Goblin Kingdom

─ ─ A declaration of war was made against the Kushin Shrine nation.

This report could not be regarded to such an extent in the courts of the Shrine State. Blanche himself leads the Dagger of the Battle Maiden (Valkyria) into Kushin territory. I had just said what from them, but the princess of war at the time was aware of the seriousness of things.

If the allies who say they are Kushins have become motivated, there is no way that the Goblin side will remain silent either.

Her attack on the Kushin side was when she read that they had no choice but to cry and fall asleep as long as they formed an alliance with the Goblin side. But it all turned to the wrong side.

I turned my anger on those who went there myself as diplomatic envoys just because I had to get tired of killing them three times, but now I can't take them back.

Queen Mira is a politician. That is also an extremely good category of mentor.

She can't have declared war on Shushnu without a chance. For example, you can see that it is compatible with the goblin side. That is, the goblin side has already rebuilt its stance.

It is one princess of war who is aware of the alarming circumstances.

Only a month after the defeat, it is almost impossible even in the Shrubbing country, such as rebuilding attitudes. It was at an unexpected rate for a small group of nations and the Shrubbing States, which had only been experiencing skirmishes between themselves or battles to suppress them for a long time.

"How good would it be to be able to meditate on unpleasant facts"

That's what she says and persuades those who argue it's impossible, and she embarks again on an arms boost. I don't think they're going to use a roundabout hand this time.

The battle for annihilation by pulling in earlier battles. The words are simple, but there is a situation where the lay people do not even try to understand the ordeal of how much preparation they have to make to complete it.

Earlier in the battle, we tormented the Allies to give out 4,000 infantry and 1,000 archers, but now we have to give them the same number. At least if the goblins attack us in the same number.

"It can't be."

There's no way the enemy could have bothered to match us and let us compete for the odds of tactics. Now you have the force to double over here, and you naturally think you're coming. Time was an acknowledgement that he had earned it, but Blanche was the thought of biting his teeth at the depth of his opponent's nostalgia.

But having said that, she is a woman who stands at the apex of the great power's martial arts.

Adventurers must be hired as mercenaries, trained, conscripted peasants and used as soldiers. If the number of opponents increases, there's nothing we can do about it.

Some difference in troop numbers can be filled with tactics and strategies.

But before the absolute number of soldiers there is even helplessness. The horror of the quantity, she remembered in intimidating the small country.

"I still have to use it"

Taking the Eastern men away as slaves, she still remembered bewilderment in using them, but had to rethink their use with a gentle sigh.

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In the midst of the gloomy darkness of summer, there are those who grovel in the backstreets that cannot even reach the lights of the streetlights.

Richew, king's capital of the Shreddinist nation, was showing a different side to the lewdness of day. It is also true that when it comes to the land of the law, it cannot be omnipotent, and that there are those who can benefit from breaking it.

As the inhabitants of darkness, they lurk in the darkness of Richew.

And in their dwellers is the law of their dwellers. Their method is completely different from the method in the table.

That is, power is justice.

It was the old man who said Galarote, who had built wealth from the trafficking of drugs and weapons, who made the neighborhood. I stopped believing in people in my stomach when I got out plenty, and I'm talking about dark eyes, and the guards I hired leaving it to the gold, saying they have all the masters.

But there were only visitors to the mansion late at night.

On lustrous dark hair, honey-colored skin that emerges from the darkness, the exposed clothes are illuminated and glossy by the lights of the mansion. The slender song knife on the waist was bought in the Wang Du Lishu. The sliced eye never laughs at the prey in front of him, and the red tongue whispers the devil's whisper to sweeten him.

"Oh, my God... do this..."

It was the masters and reputation guards who were falling, trying to fold before Galaroth.

"─ Aha!

Vine laughs trying to turn herself around to see what was funny.

Red blood dripping, just because you don't suck people's blood on the blade you lowered in your hand.

"Okay? Listen to me, old man. I'm not suggesting. I'm ordering you."

You see the garbage. With a gaze, looking down at Galarote, Vine only put her mouth in the form of a laugh.

"Kim Yee, let it out."

The sticking blade has already eaten into Galarote's shoulder. To the screaming and killing Galarote, Vine moved the pushed blade slightly to the left and right and laughed.

