Civilization Game

"…… Malek."

The face of the rays revealed hostility. Rod was also nervous. As I've heard, the players of Genoserg are acting as' faggots', not humans.

Dark brown hair hangs down under her head, and five claws are drawn and a large scar is sprayed around her eyes. And what was crucial was that it was the head of the 'bum'. The anthropomorphization was quite natural, as if it were a mixture of humans and offenders, but the sharp teeth and black stripes around the face were obvious to the beast.

"Hehehe! I'm sorry about this, Sunbeam. I have something to say to Abyss, so if you'll excuse me for a moment."

It was a voice that felt resounding. Sunlight stares at Malek, but it doesn't seem to be able to stand up to him. He shifts his gaze and looks at Rod's face for a moment, turning his back.

"Kuhaha! Are you sure you want to go? You have no pride."

Malek smiles, leaning against the post.

"What business do I have?"

Lord asked.

"Sunbeam, did he offer you an alliance? You're taking pictures of me and you're taking public threats as bait because you're avoiding the others. Anyway, I have a proposition for you."

"… What kind of offer?"

A giant culprit's head approaches you.

"Be my ward. Abyss."

"…… Hmm?"

"You know what's going on, right? Surrender now and I'll let you live."

Lord tilts his head with a smile.

"It's not an offer, it's a threat."

"Take what you want."

Malek smiles with sharp teeth.

"But that doesn't mean I'm offering a domestic offering to anyone. The Beacon will be oxidized with a destruction bonus without even the chance. You think I have a chance to live by highly estimating Abyss' intelligence."

He fidgets like he's wearing a big toebox.

"Now, shall we hear the answer? Rod Polentia."

"……."

The moment Lord tries to answer, he suddenly feels a weight on his neck. Rod's body twists, unbalanced.

"Hello, Lord Lord."

"… Ah, arc?"

Arc grins, his arm around Lord's neck.

"What is it? arc! Can't you see I'm talking to you first? Don't interrupt."

Malek says, unpleasant.

"Sorry, sorry. Don't you know what you're talking about with Lord Raman? Just know one thing. Lord Gun……."

He raises his thumb and points to himself.

"It's mine."

"……."

Lord had no choice but to doubt his ears. What did you hear? Is that a proposal?

"Hey, are you crazy? What's that supposed to mean?"

Malek twists his eyebrows and says: Arc continued to smile.

"Even the Malekians don't know how to talk! The Lord Army is my prey, so don't mess with it."

The intensity of the speech was quite good. Malek's eyebrows start twitching up and down.

"Oh, I see. I want to play a game with me. So this is it?"

The fangs of the beast flash with a choking specter.

Arc also loosened his arm around Lord and walked forward. Even in front of a three-meter ball, his body did not twitch a bit.

"But it doesn't matter……."

Arc's eyes became fierce and his jaw went up strangely. There he is, that face.

"But we have work to do first, don't we?"

"…… what?"

Arc makes an agonizing look on his back.

"Surviving this continent to the end, perhaps the two of us. I consider Malek an unlimited rival."

Malek's pupils falter for a moment.

"We are destined to fight one day, as Malek has said. The gods will be a magnificent finale. But I don't think it's time yet. Who should we fight for right now? Look over there."

Arc says that and throws a sharp glance at the players gathered in the hall. Malek's gaze was also on that side. The people who were staring at you from afar turned their heads in haste.

"The hillbillies are waiting for us to fight and fall out."

"... Hehe."

The arc forms a peculiar sense of belonging between the two in a heartbeat, allowing the outside to turn the eyes of hostility. Arc's tongue is teased again like a snake, and a sweet voice echoes.

"Let's deal with each other's prey first. When we battle, all the continents are at peace. Don't you think Climax would like that?"

"……."

Lord watches the arc with a pathetic look on his face. Who would be fooled by a proverbial nonsense like that...

"Kuhahahaha! Yes, you should come out with that kind of guts! You're the only one I've ever admitted!"

Malek slaps Arc's back with a loud smile. Arc says, "Mr. Malek! It hurts! 'But his voice was buried in Malek's smile.

"Okay, okay. If that's the case, you have to admit it! Abyss will give it to you."

Rod stares at you. Whose hands are these?

"Thank you, Mr. Malek. I knew you'd understand."

"Hahahaha! I'm a little broad-minded!"

The two of them returned alone in a loving atmosphere. As Arc takes Malek with him, he looks back and winks at Lord.

'Hmph, I feel like I helped you look good.'

Other players were watching the scene from afar. Particularly the most visible face was sunlight, and he was literally chewing the shit out of his face.

'... Haah, I survived anyway.'

The honest feelings I felt at this moment were relief.

Rod walks toward the rattled hall, and John sees him, waving his arms around and pretending to know him.

"Mr. Lord! Congratulations, you're alive!"

Lord smiled shyly and said, "Yes. 'I replied.

Odin's time has come to return. At the end of this evening's feast, the temple will begin again.

Food appeared on the shelf, but Lord didn't have much taste. He sat at the table, slowly thinking. Suddenly so much happened that I wanted to clear my head for a moment. Lord drew a map of the continent of Eden in his mind.

