Goblin Kingdom

The Kingdom of Germion has six holy knights.

Scarlet maiden Lily guarding the North.

Shivala, the knight of the two broken knights who guard the South, Gizé, the knight of the ship's eyes. In an even more depository capacity, Storm Knight Garland.

Valdeau, a two-sword knight who protects the East.

And Zerkov, the knight of destruction, whose last one is locked in the center. He is a contemporary saint whose six men have supported the Kingdom of Germion.

Dignity King Ashtar de Germion seeks a wide range of warrior talent and opens its doors. Shivala, Valdeau and Tserkov, who guard the South, are aristocrats, except that Gize is a martial artist from the East. Garland and Lily are former adventurers.

Seavala, given a guardianship mandate to the South, was working with Gizé to manage the territory. Now in that seat, where Garland was joined by three, Seavala had taken the proposal to Garland.

"Reinforcements in the Shreddinist country?

"Yes."

Garland, frowning, looked at him with the smell of booze even though it was daytime.

"The Awkward also agree with Lord Seavala"

"Ha, you're in trouble."

It was a garland staring at Gizè, but if you are stared at, I will not hesitate to say anything.

"The truth is that I'm not watching. A few years ago, a hero and other lords were held hostage, but now they're going to be crumbling in a liquor store."

"Well, Seavala, you really think so too?

He's the one with the orders from the top.

Shivala, shrugging her shoulders, answered without breaking her usual floating attitude.

"You really came to me, but I'm in trouble, Garland, please"

……

Gisele steals a sievera with a white look, but he didn't look bad at all.

"... ok"

"Yeah, yeah, I have to work for the rice I ate."

"Hmm, so who are you going to kill?

"All of a sudden, the story is noisy."

"I don't know what kind of work you're asking me to do."

"You can say it's right, you can say it's wrong."

"Ah?

"Like reinforcements, right? I'm going to fight for the heir to the princess of war. My king."

"So, who do you follow?

"Blanche Lillinoier, a weak crown, 18-year-old lady."

"... are you hungry to make a loan and sell it at a high price?"

"Unless they think so."

"... well, fine. I was just getting bored."

Make sure Garland walks out of the room with a fluttering foothold, and Gisele asks Seavala.

I honestly didn't like the man.

"Uh-huh... well, you don't betray him only. I swear allegiance to the King."

"I know the Lord's eyes are certain, but I'm not that old."

Gisele glanced when she heard of a knight who vowed allegiance to the king and that no man would look better than this.

"No, no, Garland Rifenin has sworn allegiance to King Ashtar. Unexpectedly, I'm a man of honor."

To the look of that gizzard, she laughs funny and says Seavala.

"... would it be"

I can't really connect Garland to the word loyalty to the contemplative Gize.

"The king is picking up the place where the demon killed my family. Then Garland worked hard to die crazy and misfortune overlapped, and now he's in the position. Well, there's no other way to escape alcohol."

"I thought he was the kind of guy who painted the Arrogant Shore Shit... Hmm"

Gisele thinks as she rubs her jaw.

"Still, is that good? Prince Wang will appear in the West Side Battle of Takeover. I think we have a voice."

slightly frowned and Gisele asks. Now Garland is in the position of depositing Seavala. That means that when there is another battle in the West Side by Garland, not less of the achievements made will be recognized as his accomplishments.

"I'm not going to participate. There are Kushins and demons in the south. It's just not good for both of us to leave the South."

Already inside the army, Prince Wang's parental enlistment had become realistic and spoken of. It embraces adventurers, blood alliances, etc., and the total number is also said to be 4,000. Moreover, King Ashtar himself said that he had never objected.

"It certainly could be. The awkward depend on the king's orders."

Inside, Sheevara and Gizé also received orders to participate, but Sheevara had told them not to participate because of the dangers of the South.

"Well, there's also a reason to say it's a hassle..."

Speaking of which, Lord Valdeau was no good.

To the bitter gizzard, Seavala shuddered herself with the look of bitter worms chewed up.

"Aren't you the kind of man who paints a picture of strict honesty?"

"No way! I'm just walking around with a stonehead looking like a person. Besides, my bad personality is similar to that of all the Holy Knights except me, and I can't stop struggling."

"I see, I see… it is convincing to say that all Saint Knights except the Awkward have difficulty with their character"

An instantly pulled Gisele songknife passes through the place where Seavala had previously exposed herself to brain weather.

"Oh, besides, there's even people with bad habits!

"Let me teach you the old saying of Awkward Home. Your mouth is the source of disaster!

The appearance of Gisele chasing Shevara, who flees with a fun scream, with the look of a demon, is only the usual sight for those who defend the South, and is thought only to the extent that the tigers are twisted with each other.

Again, in such a warm gaze, the two of them often enjoyed the chase of their lives.

