I left Henry and Oscar and the Chancellors absent from Teito, and I was on my way to Salaria.
Innovative technology, it is the province of Salaria, so to speak, where the mineral veins that support it are sleeping.
It could dramatically change the lives of all future empires and hence humanity.
After moving the Gert Border Uncle and putting Salarlia under direct jurisdiction, I decided to board myself.
Now on the way to it.
I dressed up as a traveling merchant's house, dressed up as if I had only one smallholder.
It's the maid, Lowe Paille.
She was once the daughter of a tribe who fought for the Empire and lost, and then worked as a faithful maid to me from the one I took over most of the tribe.
He was brought in with a camouflage because he was a mediocre daughter who had never had so many days as a maid and was different from competent maids such as Evelyn and Zoe.
By the way, they are a family with a rare custom of having a first name in front and a second name behind them.
That Paille is following me with a ton of baggage on her back.
"Your Majesty - not your husband"
"Yeah?"
Hey, what's up? and as he walks, turns to Paille, who nearly miscalls him.
It looks almost like it with tons of luggage, but do you want it for a break as well?
"Bubble up, what is it about?
"Hmm, I've never actually seen it either, but as far as I can tell, it's all sand."
"It's all sand?
"Have you ever seen the sea?
"Yes."
"Then it's easy to understand. It's the size of the ocean and it's all sand."
"Well, that doesn't grow crops at all! I probably won't grow any prey to hunt..."
Oh, no! Paille is shocked by the feeling.
There seems to be a good perception that no crop grows in the sand.
"Oh, yeah. The so-called barren land, which continues to be extended. So Saraluria became the state with the largest area in the Empire. It was Salaria who put together the mistletoe, which is not suitable for farming or hunting."
"You were... desert, ah..."
As he walked, Paille felt like he was looking far away and had a thought for something called the desert.
I walked for a while and saw a detachment at the end of the street.
"Sir, something's wrong"
"Oh... that's bloody good"
Even though there was still a distance to the barracks, it was enough to smell (,,).
It's noisy and confusing in front of the barracks.
Even from a distance, I could see that it was a feud for a combination.
"Let's go. Stay away from me."
"Yes!
I'll be honest with you. I'll take Paille and head to the precinct.
Approaching some point, I could see how things were going.
A group dressed as ordinary people is destroying that side of the barracks.
It's not carpentry tools or anything, it's quacks or squares or anything like that.
It is therefore inefficient and laborious to destroy.
Unlike a group of its common people, there were officials and soldiers.
They are overwhelmingly inferior in numbers, already knocked down, left behind, moaning.
……
I thought for a moment and approached the group carefully and spoke to the man who had just broken the fence.
"You there, what's this all about?
"Oh? What are you... some pussy?
"It's just a traveler. What's this more than that? Why is this happening?"
"The oilers are destroying it."
"Break it down..."
I've heard of it, I've never actually seen it before.
Against some irrationality, it's a kind of people's self-rescue effort where they get up in a group and destroy their irrational counterparts' houses and things anyway.
Basically, it's basically a title that just breaks things, doesn't kill people, doesn't hurt them as much as possible - basically.
If you look closely, it is true that the officials and soldiers being defeated are moaning and unable to move, but not a single one has been fatally injured.
"How much do you think we're taking for customs clearance?"
"How long?
"Half the luggage"
"Half?
"That's right. I carry vegetables and stuff to the city ahead of me, but I always get half the real stuff here."
"That's why it happened."
I look around convincingly.
The others smashed the barracks with unfamiliar tools, as if to clear the occasional depression.
"It's almost over, just look away."
"... oh"
I nodded, invited Paille, and left as I was told.
The smashing lasted about an hour after that, the men pulled up satisfactorily.
"Master, let's go through"
"No, wait a little longer"
"Huh? Oh, yes..."
I give a look of surprise, but I obey the word of the Lord, Paille.
Watching there for a while, sand smoke approached me from afar.
Coming in front of the lockup were officials on plenty of fat horses and about a hundred soldiers.
