Empire capital, it is the heart of an empire that dominates the western part of the Ost continent.
The entire city is united in sandy tones because of the stone that it produces in abundance nearby.
But now it's night. The lights leaking through the windows of the houses prevented me from knowing the shades of the city.
"Your Majesty, the Knights Commander wishes you well"
Relaxing in the private room behind the court, the voice of the chief squire followed by a modest knock.
"Pass it right through."
The emperor answers, clouding his expression with a bad feeling.
Nothing else comes to mind. But the rush is mostly something that's not too rushed.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for the night."
It was an old samurai who came into the room. Seeing as he fears, the emperor exhales in small relief.
It's not serious, because it seemed so.
"I've got news for you, and I wanted to hurry up and put it in your ear."
Recommend a chair and let it sit before you speak up. If you ask, they say it's a whistleblower from a blacksmith guild official.
The late middle-aged emperor took a great sigh of relief for the Knights captain, who had as far as his grandchildren.
"You always have that offer from your grandfather."
I wonder why? and an old samurai tilting his neck wonderfully.
The Knights Leader is the oldest of round table meetings. The cliché is' I want to retire 'and it is clear that I do not want any more birth.
Being chosen as the source of the accusation is not ambitious. Besides, it would be because of a quiet personality, which is said to 'hit doesn't sound like much'.
"So, what's the content?
Nodded, the Knight Commander bows forward a little and opens his mouth.
It's a false report.
Ella's strained middle-aged woman, one of the round table conference members. Since she began to direct the blacksmith guild, remarkable results are being achieved.
The accusers from the inside claim that it is a bluff.
"More recently, we have also said that there have been strange movements within the blacksmith guild. You think a lot of material is being transported to the Guild Commander's office day after day?"
The Knights continue to mock their mustaches.
"Those who came to press charges feared that the evidence would be erased. A sense of crisis must have pushed his back."
An emperor with arms and vertical wrinkles at the root of an eyebrow.
Presumption that the pilot is an elf and a report from the blacksmith guild. In the meantime, there is certainly something incompatible.
(If the Ghost Knight pilot is an elf, the source of that power is the magic of the pilot)
The emperor advances his thoughts with his right hand.
(But the blacksmith guild has so far seen the cause as lies in the knight)
That would also be natural. I didn't even imagine an elf pilot.
(But why do you get better gradually? How can reports like "The Ghost Knight's Secret Will Be Exposed Soon Under the Daylight" get to the rest of us?
Suspicious indeed.
The part where you can be good at the new element of an elf pilot: 'I see, was it'. That's nowhere to be found.
"What does Grandpa think? Make this move."
Asked, the Knight Commander often closes his eyes. And I thought about my coworker, Ella's tight middle-aged girl.
"I'm trying to hide it, I don't think"
Turn to the silent emperor and give reasons.
"Perhaps you started your own investigation. The move was made after the round-table meeting. I wonder if she also questioned the information called 'Elf Pilot'"
Emperor to loosen his expression just a little.
Ella's tense middle-aged woman is one of her men gained during the Crown Prince's time. abilities, but appreciated their high loyalty.
He didn't want to think about it, like he was trying to fool himself.
"False report, you mean you couldn't spot it?"
The Emperor spits out his words, but the Knights Commander has a difficult look.
"I don't think that's all about this one"
The old samurai kept listening to the accuser without turning in anyone else. By the time the other person finished spitting everything out, a certain certainty was growing.
Because I found a very similar example in his life.
"It's an unfair reward punishment."
To the emperor who jumps up a single eyebrow, continue the words.
"Those who support in the shadows, and those who really eat for what they do. She didn't seem to appreciate them at all."
Shoulders shrugged, old samurai exhaled loudly.
"Then people will only gather in the floral department. How can a flower bloom without roots and stems and leaves?"
The Emperor, who is not a fool, understands in his explanation. I uttered words with a bitter expression.
"If it blooms, it will be picked. Then I'll have to bloom even if I can't. So you made that kind of terroir."
The old man moves his head vertically and then shakes it sideways with a sinking look.
"I pushed my men to the point where I had to, rather than cheat my boss. You should receive it that way."
And perhaps, and carry on the words.
"You've kicked out a man who works earnestly and left a comfortable reply in his ear."
This is also the life of an old samurai, a deed I have seen many times. Reports of right shoulder lifting will no doubt be caused by that.
When I finished saying it, I tied my mouth to a single letter and closed my eyes Grandpa. The emperor puts his face on that figure.
"You want to tell me the rest is the big book that caused it? Ghost Knight is dangerous. I can't help but hope for results."
To the dear grandfather, who does not reply, the emperor raised his voice as he cheeked.
"Okay. I guess there is more to blame for this one, first and foremost. There will be no severe punishment for him, nor for his men."
But narrow your eyes and sharpen your gaze.
"I will cover the rest of this period. Or if it's someone else's fault, don't talk about it."
The Knight Commander opens his eyes and snorts firmly.
"I guess that's natural."
What floated behind the two brains was a warm-faced middle-aged man. Who made it one of the round-table meetings and was in charge of gathering information.
He didn't just hide his failures, he was impersonating others. And a colleague, a member of the round table.
"For your own protection, twist and bend the results"
Those who do such things can be highly toxic in tissues. The emperor is not going to forgive it.
"Those whom he made to desist. Find them and convince them to return. Definitely a valuable person."
Give further instructions to the chief of the Knights to accept.
"And keep your voice on that one. I want to talk to you right away."
It must be about Ella's strained middle-aged woman. Deeper down, the old man nods.
