A subpoena was received from what would become the 'Kudan National Lordship Society'.
It said a lot, but if you translate it in a gal style, you ride too much chosi, come stubble next week because you have a lot to say. If I run away, I won't say anything. It was content that felt like it.
Written down so inferior that you want to translate it into a galactic style. The almost rhetorical slander subsides. I could have torn it down, but I felt like I could listen to them once, so I sent them a reply of acceptance. Yeah, I can see the soul gall, but I can't help it. Where torn away, such an offensive call will continue. First of all, we'll have to settle here. Old aristocracy and the aristocracy that pulls in the times to come. It's time to put it on black and white and make it clear which one will survive.
On the same day, he decided to rent out a magic train to the Martukt residence, a stubble that was the venue. The Martukt family is an old family, but for a long time it was gasping for recession. But he was an aristocrat who made a rebirth aboard the current of the Magic Train. You can thank me for the family, but the fact that it is used for this gathering place may mean that the Martukt principals are also victims of the seclusion of the late aristocrats.
The Martukt residence is just off one of the ten stations on the transcontinental rail. It's a station three miles from Helanese territory. That's why it's so convenient for me to rush on the Magic Train.
I got off the magic train and went to Stubbs, the venue for judgment, wondering how long it would have taken me in the past.
I don't know how long it's been called "Kudan National Lordship Association," but I must have laid back in the seat behind the priceless rally created by seclusion and cynicism. All the nobles but me already sat at the long table reserved for the large room. Some were all revealing tension and blatantly sweating cold.
There's supposed to be some MC facilitators, but no one's going to start talking about me saying I've arrived.
"Why are you keeping quiet? It's a rally to try me, isn't it? This is how the treat came. Look, you just have to mumble."
"You! How dare you do that!
That's what the man who sat at the end and end of the table, at the far back, staring at me from the front said. I see him as the representative of this rally.
"What's wrong with you? You can ignore what you've been sending me a subpoena full of provocation, and this is how you came all the way out here politely, okay? Come on, you can curse me in full thought! Come on!"
Toothpicks and distressed voices just go up, and no specific words come out of anyone. Nearly thirty cowardly aristocrats have gathered together, and they can't say anything to me. Funny.
Nobody moves anything, so I just keep drinking the coffee in front of me in silence.
For a while the opponent, the delegate finally opened his mouth again.
"I'm kidding! Because we're bringing hundreds of private soldiers!
Did you finally touch it there?
"You idiot! You can't even come all the way to enemy land, called by all the nobles who beat me! Couldn't you even assume bringing in a part of our Iron Heat Squad, a thousand times? There's more to peace bokeh too! This is why you're not even in the corner of my sight!
Yes, as a matter of fact, I've packed up five hundred people, half of the Iron Heat Squad, on a rented out Magic Guide train. These are the people who want to judge me, what they say and do when I come alone honestly. Even I'm not as friendly as you like to work like that. Once in a while, the private soldiers who trained to work out have to do their jobs.
"Five hundred private soldiers, three watering machines. I brought the food for a week. Lord Martskt, it's been awhile since I've escorted the mansion! Then what did you prepare, like five assassins? The one hidden on the roof. It's a lot of qualitative gear. Come on, don't make me say it again and again, you want to judge me? You can say whatever you want."
I laughed softly in my heart, and I saw them nagging.
I won. I'm even comfortable with them hitting me back.
"Something? You got something to say? If not, I'll go home."
Several silences filled the room, but delegates showed their will and opened their mouths. Block it just fine.
"I'm pretty short tempered. A little bit of anger explodes. I bought and ate at the street the other day. Sometimes I want something junky. The owner put more sauce on it than standard to serve me. Your anger just exploded. The sauce is not tasty unless balanced. I thought I'd call the Iron Hot Squad soon."
The delegate's mouth shut perfectly.
They also take appropriate episodes so truly that they are ridiculous on this occasion.
After all, after that, without anyone saying anything, the rally was over.
"There would have been a Dartanelle family, wouldn't there? That was loud with that one, but I had the nerve to sell the fight directly. It's just like a bug, such as a trinket that can't say anything when we get together like you guys. You should look back at yourself again. You can ride in time like Lord Martukt. It's also good to live with something new, like the Gap Chamber of Commerce. It's better to pioneer the times like the Helan family. The time has come for nobility alone."
To them who kept silent, I left with a laugh. On his return, Lord Martskt received a souvenir and returned to Helanese territory with the Iron Hot Squad.
I also sent Prince Ram back the other day in the worst possible way, and this disrespect to the nobles is something I did because I reopened it a little. Based on the expectation that his reputation would not fall any further, he took a flinch and behaved like a jerk. I've been thinking lately about letting whoever I want to say it. There's going to be another sermon from Larsser, but isn't that going to work again? Now, the recognition that almost all the leading nobles are enemies would be fine. Is that lord on your side? What about that lord? Oh, my God, you don't have to think about it. Yeah, it might be easier to reject it.
