Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

7300 people.

This is the approximate total population of the current Gardina. Actually, a little more than that.

"... yeah, I don't know why, it's a good vibe"

Georg whines alone as he walks through the market.

Normally, it's not strange that Ferris or Jill are beside him, but Ferris is now acting in a different way (I don't know Georg about Na and Ya) by saying, "You said you had a new color at Na's clothing store, so I'm going to take a look at it". Jill is normally in the middle of his duties.

It's about four months since the last increase. Presently refraining from making his next deal with the Empire, today he gave an order to all members of Parliament to "rest".

Not only that, but the congressional participants are the top of every organization, labor management as well as practicing themselves, and their busy schedule is one of the best in the city. Therefore, he, they will not try to take time off for as long as they do not rest, even if they so order. If this is due to Georg's instructions, it is a major problem, but it is difficult because he is doing so voluntarily.

If you say so, you should just rest...

In the first place, the current members of Parliament are mostly early groups. Those whom Georg himself taught letters and calculations, but who spared no effort to encourage them to study while they slept from that time on. I guess I also see my current job on that extension line.

From then on, I thought, I had the temperament of not resting unless Georg told me to "rest". I think that's all I enjoy studying, and I am sincerely glad that you feel rewarded for your work, but I also want you to find other pleasures and hobbies. That said, in this city, where there is still little entertainment or preference, that is also limited.

< Almost... Almost. If formal national relations can be established with the Empire, alcohol and clothing, or the necessary materials for them, will also flow. That way, it's not that far away that a new culture will emerge in this city >

Currently, Lyudmila is making a little bit of a cleavage of subethnic exclusionist aristocracy within the Empire. Conversely, it is almost complete as far as other factions are concerned. Or was it determined that it could not be an obstacle? The collapse also preaches them on the basis of the value of this Gardina's resources, and the significance of having the presence of Georg on its side, as well as the fact that that Georg is actively providing protection for the subhuman, and the ultra-reasonable persuasion to preach profit to them by showing the gold and silver that are actually flowing from Gardina, as well as their processed products.

It is a subethnic exclusionist aristocracy and a faction that, if you correct the former, was interested in fearing the influence of the Church, and not so much within an empire where the influence of the Church is weak in the first place. If we show more advantages than the disadvantages of hostility to the Church, it can also be said that saddling is a natural flow in some ways. Rather, if we can use this as an opportunity to escape from the influence of the Church, there is no reason not to ride it. It is Lyudmila's idea, and I guess if she says so, it is Georg's view.

The cake is a cake shop. That's the most desirable thing about empires if the imperial humans can manage. Though Georg would lend a hand if that were to be difficult and as a result would have a negative impact on Gardina.

Well, that depends on the way things are going... I can't handle what's bothering me here right now.

After all, he changed his mind because it was all up to the Empire, and Georg decided to enjoy a long walk on the market.

"Ah!! Dear Georg!! How about it, it's a fruit that just came in this morning!!

"It's more fish than fruit!! Freshness is my life!! It just arrived!!

"Fish isn't expensive yet!! Than that, this textile!! It's a new color that just came out yesterday!! To your sister!!

When Georg steps into the market, it's a vibrant, bustling boulevard that looks no better than a human city. People are constantly flowing, and people are ridiculing there. Laughter echoing from the dining room. A prestigious selling complaint flying from an outdoor store.

"Mmm... not bad"

As a person with better hearing and smell, it is a somewhat noisy place to say, but still, Georg didn't hate it. I can feel the steadily growing city with my skin, my ears, my nose, my eyes, my eyes.

It's happiness that can't replace anything. A space that can be called bliss.

"Fruit... let me show you something. Fish are still poorly distributed to the population, feed them to the other residents, not to me. Textiles, but that's where Ferris is now going to see the clothes store he knows. Besides, if you let me choose a woman, it won't be a big deal."

Georg responds with a smile to the people who speak to Georg in a flamboyant atmosphere. That must have been an incredible sight for the newly arrived residents. Several were staring at their interaction with a surprised look.

Dragnill. A noble and noble species with the power to just make history by itself.

Legendary beings, who hated the depth of a person's desires, hated his lowliness, and chose to live in a secret beyond his reach.

