Empire. It is the largest nation of people, dominating the western part of the Ost continent.
Its history is long and it is arguably the oldest in the country where it exists. However, tissue aging was also progressing.
"Sinking Powers"
This is not just a review from neighbouring countries. The subjects of the Empire also felt that way, not least.
But that was a long time ago, too.
A modern emperor who took office about twenty years ago. He regained power from the great nobles and established a strong centralized system.
They were reborn from dull powers to agile mighty nations.
"Begin the round-table meeting now"
A magnificent emperor in the middle of the middle meat declares in a conference room within the palace of the Imperial capital.
His side proximity surrounds the large circular table. This meeting is the supreme national decision-making body.
"The agenda concerns a report from Uncle Borderline. Marquis, please."
A gentleman who stands up with words, with no gap between his taste and what he does. When I took the paperwork, I began to read it out in a smooth tone.
"In the wilderness southeast of Landburn, we discover a giant rind-bowl-shaped hole. Inside the hole, we have confirmed a tremendous number of golems"
Ho, the voice leaks.
Although the Golem is a threat, it can also be a mineral resource. If its quality is good, it is a huge plus for the Empire.
"For a detailed investigation, send the Knight of the Three Horsemen. Lord Reaper is in command, but this is due to your own wishes."
Indoors flashing for a moment at the appearance of the most powerful person in the empire. But the added explanation calms it down.
"I haven't been on the battlefield in a while. Golem, you wanted to exercise against them."
The crush of the old Knights chief was representing everyone's feelings.
A light glance around, the Marquis continues.
"The arriving investigation team encountered an unknown class B knight five horsemen. I didn't notice this at first, so I started attacking the Golem..."
Attendees with a surprising gaze at the interrupted words. Excuse me, in a word, the Marquis continued.
"That battle gesture, which uses a lot of magic attacks, looked a lot like Ghost Knight," he said.
Up everywhere, a voice of surprise. But I can't help it.
"Ghost Knight is the Five Horsemen"
The information was too shocking.
As groaning and blurring fill the room, the Marquis lifts his voice and carries on the words.
"Because of his discovery, Sir Reaper entered the battle. But he couldn't get enough distance for a series of magic attacks and was cornered until he was on the verge of defeat."
Those attending the round-table meeting, who keep asking with a painful look.
The only thing that's calm is the emperor who's finished reading the report first.
"But there, he said, there was an attack magic cover from a distance. To cut this off, the war has been reversed, and we have jointly destroyed the Four Horsemen, capturing who we believe to be pilots."
Ghost Knight, a ghost knight that can be described as a nightmare for the Empire.
Though it appeared five horsemen, four horsemen are defeated and the pilot is captured. I can't stop the excitement and the private language around the round table for a jet-coaster-like development.
"Be quiet! In front of you."
Questions you can throw whatever you want. Ignoring it all, the Marquis speaks sharply.
Confirming that calm and quiet had returned, he began to answer questions as he turned the report.
"The Ghost Knight has not been captured. Before that, the Golem ate them all."
Ella's tense middle-aged woman who asks the answer and distorts one cheek in dissatisfaction.
I guess I couldn't stand the impropriety of not getting my precious ghost knight, Ghost Knight. Raise one hand and ask for a statement.
But before her, the old Knights chief spoke.
"With the help of Lord Reaper. And you didn't have the leeway. It must have been just a battle."
After I'm done saying it, I'm alone. Yeah, I'm snorting.
This statement made my head cold and Ella's tense middle-aged woman had to make no inadvertent remarks.
"I don't know who the knight who gave the support is. They unleashed a series of magic attacks from the top of the rocky mountain and left the scene without showing up. Naturally, Lord Reaper wouldn't have had the power to go after this."
The Marquis sees Ella's strained middle-aged woman only slightly.
"The pilot captured was an elf. There was no interrogation, but no information was obtained because of the magical procedure."
Finally, leaving a big bomb, the Marquis closed his mouth and lowered his hips.
Attendees gazing at each other.
