Kage no Eiyuu no Nichijou-tan

What a shit-eating warfare - the boy shrugged in his heart.

The war fire of the Fourth Brave Demon War turned the boy's home country into a burning field.

Originally, it was a small country that could not be described as rich, but the war fires of the Great War mercilessly took everything from such a small country. The house was turned into a pile of rubble, the food into large quantities of waste, the survivors suffered from hunger, and the dead had their flesh pieces eaten up by wild animals.

The boy receiving food rations includes salty soup in his mouth in a small vessel.

From an early age, the familiar park had gathered those who had lost their homes and families. An adult woman in line to receive rations suddenly chokes and cries. It seemed like an explosion of grief that was hard to exhaust on the brush tongue. Seeing the sight of the grownups crying in the park, which was a playground for the kids, I feel like I can't help but cut it.

"I shouldn't have said this... but it sounds terrible"

I hear voices from next door.

There, the king of this country stood.

"I can't do this country anymore. It will soon be absorbed by the kingdom or empire"

I guess so, the boy thought.

I have been briefed on that possibility many times before. The people will already know.

"Which do you think would be better?

The boy lost his word for a while to an unexpected inquiry.

Because he is the king of a small country, this man can also be intimate with folk grass. Mostly at times like this, his subordinates beside him laughed bitterly and cautioned, "Because the majesty of the king will be compromised," but now his subordinates were nowhere. Half of my men are being driven out to rebuild the country, and the other half are dead in the war.

The boy sympathized with the king in front of him.

This man cannot dawn on grief like a folk grass. Nor can we escape reality by immersing ourselves in the work given to us like our subordinates. We must take this tragic reality from the front more than anyone else. The boy now understands that it is the king's business. - It was really more about now.

The boy who wanted to help such a king, put his head to work.

Kingdom or Empire? The boy led his own answer.

"I... I'm not sure about the details, but I think the kingdom would be nice"

"Why?"

"Because you helped me rebuild right after the war ended. Like the Empire, there may have been a lower heart... then the Kingdom of Terraria, who took care not to show that lower heart as much as possible, is still better"

"... right"

The king nodded, not sure if he was satisfied with the boy's answer.

"Then you go to the Kingdom of Terraria next year."

"What?"

To the suggestion, the boy rounds his eyes.

"In the near future, our country will be annexed to either the Kingdom of Terraria or the Russian Empire. Then we must identify precisely the internal circumstances of those countries. - You will now identify the kingdom."

"So, but me, here's what I'm saying... you're an idiot, right? Whatever the hard work is, it's not going to be possible."

"I'm not going to ask you to do anything difficult"

The king said with tender eyes, as if to teach a child.

"You just have to live the way you want. And show me that one day.... When we meet again in a while, if you seem to live happily ever after, I will entrust the future of this country to the Kingdom"

The king seemed to want the boy to shoulder a great deal of responsibility.

I'm confused. Not really, the boy can say anything. But the king, familiar with the character of such a boy, opened his mouth with a raunchy grin.

"I got it, Gran."