Earlier, the Imperial Army, led by Rosehipper, crossed the border, the mountains, and broke into Kingdom territory.
In response to the report, the Knights of the Kingdom immediately advanced to the King's Capital.
Head west along the street, passing Awok and expanding onto the plains on the west side of Landburn.
The Imperial Army dropped fortifications near the border in the meantime and built formations on the western side of the same plain while maintaining them as bases.
The two armies have remained in formation at both the east and west ends of the plain, continuing their gaze for the past few days.
And the King's Capital after half of the Knights went out.
A room in a grand nobleman's mansion, close to the royal castle among other things. More than a dozen people were gathered here to discuss it with a serious look on their face.
"The northern nations have successfully defeated the Empire," he said.
A man with a senior pilot's badge on his chest, he speaks.
Already in the Knights, the upper middle and lower grades had been abolished.
Still wearing the senior pilot's badge means that this man is a former senior pilot and has yet to be allowed to be abolished.
"From the Knights, who was being sent?
A man of great nobility, who seems to be the Lord of this mansion, listens back.
The former senior pilot answered with a single eyebrow.
"I have not been dispatched. Instead it was the Alliance Knight of the Merchant Alliance."
The great nobleman lay his hands on his forehead and marveled at the exaggeration.
"I didn't expect to send a civilian knight to a request from a friendly country. Would you be rude as a country?"
"It's as lamentable as it sounds, though I'm glad I got away with it"
Shake your head left or right as you sigh.
From next door, a man who also hung a senior pilot's badge added words.
"It's called a prime minister, it's called a guy, he thinks too humble."
This former senior pilot said, "He" refers to the new Knights Commander.
All of the former senior pilots, plus the majority of the former intermediate pilots, call it that in the shadows. I didn't admit it as the Knights Commander.
"Nevertheless, the empire is also impudent. If you proceed with a kick walk, such as the Knight of the Merchant Alliance, you will hold the Chancellors accountable."
The grand aristocrat states dissatisfied and weighs himself on the back of the chair. From the surroundings, a large number of voices were emitted in tune.
As the word indicates, while the mouth speaks of 'friends', etc., it is not worth anything compared to the advancement or retreat of political opponents, such as the security of a small country for them.
Sitting here at the gathering table are those who oppose the reforms carried out by the Prime Minister and the Knights Commander.
Former senior pilot or former intermediate pilot.
A nobleman who was forced by the Chancellor to give up a Class C knight in his possession.
To a true manipulative culture, the rash.
And bureaucrats, technicians, merchants, etc.
What we all have in common is in that 'by means of the new system, those who have been denied the privileges, rights or values they had previously gained'.
"I don't think it's sane, such as abolishing the rank of pilot. Besides, he rode a class A knight on the junior pilot's ass!
An old man with his eyes lifted slaps his desk over and over as he spits out of his mouth.
The excited old man's chest glows with a badge similar to the Advanced Pilot's Medal.
This is a souvenir sent to those who have been pilots for many years when they descend the knight.
I didn't put it on specially today. I always shine on my chest even when shopping and walking.
What it showed was intense pride and obsession with the old man's pilot.
"I wonder what's going to happen to the west."
The grand aristocrat looks at the former senior pilot who keeps calling.
The former senior pilot began to respond as he looked at the note.
"While both sides are deploying on the ground, the battle has not yet begun. Fight to protect the land, and it seems to indicate the difficulty in His Highness's words."
His Royal Highness refers to the Second Prince who accompanied him.
And out of the surroundings, a frightening voice burst forth.
"I didn't know you were going to the battlefield and not fight, what the hell are you thinking?"
"Interpreted, junior pilot. I don't think we have the courage to do that."
"Never cross a sword, never run back."
I whisper my private language deliberately.
"Gentlemen, don't mourn so. Your Highness, who was worried about this, proceeded to join the battle. Your Highness won't forgive him if he tries to escape cowardly."
To the words of the grand aristocrat, the ex-pilot who had called earlier speaks enthusiastically.
"You're right. Whatever you say, Your Highness is a beloved apprentice of the white lion of that kingdom. His Royal Highness the True Pilot will not tolerate such cowardly behavior."
While nodding, the great nobility gets to the point.
"For His Highness is with us, in case there should be. Your Highness, the white lion of the kingdom must save the land."
Everyone drinks into the strong glowing eyes and the single-octave lowered voice.
I gathered here today not to spill stupidity.
Until the other day, it was, but not now.
