Isekai Ryouridou

"This one is a compiler of the people of the North who work in Turan."

After me and Eleo-Cher delivered a reunion greeting, Polearth explained it to me that way. The elderly man, who was lined up next to Eleo-Cher, looks around at the nobility and the folks by the woods with a terribly quiet eye.

"This is the one who got slaughtered and laid down after inviting Silhouel and the others. But without breathing there, I was able to pass on the identity of the raider to Lord Camua, so I am a meritorious man. Wouldn't that be the same thing for those by the woods?

"Mm-hmm. I don't even know how much damage would have been done to my fellow forest brethren if Camua-Josh hadn't told the forest side about the crisis. meritorious and would be a benefactor"

Giza-Lou responded that way with a calm voice.

Then, even Roblos comes to his mouth.

"I have heard that the people of the woods have returned the murderers who attacked us at the outpost on their own. They feel as though they are hand-worked swordsmen… but were they also part of the murderer's crusade?

"No, when Donda, my father and chief, went out, my eldest brother and I were supposed to protect the house."

"Sauti's house is far from Lou and Fa, so I couldn't come either.... don't be the only one who intercepted the Silhouers on this occasion"

To Dari-Sauti's words, Robros slightly frowned.

"Ai-fa is the female hunter of your fa's parents. … are you so hands-on?

"I'm not a swordsman, I'm a hunter, but I'm trained to be shameless as a hunter by the woods"

Ai-Fa answered as such, with a solemn face.

Robros looks back at the vertical folder as he snorts a lot suspiciously.

"Soldier Chief, it's Forta. If you are a warrior, how do you judge what you are saying?

"Ha... you will see that all three of you are a thousand swordsmen"

Forta, the big man, spoke for the first time. It is a wild voice, worthy of its appearance.

"Whether or not I can take one in the battle of interrogation… be a force beyond rumor"

"Right. It's amazing how powerful even young women are."

Roblos was not impressed yet, and turned again to the Ai-Fa.

"So the story was that the people of the North who spotted the identity of the murderers were benefactors to them... but they didn't take care of the meals of the people of the North because of that, did they?

"Mm-hmm. We welcomed the people of the North into the settlement far before the murderer showed up. It was a rainy season, so it was just about a year ago."

To Dari-Sautti's words, Roblos "hummed" his moustache.

"Nevertheless, they were expedient to the people of the North. … well, that was the main thrust that it would be more efficient to feed the people of the North a more nourishing diet if they were to impose harsh labor"

"Hmm. We were told by the nobles of Genos that we would not be allowed to temper the hostile people of Mahdra"

"But didn't that also include a desire to feed the people of the North a more decent meal?

To the pursuit of Roblos, Dari-Sauti spilled a smile.

"To the people of the woods, falsehood is not tolerated. Indeed, we had a chest ache because the diet of the people of the North was so crude. So I first asked Asta if I could make a better meal with our ingredients."

"And after that, you offered Castle Genos to add fuwano and tau oil and sugar?

"To be precise, only Fuwano wanted to add. Last rainy season, there was a shortage of Poitans, and the people of the North lost what they say. Instead, Fuwano was prepared, but the quantity was so small that it was to be offered as to whether it should be given a proper portion per serving"

"Right," said Refraia.

"It is up to us to take that offer and ask if there are any other ingredients that we need. I thought that if the people of the North could wield further power, it would be in Turan's interest, and hence in Genos's interest."

Because the opponent was a nobleman of Jagal, Refraia had a quieter tone than usual.

"If you are to be asked there was a temper intervening against this Chiffon-Cher... I, too, cannot falsify my heart. Indeed, such thoughts also existed. But the people of the West were not allowed to show compassion to the people of the North, so they devised a path that overlapped the interests of Genos with those of the people of the North."

Those stories were heard at the time, too.

But Lifreia would have been so distressed that she could have improved the lives of the people of the North even more. Because of his failure to achieve it, he was struck by helplessness - and at the end of it, Chiffon-Cher began to think that he should live happily in Jagal.

But now Refraia had a sunny face.

I was able to consolidate my readiness to live with her by accepting my helplessness and also by accepting the presence of Chiffon-Cher.

