Countless stars are blinking in the dark blue sky.
Beneath the starry sky there was only one place where the light gathered.
The new empire is the Borderline Bell Territory, a landburn that has become its central city.
And from Landburn to the west, countless dots of light formed rows, continuing into the mountains that were once borders.
It leaves the mainland of the Empire for Landburn, an expeditionary army line.
Eventually, the first dot of light disappeared into the west gate of Landburn.
"My lord, you have arrived"
A room in the received bureau.
Uncle Borderline, who heard the report from the soldier, left an unpleasant look on his face earlier.
I can see that a horde of knights named Expeditionary Army was arriving without receiving a report.
Walking vibrations of human-shaped heavy objects continue to shake the entire city of Landburn off the ground.
Let me through.
Turn off your expression and tell.
And after the soldier leaves the room, he turns to the steering wheel beard, which is nearby, and whines with his sigh.
"Tomorrow morning's good stuff, why are we getting there late at night"
I had received the foretaste of arriving tonight after noon. You must wait for what you have received.
But if it was going to be such a late night, I wanted it to be tomorrow.
The responders won't be able to get to bed tonight.
And the residents are also restless and sleepy in this shake.
To be honest, it was very annoying.
"Half a day would be a shame."
The steering wheel beard responds.
It was the Marquis who arrived.
Commander of the Expeditionary Army, organized to advance further into Kingdom territory. Naturally, he is also a powerful competitor of Borderline Bob in the competition for his birth.
I couldn't stay calm about the effects raised by Uncle Borderline, I must have slapped the Expeditionary Army's ass and rushed.
That's where the knock sounds.
It was a tall romance grey gentleman who came in guided by soldiers.
"Lord Borderline, it's been a long time. Sorry to bother you late tonight."
"Welcome out of time, Marquis. I appreciate your concern, but we're friends. I don't care about that."
Together, with a completely heartless smile, we shake hands.
"We've heard a lot about your work."
His face is laughing, but the back of the Marquis' eyes is chilling out.
The same was true of the frontier uncle, who answered with a smile.
Borderline ambassadors are one-ranked beings because even when they say Count, they have a 'Borderline'.
In other words, the sequence is the same as that of the Marquis, and there is no saying which is higher.
However, Border Uncle was allowed to hold the Knights independently to deal with border disputes. Instead, the territory will always be far from the capital.
"Have you been accompanied by the Imperial Knights"
Borderline uncle sees the woman who refrains behind the marquis, the badge on his collar. She's quite a beauty, with a nice vibe.
Behind it, moreover, the wavy, soft hairstyle, handsome young man refrains.
"Unlike Lord Borderline, I don't have a Knights."
It is about the Knights of the Borders.
By the way, Uncle Rosehip and the Rose Knights "Rose Knights" are a lending power from the Emperor, not a subordination.
But in fact, it has transformed Borderline Uncle into part of a force with a head, and the Emperor has acquiesced to it.
Borderline Uncle and Marquis broke up smiling as they finished their greetings.
"Man, I don't know what to say about this, but I don't want the kingdoms to do their best."
Return the look you were making, shrugging your shoulders and mouthing.
Head one tall. Rich lingering, gray-haired head. And a masculine gesture coming from a woman.
For a long time, I didn't like everything.
"Uncle Rosehip was in the Landburn match and did not pursue. You must have thought of the Expeditionary Force."
Uncle Borderline nodded at the words of the handle beard.
"Right. Uncle Rosehip is right."
Yesterday's enemies will not go as far as today's friends, but their enemies are allies.
As much as I support the kingdom in my heart, I don't mind.
"Which goes to inspire my men. Talk to the kitchen so I can prepare a night meal for you."
That's what Uncle Borderline says and leaves the room.
The handlebeard then uttered a word of understanding as he thanked him for his appearance.
A landburn where the light never goes out, even at night. The city welcomes the morning without sleeping.
The task of welcoming the Expeditionary Army lasted until noon without rest.
The stage then moves greatly east from Landburn to the King's Capital of the Kingdom.
Large building of Merchant Guild facing Central Square. There were several figures in the guild chief's office on that third floor.
"Reich reinforcements, sir?"
I listen to the guild leader and say so.
Apparently, the Empire is willing not to stop at Landburn and invade further.
Specifically, it is said that the next target will be Awok.
(Jeez)
The time is noon.
I came to report to the Guild Commander after I visited the herbivore's home. And I'm held back as it is, to this day.
By the way, if you're a herbivore mechanic, mother, they're going to work tomorrow.
I'm so glad it didn't take as long as last time.
"You're moving fast."
The deputy guild leader has a long, white beard like Santa Claus.
