Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Oh, welcome!!

"You just got here three days ago, don't exaggerate..."

"No, no, if I could meet Lord Stanford, I would, and I would be waiting for you for a thousand autumn thoughts!!

"You're a man who can't get away with it either..."

Built on the border with the Empire, in the Commander's Office there, Georg and Rasheed were visiting to meet for their next deal and to ascertain the status quo between the Empire and the Dinants.

"So let's start with the next deal."

"Ha, that said, this doesn't make a big difference from the other day's deal. The number is 5336. In addition to the National Army, this protection will be accompanied by about 2,400 private soldiers and sons of newly aligned aristocrats."

"Hmmm... are the sons and daughters of that nobleman good enough to just look at the deal?

"Yeah, that's what I'm asking. but that's probably pre built. You may be thinking about visiting Lord Stanford's city or making friendships with Lord Stanford. None the less, the nobles are well outdone by His Majesty and our army. We will spare no effort to secure our future rights."

"Hmm, what else? But does Lyudmila understand the legitimacy of being friends with us instead of nobles?

"That, of course. I seem to have bought some objection to the fact that we have proceeded without the nobility of such an important and highly hidden project, but it is a difficult story to deal with. We had to spread the word poorly and avoid passing it on to other countries, so we could say things strongly. Even if it's not, people are muttering creatures. The nobility that accompanies you this time is limited to His Majesty's trustworthy... but not even his private soldiers."

"... well, there's a way. I understand the need for that. You can't just rely on Lyudmila and Rasheed forever. Not to mention the size of the deal, which can be hidden everywhere."

"That's true... I thought it was inevitable that this would be the occasion for Lord Stanford to pass on among the domestic aristocrats... even outside the country..."

The look on Rasheed's face makes me worried. What that concern means is that Georg is also well aware of it. It is only a matter of time before spies from other countries perceive it and transmit it to their own countries, if the story is spread to the nobles, to their families, to their inhabitants, to the merchants.

"Sure, much earlier than I expected as a time. Hopefully, a few more years...... I wanted to keep it a secret for at least two or three years, but I'm not saying that either. I still intend to make the best choice then. If the result is this, there is no other way to spoil and accept and make the best choice in a corresponding way… time is finite, and visit and leave equally to everyone. I can't tell you not to look at the past or the present, but the future keeps coming, and stopping is unacceptable."

"Cheng Cheng...... No, I'm impressed. If you think about it so deeply, there are things that need to be spoken out."

"No, no one like Rasheed has been so reliable as an ally, who has lived for a long time in the shallow wisdom of youth creation, combining experience and knowledge in that body and achieving results with achievements"

"Ohh...... Ohh!! Giving such excessive words, the ultimate in joy!! It's an honor!!

It is this tension as soon as it is lifted. It would not be difficult to imagine that Georg had a bitter smile in his heart.

"What, I will continue to rely on you... well, sooner or later, let's reward that hardship in some way. Do you want anything?

Lyudmila will give you some kind of reward, but I think it's too painful to give you anything.

"Nah...... if it is!! Whatever!! Whatever the weapon made by Lord Stanford...... aye, it doesn't have to be just the weapon, it can be anything that Lord Stanford himself has handled!! Can't I give you something?

It is Georg who would have inadvertently taken a step, or two, back to Rasheed, who shines his eyes as if he were a child hung in front of him with candy balls, and draws his face closer to this even with few of its harsh scars.

"Well... well. Well... let's give it a hand."

Georg always appears wearing armor when visiting this fort. That's because we're all in the military here, and in short, we're talking TPO. Then, remove its hand from both arms and offer it to Rasheed. I told Lyudmila before that I cannot give her armor that I made, but that is only because I purify the iron with high purity, and in case something happens that will reproduce it.

What Georg is wearing now is a change in his own scale, which is almost impossible to obtain from that material in the first place and which cannot be reproduced. And considering that there is also the possibility of dissatisfaction with a medal inferior to that of a knight who is a subordinate. Besides, whole-body armor won't affect a lot of people if it's just your hands.

If this is all over your body, you can have an invincible old soldier who can neither pass the approximate magic nor attack. That said, each part of the armor is adapted to Georg's physique, which would be impossible, for example, to dress.

If you have a hand, its interior is a rubber-like material that has been converted from a soft pterygoid membrane, and can be used without problems if there is a slight difference.

"Here, here. This is ah!!

Rasheed, so excited, receives the handshake with his trembling hand.

"If I insist, Dragon Scale's Hand, shall I say? I'm old enough to say I'm still thriving. In case anything happens, that's no other HR for me either. I hope I can protect myself at all."

And after saying that, Georg noticed Rasheed's anomaly.

He looks all the way down, kneeling to hold his hand against his chest and letting his whole body tremble in small pieces.

"............... Rasheed?

While I somehow have a bad feeling about it, I speak up. But still, I never look up. I wondered about the boulder, as soon as that happened.

Pi...

And, in the hand of silver, I saw the red droplets fall.

"... oh, hey. Rasheed......?

"... in my lifetime... a piece of... no remorse..."

"Ma!?

Rasheed falls on his back, bleeding out of that nose with such a wonderful smile that it's hard to describe, whining a line like he heard somewhere. But in his chest, his hands are tightly held.

"So... who isn't there!! Who!! Hygienist!!

Inside the fort, Georg's voice echoes.

In jeopardy, Georg, who nearly stabbed Todome himself, later went to Lyudmila to obtain his ex-post consent for the medal, where he received some novels (such as sarcasm about not being able to prepare equivalent medals in the Empire), which he would regret for a while.

By the way, Rasheed recovers safely after this, but whenever he sees a hand that he didn't let go on his arm, he smiles disgustingly, slightly from his surroundings...... no, he was drawn to the layers.