Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

--- and Joe, a former carpenter in his own room in a town.

A man packed his bag in front of a bed in a wooden but well-cleaned room.

40 years old with a long, rusty face, carefully knitted into plain hemp clothes, leather trousers, leather boots, leather cloak, and unobtrusive, dull brown hair that stretches for a long time and attracts a little attention.

Those brown eyes were sparkling with swelling expectations... and they had a pleasant expression like a boy listening to a bard's adventure.

"Brother, do you really have to go?"Isn't it okay to live here all the time?

My husband and children want me to do the same... "

"Hmm, I decided from the beginning that filial piety should be a year..."

I'm grateful to you guys for being so good, but... I can't stand it anymore. I can't help but want to go. "

Joe, a former carpenter, smiles and returns the words as she calls out to the woman who deposits her back at the wooden door at the entrance of the room.

"At the very least, you can take the money with you just a little more."

Most of the money in my house was brought back by my brother..... "

"No, I'll leave it."

I just need to make some money again... and if you know that you won't have any trouble with money, then I'll leave without sorrow. "

"I mean... is it something that makes you want to see me so much?"Who is Mr. Diaz? "

"Sigh, it's only thanks to Diaz that I can do this right now, that I can bring back a lot of money, and that everyone in the town is a war hero... everything is thanks to Diaz."

... and that's fun, running straight after Mr. Diaz...

I was so excited about what happened in the world. "

"Haaah, I... think I've finally returned as a volunteer."

When I first saw your brother, I didn't know who he was, to be honest.I didn't see you that much, did I? "

"Hahaha, I'm sorry."

When Joe finished packing, Joe's sister let out a deep sigh and gave up everything.

This brother in front of me brought back a lot of gold even if he rebuilt his house. Thanks to his fame, he was honored by everyone in the city, and his husband was elected mayor.

My sister, who is deeply grateful for this, wanted to repay me one day... but it seems that the opportunity will never come again.

"... sometimes you write me a letter."

So when his sister raised her voice, Joe replied, "Oh," and carried his bag... and went out of the room, home, and town, showing off his legs, which seemed to him to be 40 years old.

- A painting of a lonely rock, ex-mason Lorca.

Kneeling in front of his parents' tombstone, he quietly prays to a man in an inn whose clothes are plain linen, leather trousers, leather boots, and leather cloak.

41 years old who has cut short unobtrusive dull brown hair and wrapped it around a cloth to cover it... so that she doesn't realize that it has recently started to thin out.

If you have prayed enough for a tombstone that took so much effort, gold, and time that it was not as fine as the tomb of a masonry couple that was nothing, then you will open your brown eyes and stand up...... and then look around you after carrying the bag that you are carrying on your back.

The site of a town that flourished in a mountain stone cutting area...

I found a better place, and in no time I was lonely and deserted... Lorca, who had been building graves for her parents who had died before the war began in such a place, was known as a freak who hadn't known anyone in the nearest town, and it took a long time to get there.

"No, it took me a year to play."

... well, if you say you've been a filial parent for a year, you'll forgive Diaz for being with you. "

Is that what you're saying to your parents sleeping in the tomb, or are you talking to yourself... then Lorca walks out slowly.

"I've been playing around and dropping money for the past year, but you've been treating me like a freak till the end... don't you have to show your face in that town?"

Having said that, Lorca retrieved the map from her pocket... and proceeded to the west, confirming the location of the sun.

― ― ― ― Ryan, a former blacksmith at his home in a town along a street

At the same time as Joe and Lorca left, Ryan was getting ready to travel again.

She tightened her unobtrusive dull brown hair tightly with oil, and gently looked inside the bag placed on the table with her long, sharp brown eyes...... 39 years old with plain hemp clothes, leather trousers, leather boots, and leather cloak.

Completely cleaned up, in the living room of the house, which was so empty that nothing was left, Ryan had been looking inside his bag like that for a long time.

