Almost at the same time that the Knights of the Kingdom enjoyed the golden fruit and was hitting the tongue drums in a row.
In one of the castle cities in the eastern part of the empire, the shadows of three men swayed by the lights.
He is a bald middle-aged man with plain but expensive clothes, a skinny man with a handle beard in his sleepy half-eyed, and a matching grandeur with short gray hair.
"Has the Knights of the Kingdom lost nearly a third of the knights they own in their battle against the heavy horse" Heavy Lancer "
To the overly shocking content of the resulting information, Borderline uncle clogs his voice with one hand on his bald head.
The handle beard stroked his proud beard with his finger, adding information.
"It's half a dozen if you're a class A knight. If you look at it militarily, it won't fit a third of the time."
Often indoors, silence flows.
Borderline uncles who are lords, handle beards who oversee politics and intelligence, and short gray hair with military aspects to it. The three of us here now are the ones at the top of the military base in the eastern Empire.
It is certainly a delightful information for them to ask about their military entry into the kingdom.
But the magnitude of the damage suffered by the Knights of the Kingdom and the presence of the herd of heavy horse "Heavy Lancers" who gave it to them kept their mouths shut.
"It's troublesome that you're playing with an unknown location."
Gray-haired short hair roars arms together.
It has nothing to do with the Warcraft, such as borders. It's not necessarily like a bunch of heavily horse-riding Heavy Lancers with so much fighting power won't show up in imperial territory beyond the mountains.
The short gray hair asked by Uncle Borderline about what to do in that case is answered in a tone that is somewhat like giving up.
"No more assaults, slapping on the sides. We just have to do this thoroughly."
Correspondence to the heavy horse riding "Heavy Lancer" as per the stone "Theory". That's all I can think of when I do him.
Borderline uncle and handle beard don't have any good measures either, and the response comes together with a short gray-haired hair proposal. The agenda then moved on to the point.
The handle beard opens its mouth.
"Let's just say this is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. The Knights of the Kingdom seem to be replenishing their knights, but the contents are missing."
Cut the words, but no remarks from the two of us. The steering wheel beard continues the words as prompted.
"Even though I call him a Class B knight, the contents are Class C. Plus, the pilot doesn't have all the constants, and it won't be something he can put on the battlefield."
To the opinion of the steering wheel beard, the short gray hair also makes a loud snort.
"If you don't mistake your response to the remaining Class A knights, they'll be able to push you."
Two opinions military to politics, aiding themselves on both sides. Borderline uncle throwing it into a pot in his brain.
Add your own seasoning and simmer for a while.
And I cut it off.
We're moving.
To that one word, the handle beard and the short gray hair correct their posture and wait for the next word.
"The purpose to be achieved this time is the possession of the western part of the kingdom. For this reason, the objective shall be the occupation of the core city of Landburn in the western part of the Kingdom. Use your knights to make this happen."
The two snort.
"The lords are ready immediately. As soon as we're ready, we'll start the invasion."
Both names respond sharply to that order and rise from their seats.
At this moment, the borderline ambassador, who reaches the eastern part of the empire, set in motion a direct offensive in the western part of the kingdom.
And the movement of the enlivened supplies is immediately detected on the Kingdom side as well.
Military tensions between the two countries began to increase rapidly.
The stage of the story travels far northeast from the fortified city of Borderline Bob.
It is a region where many small states exist, in the form of sandwiches between empires and kingdoms.
The attitude of the empire, which did not hide its territorial ambitions, had alerted small groups of nations and, as a result, had given birth to numerous kingdom friendships.
The Niceacasian State is one of them.
"Your Majesty, the Kingdom has returned a letter."
In the only city of the Niceacasian state, in its central little hall, the king of the Niceacasian state receives a letter from the minister.
After cutting the wax and reading the sentence at first reading, he flashed his face.
"The kingdom said it could not send knights of the Knights."
To that word, the belly-up, faint old man, a minister, leaks his voice in cheerfulness, haha.
Recently, a disturbing trend has been observed on the Imperial side, requesting the Knights Dispatch for its restraint.
"Tensions are growing in the western part of the kingdom, that's what we hear. I wonder if it has anything to do with that."
To the words of the minister, I guess, the king replies.
And he began to wonder how far he could stand up to the Empire in a situation where the support of the Knights of the Kingdom was not available.
First, extrapolate the power of the entire group of small nations. It was instantly completed.
"The operable knights, including our barrel doll Barrel Doll, are three horsemen"
The knight has a pilot, and there are only three countries with both sides.
Fold three fingers with your right hand and continue.
"A total of three Class C knights? Don't worry about it."
The Lord turns to one another.
The forces in the northern part of the empire are much smaller than those in the eastern part of the empire we talked about. But we are, unfortunately, even weaker than that.
I'm not saying two horsemen, at least one horsemen, I want the support of a Class B knight. That is the truth.
"So why don't you request a merchant guild knight dispatch, not a knighthood knight"
To the minister's proposal, the king also leaks his voice, Hmm.
"Sure, you were a knight and pilot whose lightning was intoxicating. You think they're the ones essentially knocking down the stone golem?"
Shut up a lot and nod one thing. And gave instructions to the minister.
"Right. If the Knights Knight is not possible, I would ask you to at least send a merchant guild knight. Yes. Send a sentence to the kingdom."
The minister bowed his head deeply and walked chocolate to his desk.
The stage travels further from the Niceacasian country to the northwest, even though it is a short distance away.
That's a town in the northeast of the Empire.
the core of the empire in this land, but it is very unlikely to be a city. It's a town the size of anywhere.
And in the heart of the town, there is a fortress that combines the halls of the Lords.
This region is filled with small nations, including the Nicea Cassian nation.
