Goblin Kingdom

The King's journey makes political sense just that.

It was about four days after I left that the king of Goblin understood that word, which Puel told me, in most ways. He was the king of Goblin, who chose a path from the king's sitting capital (Revea Suu) through the nearby small villages, not through the Lindong (Garm Suu), to the western untouched realm, but the journey was indeed slow, considering the health of the king of Goblin.

If you feel like it, you can reach the northern volcanic belt through the whole day. Try the goblins, and you'll be sure to consume enough itineraries to say it's too late.

Early spring of the fourth year of the King's calendar.

In the neighborhood of Revea Sue, wheat ears swayed on one side before the low colour, and it was the season when the wind stroked my skin comfortably when the winter cold soothed. Arrangements to stay in the lodging are all made in advance, and robust chairs and sleeping quarters for the King of Goblins to stay in are also provided.

Or even with regard to meals per village, if there was anything unique about the region, it was to be offered. Regardless of the promised adequate reward, it warmed the nostalgia of the villages slightly. But it was Lecia and the humans who enjoyed the lost taste of the Goblin king without knowing his own dishes.

On the first day of his journey, Lecia had already mentioned the health of the king of Goblin.

"What's wrong with the king?

To Lecia, who asks so, the king of Goblin tries to delude himself into making Puel, but there was Lecia, who had toured every village as the Virgin and had seen many sick and wounded. You can't be deluded by such things, and when you cram into a king, you even start preaching.

"You mustn't lie. Doesn't that cure anything either! May I..."

The bitter memories of once living together in a small village blur only slightly behind the king's brain, even with a nostalgic and bitter grin. I can't save it because Lecia will blame me for that, and it will take longer to preach.

Finally, in the form of the surrender of the king of Goblin, he is made to wash away and testify to his own malaise, which he himself grasps, and he takes it on a note. For a king to dominate the continent, it was a long time untouched.

Since then Lecia openly speaks of the poor health of the King of Goblins. If you let her tell you, the bad stuff is bad, so you won't have to hide it, it was.

"Where might there be enemy eyes!

Gi Zar and others have also tried to argue, but Lecia argues with her chest outstretched.

"It's you, the army, starting with Mr. Puell, who will do something about it!

It was a statement that could be called a round throw, but Gi Zar had no choice but to shut up. The front moves to the east, and it is the small, isolated country of national power that we are dealing with. Now the battle is dominating that the king of goblins doesn't need to put out.

And before swallowing small nations, there is the Holy King Alsace and the Yama of the Marine Nation, but if we compare the power of nations, including even small ones, we have not so much to fear. It was their view, starting with Puel, that the power of the four generals alone would be able to control them.

Besides, it is the unanimous view of Gi Zar and others that says that the health of the king of Goblin is paramount. You'll soon see the change in the health of the king of Goblin, but you've never crossed it.

"Mmmm..."

Gi Zar, who roared with a crease between his eyebrows, had to reply bitterly acknowledging.

"The king doesn't know what it tastes like, so I'll take this."

That often happened, for example when dining with Lecia, but the King of Goblins had allowed it with a truly tolerant heart. He was making her like it because he could see the care of Lecia, who strives to behave brightly.

"Mm-hmm, I prefer eyes with a little more flavor. Make an improvement request in the King's name."

"No, that's not good. It's a traditional dish, isn't it?

Regardless, I have often spoken so as not to go too far.

"Alcohol or something. Do you drink it?

"Are you even saying you're the head of a hundred pills? I don't think it'll work."

"May I, my king? The head of a hundred pills is not just the body. You're called the head of a hundred pills because you spit poison in your heart."

"... don't you just want a drink?

"What are you talking about! Something believable at best, craving alcohol, etc., is too bad on the outside. But you are. If the king really says so, it's not a rush to keep it with you. By the way, I asked the villagers that this is a wine region. They ship to Revea Sue in the distance, so you can guarantee the flavor. And it's this land pattern. I was guided earlier and tried to show my face in an underground warehouse, but when I said the wide variety of wines I put to sleep, I wouldn't even pick it up at a luxury tavern in Revea Sue!

"... well, good"

"Now, please! Let's do that!

Lecia, who seems to even sing out her nose, shakes her long hair and asks for wine, puts it before the king of goblins.

"Here you go."

As recommended, he was the king of drinking-up goblins, but leaned his neck and frowned.

"I'm still not drunk."

"Isn't it because it's not enough? It's quite delicious though."

Overlapping the cup, but neither Lecia nor the King of Goblins are very good quality on the surface. The extent to which Lecia points Zhu to her white-magnetic skin. As far as the king of Goblin is concerned, there is no change.

By the time I was over three bottles, I could see that Lecia's eyes were all loose to intoxication and drowsiness was attacking her. The same king of goblins recommends sleeping with a bitter smile, but Lecia, as she came up with, takes out the pills with dangerous hands when she opens the medicine box.

