Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

Seventeen years old as the son of a rural, cold farmer in the countryside.

I have no idea that I will attend a royal ball in my life.

It is undoubtedly the noblest place in the history of mankind.

Since it's a ball, it's only natural for participants to walk with their partners.

My neighbor, Micah, is wearing a costume similar to a mermaid-type dress or a slit deep china dress.

The lines tightened with everyday workouts are really beautiful.

Oh, this is the hall of the royal palace.

Micah walks around with me with her arms twitching to a sparkling venue.

Speaking of its elegance, the more designers and builders hear it, the better it seems.

Perhaps you're not convinced of the usefulness of the stone you're stepping on, rather than admiring the luxurious venue. The common poverty of the people living on the border, and the urge to use stone on city walls.

Defense over appearance. It is a synonym of borders.

I wonder if there's anything very unusual about it.

Ignoring the beauty of luxury and craftsmanship, Micah made that decision based on the degree of technology used.

I agree. I spend a lot of money, and I think it's a top craftsmanship and art, but I don't see any scientific advancement because it's just a combination of old technologies.

It feels like the opposite of our second lord's house.

It's not impossible for Micah to express her unexpected expression.

After pointing her lips slightly boring, Micah looks at me and loosens her cheeks.

"But dancing with Ash in the royal palace might be a good memory."

"That's right. Souvenir souvenirs seem just right."

I leaned gently against Micah, who was putting a lot of effort into her tangled arms.

Micah has a strong trunk, so it feels very stable. Though it looks thin, it has a reliability as if it is attached to a tree.

"Ah, I feel like I'm relying on Ash now. Wow, I don't feel half premium....."

"Ah, did you find out?

When I admit it, Micah smiles embarrassed.

As time is squandered like this, high-ranking people gradually enter the venue.

Yes, there is courtesy in the order of admission. Lower stature is slower, higher stature is slower.

Originally speaking, it seems that it began with the concern of the person in front of me not to keep him waiting, but now it is forced.

His Excellency said that we were troublesome about this.

That's a person who rides solo to the hot spring just because he wants to meet quickly, without a message or premonition. I would hate these fruitless habits.

Due to his hobby, we are entering the border master quite quickly.

Even if he is treated as a countryman, if he succeeds, he is as good as the Duke, and if he is as good next to the king or as good next to him, he is a fast breaker. I don't think you should just endure it with me or Micah. I think I'm also someone on your side.

As usual, some of the attendees from the central nobility side are seen laughing at the scene at the Saccura border early entry.

But their mockery was blown away by someone who came alongside the Sacramento.

"Oh, Lord Birkan. My granddaughter and son-in-law seem to be over there."

"Oh, I see. Sir, may I say hello to both of you?

"Of course. You don't need my permission, do you? Those two are strong, so let's make our own decision."

Next to the King comes a great man and a great man as good as the King.

Considering the manners, they're both so fast.

There seems to be no one in the party hall who has the courage - or education - to speak directly with the Grand Priest in the surrounding class of each faction or in the proxy class of his master.

Some of them seem to have to stop the Grand Priest, but no one was able to act just by exposing his face.

"Good evening, Micah, Ash."

The Grand Priest called out to us in order of stature.

My way of calling is not for my position because I got along until I could call myself a friend.

The secret to earning that kind of friendship is in tomatoes. So far, it's no secret or anything, but my appetite is still great.

As a friend, it is conditional on the presence of a great priest, but I am most pleased to have been granted permission to read all the books in the shrine.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Birkan."

Good evening, Mr. Birkan.

Say hello to Micah and laugh bitterly.

"I was embarrassed to hear that Ashe and his fiancée, the famous neck-hunting princess, Micah, were attending the party, and I was not worthy of my life."

The Grand Priest responded with a smell that seemed completely embarrassing.

"Well, I'm glad. Now, may I come with Ash to see Birkan?

"Of course. Ash has heard of Micah's talent. As the keeper of the temple, I look forward to conversation with the wisdom of the world."

A team with a sudden increase in the average position and rolling conversations with greetings. Whoever you think you are, appeals to the faction that is hostile to us make you look bad.

That's right. The Grand Priest is on our side.

Apparently he's going to report to the Faction Master, and the lower aristocrats are headed towards the exit. As a matter of routine, I'm going to do my best.

After a while, the Marquis d 'Atara entered the venue. Next to it is Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia.

The two retain a superficially glossy figure, but only on an extremely thin surface, almost like an error.

Immediately after entering the venue, the Marquis de Datala turned her feet in the direction of her faction, but Miss Alicia smiled and intercepted, indicating with her hands the presence of the Grand Priest.