Western alliances have been formed, and the aftermath of which are in Aland, Abyss, Baek Sae and Icarus. This was your place. Of these, however, Icarus requested a power outage from Genozerg in exchange for his territory, and Malek accepted. Consequently, the target has been reduced to three locations: Aland, Abyss, and Baekje.

And here, arc, the real world of the continent, comes and treats Lord as his own line and grinds Malek. As a result, except for Abyss, only two countries remain: Aland and Baek Sae.

To put it calmly, these two countries are powerless against the three Western nations. It was not that there was a 'dense' like Rod, nor was there a country around which he would reach out his hand.

In return for being pushed out of the diplomatic fight, the two countries are the only ones left to be wiped off the map. International politics has always been, but it was a cruel story.

'…… but…'

Rod raises a new question on his forehead.

Is he going to be okay? '

If things go on like this, Abyss will survive. But I will survive. But then what? Is it okay to keep this position?

Rod envisioned the end of the two nations. The map becomes much simpler. When Genoserg receives the backing, it can spread anywhere on the continent. But Opectus? Where does the Alveheim Coalition stretch?

It was ambiguous.

Casar, Abyss, Genozerg.

The territory of these three countries was completely shut down around them.

The Opectus-Albheim Union was completely at hand in the 'Age of Origin', so it was a position to have fun in the 'Pioneering Age'. We can't just split our territory in two and be satisfied.

In fact, all that remained was to fight Casar, but Arc was a strong candidate, and Casar was a burdensome empire. Apparently, Abyss was the best. They have no reason to fight Casar, leaving their tasty Abyss behind.

Of course, Malek promised to keep his hands off Abyss, but given the reason that the Opectus Coalition was blocked from entering their territory, he had no reason to stop them. No, there was no reason to stop him in the first place. After the destruction of Aland and the White Sand, it will be Abyss' turn.

What should Lord do in the meantime? It will be difficult to stop Opectus and Alvehem at their strongest point at 2: 1, so we'll have to ask Arc for help. An arc like a fox would make such demands as an excuse and Lord would have to accept any demands. Even if it's the most humiliating domestic proposal.

The safety of the country is a situation that cannot be overcome by the strength of the road itself. All power goes to the arc.

If Arc offered Lord an alliance, I don't know yet, but neither did I. Arc wrote a vague expression to Lord, "My Own" and "My Hunt." It will appear to other players that Abyss has entered Casar's line, but he has not formed an alliance.

Arc knows that the Abyss in such a fuzzy position is the most advantageous to him.

'... Phew, he can't be careless either.'

Arc's rescue of Lord from Malek would have been merely a 'calculation' to create a situation in his favor. Rod judged it that way.

'Well, is there any other way?'

You have no choice but to join the Western Alliance. In Chaos World, there was a strong and unequivocal rule that prohibited four-state alliances. They want Abyss, and there's no reason to turn the rest of the country against us. Abyss will have no choice but to duck into the inner kingdom, and if they use it against him, he will perish.

Now the issue was clear.

Would it be okay for a foreign national to take over the leadership of the defense?

Are you just going to rely on foreign circumstances?

Lord's answer was NO. Then take off the net Arc left behind and think about it.

'There's your answer.'

Lord realizes.

Aland and Baekje were the "community of destiny."

Unexpectedly, Serena's voice rings in her ears.

'Diplomacy returns to the logic of power anyway.'

In the process of recounting her voice, Lord was more confident. The concept of a neutral country, which is nothing more than a hollow one, is now time to throw it off.

Lord's gaze turns to Malek, smiling loudly. He raises his glass and laughs aloud with Flora, a new ally of Opectus, who formed the ball.

Just then, rays of light came to the table on the road.

"…… What are you going to do?"

The grass was dead.

I also knew that Sunbeam was no longer in a position to coerce his needs. Asking me to be with him was never really a request to go to hell with him. The choice was Lord's.

The rod looks again. The man in the round glasses was occasionally flirting over here, sipping a cocktail by himself. It was Oliver, the Aland player. He was also waiting for the end.

Lord gestures at him to come here. Oliver pauses for a moment, then comes to know that his hand is towards him.

Aland, Baekje and Abyss were all at the same table. Several players have already looked this way in this movement. As Oliver arrives, the three of you gather and Lord shouts.

"Malek!"

He shouted the name of the player who might be the strongest on the continent.

At that moment, all the voices of the hall stopped and the sound of the needle falling sank deep enough. Malek looks back and distorts his face.

"... What is it?"

Everyone breathed. Many eyes were focused on Lord.

Chielo laughed meaningfully and drank coffee.

Arc lets out his eyes, hurting the people around him.

Serena, on the second floor, folds her arms and looks down at the road with interesting eyes.

"How much fun would it be if the world turned out the way you wanted it to?"

Lord smiles bloody and wraps his arms around Ray and Oliver's neck. He rips the collar that disguises his comfort and climbs it himself.

"With 3: 3, let's have a good fight!"

and create new variables on the continent.