Goblin Kingdom

During the Pope of the Holy City of Cruditian, home of the Kushinites. With a serene expression, there is the figure of the Virgin Mira watching the meeting. In that brain, he was listening to the leading men and working out future measures. That is also due to reports coming in from Fatina without punishment that the Royal Erlane Army has come forward.

That number's 15,000.

If you're serious about dropping the Cruditian, it's scarce, but if you just lay siege to it, march with a sufficient number of soldiers. Mira's mood grew acceleratingly worse with the information brought to her where internal spy hunting was also generally getting satisfactory results.

Worst of all, the kingdom of Germion in the north has not stopped moving, and the goblins on the west are still asking about the Kushin gap while retaining their power. In a situation where everywhere was full of enemies, Mira's head was troubled by the question of whether it would be possible to play a long cage castle battle.

Ming Min she is drawing half-conclusions.

But that's unacceptable because it's blasphemy to a trusted subordinate with humiliation. Who would like it and be able to decide that their country is weaker, etc.

The Royal Erlane Army, which is coming out of Fatina this time, has lined up its siege weapons to show that it will attack the Cruditians in any way. Mira wondered if the signs were real.

The spies of the Red King, who nestles inside the kingdom of Erlane, were excellent. Those inside the Cruditian say that they have eliminated almost everything as far as they know, but they do not show as much agitation as the hairs and let them look for the inside of the Red King.

Thinking of the last out-of-the-box battle, the aim is still the border area or Puena territory, not the Cruditian. But she has no basis to supplement it. In the absence of a cut if you doubt it, she keeps silence without giving an answer. Without such a blind eye to her, the Kushin elites exchange arguments as they spit.

What they are flourishing to debate is whether to fight the kingdom of Erlane or not. As a battle, cage castle or strike out? If we do not fight, where will we find a compromise? A party that manages to make things easier in a way that does not harm its own interests as much as possible, and a party that wants to use this as an opportunity to gain influence. The former are the bishops and the cardinals, while the latter are the military. Whether exceptions exist or not, those with strong connections to the military, even if they are cardinals, may be in the latter party.

Their argument, which sees no conclusion, will pinch the break in a word by Mira.

Being the pope and Virgin, who wholeheartedly gathers the overwhelming instructions of the people and the support of the army against which it is based, she slammed herself into the bed thoughtfully when she took the pillow, in the bedroom she entered for a break.

"Too barren...... oh, no more! I don't have time for this!

Modestly, I hear a knock from the other side of the door, and to the voice of Villain de Zulu I ask, Mira gives permission by voicing her lady.

Now that I'm in the room, Villain, who sees a pillow thrown on the bed unconstitutionally, is about to sigh. Mira, who watched it, fell from her back into bed as she forced the door to close.

"I can't do it anymore... let's skewer those old men and line them up in the street"

"Ma'am, I don't know where you bought the story, but the quality will be questioned..."

"I'm talking about the princess of war in the Shreddinist country. It's lovely. I'd love to call you my sister."

"Your daughter will definitely stop because they are annoying you"

"... what do you care, Bill, you're so tight"

"It is the gift of my lord Kaoru."

Hmm, and when he gets up with his nose ringing, Mira walks to Villain, who doesn't move from the front of the door. With Mira's footsteps approaching, there was something cold floating on Villain's back, and by the time he could get here in front of him, even his gaze was swimming somewhere. He doesn't like women, he desperately keeps himself under control.

"... Hey, Ville. You think you can win?

To the girl's thin voice, Villain forgets her own sexuality. He responds with the utmost kindness to himself who does not have the skill to respond.

"We will do our best."

"Your father said something, didn't he?

"... Your Majesty is always worried about your daughter. If you get tired, come home..."

"Fool."

Unable to gaze at the leaning girl, Villain maintained upright immobility.

"... tens of thousands of people die in my decree. You knew it, but you didn't."

The fist of the gripping girl trembles.

"The lady is kind. That kindness alone will save the faithful. Follow the path of faith."

"If I order a massacre, will you obey?

"... you are the only one in my Lord. I will give my life with all my loyalty."

"Thanks...... just for a moment, forgive me for being weak"

Leaning against the tall Villain's chest, Mira takes plenty of two breaths. As she does so, she trumps her weak thoughts, freshens up and leaves the room behind.

"Villain de Zulu. It is a fate. Lead the soldiers and consolidate the outside among the popes."