If you look at the upper seat, the middle-aged emperor stays weighed on his back. I'm pulling a step back, waiting for something.
(Your Majesty, come and ask for our statement)
Those who surround the round table understand so and begin to express their opinions verbally.
"Ghost Knight was an Elf Knight?"
"No, that's not good. Elves don't have knights."
An immediate voice of denial rises from another seat to a word squeezed out with a roaring voice.
"How can you be sure? The Elves are small in number, but the power of the country is comparable to that of a great power."
"It's also highly technical. It's not impossible to build a knight."
Next in the words I endorse, further inquiries.
"So why hasn't anyone ever known?
Opinions and objections emanate from the perimeter of the round table, an argument that begins to turn.
The skinny old man, who is the Dean of the College of Imperial Magic, also opens his mouth with a thin jaw.
"As a race, we have excellent qualities in magic. The pilot's aptitude may be high."
"Well, if you ask me, so be it"
Old knights captain hammering.
"Ghost Knight is an Elf Knight"
Gradually, that view began to occupy a large number of conference rooms. An emperor who narrows his eyes satisfactorily and wakes his body from his back.
"The rest, I think so"
That statement determines the judgment of the Round Table Meeting.
Here the old Knights chief asked to speak with one hand up.
"The kingdom has the Elves on its side and is trying to counter the Empire. Is that going to happen?
Emperor shaking his head small, left and right.
"Uncle Borderline says on this matter, 'My country has won a little too much'. That's a pretty thought-provoking opinion."
But from the face of the Knights Commander, the colour of the doubt does not disappear. When he saw it, the Marquis added an explanation from the next seat.
"Without the obstruction of Ghost Knight, the Expeditionary Army would have dropped Awok. And by now, they would have besieged the King's capital, and possibly let it fall."
Whoever was leading it, it is this Marquis.
"If the kingdom were to come under the control of the Empire, there would no longer be an enemy force on the Ost continent. I think there were people who didn't like it."
In that explanation, the colour of understanding floats in the face of the old samurai.
"I see, I did not join hands with the kingdom, I tried to stop the expansion of the empire. That's what I'm saying."
The Empire and the Elves have exchanges in the name of trade. But it's never about friendship.
With the Empire at its head, the people demand the joint management of the Spirit Forest, a precious magical resource. The Elves continue to reject it resolutely.
"But who was the knight who supported Lord Reaper? He used a lot of magic attacks, so it seems like an elf as well."
Knights captain tilting his neck again. Seeing it, a mature woman in pilot's clothes sitting on the other side opens her mouth.
Aroma of perfume that drifts thickly around the area on the makeup of chisels. She is a mature Viscount.
Doesn't that mean the elves aren't a single rock?
Faces sitting in their seats only bend their mouths to the words. Neither agree nor disagree.
The marquis, shaking his head gently, shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth.
"You have too little information about that. Nor can I make a hypothesis to convince myself."
A mature Viscount who is not recognized for her value in her remarks and drops her shoulders.
She failed in the northern countries offense. Anyway, I wanted to speak and restore some of my position.
From the emperor there, instructions are given.
"Identify the Elves as enemies. Strengthen surveillance of the elves in the country."
Tension runs on the field and the chant of understanding sounds.
The Emperor then turned to the mature Viscount.
"Adopt Sir's, Ghost Knight Measures"
It is a combination of a knight as a wall player equipped with a large shield and a knight of high mobility.
Confirm the location of the opponent while resisting attack. Then he puts in a lot of knights and crushes them in numbers.
"Ha, thank you!
The mature Viscount stands up to jump and excite the husky voice.
Since her defeat to the Guild Knight, the kingdom merchant in the northern countries, she has been thinking about it.
(Good, make a suggestion)
By the way, I don't know a mature Viscount, but it's pretty much the same as what Uncle Rosehip had in mind in the Great Hole.
"It is Sir who takes command. Talk to the Knights Leader and take as many as you like. But we're not headed for Landburn, are we?
After a moment of thought, the mature Viscount returns her words with a nervous look.
