Fushi no Kami: Rebuilding Civilization Starts With a Village

It was a month after the invitation was confirmed that I and Hermes went to King's Landing.

There was sufficient grace on the date indicated by the invitation so that we could afford to prepare ourselves for departure.

His Royal Highness the First Prince has made plans to gather quite a few people. It is very different from the time of the meeting before you.

"But can the prince really fly a plane?"

Miss Raina questioned while stretching out her cramped body during the carriage journey to the full extent at the King's Mansion of the Sacramento family.

Hermes offers a glass of alcohol to Miss Reina, who sat loosely on the salon sofa.

It is a saccharine distilled liquor that has a reputation (from the Rhino Resident Officer) for improving taste over the years.

That's it.

Miss Raina's question was answered by Miss Spymaster Seele, who had entered King's Landing to gather information.

"Engine information has been gathered. Check out this article."

Miss Reina glanced at the paper that Miss Seele had given her and gave it to Hermes, the engineer.

"How's it going, Hermes? I feel familiar."

"Hmm, it's definitely our design. It must be the blueprint when Rockel tried to build a small, lightweight steam engine. Research on lightening the weight of steam engines, which allows them to be mounted on flight machines, is a substitute for today's."

Mr. Rockel is a former prisoner craftsman, a steam engine crazy engineer.

I'm watching with excitement if I don't make this world a steam punk.

Hermes, who believes in internal combustion engines and star-shaped engines as supreme gods, is an adversary to each other.

I mean, they're very close.

The specs derived from the blueprints more than four years ago can be easily drawn in the back of the brain.

"It's still a crafty engine… but the design of the rocket meets the requirements of the plane as a power source. This is a flying engine."

Hermes' eyes are those of a ruthless engineer. I see the facts as facts.

It is the mouth that is strongly bitten that reveals emotions.

"I barely put my hands on it. The blueprints are intact, but we have copies of them stored in our temple. Which side do you want to go down and claim it's ours?"

Hermes, calm down.

"Don't worry, it's at least calm down."

Hermes explains why you are relatively calm. [M]

"Sure, Rockel's steam engine can fly. But it's just a few meters above ground and dozens of seconds is fine. There's a limit to the weight of water that steams and the furnace that fires. At this stage of design, the fuel is charcoal?

That's why Hermes didn't try to fly a plane in a steam engine.

It is difficult to make it lightweight and small.

Even if lightweight and miniaturized, like Rockel's design, it sacrifices the duration of the required output.

Specifically, it is directly connected to the amount of water that becomes steam and the amount of fuel in the furnace.

Naturally, it is difficult to replenish these two during flight.

"Rockel was thinking about using liquid fuel after this one, but considering the small size and lightness, the internal combustion engine has a lot to offer. The water weighs too much, no matter how you do it. Steam engines aren't bad for other applications."

For example, it doesn't matter how heavy the power source of the machine tool is.

Sometimes it eats work space because it is large, but this priority may be low.

Mr. Rockel has also acknowledged this point, and the lab is not working on reducing the size and weight of steam engines.

Mr Rockel is just playing with his hobbies.

"Well, in other words, where the plane flew in this rocket engine, the sky is not like a bird. If we fly right away, we'll shut you up."

According to Hermes' technical point of view, I will leave it to you to spread the information, and Miss Seyle will go and form a scrum.

"The shape of the plane, then. There's no sign of the blueprints being stolen. What about the wings?

"That's it....."

A good spy master clouded his words there.

"There's so little sighting, there's so little information that we can predict the shape of the plane."

There was a moment of silence in the report that gave rise to an ominous hunch.

"Sayle, by the way, how did you gather information about the steam engine?

"It's mainly a tavern in the studio where the shrine officials and craftsmen were introduced by the Birkan Grand Priest."

That's the right thing to do.

"Yes, the cooperation of craftsmen is essential in the manufacture of complex machines like steam engines. You're a researcher, aren't you? Could you describe it as the decoding of the blueprints obtained by His Royal Highness the Prince? They made me explain the meaning of the blueprints."

It appears that the Birkan Grand Priest sent additional information to the Sakura Border Territory.

It appears that some of the temple officials passed through the anti-Sacratic obstruction and slapped the Birkan Grand Priest in the ear.

If you're going to do airplane development in this world, this is the normal flow.

It is impossible to proceed secretly without being understood by others.

"So, normally speaking, I think that the same thing will be followed in the production process of the plane itself, but there is no such thing?

"Yes. When I visited the Chamber of Commerce in King's Landing, I was able to confirm the distribution of what appears to be materials, but the information on the aircraft is completely..."

Miss Sayle said it was supposed to be.

"We envisaged measures to keep craftsmen in the Royal Palace until the day of the announcement. Considering that there was a reopening of the steam engine because it was a blueprint flowing from the saccura rather than the original, I think that there could be a difference in this measure."

However, the information department still has a difficult face if it is not convincing.

