Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

The party was hosted by the Marquis d 'Atara, so his faction has taken advantage of it.

In essence, rather than a gathering of the Fourth Princess, it is a gathering of the Datars.

Factions other than the Dataras suddenly named the Fourth Princess after the return of the princess to the capital - in other words, the local aristocracy headed by Mr. Gentow.

Wow, this is a good gathering today.

First of all, Mr. Gentow tells me that he is in a good mood.

Seven to three seems to be the fewest, but it seems that the gathering is still good.

The runners knew about the local nobility and the King's City.

"I was told that Ash would join us. Look, Rhino's stationed at Baron Nepton's."

The Nepton garrison in a beautiful dress smiles at us and interprets.

I will whisper back to Mr Gentow while returning the pardon.

"Am I a scavenger or something to gather faction members?"

"If we don't do this, it's the local nobility of the King's City who gathers badly. I don't have to show my face at a bad gathering. Say it's not profitable to show your face at a gathering of central nobles."

"You're with me. I know how it feels."

"Actually, I know exactly what it is."

Until the Fourth Princess returned, Mr Gentow was also willing to ignore the invitation.

And yet, I don't think it's a good idea to force me into it.

"Was it a nuisance?

"Before I ask why."

When I nod honestly to confirm the person in front of me, Mr Gentow asks questions with joy.

"What happened after you asked?

"My belief is to return favor to favor. I can't thank you enough for the opportunity."

In response to me, Mr Gentow seems to be in a better mood, laughing up his voice.

"Hmm, as I was told, Ash is a pleasant man to watch. I am proud to be a knight in my realm."

It's an honor.

So our subordinate conversations are refreshing, but the conversations of the surrounding rattlesnakes are not refreshing at all.

I'm the one who's looking at me and talking about it. Perhaps because of the knighthood of the peasants and their low stature.

I hardly met anyone I cared about in the Border Territories (thanks to Miss Mayka), but it seems that there is a big difference in identity in the central climate.

According to the most talented man in the Sakura Border Territory,

"Our first generation slept in a hut with peasants and soldiers and laid the foundations of the territorial capital. The aristocrats in the middle were once the same. We haven't forgotten it, they've forgotten for a long time. That's the difference."

In the Border Territories, there is a sense of companionship, even if there is a difference in identity.

In the middle, the difference in identity is all the difference.

I think everyone in the Border Uncle family is too frank on the boulder, but it can be said that the external pressure is unique to the land pattern.

Many of the guards who have spoken in the capital boast that they ate the same pot of rice as Gentou and Itsuki.

"Well, don't worry too much. That's it, you can treat it like a feather."

"Don't worry, I'm good at that."

I'm an insect veteran.

Even if you look at my silver medal and say it's a turbulence for foaming, it's just noisy.

They don't have to admit it, they don't have to believe it.

The unbelievers are pagans, and the believers do not need to be saved if they do not know the words that they will be saved.

The person next to me whispered his tongue as he distinguished between the Sakura and Datara factions with a cool face.

"But say nethinechi on the far wind. Don't want to twist it."

"What will you do when you are provoked?"

"That's true, but making fun of your silver kung fu means making fun of the home we gave it to."

Speaking of which, yes.

"Well, come on. It's not a place where you can solve a boulder with your arms."

"Ununu... this is why I hate it."

Mr Gentow, who seems no worse than me when he hates parties, takes two glasses from the basin where he serves.

"Come on, Ash, hang out."

If you don't mind.

But is it okay to drink this?

It's a drink prepared by someone who will try to assassinate the royal family.

"If someone dies at the party I'm hosting, he's done with the boulders."

"Is that what it is? I'll do it when I need it."

After all, I'll try the taste with my mouth before your husband.

Mr Gentow looks at me with a strange face when he tastes it or not.

"The only person who can use such thoughtful hands is someone confident that they can rebuild their support base or something from scratch."

That said, Marquis d 'Atara can't do it, nodding.

"But you certainly can't do it. I came out of the countryside and instantly built a residence in the territorial capital."

"If you need it, I will. If that's all you need."

To appeal to me full of common sense people who love peace, Mr. Gentow smiled like a demon king praising the Four Heavenly Kings.

"It's a reliable thing. It's time to come."

Mr. Gentow whispers as he watches the waitress, maid, and butler move.

Appearance of Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, the main guest.

Near the entrance, the Marquis d 'Atara and his surroundings gathered together. The local aristocracy only has to solidify on the outside, because they notice the movement after seeing it.

There was a crowd in no time, and the door opened.

"Let's go inside, we can do it."

"It's easier than chasing a deer and running in the woods."

We smile at each other in obedience, and we step forward.

Utilizing his title and muscular body, Uncle Sakura pushes forward slowly and inexplicably.

I am bumping into the shoulders of a Datare aristocrat, but I am separated by a young man who says, "Oh, sorry."

Wow. I don't think that's a noble way of doing it.

Meanwhile, I slip through the gap created by Mr. Gentow's brutality. Really smart.

"Well then, Your Highness. Take it easy over there."

Just after leaving the crowd, it seems that the greetings of the Marquis d 'Atara and Her Royal Highness have just ended.

Quickly, Mr Gentow sandwiches his mouth as he walks.

"Marquis d 'Atara, I see you've finished your greeting. It's superimposed."

Greetings to party organizers are manners, by the way.

Conversely, Marquis d 'Atara cannot monopolize the princess if it is done. I have the right to walk around the party venue as I please.

Since the princess would go to the Saccharists if she liked, the Marquis of Datala would have stabilized the entrance with her own faction, but the savage courage of the Saccharian border - even before the courage - was no protection.

"Your Highness, I've come to introduce you to the Sacramento family's proud talent."