"You don't have to put up with it. Everyone who comes will see the goddess of the Underworld (Artesia)."

Herzuki and Sofia, who recently infiltrated Lishu, the king's capital of the Shrine nation, were pressed to find a twist as soon as possible. To the worried Sophia, Vine suggests in light condition. If it's okay to dump garbage, I can guess.

"Mr. Vine?

Sophia, who came late, uttered a bewildered voice. That would be so.

I'm going to negotiate a little bit, and the results are raining blood.

Vine turns her bloodbathed face back to Sofia as she kicks the old man who suppresses the wound and groans.

"Oh, my lady. Are you here?"

"Yeah, what about that negotiation?

"Currently in the middle of nowhere, hey. Galarote."

Now the old man, stabbed with a blade in his leg and whispered by Vine in his ear, screamed this time. The whispering voice was demonic with luster and contained the smell of blood like swallowing.

"Ta-da! Ta-da! Okay. I'll give you as much as I can!

Ignoring the old man who screamed and tried to stay away from Vine even a step further, Vine turned to Sofia.

"Right?"

"... ha"

In the end, at Sofia's suggestion, they will let Hezuki live in the form of what they call a Garalote escort, and as a base for his ground they will be working. From that date onwards, robberies against slave traders will be frequent in the Wang capital of Lishu.

Despite the desperate search of the guards in charge of security, neither the culprit nor the goods taken were known to have gone, making it a matter of serious anxiety for the security of Lishew.

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It was both the Goblin side and the Shrine state side that rushed the restructuring of the forces of war, but disturbing information is brought to its princess of war.

"Dismina and Ramana refuse to supply troops?

She frowns at a circular from a small country under the umbrella of the Shrine state.

"Ha, you can't go to war next time."

"... Hmm. They're looking at your feet, so what?

Blanche tilts his neck at the report of a sudden refusal to leave the army. He was supposed to root for the major ones, starting with the king of the small country. All I can think about is the possibility of a new rear shield.

"Unfortunately, the reason the ivory tower is leaping"

Blanche frowns at the words of a good man's deputy.

"Hmm?"

"I just got confirmation from the bureaucrats that they seem to be calling for a coalition of small nations around the ivory tower"

"What's the scale?

"The Iron Country, the Forest Country, and the smaller countries of the North seem pretty overwhelmed."

Dismina and Ramana are also in the north, no doubt.

"You think the Coalition will defend itself from the reprisals of the concubine?

It was a sharpening blanche, but I had to rethink what the deputy said.

"They seem to be pushing the Virgin against the Alliance Lord"

"Healing Goddess Protective, was it the Virgin Lecia Fer Ziehl?

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"It's not even a joke, like the second Kushinism."

Large-scale military operations cannot be taken for a dangerous neighbor who says goblins. If so, it would mean using a prayer hand, but trust in the ivory tower that spreads to the north and the Virgin's faith cannot be managed overnight. Blanche couldn't help but think about the possibility of saying that the ivory tower would, as a new alliance lord, involve the surrounding countries against Shushnu.

It is not a very interesting development, such as competing for the exercise of influence over small countries.

Even though there are goblins to the west. The failure of a bad ploy will create just enough gaps to be attached to them. I also thought of a way to take in the organizers of the three-tower conference of the ivory tower, but if their purpose was to fight using the Virgin, it wouldn't be shnu-led.

As a result, they take the lead.

Looking at their claims, it just seems like theocracy politics culminating in the Virgin. And it is the elders of the ivory tower who manipulate the Virgin to take the pronunciation.

Blanche reads the idea of an ivory tower, saying it's crap.

I am not incapable of deceiving the name of God, but I had no idea that even those who serve as archbishops of the largest “Church” in the East would reach out to the power of the dead in search of further power. Apparently, people's greed has no boundaries.

Goblins will be responsible for their use of the Virgin Faith on this occasion to bring coalitions to neighbouring countries. However, the aim should probably have been to envisage independence from the Shrine State.

After a while of thinking, Blanche snaps small.

"... I don't know if I'm gonna kill you"

I smile thinly at my mouth, but my eyes are sharp.