Chiffon-Cher, who laid her eyes on Jin-sook like a samurai, also seemed to be listening to Refraia with a very full face.

"Both Princess Lifreia and Dali-Sauti would have considered that they wanted to give the people of the North a human life in the right way, while adhering to the laws of the kingdom that they should not show compassion for the people of the North. My father Marquis Marquis Malstein never found it a sin."

"That's right," said Fermes, who was pulling into the corner, joyfully speaking.

"In the king's capital, the people of the north are the object of hatred. But you will not be able to impose the same mood on the people of Genos so far away from Mahydra. It seems that nothing is against the laws of the kingdom to feed the enslaved people of the North with more strength."

"Hmm. And you're also talking about the fact that the people of the North have no objection to the practice of transferring God to the Southern God?

"Yes, just one promise, as long as you keep it"

Fermes smiled like a poor girl. Even today, and around us, great figures gather, and the pity stands out, Fermes.

In return for such a smile of Fermes, Robros distracted himself with arrogance.

"Even if we don't push it that way, we won't be able to keep our word. … In the first place, this story was concluded because we found it impossible to talk about it?

Then Dari-Sauti raised his voice "excuse me".

"What the hell is a promise? If you don't mind, let me ask you something."

"It will be a promise that we will not treat them as a force against Sims for transferring God to the South. If that happens, there will be a crack in Selva's friendship with Sims."

After answering that way, Fermes offered the tip of his luxurious hand to Eleo-Cher and the others.

"But fortunately, I didn't have to have that kind of anxiety. None of the people of the north who work in Turan can be a force from the beginning because they are averse to the scourge."

Indeed, if they had such a struggle, they might have joined the Hurricane Party aboard the invitation of the Silhouels. I remember when it was, it was like every Pole Earth said something like that.

"It won't make them feel like turning their blades to the eastern kingdom where there is no resentment whatsoever, when they didn't even strip their fangs to the western kingdom where they were treating themselves as slaves. They themselves testify that way."

"… we, most likely, are not"

In a more boring western language than Eleo-Cher, the compiling man spoke as such.

"We were, and we were, bewitched, and we were. We are in. If you will, we will, whichever way you want to peek."

The words were indescribable, but the voice felt heavily true.

Roblos, who watched the figure with a sharp eye, concurred "um".

"It has already been decided that they will be assigned territories unrelated to the war with Sims. Many of them will be farmers plowing the fields. Become a son of the Southern God, and work for the prosperity of the kingdom and for your own happiness."

The elderly man and Eleo-Cher drooped their heads inadvertently.

After seeing it through, Roblos turns to "Well" and Chiffon-Cher.

"The story was that they were allowed to see each other even a few days ago, but if they had been separated from each other for several years, it would be quite an endless story. Speak often with your brothers and sisters until our inspection is complete."

"... do you give Chiffon-Cher such a warmth?

Refraia embarked on herself as she glowed brightly her colored eyes.

Robros looks back at it with an unfathomable face.

"That's why I called your samurai, Chiffon-Cher. I wonder in what way Chiffon-Cher's offer was accepted by the Genos Marquis, even as a brother."

"Thank you for your generous welcome....... Chiffon-Cher"

"Yes... we offer our heartfelt gratitude..."

Chiffon-Cher and Refraia move closer to Eleo-Cher. Then why, the oligarchy big man Forta followed suit.

And Robros turns his often glowing eyes toward Rimi-Lou.

"You've been keeping your mouth shut, too, Rimi-Lou. Didn't you hear my brother say," Don't act like your heart "?

"Yes... but..." Rimi-Lou looked up at Giza-Lou with a soggy eye.

Ziza-Lou turns slowly towards Melfried.

"We are monarchs of the Marquis de Genos. If you were to exchange words with the people of the North, who had previously been forbidden to interact, would you need your forgiveness?

"Hmm. On this occasion, let's allow ourselves to interact with the people of the North. I want you to behave with moderation as a people of the kingdom, just as you did when you were dealing with me in the settlement of Sauti"

"I accepted," he replied, then Giza-Lou nodded to Limi-Lou.

