Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

June 1, 7450

"… I understand the subject of the request. Heh heh heh..."

The old woman of the Dark Elves (Dark Elves) replied by the way with a voice that leaked her breath with Hushuffle.

That's probably why quite a few teeth are missing.

She calls that name Loribathlal and serves as the foreign trade president of the Kingdom of Lyle.

Earlier yesterday, the royal palace contacted me and brought my old body here unseen.

For this reason, this is a slightly superior restaurant in the corner of the Wang capital Landgries, where the place and time are designated by her.

There is a room suitable for a secret conversation, and secrets will never be divulged from past relations with the restaurant. Besides, it is not very uncomfortable for a restaurant to be visited with a place pattern, patience and prestige.

"Hmmm......"

"So..."

The three dukes, including King of the Kingdom of Davis and Duke of Agenor Belgrid, have a hospitable look.

"But, as I have said many times, I do not have the right to decide whether or not to take on the request. The official reply will be with your quote at a later date…"

The King and the Duke of Stoles snort with a thin smile when they hear the old woman's words.

But the Duke of Dantes doesn't end up just snorting.

"Mm-hmm. But there's a lot to say later. I can't go for a couple of days. I wonder how long I can get a reply from my home country?

The king and the Duke of Stoles did not break their expression at all when they heard the Duke of Dantes, but in their hearts they felt bitter "you're young".

Apart from the exact distance, the Duke of Dantes knows that the Kingdom of Lyle lies on Mount Kinlu, north of the Kingdom of Dabus and further north of the Marquis of Beshwide.

"Ho. This... if you'll excuse me. Right......... forty days from now. I think I can get back to you on the 10th of next month."

The old woman replied with a creepy grin, distorting her face.

"Hmm, 40th..."

The Duke of Dantes seems to have thought about it just a little bit, but he takes over the words when he nods gently to see if he thought it would be reasonable.

"That and the cost, but I would like to know your expectations of what amount you think it will be. And you don't have a decision to make on this matter, but..."

When the Duke of Dantes said that much.

"My lord, no more"

and the Duke of Stoles cracks and enters.

When I hear the cost forecast, I get an estimate.

"But..."

Still trying to eat down, Duke Dantes.

The king also had a bitter face.

The other side says, "I have no authority, I will reply formally to the day again," and I can't get any more answers here than I have spoken up to that deadline, albeit to accomplish.

Be king. Be Duke of Stoles, I can understand Duke Dantes' thoughts and feelings.

This is not particularly problematic if this is a formal forum for diplomacy between states in politics, and rather it is something that needs to be checked properly.

Even in the sense of taking the word, Duke Dantes' statement would be a reasonable place.

But this is not a negotiation between states.

It's a one-sided request, please.

The Kingdom of Lyle can always say no, and where I said no, it doesn't hurt or itch.

Far from deadly, to the extent that, at best, it may impair the mindset of the Kingdom of Daebus vis-à-vis the Kingdom of Lyle.

It is true that the Kingdom of Lyle is a food-importing country, and if food cannot be imported, it will be tough, but more than 90% of it is occupied by the Kingdom of Romberto and the Kingdom of Cambit, and the Kingdom of Dabus cannot be said to be the main importing destination.

Most countries in the western part of the Orad continent, including the Kingdom of Davis and the Kingdom of Lomberto, do not inherently need trade with other countries, for example.

We can handle it without it.

Premium cloths, parchment paper, fragrances, metal tools, all kinds of arts and crafts, etc. can certainly make a good living, but procurement is possible because most of them are produced within the country as long as we are prepared to lose quality.

It could lead to a loss of overall quality of life and, in some cases, to a loss of national power, but we can live without any reliance on imports.

The Kingdom of Lyle, where the vast majority of domestic circumstances are wrapped in a veil of secrecy.

The truth is that bicycling is a good place on a fire train, but the Three Dukes have no reason to know.

Food imports, especially from the Kingdom of Dabus, are not significant. Because it's enough for a small village to eat for a year, so if you try it for the Kingdom of Dabus, it's a trade deficit against the Kingdom of Lyle.

"Heh heh. It's good. Because I don't care. Then I will check the conditions one last time. One is to investigate the route from the Kingdom of Lomberto to Lord of the West Dirt, which is scheduled for next spring or so. One thing is to name at least three good points in it to poke and raid a gap without witnesses. One thing, each of those three places should not be open for more than a day on foot. One, to investigate places where at least 100 people can hide within a day's walk for at least three months for all three of those places. It should be noted that the location is as safe as possible and difficult to detect from outside parties. To also guide up to ten people per visit from the village of Larryl in the Duke of Stalls from this fall until the end of next winter to the hidden places mentioned earlier. It should be noted that, at that time, they should not be found by the security forces on the Lomberto side. And under no circumstances would you ask a warrior in our country to join the fight, was it?