"Do you want me to hit those who get a piece of gold?

The deputy turned his back, bowing his head to Blanche, who showed a willingness to gently raise his hand and leave it to him.

"Now, lose the pivotal Virgin. What do they say against Shushnu?

Immediately after receiving her life, a dark hand was turned to the northern country of Orphen. Three of them. Think you don't need more than that to assassinate just one Virgin.

The unleashed Dark Hand decides to enter Orphen day after night, raiding the army where the Virgin Lecia is gathering under the guidance of her collaborators.

Dark hands hiding themselves in the armor of a small country and asking for gaps.

That's how she showed up.

The color of her hair, reminiscent of the Ethereal Dome, stretched to the length of her hips. The color of the eyes that reminds me of the purple blue jewel (amethyst) looks at the whole thing as if someone would never reflect a particular person. nose and mouth reminiscent of God's harmony.

Whether it was the Dark Hands, there was a beautiful woman there with a breathtaking inhuman beauty. The crown on his forehead (Tiara) is also the only sign that the ivory tower recognizes as the Virgin.

The arm out of the sleeve of the robe was white enough to burn to the eye.

As soon as they captured the Virgin, who appeared defenseless, within range, they ran off. Two of them. With a dagger poisoned in his hand, the Dark Hands slashed and lay down a guard who spoke up and quickly approached the Virgin.

In the meantime, the slender sword blocks her from going when the poison dagger is about to pierce her. The dark hand who opened his eyes turned his eyes to the person whose sword guarded him with astonishment.

No. She was defending herself as her slender sword floated in the hollow. And before another impending dark hand, a dagger was protecting her surroundings. That sight out of nobody's hands, from soldiers who knew nothing, would only have seemed blessed by God.

Virgin Lecia Fer Gille.

The inhuman beauty woman watched the sight without blinking. It's like watching a line of ants walking down the road. The Dark Hand, prevented from a special dagger, quickly regains his posture, but by then a deep, skinny long sword has already pierced his chest.

A pair of long swords and daggers to protect her.

Without giving eyes to the dark hand who blows blood and falls, Lecia puts her hands to heaven.

"Mother, have mercy."

The magic vegetables floating around her dye the ground with the brilliance of red balls.

Those mutilated by the poisonous dagger are released from their suffering. Having done both detoxification and healing, she healed the wounded without touching the wounds.

From the soldiers, a sigh of envy and worship leaked.

─ ─ Do not assemble under the Virgin Lecia Fer Zier! To protect the human world.

On the northern earth, a new cloud of war was about to roll around the Virgin Lecia.

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Between the summer and autumn of 233 in the history of the Kingdom of Germion, in the battle against the princess of war, the king of Goblin made the enactment of the name of the country and the decision of the capital in the form of a suggestion by the Governor of the West Capital, Josh.

"The shape as a country is too vague"

"Hmm?"

Both the King of Goblins and Puell were to lean their necks, but from the overwhelming majority of humans, it was one part of the time where the sense of realism did not boil down, even when they heard that the rule of Goblins was available in taxes and apparently safety.

"Do you really need it?

"It's fine to say that you don't drive people into battle, but if you don't have the consciousness to say that you're a people in this country, it's a big difference from a policing perspective."

"Is that what this is all about?

Even if you ask Puel beside you, she also has a neglect for the finesse of this kind of human mind. Even if I could read the movement on the battlefield, it was a category I didn't like when it came to politics.

"Well..."

"The name of the country and the capital, the last minimum… we need you to specify the degree of the calendar!

Josh, who apparently felt that the king was not motivated by the problem, decided to bury it from the outer moat.

"Lord Puell, what do you think is the biggest problem in internal affairs right now?

"... Reconstruction from devastation by the mobs"

"Exactly. The damage is also enormous, especially to Puena, the Kingdom of Erlane and the Germion District. It is urgent to curb their re-mobbing and restore security. For that!

"Country names and capitals, you think calendars are useful?

Josh also responds to a half-hearted Puell question with a strained chest.

"Yes, even in building a country with feet on the ground, it is always necessary. To make each and every citizen proud to be a people of this country, it creates domestic stability."

