Civilization Game

"…… umm."

The sun shines down through the window, and Lord opens his eyes with an impression. The ceiling of the office was now the first to appear familiar. In my ears, I heard the whistling of peaceful birds. Warm weather, soft couches, and sleepy dreams. I was happy enough to feel 'perfect' for a moment. Lord shuts his eyes again, not wanting to be disturbed by this peace.

'… No, wait!'

Rod raises his torso, his eyes flashing. Beatrice, who was sleeping on his arm, falls to the ground. Nevertheless, she does not wake from her sleep, curled up like a fetus on the floor.

"Ah, Your Majesty. Are you awake?"

Eve appears as the door to the Oval Office opens. Rod shouts, fearful to let her in.

"How did it go?"

She grins and opens the window of the office. As the fresh air enters the room, Lord feels a little clear-headed.

"Calm down, it's over."

"... Oh, thank God."

The situation should have been coordinated until the end, but the fatigue that had accumulated with excessive work and war preparedness seemed to have erupted in a single battle with Kulan. I'm a little sorry to think Eve had to suffer alone.

Lord takes Beatrice, who is sleeping on the bottom of the bed, and lies on his couch. As she wakes up, she falls asleep again, crouching.

"You must be exhausted. I've been waiting for you to stay up all night."

"…… Is that so?"

"Extremely eager."

Beatrice crouches, and there's room on the couch. Eve sits at the head of Beatrice and Lord sits under her bridge.

"Hehe, it's like a young couple with a cute daughter in between. '

Lord smiles silently, momentarily delusional.

"The king is awake now. What if he falls first? Idiot."

Eve pokes Beatrice in the cheek and plays a prank. Then I straightened Beatrice's messy forehead with a soft touch.

'… Oh.'

Rod glances at the scene for a moment. Just then, the sunlight appeared as subtly as a spotlight, and it seemed to see a famous painting.

'Eve is so pretty now... Why can't she get married if she's already full of confusion? Hmm, I guess it's a matter of personality...'

Rod was furious when he thought about it. Eve stares at him with sharp eyes.

"Your Majesty."

"… Ugh, huh?"

"Did you just give me a scare?"

Lord shouts in opposition to embarrassment.

"…… Well, that's just unfounded!"

"If not, I'm sorry. He was looking at my face, looking up at my mouth with a weird look, and I took a picture of him."

'Precisely, Eve. It was very accurate.'

Lord sweeps his chest down.

Eve explained her progress in a calm tone.

As per Lord's pledge, the army of Arogenes led by Bayan has left the Underhaim clean and undamaged. There was a little noise among the chieftains who suffered from ambushers in Bayan and backward who decided to retreat, but in the end it was a world where everything was determined by the principle of Arowgasse power, and the chiefs could not disobey Bayan's orders.

"Huhuhuhu, I wonder what Jamuka would look like if he had heard of retreat by now."

Lord said with a happy smile.

"Jamuka?"

"The king of Aruges. I went on a journey prepared in my own way.But I just lost my troops and came back without any income, so I'd be pissed off."

"Then it must be difficult for the Longevity Monk to survive. You have to take the blame for the expedition failure."

Rod shakes his head at her question.

"Well, kings of this age will slaughter furiously and destroy the three tribes, but our players are a slightly different kind of people. He will, too. Bayan is a class B powerless hero who will bring him back from hell. Tearing apart your most powerful card with one defeat won't kill you."

Eve nods as if she knows. A grim smile came from Lord's mouth.

"…… Of course, that's when the army of Bayan returned safely to the 'Foot Hills'."

Eve's eyes narrow.

"You've been up to something else, haven't you?"

"Uh-huh! This is all I'm good at. It would be a big mistake to think of it as a faggot who's been beaten up and foolishly laying a hand. You'll pay for what you've been hit. Anyway, keep talking."

Eve nods and continues to explain.

Arugest's army retreated, the war ended, and Abyss said it had been a festive atmosphere for a while. This is the Underhaim where those who lost everything and spread the continent ended up. Many were desperate for the fact that even here, the last home of the stragglers, came to take it from a foreign country.

But the stragglers won the war with their own strength. This was a truly meaningful victory for the people of Abyss who had been captivated by the sense of defeat and inferiority. That night there was a great festival. The merchants and merchants of the Abyss released liquor and food, and everyone enjoyed Abyss's first victory vigorously, not only in the capital, Underhaim, but also in the towns of large and small within its borders.

At the same time, the public opinion about Lord has improved. It seemed to be very impressive for those who were watching Lord Lord Lord build a fence with the enemy, and at the end of the day, King himself stood up and defeated the enemy warriors and finished the fence. Rod Polentia, known for its incompetence, has not made it a topic of conversation.

Anyway, rumors about Lord spread quickly among the people. 'The king finally regained consciousness.' 'That's true.' 'The strange behavior during that time was acting.' The atmosphere of the lightning festival became a breeze and increased even more.

"In the end, it was dozens of times more effective than all the other wars that we struggled to influence around each clan."

"I see. Soon the crisis will be an opportunity."

Lord smiles and says. Eve laughs face to face. When I heard that Aruges was coming, I was heartbroken, but I was glad the results were good.

"Now I'm in the business of restoring the commercial district by calming down excited people. The damage to the facility is minor, but everyone is happy to work."