How happy he looked.
And before noon the next day. Ella's strained middle-aged woman gets a call.
(What about that?
A swelling anxiety in the carriage to the court. After scrutinizing the report so desperately, I realized that I couldn't trust it.
In other words, the result so far has been a lie.
(No, it hasn't all been decided to be false yet. Maybe half of it is true)
I feel like praying, telling myself. That's why I wanted some more time.
Golem carriages departing from the Forge Guild often arrive in court without time. Ella's tense middle-aged woman walks behind guided by a samurai.
"Sit down. I wanted to ask you something today."
They are brought to the office and the emperor is immediately recommended a chair. She realized that everything had been revealed in the distant inquiries that had since arisen.
(If this happens, I'll have to answer honestly)
Ella's tense middle-aged woman ready. Look firmly at the object of loyalty and open your mouth.
That's a long story, starting with getting into a blacksmith guild and taking direct command. But there is one thing to it.
'Sorry, I couldn't spot my men's lies'
That must have been true, from her point of view. But the answer only gave the emperor disappointment.
Unless you change your mind, Ella's tense middle-aged woman must repeat herself over and over again. Similar failures.
"... ok. Fall back."
And at the next round table, she didn't have a seat.
The stage goes from imperial to king capital. Move to Knights headquarters north of Royal Castle.
Behind the library, a girl in pilot's clothes was looking for something. In a slightly twisted face, he holds his hair together in a ponytail.
(Giant turtle in the eastern lake, period last year. Um, this one)
The other day, two of my best friends and I headed for a tortoise exorcism mission. He has succeeded in driving three giant turtles back to the lake.
(That look, you're worried about something)
It's supposed to be a full accomplishment, but the momentary disappointing atmosphere the client showed, that's what bothered me.
I wondered if he had been compared to someone, and he was hitting the record.
"Two or three giant turtles landed, obstructing the passage of the streets. Merchant Guild responds, no requests to our Knights'
That's all it says.
If a warcraft has appeared in the streets, it is a merchant's guild as a recipient. The fact that there was no request for support from the Knights would mean that we managed it ourselves.
(Merchant Guild? not where he is)
A coward who, during his part-time days in a junior whorehouse, showed up day after day, went ravaging himself.
I remember that time and swallowed spit while making a harsh look. I got a bit of a mid waist in my inner crotch due to personal reasons.
By the way, if you were to get your ass kicked right now, you must have screamed.
(It's not like he fought. When it's out of my hands, I'm talking about asking the Adventurer Alliance)
During the chat, I felt like I heard such a story. The synchronization of the Knights is the pilot of the former Adventurer Alliance Knight.
(First, let's ask those old men)
It was a ponytail leaving the cold information room and heading to the stuffing.
After stopping by to wash my hands, I dare to buy a cold drink. Ponytails walking in the stuffing room with that in their hands.
I found the old men doing paperwork and spoke up.
"About this time last year? Turtle extermination in the lake?
It's not in my memory, you old men looking at each other. I guess I'm getting tired of the clerical work, too, resting my hands. He attached himself to the ponytail story.
"I used to get a request from the Merchant Alliance. From one point on, I stopped coming."
A single old man next door nods silently at the words of a married old man.
"Sometimes?
I'll even ask while I have a bad feeling. The answer was as expected.
"Not since the Merchant Guild Knight pilot changed. You've only got one horse, and you're gonna take it down with you, so this one's gonna go up in business."
It was delicious to burn and raise the value. and a married old man who continues his words with a sinister look.
"Yeah, is that merchant guild knight pretty strong?
The old men roared with a difficult look when they taunted with a bare gesture they didn't know.
A married old man opens his mouth again as he shrugs his shoulders.
"It would be awesome to just look at the track record. But how far can you believe it?"
A little credible, he added, is a single old man.
"What is it, what is it?
Ponytail's natural question. And look at me, and the old men answer.
"I'm sure he's defeated many weak Warcraft."
The single old man cut the words once and turned his eyes up as he thought. And then, but go on.
"A mighty warcraft, as rumored. No one has seen you fight it."
A married old man also pinches his mouth while distorting one side of his face.
"The adventurers who help are now like the Merchant Alliance. Thanks to you, I don't have the information."
Besides, I shrugged my shoulders and put my palms up.
"You've heard of the defeat of the Heavy Stone Golem, haven't you? But he's a Class B knight in the Merchant Alliance, right? There's no way I can do that."
The other single old man also strongly endorses with his consent.
The knight of the Merchant Guild is the old lady Old Lady. As the name suggests, the cavalry is old, small and skinny.
Less capable than the average Class B knight, that's what they thought.
How far is it true and where is it hatched from? The old men who started developing arguments with each other. But for a ponytail, that was enough for the story so far.
(He seems to be the one who defeated the giant turtle last year. And maybe did better than us)
Seeing the client's reaction, it would be natural to think so.
The Knights of the Kingdom lag behind the Knights of the Merchant Alliance. It's humiliating, but I can't help it.
Whatever the way you fought, because as a student you were stronger than yourself.
I need to brush my arm.
When you're burning a fighting spirit in your heart, a married old man raises a voice of doubt.
"No, where did your tits go?
I guess it's compared, the old man's gaze hits his chest.
Ponytail answered with an uncomfortable eyebrow root.
"I'm off today. Without Mr. Lightning, I'm not feeling well."
The old men shrugging their shoulders. Lightning, which my best friend thinks of, is on vacation for a divine match appearance in the Holy Capital.
The biggest problem is that Lightning has a wife and children.