Goblin Kingdom

The army of Goblins, who fulfilled the occupation of the Shrubbin state and made the transition capital by renaming the king capital Lishew Levea Sue, ran for the finalization of the border to calm down for the first time.

In the New Year's Eve of the 2nd Lunar Year, only a month has passed since he made his transition to the capital last winter. Let the territory be finalised, with the exception of belonging countries, with little resistance. At the same time, we had to decide on the treatment of the Royal Shushnu family.

"I won't take my life. I also recognize the survival of the country."

While riding the route set by the king of Goblin as a major premise, then there is the question of which land to give and to what extent. Or if the inhabitants of the king's capital, fearing goblins, wanted to emigrate, they had to solve all their problems simply by surviving the royal family.

In the end, the problem settled into the form in which the King of Goblin said that he would survive the Shrubbing nation in the form of giving royal jurisdiction. With the minimum necessary force and a territory smaller than the three great nobles of Shushnu, Shushnu was to survive as a small nation.

And against the remaining nobles, the Goblin side was at peace.

"... you think you can appease the territory?

One of the three great nobles. Barad Agalmua was facing Puel, the person in charge of the practice, with his eagle nose ringing.

"Yeah, but it's going to be a big increase in inheritance taxes."

……

The nobles were optimistic that the royal family would not be punished that badly. Even the Lilinoyers, who caused the most damage to the Goblins, did not confiscate their territory and left it there.

Not to mention the prospect of the nobles that they could not be so devastated that they were not directly involved in the battle.

But one important element is missing from it.

Kushnor was the one who didn't let the dead out, but he was ordered to pay compensation. Balad, who is in the information, was guessing from there the aim of the Goblin side of the Great Ordinary.

I mean, take it from where you can take it.

Lilinoye was the greatest gateway to force. But my lord Blanche died, and his commanding cavalry, which was under his command, was half-baked. The Dagger of the War Maiden (Valkyria) that was in the Alliance has become their running dog.

Let Kushnor, who knows the flow of gold, give out the gold. Then, thinking about himself, Balad had to remind himself of his foundations.

The landlords and the lawyers.

I can give you an approximate idea of what the goblin side will give you if you get there.

It's incredible, but it seems that the Goblins intend to judge people by law, not by the voice of God or the opinion of those in power, when they try.

In countries other than Shushnu, jurisdiction is vested in the lord of the land, and arbitrariness is the norm in this era. It's incredible, but Balad was stunned that the demons and those who despised them had the same values as they did.

And at the same time, he was afraid.

The territory is appeased. But the inheritance tax will increase.

His biggest concern was that his own son would not be as talented as he was.

Grandchildren are still young and not old enough to put them at their disposal for education.

And the fact that they've made statements that make them smell is that they're trying to suppress Balad's behavior by stretching out an information network that accurately discerns his weaknesses and giving him a nail.

Balad couldn't stop sweating cold.

Even when I confronted the former war princess Claudia, I never felt the fear so far. It is as if it were the end of the world, a fear whose feet are crumbling apart.

"... how far?"

"What is it?

A gaze pierces the words leaked by accident with groans, reminiscent of Puell's blade of ice.

"No, you don't want to be old."

"We want to be good understanders of each other."

There was no longer a skilled politician's face, and the blue-blooded Balad had to shrug and exit before her. Not yet, in time, Balad told himself in the carriage to return.

We must prepare for the future. If we raise our grandchildren and create an attitude that allows us to maintain power even in the reduced territories, Agalmua will be crushed so that those goblins can strangle her with seriousness.

- Like Kushnor!

Later, Balad delivers a desire for seclusion and a letter saying he will give the Lord over to his son.

Puel, who kept the three great nobles without military force, also remembered to sell favors to the Shushnu royal family by adding the territory he took up as inheritance tax as the territory of the nascent Shushnu.

While maintaining good relations with the ousted royal family, she devotes herself to searing out disturbing molecules in the country and stabbing nails. Just hold on to the evidence that I can crush you at any time, and the nobles who have not been so financially cornered will be quiet, and the eyes of the rebellion against the Goblins will be crushed.