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"Reinforcement of defense?

"The king has instructed me to do so."

La Gilmi Fisiga, led by the army of bows and arrows (Fanzel), answered Shumea's question.

"I'm the commander-in-chief for once, but I'll take care of that."

"I don't think so. Anyway, the Asians can't guess, and Lord Bui is temporarily returning."

With a subtle face, Shmere ponders, but immediately sighed and nodded. Buy regularly returns to the Dark Forest to maintain the settlement. It was painful for Shumea, albeit a treatment to keep the friction between goblins and oaks to a minimum, the nature of fangs and human horse sheikhs specializing in subhuman combat not pondering much.

"Well, there's no choice. So, what are the specific instructions coming?

"No, nothing. You're just telling me you don't have to stick to the border."

"Yeah?"

Shumea tilted her neck further to the instruction that there was no need to detain her at the border.

"Then it's not the Border Guard's job. Later...... Grrr!?

Gilmi grabbed Shmere's collar as she turned around and tried to walk away, unexpectedly Shmere raised a frog's crushed voice.

"Wait. I don't think so."

"Just kidding."

Gilmi sighed softly at Shmere, who responded by rubbing her throat, and had to talk to her about what to do.

"There's no need to hold the border, which means it's possible to pull into the West End and fight."

"I can read that, but I don't know if you'd mind withdrawing."

"Hmm?"

Goblin's army is even strong on offense. Even if I tried Gilmi, led by the King, who ran many battlefields, I hadn't had much experience with the obvious defeat. You can run away, tilt your neck with your arms around Shumea's words to circle your thoughts.

"That's what I heard, too, isn't it Mr. Gi Goo? I thought you said your army was struggling a lot because they couldn't grab the enemy."

"Sure. Do we have the same position if we change our view?"

"But, well, we have to evacuate the peripheral villages before we do."

"Can you do that?

"Actually, you're talking about that being pretty difficult. It's before I cut it in."

Gilmi learned for the first time that it was time to talk to a human soldier about the harvest of a crop known as wheat. They say that human bread is made by pinching it. Even though meat can be taken all year, it's an inconvenience, Gi Zu and others said, but it's not that easy.

I've tried Gilmi with that bread, too, but it's never something I can eat. Humans use it as their staple food. I heard that there are about two harvest periods in a year, but if you try to make up for all the food in a year on those two occasions, you have to do a lot of work.

Some goblins and others are currently engaged in farming, but they also have considerable difficulty listening to the goblins.

"I see. Do we have to direct our enemies, for instance?

"Not in the north. To the south."

"… let the weak prey glimpse in front of you"

"Do you want to come on board?

"I don't know, but I guess we have to protect the people of the West Side. We just have to do it."

Shmere sighs deeply at Gilmi's words.

"I think about it every time. Why are you goblins so positive? You don't have a problem."

"Don't you say that. We are warriors. If you're a warrior, what you need to do is fight. What do you do with it?"

The enemy's aim should probably be the recapture of the western realm.

To do this, the Goblin army must be driven out. It is also important to regain control of the western capital. If we keep the goblins alive, they'll target the supply line. If we exterminate a small number of them with a large army, the wear and tear should be minor. If so, there is a great chance that the Kingdom of Germion will be devoured by the enemy in front of it.

"Hey, what does that mean?"

"It means exactly what you say."

He was one with one who was often intimidating each other, but sighs neither way and modifies the argument.

"Well, it's an operation for now. I wonder if Puell's daughter will come over here. I don't think it would be the same with her."

"I didn't tell you anything, but let's give you a preaching order and ask for it. After that, the scouts may need a little more than an assassination squad."

The assassination unit led by Gi Ji Arsil has divided the gesture into two parts. One of them was located in the western region. In addition to that, he also chooses a man of good sight from the family of Ganra, led by Gilmi, to send him out to scourge.

"Lord Bui's orcs must return."

"It was convenient when building a moat or something. We also need to strengthen the camp."

"Well, the subpeople in question..."

"Uh-huh, I wonder what's going on. It's impeccable as a force of war, but well, shall I ask you to procure food? We need to save food."

"That would be good"

Gilmi and Shmere saw unity of opinion in a policy of forgiveness if the degree of stumbling.

"What about the number of soldiers? Speaking of protecting your hometown, can you increase it?

"That said, it's before pruning, so hey... I don't care how many people I have."

"Subhumans would be possible except for fangs and human horses... would it be a force of war around bulls"

"Winged people were pretty handy and stuff, but there are so many natural enemies."

While troubling my head, I turn to the topic of strengthening the camp with a view to increasing the number of troops.

"I don't know, after all, what shouldn't we build one that can be rescued like more than one fort"

"But if we split up the number of soldiers, it would be troublesome to contact them... but even the Fae are gathering together."