Rimi-Lou makes his face shine brightly and turns back toward the women. The women were always anxious to see what was going on here as they prepared their meals.

"Guys, it's a hiccup! I remember you, you and you, Rimi, too!

"Yes. Rimi = Ru, it's a hiccup"

One of the women responded that way with a soft look.

How much meatier would it have been than before? Also, to encourage manual labor outdoors, its skin is burnt red and has muscles on its arms so tightly. Still, it was a beauty that passed through Chiffon-Cher, with a deep, fragile face to the sculpture.

And the ladies who were putting firewood on the stone kiln also approach us. The women were about forty years old. It is an elderly woman who was serving as a partitioner in the settlement of Sauti.

"Rimi = Ru, I didn't expect to see you again. I'm glad to hear it."

Like Eleo-Cher, or many of the people of the east, it is not a tidy word. But it was tone of tonguelessness and intonation like a toddler. How did you learn the West language to make this kind of difference? The story was that the people of the North who worked in this Turan were each gathered from separate districts in dozens.

(Speaking of which...)

And, caught up in some suspicion, Robros looked back at me aiming at it as I was making my body squirm.

"It's Asta from Fa's house. He's got something to say."

"Huh? Oh, yes... is it an acceptable story for me to pry into the end of going to the people of the North?

"That will depend on the content of the prying. First, speak without decorating words. Even if it is inappropriate, it will not punish them. It only rewards you with silence"

Then I decided to ask.

"The people of the North who work in this land, they all come from pieces, don't they? In Jagal, can we spend as much time as possible with one another in our hometown?

Robros whispered his blocked eyebrows into his beard.

"Regardless, those with blood edges will not be separated, and if they are in their homeland, they will be assigned to the same land whenever possible. The inventories for this have already been completed by the Counts of Turan"

"Was I? I'm sorry I asked you not to bump into me."

"It doesn't extend to apologizing.... you don't have to speak up to these women? We're scheduled to leave in a few days, so this should be a lifetime's breakup for them."

I didn't interact with them as much as Limi-Lew did. Because he fell down in The Breath of Ameshorn shortly after he gave the Rimi-Lou and the women of the Sauti family a cooking guide.

But I've been face-to-face once or twice. Of the three nominated by Rimi-Lou, up to two looked exactly alike.

"Um... can you remember me?

When I spoke like that, the older women smiled thinly at me.

"Of course it is, fuh-fuh-fuh-fuh. Thanks to you, we have been able to make a mess of you."

Then the young ladies also looked back at this one.

"I'm familiar. It's okay, Rimi, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru, Miru

Something hot came up in my chest.

We just looked at each other a few times a year ago - but there was a bond.

And even after they moved to Jagal, I guess they won't have a chance to make it all over again. Robros was right, this was supposed to be a lifetime breakup.

"I was also sincerely pleased to hear that you all would transfer God to the Southern God.... Glad to hear it, right?

"Yes, of course, we do... we did. But he wants to grab it."

The elderly women answered me that way.

"We were fuzzy. Hopsin, he looked at us, he had a crush on us. But what a shame, if it stifles us… all, it must have been a tease. That's how it's done."

I looked back at Roblos, caught in a small surprise. Then Roblos, who was anxious to see how this one was, and I have eyes straight from the front.

"Whatever the circumstances, a slave will be unhappy. There is no better way for us to determine why those men were to suffer such misfortune. All is the will of God"

"God willing, is it..."

"Uhm. That may have been the punishment given by the Northern God. Or maybe it was a trial. There is no better way for humans to judge their intentions."

Robros raised his voice in a way that he wanted the others to hear.

"But all four great gods are brothers. If those men could never grasp a happy life as the Son of the Northern God, they should continue on a new path as the Son of the Southern God. If, at the end of the day, you ever catch a happy raw... that is proof that you have chosen the right path. Without God's will, we will continue to explore the right path."

"It is a word," Alvach raised his voice low.

Roblos happens to be on the tannic side and looks back at you.

"Did you just say yes? It seems to me that the people of the east had an obscure custom of not reading God's will by witchcraft."

