Continental Hero Senki
Two good friends.
Leaving Krakow, I get awkward along the way but get to Esterburg on a two-day itinerary.
Sarah and Mr. Feene continued not to have conversations with each other in the boarding town on the road. I didn't feel the vibe of being angry, but I don't even feel like pursuing it deeply. Because I'm the obvious cause of the fire.
Well, aside.
The date is August 14, 638, Continental Calendar. The time is 13: 17 according to Mr. Feene's pocket watch.
It's been more or less the first time in a year for me, Esterburg. As always in the metropolis, the streets are as artistic as ever.
"Major, what do you want to do?
"... what shall we do?"
If you're going to learn by convention, you're going to greet the Imperial Silesian Embassy, and you're going to greet the Imperial Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the Ministry of Information if you can afford it, but if you blah blah blah, I don't want to go anywhere.
If you go to the embassy, you will meet Brigadier General Sternback and Major Damrosh, stationed marshals; if you go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, you will meet Mr. Fine's grandfather, Marquis Coudenhoff; and, of course, Count Linz and Versbach, as well as former Lieutenant General Rebel, the haters. Always the ones who don't want to see him.
"But you can't just not go, can you? politely, politically and informationally."
"... that's right"
Not that Sarah has any hands to say she's going instead, but I don't want to do anything to push Sarah into something that would be such a burden.
Ha, I don't have a choice. Me and Sarah got off in the central city of Esterburg once and decided to ask Mr. Feene for a little help.
"In the meantime, me and Sarah greet the embassy. Meanwhile, Mr. Feene should root for the Earl of Linz and the Marquis of Coudenhoff. Oh, I don't mind if I can't."
Especially Count Linz and Mr Versbach. Then we decided on the time and place of the reconvened meeting.
"Okay. I'll tell your father to drop off his other plans and come see you."
Stop it. 'Cause it really puts a hole in my stomach!
But my wish was vain, and the carriage carrying Mr. Fine just rushed to the administrative district of Esterburg.
"Ha..."
"... are you okay?
"Maybe it's not okay"
Greetings to the bad guys. What an unfortunate story with Sanlian Villa. It'll still be better because Sarah will be by my side.
"Hey Yuzef. I don't know any manners or anything, but are you okay?
"... maybe it's not okay"
I don't even feel like it's a joke that the Kingsguard of the Princess Guard says it's impolite, but the subject of the escort is her best friend, Her Highness Emilia, and most importantly, Sarah, and I'm convinced why, maybe.
but that's not a good idea to meet Brigadier General Sternback and Major Damrosh. Especially Major Damrosh. He's one of those guys who collided so many times during his second aide. The ranks should be in the same line early to double hatred even more. You don't even want to see me there, do you?
"If they don't like you too, you don't have to force them to see you..."
and Sarah suggests, but that's the problem.
"The Silesian embassy of the Ostmarc Empire, which allies with His Highness Emilia, is occupied by His Highness's political enemy, the Grand Duchy, so you should go say hello, even in an information-gathering sense."
"... oh dear, as always"
"Well. But I can't paint the mud on Her Highness Emilia just because I don't like it and it's tough, so I have to go."
"Well, I'll be there, too"
"What, no. Um, are you okay?
In a polite sense.
"... if Yuzef showed me an example, I guess"
Oh, yeah, well, I'm not saying I'm an expert when it comes to politeness either, and sometimes Sarah, a burly martial artist, may take a big look at me, and most importantly, going alone is a bit of a strain on my stomach.
"Well, if Sarah's good,"
"I don't mind at all."
"Oh well. … So you're coming with me."
"Yeah."
That said, subtle Sarah grabs my hand. After that day when we went shopping with Julia and Sarah, we often did this when we walked around the city... but no matter how many times we did this, this is embarrassing.
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When Yuzef and Sarah were going to greet the Silesian embassy, two figures were meeting in the reception room at the Ministry of Information of the Ostmarc Empire.
One is Count Roman von Linz, Minister of Information.
The other is Count Graf York-von Walthausen, Minister for Imperial Affairs.
"I'm sorry I called you on purpose, Graf."
"I'm used to being summoned abruptly on the same day by Roman. Ever since I was in cadet school."
"Still, thanks to you for coming to discipline."
