And it came to pass, when they had consulted with all concerning the wilderness, that a plan came out of Senai and Aihan.

It's a plant that is resistant to dryness... Let's plant a little of the unnamed weeds in the wilderness with the help of the magic of the Senai.

No matter how small and fragile the grass is, once it grows, the soil becomes softer and the insects come, and as they grow more and more, the plants become more likely to grow... wells and grasses for horses are not a good result even in a hurry, so we should put it off and improve the wilderness environment first...

Let the earth be enchanted, and plant seeds, and sprinkle crushed foliage and fertilizer, and a little water, and let nature do the rest.

The method seems to be a long one with no immediate results, but considering the current situation, which cannot be said to be manpower surplus, it would be a not so bad option...... As a result of the discussion, we decided to adopt the plan.

Even with the help of Senai and Aihan, it would be difficult to grow grass in and around the salt deposits, so they would be planted southward to avoid the salt deposits.

I don't know what lies ahead of the wilderness... but one day I went to the wilderness, believing that I would be able to reach it... The result is what Senai and Aihan say, maybe a few months, but a few years later.

It was a wilderness reclamation to solve the food problem, but if it takes so long, it won't solve the problem at all, does it make sense? What a thought... it doesn't take much effort or money, and it seems that once you do it, it will be effective over time... I think I'll keep working on this plan until I figure out my next move.

That's why the next day, I headed to the wilderness... and I left with Arnaud, Senai and Aihan, and Amma and Sarah.

We ride horses, and Serhiy is our guide flying through the sky in a way that leads us... Senai and the others, who follow us in a way that follows Serhiy, enjoy the refreshing summer breeze bathed on horseback, with a little more of a getaway than a job.

The horse's body temperature is quite high, and with the moisture coming from its sweat... it's rising slowly toward us on our backs, but I don't care so much because of the constantly blowing grassland wind.

I also enjoyed the wind like Senai and the others... when I suddenly looked up, the cloudless blue sky was spreading, and the sight was unexpectedly taken away from me.

"Umu, if you look at it like this, the meadow sky is high and wide."

Because there are no buildings or trees around, and there is nothing that enters the vision, it feels like the whole vision is empty. "

Looking up at the sky and muttering such a thing, Arnault, who seemed to have listened firmly, returns his words as he brings the red-haired horse...... Carveran here.

"I guess that's because I'm on a horse. My gaze is high enough that I can't see anything extra. If I climb on top of a small hill while on a horse, the sky will expand even further."

It's an indispensable part of our lives, it's adorable, and it gives us this kind of world... that's why we love horses. "

That said, Arnault smiles softly...... I leave the path to Bayers and exchange words with Arnault.

If we arrived in the wilderness, we would help Senai with their work, and if we were finished, we would go out for another walk and return to the village of Irk... and for a while we would repeat those days until the roads were made, the customs were made, and the taverns and temples were settled to some extent.

- in the two eastern neighboring territories of Mahathi.

One summer day, the two lords managed to finish their service on post-war reconstruction, which took nearly a year... Count Elour and Viscount Earlby were finally able to return to their respective territories and were very happy about it in their own way.

Count Elher gathered herself in her own mansion and held a strict evening party. Viscount Earlby gathered not only herself but also the villagers, held a feast, drank and ate, and made a great fuss that she was finally free...... working in aristocratic activities and socializing for a long time......

They have been isolated from the aristocratic society for the past year… from their rightful way of life.

The reason for this was that I, or my predecessors, refused to march... as punishment, they were forced to rebuild on the battlefield with their ministers and soldiers.

Of course, they know that refusing to send troops is a big problem, but they also understand that it is an outrageous foolishness to imitate Lord Kasdex without thinking deeply about it.

That's why they sent a letter to the Imperial Castle stating their deep reflection, some bribes to the clerks, and documents showing that they had only a small number of troops... Whether the work had borne fruit, they had the good fortune of being forgiven for that degree of punishment.