"Come on, you're ready now, right?"If we don't get out of here soon, we won't know when we'll be there. "

A few months ago, Ryan, who had black mixed red hair arranged shoulder-length, was told that by his wife, who looked similar to Ryan, and finally turned his face up and returned his words.

"No, I mean... I don't know what to prepare for the woman's journey..."

In the first place, it doesn't mean that you can live an easy life over there...... even if you stay here..... "

"Huh? What are you talking about?"I've also disposed of all the furniture... so if you say that in the first place, don't get married, don't let me get my hands on it. "

"No, I mean, if they said that I waited all the time during the war, I'd be late because of that..."

When Ryan became a volunteer, his wife, Capella, was still a girl, and she couldn't help but think that she was in love with herself... If she came back home, she would wait for Ryan as a woman.

Ryan was grateful and moved to wait until he was 30 years old, and was in love with him... but there was still a conflict between his journey to the end of the west and his life there, and whether it was okay to let such a capella go along with him... because of that, he kept spitting out his bad words.

"You want to go to Mr. Diaz, don't you?"You've been bothering me all year, haven't you?

Then it won't be a problem anymore, you don't have to worry about it anymore.

Diaz told me to go back to my hometown, so I kept regretting it... even at my wedding.

When I married you, I was ready to be like this. I got married with that in mind, so come on, let's go.

If there's something missing, you can just buy it on the way. "

With that said, Ryan finally looked as if his possessions had fallen off...... He closed his bag's mouth, carried it firmly on his back, and then walked out.

Outside the house is a splendid carriage prepared for this time, and there is a splendid figure of a horse with a body that drives the carriage... Capella on the loading platform, and Ryan on his way to the stand.

In that case, the capella sat down on the large cushion provided in the carriage, and Ryan grabbed the reins firmly... so that the carriage proceeded to the street leading to the west.

― ― ― Duke Tharshus at a luxury inn in Melangar, a city in the western part of Mahathir

No, I'm surprised you're here.

A stone room decorated with carpets and other details of one of the most exclusive inns in Melangangal, a western city of Mahathi.

Sitting on a soft fur sofa, leaning on a glass of wine with a value worthy of a luxurious inn...... the Duke of San Serife, Frederick Sarshus, shakes the throat of a liquor burned man sitting on a wooden chair in front of a cheap room that does not resemble this room and shaking a little gray hair on the back of his head together with a string.

Ah, you said you could do whatever you want.

To the nobility, the words were too rough for the top duke, and the subordinates of Sarsus who were holding back behind the sofa reacted, but the person himself raised his hand to control the subordinates without worrying about the appearance, and then returned the words.

"That's true, but I can't believe you've come this far with that leg..."

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I really

Then, the man in front of Sarsus stood up waving the black leather cloak he was wearing, revealing his prosthetic legs from the gap of the cloak...... then sighed and sat back down on the chair.

"Ah, this is the Kingdom anymore... well, I'm not going to bother you."

That city seems to be governing itself... just say hello to me, that bastard, to Diaz. "

"Hmm... well, you were just getting along with him on the battlefield, so I'm not worried about that..."

He's a duke now, so let's make sure he has a weird eight. "

"... damn it!" "This is what a kingdom man is all about...!"

Diaz's asshole was pretty much the same, but that Bonkraut is better!

...... in the first place, I've never hit him eight times before. I'm just making a legitimate protest against the foolish imitations he made. "

The man who gave it back to Sashus stood up again, rocking the cloak... I guess I deliberately kicked the chair with my prosthetic leg, and then tried to leave the room behind.

The 50-year-old was tall and strenuous... with his golden eyes, staring at the knight standing in front of the door that was the entrance to the room.

While the knight was slightly frightened, the man walked out of the room with a rattling sound...

Looking at the figure behind such a man, Sarshus... what sort of a commotion would happen there after this, he inflated his imagination, bounced his chest, and hated his position a little.