But it is also true that no matter what, there were forces that could not obey the Goblins.

That was the Adventurer Alliance.

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Josh, who holds the title of Guild General Manager as Governor of Nishido, overheard the information as usual in Nishido during his busy work.

"Bounty neck?

The story, caught on Puell's stretched information network, certainly had a strange veracity that had to be convinced if heard.

They took refuge in areas less occupied by the more eastern Goblins at the same time as the Shrine State, which was the home of the Alliance, was occupied by the Goblins in battle. We should have gotten a good amount of it because we're moving the headquarters function as it is, but we still managed to get away with it, so we're never incompetent, and we were lucky.

A union (guild) is a coordinating station for requests and was launched to protect unionists who join it. But as time went on, the guild itself became enormous in funding, transforming itself into a power mechanism. The Alliance itself had the will, and as a strong patron, it had supported the Lirinoyers to the point of influencing national government.

They had a perception that they were using power for the right purpose. The right purpose is to protect the human world. But reality betrayed them at an overwhelming rate. It is the rise of the king of Goblin. The demons that had been pushed only unilaterally were united and turned the flag against humans.

And the united demons were strong. You can betray their expectations greatly and say they were too strong.

Goblins who come there and usually even make it a crusade goal have made the country and even occupied their city.

It's no surprise you think you'll be retaliated against naturally.

In addition, the Alliance of the Land of Demons says it is rushing to the occupied area. You can't compete and win. Anyway, the opponent is made with the support of the state. No matter how huge the organization became, it was a battle that could not have been won if only purely military power had been pulled out.

I guess I couldn't forgive you. The organization that has developed for humanity has become an instrument of demonic aggression.

They therefore temporarily sought to flee and called upon all mankind that remained there.

- I'm putting a prize on their necks! Life and death are irrelevant. Bring their necks!

"Passionate."

Josh heard the report as he sighed.

"And on my neck too?

Josh bit his bitter grin at the amount of money Mericia offered to snort.

"That's enough to live and play for the rest of your life."

"It's terrible. Your husband didn't do anything wrong."

"Hmm. Something like they're pretty much cornered."

For Josh, the branches of the guild that have sent him to various countries are not so much looking for profit as for the role of dominant and non-rulent lubricants. With the lubricant of profit, if we strengthen the link between people and those who have to, we will already be tempted to break up when we realize it.

That is one form of symbiosis in his mind.

"Well, I can't stop now."

"Master, I still think we need an escort or something!

"Huh?"

If I noticed, Mericia was holding hands in front of my chest, staring at him as I had hoped somewhere.

"Do you know what the Felby squad in Ellane is? They seem to be guards made up of fairy people, but they all look beautiful! Oh, of course... I'm your husband..."

"Ha..."

Mericia, who has Josh on her ass with nothing but a dry laugh, turning red or blue, even more so.

"Are you selecting from the guards after all? But that's an obstacle to security, so I knew I'd have to hire a new one! If that's the case, I think he's a fairy warrior, even if he looks good!

Already in her, hiring a guard to escort Josh seems to be the default route.

"Uh-huh... but hey, fairies are pretty popular, so wherever you go... and it has to do with money"

"Money will screw it out!

Glittering eyes with eyes stained with desire. Mericia runs out.

At that time - and opening the door and entering the room with momentum - were two fairy adventurers, Serena, and a spider-legged chief, Nikaia.

"I heard the story!

"An escort. Right?

"There are the best people to escort!

Serena moved her broken ears slightly, and Nikaia, the spider-legged man, nodded in arms.

"No, you can't. I need an escort from a fairy warrior!

Mericia desperately solicits with cloudy eyes for private personal greed, but Serena and Nicea did not leave resolutely.

"No! The West Capital has the escort it deserves!

"Oh, just in time...... no, I have a powerful escort"

"You were eavesdropping!

"Oh, don't do that. Awesome! I'm a little eary, and when I'm conscious, I just hear conversations in the next room!

