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

The next day, January 16th.

This morning, when it snowed out again, the weather was still making me think it would take some time for the snow to melt.

It has been a week since the mobilization of the Confederate forces towards the border countries began.

Dispatches of elite knights and soldiers had progressed from the countries under the Union umbrella, and dispatches of the First Knights had been completed from the Westerian State. Already on the front line, the chain of command was also adjusted, even if it was ready to move at any time.

In conjunction with Marshal Shire and the second-to-fourth Knights travel, Alan takes a steam locomotive to the border countries. If we left on this day, the arrival was expected to be around the end of January.

I have time until February 14th, but I've never been over there to get ready as soon as possible.

Sometimes, when I drove out of military headquarters in a carriage, I came across a certain act. Thousands or so of people were pushing and yelling in front of the main entrance to the military headquarters.

Those words of choice vary, and the expression on your face ranges from anger-filled to anxiety-frowned, some of which you just giggled at.

This was not seen today, but has become visible since the declaration of war of the Empire was featured in the newspapers.

We can't break into the premises because there are security knights, but their voices conveyed the space and reached inside the facility in the back.

In contrast, there was nothing like the knights of security evacuating them unless they tried to break into the premises - that's what Shire had ordered.

'What the hell is going on!? What was the government doing until this happened!

'Explain to us, the people, if you know why we are at war with the Empire!

Towards the facility, some men throw hard.

'Are you sure you're okay? Will there ever be a war disaster in Westeria? My daughters and grandchildren live here, my family... what's wrong, I don't want my daughters to live those days'

Taking the hand of a security knight, an old woman complains of anxiety.

"It's been seventy years and I couldn't reconcile myself with the Empire, isn't this government laziness!? Who takes this responsibility, Trevillo, chairman of the government!? Or Marshal Shire!? Take responsibility now!

"There was a case last year where a senior official was attacked. Isn't that right! We didn't know! Wasn't the federal government trying to cover up for us people!? Hold us accountable!

A certain number of newspaper reporters raise their voice as they look around them.

If you send an army, it'll be a war! Don't dispatch! Opposition to war! '

"War Against! Opposition to war!...................

Such a sight was rarely seen in an empire, a monarchy.

If we are going to turn our teeth to the will of the emperor, we must be prepared to risk our lives for the sake of the temper of being able to revolutionize and for the future of the country we believe in. Even if you don't have to lose your life, you'll spend the rest of your life in a dungeon.

When you speak that voice, there is always danger.

Within the Federation umbrella, there were several monarchical nations.

Still, if you are in a collection of countries called the Federation, even if it was the same monarchy as the Empire because it is considered to be a democracy that weighs individual rights, it would be acceptable to some extent if the government were to acknowledge it - the federal government deserves it above the king.

If so, they were free to utter their words, claiming their rights.

"... I guess that's a person again too. That's annoying."

He boards a high-ranking official vehicle that hits the second of the steam locomotives and is rocked west. The same vehicle as Shire, Alan, who put it on the opposite seat, shrugged in retrospect of how such a folk looked.

"To Master Alan, what did they look like?

Shire, who was on the front, asks with that grunt in his ear.

"As much as I could afford to blame someone, I still look rich now. Escaping the imminent scourge of war, living tomorrow is the best I can do, and while I'm alive, only the little happiness around me counts, and there are those who were fighting to change it... I don't have the muscle to tell you, but I was wondering if this is actually the result of the change"

I don't get the word back, like I'm lost in this.

"... will you listen to me thinking I'm the old man's solo?

Ask him to stay in the uplifting emotions and get a nod from Shire.

"That's why I feel I need that kid's wishes. It becomes an extreme even, but it picks up its own life, it picks up someone's life, it picks up even the person who comes to kill itself, and what the hell happens if it does?... I believe I can find what I've been looking for for for years at the end of that child's wishes"

From the south window, Alan continues with a view of the distance.

"I think she has the kindness that people should have for people," she said.

"… I would like to see your apprentice one day"

Shire ran after his gaze and said.