"Ah, what do you mean, Miga Sintia...!
In the luxurious office, Omzolf's wobbly voice echoes.
--Bergrette and the others refused to transfer the wounded to the royal palace.
Speaking of the white knight who came back and reported the incident, he smiled as usual.
"Kuku, until we learned our intentions. I can't believe you brought me here with all your might... fufufu"
"That's....!... did you explain the situation properly?"
"Of course, Kuku."
……
"If you have any doubts, you should hear from your men who accompanied you, fufu."
"... no. I'm not gonna doubt how you did your job."
"Kuku, I'm sorry. Ah, and they'll come to say hello to you soon, including saying no to this invitation, fufufu."
"... I understand. You can step back."
Kuku, excuse me.
Omzolf exhaled a huge sigh as he watched his back as he left the room.
(Mr. Bergrette... what the hell?)
According to what I heard, she refused the transfer on her behalf.
Sure, it's a sudden offer to them.
Some of them may have been reluctant in view of the extent of their contribution, and others may have been worried about moving injured people and getting worse.
But you know that's not what you're saying. It seems like a long time to come to apologize at a later date.
I don't think that brilliant Raindell knight in particular is aware of it. And then...
(She knows everything.....? If so, why...?)
If that hypothesis is shooting at the target, then the situation is even worse than I thought...
……
The small circular mirror on the desk shows the face of Omzolf himself with his eyebrows tightly raised.
There are a lot of things to do and things to think about.
First of all, the immediate concern in its clear form is -
("Snowstorm White Knights' Glasella Duela"....)
The most powerful elite unit in Badalnois, led by Svorne.
(I still can't help you.....)
They are not guardians subordinate to the king. It is a group that works with its own thoughts.
Twelve years ago, loyalty to the King... No, there was only one subordinate, but that's what happened, a tragedy called the "Ice Spirit Hunt". Established to avoid such mistakes again, an institution allowed to assert opinions different from those of the Lord of the Country.
This is Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela. Such a presence could be called the Knights Without the Lord.
Their role must be to support the king in principle, but if the king decides that he is wrong, he can speak out against others without hesitation.
It exists to cooperate at times, to fight opinions at times, and to guide the country in a better direction together.
However, because of Badarnois, the ambition should be the same, but it is only possible to count with one finger that Omzolf and the Snowstorm White Knights "Glasella Duela" are in line.
(If I were them, I would be just a little girl of a religious believer....)
Not allowed. It is light.
In fact, Omzolf was withdrawn from the church to take up his post and is still five years old this year. Meanwhile, before the formation of the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela, they had stood in front of Badalnois and cut off the danger. Is it impossible to tell them to treat each other equally?
Svorne and Migasinthia are polite and gentlemanly on the surface, but their rudeness can be seen through. In view of the latter's current work, there is no doubt about it. I can't believe you came back "because you refused."
(Badalnois says this is the situation.....)
A soldier jumped in with a hurried knock on the door as he sighed for several times.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
I haven't even replied to my permission to enter, but I don't think I'm blaming you for looking at the blue face of the young soldier who rolled in.
"What's going on?"
"Reports of the emergence of three Amfivtella bodies in the Coastwell region...! If we do not conquer as soon as possible, we can expect catastrophic damage to the city of Carrigal!
Hmm, the Virgin exhales.
"- The place is Courtwell, no doubt"
"Ha! But why did a Category A individual appear in such a no-nothing area... Besides, that Amfivtella has never been like that before..."
Omzolf stood up from his chair and handed over a coat that was hanging on the side of his clothes.
"Well, which way?
The soldiers seemed to be somewhat overwhelmed because they were not lost in their actions. Ohmzolf speaks with dignity and naturalness. With dignity as ruler of the country.
"I'm here to ask you to mobilize the Snowstorm White Knights, Gracela Duela, under Svorne for the crusade."
If there are more than one individual in Rank A, there is no other way to get them to go. No matter how much I dislike the request from the little girl, all this should be accepted immediately.