Listening to the conversation of their fornicating girlfriend, Josh was thinking something completely different.

"Anyway, I'm going to turn the sub over to the escort, but you don't mind?

Nikaa confirms to one Josh as Serena and Mericia continue their arguments.

"Yeah, please"

Josh nodded unconsciously, and Mericia was eventually pushed out, and Josh's escorts were to be replaced by those chosen from among the subpeople.

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Tanya Fadran, the elder of the white tower, wanted to cover her eyes with the look of Lecia sitting in her chair. No matter how she says she is the Virgin who saves people, it is what she does in person.

Definitely not something others should impose.

I know that.

I know and still, wasn't she convinced to take Lecia's will?

To save mankind.

That responsibility, which should be heavier than anything and more honorable than anything else.

It was a room in the nostalgia of the ivory tower where only those who ascended to the supreme position of power were allowed to enter. Tanya has known Lecia since she was just a little girl.

Her parents pulled her hand, her crying voice deposited in the ivory tower.

I educated her that she had nothing to lose and preached her thoughts as a Virgin.

That memory, warm and nostalgic, torments Tanya.

Is it painful, Lord Tanya?

Tanya was surprised by the voice called from behind, which she had no sign of, but when she looked back, she had already returned to the Lord of her voice with that surprise within her.

"Lord Floyd..."

There is the figure of an immortal magician who has become a young man, who should be surely older than Tanya. A beauty mage with a smile on her mouth watches the old Tanya as if she were merciful to her children.

"You are… sounds like fun"

"Yes. The results of a long study are being demonstrated. You don't feel bad."

Tanya turns to Floyd, who flaunts her shoulders, with a glance of criticism.

"... that girl is not an animal for experimentation!

"Take it easy. Tanya Fadran. You're suffering because of your own blame, aren't you? Eight hits on me doesn't solve that."

"... excuse me. Lord Floyd Berchen, Elder of the Blue Tower"

"No. I know you're upset, too. Lord Tanya has been kind enough to raise him, because he is like a granddaughter."

Is it because my own nerves are so expensive that I feel poisoned by Floyd's words? She analyzed herself and tried to be calm.

"No."

"... brilliant. The boulder is Lord Tanya."

Floyd, smiling at Tanya, who regained her composure, asks her complexion as she approaches the side of Lecia.

"Sacrificing our poor daughter, we defend the human world. Damn, that's so helpless that it makes you sad. But you can't stop saying it's awful. Because we don't have an alternative anymore."

The kingdom of Germion, the military state of the West; the king of blood alliance red, who reigned in the South; and the prairie power of the Shnu religion. They should all have been the world's crowning powers.

An unparalleled nation built by man.

But that's the reality of being torn, ravaged and conquered by goblins.

"We have to face it in order to protect the human world. That is the existential significance of the ivory tower. The role of what collects the remnants of the scattered gods and protects the world as a substitute for the gods who have left. Don't let your emotions wiggle you away and lose your cool judgment"

"... Yep, I know"

Having ascertained Lecia's physical condition, Floyd also ascertains the complexion of the gray wolf and subhuman groaning at Lecia's feet.

"You're doing better than I thought..."

When he finishes checking the collar of the gray wolf and the bracelet placed in the hands of the subhuman, he turns his back on Tanya.

"I asked Lord Cerion to go to negotiations so that I could borrow Lord Orloin. Lord Tanya would be delighted to bring the people of the Union together."

"... I know. Let me look at this girl's face a little more."

"Until you feel better"

After Floyd leaves, Tanya sits back in her chair to collapse.

"... forgive me, Lecia. Forgive me, Cecil."

Now the name of her already dead grandson, she murmured as she prayed.

Floyd, out of Lecia's room, headed with his feet to his lab in the ivory tower. When you open a locked, heavy door, there's a two-wielded sword floating in a pale, light-emitting tank.

"... Hmm"

I checked those conditions and interrupted the work when I heard a knock in his ear taking notes.

"Go ahead."

"Sorry to interrupt"

It was the two of us who came in.