"This morning, you took your medicine. Yes, for the king."

The king, who had no idea what the medicine was, was staring at the pills offered by Lecia in silence. But the drunk followers didn't like it.

"What is it! If you can't take my pills, but!?

The king gazes at Lecia, who has become suspicious even of the curse, with the eyes of Zito. It seems a universal truth beyond the world that drunkards should not be dealt with properly.

"Okay. Drink that and you'll go to bed."

"Yeah, you're welcome. Come on, drink it. Oh, or do you want me to drink it! Your body's big, you've been thinking about that!

"I don't have a word for that..."

"Yeah, you're welcome. As a follower of the goddess of healing, let me give you a drink from my hand."

When I struggle and sit on the lap of the king of goblins, I put my face close and smile.

Open your mouth, king.

"Mm-hmm."

Lecia swallows medicine in the king's mouth as it is done.

"... better? King."

"Oh, I feel better. So rest easy, you too."

"Yes, good... the king, well..."

Lecia falls asleep like that. Sleeping with a gentle grin, her side was what she rightly deserved to call the Virgin. At least that's what it looked like to the king of goblins.

Sleeping Lecia on the sleeping table, the king of Goblin watched its sleeping face for a while.

"Alcohol makes you spit out the poison of your heart... then it's Lecia. Stay asleep and listen to my poison."

When he sits back in his chair, the king of goblins tries to lick the cup again and drink wine.

Memories I remember. Remembering the illusion that something else is lurking in you.

And attack him, anxiety.

I exhale vague anxiety about who the hell I am.

The lid of the king of goblins also closes naturally whether the medicine applied by Lecia has worked. Was it because I spit out the poison in my heart, a peaceful sleep I haven't visited in a while. Listening to the sleep of the king of Goblin, Lecia rises to her senses.

When you take the blanket that was on you, gently apply it to the sleeping goblin king.

"... it's all right, King. I'm sure you'll be fine."

She quit the king's bedroom and went back to her room to sleep.

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Gi Zar's appearance is as close to man as it has been since he became a mage class. Blue and white skin and skinny body. Long stretched hair to store magic vegetables binds to one behind them, and even looks wrinkled between the brows in a grumpy way, before its aesthetic shape, it doesn't make much sense.

Rather than say goblin, its appearance, reminiscent of the fairy clan, is very unlikely to be of the same race as that of the kings of Gi-Go-Amatsuki and Goblin. The same can be said for the alchemist class Gi Do Burga, but unlike Gi Za, who gives the impression of pity with his sliced long eyes, Gi Do gives a sauce-eyed, soft look.

Well, the pedigree is different, but it must fall within the boundaries of the great beauty shape, so it's not a big difference.

Compared to that, Gi-Go-Amatsuki and others are the kings of Goblin.

Thin, tight muscles are not wasted as if they come with as much as you need them where you need them, and they are smooth and tall. Appearance is more of a fierce thing than a delicate one, but it has a kind of charm as a strong person. From each and every movement, as a seeping strong, the wind covers Gi-Go's body.

horns as if rebelling against heaven peeking from between the hairs of the fluffy hair, the colour of the eyes is the vermilion that foresees darkness. It is rare to show emotions on the table from time to time, and it is rare to peek into the fangs and get mad.

Skin peeking between thin tops is tight red copper like steel. Cover your feet with wide pants like a human wearing a curved knife that you want to put on your hips. Nor does Eustia, the chief of the Snow Ghost (Yugshiva), who follows him anywhere after him, try to take the ghost side off.

And he is king of goblins.

It also spans a ferocious flesh-eating fear horse (Andrew Arcs), a giant body approaching two meters tall. The way he rides prestigiously without intending to hide the sword he wants to lay on his hips may be an object of worship from the Goblins, but from the villages he visits, it is tantamount to the coming of the Demon King of Terror.

Apart from the accompanying lecia, if the villagers are told who to rely on in it, they naturally have to become close to them. In other words, it was natural that we wanted to rely on those who were somewhat closer to our appearance, rather than two of the obvious out-of-the-way looks.

Every time we arrive in the village, the village chiefs visit the Gui Za Zak End to plead. Each time he carved a wrinkle between his eyebrows and was a gi zer who responded to his grump, but he did not even push him back because he himself told him that he should not burden the king.

In it, Gi Zar was trying to inform the King only of the cases that I really thought required the King's judgment. Other trivial things, Gi Zar himself writes to Puel, who is in Lordship or Revea Sue, to improve.

For example, boundaries with neighboring villages, rights to use springs, pasture problems, and so on. That's all the problems will arise if people live there, and they will need authority and power to mediate it. It doesn't matter how much manpower you have when you're exercising it on your strength.

