Old Kensei rejuvenates and becomes an instructor at a knight training school

Not long after winter arrives, one evening.

Presently hosting the Arcadia Knight Martial Arts Festival, Draciera, the capital of the Republic of Aizeon, was invited by senior officials from the Empire, the Federation, the Neutral Nation and other foreign countries to meet together in a gorgeous social setting.

There have been several past instances where the right head has provided this seat, and its intentions vary.

Gather people in hostilities in the same space during wartime - organizers must be prepared to challenge them accordingly.

As for Dougbalm trying to increase the number of precedents, he also had the aim of moving the world situation tonight, which was unusual on that day because of his feelings.

Take a breather in the organizer's dedicated modem and head to the venue again.

In the hallway he passed along, he slipped away from Ivan, who walked in with a broken collar.

"In the past there have been heart-rotting powerful people, but they had vessels that just stood on top of people... the people here are hard to see. I'll let you go. I can't even see the results in person."

"If you do that... it's about you. If you look at him, you'll want to get your hands on him."

In the meantime, we relaxed our gait and exchanged sarcasm with each other. Originally, Dougbalm thought it would be desirable because this guest had a problem with being public - he said he would return from himself.

"That's a shame man, too. Something a little more sharpened if the times are different."

"... Ha. I can't imagine more than that."

"My dog is a loving thing."

Dougbalm, who broke up with Ivan after returning to his pace, took his feet straight to the venue.

Luxurious spaces coloured with natural glass for the most part.

The comfortable luxury carpet hides about half with the luxury shoes of high-ranking officials from all over the country. Live orchestral performances performed on stage relieve tension without making the venue noisy or white.

If you see and hear the occasion, you can feel the elegant buzz allowed only by the upper class humans.

In an era of truce, some high-ranking officials show active mutual understanding efforts, while others drag old resentments and pinch their noses.

Either way, a single standing is necessary - with the exception of those two, the majority of high-ranking officials worried about how much they step in.

So I don't see many occasions where high-ranking officials of the Empire and the Federation talk to each other.

"Lord Right Head, are you back?"

"I'm sorry the organizers took their seats off. Are you enjoying yourself tonight?

At a slippery pace, Dougbalm is voiced by one man.

I thought I was a high ranking federal official from my personality, but I imagined I wasn't in the position I got with my strength to see a hippocampal, sloppy body. Even though it has nothing to do with effort because of its face in the first place...

Ivan's words are recalled, and if I'm convinced, I look at them with colored glasses, even if I'm not willing to. Though his heartfelt appreciation of the opponent was depressing at the bottom, Dougbalm nevertheless entertains him lovingly.

"Oh, my God, that's a great seat."

"That's more than anything. If you need anything, don't hesitate to serve."

After an exchange of light greetings, the high-ranking official will look like he has gone awry.

'By the way, may I ask you one question?

"Yeah, what is it?

"Looks like they're sending a messenger to the Federation, to my Niadale country, right? It is also something that we cannot say… what we cannot solve is that it is not intended for intelligence or disturbance. Otherwise, yes, let's even call that 'aid'?... What is your intention to improve our nation's educational skills?

It was answered immediately, but Dougbalm dared to let it hold between.

The envoys sent to the countries under the federal umbrella have been working secretly for roughly a year to improve their educational skills.

This role was assumed by fewer than five elite minorities per country, but the number of countries that needed to be increased is high, and overall the number of messengers exceeds one hundred.

Given the difficulty of the workpiece, not all hundreds of people can succeed where each person has acted with much caution.

It is in the calculation beforehand that one or two countries will screw up.

But what is' my country '? It doesn't even look like a clever deal, like falling a human being in the mouth......

Fortunately, there was no further diffusion of information...

Reading their minds from word choices and physical hips, he improvises and assembles words of clarification.

"Actually, I can't think of any proceeds from militant festivals in recent years. The Empire's winning streak is continuing. With all due respect, it turns out the reason is in those circumstances. As an Eizeon, I don't want to put an end to the history of militancy festivals. But it's too much of a mouthful, such as making it clear to federal countries and hoping to strengthen education."

"So you want our country to do well at militant festivals, and you said it was moving secretly?

Senior officials raise their voices in an attempt to force calm.

"Aizeon is in a photonstone-independent culture, out of its national pattern. Most mined ores and other exports… Yes, when it comes to Niadale, it is famous as a country of blacksmiths. If your country had a future in which to flourish within the Union, I also thought that we could build more friendship in the future."

