Goblin Kingdom

Further east from the Eastern Shrine countries is a small group of nations. In the east, with Fenice, a small nation that protects the fairy clan, Graglio, the Iron Kingdom Elpha and others, was home to the Flying to Blood Alliance (Klan) Freedom (Elks).

Three Puels, who had entered one of the countless small countries, had stopped at a corner off the main road.

With a strange odor poking his nose, Puell puts his feet forward that are about to tremble.

"Um, Mr. Puell..."

The boy and girl who ended up helping in the Shreddinist country had come all the way here about Puel.

"... Lou, I'm sorry, can you tell me what I see?

Because a frozen voice painted a reality behind an invisible eyelid that you don't want to admit?

The girl tries to open her mouth in confusion, but the words get tangled up in her throat in that tragedy.

"Um, but... Shrei, no"

As troubled as he nearly cries, the boy mouths a painful sight as he turns his gaze to his childhood friend next door.

"It looks like baking. Terrible."

There were no more words. In the boy's vocabulary, he was not sure he would accurately convey the tragedy in front of him, nor did he think he could convey it again.

I haven't grown up this far seeing only beautiful things with boys. As much as the wave of unrest would take away even his little happiness, he smudged and knew.

But if it's a good idea to tell Puel the sight in front of him, or there's so much to get lost in.

The liquor store, once supposed to be busy, burns down unbroken, leaving a lingering finish of fireworks everywhere. In the corner of the back street, the place of memories where Puell was supposed to have had a drink with his buddies had already disappeared.

I guess nothing has been restored or done yet, what Puell feels is the burnt smell of buildings and people. If that doesn't belong to her people, why can you say it all?

And the sight in the eyes of the boy and the girl was even more sour.

To a body that was thrown down, a spear that stood.

The number of necks exposed is not one or two.

The baking and the boy told him, but that's not accurate. Fortunately, the boy thanks God that the respectable man who took care of him was blind and good without having to see that sight close to the massacre.

"Why, like this..."

The boy thinks and even looks around, wondering if this will be allowed all over town. To the boy's gaze, those who were eager to see what was going on around him panicked to lay down their gaze.

The boy thought he was frightened.

The more lawlessness passes all over the city, the more powerful is the man who did the work.

"Touri...... L'Itagne......"

It excites itself, which is likely to sit back, and Puell calms her feelings. I couldn't help but turn my mind around and I wasn't going to move on.

Even if the flight to freedom lost the battle with the Red King, it should never have meant that so far... they would burn down Azit, etc.

Pioneering strife between blood allies is certainly something that takes place over the lead in the development of demons.

But it's not like pushing your opponent's blood alliance to collapse. At least, that would already fall within the boundaries of war, not pioneering strife, etc.

The flight to freedom should have been on a considerable scale, even among small and medium-sized blood alliances.

It's just hard to think that it was all done. Then there must be survival, and Puell is forced to switch his mind.

You have to be careful if you were still in a state of conflict with the Red King's blood alliance. It's hard to think that a flight to freedom is losing unilaterally, but if it's been ambushed, it could be temporarily evading.

We have to look for survival first...... and.

"... Shrei, Lou Thank you so much for everything"

"Huh?"

"But, Mr. Puell"

Kind they felt it was not a good idea to leave Puel alone here. But I feel Puell's willingness to reject it and wonder if I can mention it.

That's why Puell walks out with his back to them. We've traveled together so far, but it sucks to get them involved.

"From now on, it will be a battle for our people. It's none of your business."

Far from the soft voice that always touched them, Puell says goodbye in a cold voice.

Follow her back as she walks out, or while she was lost, Puell's figure disappeared into the mess.

◇ ◇ ◆

Among kings, there is usually no high-ranking literary officer in the line.

It's just King Ashtar on the throne and a saintly knight with his head hanging.

"... we're hearing defeat in the west."

"Punishment is in our own hands, but treat our men generously."

Galand, bowing his head in remorse, grips his fist on the carpet.

"The threat to the west has not yet been removed. Someone has to calm this down."

