve nods. She leaves first, checking on the situation at the gate. Rod gets up from his seat after a brief relaxation puts his strength into his legs.

"Is this what you said it was? Ruling but not ruling?"

"Huff, huff! Surprise."

Unibell leans against the alley wall with his arms folded. Lord stutters.

"Oh, no. This is just the best way to adapt to the current situation...."

"Hmph."

She approaches and grabs Rod by the elbow.

"Walk quietly with me. Don't try anything."

'…… aren't they typical picky lines? That.'

The two of them left the alley and walked along the commercial district. I saw people running around busy preparing for war. But one thing I felt was that people were excited and excited about preparing for war.

'Rather than preparing for war...' you know what? School festival half booth decorations? '

As soon as he thought about it, Lord had to jump into a car at that temperature, turning himself into a morbid familiarity.

"Hey, pervert."

Unibelle, walking side-by-side, speaks first.

"Come on, kid."

"He's not a kid!"

She exclaims with a loud voice.

"I'm not a pervert either."

"You're a pervert! You sneaking around in your skirt while people watch your back!"

"… no, I told you. I just happened to have panties where I was looking."

"You call that an excuse? Do you want to see your face where my fist is headed?"

For the conversation between the king of a country and the supreme merchant, the stories were childish. The conversation ended with Lord getting hit with a shin.

"…… why did you use this method?"

After a moment of silence, she opens her mouth in a bold voice.

What are you trying to say? Before Lord even asked, she continued.

"Even though you're the Scarecrow King. Because it's an exhibition, and you're obviously in charge of Abyss, right? Wouldn't it be better if we could just shove our heads down their throats, bend the other kids' throats and change their answers? That should be enough to wage an all-out war with the soldiers of Arogenes, famously brave."

Lord smiles bitterly. Wouldn't you dream of a splendid battlefield in which you would lead a well-constructed army called the Lord and fight the forces and strategies of the enemy nations on equal terms? That's what war in Chaos was all about.

But now, those things were just ideals.

"There might be a way... but I'm the only king who's ever ruled as a scarecrow. If you go into a hardbook that doesn't fit in the fountain, you'll get a scar. I doubt the other clans will take my orders lightly."

"Hehe?, Because you're afraid of such a risk?"

"Oh, there's a real reason, of course."

A member of the Red Hammer who was passing by pretends to know Lord with a thick voice. Lord greets him, high fives him, then heads back to Unibell.

"That's not how I do it."

"Hm, so you lack your abilities?"

Unibell smiles as if to raise a pill.

"Hehe, I won't deny it. Like I said, I'm not the best superhuman in every way. My field of excellence is extremely limited. And if we do that, let's say we take control of the military in an atmosphere of fear. But what difference does it make to the army of Arogenes coming in now? The best way to keep up with those who are already a long time ahead is to save our own features. I'm not trying to swim behind the fish, I'm trying to break the track, I'm trying to get on land and catch a horse. It can be faster."

"... about you."

Unibell unsatisfactorily sticks out his lips.

"Shit, I keep talking about it in a weird way when I'm young, and you don't think I know that?"

"Tsk, you caught me."

"... So I'm not saying we run the other way because we can't follow them."

"If you keep your voice down, I have nothing to say."

Lord said so, smiling happily. Unibell wrapped around his forehead and said, "Ha, how did I end up with this bastard……?"

"What are you so upset about?"

Rod suddenly stops walking and turns away. Unibell blinks and turns away along the road.

I see Underhaim. Everyone was busy moving, but their smile did not leave their mouths.

Nearby, you see people struggling without holding back for a moment. These are the people who are fighting for their space, the people who are yelling at me not to follow my ideas, and the people who are fighting for materials because the wagon needs this way. In the meantime, there were female traffickers running around trying to sell junk and religious religions trying to survive the war, and I suddenly saw prostitutes and gays struggling with the arms of one customer. And it must have come from Harvard Labs. Boom! Bang! Streets of explosions echo through the streets.

It was a perfect underheim.

"What do you think?"

Lord asked.

Unibell eventually couldn't stand it, smiling in relief.

"… just the way we are."