Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

21-Mar-7450

"I'll be here"

Sir Value, the Deputy Knights Commander, gives me some paperwork.

The paperwork should include the name of the nominee for the promotion of the knight this season.

"Uhm."

Turn the documents you received.

There are three names written.

Obedient Osmand Kibnal.

Associate Rita Laheute.

Samran Driston, squire.

Everyone must have been a child of a very powerful man, such as Sir (Sochi), who ruled the village.

"... the three of us. That's a lot for not having any recommendations last time or last time."

"Yes."

Is that the case?

That's right, first of all, the squire Osmand Kibunal.

His mother is a lady whose liver rests among the rulers of the port town of Hash.

In addition to personal data such as birthplace and date of birth, the document states the reason for the recommendation to the Horseman.

I've been on inspections with him, and I know quite a bit about him.

Sometimes you hear I'm the next knight candidate when I'm on assignment, and well, fine.

Pass,.

Next up is Rita Laheute, a squire.

Her father is a lord of the village of Kudomna, an old man whose appearance is invincible, but also sensitive to seeing opportunities.

He's one year older than Osmand Kibunal, and he's managed to reach this level of skill.

Whatever it is, it is the heir of the nobility as well as Osmand Kibnal, so you should just do the righteous knight position and foil it and return it to the village if you have even met the standard.

Pass,.

And at the end of the day, Samran Driston, a squire.

"I was listening to Kibunal and Laheute, and I know the power, so, okay, what about this Doriston?

I thought of Sir Wazmar's face ruling the village of Damon, the lord of his birthplace, in my head as I asked Value.

The appearance is a decathlon Tigerman.

As an exterior feature, a well-maintained moustache comes to mind first.

The paperwork says that his mother was also a person who used to be the squire chief of Damon Village, and he is his second son.

There is also a description of the current sixth year of membership.

He joined the army at the age of fifteen after adulthood and is now twenty years old. He boasts high white soldier warfare skills there among his squire.

Some of our Knights are over thirty without budding as their squire, so we can say that they are pretty good people at the time the Value comes to recommend them even by current standards.

"Ha. Driston is a guy with some attractions inside. You may think it's a little early, but I think I'm well qualified to be a knight."

Since Kibunal and Laheute ahead are heirs of nobility, even if you don't have enough power as a knight, it's fine to give you the status of a positive knight in order to foil them, because in the end you're a person who inherits territory. Even if I stay in the Knights, two to three years is a good place at best.

But even nobles are not heirs, or people of civilian origin are not that easy.

You can't give the Knights the status of Knights if you don't show the Knights that you're good enough for a core existence.

It doesn't seem personally problematic from my eyes.

It can be seen from the description that the understanding of rules such as canonical is also a passing score.

but I also find that I'm pretty bad at arithmetic anyway for work attitudes, poetry, and courtesy.

The arithmetic is also a passing score by current standards, but it clearly fails by the new standards that I have been considering introducing since April.

In addition, if I say so, the new standard differs from the current standard, which makes him a lot lower than he is now because he has a very high percentage of seats in the assessment.

Well, if you think about it by new standards, even active knights, half of them, on the contrary, mostly go back to being squire.

Um, what do we do?

If we introduce new standards, for the time being, the successful ones will only be as good as my combat slaves, such as the reincarnators or the Zulu close to them.

Old Purgatory Flame (Gehenna Flair)?

They don't even pass by current standards.

He's eating for years and his head is getting stiff, and he's going to pass for a year or so.

Well, that's lucky, too.

You'll have a hard time for that later, but you can have about one of these guys.

Pass.

"All right, these three will perform the ritual of my reign as soon as I return"

"Okay."

"And who wants to leave?

"No."

I was a little horrified.

I was worried because there were some wrongful pickings last year that combined with Shinji Solemnity, so there were a little fewer people than usual.

"Oh, and an associate from the day after tomorrow, but I've decided to leave it to the knights, Mr. and Mrs. Balladik."

