A week after the bandit raid.
I spent my days looking up at the Armunale from my own window.
That being said, it is all because of the Kitzi punishment that my father told me.
No going out for two weeks.
No way, instead of hunting into the woods, you won't even be allowed to leave the house. I'm supposed to be a valuable workforce in the village. I didn't know you were gonna let me out of the house.
Well, given that there was no objection whatsoever from the other villagers, maybe it's a reasonable decision. Whatever, I originally wanted to go into the woods because I wanted to go under the Armunale, and now that Armunale is placed as Don in the village square.
After work, I was going to brush my armor like every day or fix the parts I could fix.
No, even if you think about it yourself again, you're not reflecting at all, me.
Incidentally, the bandits, who could not escape and were detained during the raid, are isolated in the village cabin. It should also be a difficult level to stand already, as we only give minimum water and food. Well, I deserve it.
"Exactly free"
I've been in the house all day, and when it comes to doing things, preparing and cleaning rice. You won't forgive me for even going out in the garden to do laundry.
I wanted to go out to the garden as a change of mood, but I was afraid of my mother's smile.
Honestly, for the first time, I thought I was scared of my mother...
and the door of the room is knocked.
"Yes."
"Eldo, long time no see"
"Oh, it's been a while."
It was Angus who came. Angus was given a week-long ban and was cleared to lift it today.
"Have you finished your work yet?
"Yeah, it was just the harvest today, and it's all over in the morning"
"Oh well. Yeah, I want to get out of here, too."
"It's the next week. From today on, I'll be here, too, and it's a little distracting, isn't it?
"Sort of. This past week has been hell."
The day of the bandit's raid. I took a sermon on the spot until the sun went down completely, and I fell from fatigue.
I kept sleeping all day, and when I woke up, my mother cried again, telling me properly that if it was hard from my father, it would be hard, I received an irrational sermon.
First of all, there is no one who can say "after me because it's hard" to a father in that condition.
The next day, my mother's motherhood exploded, she wasn't allowed to step out of bed, she looked at the tree outside the window, and she said, "Oh, I guess if all those leaves fell, my life would run out, too," and so on. Incidentally, because of the spring season, the leaves of the trees are also blue and lush.
If you want to do such pointless things and kill your time and finally go outside on the third day, it is this punishment.
I thought I'd finally touch the Armunale. No arrow-tipped outings. My despair was terrific.
I fell off my knees on the spot, and whoa, that's what I wept.
A father whose son's tears do not work in any way is surely a cold-blooded man.
"Oh, I want to touch the Almunale quickly. I mean, you probably don't get to touch it very often anymore."
"What do you mean? Eldo, it belongs to you, and you can use it freely once you've lifted the restraining order."
"That doesn't work either. Maybe, as early as a week from now, that plane will be recovered to the country."
"Huh!?
A week after the bandit raid. With all this time, the information on the appearance of a black Armunale in this village should be passed on to the King's Capital as well. And it shouldn't take a week for a unit with an empty aircraft or one that ended maintenance to come this way. Anyway, the other guy is a bandit with an armunale. The country should also come to crusade with its main hips up.
And if you come to this village, there's only one broken Armunale. It is also a fuselage with the seal of the Kingdom of Fortran before the North-South conflict. It will be definitely recovered. At that time, I wish I had the opportunity to say something as the current owner, but if I suck at it, I may be able to collect only the fuselage without question.
The expected time frame for that unit to arrive is about two weeks from next week.
"No!? That was Eldo, and you worked so hard to fix it!
"Well it is. But the original owner is clear about the country."
I just took the liberty of fixing what was falling, and it's clear where the ownership is, even when I look at the crest painted on my chest.
"So if you're bad, you don't have a chance for me to touch that anymore."
That said, the fuels on the fuselage are almost bottomed out in the fight against Feltze. You can't move freely where I just got on.
The joints in each part are turning bright red again. How many years does it take to fix it?
"So you're giving up?
"That's no way"
I look up at the armunare I see through the window and I shake my head.
It's the robot I found. You can't give up.
"It's bad for my fathers, but I'm going for an Armunale ride. So I'm leaving the village."
"Mr. Eldo, are you leaving the village?
"That's right. So think about your future, Angus."
"What do you mean?
Anjou tilting his neck anxiously. Those eyes are like a puppy about to be thrown away.
I gently stroked my head to reassure Angus.
"Without me, no one is old enough to marry Angus in the village. If that happens, Angus will either leave the village looking for someone to marry, or we'll make out."