"Well done, Eve."

"I didn't do anything."

Eve smiles favorably.

"All thanks to His Majesty's presence in this country."

"…… hmm."

What do you mean, Eve gave you all the credit? I didn't know what to do with my body. It seemed like this was the time. Lord became anxious, clearing his throat for no reason.

"Ah, what about the movements of the Mafia bandits at Martin or Underhaim?"

"Martin is still not moving on the Drug Farm. Number-to-one ska pacino also keeps quiet without causing any special problems. He's probably conscious of public opinion about the royal family."

Lord smiles satisfactorily.

"Okay, okay. Well, Martin will look pretty good when he comes down to the Underhaim. I'll stay there until I make something up. We should be able to get some rest for a while!"

Eve tilts her head with a gentle smile.

Huff!

Lord instinctively creeps me out. Whenever she smiled like that, something unusual would always happen.

"You're taking a break now?"

She gets up from the couch and walks over to the desk in the Oval Office. Then he took out a bunch of unseen documents and put a thump on his desk. Over and over again, there were more towers of paperwork on the desk than empty space.

"There's been a lot of delayed internal affairs and war repairs going on. I'm going to take a nap for a day or two, but not today. Do the right thing."

"……."

Maids who were mopping the floors of the corridors with a grain of wheat said they were furious when they heard Roads' cry from the office.

*

Second Territory of Abyss, Castle of Drug Farm.

"...... I don't think it went as well as you thought."

Martin, seated in a chair, mutters incredibly.

In front of him is a communications crystal that was just brought to you by an agent of Casar. The man in the crystal ball said:

"This is embarrassing. I'm the one who told you not to underestimate Lord Polentia... … Maybe I was underestimating him, too."

The voice of the man coming out of the crystal hole felt like joy somewhere.

"... I never thought I'd negotiate with General Aruges to stop a war."

"It only made me look funny. They say the capital is full of public opinion praising him."

Martin thought the situation was strange. The war was halfway over, and the public had no choice but to comment as long as he was in the Drugfarm returning to the capital. 'What did you do while we were fighting for our lives? Did you run away scared that you weren't contacted?' From now on, the hypocrites that would go up and down their mouths seemed to growl in their ears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to do any harm. It's no big deal, but I'll do whatever it takes to fix this."

Martin's eyes are wide open.

"… anything?"

"Oh, there seems to be something good going on."

"It's not a trick. Make a name like always."

Martin picks up the chess horse that was on the table, touches it with his fingers and bounces.

"... upside down. That's how you do it."

"Hehe, good. I promise to help you in any way I can."

Then I heard a knock on the door behind me. Martin frowns and says with a smile as if the man in the crystal ball is fine.

"Perfect timing. I have some urgent business to attend to, so I'll talk to you later, and then I'll get back to it."

"I see."

Pavat! The crystal ball is powered down. Martin told me to put the crystal ball in the drawer and come in. A mob member and a robed man walk into the room.

"I'm sorry. Boss! I was told to wait until you called me first, but it's so important...!"

"There you go. Get lost."

The member closes the door with an elongated waist bent. Martin's gaze is towards the man in robes.

"Who are you?"

The man shows his face off the robe and politely bows to Martin. He was a young man who did not lose his lively smile, even in front of Martin, who was exuding a feeling of intimidation that made everyone feel overwhelmed. He takes the envelope out of his arms and hands it to Martin.

"This is what our master sends to the godfather."

Martin picks up the envelope without hesitation. After taking out the documents, a brief flutter appeared on his face, and he returned to his original state without a trace.

"...... Interesting."

Martin, who had read all the papers, smiled at his mouth.

"I can't believe he sent you."

The young man bowed his head again as if apologizing.

"Why did you send this to yourself?"

"Our master has expressed his support for you. He also said that whatever it is, don't spare the help of the godfather."

Martin pulls out his cigar, lights it, and bites into his mouth. Smoke gusts from the cigar and quickly envelops the room.

"… good. I'll send you a letter. Stand by.

"Thank you!"

The young man bowed his head with a big smile. However, Martin asked, keeping his head down without leaving the room.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"…… ah! It's no big deal. I happened to see an outsider on my way up here. Amazingly…"

The young man raised his head and said.

"You look like someone from ‘Casar’ who has an accent or a pattern of clothes, but if you don't mind, we'd like to talk to him and make a deal..."

"You saw what you shouldn't have seen."

Hooaaahhhhhh!

At that moment, the man stopped sitting on the floor with a tremendous amount of pressure emanating from Martin. The limb, which was out of control of the brain, twitched regardless of the will.

"Big, big, godfather!"

"Curiosity prompts order, child."

Martin's arm slowly moves with the young man's eyes. Phew! The young man cries out in tears as blood gushes out. Martin pulls out his arm, and his hand is gripped with a part of him that is bloodied vigorously. The young man caught an empty eye filled with blood.

"You're supposed to kill him, but he's a crucial customer, so you'll save his life."

"... Khh! Khh! Well, well, thank you for your mercy! The Godfather!"

"Forget everything you've seen. If you speak by any means..."

Once more, the pressure burst and the young man's body trembled like a thorn bush.

"You will not die gently."

Martin's palms clasped! There was a sound.