Goblin Kingdom

It was only after the region that sent the main troops raised the white flag of their foregone surrender that the report of the struggle of Gi Gou Verbena was brought to the attention of the king of Goblin, who would carry out his affairs in the kingdom of Erlane, the geographical centre of the south.

Nightweight Goblingi Gar Larks has dropped the labyrinth city and has handed the surrounding cities with mercy and forgiveness. Gi Gee Old, who led the Warcraft Army, created an area of warcraft and demons in the northwest with the support of allied Kushins, in that the Gunra hero La Gilmi Fisiga, entrusted with the defence of the western realm, is nailing the Kingdom of Germion without great damage.

"Is Puena still mighty?"

The king of Goblin did not regard it as a lack of power on the part of Gi Goo. I sent troops around for future army formation, but I don't think each opponent is an inert enemy. He was an unguarded enemy, and that's why he turned to his trusted men. Gi Gu's opponent in particular had a powerful group of horseback riders who were also burning in the memory of the king of goblins, that puena.

It was only praise for Gi Gu's arm, which did not cause the damage of devastation, that he was never dissatisfied.

The situation is not bad in all parts of the South, where the king of Goblin now stands. The former ruling area of the Southern Allied kingdom of Erlane has seen a significant improvement in administrative capacity as a result of the direct reign of the King of Goblin, whose security has been restored as soon as possible.

This is not so much the superior ability of the King of Goblin as the result of the promotion of talented people in the distribution, plus the influence of a decisive King. If a problem arose, the most troubling thing was not to deal with anything. What makes it better is that there's hardly any.

Things get worse if we don't do something about it and take action. Therefore, the presence of a king who takes responsibility and makes decisions, whether the procedure is a first aid or a radical solution, had significantly improved the administrative capacity of the Kingdom of Erlane.

Furthermore, in the labyrinth city southeast of the kingdom of Erlane, although the number of adventurers has decreased less than usual, the Gi Gar Larks' policy of mercy and tolerance makes it possible to operate the labyrinth city first and foremost without problems. This is also the arm of Zaurosh, a deputy ally of the clan-proud blood clan (Leonheart).

Even though Goblin would rule, it was Zaurosh's job to stand on the arrow side of negotiations and such. Gi Gur is responsible for maintaining law and order by strictly disciplining the goblins under his command and allowing them to maintain their beauty as an army. Since the administration is working with the local people, the king had received reports that there were no problems so far.

Fatina, the last stronghold of the Red King, who competed in the south, was also able to fall by working with the Kushinites. Formerly a Kushin city, they don't even have so harsh a rule, and they fit in peacefully first.

Gi Gee and Gi Boo are entrusted with the development of bases for replenishment and preparations for the Kingdom of Germion in the north. Looking further northeast, there is also the grassland power, the Shnu Nation, which is a good land for the future. Never a land out of hand, but the king thinks even Gi Gee will heal if you think of the arms of Mira, Queen of Kushines.

La Gilmi Fisiga, entrusted with a wide area from the peripheral area to the western capital, seemed to be working with Shumea in a defensive battle. In the north of the western realm, the villages that came under the king's control early seemed a lot calmer. To the extent that the presence of Goblin soldiers in the village made them immobile, they were able to rule.

The king of goblins thinks it's a good thing.

I suppose there is also the human virtue of Shmere, but there are villages on the northern border as one model case of reconciliation between demons and people. As a tax relief, it was also a good insurance policy to recruit soldiers from villagers.

People create fear because they don't know.

Man knows too little about a creature called Goblin. And that would be the same for goblins. If the next two species are to join hands, we have to start there.

If a villager conscripted as a soldier returns to the village, he should naturally make the villagers ask about Goblin. If mutual understanding proceeds, incompatible parts will also emerge, but there is always room for compromise. There would be many clashes by then, but the king of Goblin thought that everything needed time.

"Hey, King of Goblins!

The king frowns at the fairy warrior who came in when he heard the door open abusively.

"What?

"No battle, no battle!?

The man, who should now be the lead warrior of the Windy Fairy Clan (Sylph), as urged by the king of Goblin, who leans his neck in doubt, threw up in frustration.