"... Sure, even fairy tribes value pride. Unless you can afford to betray your settlement."

"Hmmm......"

And the king, who nodded with disapproval, had to lay down the name of the kingdom in such a way that Josh would push him off.

I take care of my spare attitude as I float my inner sweat.

"... in Black Sun Country (Arlodena), how about that?

"Fine, then we'll set the calendar."

"Ugh, um"

It was so upsetting that it made me wonder if the king of Goblin had ever been so upset before. No one can ask for help on this issue.

It's not like naming a goblin. You can't attach nasty things, and if you try to be the king of goblins, who thinly realizes that his taste is apparently isolated from people, it was a time equal to torture.

"… shall be the King's Calendar. The year of the defeat of the Kingdom of Germion shall be the King's New Year and the calendar of the Kingdom of Germion shall apply mutatis mutandis."

"Yes, that's the capital at the end of the day."

"Uhm."

"I think Richew, the king capital of the Shreddinist nation, would be nice to do this. But I haven't got it yet."

It is difficult to decide on a capital because no nation has ever been more rapidly erected before. And the King of Goblins will continue to expand his hand of aggression even further.

"It's not tentative, but for now, why don't they set the capital in the king's capital of the former kingdom of Germion? After the attack on the Shreddinist state, I was wondering if it could be in the form of a transition capital."

Josh has no doubt that the King of Goblins will dominate the entire continent. Above all, my sister, Shmere, is cooperating, so there are circumstances where you say you will have trouble losing.

So, he thought that if there was, he could choose the most suitable place as a capital after dominating the entire continent. In the Fort of the Abyss in the Dark Forest, it would be good if only to govern demons, but if you ask me if it is the best way to govern subhumans and humans who have entered the plains, I can't help but question it.

The distance is the transmission speed.

That's how fast information is transmitted if you're close, and that's how slow information is transmitted if you're far away. It affects the range of actions you can take when a problem arises. Therefore, if you think it will unite the whole continent, it is just right around the Shreddinist country in the middle of the continent.

Even though it is surrounded by plains, the fully developed King's Capital, Richew, would be worthy of the capital.

Okay, that's how you figure it out.

"Yes, then decide on the name of the capital."

"Lindong (Garm Sue)"

"Coming east, is it?"

To the words of Puel, the king nods.

"I was wondering if you'd mind."

(i) Josh, having finished his work, overlaps words further separately from then on.

"Celebrate the founding of the country with a banquet"

"What?"

"Naturally, in Garm Su, the capital, we must distribute wine to the people in the name of the king."

"Wet!"

flat as he hears the roar of the king, Josh says.

"Please listen to me until the end. If you ask me, do you think the goblins can drink too? We owe it to those who inspire loyalty for the king."

"But now it's war time."

"It takes more than three days, no matter how you fly a horse, from the Shrine country to this point. Besides, Lord Puell's intelligence network is getting ready, isn't it?

Josh snorts at Puell, who snorts silently.

"Then don't worry."

"… Sometimes you also need entertainment"

"Thank you for understanding. The people want cheap tax revenues and a safe life. That's natural, but it's not the only way to live."

"... do people not live only with bread?"

To Josh, who bowed his head silently, the king of Goblins had to nod deeply.

Josh wanted to tell the king to breathe a little too, but as far as he was concerned he took a sigh of relief as it seemed to have passed well.

"Let's be good. Celebrate the founding of the nation and behave with alcohol and bread to the people of the capital"

"Are you sure, King? They could be thugs."

"There's a problem. If booze affects a mob outbreak, you have to weigh yourself down."

Puell also snorts with a slight grin at the king's floating grin.

"Okay. Estimate the food to be distributed to Lord Josh. It is also necessary to let the people of the capital know that it is a grace from the king. That's for Lord Josh, too. We must further inform you that the country name and calendar, as well as the capital, have been enacted throughout the territory. Let's ask Lord Josh for that, too."

"P, Lord Puell, is there also any resentment towards me?

To Josh changing his complexion, Puell smiles so calmly that there is no more.

"No, nothing... but dare I say, you and Serena seem to be getting along a lot lately"

In the end Josh did all those tasks and it was three days later that he left to flee Garm Sue.