Dream Life

After crusading a flock of five hundred goblins on Viscount Farfree territory, he arrived in the city of Aldred, where the Eastern Governor's Office is located.

I'm staying two nights because there's a branch of the Blacksmith Guild in Ealdred. Naturally, it's for the banquet.

The largest branch in the eastern region meant that the Ealdred branch belonged to nearly a hundred dwarves, but it was a relatively peaceful land, with many mid-sized to young dwarves.

The Aldred branch is given a three-year cask of Scotch and a small amount, but the Zack collection.

The Dwarves here had never had a scotch and were delighted to weep. As usual, the details are discounted.

From Airdred we continue along the Funnel River, the largest river in the east.

The landscape is changing dramatically from this city. Until now, it was a deep forest hilly area, but gradually flattened, with which the rugged forests had turned into abundant countryside.

After passing through Aldred, the streets turn southwest and head toward the traffic shock Ezarrington.

It was welcomed in the cities where it was going, but at the same time the solicitation of factions from the Lords was endless.

Still, there was nothing forceful to frown upon, nor was there any trouble such as encountering demons or bandits.

Everything goes through the eastern region, and Ezarrington is visible.

Ezarrington intersects three main streets: the central street, which runs from the imperial capital Plymouth, the eastern street, which runs into the Kingdom of Kaum, and Langton Street, which runs east of the Wale Peninsula.

Also, because of the boom in shipping, supplies from all over the continent are gathered, so much so that they say they are more prosperous than the imperial capital.

The city is built in the central state at the mouth of the Fannell River. This is also because it is a fortified city created to protect the imperial capital from horseback riding peoples in the central part of the continent.

Central America is a huge oval five kilometers east and west and three kilometers north and south, forming rivers north and south.

It was necessary to cross the Fannell River because it was in Central America. The rivers around here are wide, and the rivers flowing north and south of Central State are all over a kilometre wide.

It takes three giant bridges magically made of earthly attributes on that river, and a large castle is created on the opposite side of the bridge that combines examination posts, making it a defensive base for the city.

On the Central State side there is a wall about fifteen meters high, which also acts as a levee, and also prevents the intrusion of demons from underwater.

Here, too, we pass the checkpoint as a matter of the highest priority because of a single line of manipulation.

Beneath the bridge was a gentle but abundant stream of the Fannel River. Viscount Radford told me that this is a period of relatively little water, but it was felt to be an adequate amount of water and a natural factor.

Ezarrington is one of the empire's largest cities with 300,000 people when combined with surrounding towns and villages. But the city in Central America has a population of about 50,000, of which 20,000 become soldiers.

As well as being a commercial city, this is the most important stronghold of the imperial defense, so there are 20,000 members of the Fourth Regiment stationed at all times.

The Fourth Regiment is stationed from the centre of the city to the east, making the west a commercial district.

When you have finished crossing the bridge, you will reach the centre of the city. I was supposed to get off the horse, but this time I stayed on board because I meant an angel escort.

I said the city, but a four-story castle fortress stretches over the ground in a military facility to be exact. The fortress is divided into two parts, east and west, so as to sandwich the streets, and visitors to Ezarrington will always pass between them.

Looking up, they say there are numerous arrow narrows on more than the second floor of the castle fortress, in case they are made to stop the enemies that have broken in on this occasion.

Looking at the castle fortress from above the horse, but a sigh of sigh leaks into its spectacle.

"That's amazing," Liddy exclaims.

Likewise, Mel was squeaking upwards, "That's really awesome," he said.

Through the fortress, there was a large square, lined with many stalls. This is where the army meets when things go wrong, but it's usually open to citizens.

If you look at the commercial district on the west side from the square, unlike the eastern side, made of gray stone, you can see a line of shops and collective homes, characterised by brightly colored roofs such as oranges and yellows.

This time we stayed with Viscount Radford at the castle of Ezarrington, which is also the castle of the Duke of Ezarrington's house, so we did not enter the commercial district, but headed to the eastern district for the Legion.

When we entered the East End, stone quarters lined up, and there were plenty of fully armed soldiers walking to see if they were on the move to the exercise area.

Ezarrington Castle is on the south side of the East End, facing the Fannell River. A four-story building of about 100 metres on one side, characterised by a bright white wall and a grey hanging blue roof. From its beautiful appearance, there was not much image of a castle, and it was interesting to say that it was spicy.