The elder serion of the red tower and the legend that makes life the highest power of the small nations of the north. It was an aurone that manipulated the eyes of the Flaming King (Marcosias).

"Thank you for waiting. Lord Orloin. It is an honor to meet the legend of life and the praiseworthy."

Grey hair and long. The greedy eyes that didn't make him feel old and the grin stuck in his mouth made him feel a flutter, the man bowed his head.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't think I'll have a chance to meet the immortal sorcerer. and this is the sword of soul stripping"

"It is a weapon of the thoughts of those who gave their lives to protect the Lord in good health. God's blessings have taken shape."

"Just kidding. Neither I nor the immortal sorcerer believe in God."

"I'm a devout believer. I am."

Laughing incessantly at Floyd, Aurorn laughs invincibly.

"Now, about the request, should we kick both the goblins?

"It seems so. Is it too easy for you to live a legend and be praised?

"The goblins that hold half the world under their control. It won't be easy...... but well, there's no reason you can't kill me"

"Then we have a contract."

"Look at my power, but it's good. My client."

Dropping off Cerion and Auroen as they exited, Floyd distorted his mouth into the form of a laugh.

"Do you not believe in God? But God does exist."

Floyd grinned thinly and wrote a note again for the study that he could pull it right in.

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The screams of the Adventurer Guild were received by the Goblin side in the form of being silenced. In fact, the way Josh on the goblin side applied the guild was moisturizing the people and daring them to risk their lives by massive utilities and so forth until they lost sight of the significance of defying the goblins.

Even in the anti-goblin regions of Puena and Germion, there were no cities that responded to the voice of the Adventurer Guild and cut the rudder to the anti-goblin side, and there were no voices of dissatisfaction from the people. Alternatively, it was conceived that the anti-goblin leader had been beheaded due to the measures of the war princess.

It was rather the smaller countries bordering the kingdom of Arlodena that could not stand the creepy silence. Small states formerly subordinate to the Shrine state plotted to explore the internal circumstances of the countries ruled by the Goblins, or to send people in with the intention of assassinating them, but at the end of the day they would fail.

Almost at the same time as Goblin rose to domination, Vine built up a major force in the dark streets of the Shreddinist nation, bringing together those who could not live in the tabular world.

Kushnor was the result of Vine's handbeaten, eight-hitting sensation, but her figure of piling up the Corpse Mountain Blood River and making fun of it echoed back into the world with the synonym of fear.

Ironically, the most loyal people who worked under her were subhumans and fairy clans who took them off the slave border, among others. Over 300 in total they are those who originally had better physical abilities than humans and excelled in witchcraft.

In the world behind the accidental strike and assault being the norm, no one could rely more on them.

A handful, but also a reputation for sharp alignment, Hezuki (Red Moon) changed its size and meaning and returned to Shushnu again. It was burned to people's memories, along with the name Bloody Hermoon, a major force in the Dark City.

"This will be the roster"

"Hmm?"

Looking down at the roster given to Vine from Sophia, a flight to freedom (Elks) that felt completely exclusive, Vine replied carelessly.

"You don't feel motivated"

"Mana... there's nowhere to defy Hezuki these days."

"... if we had four cases in the last month, three already this month, one of them more than fifty major murders, wouldn't that be the case?

"That's the way you put it, you're starting to look like Puell's little girl."

Sophia frowned at Vine laughing at her.

"Nothing, I'm not conscious!

"Heh, I don't mind anything. Come on, let's go!

Vine stands up with a slender song knife on her shoulder resting on her hips. Following her, subhuman and fairy clans rise one after the other.

A month later, Vine, who used Elks' information network to bring the former tighteners of Dark City to a blood festival, will have the Dark City entirely at her disposal.

In the night of the Wang du Revea Sue, the charm is trekking.

Subhumans, fairies, inhumans who don't even think of people as people, it is the Blood Alliance (Klan) Hermoon that binds them.

It is the red and black darkness of Revea Sue, led by Vine the Mad Blade.

Such rumors were whispered among good boys and girls.