Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

The feast, greatly enlivened by the songs and dancing of the Francis and the wine full of barrels and the sugar and wheat sweets made by the Mayans, ended...... the night dawned, the next day.

There is a white liquid appearance in the square toward breakfast that is unfamiliar with the crowded dining table.

It was poured into a wooden vessel. What the hell is this? and leaning his neck, Arner, who had a breakfast support,

"That's horse milk liquor"

And I'll call you.

Apparently, Arner, who had something to think about the wine he drank at yesterday's feast, took him to the ghost village early in the morning and asked him to share it.

"... take a sip of the horn on the rabbit."

Yes, Arner prompted me to come to the table, and I held a wooden vessel and took a sip of horse milk while Arner stared at me...,

"Is this really booze...?

And I squeal unexpectedly.

That's how I first mouthed horse milk liquor, I see, this is something that makes me think that if I had about a sip or two, I would have no problem giving my baby a drink... I mean, well, alcohol was a very weak liquor.

I just feel a little alcohol when I drink it... I am so weak that I wonder if it would be okay to call this alcohol.

A lot of it... maybe you can get drunk if you drink a mountain, but you'll need a lot to get deeply drunk with this horse milk wine.

Klaus and Maya, who were interested in how I was doing, tried it with themselves... and the feeling that came out of that mouth was exactly the same as mine.

Eima, who was intoxicated by Gundeng with just a drop of grape wine at yesterday's feast, also drank out a glass of horse milk liquor put in a spoonful of wood, prepared as a dish for Eima... and still seems to be all it takes to get drunk.

... I see this horse milk liquor is' booze 'for Arner, and so he said booze is good for his health?

And for me, wine that is many times more alcoholic than this is why 'liquor'......

Uhm, that's why opinions collide.

According to Arner, drinking horse milk alcohol only adds strength, makes bones stronger, and also improves bowel movements… and helps to combat the disease.

Uhm, great horse milk wine.

Originally I was thinking of trying to discuss a lot of things...... again I was going to deplore the need to discuss this matter of horse milk liquor.

Arner also seemed to have a lot to think about in Arner... he took the opportunity to speak to me more aggressively than before.

That's how me and Arner started discussing our habits and our past in our spare time… so our air seemed to pass on to nature and the villagers, and our chances of having a conversation with the villagers increased naturally.

And that was about noon on the day five days had passed since the feast day.

As I'm finishing lunch and cleaning up the dishes, one of my grandmothers, Grandmother Celia, who didn't talk to me very often, calls out to me like she said she was afraid.

"Mr. Diaz, it's me. I don't think you should."

"Yeah......?

Grandma Celia, what the hell is that about?

"Well, you see, you asked all of us for our opinions on the Dog Clan and Emma thing, right?

I don't think so. "

hand in front of her chest, and with it, Grandma Celia.

On the fine side, Grandma Celia, with long gray hair, is a person with a low mouth count of serious personality...... it is very rare that she talks to me aggressively like this.

Apparently, Grandma Celia is also inspired by the recent village air.

"... yes, is it?

As far as I'm concerned, I thought it would be better to hear everyone's opinions and then decide... "

"I'm glad Mr. Diaz is asking your opinion about that... but I don't think that's a good idea, me.

It's good because the number of villagers is low right now... but do you do the same thing when the number of villagers is 100 to 1000? I can't do that.

It's also a problem that everyone in the village agrees without thinking deeply about what Diaz wants to do.

Then it's the same thing you didn't say.

Besides, Mr. Diaz... if your opinion is broken, what do you decide to do?

If we don't make up our minds about that... it's going to cause a fight. "

... All of Grandma Celia's words, which flow out like a weir cut, were utterly correct.

I have no words to give back.

"That's why I think.

When you think you need Mr. Diaz, you should decide on a "representative" to ask your opinion.

For example, it feels like we're human representatives and Mr. Maya.

Even with this growing number of villagers, we can discuss it with a few representatives, so I think we can work it out.

If you're in a responsible position as everyone's representative, I'm sure you'll think about it and make a solid point.

So, listen to the delegates… At the end of the day, Diaz will make a good decision.

... before you get into strange trouble... I think you need to make sure you set rules like that, me "

To Grandma Celia, who says so and stares at me, I snort firmly before returning my words.

"... yeah, you're absolutely right.

Okay, I'll think in that direction.

We're going to have to make solid rules because we're going to be asking a lot of questions. "

And Grandma Celia, hearing my words like that, gave me a sneered smile back, even though it was an aside.

So that night...... soon I gathered the village adults at the rally point to discuss Grandma Celia's proposal and who to make the delegates.

Everyone who heard Grandma Celia's suggestion told me that she was indeed right... then we all came up with an opinion on what exactly to do.

Basically, I didn't have a problem with Grandma Celia's idea... so I can make the rules feel like I'm going to fold the details.

Keep discussing it with everyone until the evening is quite deep… The rules about the meeting with the delegates thus completed will be like this.

First basically, the lord holds all the decisions.

On top of that, if I wish to hear the views of the inhabitants, I will gather representatives for a meeting.

