"Everybody, line up! Look, you guys. This is Alphonse Barca, who is alive and reborn, equal to our God. From now on, we will assemble your Balkan mercenary regiment for Orient Country. Listen carefully to Alphonse!!
"Ha!!
He descended from the Variant Castle floating in the sky to the ground.
Then you go to the square in the city of variants on the ground.
The square seems to have a temple in the middle.
Before that, about 100 people gathered and stood neatly in line.
Elvis and I move on.
Ian is looking a little behind us. [M]
I'm guessing the 100 people here are going to belong to the mercenary regiment Elvis was talking about.
With that in mind, Elvis suddenly started talking out loud.
Is your brother the god?
Am I your brother Ars reborn?
I don't have to think of anything at all.
I mean, Mr. Ars isn't dead.
However, that was completely unrelated to the story that I had blood with my brother Ars, and it was a widespread recognition in this variant.
It seems that this variant was originally a small settlement without a city.
These are the people who lived at the foot of the snow mountain, called the spiritual peak.
Even I was living in a tough natural environment.
But when he went back even further to his ancestors, all the inhabitants of the area were descendants of the land that had been expelled from the countries of the east as culprits.
People who were born in areas that are treated as unacceptable in other countries and have managed to live in extreme poverty.
That was the society at the foot of the spiritual peak.
It was Ars' brother who suddenly appeared and smashed his common sense and greatly improved his life.
Ars gave magic to the people who lived here.
In addition to life magic, there were also magic that had the effect of greatly changing yields such as [soil improvement] and [leveling].
In addition, ice sucking stone statues were erected in several settlements, sucking the cold out of their surroundings and reducing the number of people freezing to death.
I wonder why.
In this variant region, Mr. Ars was treated like a god.
In the City of Variants, I don't think it's strange to have a statue of ice-sucking stone that follows Ars' brother inside the temple, and there are people who come to visit there.
But the statue of Mr. Ars was the problem.
No, to be exact, it's a big deal that I look like the statue.
Now I'm riding a horn-less Valkyrie I bought from my brother Ars.
And he was wearing demon armor and a trench coat, which was also used to protect against the cold.
The figure is similar to an ice-absorbing stone statue, and it is not visible to the person except for differences based on age.
That's why.
When I came to Variant City several times before, the residents who saw me knelt down and bowed their heads to worship me, even on the roads around it.
It was Elvis who made the situation even worse.
Apparently, he originally made a huge noise about Ars' strengths and activities here.
They decided to create a mercenary group here, so they added my story. [M]
This further distorted the perception of the variant residents.
It seems that there is a homogenization of the existence of Mr. Ars and me.
For the inhabitants of the variant, Brother Ars is like a god, his brother, and I worship him in the same way.
Oh, my God, I think that's it.
But it's also true that this will help.
To be honest, I was worried that there would be someone who would follow me when a child with no track record became captain of a mercenary regiment.
Even if you follow me, it will only be a personal motive for wanting to go out to a larger country in the East.
In that case, even if you go to Orient Country as a mercenary group, you may try to stay in the area after a while through the mercenary group.
But for any reason, if you have a special feeling for me, you can use it.
It will make it easier to lead as an organization.
That's why I didn't want to deny it.
Accept taking advantage of Elvis' actions to save the lives of those who are here as commanders of the mercenary regiment.
"My name is Alphonse Barca. The rebirth of Sky King Ars Barca is about me. From now on, I will lead you to the Orient Country, a small group of nations, to raise martial arts. I'll take your lives. Follow me, work for me, die for me. The glory of the Barca Mercenaries begins here with you. Will you follow me?
"" "" Oops!!
Stand in front of the crew and speak up.
I used the word "me" instead of "me" to strengthen my tone of voice.
And then the magic will fly.
In the same manner as [Intimidation], each one of them casts a sharp and sharp magic spell on their chest against everyone in alignment.
In addition, the diaphragm, vocal cords, or the whole stomach in your body gathers magic and makes a sound.
Use magic in the same way as the opera family's [singing], making words resonate in your heart, not your ears.
Apparently, this method worked better than I expected.
Everyone is touched as they respond loudly.
With just those words, there were even those who were weeping.
Honestly, I wonder what it touches me to be in possession of my own life, but it sounds like a touching word in them.
Nevertheless, with this short speech, I succeeded in taking full control of the Vulcan mercenary regiment.
Afterwards, after confirming the names of all the people, the banquet is held as Carlos, the famous sake brought from the variant.
The power of alcohol increased the sense of solidarity, and a few days later, we finally went to Orient Country.