"But what about flight tests and experiments? Isn't it normal to make such preparations in advance? Deputy Director Hermes always does that, doesn't he? I thought it would be easy to gather sightings as a precursor to flying with people on board....."

Failure to do so may mean that more thorough information controls are in place.

"Hmm... I can't be a bit alarmed until that day."

After all, this is King's City.

At the knee of the most voluminous temple, you don't know what kind of hidden books you have when you come to a project led by the most powerful people.

If over-technology comes out that we can't imagine, it can overshadow the immaturity of the institution.

The day of the world's first manned flight fair, hosted by the First Prince, has come.

The venue is a river that flows near the former fortress, which also serves as the stage for the martial arts tournament.

It seems to be the idea of having the ship run there and fly the plane from the ship.

"Ash, what do you think?

"Hmm... well, I can earn speed with a ship, and water will reduce the damage rather than fall to the ground, so I'm not saying nothing at all."

"Do you want to use it when we're done?

"If you say that, I disagree. I recommend windy hills."

We can earn heights from the hills, and we can get synthetic wind without having to run the ship.

The impact of the landing is on the plane, but this is why the suspension has been improved on the carriage. We can do it.

So, this is the main plane, but it's covered with a cloth and fixed to the ship.

I don't see it clearly, but I know the size. I and Hermes have tried to analyze the range we know at this point.

It's a long time before and after.

"No, the left and right are too short.

Something's wrong with the wings, too.

"Oh, the outline is approximate, but it's too wide, and it looks too far behind."

"It's not the shape of the plane we assumed."

I don't know what design philosophy it is.

A tempo conversation means that both opinions are in agreement.

This is a plane with unknown performance. Even at this stage, my vigilance cannot be resolved.

"I wonder who's on it. Seele, do you understand?

"The Knight of the Guards, named Goream."

It's a name I've heard of somewhere, but I can't remember it well.

Maybe it doesn't matter.

Today's organizers arrive as they line up their nervous faces in the front row of sightseeing seats arranged on the banks of the river.

"Oh, Lord Fennex. It's been a long time."

His Highness the First Prince with a moody expression on his back.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation from afar. But you look a little pale. There was a time before, and I tried to spare the schedule, but did I make it impossible?"

I'm sorry, but the prince cares kindly.

I probably hate it because my mouth is subtly loose.

With the meta-metal feedback at your meeting, the feeling that I let you blow it away with the stolen research results is seeping.

As a royal family, I don't have to wonder if such character is good.

Take a bigger view.

Perhaps you haven't noticed at all in that narrow view, but you buy a lot of resentment, Your Highness.

Sakura Yasoga is so popular that your bad mouth flies from top to bottom instead of greetings.

There is a momentum to create a cursing dictionary for His Highness.

"No, please don't worry. Your Highness, you have a great job ahead of you, so please love yourself."

Had it been a fantasy with a curse, Your Highness would have died 10,000 times by now.

"Hmm, I'm glad Lord Fennex cares. Whatever happens next, Sir will be well."

The prince leaves with a giggle.

On the winning back, the female team pierces an uncomfortable pest in the eye.

"You're a little villain. I want my demon king and his heart to be apprenticed."

"It seems to be very popular with women in the middle. I don't understand your preference in the middle."

The prince, who had a strong message from the women's side, greeted the guest in the front row before moving on to the ship.

It looks like it's finally time to show off the plane.

The introduction of self-proclaimed developers, the introduction of honorary (planned) first flight pilots, and the words praising the foresight of the First Prince who invested a lot of money in this project will be read out.

"The budget poured into that plane was one digit higher than I expected....."

"Ah, the anger is back in Ash's eyes."

I mean, it's strange.

How much life would have been saved if the budget had been spent on a devastated perimeter of the territory.

Leaving it alone and making such crap, the prince's exclusive cursing dictionary gets even thicker.

With my teeth biting, Miss Salle thinks with her fingers on a slender jaw.

"Hmm... Now, let's circulate some information that accuses the area. There must be something wrong with protecting the King's people."

"That's good. Please leave me a souvenir."

And now that the long prelude is over, it seems that the plane will finally be revealed.

Me and Hermes will pay attention to it in a hurry. [M]

A futile musical performance was played - a plane wrapped in a secret veil was shown all over the world.

"... awesome"

In that appearance, I took a breath.

It flew far beyond my expectations and beyond the visible range.

To the point where I think I should just go to space and disappear.

Unfortunately, you have a good taste.

The plane was in the shape of a flying dragon to suffer from an understanding.

It is a flying dragon.

The monster, Fai-lone, I met in Yasoga's territorial capital.

Pretty big. A fantasy would certainly be a size for people to fly across.

The green scale that leaves a little gloss, the sunlight permeable membrane, and the pin lined up like a stick from the head to the tail, probably actually put something in as a core.

Stopped with a roar, his head had glass-like eyeballs and fangs.