One person and one person will decide the formulation on defense as one, and embark on the defense of the West End accordingly. It was very troublesome to proceed with the consideration in the form of drawing enemies inside the West End as directed by the King, without maintaining the border line.

Until they came to terms with the reports of the invasion of the Kingdom of Germion, they stretched their own defensive nets and waited for their enemies.

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There was a short summer in the area with the mountains of the northern snow god (Yugrasil) of the kingdom of Germion. During the winter, the wind blowing from the top of the mountain made its land frozen, too, an easy place to spend a brief period between spring and summer with a cool breeze.

Lily, who has been entrusted with the rule of that territory since last year, has exercised that rule in the form of a succession of Garland traces. The crude but fierce soldiers were so quiet that Garland took them all out that many of the soldiers left at her disposal were quiet.

There were many honest soldiers for that matter, and even a novice lord's girlfriend managed to rule. I was still a young girlfriend, but the trust from the inhabitants is thick. Above all, her defeat of the barbarians served to enhance her confidence. Few of the Snow Ghost (Yugshiva) and other barbarians who have carried out so many raids during Garland's reign have shown up since she began to rule.

The inhabitants, who know nothing, rumored to each other that this was because she had succeeded in the barbarian conquest.

In an attempt to get the best of the sunshine during the short summer, the trees stretch out the green periphery and the sun gives it a brilliance. The wind that hit her cheeks was soft, and she was encouraging her deacon as she felt that wind coming in through the window.

Lord things. It was not just the archery of the sword, but also the need for government. Most chores are handled by deputy government officials, but she still had to do the minimum required.

Placing the Devil's Sword Sky Cut (Vasinante), she drops off her usually wrapped scarlet hair and wraps herself in the man's clothes, signing the documents cited.

"... Is there anything wrong with Mountain Range Police? Can I really think of the barbarians as leaving"

From the material she knew that the barbarian raids were concentrated in autumn and spring. This is probably in search of food to get past the winter. It's relatively safe during the summer, but I still couldn't loosen my guard.

If they come down to the foot, the villages will be damaged. To that end, a new force had been set up to guard the mountain ranges in an effort to discover the barbarians.

In addition to registering Bern and Neumann and other ancient knowers, he also relies on handouts to send a number of martial officers from Zweil swordsmanship in the Wang capital. The new soldiers put together around them have about 500 patrol soldiers. There are about 100 Mountain Range Police soldiers.

It was a small number of people to guard an area called the northern part of the kingdom, but it is nevertheless a poor area. Given the tax revenues, no further increase could be expected.

They also actively use the authority of their lords to make taxes on pedestrians as low as possible, as well as the export of meat for specialty products. Between the foothills of the pasture and the safely confirmed middle belly, the way to change the industry, mainly dairy farming, seasonally was the only decent industry to say that it was difficult to grow agriculture in the north without even the harm of the barbarians.

Rumors from the King's Capital can also be heard in her presence, which is gaining success as a lord. It came from information from pedestrians, from nobles who laid eyes on her, the young unmarried Saint Knight, etc., but it has brought the same about uniformly.

Prince Ishtar will attack the West End.

With the elite and eastern strength of the King's Army, the Kingdom of Germion puts its back on the Western Recapture. She hasn't been summoned, but she could be involved in any way. Politics is all that we can't help but involve others.

Um, entering the western realm dominated by a giant goblin king.

"If you can stop it, you'd better stop it."

She considers it reckless. I'm assuming from less information that the king of the Goblin was more powerful than ever before to storm around in the South. The Holy Knight is indeed strong. She's new, but I'm pretty sure she thinks the difference in strength from the other Saints is pretty open.

But still, I think the West End is dangerous.

Ishtar, the king prince who once had the opportunity to see, is a young and hopeful royal family. The lack of prejudice in evaluating her from an adventurer only for her strength without discrimination would also be rare as a royalty.

To succeed Ashtar, king of Dignity, is the prince of the king who deserves it.

But still.

She shook herself once. Her body remembers that temper when she crossed the blade with the king of goblins.

Can't that goblin king be defeated in a king prince who is just brilliant? A power that seeps out of your whole body. The intimidation of an overwhelming powerful man who just confronts him and gets stuck up.

And if you're mad at losing Lecia, isn't there anything more terrifying?

Even with the great army of a thousand armies, it was even doubtful if it could reach the neck of that king of goblins. or so, she has also shown a certain understanding of the claims that are now popular in the Wang capital.

It is the breeding power of goblins.

If goblins had a rich region, wouldn't that number be exploding? If we don't get rid of it soon, we'll hit an avalanche and attack the King's Capital from the West Side. In the kingdom of Germion, which has little information from the west, various speculations have flown and the threat of the west has been alleged.

