Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

Look at the blue sky spreading over the meadow, stick out the spear, shake it up, shake it down, stick out the spear, shake it up, shake it down.

Continue swinging the spear by repeating those movements while breathing as the spear moves, repeatedly abusing your body without resting.

For the last 10 days, I've been working under Death, and I've been repeating these exercises every day without missing anything.

To train swords and bows, not just spears, to run in to gain strength, when Diaz was free, he asked Diaz to help him, and in that way he approached the strength of Diaz at all, desperately trying to do everything he could now to get the strength he deserved to fight with Diaz.

The King's Capital is now rough in a successor fight over the next throne. Because the nobles divided into the First Prince, the Second Prince, the First Princess, the Second Princess and the Third Princess are paying tribute to the nobility's peculiarly ugly plot.

The unrelenting strife has neglected the comfort of the people after the war and the payment of remuneration to the returning soldiers and mercenaries... As a result, when the people and soldiers are rough and violent, it is already a terrible prospect around Wang Capital.

When it comes to the border away from Wang capital, the border is also worse than around Wang capital.

The Lords can do whatever they want, especially when it comes to the harshness of the bastards in the neighboring Casdex here... which I've seen for the first time on my journey so far... that's... really awful... and I can't stop remembering.

There was no doubt that the failure to receive the money that Master Diaz was supposed to have received, or that the Third Princess had come to see Master Diaz, was the aftermath of such a successor dispute.

Around the Golden Deceased and the rumored Second Prince must have taken Death's money, and the rumored Third Princess was trying to take Death in without shaping it, saying it was inferior to force than any other force.

I really don't think that's the end of the aftermath just because it's a successor fight, and the aftermath should continue to arrive in various ways.

And it's up to Mr. Diaz to deal with the aftermath...

There will be no doubt in responding with a rude barbarian attitude where the Third Princess says she was at that time when she drank and drove the Third Princess back.

In that case, I'm sure the big wave will hit this meadow, which is not the aftermath... which is why I will train hard for that time.

Dear Diaz had not changed since the time of the war, when we met.

Stay kind and straight, as you please.

Be great or born and lord, its character remains the same, as it was then.

When I found out about it, I wondered if it would be a good idea to die for Diaz.

I thought I could die dozens and dozens of times better than die for the fools of the King's capital or for fools like Casdex.

I thought the war would end and peaceful days would begin, but the country would remain rough, rather behave as if the nobles wanted further war...

So here I am, here I would die dressed up, for Christ's sake, here I am.

Dear Diaz gave me that... he prepared a bunch of gear made of dragon material for me.

The spear I'm holding now is a dragon spear made from dragon fangs, and I use a hand on the chest I'm wearing, a tibia on the hips, and a dragon's armor on all of them.

Even the nobility of the Wang capital...... no, even the royalty doesn't know if it can be in its hands. So much dragon material equipment......

Dear Diaz is expecting so much from me, he's expecting something from me who was just thinking stupid about dying dressed up.

Then I will have to live up to Master Diaz's expectations.

I don't have time to be dead, live and live. And I have to be Dear Diaz's next strongest man to support this man.

Above all, Dear Diaz is seriously trying to be a lord, trying to be a fine lord, haunting his mind every day about how he can develop this place and how he can get the people together.

That's obvious as an extreme lord, but the lord who can do it now doesn't exist in the country except for Master Diaz, which is why I 'm-- what is it?

I didn't expect Dear Diaz and Arner, or even Francis, to come out of Yurt at this hour...

Dear Diaz's expression is hard, and this is not just the same.

"Dear Diaz, what is it?

It's almost dusk, are you out this late?

"Oh, looks like Arner caught another sign.

They say there are 12 of them from the east.

One of those signs seems to be weak enough to be dying right now, so I'm gonna hurry up and see how it goes before it's too late. "

Alner, the wife who spends every night with Diaz, whose fiancée is only famous, has mastered the magic of an extraordinary effect that has never been heard of in the King's capital.

