Goblin Kingdom

[Race] Goblin

Level 72

[Class] King/Unified

[Possession Skills] "Son of Chaos Ghost Ruler", "Rebel Soul", "Roar Eating Heaven and Earth", "Sword Moving A-", "Lord of the Hegemony", "Soul of the King", "King's Heart III", "Family of the Gods", "King Dances on the Dead Line", "First Serpent's Eye", "Magic Manipulation", "Soul of the Raging Champion", "Third Chant", "Intuition of the Warrior", "Blessing of the Underworld Goddess", "Leader"

[Adoration] Goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)

[Attributes] Darkness, death

[Subordinate Demon] Hi Kobolt "Has" (Lv77) Grey Wolf "Gastra" (Lv20) Grey Wolf "Cynthia" (Lv36) Oak King "Buy" (Lv82)

[Status] "Blessings of the First Serpent" and "Guardian of the Two-headed Serpent"

On the Northern Front, or along the mountain range of the Snow God (Yugrasil), known as the Northern Border Area, it was one of the toughest battlefields in the Kingdom of Germion. The climate was harsh, with long winters of white despair and short summers being dispatched to this area, which is only marginally green, all in all there were many desolates.

The kingdom of Germion, which has gradually expanded its dominant area since the founding of its ancestor, the Demon Swordsman Germion, was only about fifty years ago to reach the mountains of the Snow God (Yugrasil).

The enemy known as Snow Ghost (Yugshiva), a peripheral tribe, had many swordsmen who had just seen themselves as gods, causing no less damage to the kingdom of Germion, which called itself a military state.

But once a hero shows up, the situation changes.

Adventurer Garand Rifenin, carrying a great sword of blue thunder that is said to bind thunderclouds in his hands. In the battle to explore the pioneering village of the border, he is an Yingjie who has ascended to the Holy Knight thanks to his truncated accomplishments exhausting four enemy chiefs.

Under his command, who became the Holy Knight, he will brilliantly lead the desolates, who could not even be made to obey by a weak-minded commander, and will take advantage in the battle against the Snowghosts.

He has been in office for only four years.

Bouncing the disadvantages until then, the battle for the Northern Border area was catching up with the Snowghosts to the point of saying they were just one step away.

The hero had a grand frown on the words of an apostle from Wang Du in his own office.

"I can't get tired of just excursions to the woods, and you want me to join you in a farewell party? Your Majesty doesn't want to end the battle on this border."

To the saintly distorted mouth of the Holy Knight Garland, the messenger also exhorts.

"I hate to say it this way, but it's still in the king's life"

"Shit!"

To the gloriously tongue-in-cheek Garland, the messenger drips his neck without changing his complexion.

"Okay. So, someone's sending you to my successor?

"No, the Northern Front remains the status quo… It is your decision that it is not important for Lord Garland to leave his post for a while, for the snow to bind their actions"

"Wow, you know what I mean. His Majesty the King."

With a low voice like a beast roaring, Garland cuts his anger to death.

Indeed, the main force of the Snowghosts should have been devastated in the four years since Garland took office. Neither did they, who boasted of their prestige as barbarians of the sword, go defeated without the great sword of blue thunder and the art of forming before the Garland.

During the winter months they also have a sluggish activity, no massive invasion or anything like that conceivable.

Sure, there's nothing wrong with Garland leaving his post. I find it frustrating that it is so obvious.

"Well, Lord Garland, we did tell you about the feast combined with the periodic report"

When he dropped off the messenger who would return his heel in a gracious manner, Garland tongued in a grumpy manner.

With orders, we have to go.

"Unpleasant, but suppose to worship the face of that Virgin again"

Garland calls his men to give instructions for the future.

"Why are you here?

In front of Garland, who tongues in frustration, a knight with light armor bound with scarlet hair. The sword in his hand is the one who slashes the royally owned sky (Vassinante). Garland asks for a yell at the appearance of the famous scarlet maiden in the alley.

"The Vice Secretary had been called to the Apostle in some way. He asked me to replace him."

Lily Orlea, who is only a Holy Knight and has not yet been recognized for her strength. She was around each front because of the Saint Knight apprenticeship. Heading south, she was coming back north again.

"Shit, well. I'm going to report to Wang Du. That's all... Oh, speaking of which, you knew that Virgin."

"What is Master Lecia?