The pilots of the new Knight Commander, The One, are on a mission with the Knight. The Chancellor is also at his disposal in response to the invasion of the Empire.
The tangible intangible pressures surrounding them have never been lower.
An irresistible opportunity. They strike a dead hand tonight.
"Are the knights ready?
"Here."
To the enquiry of the great nobility, a skinny, thin, white man rises.
In hand is the activation key of the horseman dedicated to the former Knights Commander.
However, it is not machined on the pendant top. The white lion of the kingdom is something else that the former Knights Commander wore without letting go of his skin.
"No matter how you take up the startup key, you're powerless in front of the mechanic."
To the words of the great aristocrat, the man bends his mouth in nigga. I guess the person is going to follow the laugh.
What they're trying to do is not a coup. It is only the King's persuasion.
Your Majesty is temporarily disturbed.
The great nobleman looks at what happened yesterday.
Too much loss, taken from heavy horseback riding Heavy Lancer. That rocked the king's heart a lot.
That's where the rapist is.
The back teeth are bitten and the whimpering sound leaks slightly out of the mouth.
The prime minister enters the shaken gap of mind with sweet words and monopolizes national politics.
(Whatever we say, it won't reach you with the Chancellor next door)
In fact, I have repeated my plea many times before.
But even once, you didn't listen to me.
(In order to defeat this, I have no choice but to speak directly to His Majesty with such merit that no one can speak out)
A measure to that end is the rescue of the former Knights Commander.
As the "White Lion of the Kingdom," he is a namesake in the country.
In addition, the dedicated knight to whom he was involved in development has also shown himself at various ceremonies as the flag knight of the country and is familiar to the eyes of the people.
This combination is rumored to be the strongest in history, and many folk grasses affirm that 'if the white lions of the kingdom drive dedicated rides, they will never lose if they are single riders'.
The former Knights Commander was currently being taken away from him and sentenced to a "little" jail term at his home.
It is forbidden to go out without a deadline.
"A white lion in the kingdom defeats the empire on the battlefield in the west. Your Majesty will wake up."
The great nobleman looked around and raised his voice at the faces sitting in his seat.
"If we repel this time, the Empire won't be able to move for a while either. If so, Your Majesty will regain the peace of mind."
Everyone snorts at the words.
"By disturbing you, I may temporarily buy your Majesty's discomfort. But don't worry. Your Highness agrees with this case."
Indoors, a deep sense of relief spread.
Forced rescue and dedicated horseback deployments will cause noise in the Wang capital. But if the second prince is behind you, I'm not anxious.
"As planned, we'll decide tonight. Let's do one last check."
The indoor air tightens at once.
And each person's role, prep, and procedures. Check everything again, multiple times and go.
"Restoring everything back to normal."
That's what they're for, the only common item.
With all sorts of thoughts involved, the night of the king's capital went even further.
The night will soon be late at night, and eventually it will be morning with the sunrise.
The next morning, in the rooftop garden at Tauro's home, the eels were eating.
"Eat well."
I raise my voice when I see an imosque eating molly and leaves on a branch of a herb tree.
He's got something on his mind, and he's been doing it since yesterday morning.
"By the end of the day, wouldn't you be naked about a bottle of twigs?
Enough appetite to make you think so.
Unlike before, I keep eating without rest.
"Well, herbal trees are fuzzy, and it doesn't matter how much you eat,"
Yes, it is. No matter how imosque eats the leaves, they recover at some point.
As long as I'm really proud of you.
I have nothing to do, so I'll read the book this morning.
When I reported my return to the Merchant Alliance, I was given a leave of absence. They don't have my job for now until we settle on the West Battle.
Take and turn a book on the cover that says' Legend of Life, White Lion of the Kingdom '. I borrowed it from a bookstore nearby.
The former Knights Commander is known in the alley under the name 'White Lion of the Kingdom' and has a high call with the strongest in history.
I don't like being the embodiment of a true pilot, but I was interested in that fight, too.
"How much more war will make you a legend?
Excited, go ahead and read.
But the feeling squished away rapidly.
"What is this?"
I have that voice unexpectedly.
Make it a living legend. The most powerful pilot of all time. It's supposed to be that biography, but there's hardly a battle scene.
In a simulated battle, to the extent that he defeated the famous pilot of the Empire.
"Great work on a dedicated ride or something, no?
The dedicated knight of the former Knights Commander is as famous as the former Knights Commander.
I've seen it at ceremonies too, but it's a beautiful knight with gold decorations on the white.
Beautiful indeed.
