Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

Four and six months.

This is the number of days that have elapsed since the first inhabitants were admitted to Gardina. It is a spicy gardina with four seasons, but in season it will be autumn.

"... serve Your Excellency, will you be so much more"

Johan muttered so at the guard's command post.

"Well, the captain's getting a little old."

"Extra help."

Johan returns so to the words of the Fox tribe's men who were beside him. His men were also among the first inhabitants.

"Captain, come on, why don't we get married? It's a good thing, isn't it?

His men married a rat woman last year and are now also the father of one man. On holiday, I often see him stretching out under his nose with Deledere in front of his son. I'm just drowning my newborn sweet son when he says it doesn't hurt to put it in my eyes.

"... to me, it's all I can think about to repay His Excellency. We were given freedom, rights, and happiness, not to mention the status of being able to express an opinion on the operation of the city. Without returning it, what is the people of Gardina and what is the captain of the Guard"

The expression was extremely serious, and neither did his men, who well understood his loyalty, touch it any further.

"I can't imagine being tied to the girl I like (stomach), having a baby, living a peaceful life, and so on, while living a legitimate life like this."

"Not at all. If you hadn't stayed, I would have been killed by now."

Johann about to be forty soon. Normally, after thirty, it is the end of what humans call the "subhuman" path that kills them. Therefore, Georg has never seen an old beast, an elf, or a dwarf, not even the inhabitants of the city.

"That would be the same for everyone. And it is our duty to protect this city full of happiness"

"That's right. And to make sure that the children who live in the next era never lick spicy acids like we do."

Slow down, children, adults, old people, there will be more in this city. That may be a long way off, but it's the future that's stopping so close to you.

"Whatever. I, too, will spare no effort if my child is to be happy. For the sake of this city, Your Excellency, and the captain, let's use our little power."

"Oh, I hope so"

It was an event on a calm day, when the city began to show calm.

"Mr. Helen, the vegetables over here were going to the market, right?

"Yeah, he wanted to line up by lunch today, so hurry up, please."

"Yes."

"Mister, I'm from the third orchard, but I think I'll be able to harvest about a week earlier than planned. I told the market that, but is there any other place I should tell you about?

"Stop calling me that... just the market for now. It goes well with other places, but I'm a little short on fruit right now, so I can sell it soon."

The heart of the agricultural sector here, now inside a building called the "Agricultural Sector Management Building". Helen, the head of the place, is buried in documents such as income and expenditure reports and harvest status that come up one after the other, as well as progress reports on newly expanded agricultural land, and her proud ears are shriveled.

"Ugh... I'm tired..."

"I apologize for your tiredness...... a lack of fertilizer has been reported by new farms. The development of the first and second farms is going well, so I think I'll turn it from there..."

"Yeah, so... hey, it's not over yet, is it?

"Yep, what is more, from the education of the supplemented personnel to the observation of the progress of the new farmland, the preparation of reports, the preparation of materials for the next regular meeting and the rest…"

"Enough!! Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it!!

Helen is driven by the urge to slap herself in the face when replenishing as many as 5,000 new residents, although she was assigned the most priority, but at the same time she didn't realize it meant more work.

"Dear Georg... help me..."

She whines so much as she stumbles onto her desk, but she also knows that the person who asked for help is busier than anyone else in this city. These days, even when I show my face, I immediately go to other places to inspect, so I can't help talking.

I don't miss him, but I still can't help feeling a little lonely as I've been following him since the beginning.

"... something's gone far"

No one noticed her words whining to anyone.

"Tina, the net from the second farm is up."

"Yes, how about that? Got quite a bit?

"Yeah, it feels like 30% more than the first one I put up last month"

"Oh well!! Then get to the market quickly, will you? Freshness is life."

"Yes, then the paperwork over here, please -"

"Yes, yes, then go"

"Uh-oh!"

Tina breathes a sigh of relief as she gives her catches and rough contented paperwork and drops off a young elf girl who takes the fish on the carriage to the market. What Tina has now is a new pier built to match the expansion of the farm. Because it looks good from the shore of the lake, there are men gathered on the shore of the lake who have spared time to see their exposed women with brown skin.

