I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"I'm sorry about our asshole."

It was the master of the Kiarazen Adventurer Guild who was bowing his head with a bitter smile in front of Fran.

Even though it looks like a refreshing uncle style, the way it talks is coarse and gaping. However, the signs emanating from that body undoubtedly belonged to high-ranking adventurers.

"I rarely come to high ranking adventurers. He panicked in front of Rank B in another country. I don't feel like a rookie forever. But that was better than last year."

"Low high rank? What do you do when a strong warcraft comes out?

"I rarely leave, but if I do, don't ask the commercial fleet for backup."

The convoy itself is roaming a set route, but it seems possible to head to each town in a few days, using a canoe or something.

Waiting for the help of the commercial fleet as they manage to snub in the adventurers of each town. That seems to be the basic policy when things go out of hand.

As a result, many of the region's high-ranking adventurers belong to guilds in the commercial fleet, and each time they scatter and work in each town. They don't often deal with high-ranking adventurers because the master will deal with them.

"So, what's Fran gonna do after this? Looks like you were listening to that asshole about the commercial fleet, but are you interested?

"Mmm...... I have a little, but I have to go. See you next time."

"Right. If that Black Thunder princess were to work around here, you'd be most welcome."

"You know what?

"The guild master of this continent, the one who doesn't know your lady's name. No. You're being eyed by that Diaz. Mostly, there's a lot to talk about when you move your lady up to Rank B."

Speaking of which, I needed a Guildmaster recommendation to be a high-ranking adventurer. It seemed that Fran's story was spreading across the upper Alliance in relation to it.

"Actually, it's a hell of a way to go across... Are you sure it's the Black Cats? It's been a long time since my strong perception skills have sounded all those warnings... It's still a former Rank B."

I can't help it either. Sure, this Gilmouth is pretty strong too, but even now in Fran's case, it's a rank fraud.

I observe Fran lightly and laugh bitterly.

"I came here because I wanted information about this country"

"Oh, did you just enter Verios from Cranzel"

"Mm-hmm. What's going on with this country and other countries?

"Right. First of all, the relationship between Bellios and Kranzel will feel like it won't go away."

Each other, with a military power called the Kingdom of Reids, and one that has not had a great deal of grudge in the past. If one of them falls, they will accommodate each other in a variety of ways while working loosely together, even though they know they will be Reids' target next. They say that relationship has been going on for a long time.

"The ideal would be for the other country and Reids to crush each other and benefit the fishermen. But I also understand that it's difficult."

At present, there are no forces other than Reidos that pose a threat, and nobles are not told to attack outside because of the threat in that country.

If it didn't even go to war, you could have said it was stable.

I remember a little of the three kingdoms of my previous life. It is a three-minute plan under the heavens that the famous warrior and Confucius Ming contributed to Liu Bei, the Lord. It is a famous measure that stability comes when three antagonistic countries, one to the other, tow on each other. The northern part of the continent of Zilbard seemed to be in that state indefinitely.

"Well, Kranzel seems a little shaky, but it's a big country there, too. Sometimes it suddenly crumbles. Even from the kingdom of Verios, I'd have trouble getting it crushed."

They didn't want both countries to actively crush each other, although they were sending each other spies.

"There will be some support for Kranzel from Berios in the near future. Well, secretly in the back, though."

"I see. So, who's Reids?

"I've told you a little bit now, but that sucks"

For hundreds of years now, it has been a pattern between wars and bad national sentiment. To be clear, a lot of people seemed to think of it as an enemy country.

"However, as for the risk of being invaded, I consider it low"

"Why?"

'Cause there's an autonomous community.'

Special autonomous regions. It's a place where there's a magic school. Located on the western side of the kingdom of Verios, the Autonomous Community would definitely be a passage in the event of Raidos' invasion.

"No matter how many of our opponents were high elves, there's no way we're going to lend Pong any land comparable to 10% of the national territory, is there? It also means jetty. In fact, there are contracts between the head of the autonomous community, Mr. Weena Lane, and the country, right?

"Contract?"

"I'm not familiar with the details, but they've arranged for us to enter the war when things happen and release the technology created at the School of Magic as a priority in the country."

And the national side has also granted various privileges to Weena Lane.

"Autonomy of special areas. I guess this is the best. They recognize a lot of exemptions from tax obligations to the state and the right to refuse to extradite criminals. And they have the authority to speak out for the rule of Lake Vivian, don't they?

"Is that lake from the high elves, too?

"No, he doesn't mean he's got full powers, but he's got enough authority to say something about development. There are spirits living in this lake, and if you piss off the spirits, the country is in danger of dying. I'm talking about keeping an eye on the spirits so they don't get angry."

"The Spirit who loses his country?

That's what I heard somewhere. It is the great spirit of the wind of Klimt. Could the Great Spirit of Water be here? If so, it would be dangerous to piss him off.

"The guys in the commercial fleet were blurry too. Every time you add more ships or decide on a new route, it's a hassle to report to your country or autonomous region."

In fact, no one knows if such spirits live in this lake. It's just because Wiena Lane, a high elf, says it, it's perceived as something like that.

"You can't piss off a high elf, so it won't be the other way around."