Sometimes visiting people is the poor, the sick, the wounded. Realistic and God, who gives salvation and brings happiness to such people.

That is the perception of the people of the Empire. And from those who lived there, the sight played out in front of them equals a miracle.

Having picked up ourselves suffering from the cold, hunger, and discrimination, he created a cheap relationship with the inhabitants in the city he created and behaved as if we were his parents and brothers, so much so that we were illusioned that we might have been invited to a world like this.

But this is reality. He, who is equal to that God, turns that grin to himself, he speaks to us.

"You have an unfamiliar face at your vegetable shop. One from the Empire, may I assume?

"Ha... Ha!!

"Hmm, I hope you get used to it soon. What, all these people here are kind. In some cases, it might be better than I give you a hand. Whatever, feel free to come to me if you think there's nothing you can do about it. I don't know if I'll ever be able to fix it, but I can help, I can give you wisdom."

"Oh... such a terrible thing..."

"It's more distressing to be distracted. I want to be a family that's always beside you, not a ruler. No need to distract or care for your family. Is that what this is all about?

With that said and a grin on his face, a young man who has recently finally allowed himself to cut up one of the stores in the market by himself, tides his cheeks and gets stuck in words.

I can't return a response to words from Dragnil. I know that must be disrespectful, but the man was just distracted by the dragnill who even smiled at the way it looked and just watched gently.

That's such a reaction, like a young child seeing the ideal male statue on his father.

Eventually, until the time Georg bought one fruit and left the scene, the man ended up uttering nothing.

"Ah, welcome home, brother"

"Oh, I'm home."

When I got home, I ran into Ferris displaying apparently just bought some clothes. Not only were the new colored clothes I was talking about mixed with existing colored objects, but they weren't as wild as putting a penetration in there.

"How was it, the clothes store?"

"Yeah, because I knew there were more people. The new design will sell soon. It's not a job title that can be expanded at once, like agriculture or anything, so I guess it doesn't feel like supply is keeping pace with demand. The dye fields seem to be expanding little by little, but I can't gather seedlings in the woods because I can't get out of the city, and the textile relationship is still there."

Georg returned the words as if he was shocked with a bitter smile at Ferris, who said he was off, saying such extremely serious things.

"Ferris, isn't that a complete inspection?

"I can't help it... I've been seeing things like that lately... and people say a lot about my requests, so I have to do something about it."

With a small sigh, Georg still smiled bitterly at Ferris, who shriveled his tail and ears slightly, lowering his back next to it.

"That's all they trust, I guess. Nobody's asking me to go to the market. Well, they sell a lot of things."

"It's not natural. The point is dissatisfaction, shortage, and I'm sure no one can tell you that."

"Oh, I don't know. That's why I'm in Congress. But it's a little lonely. For a little while, you can tell me all you want."

"... Guys, I like your brother. I don't want to bother you because I like you, and I want you to see where we work hard on our own. Of course, so am I."

With that said, I lay my hands on Ferris' head, tongued out in a pranky, small way, and indulge in those ears.

"Hmph... Kiku, suddenly it's not good..."

"What, brothers and sisters skinship. And thanks to a girl who's twice as hard-working."

"Huh!?

Girl. Seeing Ferris reacting strongly to the word, Georg smiled, not saying he did it.

"I always appreciate it. Ferris has more support for me at work and in his personal life than anyone else."

"Oh... yes... what..."

Eventually, for the first time in a long time, you were tired of enjoying your holidays, and Ferris falls to the Georgian side so that you can stay put and start to sleep. Georg, who puts her head on her lap like that and continues to stroke her head, has a gentle grin.

But the expression is a little disturbing in my mind.

Ferris. It's been nearly five years since we met, my beloved sister. But, brothers and sisters, it's also true that I was just a little uncomfortable with the relationship.

Even based on the fact that you may not be able to be a child to Ferris, who has supported you so far, Jill admires you all the way through.

Now I still put up an excuse that I can't afford to spend time on sex, and postpone the answer. There is no fine dust there, such as the majesty of Dragnir, who wants but leaves the most powerful name on the continent, just one man who is indecisive.

<... that's pathetic. >

While mocking herself in her heart, she continues to stroke her sister's head.

The hustle and noise began to quiet down a little bit, at dusk in the fall.