"Ha."

Gowen Raneed, who was protecting the West, was already dead, as was Gene Marron, who was expected to be the next knight, again in the West Forest.

Garland is the only one who survives the retrieval of the Virgin.

King Ashtar stares at Garland in his fallen orbit. Feeling that gaze, Garland couldn't even say no. This defeat shakes the position of Garland that we have built up so far. No wonder he was punished as a general of defeat.

"I will make sure to remove the disaster in the west."

"I expect"

Upon returning to the room given to him for himself, Garland, who had exited from among the kings, struck down the wall thoughtfully.

"... fuck you!

Repositioning from north to west. That was synonymous with the fact that we had to give Lily the credit for the battle in the North, which we will see complete in one more step.

In the Kingdom of Germion, the Holy Knight leads the army to consolidate the East, West and North. The status of the Holy Knight of the Kingdom of Germion was synonymous with that of the ruler of a huge territory, at the same time being the supreme force of the army.

Win your own given territory with your own soldiers. So pay attention to the management of your territory, and pay close attention to the soldiers you lead. Since the method of gathering is optional for its Holy Knight, it is also possible to borrow from the King, but most of them, become recruits.

Gowen hired a local boy as a soldier. An adventurous legend, Garland drew in brilliant adventurers and mercenaries. Seavala is bringing soldiers from her own territory. They fight because of their discretion and their ability to lead soldiers to expand their territory.

That was the military system that would make the Kingdom of Germion a powerful nation.

What is now called the great nobility of the kingdom is many who have edged on the Holy Knight a generation ago.

But there's one pit. If you commit gross negligence, lack of strength, or if the King receives you and causes you to change your area of responsibility, you may not receive the territory you are given as a credit.

The Kingdom of Germion is a huge nation in the western part of the continent.

The dominant region is no less than the male Shrug nation in the central part of the continent. But it was also natural that if the dominant areas became vast, that would make the difference between regions.

Borders and big cities. In the Kingdom, the ratio is highly biased.

The West, which suffers from demons, and the North, where the barbarians are sitting, are a periphery, and the South, which has a flourishing deal with the Shrine State, with a group of free cities, has many ratios of large cities.

If we can end the border crusade and get territory to the south and east, Garland will have no regrets either. Because of the tax revenues on transactions and the large number of people themselves, commerce develops and there are many revenues that can be expected.

But if that becomes both pioneering and half-bound, all the effort Garland has ever spent will belong to his successor. In particular, this time Garland was ordered to reposition himself from the north to the west.

The territory that Gowen was supposed to have cut open is now a demonic nest.

Garland had to recruit from scratch and take back the West.

Fortunately, I hear that some of those who have flown from the West have fought under Gowen's command. Wildlings following him and fugitives from the West.

From among them, we must create a new Western army.

"With this, I won't lose. Goblins... I'll kill you."

Garland was burning further hostility to the goblins.

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The boundaries between the area controlled by the King of Goblin and the Kingdom of Germion have not been clarified. Speaking of where you dare draw the border line, it would be the Cinctaa hills where a group of fortifications are built on the side of the Kingdom of Germion.

The number of fortifications erected to protect the streets leading to the Wang capital counted eight, and by combining multiple small fortifications, they were made mutually supportive of each other's fortifications.

But it's not like there's no hole in the surveillance network.

A large northern detour makes it possible to easily cross the border. There is no way to keep soldiers on all the borders of the Goblins and the Kingdom of Germion, but to focus on where they are.

Breaking that alert, a pair of shadows invaded the ruling area of Goblin from the side of the Kingdom of Germion.

"... man, you finally fell out"

The man laughed invincibly as he watched the bonfires of the group of fortifications far from the forest at night. It's a high voice for a man, and it feels slight somewhere.

"It's about not being alarmed. If you want to live."

With a low, rusty voice, the other man answers.

The hooded pair of shadows narrowed their eyes as they gently proceeded through the woods to confirm the farsighted warcraft.