"Well, did you have that intention?"

"It was still disrespectful. Compensation if desired, or in a similar form."

Knowing it was unlikely for this senior official, Dougbalm was proposing.

A small country at the end of one or three major force umbrellas, a large country that can be counted among one or three major forces. Regardless of the intention of being sent a messenger, a country called Niadale had to hide its truth from the federal government.

Anyway, if you were damaged in the back, you were supported in the back - if it brightened up, it could be misinterpreted as' hiding 'and weaken your position within the Federation.

There is also the possibility that, in protest against the manipulation, there will be a quarrel between Aizeon and the federal government.

The opponent has to wonder how to get out, what was expected from the fact that the Federation is not a single rock.

"Then, compensation and so on is outrageous. Is that aid from your country (...)?

All you have to do is make him think of this as a money-making story that has only broken into his own country.

"... would you accept that?

"Yeah. I'd love to keep up with 'my country'."

Lovingly smile off a high-ranking official walking away in a light foothold.

If I had thought a little more objectively, I would have also realized that was not all......

In retrospect of his current conversation, Dougbalm was frightened in his heart.

Prioritize your own country's damages over the overall damages, otherwise you will allow aggression. Such an organization's way of being a federation is corrupt, and while it cannot be said that only its senior officials are generally bad, it will not change anything to be short-circuited nonetheless.

Who was the officer in charge of the Niadale State? Let's make it a 30% pay cut......

That's what I was thinking, and I can speak to someone else again.

"Sincerely, is that your intention?

Dougbalm was aware that his opponent was listening nearby. Not only that, but I dared adjust the volume so that the content of the conversation reached that ear. I was going to make you listen.

"... Listening means you're a bad person too"

A man dressed in military uniform indicating the status of the Confederate Army and the Three Generals.

The green silver short hair is glossy as it hits the lighting in the venue. The youthful face and physical appearance, contrary to its status, could be mistaken for a youth.

But its presence draws a line with other high-ranking officials, and I even have the impression that it is likely to be drunk in a lifelike mood.

Tightened up, Dougbalm turned the name back to a man named Shire.

"Excuse me. No malice. Please forgive me."

"No, it's a joke. How far did you get in your ear?

"Not as good as the Bureau of Management, but my men also have people who are good at intelligence. Even if it doesn't reach the government, there are stories that reach my personal ears.... according to which we were not talking about one or two countries"

"... can you continue?

"I have a comprehensive view of your thoughts and information. It's something I don't really want to think about. It's only my personal view yet, but can that be the case?

With a smiling look on his face, he blinks only once slowly. Dougbalm avoided a clear response. At the same time, he was trying to figure out if he would be an enemy or an ally because of the way he received it.

"Because..."

Silently staring at each other for a few seconds, just before Shire opened his mouth.

"General Shire. You've come of age too, such as talking to the right-headed lord besides me."

From a man who is the current Marshal of the Confederate Army, a lay enters with our faces.

The thick round face of the subcutaneous fat has a splendid jawbeard. The fat body, which I don't think is a soldier, is fitted with military uniforms for marshals decorated with gold thread.

Even in a higher position than Shire, I can't feel anything like majesty from the looks, words, deeds, or tricks.

"No, Marshal. Such a thing..."

"Right palace. I thank you for inviting me tonight. '

Dougbalm is laughed at by the marshal, who gently pushes Shire away.

"Are you enjoying it?

'Wonderful, all the more so if the imperial humans aren't breathing the same air'

"... well, without saying so. It's still a long night."

'But I can't figure out what this place means. Can I ask you something?

I answered and lay down again.

"Right head, long time no see."

Laterios, Emperor of the Empire, was just visiting the venue.

The arrogant appearance of walking away from high-ranking officials in various countries feels like it brings together a corresponding atmosphere.

The venue, which was somewhat lacking in movement, ran small on the appearance of those in power with both the politics and the military of the enemy country during the ceasefire, or their own.

Straight towards him, Dougbalm is asked for dialogue.

"This is Lady Laterios. Welcome aboard."

"Wow, that's the Emperor of Empires, a lot, a fine treat......"

Marshal, who was interrupted and wasn't funny, speaks of things he doesn't even think about.

"Get lost... don't tarnish the rest of your sight"

That was a strong statement because it was the supreme power of a monarchical state.