Oh, it's the Birkan Sheriff. I have to say hello. I will join you, Marquis d 'Atara.

It's true. But they seem to be calling me....

Well, there's Lord Fennex over there. Marquis d 'Atara doesn't seem to be feeling well these days, so why don't you talk to him? I hear that Lord Fennex's knowledge of medicine is enough to be seen at a glance in King's Landing.

The two conversations I heard were like this.

With the strength of grabbing and dragging the neck of Marquis d 'Atara, who tried to escape, Miss Alicia brings the target this time.

"Grand Priest Birkan, Sacramento, Micah... and the Ferrous Bird. Good evening."

Miss Alicia greets me with a fresh smile after a day's work. Of course, four people, including me, have the same face.

Conversely, the Marquis d 'Atara, who was isolated from the enemy, smiled hard because of his mind. I'm worried about whether the heart will develop in such a way as to make my complexion worse at the beginning.

"Quickly, Mr. Fernbird, may I speak with you about this Marquis d 'Atara?

"If I may, Your Highness."

Thank you, Miss Alicia, who laughs, also looks like a cat before she gets caught in the prey.

Micah? I'm staring at the Marquis of Datala with the eyes of a raptor. If physical interference in the killing was possible, Marquis d 'Atara would have been dead long ago.

"Recently, Marquis d 'Atara seems to be ill. Previously, frequent banquets were no longer held, and I did not attend banquets in other houses. I thought I was going to be absent today, and I suddenly felt ill just now and was about to go home."

It seems that Miss Alicia caught her at the exit and entered the venue.

Marquis d 'Atara didn't know, but he couldn't escape the princess.

"I see. The Marquis d 'Atara seems to be old, and there may be some effects of old age that are inevitable to humans...."

"Oh, no, Sir Fennex. Don't worry about it. I have a good doctor in my lap."

"Oh, do you have a waiter? Of course."

As such, I nod to the Marquis d 'Atara who tried to avoid conversation with you.

Of course, I won't stop sending a chase ahead of my dodges.

"That may mean that there are many causes of psychogenicity. The so-called stress is putting a strain on your body."

"... oh, stress."

The words of the Marquis d 'Atara were mixed with a bit of bitterness. It feels good.

I am feeling more stress thanks to you, so I want you to feel a lot of pain.

"As a Marquis, you'll have a lot of work to do. Territorial management, relationships with surrounding territories, relationships with distant territories... don't you often get distracted or actually turn your hands?

"Yeah, well, yeah. From my point of view, such things are my job."

Especially these days, the relationship between the distant territories is getting tough. I know.

"These stacks are putting a burden on your body. If you're feeling more sick, it's a good idea to take a good night's rest."

"I'm not impressed to say that to the other lords."

Inside the words of the Marquis d 'Atara is an iron needle. Looks like we're in a combat situation.

"It's not impossible that young Sir Fennex doesn't know, but such behavior is an interference in internal affairs."

"Ah, the explanation is fine. I am fully aware of it. And the other day, I just responded to the interference."

As you may know, the Marquis d 'Atara has a good ear, but I say no.

"There was an armed uprising in Sakura's territorial capital."

"... oh, I've heard that before. It was a rumor of civil unrest."

"Certainly, the majority of the executives on the scene were Saccharian, so civil unrest is civil unrest."

Rather than the rumors of the wind, I will tell Marquis d 'Atara what he will not know in a report from a detective.

I am kind.

"But I also caught a human executor outside my territory. I've got about twenty detectives alive."

It's not a capture, it's a capture.

The Marquis d 'Atara would not have known this either.

In order to understand this situation, we have captured most of the detectives who were in the territorial capital at the time of the civil unrest, so there is no one to take back the information.

What Marquis d 'Atara learned was from a detective who was in a position to bypass the civil unrest from afar or who had left the capital before the civil unrest.

It is difficult to know in detail how many detectives were captured alive.

In other words, Marquis d 'Atara does not know that twenty mouths are a source of information. That's why I told you.

More than I thought, I have received your information.

Isn't that kind of you?

"After sorting out all the information, it seems that the Sakura executioner was misled by other people in the other territories... this would be a fine interference in internal affairs, wouldn't it?

I don't know the details, but maybe I am.

Say something stupid, and you know it better than I do.

"Ah, you wonder where the detective is?

That's right.

The Marquis d 'Atara nodded in a tone that seemed to bother him very much.

Whatever the tone, I'll tell you what I care about because I affirmed it.

"I wanted to clarify it, but it was quite suitable for Sakura border areas, such as language and appearance. I didn't know the answer."