"... Ha!

That day, a dispute broke out inside the Cruditian over small powers. A case arose in which four combined Cardinals and Bishops, who failed to obey the Pope's orders, were sentenced to death by their families after confiscation of their property. The leading Kushinites will tremble and look up to the Pope, who smiles gracefully in the supreme seat, with the gaze of fear.

Mira, who will be called under the two names "Bleeding Queen” along with the name ”Virgin", may be said to have been born at this time. She opens her mouth to the trembling powerful before the bodies of the three Cardinals tragically murdered among the Popes.

"Send a messenger to the demons that unite the border areas. Meet the Alliance."

"Hey, what a fool!

A pious Kushin bishop rises, eating bubbles.

"They are the enemy of the former Pope!

"Okay, let's hear it. Can we have an equal alliance with the kingdom of Erlane or Germion, or Puena, or no?

In the present situation, which can also be described as herdsmanic, we have to cross a rather dangerous bridge if the Kushin side is to survive. The kingdom of Erlane and Puena, whose cracks are determined by jihad, as an alliance. The kingdom of Germion, where feuds and resentment have stained the bone marrow for decades. Neither of those things would have been possible if the alliance had been concluded without much leeway.

No resentment has ever been set up from the Kushin side against the Goblin forces in the remaining peripheral areas that killed the former Pope. If we survive the death of the former Pope, there's nothing we can't tie. What was in Mira's brain, moreover, was a fair governance situation that she didn't think was goblin.

If the Border Lords are standing around well, that's convenient. The Virgin thinks they can do it and they can't do it themselves. If, in the unlikely event that a goblin is committed to such governance, it is no longer a goblin in her knowledge.

As someone new, she just needs to recognise.

"You don't need that! God protected, our army can't lose!

The murmur mixes with her thoughts. To its unpleasant voice and content, she shrugged as she nearly attracted her face and desperately kept it in the form of a grin.

"… so Benem's youngest father died, causing immense damage to the people"

"As many as the people..."

In the middle of the word she raises her hand. An armed villain-led soldier seizes an exasperating bishop. She nods to Villain, who asks for permission with her gaze.

"Kill."

To the voice of Villain, the soldiers follow faithfully to make the fourth corpse.

"This is what you did, you lost your sanity!?

To the General who speaks up, Mira turns only a cold glance.

"No, I'm not pathetic enough to surrender myself to madness. I'll ask you, General. Are there any of our people in line for the warriors of the Sacred Knight who preach?

"Oh, that's..."

"I'll ask you over and over. The Lord of the Red King, Brandica, fell our Fatina with only 2,000 soldiers. Is there anything in my people that has the bravery to line it up?

Without a word, the general's gaze is poured on Villain.

"... Villain de Zulu, also known under. I thought he was the bravest of our people."

Mira smiles at the General who moves his mouth bitterly.

"I like the honest ones. Then ask Villain. Can you stand alongside a warrior, a holy knight, or a king of red?

"Many fears will answer. It's impossible for me to reach them right now."

"But that's why they die."

"Shut up, you!

Everyone who was on the spot usually glances at a quiet villain.

"Who risked your life to save you when you were attacked by the kingdom of Erlane!?

When I take the paperwork out of my nostalgia, it sprinkles over the corpse like I throw it away.

"These are even inferior to the dogs who forget their righteousness and plot to drag them down from their seats!

When the fearful general picked it up, it was a pledge to commit a dirty conspiracy with the blood of the dead. There are indeed four names that have just been slaughtered and killed.

"So, really?

Mira blinks and returns only a nod to the general who sees the four slaughtered and killed.

"What a terrible thing..."

The General's grunt was a common perception of the powerful men and soldiers who lived there.

"Now is the time to endure humiliation and use the power of demons. Follow my life for the people to live."

The occasion fits in with Mira's remarks, which switched from earlier cold voices to gentle ones. The “fact” that the murdered were traitors and the fear of Villain pointing the sword. And to Mira's smile, they were completely caged.

Half a day later, a ride of early horses ran from the Cruditian towards the border area.

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The trading state Puena has an advisory council, the Presbyterian House, under the Queen. Ancient rooted in the area, merchants who made fortunes out of deals, samurai who drive demons away. Differently shaped, it is a profit regulating body for those in power who have roots in the country known as Puena.