"As soon as we're out of the human realm, this is it"

"... although I don't like futile strife"

To the man slapping lightly, the other man asks about the Warcraft. If it does not seem to be noticed, it is one hand to ignore it and pass through.

Kill your breath and carefully make an intermission with the Warcraft. The pair go through the woods.

"I've finally come to a position where I can see the West Capital... isn't this a bad idea?

……

Through the woods, go further and exit to the plains. There's no place to hide because the tall grass grows. It was therefore natural for them to be in crisis.

"You guys are human, right?

The two intruders are trying to keep their backs together and erase the blind spots, but the surrounding goblins were pulling a dagger out of their hands and packing my distance.

To the blue goblin question, they get a weapon planted in their nostalgia.

"If you resist, you can't forgive me"

What do you do, ignore the man with the high voice who speaks in a whisper.

"One, I want to ask you a question"

What I asked was a man with a low voice.

"Does the head of your flock have the weight to listen?

The assassination of Gi Ji Arsil, the head of the goblins that were about to strike, stops the besieged goblins and asks about the intruders.

Surrounded by so many goblins, yet now is the time of God's reign at night. If you're a human opponent, Gi Ji has the confidence to never lose.

"Ask my king about the measure, whatever it is that you have in man and not in our King, and there can be no such thing."

To a man with a low voice who shuts up, the hurried opponent lifts up his voice and raises his hands.

"Come on, we're here to negotiate!

"Negotiate?

Gi Ji listens to them because they are convinced of their advantage. That was because Gi Ji had many opportunities to be ordered by the King to gather information. Gi Ji is interested in what humans say and do, who often become the spikes of Goblin's army and explore the surroundings of the enemy.

Whatever it was, it was because the king was taught that he was asking for information to be obtained from his actions.

"That's right. We're here to negotiate with your chief. So stop attacking me."

"What negotiation?

"... we'll talk about it after we meet your king"

To the words of a man with a low voice, Gi Ji nods.

"Fine. Then I will restrain you and bring you forth before my king."

"Whoa!"

"Capture him!"

Ignoring one of them, who doesn't even try to hide his haste, one of the goblins comes from them, following Gi Ji's orders, to take the weapon away.

"I don't mind. Take it."

A man with a low, rusty voice, on the other hand, hands his weapon to Goblin without hesitation.

"Whoa! It's important. Take care of yourself."

I reluctantly follow one of them.

Surrounded by the assassination unit of Gi Ji Arsil, the two intruders were taken to the king.

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The group of free cities in the south of the Kingdom of Germion is currently in the midst of a civil war.

Religiously speaking, the north clusters around Kushinism and the south clusters around the god of hot sand (Ashnathan). If you look at lifestyle differently, the south developed around trade across the desert and the north developed around agriculture.

It was from the threat of the Kingdom of Germion in the north that they were united, originally on different foundations of the economy. The kingdom of Germion, which has risen with demon swords and powerful military power since the very beginning of its founding, has expanded its forces by driving away demons in the west, driving away barbarians in the north and plunging several cities in the group of free cities in the south.

Cities that have fuelled a sense of crisis and some kingdoms will form an offensive alliance with each other to take the form of the present group of free cities.

At its centre were three urban states and two kingdoms.

The kingdom of Erlane, with both trading and agriculture as its main industries, as it is on the border between the southern desert and the green areas.

Puena, an urban state that made up wealth in transactions, mainly in the southern desert oasis.

A labyrinth city cane on the edge of the southern desert.

Kurtidians, the home of northern Kushinites, the urban state.

Fatina bordering the northern kingdom of Germion.

Of these, the Kushins, the protagonists of one of the civil wars, hold the Kurtidians and Fatina in their hands. They were both large cities with a population of 300,000, and were said to have a population of one million if they were included up to other settlements they could follow.

Pope Benem Nemsch asks about the gap between the south and the north.

Meanwhile, in the southern major countries, the kingdom of Erlane is in a whirlpool of confusion, draining its power with the Kushinites and the followers of Ashnathan who hold it inside. The labyrinth city of cane, even with its financial resources, lacks as much power as it can conjugate the south because of a nation that originally pursued convenience around its adventurers.

