Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Well, let's get back to business."

"Right."

Put your hands on the tea you've been transported to, and Georg cuts it out after a breath.

"Well, let's just say straight into the short knife. I hear you're ready to march for Gardina now?

"Hmm?... Oh, sure, because that's what I ordered"

"I want you to withdraw that immediately and stop trooping to Gardina. I don't mind if we don't head to Gardina."

To Georg's words, the surroundings swerve greatly. Naturally, however dragnill it may be, this is an indisputable level of interference in the internal affairs of the country.

"... may I ask why?

"Over there, the military just said that the fact that it's close to the two countries is a little troublesome for me personally."

"... I'm sorry, but I can't move the army at my personal convenience, as the head of a single country, how dare you ask of Lord Georg Dragnill"

The expression of Lyudmila, who said so, was a frivolous one, even though it did not matter if she was killed.

"... so, I guess. I didn't think it would be convenient for a boulder. If there's anything I can do about it, I'll tell you to give me back my time, which I've been worried about all night."

Clearly the air of relief flowed over Georg, who said so and laughed bitterly.

"So..."

"Oh, naturally, I'm not going to say anything in return, etc. First of all, Dinanto's army, but if you want to come towards Gardina, I'll take care of this. I will not be involved in the journey to the borders of this country."

"Do something...?

"See you later for more information. Then I want you to see this..."

Saying so, what I took out of my nostalgia was the goldsmith who used it as a negotiating tool for merchants and leading opponents.

It fit in a small wooden box, which is made to be worn as a necklace, a head that mimics a dragon about the size of a thumb on a chain section that is thinned and braided with gold. The dug part of the fine sculpture is scattered with sparse but also gemstones, which I find to be of high value to see.

"Ko... this is..."

"It's a brilliant thing, isn't it?

"Yep... Yep, I've never seen a goldsmith like this..."

The woman who was closest to Lyudmila first leaked a small exclamation, "Wow..." and asked the ministers who were away what was going on. And when he confirmed the goldsmith, he still raised his voice of admiration.

"That's only part of the money I hold," he said.

"Damn...... so much else!?

"Oh, necklaces, bracelets, rings, large plates, pots, everything."

………………

Literally, Lyudmila and the ministerial corps with an open mouth unblocked. I continued my words, nodding contentedly when I saw it.

"I'll tell you what, this is not something we can only trade on boulders with the withdrawal of military orders. If you're going to ask for these, of course, I want you to know that there will be more demands from us."

"... What are demands?

In this day and age, gold is rightly a treasure. It may be a symbol of wealth and power. Even large plates with simple decorations add more value to the value of the gold itself and are often traded in incredible amounts from the common people.

But this ornament that Lyudmila has now taken was clearly out of the group among what she has seen so far. I have never seen you live as the head of this great power before, such as a goldsmith with such an elaborate sculpture. Besides, I can't imagine what the hell kind of method would make things this far, such as sprinkling them up to gems.

Wouldn't this be one simple house to build?

Dragnill that he still possesses as many things as he wants to do Lyudmila and make him think so. Who the hell is he?

"What, it's not that hard, I'd like to believe, but it depends on your country."

"............... what if I say no?

"What if I told you that the goldsmiths would not quit the total war?

A hall engulfed in hustle and noise once again by Georg, who says so with a smiling, but clear voice.

"... is that a threat?

"No, it's a fact. Just so we're clear, if this request is turned down, there's nothing left for me to do."

This is a word that describes how poorly Georg negotiates.

If you say frankly "no later" from the beginning, anyone with experience will know that you are likely to be seen at your feet.

But it's Dragnil who's too mighty to cover his feet. This time it will be in fortunate form.

Because the statement "there is no later" also created some looseness in Lyudmila's mind.

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"Well. But this time, if the demands on your country pass, they will be resolved roughly."

She also never uttered a word to Georg, who looked Lyudmila in the eye from the front and told her so.

"... What are demands?

To that voice, Dragnil answers with a smile in a flamboyant manner.

"Peace."