Continental Hero Senki

November 5, that is, the third day of vacation.

I got tired of wangdu sightseeing early. I was trying to devour my sleep in the barracks.

"Hey Yuzef. Just hang out."

"What?"

Some Radek bastard asked me out on a date.

Me and Radek came in closer to the atmosphere of the tavern than to the popular dining room in a section inhabited by many middle-class residents of Silonsk.

By the way, the drinking age within the Kingdom of Silesia varies according to the type of alcohol. For example, wine (wine) can be drunk from the age of 12, wheat (beer) from the age of 15, and flame bottles (vodka) from the age of 18. Criteria are unknown. Besides, it is often self-declared, and stores don't pursue it deeply because they care about lower sales. What a monkey law.

gossip (aside from that), today is a boys' meeting for two men. Well, sometimes it's good, right?

"So, what did you do yesterday?

"... what?

"No, what did you two do?"

Is it my fault that the pronunciation of "what” sounded obscene for a moment? No, wait. Before that,

"How do you know I was acting like two people?

"... that's, uh, that. Rumors of the wind."

"Ho."

What kind of blow did such rumors circulate?

In the meantime, I'll keep sending Radek a glance at the stuffing. Dj......

"Uh, that, what. Sorry."

Lightly gelled. I got groggy in the mass cafeteria. No, it doesn't mean anything dirty. It's dirty in a way, though. Radek might be the type to instantly break up confidential information once he's taken prisoner. Death to the high-ranking officer, if he is enough to be spoiled and taken prisoner.

"Hmm. Ma, I don't mind. It was suspicious when Radek went to Central City."

The central city is off-limits to all concerned in the residence of high-end aristocrats. There can't even be a Radek living there. You were actually noble, if it weren't for you.... No, right?

"Right. My house is definitely in Silonsk, but it's just not in the center town. Damn, I should have gone in the opposite direction."

"That's not even the problem, is it?

"Better than that!

Oh, I got away.

"How far have you been with Miss Marinovska? Did you go as far as facial contact?

"Right. You got your head pierced."

Sarah's a stonehead, so it hurts pretty bad. No, really.

"No, you're not."

"Mostly, why are you asking me that? Worry about yourself before others worry about you."

Now it's my turn to escape. I'll throw the topic back at Radek.

"It's fine. Because I'm already here."

"What do you mean you're here?

"Forgiveness"

"What?"

Forgiveness? What's that porn?

"No, I was surprised, too. When I met my father yesterday, he suddenly introduced me to his wife."

"... uh, beautiful?

"Well."

"I wish I were dead"

"Hey."

Beautiful pardons, cartoons, erotica or something? Is the protagonist of this country Radek?

If I were the hero, wouldn't this guy die? I only have a feeling that military men will die when they forgive their daughter-in-law, but Radek will work backwards, and he'll dodge the flag with the protagonist correction. Keh.

"Does the merchant's second son's forgiveness mean she's a good lady after all?

"Right. I can't go into much detail, but I'm sure she's the second daughter of a merchant in the Ostmarc Empire or three, was she?

"Oh, my God, that's..."

I'm glad it wasn't noble daughters or something. I'm glad I'm not the only civilian among the usual five members. I don't like it because nobility alone promotes you faster. Conversely, civilians, with both strength and martial arts medals, may be delayed in promotion because nobility takes precedence over the number of posts.

All the time, the food was brought here. This is entirely Mediterranean cuisine, with local dishes from the South. Some of them look like olive oil.

"That's why you don't care about me! The problem is Yuzef. Aren't you the one who hardens yourself?

"Mr. Radek. I'm only 15, right? Aren't you going to harden up soon?

"No, you don't, do you? If you're noble or middle-class, if you're still a peasant, it's time to think about marriage."

I'm still not used to the cultural differences around here. Marry me......

"Marriage is not good yet. It's bad for my parents, but I'm not planning on having grandchildren."

"Why?"

"No, you're dying."

I actually have a girlfriend back home. I thought I'd propose when I got home. I also bought bouquets.

If I say something like that, I'll die for sure. Even if I don't die, the suitor dies.

"I do have that kind of bad luck (Jinx) though. I'm not. There are some examples, aren't there? You're telling me that when you have something to protect you from, a man will be stronger?

"I'll do my best to protect the Radeks. If we increase the number of targets we can protect here, we won't have enough hands."

"I'm putting something on, but you're the one who says it's protected, right?

Yes, you are.

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November 6. Vacation Day 4.

Somehow I couldn't rest at all. I ate some sort of call where I was pulling into the barracks to rest until yesterday's minute. When I opened the door, for some reason there was the appearance of the base commander. It was too abrupt. Even though the salute and the outfit remain messy.

"Get dressed right away. He says you're better off as an asshole."

The names of the visitors were easily imaginable.

"This time, are you the Duke's Lady? Or is it the other one?

"It's the other one, Mr. Yuzef"

Apparently, the House of the Duke of Vistula has been destroyed again.

Visitors are named First Princess Emilia Silesia, and escort and escort Duchess Maya Krakowska. His Highness Emilia is not wearing a familiar military uniform, but a dress for nobility. Mr. Maya was a uniform for once, but not a regular uniform, but a Kingsguard uniform. We're not supposed to announce where we're assigned yet, are we?

How does it look from around here that one of the best people in the country came to see civilians like me? And behind the two I've seen somewhere a squad of noble carriages and perhaps two Kingsguards of escorts. That's just the amount of escorts.

"What can I do for you this time?

"Right. Shall I tell you about the future? What is it here, please get in the carriage."

"Much appreciated...... isn't it a slight problem to board the carriage of Her Royal Highness the Princess?

"Oh, is Mr. Yuzef trying to harm me?

"Yes, no. That's not true."

"Then no problem. Someone might say it's a problem, but anyone who says that will only be late."

I say things that scare me more.

"Well, shall we come?"

This is how I ride the first and possibly last aristocratic carriage of my life. And with Her Royal Highness the Princess. I'm scared......

There was no particular conversation on the road between the strange gaze from the Kingsguard and my own nervousness. Her Royal Highness Emilia and Mr. Maya also cared, or never talked to her. Oh, my stomach hurts.

And what arrived was the royal palace, to say the unexpected. I wonder if the name of the royal palace was definitely "Sage Palace".

... the son of a peasant goes up to the royal palace. If I go up to the royal palace at the peasant's minute... or even the moment I enter the aristocratic realm of Silonsk, I will be corned.

"Um, can I come up? I'm not proud of you, but I don't know what a courtesy is in the palace, do I?

"It's okay. I steal people's eyes for once and go in. This is the back entrance for royalty only."

Uh, it's the back door here. It's splendid for a back door, or is it okay for peasants to use royal mouths!?

"I still trust Mr. Yuzef with this. Please, don't hesitate. With a lot of moderation."

I wouldn't have hesitated to go up without the last word......