Lily got used to Garland's shattered and rambling stories. Lately, I was able to say it back, without being afraid of what it said. And Garland also liked Lily's ability to use the Devil's Sword and kept the battlefield together from time to time.

I don't put it in words, but I was acknowledging its strength.

"Next time, I hear you're going home to the ivory tower. Damn, you're interrupting my battlefield with that!

irritating, tongue-beating.

"Okay, let's have a word."

"Am I right? Don't be weird and light. I thought you were gonna cry and ask me to take you."

"I hear about that in a letter from Lady Lecia. Now I am a knight who takes the sword for his people. I won't let you cry any more."

"Well, that's a fine idea."

Telling Lily what she needed, Garland traveled to the King's Capital.

◆ ◆ ◇

According to reports from the cave dwarves (Koro Toku), I had come to a cave not far from the fort of the abyss.

"I didn't know there was a cave in here."

After all, you can't look around every corner for yourself, so you'll have to manually create maps, etc.

What I ordered them to do was mine the ore. Or possibly, it was a local discovery.

"Take a look at this"

What was offered was a black stone. It just looks like a stone to me...

"This is quality black iron. This is the raw material for iron, and hence weapons."

I see, seeing the original material of the weapon we use is a strange emotion to remember. Various processes will be added, and they will become iron weapons and protective equipment.

"So this cave is it?

"Yes, I don't know how much."

Indeed, even if they were able to pay for iron weapons with their power, sooner or later the weapons would drain. My steel sword was sturdy too, but it broke in the end. Even with the weapon I'm using now, I get the blacksmith dwarves (Colo Dwaffle) to maintain it when I'm done using it.

Weapons are severed from consumables, but their steady supply will be needed as we fight.

"Can you look it up?

"If you'll excuse me."

"Okay, let's ask... plus one favor. Show the people of the Horse and my Goblin the process."

When the dwarves looked at each other, but nodded like they had decided to, they replied with acknowledgment.

You will need to ask from me to some extent to facilitate technical exchanges between goblins, dwarves and subhumans. At least the goblin technology is at its bottom. Because we're the ones who learn the most from him.

A black shadow crosses my head. If you accidentally looked over your head at the size of that shadow that fell to the ground, the winged Eusicaa of the winged (Halpurea) was just about to descend.

"I checked the fort, and you asked me if it was this way."

To Eusicaa, who cleverly bends his wings and gives thanks, I nod and urge the requirements. Because she can't come to me without running errands.

"The boulder story is fast. Actually, the fairies asked me to tell you something."

If the great Forni fairy tribe asks me, I guess it would be hard for me to say no as a subhuman. The rumor that they had come to deliver it as a matter of the highest priority was to inform them of the opening of the school.

"Hmm."

Eusicaa tells me the advantages of the school if she feels I'm lost.

"The King of Goblins may not be familiar with it, but school is where you can learn knowledge. Gather and apply knowledge to the best of each race, and bring it back to the race, and make use of it for their own species."

Yes, a school, it must have been something like that.

"This time it was a word from the fairies to gather a wide range of excellence, so it will be possible to enroll them from the goblins and from the end of our ore, without distinction."

Indeed, it is true that in Goblin it is another dream of dreams, such as the opening of a school. There are still many things that we do not understand about the concept of the economy that we have been teaching since the other day.

Selecting the best for now, sending them to that school, and identifying their qualities as bureaucrats, is probably one means. If goblins aren't for bureaucrats, you don't mind taking in humans, and you don't mind using either a fairy clan or a subhuman.

But isn't the extra knowledge pregnant with the risk of creating a crack in my dominance?

I'm not going to be complacent about omnipotence. You'll fail, and you'll make mistakes. Wouldn't the kind of goblins that get extra knowledge and stick it in there try to devour the kingdom from within?

No, what are you weak about?

What is it that the king puts his breasts up against with such weakness?

With my faint heart, how can a king be named after closing the Goblin's future?

I am the king. You must be named king, without shame or cowardice towards anyone.

The king is the guardian. The king is the one who leads. A king must be a form of pride.

I must be the Goblins, to my king, and to a king who can say with his breasts up.

"... would be good. Take a fairy tribe suggestion. We'll check it out soon and send it to the fairy colony. What about after the ore?

"Right. We'll take it, too. If it were to be a respectable fairy school, the clan would raise their hands and agree."

I guess it's worth it as a kind of status.

I snorted at Eusicaa laughing bitterly.