There are now Alliance Leaders, Deputy Alliance Leaders, Strong Side Chiefs, and four of me on the Alliance Leader's Office Response Set.
There have been new moves in the Empire, so we're having an exchange of views.
"As far as we're concerned, we just do what we can."
The deputy guild chief continues to do so, urging a strong chief.
The chief on the strong side took the material and began to explain.
"As the table shows, supplies are dispersed and accumulated everywhere. For the logistics route, assuming that the streets are no longer accessible, we have confirmed the bypass routes for each city"
Continue as long as you like.
"So there is currently no lifeline with only one. For more information, please see the attached map"
I didn't know, but the guild leaders were expecting this, and they were getting ready.
That's the upper level of the Merchant Guild. You are all excellent.
"So, Mr. Tauro. Perhaps this time, it's a total mobilization."
The guild leader looks up at me from the chair on the couch.
Because it's small, it really does.
"Merchant Guild, Adventurer Guild, Forge Guild. Anyway, we'll mobilize every knight to face it."
To that prediction, I frown.
(Hmm. I promised the Imosques, and you don't want to open the house for the long term)
I'm sorry, but it can be more important that way than the survival of the country.
(Is that all there is after all)
If you are incorporated into the Knights of the Kingdom, you will not be able to travel long periods of time.
The story is that even at the Landburn Games, we've been hanging out for days.
(Defeat the Imperial Class A Knight with a sniper)
Class A knights with a huge impact on the war situation.
Though the Empire, yes, you shouldn't be able to send many rides.
(If you can crush a Class A knight, won't the invasion stop?)
That's what I thought.
"Okay. But if you can, you'd better play."
I can't take advantage of my only strengths when it's built into formation and storming.
Solo action is also absolutely necessary to avoid any hassle.
"Sure, Tauro, it's better for you. I'll tell the Chancellor to take that into account."
The Alliance has a long history, and I have the ability to fight in the northern countries, so maybe I will be recognized.
(Early tomorrow, put it on the Warcraft Crusade and see it in the Imperial Army reconnaissance as well)
That's what I thought, and I stroked my chest down again that the herbivore was coming out tomorrow.
Leaving the Merchant Guild, heading north on a large street stretching out of the square, there is a royal castle.
Further north of the Royal Castle there was a heavy, boneless building made of light honey-colored stone.
It is the headquarters of the Knights of the Kingdom.
In one of the rooms of the Knights headquarters are pilots who have completed their training and are newly hired. Four of them.
Earlier, the Knights Commander gave him the deed of completion of his training and the Knights Medal.
The award of the badge is over, and everyone exchanges private language while returning home.
"Now I hear we're leaving, too."
A tough looking girl shook her ponytail in her mouth.
"I was trained, but I was wondering if we could do it in action."
Take that, the girl next door looks worried and returns it. A shell-shaped boob is pushing her shirt up to fly her chest button.
"There's no way you can do it. A C-level knight won't do you any good on the battlefield."
Forty tangled old men pinched their mustaches.
An old man as old as he is with me nods as he creates a crease between his brows.
"What the hell is a" C "? We're riding a B-Class Knight."
The ponytail bit.
The old man laughs at it with his nose.
"I was just messing with the look of it. It's a C-grade."
"I don't know why."
"I know what you mean. I was on the B-Class Knight in the Adventurer's Guild. Look, lady, I know you don't know, but grades B and C aren't the same anymore."
"What difference does it make? Neither we nor our predecessors look so different."
Ponytail arms up and turns his distrust-filled eyes to the old man.
"I forced it to look like it. It just looks like it. Look, class" B "is like," Go, go, go, go, go, go. "
"What the hell is that?"
Frowning and creating a frigid look.
The braided big super tits next door also nodded to agree.
"Well, that means it's nothing like a C-level."
Giving up the explanation and keeping his back on the back of the chair, he stretches wide as he leans back.
"Uh, why did I have to come to the Knights and ride a C-level or something when I was in the Adventurers Guild?"
Then quit and go back.
Ponytail bites relentlessly at the unwittingly leaked dissatisfaction.
I don't like it. I'm not quitting.
"Well, don't complain. It's lame."
In a much more masculine ponytail of words and deeds, the old man swallows words with his face up.
The other old man slapped his shoulder just to give up.
The pair of ponytails and boobs leave the room with their luggage.
"... when you join the Knights, your family will be happy."
After that, watching him, the old man whispers to the extent that he can't hear him.
Again, working for the Knights seems to mean different outside hearings.
"If they put you in front of the enemy with a C-level or something, you'll die in one shot. Where the hell are we supposed to be?"
Is it personality, one old man, was grumbling.