"It is a surgical ceremony, to read the stars, to God's will, to follow. more right path, to move on, is wisdom"

After saying it that way, Alvach narrowed his eyes slightly.

Somewhere, it's a way to narrow your eyes that reminds you of a smile.

"Except the land of Ger, the art of star reading, obsolete. In Sims, it is the most martial bone, so it is called."

"Hmm. Isn't the word itself like praising the magic of star reading? It's a serious statement to the people of the kingdom."

Wrinkled around his nose, Robros discarded it that way.

"Fair enough.... Whatever the kingdom is, it is supported in the hands of man, and man's life is supported in the kingdom. Ask the heavens about their existence again in the land of Jagal, whether they can be righteous people of the kingdom."

"Yes, Mr. Robukusa, I'm Kansai"

"We are only the deputies of His Majesty the King, who is to be sent to the King's capital. … what a king is, what a kingdom is, it should also be re-learned in Jagal"

I was kind of caught up in new emotions.

This man, Roblos, felt more like a "people of the kingdom" norm than I thought.

Even Fermes, a native of the King's Capital in the west, and former auditor Dreg, never felt the temper that far. Because Fermes has become so far apart, and Dreg, on the contrary, is confused, he doesn't seem worthy of calling it a norm.

(Does this kind of attitude mean wholeheartedly believing in the existence of the four great gods and the four kingdoms)

I kind of got a rash around my lower abdomen.

But it's never a bad feeling. If we believe in Fermes' theory, the people of the kingdom and the people of the sanctuary should be most righteous by meeting again.

I can no longer feel how fascinating and powerful the people of the sanctuary are. Since there were so many parts of the kingdom that overlapped with the "normal human beings" that I knew, was there ever a single pin?

(I'd like to talk to this guy a little bit more)

Then for a while, we were to be allowed to interact with the people of the North.

The Dari-Sauti and Alvach exchanged words with the people of the North, too, slightly, and Roblos and Melfried and others were quietly observing the appearance.

So about a quarter of an hour went by, and when the sun twitched and approached Jomtien, Robros raised his voice, "Okay."

"It is time for the people of the North to eat. Aren't we supposed to get along when we turn back to Castle Town?

"I understand. Okay, here you go."

With Melfried's lead, people begin to return the blemishes.

At the end of the day, I decided to speak to Eleo-Cher.

"Eleo-Cher, please be well. I wish you all a healthy life in this land."

"Asta, thank you. … and Chiffon, Genos, to work, if allowed, please, I want you to watch"

"Yes, I look forward to the day when Chiffon-Cher will be the Son of the Southern God and be able to call himself a friend without having to expose himself to anyone"

With that said, I tried to bring a heartfelt smile to Eleo-Cher.

"And Eleo-Cher too...... just a few face-to-face patterns, could you make me think of you as a friend too?

"... Friend of Chiffon, my own friend. In Jagal, Astas, happiness, prayer"

Eleo-Cher smiled at me with a very gentle face.

I carved that smile into my heart, and then I followed the Ziza-Lou guys, too.

That's how he returned to the path of the table, walking at the rear of the line alongside Ai-Fa, and Fermes whispered in a whisper as he dropped his subtle gait.

"Asta. That was a very heartbreaking moment."

"Ah, yes. I am so happy to have a final greeting with Eleo-Cher"

When I answered that way, Fermes rounded his eyes properly. It's a rare look for him.

"... Oh, Asta was familiar with him, wasn't she? It must have been an important time for Asta, too."

"Even for Fermes, was this an important time?

"Of course," Fermes said, mysteriously twinkling Hazel Eye.

"On that occasion, all the people of the four kingdoms were present. In the history of the kingdom, which lasted more than six hundred years, let it be a remarkable event. Don't you think so, Asta?

"Oh...... of course it is, I guess. Although it is a great pity that only the people of the North are slaves."

"Yes, for everyone to speak in the same place as a reciprocal position… do we still have to wait for the Great God to wake up"

That being said, Fermes narrowed his eyes inadvertently.

The eyes in the strange shades of Fermes were so beautiful and shimmering that they were distraught - but they never aroused fear or impatience that they were distraught of souls.