Goblin Kingdom

"Ok!"

Mericia Salisa strained her own cheeks in a temper. She is a slave daughter. The year is sixteen and six months when flowers should also be ashamed. I was just checking my familiarity, dressed in made-up clothes and in front of a dull, glowing iron mirror.

"Ugh..."

Touching her cheeks, which were too temperamental and too tight, she flipped the hem of her skirt and left the room.

She fell into slavery because she was sold off by her parents. It's a common story in the poor village where she lived, and grew up looking pretty good, she was sold to a slave trader. It's never a bad story because it's about redeeming for a year's worth of food.

Expensive products are taken care of. Some of those who fell into the same slavery could not accept their own reality, but she quickly adapted. At least while you're a slave, you don't have to worry about having trouble eating. In the poor village where she grew up, it was even rare to be eaten every day.

Apparently, the slave trader who bought her away was quite a talented man, and even taught the letters to let submissive slaves wear upbringing. It is pointless to teach letters to slaves who are sold as mere labor.

But if you were to sell off as a fancy whore, it was only natural that you could write letters. Add value to just a slave, sell it off. To Mericia, it was difficult, but that's what the merchant was thinking.

It took about two years to cross the country from the country and it was the kingdom of Germion at the end of the west that the man of the slave traders laid eyes on it. The kingdom of the Holy Knight that cuts through the peripheral realm. The lord of the western realm there was a man who was able to do it, and underneath it was the story of many talented young men.

The slave traders were determined to cut off the south and east and put their roots down on the futuristic land.

The man of computational slave traders, who wished for stability of status and asylum of commerce by contributing her to a knight serving near the Lord, was also a man of great commercial talent in return.

The girl vaguely grew up listening to such stories from a merchant and even had a sweet dream that she would one day become a luxury whore and be bound to a young knight.

He would have been a cheap merchant if he had lived, because the raid of demons had caused the West Capital to fall. Luckily caught in the mob, the merchant died. Then came the great army of Goblin.

The girl was listening to the giant goblin give her a victory as if it were some distant world event.

"Morning, Mericia"

"Good morning! Master!

"Why don't you stop calling me that?

"Then His Excellency Josh, Governor of the West Capital!

"... is your husband better yet"

Disappointingly, her husband says she is a former gladiator slave of awesome arms. The gentle look and chestnut hair that doesn't look very like that doesn't stop tightening the depths of her rich breasts all the time.

Talk about a friend who likes everything rumors that between Josh the Flaming and Shumea's sister and brother the Flaming Spear, he was a gladiator, both at first and second sight?

Well, that didn't matter to her. No, it doesn't matter, but as a matter of reality, it's enough for her to have Josh in front of her right now.

"How much paperwork do you have today?

"There are eight urgent things that need to be cleaned up by lunch. We have about ten cases since lunch."

"Well, let's do our best to clean it up..."

Phew, and even that trick of exhaling gently, I wonder why it energizes her heart, and Mericia leans her neck.

"What?

"No! It's nothing!

"Yes, please hurry."

Josh's morning overseeing the West Capital is early. I woke up before the sun rose and dressed, and by the time the sun climbed, I had already started working. He receives a variety of cases ranging from complaints from merchants that fairies are destroying their homes and making forests on their own.

Although Josh's burden on leaving cases to people has gradually decreased recently, there are still a number of cases that cannot be dealt with without him.

The last of them is the response to the Goblins.

Mericia reads out the Goblin case as Josh begins to divide the number of people for zoning. It was Josh's routine these days that Josh would make decisions on the spot when he heard about it.

"Yeah, I saw goblins shoving leftover bones and stuff into alleys. Deal with it. Mr. Cucinada on Third Street."

……

Mericia was feeling comfortably paralyzed by Josh stopping her handwriting paperwork and gazing at her. Even an obviously reprehensible gaze is loving to her.

"Let's just send a soldier and scold that unclean goblin"

"Ha!"

Josh suggests that Gi Ah should have been nearby combined with a transport escort.

"Lord Gi Ah, isn't he? Okay."

When she thinks of a tough looking goblin, she makes it possible to distinguish that document by pressing the seal that it has been settled.

"Next, right? Request for the extermination of the Warcraft. Request for extermination between the West Metropolitan City and the former colonial city of Middle."

"What about the client?

"Messer Deon Chamber of Commerce."

"... Hmm"

Often Josh closed his eyes to put his thoughts together. A gentle peek at the side of it, Mericia watches with all her chances the side that creates an adult atmosphere while wondering what bothers her her her so much.

Josh now has two faces along with his position as the chief of the West Capital, the chief of the Alliance expanding into Middle and West Capital. Aid, which takes the form of good offices for work, is so much more effective than just giving aid supplies.