The pile that exits really makes me want to hit it. I guess they can't help but hit me too. With all due respect the other day, I was looking forward in a way to what vengeance there would be from now on, but vengeance never came. It was in the early morning of the day, less than a week after the day of being called to the Kudan National Council of Lords, that I learned of the incident that caused it. It was written in the Shouji newspaper, which launched a newspaper in Helanese territory and now has subscribers throughout the Kudan country.
"Many lowly aristocrats with power and gold gather together to try to fall one young man, but they turn back too quickly"
Newspaper headlines that are so big. Continue reading ahead.
What the newspaper clearly depicted the recent state of the Kudan National Council of Lords. My name is listed, of course, as well as the names of some of the epitomes that were coming to the rally.
Furthermore, not only did it actually happen on that occasion, but it also clearly spelled out how the planning phase was going, as well as the demands that actually wanted me to drink.
"The dreams of the little ones were scattered. I made a big mistake."
That's how the article was closed.
It was followed by the name of the writer and also the key informant.
He was Lord Martukt, also the provider of Martukt's mansion, which was recently used as a meeting place.
He was in enemy position that day, but I guess he had a lot to think about. Thus I returned my applause and offered the newspaper what had happened that day, with the result that I would have taken my side.
I don't remember being resented because the Martukt family is a family restored by the Magic Train, and when I heard about the meeting place the other day, I was greatly surprised, but I didn't expect this kind of result...
Did Lord Martskt intend to take these actions from the beginning? If so, isn't it a hell of an actor? Let me disappoint you once and for all to achieve the best results later. Excellent mentally. Aren't you a genius? It's all just speculation, but I may need to reassess Lord Martukt once and for all now.
After the shock newspaper articles jumped in, in the form of quotes from Shouji, and then simultaneously other newspapers wrote articles around this Kudan National Lordship Association. The information was that the Kudan State passed away to other countries at once.
"A group of fat cats make a mistake and touch the anger of the red lion"
"An annoying bunch of people walking on the rails finally got hit"
"Is it the sword or the old aristocrats who should work out"
There were a lot of titles in these articles that felt like impressing the Helanese territories, and all of this was articles that praised me and criticized the Lords. Some of the articles said they were sent money by the House of Lords to write articles defending themselves. The press in the Kudan country gained the impression that they were young, healthy and full of momentum.
One of Lord Martukt's tall comics was gradually starting to move the country as well.
At first, there was great support from the civilian class. I talked to a pedestrian, and they don't have days where my name doesn't come up in any territory. They say he's a nobleman who brings a new era. Thank you, let's honestly accept the praise. I can light it up.
But I was wondering if the nobles hated me to death, and when the newspaper article calmed down, Lord Martskt brought many nobles to our mansion in Helanese territory.
A large aristocrat with a large number of known names. They bring some of the family heirlooms of each house to the massive carriage. At the end of the day, the Shoji newspaper is also waiting.
When they had finished greeting lightly, they did not go up to the mansion, they lined up strictly beside each other on the side of the mansion, and Lord Martskt stepped forward and posed.
With his hands at the heart of his chest, he took an oath.
"Gathered here, the nobles pledge eternal loyalty to the country of Kudan, and at the same time pledge eternal friendship with Lord Kurli Helan"
After he stated, the nobles who refrain behind him posed the same and repeated their oath.
Hmm, I didn't know this was going to happen......
Newspapers' magic video recorders continue to capture this one.
I reached out to Lord Martskt, conscious of you. Lord Martskt, who openly brightened his face and responded to my handshake. The two of them were asked to shoot footage of Nikoli and his handshake, while they were more aware of Shoji.
Then they handed me a piece of the family heirloom that they would pass on to the house in turn and told me. They have stories one at a time, and because of that, I asked. Some of them were swords struck by Kurli Helan. It felt weird, but I got it. Ellie carefully stored it one by one. Finally, Lord Martskt gives me the family heirloom that he conveys to the house and tells me the anecdote. I also received it and let Ellie do it. Safe I thought this would be the end of the ritual of friendship, and the gift from Lord Martskt wasn't the only family heirloom. What a beautiful woman in a gorgeous snow-colored dress came down from the carriage. Ask me, she is apparently Lord Martskt's daughter and hot enough to get a proposal many times a year. That his father managed to keep saying no to everything and finally found someone who could send his daughter out. That was me. As the last gift of this ritual of friendship, she came out full.
It was Ellie who had politely put in what she had given, but she silenced for a moment on Lord Martskt's daughter, who appeared full. But it can't even end in silence. And Ellie kicked me back safely to finish this ritual of friendship.
The article immediately crossed over to the rest of the world. In addition to being liked by the civilian class, he was also able to safely join the ranks of the great nobles. No, as much as it is not an exaggeration to say that it has jumped to the top of the aristocracy, there have been more aristocracy lately showing Kyoujun.
It may also be close to a day when we can name the most powerful nobles together in fame.
It was about a day when I was watching the full moon and laughing high.
A quick delivery arrived and there was a call from the king written.
... Kurli Helan's heaven may be short, I thought.