Viscount Radford's escort captain Towerdin announces his arrival in a loud voice in front of the gate.

"His Highness Viscount Ignacious Radford, the angel of His Majesty the Emperor! Open the door!"

The opponent is a Duke family to be brought to the Imperial Family, but whatever the content, the Angel is granted the same authority as the Emperor. It is for this reason that the Viscount, who is only a Marquis jury, can demand that the Duke, an elder and now cousin of the Emperor, open the door.

Of course, this is like an outward pose, and even an angel cannot wield authority over the Duke. Because we know that if we do that, we will be retaliated against the moment the angel is relieved of his duties.

The gates of Ezarrington Castle open slowly. Even here we go on the ride, but the squire and the vigilantes were stiff to the bees, even if they had explained in advance.

They are also in the royal palace in the king's capital of the Kaum kingdom, but the Imperial Duke family seems somewhat more intimidating and nervous.

While the Viscount says hello, we leave the horse with the Duke's servant. The servants are all top notch, sophisticated in their answers and answers, and have no other choice.

My father and mother, my brother and his wife are with the Viscount, but at times like this, I am glad to be second son.

(I guess there's just no Duke himself, but it's a hassle. In that regard, my brothers and sisters are used to it, and you should leave it to them. Well, I know it's bad for your father and your mother...)

Rosalind, the sister-in-law of the ex-between bureaucrat, is used to hanging out with the nobles because these kinds of relationships were routine, and her brother Rodrick, who was platoon leader in the army of the northern governor's office, also sold his name as a giant killer "Giant Slayer".

Meanwhile, although my father and mother have relationships with famous houses such as the Kaum Royal Family and the Raswell Border House, I don't like the fact that they were formatted because they were originally civilians. This time I was also nervous in the morning and had fewer words than usual.

After leaving the horse, Beatrice said zero, "This is going to be a stiff shoulder," but immediately he said, "I have to get used to it."

"I'll never get used to it. I knew it was best to live in the country."

That's what Liddy theorizes.

Returning to the entrance, my nervous faceted father was shaking hands with a magnificent man in an imperial army uniform. Behind the man was the Marquis Clement Seawell, who somehow found out who the man was.

(I guess having Lord Seawell is the main thing in this mansion. But why is Lord Etherlington welcoming us? Can the senator leave the Empire?

My prediction is that it is the Duke Alexis Ezzarington himself who is shaking hands with my father. When this happens, I have to go, too, and I just have to hold back behind my fathers.

My brothers' greetings are over and my father gives me a look.

My second son, Zacharias.

Step forward with my father's introduction. And when I poke one knee on the spot, I greet him as I learned at the college.

"The Imperial Knight Masaias Lockhart is in Zacharias, his second son."

"It's Alexis Ezarrington. Nor is it an official place. Stand up first."

Lord Ezarrington said that and made me stand, and he offered me his right hand.

It feels light to the Duke, but it's natural and likable.

The Duke brackets his golden hair behind him, a beautiful man with sensible pale eyes and a neat moustache, with a soft grin on his face, who looks young for his age of forty-two. Also, for a samurai named Commander of the Fourth Legion, the line is thin, so much so that he is more convinced that he is said to be a civilian.

"You've come a lot. I wanted to talk to Sir once."

The Duke opens his mouth before I reply.

"With that said, I heard you were accompanying your wife?

That's how I look at my father and me. I sent eyes to the Liddy's waiting outside without entering the entrance, urging them to come inside.

Liddy and Beatrice come in with an indescribable look.

The Duke looks at the two of them and then he breaks his face big.

"She's a beautiful woman, no doubt a rumor. I thought Lord Clement was going to say something big, but no..."

And he said, and laughed, and he said, "That being said, I heard that some of my fiancées are there."

I had no choice but to call Mel and Sharon too, and they both greeted each other nervously.

"It's really just beautiful princesses. And I hear they're all a thousand a ride. Lord Ingolslop and the others will be in trouble."

The name Lord Ingolslop came up, but I kept my face shut without changing. I'm guessing Lord Ingolslop, the Crown Prince, is trying to send his own daughter, or a relative's maid, to me.

The Duke narrowed his eyes slightly when I was unresponsive. But loosen your expression immediately.

"That's the man Lord Hubert said he wanted in his right arm. So this kind of shaking doesn't work?"

After I say that, I laugh out loud.