If you try to give it a job, not only can you create your own imaginary city shape, but it also helps to maintain security. Let us not forget the fact that a significant proportion of the inhabitants of the western capital and the Middle East are mixed with refugees chased through the peripheral areas.

Just feeding doesn't even restore human self-esteem.

The reality of making money with their own arms and feeding their families and themselves is what restores their self-esteem and puts a stop to the deterioration of security.

"Let's also fund it from the Governor's Office in the West Capital. Prioritize the crusade along the streets you are currently making. So bring the negotiations to the Messer Deon Chamber of Commerce. I don't think so, just in case."

"Yes."

"And shall I order a stone tablet engraved with the name of the Messer Deon Chamber of Commerce at the entrance of the town"

"What?"

"To inscribe the name of Messer Deon in that inscription was meritorious in the laying of this street"

"May I? I don't have the name of the Governor's Office in Nishido..."

Josh broke his face at the words of Mericia.

"When you say rich, you ask for honor. The people who hold the gladiators are wasting their money to earn honor even though it's rotten... no, it's what they spent the extra money on"

"Yes, what is it"

"Yeah. Nice to meet you. And if you're in the Governor's office, the stability of the capital will be your greatest honor."

"... Got it!

Josh's work lasted until late at night, and that was the infinite number of places in the Governor's arms at the forefront of the nation's students.

◇ ◇ ◆

"Elberta!"

In the hallway of the magnificent Royal Palace, Elberta was called to a halt and stopped on her feet. The moon of this horse, where seasonal winds bring damp winds from the north. The garden, visible from the blowout corridor, was luxuriously drawn with water and the green trees were only lush with leaves, like the Royal Palace of Erlane with its abundant water veins nearby.

"What the fuck, Doldias?"

"I don't know, say hello."

Skinny and pale, well said, scholarly looking Elberta. In contrast, the man known as Dordias was a muscularly lumpy big man who looked very uncivilized. If you look only at the face burned in the day and the beard stretched out to release it, it's even a look that could be mistaken for some bandit or something. However, to prove that he was also a civil servant of history, the clothing he wrapped around was indicative of a civil servant, whether at the lowest level or not.

"So what's the errand?

"Um, it's not a big deal. How about tonight?"

Elberta nodded as she looked annoyed at Dordias, who tries to tilt the jock.

"I don't mind."

"Oh well. I'll see you at Xiaoyue Pavilion."

Dropping off the back of a man who breaks his face and walks away, Elberta heads to her own office.

Having made an unusual appearance from the chief of court to the chief of court, Elberta was to have more than a hundred chiefs of court in his men. When it comes to the work of the President of the Court, it is the management of the Court, to say the least.

If the king is to form a rear palace, it is the head of the court who sums up its administrative maintenance costs, the additional renovation of the palace used by the royal family, and in large places, but if it is thin, it is even the salaries of the maids who serve the rear palace, and even the cost of the clothing that is paid.

Its power was immense, and many were desperate to shoot its status because it was previously the shortest course for the royalty to like. But now the attraction seemed to be diminishing.

The reason lies in the presence of those who have newly become kings.

King of demons, but also of the rising momentum of the sun that unites the South. What is more, it is even a far cry from the existence of an intelligent and all-encompassing demon of man's imagination.

I am not interested in the rear palace, etc., nor in the construction of new palaces, etc. I didn't seem to really like the meals I did all the luxury. Then when it comes to what we are focusing on, it is the execution of delayed affairs and the strengthening of military capabilities.

There is nothing more desirable as a monarch to rebuild his country at all, but there will be no more smoky beings from those who dream of sifting power as president of the court. Because the President of the Court is, so to speak, a position in which his authority can be extended by the desire of the Sovereign.

After being promoted to the post of president of the court by such a demonic king, it is good to say that there will be no stopping voices of condemnation from the rear palace. Naturally, less and less money has been freely used before. It would be stranger if there were no accusations.

He moves the lady of the concubine, the official who received her will, and even one of the nobles, when it is terrible, to try to make Elberta add his palms. Methods varied, from intimidation to bribery to even women.

To Elberta, who does not wave his head vertically at any of them, the forces of the rear palace finally make an outrage of putting their hands on his daughter, but in their place they get no help from a fairy swordsman named Felby.

Since then, a fairy man named Felby, calling him for an escort, has often been asked to take care of his daughter. Now finally, Elberta smiles bitterly that she can't go against that king and confronts the paperwork that has been piled up.

Such an appearance of Elberta can only be described by other officials as a different way of working. No matter what kind of obstruction you encounter, the way you spare the time between the dimensions without ever being frightened is even a disquieting appearance.

If you need to argue about the samurai and nobles who come yelling at you and not just make any compromises, go out on their own and talk to the other officials. It can extend into the middle of the night, but the next day we're starting to work faster than anyone else.