"There's too much of anything. That evil bitch... I don't think this path is a pile of problems."

Gi Zar, who receives a plea in the villages where he goes, crushes without even trying to hide his displeasure, but he cannot help but hear their plea once and for all.

"If it's also a crusade of warcraft, turn to Gi-Go or something else and you'll easily find Keri."

With a hard time thinking about it, Gi Zar was handling the plea.

One of them stopped in his eyes was the village on the fifth day of the journey. Equal distance from Revea Sue and Garm Sue. It is an event in a village in an area formerly regarded as the northern part of the Shrine State.

"What, goblin damage! Well, there's someone in charge."

Having received the report as a delight, Gi Zar was to immediately ask the King of Goblin for the secondment of Gi Go. Gi-go-Amatsuki, who was listening beside the king, asks the king for the judgment only with his vermilion eyes similar to the king's. With the king's leave to snort at Eagle Yang, the Sword King went out to the area where only one goblin and Eustia were accompanied by goblin damage.

The treatment of the so-called "wild” goblins who are not under the king's umbrella as the king of goblins continues to hegemony is left to the senior goblins who deal with them.

If you are Gi Goo Verbena or Gi Gee Old, hunting down and surrounding you with warcraft and subordination and adding you to your own people is a top priority, but if you are Gi Gar Larks or La Gilmi Fisiga, you are often relentlessly stroked to death.

In the first place, it was due to the fact that people were recognizing it, and very often there was some kind of discontent. Gilmi, who brings a multitude of races together in his army, must inevitably be self-inflicted, even to Gi Gur. In Alan Sign, which will be enclosing Leonheart, Valkyria, etc., they were treated close to the main force of the army.

Gi Goo Verbena, on the other hand, who lists goblin supremacy, was in the direction of forgiveness if sin before meeting himself or the king, whatever goblin, in extreme terms. This can be done because his army has goblins as its main body. Humans exist only war slaves to an auxiliary degree.

The same is true of Gi-Gi-Old, who basically has no human presence in his army. Therefore, it was possible to add goblins under the roof without creating a backlash.

Now, depending on the treatment of such advanced goblins, the "wild” ones, the treatment of Gi-Go was truly thorough.

"We must capture the Lord of the flock."

Confirming the reported location of the damage with a sharp gaze peeking from beneath his hair, he declares to one and one who has followed. Follow them snorting, scratching the trees, looking for a settlement of goblins. Goblins who originally have a sharp sense of smell, but their abilities are even higher as their ranks rise.

When he discovered the settlement without so much difficulty, the dignified Gi-Go showed up and went inside the settlement. When Gi-Go, as tall as his head four, squeaks at the noisy goblins, they are uniformly frightened and lagged behind.

"Let the Lord out."

The wild goblins trembled at the low and intimidating voices and the hegemony of the mighty who stood in their midst. When we find Goblin, the Lord of the flock who fled at the limit of patience, we command those who could obey.

"Slash."

One and one rush out at an arrow-like speed released from a bow squeezed as soon as possible. It was almost at the same time that a rare goblin was snapped around his neck and pierced through his heart as he slipped through and leaped like a disease among the stunning goblins.

It was Goblin who followed Gi Go who snapped his neck. It was Eustia who pierced the heart.

"Good. Follow us and move the residence. If you say no, you'll be like him."

There was no one who could defy the gi-go to proclaim.

"It was a good thrust"

Eustia nods joyfully at the words of Gi-Go who praises her. And it is still the goblin of a rare swordsman that Gi Go turned his gaze on. Even during successive fierce battles, a glance at the goblin that came according to Gi Go, Gi Go pulls out a song knife and hits the shoulder of a rare goblin.

"Give it a name. Name me Go-Lai."

Rare goblins that let Fuku drip their necks.

Goblin, named Go Rai, returned under the king of Goblin as he mastered the flock when he brought the head of the Lord of the flock who had slashed him.

"Um, Lord Gi-Go"

"What?"

Looking at the rear of the herd leaving, Gi Go answers.

"Why didn't you kill them?

"... Once upon a time, my friend used to say: He wants us to try to achieve symbiosis between goblins and humans."

"Yes. That... won't you take the king's scolding?

"I have nothing to show you. The king is not so narrow, and if he is to be blamed for this, then you should give him this neck."

"Lord Gi-Go!

"... just kidding. Hmm, apparently I don't like jokes. Everybody's gonna get serious."

Eustia strokes her chest down to a gi go with a slight grin on her mouth.

"If that happens, I have to die, too"

"Hmm, don't bother with that"

Following a herd that slowly began to walk, Eustia and the two Gi Go walked away.

Waiting for the arrival of Gi-Go, a line of goblin kings was about to leave for the volcanic zone.