Dream Life

April 5.

Through the meadow area of the central part of the Empire, he arrived in the northern region town of Dirac. He is greeted by his lord, Baron Owen Dirac, and is on his way to the castle.

The town is the standard fortified city of the Empire, with many citizens out on the boulevard who enthusiastically welcomed us.

The Lockhart family has no edge or itch with this town, but in addition to the originally popular "Princess Knight Rosalind," the fact that grandfather Govan and brother Rodrick are named heroes seems to have welcomed us to the Lockhart family for the first time.

The expressions of the citizens who waved and welcomed them were bright, but the merchants were less visible and felt lonely. Baron Dirac has told me about this that the traffic on the northern streets is decreasing due to the deterioration of security.

I stayed at Dirac Castle that day.

the baron made a serious look at his dinner seat,

"Be very careful ahead. There's some information that the bandits are out there."

and advise. But right after that.

"Most of all, I don't think any fool would attack your house, hahahaha," he added with a laugh.

The advice was formal, and he didn't seem to think there were bandits selling fights to the Lockhart family who defeated tens of thousands (...) of undead.

Due to my grandfather's activities, the Lockhart family's martial name originally roared in the northern realm. Furthermore, it seems to be a perception that “a thousand fierce men on one horse” is being used in this undead case.

The next day, he left for Welburn, one hundred and fifty kilometers away.

My father is giving his rhetoric to everyone before he leaves.

"Don't get distracted at any time beyond this! Whatever Lockhart's name is, he might ask for a number and come at me. The system in the event of a raid is as confirmed last night. each, as ordered by the Commander, to take appropriate action."

Out on the northern streets, but the number of different merchants is extremely low. Even though occasionally different merchants were also protected by the Northern Governor's Office Army, it felt tingly.

The vigilance played its part, our itinerary went well and no bandits or demons came out.

However, even though it is the raucous cheerfulness of spring, the number of sheep and cattle being herded is extremely low and does not feel peaceful. When I asked him in the countryside where he stopped for a break, he said that herds of meadow wolves and goblins were now showing up and that the men were grazing while protecting them in close proximity to the village.

On April 10, he arrived safely in Welburn, the capital of the northern region.

Going round the castle gate, the citizens who notice the seal of the Lockhart family are most welcome.

Did they tell you by mouth that the road to Welburn Castle was filled with people and in a state like a triumphal parade?

Entering Welburn Castle, the Hubert Raswell Borderline Uncle and Baron Ferdinand Oldham, the housekeeper, greet him.

"Well done for coming!" and hold him gently as Uncle Borderline took his father's right hand.

"My lord to the Viscount, bless you with all my heart..."

My brother, after welcoming him in the same way, huddles his sibling Rosalind in silence. He looked slightly tearful when he saw his beloved daughter.

And then he spoke to us, too.

"You've come a long way," he laughs, but soon he says, "Sir, you've hardened yourself, too. Congratulations," he said to congratulate me on my marriage.

Further greeting Baron Oldham and the others, he deposits his horse and enters the castle.

He welcomed me brightly, but I felt tired of their expression.

I know why somehow.

It has already been over a year since the Northern Governor's office forces marched into a punitive war on Lukes.

In the meantime, he manages to maintain law and order by communicating a limited budget while training immature prostitutes.

In the absence of a good commander, the use of prostitutes lacking skill and mercenaries putting themselves first, makes me wonder why I'm constantly struggling.

Not only that, but commerce is taking a heavy toll and the situation is financially challenging.

The Chancellor and the Duke of Ezarrington seem to be supporting him from behind, but I guess his hard work is nonetheless considerable.

Rosalie looks worried when she realizes how tired her father is.

Baroness Barbara Harding, the chief samurai, stood to support Uncle Borderline, and when she looked at me, she had met him small.

Further afield was Associate Baron Desmond Gateskel, who failed to assassinate us. He is now involved in internal affairs as a subordinate of Borderline Uncle, and would have been in a worse situation than he is now without him.

Once inside the castle, you will be guided to the same room as last time.

It was Aina Rushton, a samurai who I used to mentor in service. A year and a half ago, I was still young, but now I'm haunting the atmosphere of a calm adult woman.