Marquis Seawell walked in between with a smile on her face when she noticed that her fathers were circling their eyes.

"Lord Alexis, you will be able to talk slowly later. This is about it. Everyone is eating."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. There's nowhere to include. It's just that I thought the same thing about Lord Hubert. Hahaha!"

Very different from the figure I had imagined, I was baffled by the inside of something that I wouldn't put on my expression.

According to the information I had, Lord Ezzarington is also bright in the military and even more politically savvy than the current Chancellor, Lord Firobischer's successor. As far as I could tell, I thought it was a pitiful staff type, but he was more lavish than I thought.

(It's possible we're looking for it. At least your father and brother should have liked Lord Ezarrington. I don't think the next prime minister will do that much, but I'd rather not be drawn to the impression...)

I had heard from Viscount Radford of the move to take him in as a neutral, but I had no idea that there was a move from Lord Feelobisher as well as Lord Ezarrington.

I was put through to the room, but it was only after three o'clock, so I decided to do an evening workout in the Fourth Corps exercise area.

Look sideways at the training in the exercise area, but just as highly trained as it makes you think the Imperial Army Regular Force is elite.

Even Mel, who is most heavily trained by his grandfather, is so honestly admiring.

"That's amazing! Not every single one of them, but they move very differently in the troops."

As Mel put it, I don't see my grandfather or Walt, or a fierce man at about level eighty, but every squad showed an undisturbed movement on a platoon by platoon basis, and his sophistication as an army was crippling.

As an individual, the level seems lower than mine, but it's not strange to have a level seventy class with 20,000 people. I guess I'm just not here.

In the meantime, the Lockhart family will continue to train as usual.

I'm not, but the squire was more in the mood than usual. I guess he wants to show the Imperial Army's elite the good.

My father, who spotted it, severely points it out.

"Our way of fighting is not like the Imperial Army! Focus on your training!

My father is right, the Imperial Army and the Lockhart family have different enemies to assume.

The Imperial Army is basically a human opponent, and we are demons are opponents. Naturally, we fight differently. The Imperial Army is fundamental to mass warfare, but the Lockhart family is the premise of fighting individually.

For that reason, the Lockhart family is better off in terms of individual skill, but the Imperial Army's power would be overwhelming if the platoon size was greater than or equal to the battalion size of about twenty.

We'll do the usual bareback gestures and move on to mock warfare. By then, the part-time soldiers had begun to gather in the exercise area to see our training.

At first, it felt like the country vigilante in question, with teasing voices such as "Don't let the kid force you" hanging around like a fool.

When Beatrice came out, some were like whistling with Hugh, but when the mock battle between me and Mel's combo started, no one, no longer opened their mouth.

Whereas Beatrice's eyeless spear, Mel and I are going to make a combined attack. Beatrice naturally responds to the style of me agitating and Mel poking at the gap.

Sometimes these days they fought more than enough in a state of antagonism, and the soldiers lost their word in that fierce simulation.

Furthermore, when a relentless mock battle was waged, including Theo and the others, he could not hear a sound.

At the end of the training, the Squadron Leader class knights applaud, and the soldiers imitate it.

I feel somewhat embarrassed, but I admire the Fourth Corps not only for its proficiency, but also for its high morale.

Because of the pride of being elite, I thought someone would try, but no one did, and we walked back to Ezzarington Castle waving at the soldiers.

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The soldiers who were watching the Lockhart family train were voicing praise in the exercise area.

"That's real. I thought the story of the undead was about jujutsu, but if you could fight even a kid like that, it's not impossible."

"More than that, the battle between that beastman's spear man and the two young swordsmen was a roll. If it weren't for the Legion Leader's help, I would have asked for help."

The Fourth Corps was famous for its strict discipline. It's what the Duke of Ezarrington has been strictly coaching since he became Legion Leader, and few people now commit military violations.

This time the Duke himself forbade any interference with the Lockhart family, and as such could not do more than look.

"But that was a lot of separate," a young squire murmurs, shaking his head like a veteran squire would do it.

"Sure, but you're giving up."

"Why not?," the young squire hears.

"Rumor has it that Zacharias has been called" Prince Harlem of all directions "since he was ten years old. I still can't even speak to my daughter in the dining room. I can't possibly imitate you."

"Since I was ten...... I'm more surprised that way than the arm of a sword!

Then a loud laugh arose from among the soldiers.