Angus is a descendant of the village chief. You can't stop that blood. And, if you are, you inevitably need to get a son-in-law adopted from somewhere.
I don't know if that's the merchant's son or some village boy, but Angus has to think about marrying the man.
"Oh, no! 'Cause I am!
When Angus says something, he jumps out of the room with tears in his eyes.
Even I generally know what Angus was trying to say. I haven't tamed Dada in 15 years. I'm honestly happy with that feeling, too.
But the Armunale ride that I'm about to be, it's very dangerous.
Armunale is always on the front line, taking charge of the most dangerous places on the battlefield. There's no way a person trying to be like that can have a wife.
Before I went to war, I didn't think I would realise that the guy who would flag a huge story that mattered when I left must feel this way about living in modern Japan.
It's a valuable experience, but it wasn't something I wanted to experience very much.
I looked up at the Armunale again and thought about how to convince the military.
Five days later, that time came earlier than expected.
"An earthquake?
Having lunch at the table now, the water in the cup started to shake. The swing was rhythmically engraved and soon realized it was not an earthquake.
"Are you here?"
"Eldo, what brings you here?
Mother didn't seem to notice the current shake, either because she was working in the kitchen. But the noise outside also makes me look like I care about you.
"It's an Armunale unit in the country. I thought it was time."
"Armunale......"
Mother must have remembered the black guy. It usually hardens that look of moderation.
Looks like the bandits came near in the guise of the country's army at first. Well, it's natural to be vigilant.
"It's okay. Now it's real."
Look at the fuselage coming from the current window to near the entrance to the village, and I answer.
Its fuselage is painted on silver, and its chest is painted with a double-headed lion, firmly the crest of the kingdom.
"Really?
"I heard the information that the black guy was out, and I guess he rushed in. I know you won't make it in time, but if Armunale shows up, there's no way he won't move."
"I'm just going to check on you. Eldo, you mustn't leave the house."
He said, "I know."
I laugh bitterly and drop off my mother leaving the house. You don't have to rush it. If it's someone you could be discussing, you're bound to get a call from the other side.
Take your lunch slowly and look out the window at the kingdom's Armunale.
I knew it was beautiful. Both arms are properly aligned, with little scratches or dirt.
Probably the airframe I just serviced.
You don't look so different than my fuselage. Haven't we advanced as much technology on Armunale in decades?
Well, I don't know what's going on in there.
That's how, observing the Armunale, my mother came back.
"Welcome home. It was real."
"Yeah, the village chief said it was real, too. We're talking at the village chief's house now."
"It is. Did you say anything about my fuselage?
The military wants to talk to Eldo about it.
I won.
I make gutspaws in my heart.
"From now on?
"Yes. I really can't because I'm in the middle of punishment, because the military called me in. It's special."
"Okay. Then I'll go."
"Come on, I'm coming too"
When I tried to go alone, my mother followed me. Well, my dad's out hunting, and I guess he's careful to stay with just one mother.
The outside air I haven't breathed in a long time is delicious. Even so, the windows can be opened, so I usually switched the air.
But after all, that's the only place without a ceiling that feels good.
My mother urges me to hurry as I stretch. Well, Mr. Military, you can't keep him waiting.
We came to the village chief's house on a slightly faster foot.
With that said, how is Angus? I haven't seen him since I told him I was leaving the village. More than I can get out of the house, unless Angus comes to the house, so it's natural in a way, but you don't like it when it sounds like some kind of fight breaks up.
Other villagers gather at the village chief's house and look inside with interest. Even so, the door is tightly closed, so I don't see what's going on inside. I guess he's asking about it from someone who went inside on some business.
I'll knock and then go into the reception room.
Mother is not called, so she is waiting outside.
When it comes to reception rooms, there can't be anything like lavish conditioning or splendid sofas in the countryside of the border. desperately collected condiments and books alongside. It's decorated with cheap paintings brought to it by the merchants, and later there's just a bigger table in the center.
The gaze of those sitting at that table gathers upon us.
Towards the right is the village chief. And the two men on the left would be the military men who came. It's a uniform like a white school run. It is very different from the armor of the bandits who came before.
"Village chief, are you here?
"Oh, you've come a long way. Sit over here."
"Yes."
Sit next to the village chief as they say.
"This is Eldo, the kid who was piloting that armunale."
"Nice to meet you. My name is Eldo."
I bow to the dust as the village chief introduces me. First impressions like this matter. If we want to join the army of Armunale, which should also be called the face of the country, we must also be courteous.
