Dream Life

Tria Calendar, September 24, 2017, around 1: 30 p.m.

Me, Felix Fortescue, the knight of the flourishing Knights of Holy Silver "Mithril" - the Kingsguard who defends the Royal Palace, was cursing this unlucky.

I wonder why he hit the head of castle gate security at the Royal Palace on such a day.

If you are visiting the Royal Palace, you need to contact us in advance. Sudden things can happen, such as an emergency order, but my job, which is usually the person in charge, is just to make sure that the visitors have no suspicions, or any differences from prior contact. I just need to approve it mechanically, because my men are almost there.

Of course, the castle gate that guards the royal palace, that's also the last castle gate security is responsible. With me and my enemies attacking me, I am fully prepared to protect His Majesty and the royal family with my life.

But here in Ars, behind the grim Kelsas Mountains, is an iron-walled castle surrounded by triple walls. It is the Knights of the Holy Silver who are guarding the gates of that third wall, and here the only battle that can take place is after the double walls have been breached, that is, a situation in which the mind is ready.

But only today...

When that happened, I was thinking about the ball after work, relaxing in the stuffing room inside the castle gate and looking at the afternoon visitors' roster. But an urgent scream, similar to the screams of his men, overheard him and hurried out of the jar.

Shortly after I popped out, I doubted my own eyes at the sight in front of me.

What I saw was an unusual sight of those with small bodies but an overwhelming presence squeezing a boneless one-handed hammer and coming together in front of the castle gate. And the gatekeepers crossed the short spears desperately and managed to hold them back.

Unless there are special reasons, the gates of the Royal Palace are open - from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. - and the gatekeepers are the only barriers between the Royal Palace and them. But before its overwhelming presence, blacksmith guild master master Ulrich Drexler and dozens of angry dwarves, the gatekeepers don't think they can help, and they're about to order the gatekeepers to close the door unexpectedly.

The gatekeepers are desperately trying to get out of the blacksmith's guild against an important figure, the master craftsman. But he was gradually pushed by the Dwarves' forces, pushed right in front of the open castle gate, and only managed to stay on his feet.

Not long ago Count Adolphus Edgekamb and a team of Black Steel Knights came back, but at that time Uncle Edgekamb, anyway, all the Black Steel Knights had the same look that came to mind and had a somewhat unpleasant feeling. It's unclear if it had any direct connection to that, but it seemed to have some connection.

We have to do something about this situation, even if we don't know the best reason.

As far as normal looks, it's hard to imagine the Dwarves starting a riot, but still no promises, and it can't pass through those with hammers that can also be weapons.

I squeezed my courage without, and stood before them.

The act was the right one in accordance with my own obligations, but I regretted its reckless conduct terribly.

Why did you regret it? You wouldn't know about that unless you were on the spot.

If they throw me out defenseless in front of a crowd of hundreds of orgasms, you might know a little how I feel. Of course, I've never confronted Auga before, and I don't know if this situation is the same.

The aura-like anger rising from the Dwarves also seemed clear to immature swordsmiths like me - embarrassingly my swordsmanship level is less than twenty.

If it had been accompanied by an anger, we could still have taken some action. Because I was able to choose a response that assumed a riot, like hanging words to forgive them, calling for an increase in the number of people. But they didn't say a word, they just narrowed their eyes and glanced at this one, a situation that couldn't be called a riot. For that reason, I had to think about the actions I should take, but my heart and head froze in the sight in front of me, and I couldn't do anything.

Usually, I would say a raucous afternoon in September, and I should have heard birds and bugs squealing, but I didn't hear anything in my ears except the Dwarves breathing. And you should be seeing the light of the dazzling day and the green of the beautiful trees, but in my eyes all but the burning eyes of the Dwarves only showed up in monotony, and the world was as if it had lost its colour.

My vocal cords as well as my hearing and vision were dysfunctional. Yes, I couldn't speak up.

The master master craftsman says in a low, heavy voice, "Let me go through here," but he just moves his pak and mouth and doesn't sound like a voice.

In my mind, I said, "No visitors without plans can get through."

Still, I did my best. I think I did my best.

Later on, I don't know why I was able to do it, but I was able to do the zesty of "wait a long time" - sticking out my right hand and pointing at my palm.

The master mason narrows his eyes slightly, but regardless of my zesty, he steps out. But I stopped at the gatekeepers' present without being forced to push through.

