Dream Life

The blacksmith guild's head of the Dägenhardt branch refused to talk about giving away distilled liquor from the Raswell Borderline Uncle.

Then we talked about when we broke the gate with Dagenhardt, and we left the Blacksmith Guild behind.

On his way home, Beatrice, who was accompanying him, called out.

"What are you going to do?

He seems to be worried that the request from Uncle Borderline didn't work out on the reward for the Dwarves.

"Oh, I need to think of something for now. I think I know what I'm talking about today. What the Dwarves Think"

I was beginning to understand what a Dwarf blacksmith was thinking.

They are just craftsmen. That's enough to think we can risk our lives on our own work, too. And they are totally free, out of such imperfections as the state and power.

For example, just imagine what they want.

(Swallow the liquor without straining your shoulders. That would be the best way. A rude banquet is best, for example. where later and with what taste to satisfy them......)

Return to Wellburn Castle and report to your fathers that they have failed to negotiate over the award to the Blacksmith Guild.

My father didn't seem to think the Dwarves would turn down distilled liquor, and he couldn't hide his surprise. Further, I heard that he destroyed the castle gate for the Lockhart family, and my father really seems to want to return the favor.

"You broke a bone for our Lockhart family. Whatever it takes to repay it... Zach, isn't there any good wisdom?

I nodded small and said, "For once, I'm thinking,"

"I have something to ask His Excellency the Governor. Of course, Father, and Brother, I need you to take off your skin."

My brother Rodrick was surprised not only by my father but also by the fact that his name came up in my words and listened back.

"Me too? No, of course I want to thank you too, but I don't think I can do anything to the Dwarf blacksmiths?

My father seems to think the same thing, tilting his neck.

What I think is very simple.

All you have to do is invite the Dwarves to a dinner party hosted by the Lockhart family. Of course, I'm going to be a rude banquet because it's tough when it comes to parties, but the important thing is for all the Lockhart family to attend and my brother's fiancée, Miss Rosalind, to attend.

I went to Baron Oldham's office after explaining the outline to my fathers.

And I talked to him about how we could have what I thought was a banquet.

"... I see. Talk to your hotel. We have a good place for the place… Before we do that, I'd like to ask Sir Zacharias a favor"

When I tilt my neck, the baron changed the atmosphere from when we talked about the banquet and gave me a serious look.

"Actually, I don't hear that Captain Glenfel will take responsibility. When I die myself..."

As a result of the Knights' discussions, the “SS" of the First Knights Fourth Battalion was decided, and the story was passed on to Captain Justas Glenfel of the Fourth Battalion.

But as Borderline uncle's concern was, Glenfel argued that this lapse should be compensated with his own death, and would not accept taking up the post of SS captain.

His immediate boss, First Knights captain Manfred Braceford, said he was sympathetic to him and had complained to Uncle Borderline about admitting to self-harm.

Uncle Borderline struggled with the response and consulted the Baron.

I headed with the Baron to Uncle Borderline's room. The office was awaited by Borderline Uncle and the Knights of Braceford.

Uncle Borderline had a slightly puzzled look.

"Glenfel is still unconvincing. You can't force people to live who want to die... can't do something about it"

Uncle Borderline doesn't seem strong enough to say to Glenfel that he wants to die clean as a knight.

Uncle Borderline has asked me, the originator, to persuade Glenfel.

To be honest, I expected this to happen, so I'm thinking about countermeasures. Of course, I don't have the in-laws to do that, but this time I had another thought, and I decided to take the request of Uncle Borderline.

"I wonder if it's possible to convince Captain Glenfel."

In my words, Uncle Borderline said, "Right!" and stands for delight.

"subject, however, to conditions"

"Conditions?"

"All is left to me, provided that any responsibility in this matter rests with me. My brother Rodrick, of course, has nothing to do with the Lockhart family."

Uncle Borderline looked surprised and said, "What is Sir going to do? He asks," but refuses to answer by saying, "I can't give you the details".

Uncle Borderline thought for a while and said, "Okay. I'll leave it to Sir," he admitted.

I headed for Glenfel with Captain Braceford. Both arms were restrained and a stubborn mid thirties great husband sat in a chair.

When the Knights chief introduces me to "Sir Zacharias," Glenfel clouds his expression for a moment, then bows his head.

"I cannot thank you enough for protecting His Excellency the Governor from us (...). For Your Excellency's sake in the future..."

He would have given orders in a wild voice on the battlefield, Glenfel, but now he talks to me in a vanishing voice.

I could somehow imagine what he was thinking.

(I know it's a mistake to resent me, but many of my men have been killed by me. I know you appreciate your protection of the Governor, but I guess it's hard to honestly put that into words... sounds pretty lame, but that's what I invited you to do with my own alarm. I don't understand your desire to make amends with death. But not this time...)

I tried not to represent my emotions as much as possible and started talking to Glenfel.

"I'm Zacharias, the second son of Masaias Lockhart. As you may already have heard, I am the one who contributed to His Excellency the Governor for this treatment of the Fourth Battalion…"

Glenfel answers nothing with his eyes down.

"... Your Excellency the Governor has told me that Master Glenfel wishes to atone with death"

He nods loudly, staring at me with his begging eyes.

"It looks like you're making a mistake, so let me explain. First of all, this measure did not come out of Your Excellency's grace"

"Not grace? Oh, I'm listening to that. I heard it was a way to save the Governor's predicament."

I shook my head "wearing it" and stared at him like I was shooting through his eyes.

"There's that too. But for you, this is punishment."

He opened his eyes wide and said, "He said it was punishment," and gave a surprised look,

"Speaking of the direct reports of His Excellency the Governor, isn't it born? Thank you for your new position…"

I called his words, "No!" and blocks it with a strong tone. Then, he changes his tone with reluctance and disputes him in a resolute manner.