"For Badalnois."
No matter how different the doctrine of democracy is, the only thing that is rooted in this country as a human being should be certain of each other.
Late at night and close to tomorrow.
Migas Sintia, who was drinking in her room, stared at the oak door at the entrance and exit. I was feeling signs of people, but the door was tapped modestly as if it proved the correctness of the feeling.
"Fufu, who is it? It's open."
It was a young soldier of unchanging age who let his face peek through the gap between the doors without a sound.
"Excuse me for the evening. Hurry up, I have something to tell Lord Migasinthia."
"Kuku, something. Anyway, come in and close the door. It's freezing cold, fufufu."
When he called out, the soldiers entered without fear.
"Fu, are you at work?
The soldier made a gesture of denial to Migasinthitia, who placed a bottle of wine, saying, "How about a drink?"
"Today is a night watch from evening till morning."
"Kuku, I see. So you need it to keep warm, huh?
"No, it's snowing tonight, so if you get drunk and go outside, you'll be summoned to Cuarenae."
In a loving conversation, the laughter of the two coincided.
There is no hard air between this soldier and Migas Sintia. There was a reason for that.
Today's Badarnois soldiers are naturally divided into three large factions.
One of them called Omzolf the LORD and supported him.
Some former monks followed her from the Order when she assumed her throne, and many men swore allegiance to the Virgin who had either sympathized with the idea or entered her appearance.
In the evening, the soldiers that Migasinthia was taking when she visited the clinic were from the Order. They were sent to Omzolf to transport the wounded and were not directly under the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela. As a result, such a helper was unnecessary.
The second is the one who follows the Snowstorm White Knights Gracela Duela.
It consists of soldiers who fought side-by-side with Svorne and Migasinthitia during the Ice Spirit Hunt and Civil Unrest.
We've been together for a long time, and we've both slipped past the dead line, so we're all in a good position to be together as comrades.
There are many powerful men who have become accustomed to the field in the warriors, and other soldiers have called them the White Fighters "Want to Remove" and distinguished them. This was the young soldier who came to the room.
And by the way, the thumb is of none of them.
Neither Omzolf nor the Storm White Knights Gracela Duela. In a sense, of course - more than 60% of the total corresponded to the original standing position.
Kuku, what do you want me to know? Do you have to be me? If you're in trouble, can you throw it at Svorne? Fufufu "
It was a disintegrating migas scientist, but the smile had already disappeared from the face of the colleague who came.
"No, this is something I have to tell Migasinthia Elt Martiborg, who is nothing else."
Since I have read the full name in this aspect, it is quite meaningful.
Very well. Let's talk. "
The perceived White Knight also seriously urges ahead.
"Well, actually, I just heard from someone who came back from a tour of the city."
The reported Migashinteer realized that a faint drowsiness was spreading.
"Ku, Ku, Ku. That's... fufufufufu... fufufufu"
Beyond the pleasure of drunkenness - by exaltation.
"Of course, there is no confirmation. But," Oh? "... it seemed distracted to the extent that I thought it might be. It was so similar... or maybe it was him."
"Hmm... I see... I don't know... I see... fufufufufu"
Migashintea smiled at the back of her throat, barely pointing her right hand towards the void. A wave of fingers revealed a ripple in the universe. Communication techniques. From the other side,
It's Svorne.
The low voice of Captain "Storm White Knight" Gracela Duela "echoes. No matter when you hear it, you're not in a mood for a response, no love shards.
"Hello, Captain. K, k. It's me. It's Migasinthia, fufufu."
Meanwhile, Miga Sintia was biting down on her uncontrollable "joy."
It's you. Looks like you're in a pretty good mood... but what do you need for a night like this?
Asked Migas Sintia, she said without hesitation.
"Ah. A request from the Omzolf priest... to go to Court Well tomorrow morning to eliminate the Grievance, but I will decline. Otherwise, I was able to intrigue you. Fufu, fufufu"