"I'm tired of amulets! Let's just go attack him somewhere!

The king of Goblin grinned bitterly that he thought there was a lot of blood, but seemed to be quite a bit of depression.

"Don't worry, we have to send reinforcements to Puena. Wait till the army's ready."

"When, tomorrow!? The day after tomorrow!?

"You can't call back Gi Gur or Gi Zi early. Well, quote about twenty days."

"It's the 20th...!?

The King of Goblins nods facelessly as a judge to Felby, who gives him a desperate look as if he were a prisoner sentenced to death.

"You should think that Gi Goo's struggle means he's going to use considerable skill and corresponding tactics. If you inadvertently send soldiers, there can even be defeats"

"... hey, okay"

The exiting Felby's back gave signs of being grumpy without much popularity, causing a slight interest in the king of Goblin, but the king quickly switches his mind to government.

In order to make a decision, I needed just enough information to make it. Drop your gaze again on the desk stacked with the various books that serve as materials.

What now plagues the King of Goblins is the issue of food. Until now, food should have eaten local demons. Regardless, it was meant to be processed into dried meat, etc., and carried as portable food, but that probably won't be enough.

On the Puena side, there are fewer warcraft, and even fewer if they are to be large. Then naturally I had to take more food to carry.

It is a barracks where the goblins have never been too distressed.

The further east the continent is headed in the future, the more miniaturization of the Warcraft will proceed. That way, naturally you can't procure food locally. We will not even be able to fight satisfactorily if we secure enough barracks to sustain a stretching front.

In the kingdom of Erlane, bureaucracy is showing enrichment, mainly in Elberta. By using this successfully, we had to secure the barracks.

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Garland was kneeling on a red carpet between the thrones where the hundred officers of Bunwu were supposed to be lined up. Now there is only King Ashtar and him, and only silence dominates the meantime.

"Garland."

"Ha!"

Set aside for the night, the old king sighed. That's too heavy, a sigh of fatigue.

"Be the proud saint of our country, Storm Knight, the valiant Knight Garland."

"... Ha!

"Following the West End, defeat in the South. I can no longer ignore the voices of the nobles."

"It's our lack of strength."

"... I have already lost Gene and Gowen. Don't let me lose any more shields to protect my country."

"... Your will"

"Holy Knight Garland as the Depositary of the Holy Knight Seavala"

The clenched Garland fist shivers slightly. And king Ashtar, who put the tremor in his sight, closed his eyes and said,

"Achieve merit, snow the stigma"

"... even in our stead!

The fame of the hero Garland is a grand one: the rescue of the Virgin. It can't be demoted or anything like that, as the nobles rebelled. The position of the Holy Knight cannot be taken away, but the management skill and strategic eye of the territory should have been re-questioned.

Seavala, entrusted with the defence of the South, with the Holy Knight Gizé, is on a mission of patronage of the South. Even in the earlier Cruditian siege, his retreat without causing damaging damage made it problematic, but he is what brings him to the end of the aristocracy.

The rebellion from the nobles was extraordinarily small, and for that reason the accusations were concentrated in Garland, a civilian.

A commander from a young aristocracy suffered defeat in the previous battle of his goblin opponents in the West End as well. It was in King Ashtar's mood that his pursuit of Garland became lukewarm thanks to it, undeniably, but he could not be pleased with his defeat just yet.

King Ashtar raised his heavy lid to the young man who was in the wrong with the exiting Garland.

"Your Majesty put you in a good mood."

"We must make the king what is good, even in front of his grandchildren. But more importantly, Ishtail."

"Yes, Grandfather. Valdeau tells me you've got your arm up too."

"Ho."

If the old king shifted his gaze from his grandson to a knight who would refrain beside him, the middle-aged man would drown his head so deeply.

"Lord Ishtail's arms, as a knight, are to an impeccable degree."

"It's about the honest you. I know you're not lying. But don't be too complimentary. My grandson will be on the map."

"Grandfather!

"Don't worry. A king's sword should be a defense. Our role is to attack."