The reaction of the people who witnessed the plane was divided. She shouted loudly.

Participants close to the perimeter are the former and those close to the center are the latter.

The latter voice is more overwhelming in the wake of the event in King's Landing. Naturally, the people who were dragging were barely able to speak up, so the show was very exciting when they closed their eyes.

"Rest assured, gentlemen! This is dead!

The voice of the prince is echoed.

I can tell when I see that. If you were alive, you'd be dead already.

I don't even have the temper to make such a bluff.

"This dragon is the creation of a monster that the Founding King defeated and passed on the threat to future generations! We'll rebuild it and take it to the sky! I don't know why, folks!

I knew that King Jian was miserable.

You can't make such a toy with a threat artifact.

Is that good? The descendants of the Founding King.

"Don't be afraid of monsters! That's what I want! Grow up! A pile of history! To write it down here!

Contrary to the loud cheers that voltage up to the prince's speech, the dong pull lowers tension with a bottomless momentum.

That's true.

On the border, one territory has just been determined to be destroyed by a monster.

What do you think of the royal family that did not take any effective measures against it - except Alicia - when they said, "There is not enough fear of monsters."

Miss Sayle whispers to me with a masked expression of professional consciousness.

"Why didn't anybody around the prince stop this... that prince's, uh... that... that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that, that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that... that

Now that I've spoken to you, there's definitely a curse coming in, Miss Salle.

However, Miss Sayle, who is analyzing only her sense of duty at work, tries to do so with an emotional eye as much as possible.

Poor thing, it looks just like the glass on the dragon.

"Vicomte Yasoga's territory has been destroyed by monster damage and is still in recovery. Certainly, the movement towards restoration and reconstruction has stabilized.... Even so, what kind of idea is it to imitate the situation where the relationship with the surrounding lords has cooled down and stroke our nerves backwards..."

Anticipate the future impact from one of the other's actions. This is an important task for the Intelligence Department.

What deliberate conspiracy is the prince faction hiding in this seemingly foolish hand?

Miss Salle is turning her mind to catch the truth.

Even if I knew the importance of information, I had to respond sincerely to this.

"Maybe you're not thinking about anything."

I'm being pained by the way things are going, but speaking of which, these are the people in King's Landing.

It's insensitive to the perimeter, indifferent and unplanned.

Miss Seele held back the face of despair in the vagaries of the world.

"Lord Fennex. There are things in the world that are so hard to do that are exactly the same as people like you."

"The world can be cruel sometimes."

Let's drink when we get home.

All I have to do is drink up such hard memories. Make a delicious snack.

And since the world is truly erratic, hard memories still grow.

"Hey, Ash. It's starting to look amazing."

This time, Hermes will report on the current situation.

With the pain of Miss Salle's wounds, it seems that I finally entered the flight position while I lay my eyes down.

I wonder if it's a good substitute for a flying dragon. Isn't that just a flake? - A steam engine was set up to hold him in his abdomen.

Steam engines, as precisely designed by Mr. Rockel, who loves steam engines, generate power without any problems.

The problem was the use of the power generated.

Yabeye. Wings are moving. It's really moving. Yes, up and down. Um, I'm winging. It's snappy. I'm going crazy. "

The Flying Dragon was not a propeller type but a winged type.

Wow, Hermes is in a mess. I've been in a lot of trouble, too.

How did that happen?

Even if there is no blueprint for the plane itself, there is no tendon power model plane running around, and there is no way that such an interesting and unfortunate idea can come out from it.

Why are the bird feathers consolidated with candles going backwards?

Is that prince a natural comedian!?

The mighty Knights of the Kintetsu will come and run the boat, leaving us in shock.

Yeah, it must be an attempt to create synthetic wind. I know that. I think it's theoretical.

Even birds can fly once they accelerate.

In preparation for the next attack, the mighty Knights of the Kimikaze will take charge of the object.

"Now, strike. It's the first manned flight in the world."

The voice of the prince and the performance of the court musicians flourished towards that moment.

"Fly, Diamond!"

Oh, did you put a jewel in your name?

I see it. I see its fate sinking.

"Drago..."

In response to the Prince's call - which, in fact, seems to be judged by the sound of the performance - the Knights of the Guards threw the plane as far as they could.

I heard a wonderful call.

Probably because it's a big royal event, the Kintetsu Knights also practiced a lot.

The sculpture of the flying dragon, pushed into the air by the force bound by artistic identity, sank to the bottom of the river with the sound of the demon Bochan.

It's obvious.

It's not a plane.

It's just a flake.

A flake made of steam engines with a winged mechanism that has been wasted.

"Well...."

When the event was forced to finish and returned to a quiet venue, he shouted.

"Shall we go home, everyone?"

"Well, let's get out of here. There are so many things I want to do."

"I don't know how much work I have left when I get back. It's depressing."

"Ah, I can't believe this is the result of my January job....."

Yes, good work, everyone.