One case had been brought in there.

It is the marriage of Laksha El Puena and Brandika Lual Fatina. The marriage of Laksha, the queen who will be 19 years old, and Brandika, the brave archduke of martial arts, resembled a syllable between the Puena side, which seeks to take in the force of the Red King as it is, and the Red King, who, on the contrary, seeks to lay Puena together.

"There's no way I'm going to be busy with the Red King! Look at the royalty of the kingdom of Erlane!

Speaking up and appealing against marriage is the queen's childhood tame, Allen, deputy head of the Ethereal Bird Knights. The kingdom of Erlane, which had now hired the Red King to entrust it with the battle, is a step ahead of its defeat, for example. Jugnault, who is supposed to be a king, is unable to get his hands on his affairs, and only as a decoration, is his life guaranteed.

"That's what I'm saying. The threat from the north is already looming. Goblins are close to 4,000, and Kushins are crappy five times that. Don't you have a chance of winning? In the Half-Broken Aerobird Knights."

One of the elders who watched Allen's hot valve with cold eyes objected.

"That's why it will be urgent to rebuild the Knights! We still have the Holy Sword! You should be quick to be pessimistic!

One of the queens snaps his mouth, but the objection became rather harsh.

"But Isaac, who is supposed to be the bearer of the Holy Sword, is dead. It takes a year for the Holy Sword to find a new Lord. Well, we won't make it... it's a shame to give it back. Why did the captain die?"

With a heavy voice, Allen gathers accusations.

"Make an alliance with the Red King and take this in as a force in our country. The powerless kingdom of Erlane will feed the Kushins, or the Goblins..."

"I can't change it for us. Naturally."

Allen tongued inside. How many of these people receive profits from the Red King and turn to marriage favor? Just think of it and you'll be attacked by the discomfort of being impersonated with dirt. If that were to happen, such people wanted to slaughter and throw it away now.

"Ask for the princess..."

Isaac's remaining words in the moment restore Allen's self-control and dampen his boiling chest.

But he knows best that he can't do it.

Without the support of the Presbyterian House, it is difficult to keep the country. It was nearly impossible to sum up something called a country just because of feelings.

So Allen runs out of words again. He stood on a swordless battlefield.

"You would overestimate the Red King! With them now, the Goblins are losing! We should rebuild the Knights of the Ethereal Birds rather than rely on mercenaries any more!

One thing the Presbyterian House is passive about rebuilding the Knights of the Ethereal Birds is that, in addition to the increased influence of Allen and the others, it costs a lot of money to train sand horses. This warcraft, with its speed and endurance adapted to the desert, also has only one drawback. Sand horses only eat live warcraft.

Capturing a living warcraft involves considerable difficulties in itself. Not to mention in the desert. The elders seem to have easily lost the expensive sand horse they bought. It was their idea that military force should be used only for intimidation.

In fact, while the Knights of the Ethereal Birds were alive, their martial arts were the only ones that could make the neighborhood look good. But in one battle, the Ethereal Bird Knights were half-baked. Bandits traveling in the desert are showing up in anticipation of the loss of martial arts. It will cost more money to deal with these. Come there, it is the rebellious attitude of the young Allen.

From those who take names to the Presbyterian House, it can't be funny.

Around that time, the late Isas was better at one or two than Allen. He knew the rush of politics in this country. Though few enthusiastic supporters, that's why I was appreciated as the perfect queen's companion.

And yet, Isaac is dead. What succeeds is Allen, a young and passionate samurai who has lived independently of politics.

The beauty and drawbacks are all in one place. The passionate Allen has a belief that he wasn't up to something called politics, but doesn't bend his claims.

Its heart, not looking at itself but thinking of the country, gathered enthusiastic supporters around those who were neglecting the elders of the young people. That's not funny to the elders again, but Allen couldn't possibly understand it. The misfortune of Puena was that there were no talents who could contain the central figures of the young military in times of national disaster and who could coordinate the friendship between the elders and the samurai.

The elders also feel a sense of crisis in the situation that it was only the Queen Laksha who was able to contain Allen. They could have told me that if I allowed the Knights of the Eagle to rebuild here, I would disintegrate and give them all of my wealth for the good of the country. They had so much of a sense of crisis.

In the end, the meeting will come to an end without seeing any conclusions.

It was the common thought of Allen, of all the elders, that if only Isaac were alive.