"Northern Empire, along the border with the Spirit Forest."
An emperor who gets the response he wants and snorts. He likes the type that sounds if he hits it.
Old knighthood chiefs don't. But he has the beauty of never betraying you.
"Give a Class A Knight. Use your ability to detect snipers and protect your borders from the Elves."
The mature Viscount has a nagging uterus when she receives a man's gaze. It is only thanks to this that the old lady, Old Lady, was able to avoid some sniping.
A mature Viscount who is given unwanted equipment and personnel and unable to move while standing upright with a red face. The emperor thinks as he sees it.
(A knight, a means by which an attack may be carried out by entering another country. Thought I wouldn't have that, so the north guard is thin)
Imagine a certain sight, a look that gets harsher.
(Never let an elf knight appear in an imperial capital or major city, etc.)
Ability of the mature Viscount, the Emperor does not know the details of it. But if it works in favor of snipers, I was going to use it no matter what.
That's all the magical attacks from a long distance were nasty.
Ella's tense middle-aged woman had one in mind as her envious gaze at the mature Viscount gathered.
(The Ghost Knight pilot is an elf? Therefore, there are no previous reports and Tsuji)
It's the blacksmith guild she heads. It is required to examine Ghost Knight and build more than equivalent knights.
(If the rider is an elf, the source of power will be attributed to the pilot, not the knight)
By any means, increase the magic power of the pilot, etc. As a result, it is not inconceivable that the spirit breaks down and begins to argue with each other.
(But)
That's where the thought gets stuck.
Discoveries and achievements in hardware continued to improve from the point of view of distribution. The sooner we can build the Imperial Ghost Knight, the better.
(Something's wrong, we need to find out as soon as possible)
She was an Ella's tense middle-aged woman who bit her lips as she felt something cold in her spine.
The stage moves greatly southeast from Imperial Capital to the hangar of the Merchant Guild Knight, near the Wang Capital East Gate.
This is where the old lady Old Lady is kept for inspection and maintenance.
In the office of the hangar, two figures grabbing tea and sweets. It's me and the herbivore.
"Will your sister be married? Congratulations."
Thin young man with a delightful nod to my words.
Apparently his sister was stuffing her way through to a man she liked. And this time, he said he had finally spoken out.
Unlike my brother, the herbivore mechanic, he looks like a passionate carnivore.
"So, I'm sorry for the rush."
A herbivorous mechanic who reluctantly opens his mouth.
"I wish I could attend Mr. Tauro."
Unexpectedly silent on an invitation I didn't expect.
To be honest, unlike in previous lives, there is room for time and money. Plus, I was interested in seeing this world's wedding.
But there's one problem.
(Isn't someone from my brother's workplace someone else entirely?
No connection whatsoever.
I appreciate the grass mechanic's invitation, but it's not nice to go and be in the wrong place.
I guess I felt like I needed an explanation for how I was going to remain silent. The herbivore honestly said why he spoke up.
"There are a lot of high-ranking people in attendance for the groom."
They found out at a last minute meeting.
"You can't lose."
"Well, if they lick you first, it's over."
Parents of a herbivore mechanic who found out about it. He said he was tempered at once and strict enough to bring a good one for his son.
"If Mr. Tauro, the pilot, comes, you won't lose first"
(I see)
A knight pilot is a very good audience, in addition to his high social standing.
If you say so, it's like being the captain of an international flight on an airline. Weight it on one of the scales would be heavier.
"If that's the case, please let me be present."
A herbivore mechanic who always takes care of you.
If it helps to this extent, I'm just glad to have it.
"Thank you!
It is a heartfelt appearance. I want to let my parents know, so they're going home once.
Seeing that look, I think.
(But you win, you lose, you take the first shot)
It is quite a slaughter.
He said he figured it out on the brink, but didn't the other side hide it to the brink, too? That makes such an evil push.
Well, I've never been married.
Reception invited several times.
Behind the glamour, such a battle may have been waged on a daily basis.
It was me thinking about that, looking at the back of a herbivore leaving the room.