Mr Gentow slaps me on the back and pulls me out in front of Her Royal Highness.

Don't you think your dressed knight's clothes will disturb you even though you've slipped out of the crowd smartly?

I send a blame line of sight to Mr Gentow's intensity for just a moment before turning my gaze forward.

There was the Princess, whom I met for the first time, whom I knew well.

"It is an honor to bathe in honor of your honor, Your Highness."

Her Royal Highness, the first to be called by her name, shows a truly feminine, pathetic smile.

Not like when you call yourself Arthur.

The difference in attitude, even with the same face, will make you look completely different.

"Nice to meet you, Ferrous."

From behind the smile, Miss Alicia seemed to be carefully pronouncing so that there was no real laugh.

"I've always heard of you from Uncle Sacramento and Father Volke, so I know you, but... could you tell me your name?"

"Yes, Your Highness. My name is Ash-George Fennex and I have been awarded a knighthood by Uncle Sacramento."

"Ash... Sir Fennex. It's good to finally meet you."

With her real name - I think her words went on.

What was actually pronounced was a face-to-face greeting, saying that he had listened to rumors and was interested.

"Oh, should I be named Lord Fennex, too? Does Lord Fennex know about me?

"I'm afraid you've heard the name of His Highness Alicia a lot around the border."

The name she gave me on the last night of camp training was clear.

By contrast, I have now finally officially returned my name. There is no need for her to be named again.

Miss Alicia nodded happily as they understood each other.

"Well, that's sweet. Sir Fennex, you're alone today, aren't you?

I'm with Mr. Gentow, but in this case, I wonder if she has a female partner.

As I nodded, Miss Alicia quickly crawled from greeting distance to friendly conversation distance.

"Then I'd like to talk to you. I talk to Father Volke and his friends, and I'm interested in technology and academics."

"If you'd like to talk to me, I'd be happy to."

"Of course. I told you I heard a lot about you, Ferrous Bird.

According to Her Royal Highness' self-declaration, Her Royal Highness is very fond of the Ferrous Bird Marks sold by the Quid Chamber of Commerce.

Through Saccura Peripheral, I have soap, alcohol lamps and even the most expensive tendon power model plane in the ointment.

Of course, I know that, too.

With regard to the alcohol lamp and the model plane, I was asked by Miss Alicia to make a special one for myself. Quid, who quickly calculated that his royal title could be used, contracted me for a special price.

This special lamp and model plane has been sent as a gift to the royal family, but for me it is a small token of gratitude to a fellow who will show an unchanging preference in a remote place.

Speaking of which, Miss Alicia and I will safely rendezvous with the Saccharists through the Datalese crowd.

The Marquis d 'Atara tried to stop it, but the Uncle Sacramento spoke aloud and intercepted it. Others could not enter before the prestige of a cheerful princess.

Even if you enter the Saccharists, the conversation doesn't stop.

"All the Ferrous Marks are interesting and of high quality. Do you have any new information? I can't help looking forward to it."

"That's right. The ointment seems to make a new product with changed ingredients. Thanks to the cooperation of Mr. Ruth and Mr. Tris, who are in King's Landing, we were able to think of a better combination of medicinal effects."

"You two meet at Father Volke's. I'm familiar with it."

"Also, we've made a little progress on preserving food, so we can pack it in a bottle with a little flavor and save it. The prototype is excellent."

"That's wonderful. I want you to send me the finished product, too."

"If you want. I will be able to send it to you this summer."

Incidentally, this information has already been reported in an exchange of letters through Falke.

On the contrary, there are studies based on the knowledge and books acquired by Miss Alicia in King's Landing.

This princess was the deputy director of the Eternal Honour Program in our Territorial Reform Promotion Office.

In other words, all the conversations we have now are just propaganda activities for people who are listening around us.

It's a terrible match pump.

I'll do more.

"The Immortal Bird..."

Miss Alicia, when she was a princess, preferred to call me Lord Fennex by a nickname that was friendly and easy to call.

"What are you thinking next? Can you tell me as much as you can?

"That's right. There are so many things I want to do, and it's hard to say... that's why I have to do one thing."

Well, what is it?

"Talent gathering and development."

It is a series of descriptions of the acceptance of international students who took a seat in both the Vladimir of Squana and the King's Landing gatherings.

Miss Alicia listens eagerly as if she had heard this story for the first time.

"Very interesting. If I can learn the advanced knowledge of the Sakura Border Territories, I would like to participate in it."

"If it comes true, we will also be very welcome. Alicia's talent is well known."

This is not an act, it is the truth that we want to learn together in the territorial capital. In response, Miss Alicia relaxed her cheeks with joy.

The people on the local side of the neighborhood are changing their complexion for this exchange.

Only local factions and new lovers have seen the remarkable deliverables of the Sakura Border Territories recently. They would have imagined how they would contribute to the development of the territory in the future.

Some people think it would be nice to jump into such technology if they had the opportunity to acquire it.

He proudly explains his position to a close person who has come to the consultation, such as a Nepton stationed officer who has already jumped.

In addition, it wasn't just the Saccharists who were scratching their ears. Datars scattered around as scouts, but not enthusiastic.

Especially since the latter kind of profit would be given to the Datars for the time being, those to that extent are nailed to the fishing hook of the great profit shown by the Sakura Border Territories.

Of course, they have a lot of central nobility, and they have little interest in novelties.

Still, there seems to be enough attention paid to the Border Territories technology, which is showing incredible momentum.

The influence of genuine rumours that Marquis d 'Atara was the true perpetrator of the royal assassination weakened the force. On the other hand, Saccura Border Uncle is up to speed no matter who he asks.

Wouldn't it be more profitable to switch to the Sacrates than to be in the Datars?

The air in the venue begins to twitch and colour the perimeter.