"Oh, Elberta, I've been waiting for you."

When Elberta finished the day's work and showed her face to Xiaoyue Pavilion, Dordias had already started red-handed and casually in the back seat.

"You're a little late."

"Hey, never mind. I hope you enjoy it, too. From around the region, the liquor of Wangdu is still delicious."

Laughing luxuriously, Dordias drinks up all the remaining barley wine at once when he orders more grapes.

"... So, what's your business?

"It's the same one. At least order one dish."

"Well, then..."

Dordias smiles bitterly at Elberta, who frowns and attaches the order. Once again, they toast where the maid of honor brings the dishes and grapes of the order.

"To my country."

"To my unchanging friend"

When they hit each other in the cup and ring each other, they drink grapes like a sip.

"But I'm happy to be your unchanging friend."

Dordias tried to lick the cup and let go of his mouth, pointing the red face at Elberta.

"... so I want to hear your intentions"

Only that gaze in his red face does not make him feel slightly drunk, and Dordias asks for the sincerity of Elberta.

"What is the intent?

As if analyzing the taste of alcohol, Elberta, who was drinking with her expression, asked Dordias.

"Youjun under the Seidiano Gate imitates why you prefer to be stigmatized. Is this for Lishan? If life is hard, why don't you talk to me, even if it's less?"

Elberta and Dordias are among those who competed for excellence and inferiority among private school seidianos within the kingdom of Erlane. Doldias of an extravagant character and Elberta who, together, even looks nervous. The two people with the opposite personality felt right from the time as to why.

"Lishan has nothing to do with it. No, there may be, but at least it's something that holds back the feeling of serving the present king."

"You're the king of demons. If you go around the region, you'll hear a lot of good rumors. You used to be the chief of court, and now they say," Running dog of the demon king. "

Though his suppressed voice, Dordias' anger gradually builds up enthusiasm.

"Are you mad, Doldias?"

"Are you mad? Naturally. Where are those who don't get angry when they say bad things about their friends!?

Throw the picked stir-fried beans into your mouth and you chew them up rampantly.

Elberta gives that look a grin similar to a bitter smile.

"What's wrong? I mean it."

"Friend, I'm not happy to come from afar."

"... are you kidding me!

That was the first sentence I learned under the Seidiano Gate. At the time, Elberta and Dordias lined up their desks to read the text out loud and barely. You remembered the time, Dordias' voice was regaining some calm.

"My friend Doldias. What is a country?

"What?"

"I think a country is a people."

Elberta overlaps words with Dordias, who takes the attitude to listen in silence.

"With the tyranny of the king and his proximity, this country was exhausted. My country, Erlane, was on the verge of destroying itself."

The king does not know to use his power, and the nobility begins a random tyranny in the province to do it well. It turned to the army, and the soldiers who were supposed to defend the country had to use their lifeblood in a senseless battle. That's why the treasury is even on the verge of collapse.

That Brandika Rual Fatina used it.

The country is rough and the people get lost in the streets.

He bought food from Fatina's tax revenues and the merchants until he made huge debts, and tailored the inedible to the soldiers. The source of the Red King's power, which can be described as inexhaustible, was the men crushed by the position of the kingdom of Erlane.

Keep it that way. The Red King was defeated.

What a demonic king he was the next to show up.

"I thought this was the end of the kingdom of Erlane."

Dordias snorts at Elberta, who squeaks. Though the lowest official around the region, the assault of the Demon King is naturally known to Dordias.

"... but that king was different. Everyone in the king of men is trying to save this country, which has been vandalized."

"No, that's stupid"

"At first, I thought so. However... if I looked at the concerns that were being cleared up every day and the marginal but rising revenues, I had to deny the idea."

……

"Can you believe it? The other morning, the king was supposed to be at the council."

"Since the time of the previous generations of kings, to the morning council, which the Prime Minister should have represented...?

"My friend Doldias. I think a country is a people."

"Oh."

"That demon king will save this country, which no one cared about. Even if history were to wipe out the king, I would have to reward this favor as I grew up in this country."

"... and therefore obey the demons"

"Exactly"

That's why Elberta first asked Dordias.

- What is a country?

What the hell is the country we should protect and serve? It is the people who should serve. If that happiness is to be achieved, Elberta said that even if the Demon King were to reign, his own name would be his true desire to bear the stigma of a traitor.

"Forgive me for doubting you, my friend Elberta. Again, you were Yu Jun under the Seidiano Gate...... it was Elberta Neuen"

That night Elberta and Dordias chatted about their dreams about what they would do with this country, as they did when they were still not even in office.