Buying words into selling words, declaring war at the end of them - no matter how powerful they were, they cannot be done by republican people who value the totality of the whole thing.

Exceptions are possible if you are prepared to impose war arbitrarily, but there is no mood for this marshal to shoulder such a responsibility.

If, on the contrary, we can gain the pretext of declaring war, as a Laterios, it is a lucrative thing.

'Nooo... So, bye. Shall I give you this opportunity?'

An unhappy looking marshal turns his heel back early. A faint sigh of sighing Shire follows it in a gracious manner.

Senior officials, who watched a series of exchanges, tries to make a subtle mistake for fear that the tyrant's spearhead will be directed at them.

"... Why don't you let me hear it, since I've invited the rest of you here?

By the time the scene settles down, Laterios asks, as does Marshal.

He wondered about it, too. As a result of this year's militant festival, we are also looking at the execution of the plan to open a war that has defeated the agreement. Assuming by any means that the neutral states find out about this,

· Abandoning neutrality as far as the Federation is concerned, trying to sneak up on the Empire.

· I am trying to show my willingness to be neutral as before.

· Trying to rush for peace between the Empire and the Federation.

There are many things I think about.

"It's a militant festival hosted by our country, and the empire in recent years... yes, it's remarkable, isn't it?

The reason why Laterios went so far is to ascertain with his own ears. At this time, his predisposing temperament had given rise to a suspicious ghost - words that compliment the factors necessary for the opening of the war make him mouth to mouth.

"Hello, you know that one?

"Shame on you, there was a riot in our country during your stay. The students of the Empire were very helpful in suppressing the mob. This is the height of the students' virtues, as well as the fact that there was a Laterios who was invested in knight education. Whispering, but I wanted to entertain you."

Dougbalm went on to say words before Laterios noticed the rudeness and misled.

"... by the way, what is“ that ”?

Brings cool sharpness to the soft eye until then. It is not surprising to suspect the Empire, it is not surprising that it is ahead of us to know what the plan is to start a war - tailoring it to such a situation.

For that reason, Dougbalm was acting all over himself.

"... don't worry. I have heard the rest of it. If you're an Imperial Knight, you deserve it."

Looking at the slightly-faced Laterios, Dougbalm learns to respond.

I went out of my way to overlook the riot and threesome all night......

Otherwise, it's not worth the hard work. I finally got my debt back......

With his hand about to stroke down his chest, he glanced at the venue.

"Meals are also available. Enjoy your stay tonight."

About half an hour later.

Some of the festivities were over, and the tension was almost relieved. Together, the situation at the venue changed, so that senior officials could be seen speaking without being imprisoned by the boundaries of the Federation and Empire.

There was a sight there that could be seen that way, a social place set up for friendship.

"Peace?... Again, isn't that one way to go?

Looking at the whole thing from the edge of the venue, Shire described it as pompous.

Humans want to draw lines, but in the end, humans themselves do not change......

I can communicate my intentions with words. There is no point in never being able to reconcile...

Strong power was built within the organization to correct the corrupt Federation from the inside out. I felt like he came here and looked specific about how we should get things right in the future.

If I wanted to change it but nobody could change it, I also remembered my mission not to change it with my own hands.

"... could I do that?

By the way, the time I was immersed in thought comes to an end.

Barrings! and sounds tall, a dozen secrets breaking through the big windows of the venue. Distracted by flickering fragments, each descends into the venue with his or her dexterity.

Everyone hides their faces in masks, but one mask that I think is mastermind depicted a characteristically disastrous pattern.

Looking over at the war-stained venue, Ji Shun pulls out the dagger that the coverts could sneak and scatters.

'Ah, ah... you!?

Sudden screams thrust through the spacious venues.

It was issued by a high official whose neck was placed on one of the covert ones, the lady who was by his side.

"What about the guards!? What are you doing!

Things don't stay that way. One more, and one more, and one more, high-ranking officials will be killed indiscriminately. As I saw such a sight, Dougbalm emits an anger.

Only one of the venues where the confusion spreads, was acting to deal with this situation.

Seeing a completely wolfish marshal on the other hand, Shire runs out to protect this.

"... Huh!? Lord Dougbalm, lie!

Instead, when he saw the mastermind-like secrecy behind Dougbalm, he shouted aggressively. But I couldn't get my voice to him and make him realize it in time.

"Stuffed...... Ha!?

A covert rolling knife pierces Dougbalm's back deeply.

It was a blow that was unlikely to spare death to see.