With a deeply fallen orbit, King Ashtar understood exactly what Valdeau, the knight of the double sword, said.

"Is that why you're here with me?"

"Your Majesty, in the name of the Prince."

The trust of the Holy Knight system is now shaking. That is a crisis that all samurai in the Kingdom of Germion feel equally. Regardless of his personality, the defeat of Garland, whose strength everyone had to admit. The death of Gene, concealed by virtue of Garland's feat.

Gowen's defeat was certain not only as a knight of the ancient ginseng, but also as a lord.

The nobles make a scene here all the time, claiming that we should finally divide the power we have concentrated on the king. The only way to contain it is to move the army under royal authority and silence the nobles. In doing so, there is nothing if one of the royals commands.

"Not yet, please."

"... What time is it?

"An old woman in the east, soon to die. Depending on that, we must gather strength east."

Slightly Valdeau opened his eyes and drooled his head.

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"East... are you Lord Claudia of Shushnu"

Ishtale speaks the words to confirm.

A symbol of the martial arts representing the Shrine State. “Skewered lady lord", "Princess of War” Claudia. For as long as she was there, the small group of states east of the Shrine State had to be sealed of movement, and the hegemony of the Shrine State had to be recognized as a mere promise, with respect for the Kingdom of Germion to the west.

But that battle princess Claudia dies.

Ageing, I hear, is also a disease, but there is a serious dispute over its successor status in the Shreddinist country. Now the Kingdom of Germion has an enemy named Goblin to the south and west. Since the Northern Barbarians have come to the point of being able to dominate and invest in development, we must avoid what can be done here and now to the east in the kingdom of Germion that is not friendly.

If it's only west and south yet, it can be outdone.

But it is a crisis of the survival of the kingdom of Germion if it is turned to the enemy to the eastern Shrine state.

At the very least, we must maintain our current relationship. If a small group of nations moves, it is not a rush to cooperate with the successor of the Princess of War to send forth soldiers. But in order to do so, you have to retain the power to move freely.

I can't move now.

King Ashtar could not tell when Claudia would die, that he would turn west on Valdeau, who would guard the east because it could not be read through.

Ten days after King Ashtar had such a conversation, Claudia, the female jewel “princess of war”, who had supported the martial arts of the great state of Ashtar for about fifty years, left the world.

That information, which could not help but cause severe earthquakes in neighbouring countries, was transmitted to the Quartet as each thought was intertwined.

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The dwelling ivory tower of the wise is in Orphen, a small country. In that country closed to snow and ice for about half the year, summer is short, and spring and autumn are even shorter. The green periphery gleams in the sunlight, and the warm wind carries the sound of the river's spiral. About two days walking from the place where the ivory tower was located, Lecia Fer Zier had her feet set on a small settlement in order to serve as the Virgin.

Her role is that of a transferor of knowledge.

Teach letters, teach songs, and disseminate knowledge of medicinal herbs. Or use the power of miracles given only to her to heal injuries and save people's lives.

It was her role as the Virgin of the Goddess of Healing (Zenobia), who healed all. If it were a slightly bigger city, it would also enter “churches” that worship the native grandgods, but churches are becoming too big to enter areas that are unprofitable.

Make sure you sew in between, and the Virgin will have countless turns.

What she will confess is one and one.

"Isn't it heavy on your luggage?

"No problem."

One subhuman answers the bell-like voice of Lecia, in a low voice for a woman.

"You're physically fit."

Humans are weak.

It was what happened in the slave market that Lecia bought her in the face of a leopard. There's a twist, and then she calls herself Tyroa, and she acts with Lecia.

"Ha, ha!

It was the grey wolf gastra that slightly twitched, like sewing at the feet of a walking lecia.

"Yes, yes, is Gastra okay, too?

"Ugh!

Tiroa narrowed her eyes to how she understood her words or how Gastra would jump up high and show them in response to words directed at herself.

"You're still special to be missed by the King of the Woods."

"That doesn't sound very good"

They head to the village without stopping. In the evening, I had to let Nojuku do the same, so naturally.

"Really? Seeking things that no one else has."

"You too?