One of them is life-sensitive magic, a lot of things. They need a setup or something, and they lose accuracy because of the number of opponents and the distance from them, but it's convenient to do that... it's really a hell of a magic.

I'm surprised you both said you sensed my two visits.

"Shall I go, too?

Enemy... there's a possibility of a bandit... "

"No, Klaus will be here waiting for me, and I want to ask for that receipt because today is the day my luggage arrives from the haunted village.

If something's wrong with them, I'm going to send Arner and the others home right away, so I need you to protect Arner and the others here. "

"... OK, I'll take care of it"

That's what I say, then I salute him with my fist in front of my chest as I stick my spear to the ground.

Dear Diaz nods to my salute and walks toward the signs of the east with his battle axe in one hand.

Alner's horns glowed along the way, allowing Arner and Francis to melt and disappear... uhm, that's amazing magic too.

Now, I don't know who they are, but they should be ready for battle.

Shall I re-fasten my armor belt, lower my sword to my hips, carry a bow and arrow, and run in with my spear firmly in one hand to the point where I don't use too much strength while waiting for Death and the others to return?

If you keep your body warm that way, you'll be able to move quickly.

Hmm? That? Is it Master Diaz who looks across the meadow?

You got back sooner than I thought... I haven't even gotten my ghost pack yet.

What the hell happened over there...?

As far as Dear Diaz, who is approaching us step by step... looks like they weren't enemies or bandits.

Anyway, Diaz is carrying one of them... and that won't be the enemy.

Oh, is he so weak that he's dying... that he hurried home to help?

I see... you're certainly not dead now, that person... I mean those people...

It was the twelve old women that Diaz and the others brought in that way.

Old women wearing borough cloths and shaking thin, dirty gray hair while wearing cheek coverings.

If you ask, the old ladies are abandoned.

The second son of the neighboring Duke of Casdex apparently caused civil unrest the other day.

The vicious Duke of Casdex and his first-born son, the second son, named soldiers, and many of the inhabitants and the leaders of Casdex territory became his second son's allies?

The opposing duke and eldest son began to muster mercenaries from all over the country who were losing their jobs after the war was over with the help of Conne and Gold, and as a result, the battle continued on a considerable scale in the neighborhood.

He made the decision that a village in Kasdex territory that was in distress because of a civil unrest that didn't end inside, and threw the old women out of the village... out of Kasdex territory.

The old ladies' compiler, Grandma Maya, explored whether there was a way for us to live by fortune that it was a stunt, walked and walked according to the result of fortune, and kept walking with an old body without food or water... that's how she met Diaz and the others.

Continue walking without giving up in search of a way to live, and the old ladies, who were to arrive here, begin to sip the medicine water brewed by Master Arner, sitting back in the thoughtful place.

Weaker than I could walk, the old woman who was carried by Master Diaz laying neatly on the ground, and still somehow taking a sip of that potion water is beginning to restore a slight but bad complexion... if that looks like it doesn't seem like there's anything going on right now.

"We did it, Klaus!

Twelve more inhabitants at once!

"Dear Diaz... I knew you'd welcome those old ladies into your territory, and treat them as residents.

It's our freedom to treat the old ladies more than they are abandoned... but I don't know if they're productive. "

"Did you hear that? They're all over 70 years old and 90 years old for Grandma Maya.

You live long, you talk like a miracle.

I hope you can hear the secret to longevity. "

"60 But they say they live longer, and they're all over 70...

That means it's not weird when you die, or tomorrow, Dear Diaz.

That's why I told the deserters... oh, I haven't heard that anymore "

Dear Diaz enters the warehouse, laughing happily and truly joyfully, and begins to pull out of there holding Yurt's ingredients as full as he can with both arms.

"Hey, wait a minute, I'll help too!!

I'll help you right away, so don't force yourself to pull it out that way, your precious yurt will break!

That's when I scream, and then I throw out the dragon gear I had in my hand, and I run under Master Diaz.

It's good to be gentle and people-loving, and it's great, but it's also hard to be overly popular!

Are you listening, lord!

Everything is in order, please be on your way!!