"Ha. Those two won't have a war problem, but this time they'll be accompanying two officials from the administration, too, right? Isn't it enough that the two of us are escorts?

That's a particular opinion.

"No, I'll accompany four others from my battle slaves"

The members are Ruby and Jess, Marr and Limby.

For this reason they are also all going to throw them into the Knights when they return.

It should be noted that this time it does not involve gne.

Because there are detailed maps to Zondir and if Viscount Yorise is on the way too.

Even places that are blank on the Güinee map. Barkud's caravan has been through it many times, so make sure it's not as accurate as Güinee's map, and I have quite a few maps.

To tell you the truth, if it's enough to get you to write a map of a less important place at the moment, it's just stronger for Guineh to do his best in the Knights.

That's right, let's give Claw and Marie a keel break.

If you want, you can go to the village of Bafk, Claw's hometown.

March 23, 7450.

Insenga's aunt's conspiracy brought the total number of people to Keel this time to ten, including me.

Six of them had four personal combat slaves in addition to Claw and Marie, escorts from the Knights, but they had one more escort from the administration.

On this occasion, I can only nod if young officials tell me that they want to spread the word.

Because of that, a new young man is a sumute.

"Go away"

Mizuchi says in front of the administration.

In response, I crossed the back of my beloved horse Uranus.

"All right, let's go"

Marl whipped the horse while he was running the carriage with my voice.

At the same time Claw, Marie, Ruby, Jess and Limby also kick their horseback riding bellies.

"Take care"

"Welcome aboard"

The officials of the administration, including Insenga, drop me off with their heads hanging.

It was still early in the morning, and I followed the square in a sunset that was kind of like a sunset.

In the footsteps of Pacapaca, the carriage crew slowly headed to Duslin Avenue in the north and in a few minutes stepped through the city into the cultivated land.

The path through the tobacco fields, where the true green leaves began to grow, leads to the city of Zondir.

In the tobacco field, Gallon and Martha's Mr. and Mrs. Zydritz were working with slaves, and when they noticed us, they bent over, bowed their heads and dropped us off.

According to the Dark Elves mercenaries, no outsiders have come into contact with them since then.

I honestly don't care if you were there, but I want to know how often, so the foursome mercenaries stay on the stretch.

Because of that, they're not doing very well in seating at the Knights, are they?

Off cultivated land, he went into the woods for a short time before increasing his speed.

Officials are shouting pity on the carriage carrier but ignoring it.

In thirty minutes, Zondir's cultivated land will be in sight.

Slowly slow down and enter the city.

Continue straight down Duslin Street, which runs longitudinally through the city, and you'll be headed for the Burke region, ruled by the Earl of Dazur.

As a result, he turned the road leading to Zambus Street over the Ramone Mountains, which culminated in Mount Bashkel.

Turn around and hang on to Danorks Street, a slam that is also seen as a bad spot for Zondir.

Old and young men and women of dirty stature are sitting at the side of the road, even though it is not yet morning or night.

The eyes that look up at us with cloudy eyes are those of the dead.

There are many slum dwellers who do not produce one, “nobody” as expected.

Zondir's ruler is Associate Baron Cove, but he's just entrusting his governing responsibilities. It's supposed to be my land.

Like Kendall Street here in Beglitz, we're going to need to clean up.

Even these guys would be able to go back to people from less than people trash if they had a decent job to earn.

Remembering the power of war that Associate Baron Cove possessed, he went through downtown while he thought he would have to send quite a few more from the Knights to do a full sweep.

One carriage came from the front as we proceeded through the cultivated land stretching northwest of the city.

Marie runs the horse ahead and directs the carriage down the road.

When you look at the carrier at the wrong time, there are several red iron mines gleaming dull in silver and gray where mud has fallen.

Silver gray is a testament to fine iron ore with high iron purity.

That's enough for me to even think that if I clean off the mud, it's all silver.