"Bye."

Drop Eusicaa dancing in the sky with buoyancy and I turn back to the anxious dwarf.

"I'll arrange for two of you young and brilliant men to be sent to fairy school."

An eye-opening dwarf squeaks at each other.

"Are you sure?

"I am the ruler who broke your settlement in Goblin, but I want to be as fair as possible. It's a loss for the future, like burying the good guys on the grounds of race."

If you ask me to continue exploring the ore, I turn my back on the dwarves.

Yes, we can't afford to keep the good guys buried.

I have seen it by decision, but the self-sufficiency of food without progress and the development of the bureaucracy necessary for the governing mechanism. There seems to be little time.

Hold on to the impatience and frustration, I returned to the fort of the abyss.

◆ ◆ ◇

In the king's capital of the kingdom of Germion, the touch that Lecia would return to the ivory tower had also been circulated early with the approval of King Ashtar.

Even the clergy knew the story to the merchants who set up the outdoor shops, to the citizens who worked all over the city, and to the martial arts officers. Naturally, the story had been heard in the ears of Meer Dora, who was outpacing the paste of the day in the Glades (slums).

The boys and girls she feeds count ten. Previously, he had dyed his hands against burglaries and such, but since Lecia stopped by before heading to the woods, he had started to change his mind and look for a legitimate job.

One of the most earned of these is Meal, known by two names as "sorcery killer”.

Being in the yakuza profession of adventurer and the like was silent to Lecia, but a bit of a hero among those boys and girls.

The children, who had finished their day's work and had returned exhausted from Kukta, were forced to surround themselves with meals and bedtime, usually even as soon as possible, by pulling the meal back from the work of the adventurer.

"Lecia, sister... I heard you were leaving"

To the sinking voice, their feelings appeared plausible.

"It's what Lady Lecia decided. Wouldn't you have a choice?

Meal turns to persuade, but she looks out of her mind and denies her words.

"I don't know if we can do anything about it. Sister Meal would have handed it to you as an adventurer."

"You're forced to. He said he was an adventurer."

Having said that, she is obsessed with breaking up with Lecia herself as she is.

"... so what do you want me to do?

Sigh and offer a small hair clasp to the asking meal, as you have decided.

"We have a gift for you. I want you to give this to your sister, Lecia."

I would have bought it at an outdoor store, and it was a substitute that I could tell was cheap at a glance made by processing glowing seashells.

"Lady Lecia is getting a lot of gifts from the great people of the country."

Sigh, boy.

"Besides, if you ask me as an adventurer, I need a reward"

Living in an orphanage, they're very painful when they're out in the public. That was what Meal experienced through herself. They dared to be harsh because they themselves would be in trouble if they could now show all their sweet faces and not be able to distinguish what they could from what they could not.

"... Mi's important, your friend though. I'll give you this."

What was offered was a thin dirty bear stuffed animal. I've cherished that since I was a little girl, and I'm sure her mood to offer it to you is full of it. Tears at the sight, and as Meal stares at Minana, who is about to cry now, the other children surround her, offering each of them something they care about, and pleading desperately.

When he exhales deeply again, he brutally strokes the head of the boy who will tear his eyes and receives a hair fastening.

"... well, I'll do something about it"

Nodding and getting up from the chair, Meal leaves the orphanage, letting them promise to go to bed early.

She was not anxious herself. Whether or not Lecia will take this as a fulfillment. But Meal needs to meet Lecia for the children he has prepared.

An adventurer's handout.

Few people know each other intimately because they are silent among adventurers. I think of the faces of some people I know. but the most powerful wierds cannot be expected because they have moved to different regions.

Lesia needs to break into the castle more than she is virtually under house arrest.

"It would be the worst sentence..."

Even as he pounded his tongue, his strength seemed to boil from the back of his chest.

"Those kids' wishes, they have to come true."

Meal ran out of the wind through the city at night.

◆ ◆ ◇

The huge ballroom was home to leading figures from all over the country.

Leading merchants, clerics, nobles, bureaucrats, and samurai, royalty. Arranged before them, which holds the power of the country, are a host of luxurious dishes. An aromatic wine whose price per bottle is also comparable to the monthly income of ordinary people. The musicians held by the court add flowers with a gentle performance.

Those who are allowed to attend the feast hosted by the king may say that they will represent each class. Compete for Huami and work to exchange information. In the absence of so much development of what is called the court, representatives of each class use their feast seats to explore their interests and the weaknesses of others.