"I was heartbroken to hear that your territory had been attacked by the undead. But I was finally relieved to see you safely…"

That's what I said, then I bowed my head and left the room.

"Oh... haven't you given up yet?," Liddy mutters.

"What are you talking about?" I lean my neck, "but he won't tell me if I'm just laughing any more.

I did feel favored, but it was over a year and a half ago. Plus you must be listening to me talk about marrying Liddy and the others. Now I don't think that's going to happen.

Head to the square near the knights' quarters in the northeast of the castle for evening training as usual.

Do you have fewer castle guards or fewer soldiers than last time? Five hundred men a battalion used to hit security, but from what I've seen, it seems to have been reduced to about a quarter or less.

When I concentrated on training as usual, at some point, the Border Boys toured.

When my father called out,

"I wrote in my letter that Rosalie could have been a Lockhart woman. I came to make sure. Don't worry about it. Keep going."

My father returned as soon as he was honored. And do the mock warfare as usual.

Little in action has been experienced during this journey, and the training time is even shorter than when in the village, and the level of swordsmanship has not risen. There was a battle with Goblin, but that one doesn't go into action.

It's not a strange story because my brother and Mel, who are close in level, are the same, but my younger brothers are leveling up well, so I feel slight but anxious.

Compared to swordsmanship, magic is better.

The frequent use of the magic of detoxification due to the large number of banquets and the fact that bottles are always manufactured before going to bed raise the water and soil attributes.

Thinking about it like this, it seems that I only do things about alcohol, which is kind of mocking.

The training was intense, as usual.

However, the rosaries had been slightly relieved. Rosalie's opponent is Liddy, and since Rosalie is attacking and fighting in a way Liddy defends, it hasn't been as intense a meeting as usual. By the way, Liddy's swordsmanship level is thirty-one, Rosalee is twenty-one, and there is no danger to Liddy.

However, Rosalie herself seemed dissatisfied and told her father, "Please do as usual!," he pleaded.

My father also has to give up when they say so, and nominate Mel for the opponent.

It's not one-on-one when it comes to nominations. If Mel at level 52 and Rosalee at level 21 fight, they'll just kill you instantly, and you won't be trained. That's why Angie and Elena are both in.

The triumph of Mel is unshakeable even when it is three to one.

The rosaries breathed together and struck in unison. It emits a sharp slash on the woman, but is played by her grandfather Govan's conceded sword and pushed back lightly. And the three of them with the gap are struck one after the other by Mel.

I was slaughtered to the point where it hurt to watch, and all three of them fell to the ground.

"Lo, Rosalie!" Borderline uncle tries to rush over, but he was stopped by Baron Oldham saying, "Master, please calm down".

In the meantime Rosalie stood up with her sword as a cane and said, "Angie, Elena, stand up!" and scold the two maids. That's just what they used to call a princess knight, and her temperament is the best of the three.

They both said hello, but got up and challenged Mel again. However, the skill difference is difficult to fill and is immediately beaten down in the same way.

"Dear Rosalie! The attack is monotonous! Mr. Angie has too much clearance after waving his sword! Mr. Elena doesn't hesitate when he's about to be slashed! ……

He had been knocked down many times, pointing out what was bad for Mel, who turned him into a ghost sergeant.

Uncle Borderline seems to sit back and not even be able to speak up.

In just a year and a half, the three had become Lockhart family warriors. Enough for any mercenary regiment if it's just guts.

Especially after experiencing last year's undead battle, training has grown more intense, fighting each other with mid teenagers in the village of Rasmore.

After the training, the rosaries had a clear smile, albeit painted on the soil. Seeing it, Uncle Borderline kept his mouth open and was impressed with the loss of words.

Sweat in the bathroom and head to a welcome dinner.

Today is Rosalie's return home, so did the blacksmith guild shy away, and the banquet offered to "ask after tomorrow”? I'm concerned about the phrase "after tomorrow”. Perhaps the phrase "every day after tomorrow” should be omitted.

When I tell Liddy about it, she says, "It's the same as usual, right?"