The two do not rhetoric specific to the nobility, do not use respectful language, and converse at all. As Count Walthausen put it, these two have been friends since the time of the cadet school and are some of the most emerging figures of their contemporaries.
To be honest, the Earls of Linz and Walthausen were bad friends.
"So, Roman. What can I do for you, calling you out of the blue? I'm still busy because my neighbor's been at war?
"Oh, about that war."
"Hmm?"
To Uncle Linz's words, I stopped my hand stretched out to drink the coffee that Uncle Walthausen had been offered.
"Two military men from the Kingdom of Silesia were to come to the front line as spectator martial officers. I know you're going to speak out as a military adviser, but would you put them in the right unit?
"... don't say it again suddenly"
"That's what I'm asking you to do."
Uncle Walthausen sighs heavily at what Uncle Linz says and does not look like he is asking for. I'm used to it because it's not the first time for him, but even so, it's an act I want you to be cautious about. Most importantly, because Uncle Linz is an irreplaceable friend, benefactor, and work companion to Uncle Walthausen, he easily accepts Uncle Linz's words and actions.
"Damn... those two, what's their rank?
"Major by both names, a knight in status, a 17-year-old young man and a 19-year-old woman."
"... you've embraced another tough person."
The chivalry class doesn't treat most of what sounds good as nobility. It is a salt plum, a nominal nobleman, a substantial civilian. Besides, neither age has reached 20. The rank is elevated with the Major, regardless of his youth.
It is not a big deal to assign these elements to the best units while taking them into account.
"... those two, by the way, are you in love?
A 17-year-old man and a 19-year-old woman. If you are a so-called man or woman of your age, everyone will naturally wonder so. Uncle Walthausen was no exception to that, and that is what he asked, thinking about which stage they would be allowed to take in the brain.
"I heard you were my friend for seven years, but you don't know the details these days. I didn't hear from the reporter."
"Reporter?
"It's my daughter."
"Uh... was that Fine?
"That's right. And he's also the fiancée of a 17-year-old man."
"... what?
Uncle Walthausen has to stop thinking once in Uncle Linz's words.
The presence of Fine von Linz is well known to Uncle Walthausen as well. And while it is not surprising to have a fiancée as long as she is an aristocratic maid, I thought it was a slight problem that her counterpart would come to Ostmarc with a woman who is a friend for seven years.
"Is he okay with his head?
"Probably better than you, huh?
"I'm not smart enough to lose to a 17-year-old."
"Ha-ha-ha. Well, it's a good idea for Graf to wonder. As a matter of fact, we don't know the other party's engagement to Fine yet."
"You know what?"
Uncle Walthausen listened to that Uncle Linz and was able to guess what emotion that 17-year-old male officer was in. In other words, I guess I think more about what I've been doing with my friends for seven years than my friends.
Because I know perfectly well that the male officer won't swallow his engagement to Fine, too. Normally, my engagement to the Countess is a big one. I don't care how Fine's father is Locdenasi.
Then, as Uncle Walthausen, I wanted to support that 19-year-old female officer. The reason is simple, mere teasing and harassment of Uncle Linz.
"I see what's going on. Let's call the military and put them in the right unit.... Right, General Marc von Klein's regiment would be good. The Klein Corps was definitely looking for an increase in command, just fine."
"Mm-hmm. Agreed. And His Excellency General Klein was also a knight (litter). Then you'll know them better."
"That's what I'm talking about"
Well, there's other reasons, which Uncle Valthausen didn't say. This is what I put in my mouth instead.
"As a document on this matter by the end of the day... so. Roman, I asked you to do me a favor, so it's worth something, right?
"Of course, I owe you a favor."
"You're the same guy I can't eat. You are."
I'm used to this, too, but he continued.
When he was conceiving what exactly to demand, Uncle Linz offered me a consideration.
"The consideration... right. Graf and I are the only two secrets that you took last month on a trip to Venedich by yourself with a woman other than your wife - who certainly had blonde hair and huge boobs - calling it a business trip."
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"And I suggest you watch out for a little more sound insulation in Mira's villa. Enjoy a hot night with Mr. Green Hair."
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After a long silence that lasted several minutes afterwards, Uncle Walthausen finally opened his mouth.
"Hey, Roman."
"Hey, Graf."
"... I'm so glad I could be your best friend."
My best friend (Roman), who heard that word of Uncle Walthausen, answers with a thoughtful smile.
"Me, too."