In this extremely short time, my vocal cords managed to regain function.

"Order! Tell His Excellency Shergold to come to the castle gate immediately! Anyone! Go now!

headed into the royal palace so that the soldiers who were near me could fly quickly.

While I look at it at the edge of my eyes, I regret that I should have gone, but as long as I'm in charge here, I can't abandon the gate. To be honest, if I had noticed the idea of going myself, I would definitely have rushed out.

Enough as soon as possible until Lord Shergold gets here. No, you'll probably need twenty minutes. I mean, in the meantime, I have to keep myself in this situation.

My knees are about to collapse into the fact that I'm so dazzled, but I have to keep pretending to be calm in front of my men. I don't know how long it will last.

"Often, please wait. We are now calling His Excellency the Marquis of Shergold..."

I prayed in my heart that anyone could do something about this situation while I said so. Though I do, I can't get the future diagram out of my head that I'll be crushed by the Dwarves.

But a miracle happened.

My sincere prayer went to God.

A carriage with a royal crest slowly progresses from the rear of the Dwarves. Her Royal Highness Queen Katrina, who had been to the Duke of Moncton's house in time, must have returned.

"Please ask the blacksmiths. Will you pass the carriage of Her Majesty the Queen?"

When I say that while trying to keep my voice from seeping joyful colors, their meat walls open left and right to my words. That's when I realized that the Dwarves are still growing, and that number is well over a hundred.

The queen was put out of the carriage window.

"Is something wrong?

That's what I was asked, but I couldn't answer right away.

Because I didn't know why the blacksmiths were here. I decided to tell you only the facts I know.

"The blacksmith's guild, Drexler, has offered to take a look. I am contacting Lord Shergold, so I was wondering if there are any problems..."

I regretted what I said.

With this said, the queen will go straight into the royal palace.

But here again, God was on my side.

"Really... I have to say hello to the master craftsman."

That's what the queen said, getting out of the carriage.

The queen wore a thin green dress and had a gentle grin as usual. It is disrespectful to say this, but I thought for a moment that you were a short, slightly too rich body - not much different from the Dwarf in front of you - and that you are a common face, the most noble lady in the kingdom, yet more intimate than in awe. Of course, twenty years ago it must have been pathetic and beautiful, but I have naturally never seen you in that era in my story of birth.

But all this time, I felt more dependable than familiar.

I was busting my chest that I could buy time.

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I, Katrina Brentwood, went to the Duke's residence to enjoy lunch with my daughter, the Duchess of Moncton.

After lunch, when I returned to the royal palace, I told him that there was an anomaly at the castle gate in the way your man panicked.

"More than a hundred Dwarves are approaching the castle gate… Kei, swordswallowing atmosphere, yes, may I…"

Your voice was trembling considerably.

"Please keep going. It's okay. It shouldn't be harmful to the royal carriage..."

That being said, I wasn't sure. My husband, His Majesty the King, has a shallow spot, maybe because it's past his head that he pissed off the blacksmiths.

My daughter also told me that there was a big banquet at the Blacksmith Guild, and a woman official also told me that officials from the Lockhart family seemed to have visited Ars. Maybe His Majesty did something in that relationship... no... there was something wrong.

A peek out the window of the carriage did bring the swordswallowing atmosphere Dwarves together to surround the gate. As we approached, we were making Tagi roll more anger than the word sword swallow could describe.

I intuited that this was dangerous.

The kingdom means more than danger to me personally.

I asked the young men of the Knights of St. Silver defending the castle gate what was going on, but thank you for the instructions. I got off the carriage in the name of greeting Chief Drexler.

"It's been a long time. Lord Ulrich."

The master craftsman doesn't seem to feel very comfortable with his husband, His Majesty, but for some reason he has learned to be close to me, and I usually smile and deal with him. I also favoured Lord Ulrich, who would go out with me without resorting to hard respects, but only today he did not have the grin to always float when he met me, and he did not change his harsh expression at all.

"I'm sorry to make such a scene. But at any rate, I must see His Majesty the King and make sure it depends."

It became certain from his words that His Majesty had made a mistake. Big mistake, not a small story like that.

They are patient and do not take action in a few things. Of course, you could reveal discomfort and anger, but it's very rare to raise your hand. What really pissed them off was about the fanatics of light theism.