Fisheries people don't have swimsuits, so when it comes to women, clothes that are just covered with a slightly thicker cloth that hides only the chest and waist area are often suitable for putting into the water at any time, and that seems exciting to the men of the city.

Occasionally, I can still see too many people being chased away by the guards. Including that, though it is now becoming a city's festive poem. Incidentally, the most married sector in this city is fisheries.

"I got married the other day alone... like I want to... but when I get married, Master Georg won't be able to comb my hair or anything..."

That's what she says as she looks through the paperwork, she's one of those people who likes to be moffed by Georg. I'm not in love, but in the sense of admiration and respect, I'm proud to say I'm unbeatable to other early groups. It is sad and dreary for her not to be able to touch such a subject.

I haven't been told by the men in the city once or twice, and I've had people I think are pretty good at. But that was really the neck there.

"... I guess I'll miss my wedding or something while I'm doing this"

With a bitter smile, when I imagined my future image, I thought it was possible to keep going home without anyone. That makes me lonely, but every time I think about it and try to find a good person to act on, I fall into the same state as before, so what the hell.

"If only I could marry Master Georg... but that's something different too"

Such was Tina, who recently had feminine troubles of her age.

"I praise you, Mr. Georg..."

"... yeah, right"

Georg, for the first time in his life, had been confessed only a second time, including in his previous life. You have to go back a little bit of time to explain why this has happened.

Georg came all the way out of town today because he had a little free time. In time, about an hour's leisure time, trying to relax, around crossing the castle gate to get out to the woods, was discovered by Jill, who happened to be hitting the guard, and thus the two of them were resting in the woods. Her work was apparently actively replaced by a colleague.

"As always, you're so hairy"

"... because care is not indispensable"

As usual, I'll put Jill's head on her knees, comb her hair, and stroke her to gently rub her ears and tail. That's a relaxing temporary, no different landscape than usual, nothing notable.

"... hey, by the way, Johann's still not willing to get married?

That's not especially what I thought I said, I just shook it as one of the topics.

"Mmm... the captain was distracted by his wife, and... his duties and... his loyalty... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"You're as solid as ever, and so is Johan."

Close your eyes and Georg strokes you, but I know exactly what signs he's going to laugh at. That's about it, I'm proud to be close to him.

"The people in Congress, I can't see how they're all willing to get married. Trouble..."

Georg's greatest purpose as an organism would be to marry, give birth to children, and leave his own blood to future generations. And I've said it before. Those in Parliament who heard of it reacted, "Then Master Georg must first be accomplished before anyone else", but only Georg himself knows that it is difficult.

"Dear Georg... your marriage..."

"I'm... a little bit of a thinker."

The reason for this difficulty is that there is nothing I can do about it in person or around me.

"Thinking......?

"Oh, what, Dragnil, so..."

Speaking of this, I guess that's what she thought of herself and wondered if it would undo it.

"Dragnil... well, probably with other races, he can't have children"

"... Huh?

Georg continued, lifting his head, which he was putting on Georg's lap, and looking to Georg with a surprised look on his face.

"This... is something I haven't told anyone, not even Ferris. I couldn't even afford to think about that late...... no, this is an excuse. However, a lot of people expected me to inherit them, so I couldn't tell them inside."

I've rarely seen anyone as a paedophile before. As a result, I never thought too deeply, nor had I renounced thinking unconsciously. It would also have a thinness of instinct for the fact that it gives birth to a child, peculiar to a species that lives too long. But now it all just sounds like an excuse. So keep it in your chest.

"Nah... why...?

It was well understood that Jill's expression distorted her grief and conceived an emotion similar to a kind of despair. I'm even deeply guilty of making you look like that, but it's something I had to tell you one day.

"The true figure of Dragnil is a man or a dragon, so to speak, a dragon. This is everything."