Puena, the remaining urban state, had just been stood by a young princess after the death of the old king.

The missing south of the disputable will initially be subjected to the invasion of the northern Kushin crowd, unilaterally. Before the overwhelming forces of the Kushins, the small southern cities surrendered without fighting.

The surrendered city tasted the misery of saying that it would weigh taxes and squeeze its wealth, but the resisted city presented an even more tragic situation of attributing each city to dust.

From those who fled, the southern cities heard of the situation and opened their eyes to surprise and held a meeting to gather representatives from all countries.

While there was a threat of the Germion kingdom to the north, none of them believed it, such as causing a civil war.

Having regrouped the alliance in the form of an alliance to counter the Kushins, and calling it the alliance of Ashnathan, they decide to march against the Kushins in the north while the central forces remain lacking.

In the kingdom of Erlane, the Blood Alliance (Klan) Red King (Red King), who succeeded in expelling the Kushins, had joined the Ashnathan Alliance in the form of saying that he would be responsible for a wing of the weakened kingdom of Erlane.

The kingdom of Erlane, the Red King who wiped out the Kushinites of its neighbour Windsdam, will take the form of proof of his high strength as a mercenary.

Its forces, headed by its allied lord Brandika, gradually become something that cannot be ignored within the South.

"Thank you for the smoke."

"Well, nothing in the upper echelons of the country changes that much anywhere"

Brandika nods at the words of a young man wrapped around the costume of a desert people.

A giant man stroking his rich red hair to his total hair is juggling alcohol with a young man pinching a table.

The atmosphere that drifts from the whole body doesn't look like just a drunk or drunk when you drink strong liquor all at once without shards of tension. The cleanliness of the clothing is maintained, but the outfit is not particularly luxurious. A used breastplate or outfit that might work as a skilled adventurer if you look only at boots.

Surrounded, as usual, are the blood allies of the Red King.

"Well, I'm not a bad person."

While sipping alcohol, what Brandika remembers was the state of the Ashnathan Alliance meeting. No country hated the depletion and expense of war power and was not a substitute for what could be called a conference. Just remembering makes bitter liquor even bitter.

"I'm not going to say anything to the Lord but you."

Scholarly white skinned youth speak out in a tone that gives them a strong sense of will.

"As long as you're happy to be expected to be that talented."

To Brandika, who laughs bitterly, the young man makes his eyes hard to argue with.

"That's overrated. Because I have a surname and a name called Carlion Quinn Kirks."

"Well, let's make that up to you... so, Carlion. Is it okay if we keep going?

"Yeah, I'm sending a messenger here to what has power in Erlane, and now I think we should be thorough with the static. We're sending them to a blind spot with a blood alliance of cane."

"Erlane's General Kanash gave me a colorful reply"

That is all the female warriors of the beautiful Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome) who descended from the ceiling without sound.

"Oh, Sale."

Hmm, arm in arm. Brandika looks up at the liquor store ceiling. Is the future to grasp drawn ahead of your gaze? Or a battlefield wet in blood.

"There was one guy at the meeting who cared."

"You're the princess of Puena. It's 19 years old... if there are any sights, is that the position?"

"The young knights who held back on both sides had a pretty good face."

To Brandika, who smiles like a lion, the Salé of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome) remembers an emotion close to awe.

An attitude that had calmly looked over the meeting in an attempt to bring together countries that claimed only their own interests. Above all, the sides that made me feel the height of the temper through a single core were beautiful.

"... by the way, Carlion"

With a serious look sometime, Brandika turns back to Carlion.

"What is it?

Brandika is really unusual to say to Carlion about posturing correctly.

"... do you think that princess is the type to lose weight?

"... if my eyes are right, quite"

……

"It's the eye of the king's talent. Believe it!"

A striking kick of a female warrior of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome) struck him with a great deal of glare at Brandika. At the end of his gaze like he saw the trash of Sale, he had the appearance of a big, flipping man.