It was expecting him to run around the battlefield and defeat the enemy knights one after the other.
"It's all about preaching and revamping."
To the power of a true pilot, such episodes continue to be prolonged, such as the enemy's surrender, or his self-blade in disgrace.
If what this book says is the accomplishment of the former Knights Commander, the only thing that fought properly was border conflict when I was younger.
Besides, there's a dramatic encounter with the princess pilot and an indefinite breakup story sticking together. The credibility of the story had to be greatly reduced.
Similar is the case for dedicated rides.
"Collected copies of the latest technology, built with no thread on the cost"
"Its true performance is kept secret, and few know it even inside the Knights"
Read the description out loud.
By the way, there is no record of participating in the battle, and naturally there is no combat depiction.
Quick story, zero track record.
Everybody's convinced of this.
It is more questionable.
But there, something came to mind.
"Forced. But you tried to make a hero?
With such abilities and characters, or appearances, they can be created by the press.
In global sports competitions, for example, it is a classic method.
"I'm not denying it."
Even if it is a crop, the hero gathers his ears and eyes. And it's at the core of topic making, and the event gets a lot more exciting.
Business goes well and the audience can enjoy it.
It's all good. No one will be happy, such as a cheerful tournament without a hero.
"I know you do."
I'm just not good at navel bending.
I felt the limit of continuing to read and closed the book.
"Huh?
So there's a call from Imosuke in the garden.
I put the book on the table and went out to the garden.
Proceeding to the herbal tree, look for branches where there would be imosques.
"I wanted to be there."
He crawls over the branches with yochiyochi.
When you find me, you lift up the front part of your body and take a tilted neck position.
The so-called 'Pose of Thought'. It is a mind-boggling posture based on the name of a species called the sage of the forest.
"... Something's out"
Something small falls off Imosuke's ass.
In the light of the middle of the day, I twinkled only for a moment.
Probably a plant seed.
Imoskeda Forest Sage can release any plant seed as manure by eating leaves containing magic.
"You were there, too."
I guess they called this one, too, when Dangolow was at his feet.
When he confirms that the seed has fallen to the ground, Dangolow quickly digs a hole nearby.
Then push the seeds in there and cover them with dirt on top.
"Hmm? Oh, potion."
On the branch, Imosuke is excited about me.
Thank you. He said to put a potion on the seed.
"Top not luminescent, D-rank okay"
I activate magic and make D-rank disease cures appear.
Then open the lid and drain the dark blue liquid to go.
"If you need more superior, I'll make it."
Regardless of S-rank or anything that emits light as dazzling as A-rank, B-rank or C-rank would have no problem.
If you're concerned about the light, you can pick up the bag from the room and put it on.
Imoske is still looking at the ground while he's thinking about it.
He seems to be thinking about whether he needs an extra potion.
"Another bottle. Are you sure you want D-rank?
Seems adequate.
Now create a state abnormality recovery drug and flush green liquid to the ground in the same way.
Often we all stare at the ground, but there is no change.
"Will you wait slowly after that?"
That's what Imoske tells me.
Actually, just a little, I was expecting a gnocchi in front of me.
"I'm having lunch and I'm going to play a little bit. I'll be back early."
It was almost noon, so I decided to go out.
The business trip went on, so I'm gonna take a long time with you, but I'm a man, too. I want to play some.
Understandable family members send me away with pleasure.
I'm headed to the pleasure zone with my book in one hand and my footsteps in the other.
The book is due back at a bookstore on the way. The face of my unfathomable grandfather, comes to mind.
It's the same.
Fighting the Empire has begun on the western border, but there is no darkness in the people who go to the city, and it looks just like it usually does.
Exactly, except for the royal castle.
It usually even has a quiet atmosphere, but lately people come and go a lot.
Especially today, many guards are killing me. I don't want to go near it by mistake.
(Has it finally started in earnest)
Last night, I tried to rock the king's capital, and a knight is out.
I didn't see it with this eye, but that sound and vibration, for sure. I was asleep, and I was surprised by the earthquake.
Normally, the actions of knights in the King's Capital are strictly instructed not to cause trouble to people. Until some distance from the Wang capital, it is decided to travel quietly.
That's late at night, multiplied by enough output to vibrate the ground to advance. It is an unthinkable event in ordinary times.
It would be natural to think that something had happened.
(Mr. Cornell. Please stay safe.)
That skebemacchio should be riding a class B knight west of Landburn by now.
I walked the familiar streets hoping that my best friend would be safe and that the world wouldn't get dark.