The glamorous appearance was a quiet battleground fishing for rotten meat.

and a glimmer of wind blows in its precipitated air.

"His Majesty the King, and His Holiness the Virgin Lecia Fer Zier!

The samurai will raise their voices and the King's presence will be informed at the venue. I am greeted with applause and twirling. Slightly, besides frowning, the usual faceless Lecia takes a seat alongside the king.

"I don't mind, enjoy the feast but it's good"

To the voice of the King of Dignity, the musicians resume playing. At the same time, when the feast was resumed and greeted the king, the flow was then gradually formed from the great nobility with the flow of greeting Lecia.

Within not finishing a single greeting to King Ashtar and Lecia, the voice of the squire sounds again.

"Lord Galand Rifenin, the Holy Knight!

Participants. Smile on your face and thoughts on your belly at the advent of the hero Garland, hailed as compared to the heroes of ancient and present times, and they applaud Garland.

Without changing his expression, Garland slips between them, kneels when he reaches before the king, and makes a report.

"From the Northern Front, we are now back. His Majesty King Ashtar."

"It is dauntless. The food is ready, so enjoy the banquet."

"... sweet for your words"

The more even the aristocrats fall in love, the softer they turn their heels back, the more they retreat from before the king and come before Lecia.

"It's been a while. Virgin, you look well, more importantly."

"Yes, and Master Garland."

Just exchanging words, they went away, and again Lecia and Garland were swarmed with those who sought to gain that knowledge.

At the end of the whole greeting and where I took my seat to take a break, a merchant of some day was waiting for me at Lecia's. A nobleman would weigh himself down because it is a feast hosted by a king.

Also, if you're old merchants rooting for the Wang capital, you care about decency and still weigh in. However, the merchant was a growing merchant of newcomers who had recently emigrated from neighbouring countries.

Without even expressing Lecia's ruthlessness, he holds her back and keeps talking to her. Lecia was just frowning at the man in front of her who kept talking even though she only replied a word or two back.

She also had to withstand the sight of the merchant Lecia while we were talking. Come on, Lesia. I was thinking about yelling at you. It was Garland who broke in there.

"Excuse me, may I borrow the Virgin's Palace for a moment?

Lecia narrows her eyes as if even the frigid could see the garland coming in, broken by a smile. But the merchant with his gaze was not the other way around. Garland's eyes aren't laughing as cold as a bottom.

To that intimidation as if it were dealing with a mighty warcraft, the merchant felt the fat sweat gushing out of his whole body.

"Oh, yeah... of course!

The merchant, unable to afford to pay attention to the voice to turn back, disperses and Garland reaches out to Lecia.

"Hands, Virgin."

Slightly, checking the surrounding gaze, almost all gaze is focused on them. Pushing and killing the inner grid, she holds Garland's hand.

"You don't have a weapon today."

At least throw a disgust at the counterattack, but Garland only distorted the edge of his mouth and laughed slightly.

Dare to ignore the daring surroundings and the two go outside the venue.

As soon as possible, Lecia pays Garland's hand.

"What are you going to do?

"Come on, don't you ever pay someone else's kindness without a bottom?

As soon as possible, Lecia narrows her eyes to Garland's attitude of throwing away the cat she had been wearing earlier.

"... well fine. I just had some errands to tell you about Lily."

"Mr. Lily's? What do you mean?"

Garland laughs, making sure Lecia's expression goes in silently. Lecia, who perceived it, tries to remove her faceless expression with a frown.

"Well, it's no big deal. Your time as a knight was the happiest time of my life."

Betrayed Lecia's expectations, wary of being able to throw a spicy word at her, the word Garland conveyed felt like Lily's true words.

"... is that right?"

Garland claps better at Lecia dropping her shoulders.

"Oh, my God, I thought you were gonna tell me not to lie."

Lecia waves her head, grinning sadly.

"I am proud to say that I can tell about people's lies… Thank you, Holy Knight, for your generosity"

Garland dropped off Lecia's back as she walked away, tongue-in-cheek.

It was Garland who returned to his feast seat, but he was in no mood to enjoy a heartfelt feast.

"... Hmm, the Holy Knight Hall"

Upon duly listening to the words of the nobleman's obedience, Garland took a single seat.

─ ─ 164 days to rematch against humans