If you don't accept the good fortune, your neck will fly, your house will be burned, your territory will be taken... They honestly accepted the punishment, because Lord Kasdex, the master of the faction who was supposed to protect you from such a situation, died.

Considering the refusal of the nobles to perform their duty, the content of the punishment was too generous... Even so, the service activities that were of no benefit to them were only painful, and the fact that the Lord of the Land, Lord Sarshus, who was engaged in various kinds of harassment, made the day hell for the two of them an exaggeration.

When their territory was exposed to the fire, they lost many of their family members and relatives, and they continued to wield their swords... from Lord Sarsus' perspective, they were the worst traitors, but they should have been grateful for what they had accomplished to the extent of harassment, but instead of being grateful, they became resentful... and at the same time they uttered the same words on each occasion.

Absolutely sarcastic old man, how dare you imitate me like that!

Absolutely, Lord Sarsus could have done something like that to me!

All the food we were given was leftovers, clothes and shoes, and captures from the Imperial Empire that we didn't know how to use, and we made a lot of claims for them at the end of the sentence.

You can't drink alcohol, you can't meet a woman, you're cut off from other aristocrats to ask for help, and somehow the information that comes in to read the current is all deliberately twisted and bent by Lord Sarshus.

Even after the end of the prison term, I tried to make them suffer... so that they could not easily ride the current, and so that they could not return to the social world, and so that bullshit information could come in... Even the letters from their families and wives left in the territory have been altered.

Perhaps because they have been in such an environment for a long time, they are hungry for fresh information... and throw various questions at their family, friends, and guests at night parties and banquets.

Then, by chance, some information was delivered to both of them at the same time... and they unintentionally raised the same voice at the same time.

"That Diaz became the Duke!?" Impossible! A commoner called the Duke!! "

"You said that Diaz became the Duke!?" Impossible! I can't believe that's the Duke!! "

To be precise, Diaz did not suddenly become a duke from a commoner, but a one-generation special title of a grassland priest from a commoner, and from there he became a duke... two people who did not even know Diaz and who had no reason to know the information continued to gather information by mistake.

Then came information that no one could stop the king, his successors on the throne, and most of the eight dukes were in favor of Diaz's lordship.

Diane and Meiser, who hated Diaz, lost their feet. Of the eight dukes, Duke Kasdex and Duke Mahathi and Duke Sarsus were proponents, far from agreeing with them.... The other dukes were generally in favor of them, even though those who were less than the duke were jealous and raised their voices to oppose them, it seemed that they had created a situation that made no sense at all. It seemed that a decision had already been made when the story was lifted...

"Hmm... a newcomer who doesn't know the world of the nobility is the Duke..."

If so, I don't think there's any venom or abdominal blackness... so if you're close with Lord Mahathi, it might be nice to enter into a friendly relationship. "

Count Elar leaked his thoughts.

"Don't be ridiculous! You will never admit it!! What do you think the aristocrats are! What do you think you're holding the title for! I wonder how hard it was for my House Earlby to achieve the title of Viscount!!"

Viscount Earlby leaks his thoughts.

The two of them, who came here and came to the exact opposite conclusion, start gathering information for their respective policies.

Both Elher and Earlby were weak aristocrats who sold most of their territory to Lord Kasdex.

I only have the strength to manage to maintain my dignity as an aristocrat... It is because I belonged to Lord Kasdex's faction and benefited from it as part of the Western commercial zone created by Lord Kasdex.

"After all, there was a trade between the Ma 'abadar and the Mahathi territories... Hmm, maybe if we send some of our local specialties, they'll come to us."

It's the dream of the Western Commercial Zone... again. "

"Hah... just because I got the title of nobleman... I wonder if a commoner like you could become a nobleman!"

It makes sense to get it out right away! Push through it and uncover the true nature of Diaz, and you'll be able to enhance the honor of this Earlby!!

In that case, it must be possible to take on the central role of the Western Commercial Zone this time!! "

One draws such a conclusion during the evening party and the other during the banquet.

Then the two of them began to see a completely reversed movement in each direction... the two territories east of the Mahathi Realm became noisy with the return of the lords.