I don't know what kind of flow it took in the High House of Lords, but Eric seemed to have decided to be safely dispatched to Fort Yugfena. I couldn't afford much time, so the circular arrived within that day.
As for why I was notified, sometimes I wrote my first name on the request form, but sometimes an order was given to suspend from the school and head to the front line.
Slave soldiers can defeat, capture, or dispose of after capture, which in Arksia, where slaves do not exist, can cause soldiers to lose morale anyway.... I don't know if you wanted to lower the morale of the main king's army as much as possible, but you wanted to entrust Chaldean territory with the temporary management of the slave soldiers you will capture (...) in the future.
Were you judged to be gaining the know-how of the treatment of exotics because of the acceptance of the Sil tribe, or were you judged to kill the slave soldiers just when they decided to 'dispose' of them? Or maybe both.
Upon submission of a notice from the Senior House of Lords and notification of suspension to the Academy, he was contacted that he would be charged with a supplementary or special examination as soon as he returned. Such a place is oddly modern.
That's how I left the King's Capital with Eric and the Marquis of Laurenzorel to Fort Yugfena and returned to the battlefield every six months.
Two days by carriage from Wangdu. Is it natural to stay in our Chaldean territory, which exists along the way?
The fact that the Grand Duke and the Marquis stopped at the Count's house in the region where they had just been duked, and stayed thereon, does not happen first in ordinary times.
For this reason, the servants of the Golden Hill Hall, who usually have only a degree of personnel that can be maintained and managed, seemed to be very short handled.
It seems that Berwaier, who is in charge of the extraction of the building, quickly gathered personnel from the surrounding villages, and the support for the welcome was critical but in time.
"... it's a seemingly narrow place to live."
Eric's first word out of the carriage was as rude as it sounded, but the tone of his voice didn't include a mockery or a sound that looked down on him, and he was in some kind of throwing condition.
"You didn't think you'd get a new title at the time you set up the pavilion."
"Oh well. Then no one will want to believe that a descendant will be born to do a cowardly imitation and win and make it a feat."
"Surely, if you knew what kind of child would be born, people might stop making children. If I could have foreseen the birth of a man like my former lord, I would never have thought of setting up a child."
Not just my father, but myself, I would be subject to that, as Eric said. If a child who can hurt and kill people without changing his complexion is his own child or grandson, what a tough thing to think about.
Eric shook his shoulders and glanced at me when he said he had made a statement to that effect from himself. Hi. I hear my statement unintentionally cripples his nerves.
...... oh. I see.
Isn't it strange that my masochistic words, when it comes to stabbing him? ─ ─ Murdered by his mother, and neglected by his mother-in-law, to Eric.
By the next day's departure, the soldiers of Cardiac territory who would take them to the battlefield were ready. From here on out I am not a carriage, I ride the beast and lead them in the march. In the last three years, we will take the lead of the army, which has swelled beyond the numbers of its inhabitants after the integration of the warriors of the Shir tribe, on the Raswiwok.
For a long time in touch, Raswiwok seemed in a good mood.
The snake-like tail is shaking with a boom behind it, and the footsteps are light. When I stroked the back of my neck to an understandable, dear expression, my ears moved perfectly to make me feel good.
"I'm sorry I can't make it work for you. I wish I could take you to Wang Du, but I can't do that to a boulder..."
Talking sounds like a fuzzy, hard-working chirp. I narrowed my eyes and stroked the back of my neck again.
"Dear Hall, do you seem happy about something?
"Hmm?"
Paul walking with his horse right next to me sounded so soothing, just as he once did when he headed to Fort Yugfena. I feel kind of nostalgic. Paul has changed completely since then, but there seems to be no change in his blatant attitude.
"Oh... Wangdu has a lot of trouble anyway. It doesn't mean it can be easier in Cardiac territory, but I thought it was something I wanted to come back to as soon as possible after school. Russywok's here."
"Not only Raswiwok, we're here. I want you to come back soon, because without the innkeeper there will be no more slightly extravagant rice that was a pleasure sometimes. Oh, I wish I was two more years late. I'm afraid I could have followed you to the King's Capital like Aslan..."
"What, is it a matter of eating? I'd like to be able to distribute a little more varieties of food in the area as well. I hope this war clears up and we can afford a little."
"Good luck with that. But please don't push me."
Paul chuckled as he answered the unscrupulous question with a humming nose.
─ ─ The gaze from Eric and the Marquis Laurenzorel from the carriage running a little further away was quite painful.