Sure, I'm convinced you're right, but I feel it's a subtle place to be convinced.

This stay in Wellburn, but I have ten days planned.

To discuss the procedure for the transfer of the city of Kilnarek, belonging to the Raswell family, as well as future imperial measures, but also because of the work of inspecting the distillery to be built near Welburn.

Distillers seconded by Wellburn will finish their training next fall. The two Kurt and Doris studying distiller manufacturing and Alliance staff member Jonathan Water will be returning to Wellburne next spring to start building the distillery, so they want us to confirm the location by now.

The supper was served exclusively at the Raswell and Lockhart families. This is because ostensibly the Lockhart family is supposed to have taken territory from the Raswell family, to make the relationship look like it's getting worse by not having a big welcome feast.

In that seat Uncle Borderline worried about her daughter,

"Are you okay? No matter how hard the wooden sword is, it won't hurt you."

The person said nods with a cool face,

"You can't protect the people and your family if you're afraid of getting hurt. And since Zach and Lydia are here, there's not a scratch left. I really want you to work out more for Master Govan, but right now, I'm not as good as you can coach me directly. I'm really sorry to hear that."

When Uncle Borderline shook his head small to the side of the word, he stopped touching the topic.

Dinner was small in number, but food and service were the best.

It perfectly matches the dishes to the Seawell wines I gave you as soon as I arrived, and the movements of the servants have increased sophistication, to such an extent that they are not comparable to the servants of the Seawell family I worked out impromptu.

Chief Barbara Harding herself has served me, and I have exchanged words several times in doing so.

There was no particular talk of political orientation, and he seemed to care if the efforts of the servants were fruitful.

"I heard you attended dinner at many famous houses in Imperial City. I (I) intend to try not to lose to those famous houses, but is there any improvement?

"No, I think it's better than any house in the Imperial City. The food is no better than the Seawell family, and everyone who serves is the best in the Empire."

The chef and servants who were holding back on my words exhale a breath of relief.

Barbara also loosened her expression slightly,

"I heard that word and relieved you. I heard Sir Zacharias was in command himself at a dinner party at the Seawell family. A letter from the Marquis said it was as wonderful as it was enjoyed, without the usually unfriendly senior nobles contending."

Borderline uncle is also nodding at Barbara's words.

"Lord Clement has boasted in his letter. He said we could have a dinner party in history. Sure, if you drink wine tonight, you can snort. But I thought the Barbaras' efforts were imperial. Good to know that."

Then Baron Oldham talked about his plans for tomorrow and beyond.

"I'm really sorry about tomorrow, but I'd like to talk to you about what we need to know about the imperial capital and the future of the northern governor's office. Dear Masaias, Sir Rodrick, Sir Zacharias and Lord Sharon, I would like you to come to your office..."

I'm uncomfortable with calling even my brother or Sharon, but I don't know what I'm going to be talking about, so my father immediately admits, "Of course there's no problem,"

"Not just Zacharias, but me and Rodrick, does that mean we have a military relationship to talk about?"

Uncle Borderline answers the question.

"Mm-hmm. Because I didn't expect this to be a long trip. I'm in an unsavory situation. I would like to ask Sir and Rodrick for their views as commanders. Sharon has heard from Zacharias' right arm and Lord Alexis about the plot. There's no way that Lord Alexis won't listen to those who appreciate him so much."

It is taught that the Duke of Alexis Ezarrington came to know about the plot Sharon had set up and to admire her highly.

(Regardless of the motive, it is true that the measures taken by the Crown Prince and Lord Ezarrington to get the war to an early end are a good idea. It's not strange for the Duke to appreciate it if you think about it that way, but it's not a good situation to be able to spread it much......)

You felt my concern, Uncle Borderline grinned,

"Don't worry. Lord Alexis would not have said anything other than me. Now that you know everyone's coming here, you've told me to save my predicament."

The Raswell Border House belongs to neutrality led by the Chancellor, Duke of Phyllobisher. I suppose you expected us because we can't actively support the appearance of a northern governor vigilant by generations of emperors, but when the north becomes unstable, it is attached to Lukes and Aurelia.