I guess I was just carrying something that was dug out yesterday.

The man in the carriage dropped me off as I went down to the ground and drooled my head off, but as far as I could see from afar before I lowered my head, he looked like a pain in the ass.

That's right.

You'd think it would have taken time for the annoying smell to come when I was too busy with that old man.

That said, I'm also a child of people.

I don't feel like I should look at you like that.

I can't help it.

At best, I'm going to pass you by looking great.

This time is still sparsely walked by those who work in the mine (who, from time to time, would be civilians of the bearer, who is not a slave but a supervisor), but they are increasingly off the sidewalk.

I guess we'll go for a pit where each of us has a right.

When Zambus Street went uphill like that and it was ten minutes later.

There was no one around us.

It's time for the streets to start snaking like a tough fold.

but didn't go along with it, and the carriage fleet was off its original path, spearheaded by a military horse that Claw manipulated.

Besides, it also increases speed.

The leading claw also seemed to choose as much ground as possible that the carriage would make it easier to get through, but soon the roots of the trees floated and there were only many irregularities on the ground.

I haven't got full speed on the boulder, but the speed still seems to be over 10 km/h, so shock absorbers will shake the carriage very hard.

Whatever steep slopes but convex roads thanks to the magical hoof iron if you try to turn the carriage into a horse to tow, it's the same as running a well-maintained, flat track.

Even for me, I'm not running today, so this is welcome because it's going to be a good exercise.

When the faces of Samuto and his associates turned bright blue, he reached the most advanced spot on Zambus Avenue.

Drink cold water here and take a bathroom break.

You wanted to see the view like Chocolate Hills, which was exhilarating about the pompous thing to look down from among the trees, because my brother also said it was spectacular.

The descent will go slowly along the road, unlike the ascent, because there is a carriage, so their health will be somewhat better by the time they get to the foot.

And get down at the foot and take another break.

Then run down the streets twisting between the hills like laying low all over them.

He saw many rides of those who met a group of orcs along the way but solidified themselves in armor, and quickly wandered off.

Running for 20 minutes, he reached a post on the border with the Samish region.

This post is packed with ten squires, captaining the knights of Our Knights, and the post itself is a little further ahead than the real realm, since there are two hills lined up higher than the surrounding area.

At the top of the hill on either side of it, a watchhouse is built for surveillance of the broken post, which is to be constantly monitored by two people and shown on a red plate so that if there are any anomalies, they can only be seen from the lower post.

For this reason, the hill on the right is under the jurisdiction of our Knights.

Now both surveillance huts show yellow plates with approachers.

You're not skipping. Inspirational.

That's what I thought while I was at it.

A few of my squires smoked a cigarette stuffed in a flue pipe by the barracks building and took a break and were interested in chatting.

I know you're on a break because you're close, but cut it up and put it on the holding...

But when the claw of the touch screamed my name and approached me, they aligned themselves in a simple fence so that they all rolled, upright immobilized and sent a sword in front of my chest to salute me.

Ma, look. You don't have to shut up.

I hear there's not a lot of breaking and entering, but this place is a monkey anyway.

Except for a big caravan like using a carriage. After the danger of going down a roadless road and the trade, what people can carry with them is sparrow tears.

The captain's knight has asked me if I should take a break here, but the time is still before noon, so I said the break would be taken during lunch and passed.

Samuto and other officials send a grudging glance from the top of the carriage, but they silence him pretending they don't notice.

And the Samish side of the barracks filled by the Knights under Viscount Yorise also passed.

Whether he is a soldier or a squire at Samish's side is why he is taking a break from smoking.

When I think about it, there's no entertainment. There's nothing in it, so I'm not even willing to blame you.

It should be noted that Samish's captain told me that he would accompany him if he were to ask for an interview with Viscount Yorise.

Of course, it would be lip service because it would not be possible to leave the detention center to reach the territorial capital, but the captain seems sincerely eager to accompany him.