"Thank you, Mr. Glenfel. You seem to be mistaken for someone important. You endangered the life of your lord, Lord Borderline, on your own (...) guard! That's not all! A knight without any blame, he scattered the lives of his soldiers for no reason! Do you think you can make amends for each of your lives (...) while doing all this!

Glenfel is stunned by my words. Because he understands himself to look that way as a fact, but as far as I'm concerned, I don't really think so.

"What you should do is not atone with death for your lords and the deceased knights, but live and atone..."

So I cut the words once.

"I'm not saying anything for you. If you choose to die, your Excellency will be in a bad position. If the world thinks you've ordered self-harm just like Associate Baron Gateskel, that's the only way this will stop making sense."

Glenfel is shivering his shoulders as he looks down. Still, I kept talking about my thoughts.

"... that's not all. If we misrespond here, the Imperial Capital will use this as an opportunity to order the Northern Governor's Office troops to march. Then more knights, soldiers, will lose their lives. You have to live to prevent it."

The Knights leader looks blatantly nasty the way I say it.

"I don't know how to say that. Glenfel is also a trapped victim. Sir is rude."

I stare at the Knights Commander and ask him back in a low voice.

"Well, we've already considered what happened after Mr. Glenfel harmed himself."

Both the Knights Commander and Glenfel crave answers to my questions. I keep saying words so that they fold up even more.

"Let me get this straight! Captain Glenfel's self-harm is a relinquishment of responsibility! I need to be just self-satisfied!

At that moment, the killer rises from the Knights Commander. I dare to ignore it and rebel even more.

"It is long and painful to live and atone. You'll probably be exposed to rear fingers. If you don't like that, you can harm yourself on your own! But then who's gonna do it! That's what you think!

The Knights Commander releases a genuine killing spirit. He's as tall as I am, but he's a great workout thick body, and the intimidation overflowing from that whole body even makes him feel physical pressure.

(If you're a simple swordsman, you're not much different from me, but he's half the man with nearly thirty years of experience on the battlefield. I wouldn't even have been able to gaze at you if you hadn't been well trained...)

I looked back at the captain as I felt a cold sweat running down my spine.

It was Glenfel who changed that pressing air.

"... Sir Zacharias' thoughts, I understand very well. My life, my honor, is dedicated to His Excellency. In the future, if it is for your honor that I can be ashamed of you..."

Did he blow it off or did he have such a bright look that it was sunny from a distressed look on his face?

"... you've made me say hard things. I'm sorry."

The Knights captain hasn't quenched his anger yet, but it looks like he's been detoxified after seeing Glenfel's look on his face.

I walked away from the scene just to be respectful.

This time, I dared say it in such a way as to push the other person. Because I thought if I didn't say this, I wouldn't stop choosing death as a knight. But I don't think so when I say it doesn't include my heart.

Taking responsibility by your own death seems seemingly clean, but if you ask me, it's just a waiver of responsibility. If you mean to take responsibility by death, it makes no sense unless you mention it in front of the emperor and make him acknowledge that you take responsibility for everything. Perhaps even if I pointed that out, it wouldn't reach Glenfel, who only wants to die.

One of the aims was to further direct the sympathy of the Knights Commander. If the Knights Commander learns to be angry with me, for that matter, his anger against Glenfel will subside. I'm leaving Welburn, but Glenfel will continue to be seen with white eyes by the Knights.

He pointed his sword at his lord and said that he had lost many of his men, yet not only had his life been perpetuated thanks to the generous Governor General, but he had gained an important position comparable to that of Commander of the Knights.

At that time, if the head of the Northern Governor's Office army, the First Knights, were to be behind him, he should be in a slightly better position.

And there was another purpose.

I felt Uncle Borderline was trying to take me in. Because he thought about setting me up for the hindsight of his great-grandson, Francis, and he had shown me many times that he would take up my opinion. Furthermore, many people believe that I saved Uncle Borderline's life in this rebellion.

Even if I don't feel like it, I might get caught off the hook. With that in mind, I chose to make my relationship with the Knights worse.

If the knights are bad in nature "We", they are in danger of life if their hearts are bad, but the knights of the army of the Northern Governor's Office have no one to go out on the outrage in disregard of the Governor's orders. That's why I strangled Glenfel in front of Captain Braceford.

As a result, the Knights Commander must have hated me. Originally, I must have had complicated feelings about me, just like Glenfel, because I've killed so many of my men. If you push that in a slightly negative direction, there's no reason to favor me.

If I knew I had a crush with the Knights, Uncle Borderline wouldn't try to take me in either. Because if you put the support of the knights and my abilities on the scale, you will always lean towards the knights.

This time, I was personally responsible for not involving the Lockhart family in Borderline Uncle because I wouldn't bother my parents or my brother even if the anger of the Knights was directed at me.

Uncle Borderline complained about the grin that night.

"Manfred - the First Knights of Braceford - has protested against Non. That loyalist came yelling at himself."

"We apologize for the inconvenience," he said, bowing his head with a play-handed trick.

"Again, sir, don't be insulted. Now we can't keep Sir Francis in the lookout... did we aim for him from the start?

I answered nothing but a vague grin.

Uncle Borderline laughs "Fair enough".

"Glenfel seems to have figured out Sir's thoughts. That's all I have to thank you for."

Uncle Border tells me that the name of “SS" has been officially decided.

"The Wellburn Guard." This would make it look like the city's namesake. The SS says they're after the loot. "

Aware of the Emperor of the Empire, he seemed to dislike the name SS, which could be taken synonymously with the Kingsguard.

I forgot about the chores and decided to immerse myself in preparing for the big (...) banquet hosted by the Lockhart family.