Later, Dordias will use the breadth of his friendship to recommend several talents to Elberta. It consisted under the Seidiano Gate. It was to be linked to the formation of a ministerial corps under the kingdom of Erlane that supported the reign of the king of Goblin.

◇ ◆ ◇

“Young hero Villain de Zulu.

Slightly less than twenty boys, the talent is enough to lead a thousand army horses. When he was a child, King of the Kingdom of Burnen recognized his talent and promoted him to the escort of the Virgin Mira. He is Jung-young, and he strikes one battle after another as if to prove the correctness of his king's eyes.

Beginning with the blocking of the invasion of the kingdom of Erlane, it will be the invasion strategy of the Red King, the battle of the Cage Castle of the Kingdom of Germion and, most recently, the strategy of the Fatina. A generation of heroes, when the Kushins appeared as if they were comets in times of crisis. A prestigious general who also gathers respect from the fierce goblins of his allies.

That is the young hero Villain de Zulu. ”

"... are you insane?

"Yeah, of course you're serious?

Villain accidentally looked up to heaven to the self-praising sustenance of the read text.

"Is there a problem?

Looking for help, he turned his gaze toward the old man, the chief commander of the army, but the old man nodded with his smile and the expression of the old man himself who hears his grandson's selfishness.

"There can't be any difference in your mind."

Look around that this was no good. Villain turns his gaze to a robust civilian, but that civilian, with such a grim face that he never laughed, turned away openly.

It makes me wonder how pitiful I look on a civilian's trembling shoulder.

He turns his gaze around and turns to the Cardinals among the Kushins.

He smiled and nodded as a gentle old man smiled and cut off his exit, with the face that he had nothing to do with the death.

"The suggestion below is exactly what we should call the wisdom eye."

Feeling belly black was exactly a word for this old man, Villain tried to move her gaze to ask for more help, but her hands, like a candlestick on her shoulder, stopped it.

Stopping Villain from moving with such a powerful grip that he suspects he is truly an old man over sixty years old, the old man, the Supreme Commander, speaks for his words only to say that he knows everything about Villain's will and so on.

"Lord Villain's qualities are ample, including his unparalleled martial arts as a young man and his assault on practically Fatina in a joint battle with the Goblins. I don't have to wait for your suggestion. As a general of the military, I'd like to ask him for a general position."

The old man's eyes, utterly speaking the opposite of the inside of Villain, were as if they were bad adults playing pranks themselves. To that pressure of even remembering a pre-existing sense of vision, Villain tries to speak out against it.

"... Villain. Aren't you going to do me a favor? Did you ask for a favor from Goblin?

There was a bad girl in front of me.

Moisturized her eyes, Mira joins hands in front of her chest disguised as that pseudo that would almost certainly be a lie cry. I wouldn't even have the attitude of a favor that easy to understand. I don't know, it's too bad, but I can't help but get stuck in words for a moment with Villain, who I know is a pseudo.

"... Mr. Villain. I don't know, I'm afraid I feel like a grandson. That's not so painless to put in your eyes."

I haven't been with Mira that long, not to mention non-Villain people.

The old man's hand placed on Villain's shoulder increases his grip. It was a horrible grip as if I were going to squeeze it to the bone. I can hear the old man's squeamish in Villain's ear, almost screaming, with a voice the devil whispers.

Villain, who accidentally turned his gaze to you, immediately regretted it.

The old man's eyes, which are usually thin as yarn, are opened, and he runs even more bloody, his eyes staring at Villain in a dangerous colour, as if he were a fanatic. No, I was staring.

Frankly, I'm afraid.

Or is this old man more powerful than the goblin we met the other day?

I wonder what would happen if I refused. Will it engrave on its body the many techniques of torture knitted out by the dark parts of the Kushins?

"... I'm not a stranger, but I'll take it"

"Oh, that's superimposed. Young people have to be."

When the grip placed on Villain's shoulder loosened, the old man's voice was heard.

"That's right, Villain de Zulu. I hope that I will continue to encourage more and more of my duties to become the hope of my Kushin people."

Mira closes, and the meeting that day is over.

It was decided to give Villain de Zulu the position of General Tsongdong, as well as to organize a standing army under his command, also known as SS.

From the training schedule to the acquisition of the budget to the human resources, its powers associated with the position of general are immense. But in comparison, the amount of work went enormous.

As dragged by the notoriety of a young hero, Villain's status would rise and he would be slammed into such a busy schedule that even the holidays would not be decent.

Villain could have been mentally and mentally ill if it had been a little later when Mira and the old general, just a little reflection, would have turned over competent deputies and staff to him.

In any case, the SS, founded in recognition of its great merit, will put up a joint battle with the Goblins as the external power of the Kushins.

From that outfit dyed in red monochrome, SS was born, which would be called "Red Readiness”.