And a few days later.
I'm sitting in the bridesmaid's side inviting seat at the reception, me putting together the pilot's costume.
(Not so different from previous life)
Look around and feel that way.
The location is a large restaurant near Central Square. Round tables set aside in various places and attendees seated around them.
The difference would be that a man's outfit is not a white tie in a black suit. It's more medieval European there.
'Then it is the admission of the bride and groom!
Voices like those made in the knight's external voice echo in the venue.
Simultaneously dropped, the lighting of the venue. A magic formation painted on a wall on all sides starts playing music.
And the back door opened slowly.
Behind the door is an intense reflex. And the white fog is darkening in.
(Is that your sister?)
A man and woman dressed in white, appearing out of the light and smoke.
Not much like a narrow line grass-fed mechanic. Moderately disappointing and gives the impression of success.
But my attention was directed at the groom of the giant man, who walked right beside me.
(... Bear?
He is not an animal man, he is a clean people. But if I were to say it, it would only come up with that expression.
When the bride and groom took their seats, the moderator started introducing them.
"The groom works in a whorehouse and has to be on a chick stand."
(Whew)
unexpected.
(Even a little bear brother, can you sit on the chick steps)
I've never been to a women's whorehouse, but I thought there was a fashionable second one.
That's my idea. The moderator's story goes on.
'The hang-up was that the bride nominated the groom. The bride was completely captivated by love there. I went through the street and finally they made me a wonderful husband!
An envious breath leaks from the young ladies in the bride friend seat.
(Are you jealous?
As if to answer my question like that, I heard a conversation from another table.
"Oh, you're an elite chick."
"But didn't you say it was a junior store?
It is the young men nearby who speak secretly.
"The strength is origami, and there are rumors of scouts coming from intermediate stores."
"Intermediate store! Let's do it."
What I heard and remembered was the high social status of people working in whorehouses.
If a woman is a famous actress or an announcer for a key station, then naturally so will a man.
Convinced, I snort alone.
At the end of the introduction of the bride and groom, the moderator began to call the names of the invitees.
"Kingdom Merchant Guild Knights, Knights Leader. Dear Tauro '
Take a seat and gently meet around.
Ho ho, the voice leaked, thanks to the profession of pilot.
Sitting in the groom's kinship seat, old ladies. The look gets a little stiff.
The guys in the bride's kinship seat, on the other hand, were arming themselves and spreading their nostrils. You can see it helped.
Afterwards, the feast proceeds with a toast, meal.
"I'll tell you about your husband!
Is it a pleasure, a question flies from a friend of the bride's?
The herbivore's sister replied with something like Mike in her hand.
'As powerful as a bear, as persistent as a snake, and so stunning as to think you're a rabbit!
From the women, a big cheer called Ka.
By contrast, it was a respectful gesture from the men.
(Wow. Best compliment as a man)
It's not the same as me in the slime.
('When they first touched me, it was creepy'? You're hurting me a lot)
Looking with envy, the conversation of the bride's seat of friends reaches her ears.
"Hey, I heard. Did you hear? Mr. Bear, I hear the whorehouse will help you with the shop on the day off and take over the rest of your time."
Speaking of which, the grass-fed mechanic's house should have been doing some business.
My brother has become a knight mechanic, so I guess my sister will inherit the house.
"What's that, I envy you? I want to inherit it from us."
There was a young woman with a dark face as she sprang up.
"Why is she here? I'm a better woman."
The woman next door opens her mouth in a frightened manner.
"Don't spill such stupidity, but come catch a man with food. You're a butcher too. Come on."
The said woman wrinkles deep between her eyebrows.
And you said you were going to look for prey, and you started looking around slowly.
When you look at me, you stop moving with a hazy face.
By the way, her gaze was only poured into the Pilot's Medal, which is in my courtesy.
(Only status is targeted)
Judging me, I turn a blind eye to the wind.
But when she found her prey, she wouldn't let go of me with a glaring glance.
(Nah)
I kept running away from my butcher's daughter in a venue I only knew as a herbivore.