Delegates come to the meeting with a sense of responsibility to discuss and gather their opinions in advance with those they represent.

In an emergency, the aggregation of opinions is omitted and representatives give their opinions to the Lords in their own thoughts.

And the lord, with reference to those opinions… the final judgment is made by the lord himself, and the lord is responsible for that judgment.

And, well, here's the rule.

In the kingdom, the king and the nobles decide on their own whether it is the policy of the country… It is unlikely that we, the civilians, will be heard first.

I think that's a pretty good way to do it compared to that way.

Let's write down this rule later on paper and stick it inside the assembly hall so everyone can see it at any time.

We talked more about the delegates than we thought, and the next three were going to be the delegates.

The first is Arner.

I must take precedence in my position as lord, so you will be asked to give my opinion as a depository of my house and my family.

The second is Klaus.

You will be asked to express your opinion as the person responsible for military defence, not as a representative of the human race, but as the leader of the territorial army.

The third is Grandma Maya.

A representative of the human race. He wasn't very enthusiastic about the ride... but the other grandmothers pushed him into the decision.

And by the way, Emma has a lot to learn, so why don't you be the representative of the Beast Clan? And I called out,

"I'm still an immature newcomer, so I'm quitting!

That was it.

In the future, if it is necessary to increase the number of delegates, it will be decided in accordance with the rules of the earlier meeting.

It will be time for the dogs to come, so when they do, they will have to decide on the representative of the dogs.

That's how we discussed it late at night, dragging our fatigue back to each yurt and sinking into the bunk.

I let Arner hang out late, because you can be late for breakfast tomorrow, and I shouted... with my eyes closed -

"- Diaz, get up.

Visitors. "

... Arner woke me up the next moment I thought I could sleep.

No, it seemed quite asleep when I saw the thin, bright sky.

"... who? So soon..."

Rubbing his eyes, turning around with Mozori...... he returns his voice low so as not to wake Senai and Aihan, who sleep beside him.

"... example canine tribe... maybe.

There's only one clear number, and... maybe a lot smaller.

... I was asleep so I was late to notice, you've come right near the village "

"... yeah?

... don't you know exactly how small it is and how many it is?

"... Didn't I tell you?

My life-sensitive magic is adjusted not to react without life of a certain magnitude.

Otherwise, they'll react to the bugs.

… so thanks, it's like people of remarkable size who are coming this way right now, whether they react or not.

Not responding... I'm not sure. "

Right -... and return the raw reply and make the sleeping head work.

One person and... many smaller ones.

One person is probably Camarotts.

And I have a small breed of dogs... and the small breeds are hard to react to life-sensitive magic.

... Ok, and get in the mood... even if I get in the mood, I still get my heavy body up tight.

"Probably because Camarotts and the Dog Clan...... I'll see how it goes.

Arner doesn't mind if you stay asleep... "

And yes, say something to Arner... and leave the flurry yurt.

But Arner didn't seem to sleep when he told me to, and he would come after me like he'd easily gotten familiar after a few moments.

Me and Arner walk together in the dim, reaching the eastern edge of the village... staring across the meadow.

In the quiet cold air...... sky with no sun appearance yet.

It's so bright that it's not at night... but it's not even morning yet.

Even if I try to look far away, I can't get my gaze far because it's dark and sleeping... I rub my eyes over and over again wondering if I can just manage to get my sleeping sight straight.

Before something goes into my sight when I do that...... I hear some nagging noises from across the meadow.

Clarifying my ears as to what the hell it sounded like... it was a dog howl.

From afar...... the howl of a dog heard from afar beyond sight.

After the howl, I hear a lot of intense footsteps coming... followed by... Is this a woman crying?

I get nervous about what the hell is going on, I point my nerves and shake off my drowsiness, and that's how I get up... I see the lords of those sounds.

Lots of dogs...... not dogs, is it?

I see a bunch of white and black hair, a bunch of black hair, and a bunch of brown hair.

Those groups, who run through the meadows with four legs, in their outfits of just weaving a cloak of clutter, are coming this way as they say they are unconscious while roping some luggage cars to their own bodies.

And of the white-haired chasing such a bunch...... there is the figure of a large, two-legged dog-man race that covers itself with a cloak and white blank clothes, the dog-man race that seems to be its large breed, with a high resounding voice

"Wait, wait, wait!!

And he's screaming as he waves his hand that he's done.

What the hell is the situation with me and Arner when they saw that doggie tribe running desperately, shaking the cloth that seemed to have covered that doggy-like face and swaying the dripping ears patterned? And, together, I tilt my neck.

The white-haired dogs are slower legs than a bunch of smaller species, or they're getting more and more distanced... and they still keep running desperately to catch up.

Desperately trying to catch up, desperately keep running...... that's how the white-haired dogs get their legs together fall and fall into the grass with the dotan.

Some of the small breeds have noticed that the white haired dogs have fallen... some who have not connected themselves to the luggage car stop running and start to flock to the white haired dogs worryingly... but that is only a fraction and most of the small breeds continue to run without losing their momentum.

I don't know what it is, but Arner and I rushed out to the meadows to help the fallen dogs to stop the runaway dogs on the rabbit and in the corner.