Continental Hero Senki

July 22.

After a proper goodbye greeting from the embassy, I am finally leaving the Silesian Embassy.

I haven't been stripped of my diplomat status or expired, and I'm officially still a diplomat because I haven't got a new ordinance. I'm not going to be a deputy assistant. But more importantly, the cumbersome administrative work is now Osarava. Let's do it!

Just because I don't, doesn't mean I love physical work.

I was hoping to take the official carriage prepared by the embassy and return to Silesia soon, but stop by a little.

On his way was the Ostmarc Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs building. I was planning the Silesia-Ostmarc alliance, using the Berkson case to oust the political opponents, and to meet His Excellency Marquis Coudenhoff, the hot-handed Minister for Foreign Affairs, who poked a condemnation statement at the Eastern Continental Empire.

I don't have an appointment. I was going to leave if I didn't see him.

but the marquis sounds hellish. As soon as I entered the Foreign Office building, it was because the Marquis of Coudenhoff was waiting in front of me with several escorts and secretaries. Really, I wonder where the information comes from.

"My lord. Thank you for this time. Thanks to this, the people of my country can harvest wheat safely."

Silesia, the great barn zone of the continent, is also about to have its harvest season. Since the truce entered into force before the harvest season, conscripted peasants can safely return home. Besides, I haven't heard it was colder or hotter this year than usual, so it probably looks good.

"That's good. I like wheat in your country, too, and I expect it after next year."

In that expression, His Excellency the Marquis referred to the improvement of relations between Ostmarc and Silesia.

It depends on Silesia to see if we can get another good harvest after next year. And the Marquis, who wants to mouth the bread made with that wheat, also cooperates. I guess so.

"So, what can I do for you today?

You know that.

"To say hello to your departure. Today I will be relieved of my position as Deputy Assistant Governor."

"Oh well. Don't get lonely."

You don't think I'm gonna feel like I've heard your voice and I'm gonna miss you. But I don't even know what exactly you think. That is the Honourable Minister for Foreign Affairs of Boulder. If they read your emotions, you'll be at a disadvantage in the negotiations.

"It is I who must thank you. Thanks to you, I can't wait to see the rest of my life."

"I'm afraid."

What is the emperor of the Ostmarc Empire Shadow looking forward to? I was a little scared to ask that.

The Marquis said he was busy and his exit greeting ended in about 15 minutes.

I thought I'd say hello to the Earl of Linz, who would be in this same government building, as he talks about the future, but I'll stop. How embarrassing to see you when I think of yesterday. Well, the Count would do something about it.

Then Mr. Fine thought... but I wonder where she usually is. Is it a house, or a cadet school, or something else?

... Yeah, that's a hassle. Let's also stop seeing her. Not that I can afford that much time.

Oh, yeah. There was someone else I had to say hello to. I don't have an appointment here either, but why don't we storm it out?

---

"Mr. Yuzef. Long time no see."

"I'm sorry. Thanks for taking care of me, but I couldn't thank you or say hello."

"It's okay."

Lisel Elizabeth von Grilpalzer, the man who sold me inside information on the Imperial Army of the Eastern Continent and the fiancée of a friend. The long hair of platinum blondes and the enormity of some parts of their bodies are sure to attract the eyes of the men of the world.

If my fiancée wasn't my friend, I might have thought about dictating, etc., but it weighs itself in there.

Beautiful ladies with big presidents with handsome merchant sons in their fiancées are not a winner at all.

"So, what can I do for you today?

"Not so much for you... today I'm leaving the Empire, so say goodbye."

"Oh really..."

Mr. Lisel is sober. Kind of cute.

"A precious friend who can talk to my dear Mr. Radek..."

Oh, no. I was just in love. I have to hit Radek a couple of times when I get home.

Turning out that no one would be able to do the topic of Radek, Ms. Lisel was then flowering into a love story with rage momentum. I guess it's because some people are long-distance relationships, but even so, it's love love.

I'll stop talking about that whole love thing in the right place and get down to business.

"Cohon. Uh, I came by today to say goodbye and talk to Mr. Liselle for a minute."

"Consultation?

"Yep."

That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take my wallet out of my pocket. Naturally it is the Ostmarc coins that are inside. An asset without me on a low monthly salary, but even if I leave Ostmarc, this is no longer a useless long product. You can exchange it for a Silesian coin, but I'd like to shop a little before I do.

"Not that I have a lot of money... but now I want to shop"

"Are you shopping? Would you rather have a regular market?

"That's right. Because it's not a normal purchase?

"... what?