Even if I didn't call it barren, the land lost weight, and for that reason no force was born to accumulate wealth and swallow its surroundings.
My forefinger didn't grow from the outside for a long time, probably because it lacked charm.
But the emperor of modern times is different.
Do not hide the ambitions of territorial expansion. For this reason, those who were upward oriented had drawn their will, and struggled to do what the emperor and himself wanted.
"That bald middle-aged man, he doesn't seem motivated"
A ripe woman pointing her mouth in a room in a fort that cannot be called a castle.
The long dark hair has a strong wavy effect, with a dark perfumed scent on the makeup of the stitches.
Eyeshadow was applied bluishly, and the pointy tip was applied crimson with lipstick.
"Well, what happens?"
A skinny man with an old face responds with a bitter smile.
Just as there is a frontier ambassador ruling the eastern part of the empire, there is also a Viscount to rule over this land.
And the Viscount viewed the borderline uncle as a rival, although unilaterally, with fierce antagonism.
The skinny man with the old face is the Viscount's chief minister. And it is the ripe and likely fallen woman in front of you, Viscount, who is that person.
"It's gonna work, too."
The mature Viscount speaks with a strong will in her eyes.
It's unclear how deep she thought and spoke, but the old lean nodded.
He supports the mature Viscount, both politically and militarily.
(Not bad)
The kingdom should be full of hands in preparation for the borderline uncle. Then there is little power to turn north.
(armored sleeves in our knights, such as the northern group of nations that lacked the support of the kingdom)
That's what I think, and I'll tell the mature Viscount that.
When she heard, she put down that thick makeup and immediately ordered the planning of an invasion operation.
"Understood."
I can't wait when I think of it. Old lean, familiar with its character, immediately begins to count the number of knights available for mobilization.
(Two B knights, six C knights)
This is the limit to which we can move outside.
(too much)
As soon as he nods, he spreads a large map between the mature Viscount and himself, placing several pawns.
"We break into small groups of nations in a way that responds to the invasion of peripheral uncles. Destroy their knights near here."
While explaining, move the people-shaped pawn on the map all the way through, knocking down another pawn that was placed there patchouli.
"Occupy major towns in each country and build defensive lines from here to here"
Next, a few short chopstick-like sticks are arranged on the south side of the group of small nations, near the kingdom.
"We will make this line of defence a new border with the Kingdom. This will make this land a new empire."
When I'm done saying it, I'll put up an empire little flag inside the stick. It's a cute flag, like following you to your children's lunch.
"It's been a long time. It doesn't hurt."
The mature Viscount laughs nasty as she holds her lower abdomen.
She rides herself a Class B knight and intends to make an appearance.
I won't stop getting old and thin. Because the mature Viscount is a lord and at the same time the most powerful pilot in the land.
Old skinny, also a class B knight pilot, is well aware of that. Her presence or absence on the battlefield greatly influences her ability to fight.
"I can't let a guy who can't ride a knight make me look big."
What comes to the attention of the mature Viscount is the figure of a dirty, bald middle-aged man halfway through. The man, who is a frontier uncle, is not a pilot.
Long ago, when a man still had abundant hair, she and the man were the same baron.
She wasn't in her eyes, such as a man who wasn't a pilot, but at some point her opponent overlapped the ascendant, adding position to where she now stands alongside the marquis named Uncle Borderline.
"I won't admit it. You."
To a man who's a knight and can't get out on the battlefield, he's not worth it as a man. Her values like that cannot allow Uncle Borderline to flourish.
This was how the northern Viscount moved, following the eastern border uncle of the Empire.
The location furthermore flies a long distance to the southeast.
It is the heart city of the kingdom, the capital of the king.
A bigger square in the center of that king's capital. Facing this square, a large building of merchant guilds is built.
Guild length room on its top and third floors.
There was a small old man with a goblin-like appearance, buried in an expensive age-old chair, and a thirty way old man standing in front of him.
"That's why, Tauro. They're asking us to help them north."
"Ha ha."
Being a thirty way old man, I give an unclean reply to sort things out in my head.
According to the guild chief, anything. The kingdom and empire are currently raising tensions on both sides.
One is the western border of Landburn.
The other is the North. I'm just not bordering directly here. It pinches several small states in between.
(To the west, sure)
The information gathered showed the empire's seriousness. It has been established that there will be an invasion soon.
In preparation for the west, the Knights began to tilt their full strength.
As a result, it was said that dispatching knights to countries of the North, which had received more requests than before, had become more difficult.
So for some reason, it's me and the old lady, The Old Lady.
I told him that the northern countries would come looking for merchant guild knights instead.
Even for a country, it's fine if it's not a Knights Knight. The guild chief was summoned by the prime minister and asked for a favor.
"The Knights don't have all the knights and pilots yet. In that regard, I would like to ask our friends to step on it."
So the guild chief cuts his words once and looks me up out of the chair with his anticipating eyes.
"It's your nomination. Why don't you go?"
The reason he was named Merchant Guild Knight would be about Stonegolem the other day.
As soon as we find out a little bit about where the knights were working around there that day, etc.
Probably around Lightning, you must have given your opinion. If the knights of the Knights can't do it, the old lady says it's the Old Lady.
(Might be better than being sent to support the Knights)
If the battle gets worse, the request will come that you belong to the Merchant Alliance. And I can't say no to that more than it is a merchant guild in the kingdom.
No matter how recent the Knights reform has been under way under the new Knights Commander, the old ones are still there.
If you're going to end up joining the fight anyway, you'd better go to someone with lightning.
Copy that, sir.
To my reply, the guild leader clearly looks horrible.
I don't want to be forced, but I want you to go. I guess so. The Alliance Commander supports the Chancellor.
Thus, me and the old lady, the Old Lady, were sent to a friendly country in the North, where tensions grew with the Empire.