Here, the plan becomes par if you have an offensive impression.
"Are you Erdo? I see. He's a resourceful boy. I'm Logvel Bodwan, Captain of the 31st Armunale."
"He's also a deputy chief and mechanic, the head orail."
Both of you, it'll look about thirty. I know exactly how good a military-like Gatai is from above the uniform.
Captain Bodwan would also be noble because he has a last name. Blonde hair pruned up on a square face is exactly the kind of soldier in the field.
On the contrary, the man who named himself Orrail has a strong impression of a barren beard in his blush hair and a craftsman who works in a factory rather than a soldier. He calls himself a deputy chief and mechanic, but I guess he's stronger as a mechanic. If it was modern, my nickname would be Dwarf.
"I saw that you wanted to talk to me."
"Yeah, I heard a lot about the thief from the village chief, but I wanted to hear a lot about that plane. I was surprised to hear from the village chief that you knew best."
"Well, it's a conflicting airframe, isn't it? Where'd you find that? In the first place, I said I found it. It's not moving. Temeh fixed it?
"Eh, what do I answer from"
"O'Rail, calm down. I know you're excited to be a mechanic, but if you don't ask me in turn, I don't understand this one either."
"Ugh, uhh... sorry"
The deputy captain praises him and apologizes as he scratches his head with gasp. Oh, even though the blush hair is extra terrible...
"No, welcome. Can we just talk chronologically from where we got that fuselage?
"Oh, please."
The captain nodded, so I started talking about it eight years before I found it.
By the time I had finished talking about eight years, the sun had already begun to tilt. Exactly, it could have been a mistake to speak cordially even about how to fix the fuselage.
The village chief has the usual tender grin, but his eyes are cramped.
Well, still, the captains should have understood the passion that hangs on my armunale.
"I see, I understand more or less. I didn't know it would take seven years to repair the fuselage to operational status. Besides, does an eight-year-old think about it at the time"
"Besides, I got rid of Du Reveple's aircraft with such a fuselage. Oh, he's a big guy"
"So what happens to that fuselage?
Let's get down to business where we talked. This is the real battle from here.
"Um, if you can, I want to recover that fuselage here"
"Right. Generators are luxury beyond the level. One royal castle will be built to make that one new. Yes, but I'd like to collect it."
I heard it was a luxury item, but I didn't know it was comparable to one royal castle... that's just something I can't mass produce.
But the captain's first name as the 31st Armunale squad means that at least thirty-one aircraft are deployed in this country, right? And here is the thirty-second aircraft. That's what you should want to get.
"It's just that I hear you say how passionate you've been about that aircraft."
"I can't stop thinking about retrieving it like this."
All right, I hear my live interview Bali self-appeal is working well.
"If that's the case, I have a favor to ask"
"Hmm, if it's within our reach, I'll ask."
"I'd like you to recommend yourself to the Pilot Training School."
"You went to training school. Sure, if you can get into that school with a recommendation, there are a lot of incentives."
"Can't you be a little too gentle in return for that fuselage? As for the Knights, I thought they'd say they wanted to join the Knights."
Sure, I was gonna make that a demand at first, too. But when I heard about how the manoeuvre machine (sense board) works and the magic concept, I changed my mind a little bit.
Too much I don't know just about the basic overview textbooks. There must still be a lot to learn to be assigned to the Armunale Squad as an official knight. Plus, I have no idea what sword moves or manners are. To find out, I decided I wanted to make a recommendation to the Academy. Besides...
"Because I'm still immature. Besides, it's the fuselage that keeps it looking, but it's not working at the moment."
"Really?
"You have almost zero Concentrated Magic Fluid (Hi-Maggia Liquid) left over from severe battle damage. You'll be able to start it, but you definitely can't start it."
On top of that, each joint is also worn out. Honestly, I wouldn't even be able to walk decently without replacing everything with a new one except the generator.
"I see, if I'm going to take it back, do I need to look around it too? You need to stay here for a while. Mayor, I'm sorry."
"No, it's a small house, but feel free to use it. Let's get a room for the crew."
"I'm sorry. So, Eldo, you said."
"Yes."
"I don't even wish to hear about the recommendation. The country wants someone as good as you. But do you have your parents' permission?
"No, not yet"
"Then I'll get that permission. If it does become fifteen, it may be time to walk the path of thought alone, but it is also still time to beg for teachings from parents. Make sure your parents give you permission while we're here. Then I'll recommend it to the Academy."
"Okay. Thank you."
I bowed my head deeply. With a grin on its face.