I can see I'm getting too tired of such a recessionary place with only weeds, trees and hills.

That said, I'm sure you should say hello or so because you're going through the territory.

Sometimes you're a neighbor, and you can't come to the neighborhood and pretend you're not familiar.

Regardless of the nobility that governs my territory, the civilians who become squire may ask for it.

There must be lords and civilians in every realm who have trouble shaking themselves after their second son, so they can sell their thanks.

But I apologize to the captain, but I politely declined to accompany him about wanting to rush to Keel, which is his destination first.

Instead, he leaves the captain behind his back, who seems unfortunate by telling him to drop by on his way home.

Anyway, my destination is Keel, not Zahrax, Samish's capital.

To be honest, I'm sorry it probably includes prejudice since Balduk, but sometimes it's useless for Viscount Yorise, who only has a poor, poor knighthood of senior aristocrats with territory.

Plus, the captain's eyes, who wants to go to Zahrax, are kind of disgusting and you can't say you don't like it.

Afterwards he avoided the seemingly crowded streets and earned his distance by passing between the Chocolate Hills hills, an untouched land, at every possible speed.

Thanks to this, shortly before dusk, we were able to pass through the Samish region, Viscount Yorise territory, and enter the Marquis Webdos territory of the Jindal Peninsula.

Hmm? The Samish region is a poor minister's land, similar to the Knights held by the Lords, so I didn't go by because I bypassed all the soggy villages and cities on the way.

I told the knight who was in custody on the border between Viscount Yorise and Marquis Webdos that I wished Viscount Yorise the best on his way home, but he did not tell me to accompany him on the guide.

It should be noted that the knights who were in the custody of the Marquis de Webdos seemed familiar to Claw and Marie, but did not speak there.

Well, maybe I could take an hour's break if I had time on my way home.

By the way, I remembered a huff before I left the precinct, so I said to the soldier I was packing, "There's got to be a marsh near here, but is it far?" I asked.

The soldier said, "A few kilometers north of here, at the foot of the south of the Boards Mountains, but all year round, the scenery is bad, and no fish can be taken, and no animal can get good meat. Besides, the marshes are surrounded by very poor scaffolding, and if you go for the first time, you better not go because they draw you into bottomless marshes," he advised.

According to the information I once grabbed, the villain who was nesting on Keel on the banks of this Barr Marsh, a piece of Begle, was selling his grabbed daughter to a Dabus man for purchase.

I thought I'd like to see what it's like once or so, but apparently I gave up looking at it because it's not even a busy place.

Then we were able to reach the village of Tomarg, the easternmost part of Marquis territory.

Anyway, if we get here, we can get to Keel by noon tomorrow because there will be little difference between the high and low and no detour of the hills.

I greet Lord Sir Bahrain and take the Inn tonight.

My brothers and sisters, Barkud's caravan also passes through this village of Tomarg, but it is simple because of its proximity to the border between the Jindal Peninsula and the Samish region, but there is an inn.

I'm glad I'm free.

One day today, I can keep Claw and Marie as gutsy as they say to the three officials who spit gelo all day and looked like they were dead, "If you guys hadn't been here, I'd actually be at Keel by the end of the day" or something.

I'm not a slave. Because it's late when you have a carriage with an amateur on it.

Not to mention I had to slow down for the mountain crossing.

You'll want to show your face to your parents and the Webdos Marquis Knights of the Ancient Nest in Keel, and you'll want to decorate the village of Bahuk that you've never been back since you ran away because it's a corner, and I'm sure it's true that it's a waste of a day if you try it on them.

We all decided to go to a diner with only two houses in the village for dinner.

There's no food around here that looks like a special specialty, but you still mouth your hometown dishes for a long time.

If I said it was delicious or not, most people would say, "I wouldn't even call it delicious, but it's never delicious".

But for me, Claw and Marie, I can't forget the diluted salt and pepper beans seasoned in a Webdos style.