"I want to make a gift. I tried to give it to the person I took care of, but you couldn't buy it because you were busy and embarrassed. Besides, I don't seem to have any taste."

I could handle that kind of thing in my last life if I duly looked it up in a wisdom bag and poached it in a dense forest, but there can't be such a convenient system in this world. The only person in Ostmarc who has taste and can prepare it is Mr. Lisel.

"I see. So you're saying I should look into it instead and give it to that person?

"That's what I mean"

"Hmm...... I get it. I would take the fee if I were you, but I will take it for free at a friend's request."

"Thank you"

Good. I thought they'd call it a commission and take half the money.

"So who are you giving it to?

"Er, right. Mr. Liselle knows him well, too. Specifically, I'm a cadet with a high-ranking bureaucratic father who's good at collating information, but doesn't put much emotion on the table."

"... Hmm. If you skip the last sentence, you only know one person."

Huh? That guy doesn't put that on his emotional chart so much, does he? I'm very good at faceless. Or will I put my emotions on the table quite a bit for Mr. Lisel?

"Because I took care of her scattered. Please."

"Okay. I wanted to thank him too, and it's a good opportunity."

Thus the last business meeting between me and Mr. Liselle was concluded this year.

I get in the official carriage and go for Silesia all the way, apologizing to your mistress for keeping me waiting a long time. Even so, there is no way to get there in a day, so I pinch some rest in the lodging town. And three days later, on 25 July, he finally arrived near the Ostmark-Silesian border.

Speaking of greed, I wanted to stop by Crosno, but I weighed myself down because that would delay the arrival of the King's Capital by a few days. I also wanted to say hello to Berkson and Anda, but I had no choice.

I've only been here 8 months, but it's emotional to think it's the last one today. Tomorrow I will step on Silesian soil again.

"... I guess I'll come back when Ostmarc prices are lower or my pay is higher"

---

When Yuzef arrived at the Silesia-Ostmarc border, two women had long idle conversations at a coffee shop in front of the Office of the Secretary of the Eastern Continental Empire.

One is Countess Fine von Linz, who made him an Ostmarc Imperial Cadet.

One is Liselle Elizabeth von Grilpalzer, baroness for the presidential warrant of the Grilpalzer Chamber of Commerce.

"In time, is it time for the Captain to arrive at the border"

When Fine squeaks so abruptly, Liselle reacts to it just to tear it up.

"Mr. Feene seems to really like that one better."

"No way."

Fine responds with no emotion and drinks tea. This time it was properly contained, but Liselle predicted the behavior as well. These past few months, they've had tea together several times. At that time, Liselle was discerning Fine's habits.

Regardless, I don't do anything to point out that habit. Because seeing it is one of Liselle's pleasures.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember it in time. I want to give you something."

Liselle said so, taking a small box out of the bag she brought with her and putting it in front of Fine

Fine takes the box with surprise and asks Liselle who the box is.

"What's this?

"It's a gift from Mr. Yuzef." Apologies are shapely. "

……

Fine remembered the words. Because it is the dialogue that I said. Lisel, no. Subtle information on the Eastern Continental Imperial Army was obtained by the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce. The information was brought to Yuzef, a dialogue she said when he asked Fine to "deliver this information under Princess Emilia".

"Apologies must take shape sometime."

She joked about it, but in discipline too, the man kept his promise.

Feene was stunned by the behavior before she was impressed. Someone who can't read the behavior at all.

"... Are you sure you want to open it?

"Go ahead. I'd rather you open it now,"

Liselle's words were "what kind of reaction would Fine appear to have on the iron mask at first glance," but, not knowing what the circumstances were, Fine opened the box thoughtfully.

When she took out the stuff in the box, she immediately understood what it was.

"... pocket watch, is it?

"Yes, it's a watch made by a Helvetian watchmaker that they say will only go crazy for a minute in a year"

…………

There are naturally watches in this world, but sometimes craftsmen make them carefully, making them very expensive. Not to mention the price jumps if it becomes also the high-precision pocket watch of Helvetia, famous for owning many watchmakers.

Naturally, it's not something you can buy at a low monthly salary like Yuzef's. That's why Fine understood.

"... thank you. Mr. Lisel."

"Hehe. That's crazy. It was Yuzef who gave it to you."

"But I thank you. Thank you."

Liselle was also ashamed to give gifts to her friends directly at her own hands. So Liselle used Yuzef as an excuse to make this gift.

This watch, given to me by the two of them, even when it broke and stopped working, Fine says he kept nostalgic for the rest of his life.