Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"... you're here"

No more two weeks since the other meeting. Georg was leading the guards and the Kingsguard Hunting Corps to the northeast of the Gardina Forest, or the border with the Empire. Behind it are some materials for the construction of fortifications and ten carriages full of goldsmiths.

Though the price is estimated a little high for 5,000 free subnationals, it also takes into account our gratitude for food support and our future relationship. Besides, they also prepared quite a few clothes for me, so that's what they are for. Materials for the fort were confirmed in advance meetings, because the exterior walls and moat were sufficiently secured, but it was still not comfortable to create dormitories, canteens and buildings that would serve as headquarters for as many as 1,000 soldiers, and many tents were available.

Then I thought it would be a little pathetic, and I brought in tons of logged wood, nails, etc., from Gardina. Although there was a slight surplus of forest resources that expanded the city of Gardina and cut through nearly three times as much.

And by the time I get here, I'm also sweeping the surrounding demons and stuff. The powerful ones were Georg, while many other small demons, such as the Guards and Kingsguards, drove them out to ensure the safety of the northern area.

He is exactly one stone and two birds, who can also gain experience in action and sell thanks to the Empire. Though some of the wounded came out, Georg healed them all, including scratches on the armor, so it wouldn't look like he'd had a very good fight to look at.

Eventually, a group, led by a man full of example heat and bitterness, approaches a clear visible distance to his face. The Georgs greeted it as Rasheed, who leads the way, sighed as he waved with a full grin.

"Watch out!!

To Johan's hanging voice, a guard and a Kingsguard who were aligned said, "Zah!" and simultaneously take a careful stance.

"Dedicated - Sword!!

To that voice that follows, pull out the two-wielded sword that rests on your hips, cross your arms together, and stand toward heaven.

This doesn't mean Georg taught it, it seems it's a salute to us for thinking and practicing ourselves. I know the very existence of the salute, but I still didn't think it would be necessary to tap that far into it, but it seems Georg was the only one who thought so. This time, as I welcomed the Emperor of the Empire, I went to persuade him to do so, and suddenly Georg's surprise at being shown this was a great deal.

Anything, they are respectful of Georg on a daily basis, but a temporary discussion was set up not as an individual, but as an organization to see what the act of clearly showing it would be, and they came to think that salute would be the clearest and easiest to understand.

To a suddenly wrapped salute, Georg lost his word, but eventually he said, "Well, what should I say... I can't find the word. Thanks...... ok?" I squeezed it out. Needless to say they were pleased with the words of gratitude from Georg.

Ludmila walked out on her own as the soldiers and submen of the Empire lost sight of the horn, the salute officially adopted as a result of such interaction and its undisturbed movement.

"I am pleased with the welcome of the people of Gardina. I am Lyudmila Slamifi Wilhelm, Emperor of the Wilhelm Empire. As you may think of humans, I hope that this day will be the first step towards reconciliation between you and us."

And I told him out loud. Her failure to use the word "subhuman" must have been conscious. The term "gentlemen" is used in familiarity with those who are equal or less. And for the guards of the Guard, or those who continued to be severely oppressed in the Dinant, that word of man, but also of the top of the great power, would have meant a great deal.

It may be a complicated feeling for humans to use that word to speak to them, who have been denied freedom or rights, who have even been deprived of a minimum of dignity and treated by humans as livestock. But now at this moment, even though only the analogy words, the fact that they did receive the same treatment from humans as humans would have been firmly engraved in the chest.

"No, it's a brilliant thing. If it is a controlled unit to this point, we can guess its smell and so on. Is this also exactly the gift of Lord Stanford's teachings?

Lyudmila, followed by Rasheed, even utters such a compliment. And the soldiers in the back.

"Is that the beast man..."

"You're so sweet."

"Well, you can't have two swords."

"You're usually dealing with demons, aren't you?

"Impossible..."

"Hey, somebody help me out here."

"Sounds interesting, let's hang on to the captain for a second"

"I call the Beast Man."

"No, I'm behind you more than that...... is that DragonNewt?

"Heh?... Wow, are you serious"

"I can't, I can't win."

and it looks intriguing.

They have been acting out of their ordinary mind over the past month eating and having conversations with the subpeople they were bringing with them on Lyudmila's orders. It was only at first that we did not hide our distrust of each other, but from a human being, it would be extremely dangerous if we broke up with a sub-man who could double it, and even from a sub-man, if we were to become unfamiliar with a human being and they might do something mean with food and other rations, we tried to behave with each other, relatively amicably. As a result, the consciousness of prejudice was fading little by little.

Some would say that they were bringing in all the less subracist conscious than the former, but this could be said to be a great advance. Together, it was a dangerous bet that could be a brawl, but Lyudmila won the bet. Most importantly, the big trigger seems to be Georg's last visit to the battalion.

Says, "If Dragnil is really protecting the subhuman, if he does something to the subhuman, he must be in terrible sight"

Says, "If Dragnil protects beasts and elves like us, we don't have to be frightened of humans."

Yes, it is. Apparently, humans became somewhat awed and the subhumans became a little dignified, resulting in almost reciprocal relationships.

And when I cracked my stomach and talked, I knew that some of the people who were called subhumans could talk normally, and I slowly broke it down, and I came here to finally have a decent relationship.

There are just 1,000 of them, just 1,000 of them. Georg feels like he has finally come here and started to be recognized for his actions and is likely to be impressed.

"Johan."

"Ha, fix it!!

In keeping with the decree, Georg looked proudly at them as they again took an upright immobilisation with their drawn swords in their sheaths.

I still have a crush on humans. There will be resentment, there will be hatred. But Georg doesn't stop praying that the beast man in front of him, somewhat unraveled with man, will make the elf a bridge between Dwarf and them.