I can tell you because she's actually the one who saw the goblin settlement, but surely the goblin is growing so fast that it's unusually fast compared to humans.

I can't even imagine how many of them are now.

I also know the opinion that it is necessary to crusade early if it is to be.

In the end, the only way for the Kingdom of Germion to win over the Goblins is to bring them into a match that reduces the number of enemies at once, and the sooner it is, the better.

I can also hear rumors the other day that an army of aristocrats was out in the West End in return.

"But if I lose..."

The Kingdom of Germion will lose its defensive capacity at once. I don't know how much force I would put into it, but Lily didn't know if that was the right solution.

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In the king's capital of the kingdom of Germion lies a corner lined with the mansions of the nobles. Among them was a man by the name of Vador, who is being made military secretary, who is given the first largest area. Apart from the Holy Knight, who protects the four quarters of the country, he is the head of the King's army, which serves as a patrol and Kingsguard directly under the King.

When I was old at night, I had a visit to the mansion.

"This is the payment of the month. Sir Baedle."

"Uhm."

Nodding aloud and nostalgic for the money offered by the merchant, he nods again and again in an upbeat manner.

"Always bad."

"No, not at all. Because I'm looking out for Secretary Beidle. Yes."

"Soon Garland will be on an expedition to the East, and your lord will feel safe."

On a badly laughing beidle, the merchant shakes his neck vertically like a broken doll.

"Yeah, that would be great. What did we merchants see thanks to him? I can't resist because I have the power to be serious... and we need you to be good to Beddle in that regard."

"Ha ha, it's a natural duty to keep the peace of any citizen"

"Yeah, especially you. Still, you don't know where the tyranny of the Holy Knight stays."

"Ho?

"It's a rumor that Shigeye's gizée is a hobby of killing people. They're going to kill all the refugees coming from the South in their spare time."

"It won't leave the boulders with rumors."

"Really? I don't like to say" Holy Knight. "Don't you think it's like saying we're the only ones protecting our country? The soldiers on the patrol and the Secretary of State are supposed to be protecting the country."

Sighing at him, the merchant turns back to the beidle as if he had just realized.

"Hey, excuse me for this. My mouth lightens for some reason to Master Vadle. Please keep this a secret."

To the merchant lowering his head, he shook his neck vertically in the wind that the baiddle was not full.

"Absolutely. Sir Gowen, who was protecting the western realm. But what the hell does it mean that only Garland, the feminine Seavala, etc. also lags behind to the extent of goblins? It's just a mess for our national army."

"As a matter of fact, I want Lord Baydor to be at the top of the army. We will spare your support."

"I'm glad to hear that some of the Holy Knights have attractions. You've heard the name Valdeau the Twin Swords, haven't you?

"Yeah, yeah."

"He hits my relatives, but he's like a painting of honesty. I'll introduce you to the Lord next time. The Lord's bad consciousness will fade a lot."

"Well, that would be appreciated...... oh, I stayed too long. It's time for me to do this."

"Right. That's too bad."

The exiting merchant runs his carriage through the city at night on his feet and back to the store.

When I get back to my room, I rush into my bedroom. There was a girl sitting in a chair.

"Ha... ha... Ya, you're giving the minister the money as promised and breathing bad reviews of the Saints. I guess my daughter is safe!?

"Of course."

The girl, with her hair cut short, sees the merchant with her eyes as if to see a bug or something, throws the letter over. The letter, hastily spread with a brilliant lit candle fire, had her daughter's harsh letters informing her of her safety.

"So, shall we hear the report?"

"Ah, ah..."

When she finishes listening to one street, the girl throws a leather bag full of nodding gold coins.

"This makes up for the loss. Connect again when needed"

"Stay put. One eye is good for my daughter..."

She kicked relentlessly the merchant stuck to the girl's leg as she tried to walk away.

"You have human feelings for slave traders, too. But give up thinking you didn't have any luck. I'll let you meet my daughter after it's all over."

"No!"

"Betrayal is the death of my daughter."

The merchant held his head as he escorted the girl out the window disappearing into the darkness of night.

"Next in Garland is the kidnapper. Why did this happen... after all, it was the source of the mistake that involved the Virgin or something?

The girl, who disappears behind the darkness, enters a small inn through a compartment inhabited by the poor of the king's capital from the back street. It was one of the bases set up by Flying to Freedom (Elks) to gather information. Running the inn was a difficult base with legs, just because it was someone unrelated to Elks.

As soon as she enters the room, the girl fills in the earlier contents in a small sheeppaper and puts them in a box, which is bracketed on the bird's feet.

"As far as the West End. Please."

Once you mouth the curse on the bird for the scripture, it unleashes toward the undisclosed sky. That was it. Finally she took a breath and fell asleep in bed.

Elks' survival, Sophia was steadily stretching a network of intelligence within the Kingdom of Germion.