"Me too, I'm sure you too"

Lecia exhales gently as she leans from behind the robe in the downpouring sun.

"Being special is not the same as being happy. Well, when we get to the village, let's talk about Listier's Devil Dog."

"What kind of story is that?

Lesia also recently noticed that Tyroa's ears and tails move well when she becomes interested. I care, all I care about is tingling and my ears turn toward Lecia, and my tail swings left and right like a dog waiting for the Lord.

"You said it was about the village, right? Patience, Mr. Tiroa."

"... nothing, I'm not so patient"

Words are on the back, her tail has a greater sway width, and her ears are pointing toward Picpic and Lecia.

"Fuck!

Lecia and the others get out a little before Gastra reacts agile and hurries ahead

"Hehe, let's hurry then"

Within the high hours of the day she arrived in the village on the border and received a welcome from the villagers as well as staying for a few days to tell the villagers the story and make them listen, teach them how to prescribe medicines and cure the urgent injuries.

Lecia sat on the outskirts of the village, where the grass trees grow stretching out the branches in an attempt to get the full benefit of a short summer, and where the creek flows loosely.

The water surface is clear and can be seen to the bottom about below the knee.

"... having special powers is not necessarily happiness. I'm sure the king will understand."

Since appealing for negotiations with those called demons in the ivory tower, her position has been subtle. Nothing stands out and criticizes her because she is now under the protection of a white elder. Even that white elder is not protecting her because she agrees with Lecia.

But in the news that Orphen also heard the other day, he says that the kingdom of Erlane has finally fallen into the hands of demons. She thought that the king of goblins had gained strength and had finally stripped his fangs, but had never told anyone about it.

That goblin king was brilliant beyond any royal nobility I had ever met. She is human no matter how far she says she can't stand by the demons. So she felt it was a betrayal against man that she would not tell us about that Goblin king.

But her ears are burning with the words of the king of goblins who told her to take these hands.

On my own will, I ask you to defy God.

"... why is that guy so strong"

I guess that goblin king who told me to cross adversity has crossed the dead line many times in truth. I had absolute confidence in the words I unleashed and the strength to back it up.

If I had as much strength as that goblin king now, I would have persuaded the ivory tower and truncated it as a futile idea. It wasn't a good idea. Imagine what you can't do on your own right now, and all you can imagine is that you're disgusted.

Do the best you can. That's what I decided to do and try to take on the role of Virgin again.

"Ah, Seiji!

With the voice of the village child, she turns her gaze toward the creek toward the voice.

The children gathered at the straw immediately surrounded her and told her the story. I guess Lecia's story to them is one of the few entertainment. At some point Tiroa also comes nearby to hear from outside the children's circle.

"Right. So let's talk about Listier's demon dog."

In the glorious afternoon sunshine, everyone listens to her as she begins to speak.

That's the story of a demon dog with power. Talk about a demon dog who was given mighty power by God but at the same time was cursed to fail to protect his precious things. Those who surround her with Lecia's story breathe, and the time is near dusk with joy.

Finally, the Demon Dog was to forsake his power and protect his most cherished family.

"Yes, I'm done."

With her voice, the kids look at each other like they woke up from a dream.

"Seijima"

A young girl grabbed the hem of Lecia's clothes and looked at her in tears.

"Poor thing."

"Right."

Lecia stroked the girl's head and said gently.

"If we could all be gentler, it might have changed."

Wiping the tears of the nodding girl, Lecia smiled.

"Come on, it's time for dinner, right? Welcome back."

The voice of Lecia prompts them to follow their path. Tiroa, who was left behind, looked straight at Lecia and said something, but kept her mouth shut.

"Come on, so do we."

Tiroa obeyed her as she was urged, but by the time she reached the house of the village chief who was making it an inn, she was just asking Lesia that she couldn't stand it.

"... you're talking like you've seen it"

"We're talking about the opposite."

Tiroa repeatedly asks Lecia a further question.

"Don't you need strength when you protect important things?

"I don't know. But special powers don't just call for happiness. I think that's the thing. All I can do is get rid of the prejudices one by one. That's all I can do."

Staring dazzled at the evening, Lecia returned to the inn.