I darkened before my eyes and learned to glare, but I succeeded in speaking with my usual voice.

"I wonder what happened? Why don't you come to the garden?

Tell the knight behind me, "Will you let me through because I mean my customer," he said, "Well, it's …" and then he said no with a slightly trembling but resolute attitude.

"The carrying of weapons to the Royal Palace is only permitted for a limited number of people. You can't admit it if you can't keep the hammer you have..."

For shaking behind me, this knight named Felix Fortescue seemed to be a more serious knight than I thought.

The Knights of the Holy Silver have many sons of nobility and obey orders from above without any particular doubt, but he seems to be properly defending his work.

At any rate, did he fail to understand this situation and bring up the rules? Normally, that would be fine, but in this situation it can only be negative. I guess that means he doesn't have any ad hoc talent.

"This is a tool (...). You wouldn't have a problem with tools, would you?

He was often silent on my words and said, "Okay. Your Highness is right," he said, ordering the gatekeepers to "let His Highness's carriage and the blacksmiths through".

I walk straight to the royal palace yard, but the different civilians and women were surprised by the more than a hundred Dwarves.

I have ordered one civilian to prepare a drink.

"Prepare your drinks. Yeah, I like alcohol."

A civilian lowered his head and tried to head to the kitchen, but the Drexler master would stop it.

"Non and the others didn't come here for a drink. I don't need anything. I need to see your majesty right away."

I doubted my ears.

Dwarves turned down alcohol! I'm supposed to drink alcohol no matter what the situation!

I knew clearly at this time.

That there is an imminent crisis in the Kingdom of Kaum. And that's the biggest crisis since the beginning of the kingdom.

I made my way to the garden, trying to keep grinning.

There are benches and such in the garden, but there are just no chairs for more than a hundred people. Of course, if it's a gardening party, I'll be prepared.

The cobblestone around the fountain led us to the laid square.

The samurai prepared a chair for me, but I said no. The dress gets dirty, so I'm laying the cloth, but everyone, including me, is sitting on the ground. It's only my head when it will be, such as sitting directly on the ground, but not now.

Everyone just sat down,

"Could you tell me what happened? I was hoping I could help you."

Chief Drexler glanced at Guillaume, but as I stared back, he slowly explained the situation.

As I talked, I sprung up at the crossroads where there was no anger and no apology in me.

I knew immediately why this had happened. And who could have designed it that way?

I stood up, bowed my head deeply, and apologized, "I am so sorry". But I also thought those words weren't enough at all.

The blacksmiths were panicking about my behavior.

"You know it's not the Queen's fault. So could you lift your head?"

On behalf of the chief craftsman, you said so. But this hasn't solved anything.

"I know exactly how you all feel. Can you leave it to me for today? I will make sure that you are satisfied."

Chief Drexler looked around at the blacksmiths before looking back at me.

"I leave this place to the queen."

I was relieved and replied, "Thank you," but the master craftsman has added this with a harsh look.

"But not until tonight. If we don't hear a convincing story by then, we have an idea."

That's all I said, they went home with the blacksmiths.

After a while, the Marquis of Shergold has let me out of breath.

"Ha ha... what about the Dwarves? Didn't you say anything disrespectful to Your Highness?"

I erased the grin that had floated until earlier and replied, "Nothing in particular".

To be honest, I don't really like this Marquis.

Because it is a vicinity of His Majesty, entrusted with the politics of the kingdom, but with little achievement, putting it into a power struggle. Of course, I admit that the Marquis is in a power struggle with the Three Dukes for His Majesty and has no personal desire, but his horizons are too narrow.

So much so that I think it would be better to advise His Majesty, but it creates a disturbance in the country for those in the Back House to speak out to politics. I've only been involved in politics once before, but I didn't have to speak as much as I could.

But that's not what I'm saying in this case.

"What is happening, Lord Shergold?

To my question, the Marquis has replied with a grin, "Nothing particularly problematic".

"As far as the blacksmiths are concerned, isn't there anything wrong with that?

Still without turning off his grin, he said, "There is nothing that would hurt Her Highness. Now, if you'll excuse me," I said and left.

Neither His Majesty nor the Shergold Marquis will be able to resolve this matter. But if you leave it, there will always be havoc in the kingdom.

I decided to be actively involved in politics in order to prevent it.