"Don't be ridiculous! Don't be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous!! How dare you at the minute of the inferior people! How dare you!!
The man broke out with the momentum of wasting his estate on a horse when he saw the place destroyed and exhausted.
"Apparently, that's the official entrusted with this post."
"Sounds like it."
"I'm coming, you wait here"
"Huh? So, but"
"Wait."
"Yes!
Put Paille down and I'll get closer to the barracks.
A soldier approached me along the way and called out to the man.
The man turned from the top of his horse and looked down at me in the outfit.
"What are you!
……
I silently stepped on the most important fence door - the symbol of the defeated station.
I'm the one who did this, and I'm just saying it's a performance.
"A taste of them! Get this guy!
A man's decree brought several soldiers together.
Drop a knife on everyone's neck without difficulty when attacking a common soldier with a spear.
The soldiers, who were hurt by the steeple, peeled off their white eyes in an instant, dogged, and fell.
"Hey, dude!
"Bring it all together."
"Fuck you! You guys, blow this guy away!
It's like a thief's word, and a fat official issues the decree.
So the soldiers called one after the other, one after the other, and defeated him with a knife.
"Hey... who is it!
"Phew..."
I dared to snort, glance down at the official, and turn myself over.
"Yuuzan... you will never forgive me..."
An official who curses words with a voice that squeezes out of the bottom of his belly.
With that word on my back, I kept walking.
I took an inn that night in a nearby lodging town.
I use the lantern light to write.
"Um... your husband?
"Yeah? What?
In the same room, Paille, who supported me in writing, opened her mouth with a snack.
"Your husband was amazing today, he looked great"
"Right."
"You mean you've been reading about it?
"That's right. When I was doing the smashing, there weren't many soldiers in the barracks, and I didn't seem to be in charge. Someone like that pig would be in charge."
"Right."
"Oh, if you do, hate can be directed at me. The man with that hand should come into a new hatred."
"That's it... that's your husband"
Answering Paille's question, I wrote and went on.
"All right. Pass this to whoever brings you the paperwork from the Imperial City."
That's what I said, I gave the letter to Paille.
"Okay. Um, what is this thing?
"Yeah?"
I looked at Paille and laughed.
As a maid, mediocre Paille doesn't really understand the line that she shouldn't listen to.
I wouldn't tell you if it was confidential, but this would be good.
"Dealing with the destruction."
"Huh? Isn't that over now?
"It's about the future. I gave my life to the princes who were away to change the law in anticipation of the destruction that still occurred in the future."
"Law..."
"For now, the people who took part in the destruction will be punished"
"No!"
Stop with your hands on Paille trying to say something.
"It's the same thing that led to the smashing - that pig in this case. Punish it the same way. As for punishment, it makes the officials heavier"
"Ah... heavy, please (,,)...?
I laughed all the time at Paille's "down the road".
Having witnessed one of today's events, she seems to have fully shouldered herself on the people's side.
Well, that's good.
"That's right. And the higher your status, the heavier your punishment is going to be."
It was the order to "make a draft" that I sent out to the absentee team, so I need to scrutinize whether it's in this direction that I ordered, after I return to the Imperial City.
"If you're a nobleman, then so be it... maybe you should put it under one of the death sentences"
"Damn, so heavy!?
Paille, who had placed his shoulders in the people, was also surprised by this.
"It is the duty of nobility not to let you do so."
I thought about it a little bit, and I turned to Paille for each body.
"For example, today, you've been walking with your luggage"
"Yes, sir"
"I had nothing. Even though I'm a man and you're a woman, I let you have my stuff and I didn't try to do anything."
"Ha..."
"That comes from an identity. I'm the Lord and you're the servant, so it's only natural that you have the luggage."
"Yes."
"In the same way, nobility strives to guarantee its life so that the people do not rebel. The nobles who contravene it must be punished with severe punishment."
"Ah..."
"Now you understand?
"Yes! Your husband, I knew it was amazing!
Paille stared at me like an innocent child.