"Well, it's going to be hard to figure out who's in charge."

No heart, Marquis d 'Atara seems satisfied.

"I'm pretty sure he was a good detective."

I hammered the Marquis d 'Atara and smiled that I wanted to borrow your wisdom there.

"Still, a habit that I've been used to for many years is something that leaks at normal times. I wonder if I can tell the approximate origins from leaking it when I'm tired, from the names of local pickles, and from the incense trees I put in the dagger pattern instead of the amulet."

Do you know anything about these kinds of things? I have confirmed that there are only things that I don't hear at the border, so I think it is on the middle side.

The Marquis d 'Atara was naturally stuck in words. A rare breakdown for a social veteran.

Then the Birkan Grand Priest sets sail for him.

"If that's the case, I've heard of it. It's a custom found in the western realm of King's Land. Sure... Marquis d 'Atara? Even in your territory, right?

Well, yeah.

The Marquis d 'Atara returned in short, vague terms, as it seemed impossible to deny it and was largely difficult to affirm it.

"Ah, were you still in the hands of the central nobility? I thought so."

Instead of the Marquis d 'Atara, who seems to have entered a shellfish mouthful, a third party (ally), the Grand Priest Birkan, asks why.

"Oh, why?"

"For those who live on the border, the greatest enemy is the monster. It's not the idea of people living on the periphery to let it go and start a struggle between humans."

"I see. The famous Sacramento family is persuasive. But...."

Yes?

"No, it's hard to say, but I think some people like to rub things around the border these days."

Grand Priest Birkan talks about what it sounds like to follow the Marquis d 'Atara at first sight.

Of course, the great priest who loves tomatoes is on our side.

"Oh, I see. However, he is mostly in King's Land and seems to be neglecting the reality of the surrounding territory, how about that?

"I see. Indeed, if you ask me, I see it all year round in King's Landing. From the eyes of the Marquis d 'Atara, how about that?

This is about your Viscount Yasoga. You know that, don't you?

When asked with a double smile between me and the Grand Priest, he actually seemed to understand well and didn't respond.

I can't believe you're pointing at a picture star. Only people who are good at doing it are allowed to do it.

For example, Micah and Miss Alicia are cute just by imagination, so they are not guilty.

Marquis d 'Atara is not cute, so he is guilty.

"Well, in that case, the physical and psychological burden of managing the territory would still be huge."

The front and rear of the story are not connected at all, but it doesn't matter.

After all, this conversation with the Marquis d 'Atara is a good prospect for your evil, but do you have any objections? That's what I was asking.

Silence means there is no objection.

In the social world, I do not say that I admitted my sins, but I admit that I lost.

"I don't mean to say interference, but when I hear you're sick, Marquis d 'Atara needs a break."

It's a long night off, too.

Her Royal Highness Princess Alicia also tells a loving smile - like sending ants to hell - who she has taken care of since childhood.

"It's not a good idea, Marquis d 'Atara. I hear your heirs are also growing up, so you can rest without having to, right?

No, but Miss Alicia waves her hand away from the venue to give Marquis Datala time to make up her mind.

She came back a little while later with Her Majesty the King.

"Please tell me from His Majesty. The Marquis d 'Atara, who's been sick lately, needs a break."

For these kinds of projects, it is the social circle that has been rooted out in advance.

His Majesty the King waited for the Marquis d 'Atara's objection, but only confirmed that the Sakura border was dominant.

"Marquis d 'Atara, that's a good year for you. If you don't leave a little work to your successor, you'll have trouble replacing him."

The Marquis d 'Atara nodded after showing a faint twist to his mouth in response to His Majesty the King's ruling to pull in with great care.

My belly is sweet. Yuika nods without changing her complexion.

Furthermore, the daughter of the goddess's tongue echoes all the time that she is willing to do her belly tricks without any shards.

"I came in a dress that was easy to move, but there was no duel."

He was hoping to get rid of the nobles legally.

Because it was a reckless volume, I smiled at the expression attracted by the central aristocracy that I heard and made it look like a joke that I couldn't hear.

Of course, it's a Micah threat. The purpose of intimidation is to discourage dissatisfaction by saying that we are always motivated.

Even if Micah kept three of her favorite swords at the reception, she didn't mean it, even if she was thinking about choosing armor when choosing her dress.

It's just a threatening pose. I'm just getting ready to deal with it even if it does.

In general, if my fiancée decides to kill in earnest, rumors of a mysterious assassin or a killer will be on the loose in King's Landing by now.

Our fiancé is very kind.

The daughter of the goddess, or angel.