"... ah"

I guess that explains it. Yes, it has never been funny to be able to give that answer, but Georg doesn't know if he dared to ignore it, if he didn't think of it, or if he eliminated it after thinking about it.

"I have never heard of a dragon of ancient times giving birth to a child with another race, nor of a dragnil with another race. Maybe the difference between a fetus and an egg, or something different. But at least if you think about the extremely small number of people named Dragnil, the answer comes first and foremost"

I felt sexually sad as I told myself. I intend to end my life in this city. I haven't thought about looking for other dragnils at the moment, etc. Because that means that if you don't have your own children, you can't live up to the expectations around you.

In fact, Georg doesn't even know if Dragnil is actually right in his theory that he can't have children with other races. However, there is no knowledge that children can be born, nor is there any information that children have been born with other races. I just understand that maybe it's not zero, but there's probably no question that it's infinitely close to zero. If not, because there is no explanation for the fact that there are so few species named Dragnil.

Maybe the child of the other species can do it itself simply because the birth rate of dragnyl, rather than reproduction, is too low or dragnyl is not born. But it is only speculation, and too much hope. In the first place, it is not in Georg's knowledge that the very existence of Dragnil, which has become the number (connection) with other races, is in itself. In particular, although this exists as one possibility that other races, rather than human beings, often hate and live in secluded places.

"What, if this is me alone, it may be intolerable inside, but fortunately, there are many families here. Even if it wasn't my child, it would be lovely."

That's more like telling Jill, rather than telling himself. That's what I've known since I came down to the land as a dragnil. I looked at that reality, and now it's just that.

"So, hey, I don't ask what Jill thinks of me. I want you to dedicate that feeling to someone who's not me."

I know how cruel I am. But still, I thought this would be the best way to wish her happiness.

"... ok"

So when I heard her say it, I was relieved and a little sad, though.

"I can't have children with Master Georg, I see. But...... but still!!

Keep doing that with the look of death on your face, Jill.

"I praise you, Mr. Georg..."

"... yeah, right"

Georg even has respect for her, saying so forcefully, even with tears in her eyes. I wonder how prepared you are, how brave you have been. Therefore, the half-breed answer cannot be returned.

"... no matter how much I pray, how hard I build up, how old I get, I probably can't have kids, which, as a woman, may sometimes find it hard one day, still?

"Yes... it's just that by your side, being closer than anyone else, that's all I want. I am too short lived compared to Master Georg. Supporting your life will certainly not come true. I know, and this means that I thought only of my happiness. But if you will forgive me, I will spend this life beside Georg..."

That's what she tells you with those sincere words and attitudes that are like prayer. Even then, Georg could not refuse her.

"............... ok"

Georg put his arms together and leaned down for a while before.

"Often, I need time"

Face up, say a word, that's what I said.

"I don't want to make excuses, but it's a sudden story. I have a lot on my mind, too. So for a while, I need time. I don't know when, tomorrow, a month from now, a year from now, until that time when the end of this city is to be determined to some extent, I can't dedicate my time to personal matters. When they settle down, I'll be ready too. Until then, if Jill's thoughts don't change, be sure to give him an answer. Do you mind if I do?

"... yes, neither do I expect to receive a response on this occasion right now. We are aware of Mr. Georg's busy schedule and the fact that this city is at the forefront of the moment. So even if it's a year or a decade, we'll be waiting for you."

"... then I can't talk any more about it. But now we have one more reason why we need to grow the city as quickly as possible."

That's Georg's sincerity. You can't really make her wait ten years to think of herself this far. Even if not, she's been holding that thought forever, and now she's finally revealed it.

With that in mind, it's too harsh to let them spend any more time, uncooked attitudes and answers, without doing so. I still can't make up my mind about the answer, but I can't imitate it by sweetening her to keep waiting and prolonging her time.

<... there's something about Ferris. >

They have less than a tenth of the time left to themselves, so to speak.

"Huh..."

Georg shuts up and lets Jill sleep on his knees again, stroking his head.

Just be merciful with the wishes that would be difficult now if this peaceful and happy moment lasted a lifetime...