Easy Lords Fun Territorial Defense - Unnamed Village in Productive Sorcery to the Strongest Castle City

This world has three continents and countless islands, and it is with the western continent that there is this country. Among the straits there is also a port that passes ships to a particularly narrow area, from which it connects the continent to the continent. By the way, it seems that the central and eastern continents have islands between them.

It should be noted that, as far as I can tell, we have a civilization as developed as the Middle Ages or recent times, but there seems to be a monster animal in this world called the Warcraft, and the arrival of the Great Navigational Age is unlikely because the deep sea will be attacked by giant warcraft.

When asked about race, he was taught that there were different races. There is no such thing as an elf, a dwarf, an animal man. Mostly they build settlements and cultures for each race, and they don't really meet people from other races.

By the way, the spread of gunpowder is significantly worse because of the convenience of magic. Weapons are basically swords and spears, bows and arrows, and magic. While bows and arrows can also be crossbows, magic becomes the most important thing because everyone can use magic.

Some of them are in the process of developing guns where bullets don't even fly properly, but little progress has been made because those who invest don't show up.

They say the move is like a walking or a horse, and then a two-legged commode dragon. Of course there is no steam engine. But different countries seem to have a way of traveling with magic equipment.

What's a magic trick?

That's what I heard, and Till showed off some vague knowledge.

Demonic crystals, some gems, stones and minerals have the power to accumulate magic, and when you put magic into them, you can make magic equipment according to their respective magical aptitudes, apparently.

By the way, the country I am in now is the Kingdom of Scuderia, a great power in the southern part of the continent of Grant. The king's name is Dino en Zuola Berlinate. The Berlinate royal family, which lasts three hundred years, is gradually expanding its national territory, and the modern king is also leading the counts of Jalpa and other forceful nobles to invade one small country and gain new national territory. At that time, it seems that my father was duped by the Marquis.

I mean, we're nobles specialized in force among militarist powers. As long as the country is cheap, status will be established, but neither the child nor his men will be dealt with without the ability to fight.

It's the Marquis, though. He's superior among the nobles, and he has a high voice within the kingdom because he's a Takemen house.

Then my future must also be bright.

Then I asked Till a lot of questions and learned about magic from myself. The rumor gradually spread within the Marquis family.

The maids rumor that Van is a prodigy, and that finally gets into the ear of the deacon, Esperda.

And Esperda appeared before me as a lecturer.

"Master Van is two years old. I know they're studying letters and simple numbers now, but how far did you remember them?

Espada looked down at me and said so. The eyes are sharply narrowed and the mouth is tied to a single letter. My hair was white and all-back stiffened. He is dressed in black butler clothes with a piscilli, and tall with a slurry. The age is around fifty.

Espada seems to be a competent butler who has supported his father for years. I've never talked about it before, but it seems like I can do a lot of work for the purpose I've seen. But I'm afraid.

"What's wrong? I'd like you to tell me what you've learned so far?

That's not the way you talk to a two-year-old, Espada.

I open my mouth, thinking slowly, in a frightening inner battle.

"I can talk, and I think it's okay to ask. But the letters don't really..."

"... So how about the numbers?

"Oh, su, a little... add, pull, or something?

Answering that, Espada often stopped moving.

Quiet time flies like you want to escape, Esparda puts her hands forward and puts her fingers up.

"Two here. This is three bottles. Together, how many?"

"Oh, five."

"... then seven with both hands. You think you're gonna lose two?

"Oh, five of those, too"

Answering, Esparda stopped moving again, keeping the seven made with her fingers.

That was the end of the day, but apparently Espada said something to my father and was to lecture me twice a week.

But that was hell.

Obviously it's not what I do at the age of two, and it's a lot. And most importantly, it does so pale with a facial expression that doesn't make it as slight as a machine.

Oh, is this guy an android or something? Oh, if there's a warcraft, maybe a golem or an undead.

I continued my classes with that in mind, but thanks to it, I was able to read and write letters, and even learn about the ways and rules of war in this world, and about the governance of aristocracy's institutions and territories.

No, what are you doing to a two-year-old?

That's how I dawn into studying for two years, and when I turn four, I get to have a small bar cut to make me do something like a swordsmanship imitation.

Well, this was fun. I like martial arts because I did judo in school classes and went to karate dojo in middle school.

I took a stick and slapped a stick that pierced the ground with a heyhey, or a pretty maid slapped a stick that cracked me up.

"Here. This way, Master Van!

"Wow, it's fast! Reflex nerves are good!

"The boulder is Master Van!

The maid flickers the stick as she moves around with Cai Cai, and I get praised for tapping the stick.

Playing in the sitting area? Are you playing in the sitting area with a maiko, this?

I'll give you 50,000 or so.

Regripping the stick with pleasure and turning around, Till was in the war. Till deliberately sticks his stick out where I can easily tap it when he holds it with his anticipating eyes.

"Yes!"

When I waved the stick with the temper, Till quickly avoided it to the side and the stick swung empty.

"Hmm! It's my win, Master Van!

Kid, you.

I wield my stick in anger, but I'm a four-year-old. It doesn't go one step further than an active girl who just turned fourteen.

Two senior maids caught Till running away laughing as he was mucking and waving the stick.

"... Till?

"You don't seem to spare your life making fun of Master Van, do you?

The two maids had serious eyes. I'm scared because my face is laughing. Till is frightened as a lie by his good mood until earlier.

"Come on, Master Van. We'll hold it down. Punish this fool."

Till is totally in tears.

I can't believe it's punishment...... I gripped the stick so hard of my sympathy for Till and laughed.

"Okay, that's punishment. Leave it to me."

When I said that and tapped Till's ass lightly, Till screamed cutely, "Hia." I made him nice, but he was pretty scared.

Till was half crying and apologizing, so he's half guiltless.

Damn, that's swordsmanship. We'll do it every day.

Thus, I learned swordsmanship with pleasure.

Well, it was only six months to cackle a maid on a boulder, but then I tried my best against him for a soldier apprenticeship called Boy Soldier.

Well, it's like a chamberlain fighting with a light shield and a soft stick. It's a gentle rule that you should win by putting a stick on your opponent first.

But that's surprisingly deep and funny.

Judo is important to shatter his opponent, but it is also important to secure a favourable position before him. Karate is in time. Predict the target's reach and make a mistake so that this attack can deal an effective hit over the target's attack.

In my opinion, I was willing to use those two for swordsmanship as well.

Even though the boy is his opponent, the opponent is around ten. Tall and long limbs. If you swing with a stick, it feels farther away.

But what's wrong with that?

The opponent is a child, so the attack becomes monotonous. Each has his or her own good moves, habits, and many times he or she can grasp them.

By the time I was five years old, I was able to fight boys and soldiers equally.