With that said, Loribathlal foreign dealer makes another creepy laugh.

"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you very much."

I said something extra. I will. Duke of Stolls answered by controlling the Duke of Dantes.

When the foreigner saw how it was going, he warped his face and said, "I accept. Now, if you'll excuse me around here, I'll take a seat."

And I look back on the verge of leaving the room and I say, "Yeah, yeah. This store can't say that the building is the finest, but I assure you of the flavor," he said, slowly looking back again and disappearing after the room.

4 Jun 7450

between the Jordan region of the Kingdom of Lomberto and Heaven.

There is a place on the streets of Zaridor passing near the coast at a distance of several hundred m, one on the side of Jordan, one on the side of the heavenly realm and a place of detention.

Fio and the others were at the Judan side of the barracks.

"Look it up again. Margaret Siebex, Walter Heimdall and Irina Bristolon are the three Associate Dukes. And then we're all civilians."

Fio stuffing the knights of Viscount Penride stuffing at the barracks.

"So, there's a minimum of eight people, maybe a little more, right?

The knights at the precinct answer with a blind eye to the traffic record.

"That's right. It must have been the end of last month or the head of the month."

"Hmmm, I still don't have a record of that name... if you really went through here, it should be recorded in a place in heaven, and why don't you ask me over there?

"Mmmm..."

Fio can also understand that this man has not sheltered the church and lied.

A peek at the passage records at his disposal doesn't match the name of a church line as anyone else.

Since this traffic record is recorded by hand based on the status, it is possible that there may be some misspellings, but it is not possible that everyone, in this way, does not even have a close name.

The only thing close, if I may say, is that a total of ten people led by the Sergeant who managed to make his honeymoon four days ago were close, but they were all recorded under completely irrelevant names. Yet Peggy's race, the werewolves, is not mixed.

I also asked about their phase style, but I don't seem to have a clear memory of the boulder, which is completely irreplaceable.

Beyond this is the famous Dhran as a tourist city, not surprising or anything because it is a very major place for a somewhat wealthy aristocrat and others to travel to.

In fact, several pairs of travellers for similar purposes are recorded on the day.

"Okay. Just in case, I'll ask around."

When Fio showed his status to the assistant, he left his men, including Grace, standing by on the spot and heading to the heavenly side of the barracks alone.

We could have all headed there, but it would take a lot of time for everyone to record their status, and they would charge Al for the toll later.

Not all of us, starting with Fio and Grace, are members of the Kingdom's Southern General Army.

Less than half of the troops are made up of Knights of the Earls of the League, so extra spending should be discouraged because it is certain that they will not have to pay in cash now but will be charged later.

Well, if a line in the church doesn't really go through this gateway, the 10,000 z toll per head is nothing but total waste.

- Suppose you didn't make it through here, west? No, it's stuck on the peninsula over there, and most importantly, it's where your Excellency comes from. If you're really careful with your Excellency, you can't go west.

Grace and the Knights told me, given how a whole church line escaped from Zahrax, it's hard to believe that the Peggies did realize Al's purpose and escaped, but as a Fio, I can't help but think of it that way.

Because of a situation with no clue at all, there is no choice but to assume that they somehow realized Al's purpose and walked away.

- But......

Fio thinks with wrinkles between his eyebrows as he walks.

While doing so, I arrived at the heavenly side of the border.

So I show you the order from Al, tell him what's going on, and ask him to check the traffic records.

but the answer still doesn't come back as expected here.

- Isn't it here? More south, western Kandail or Burke? But it would be dangerous to have to go back to the vicinity of Zahrax again...

Thanking him with a bitter face, Fio returns his heel.

- The information that the Archbishop named Heimdall is Japanese, given the circumstances, reports and testimonies... is probably correct. What is its unique skill……!?

As Al's prediction, Grace told me that if there were any Japanese other than Peggy, including Archbishop Heimdall, the inherent skill of one of them would be something close to the naming that would take place in shrines and elsewhere.

At the same time, however, it is also said that this is only a very ill-founded imagination, inferred from only one type of item: the "seal of Nigivana", which the Church sells to believers.

――

What did you think, Fio rushed to the heavenly side of the barracks again.

- The werewolf ears are not as big as they are. If you wear a headscarf and hide your tail, you can tell it's a different race.

"Hmm? What's up?

The male and female composition of a line of honeymoons I went through four days ago was as per the information I was grasping.

There is also a mix of female elitists who seem to be Irina inside, and similarly mountain women (Elves generally have many beautiful men and beauties, and hiding their ears because of their characteristics in the shape of their eyes is difficult to delude even to the race. Similarly, dwarves and dwarves are less likely to be deluded because of their features on their physique, on the ends of their hands and feet larger than they are, and on the number of fingers, and that is also true of the Mountains. Not to mention that mountain women have an overwhelming number of mustache stretchers).

Fio grinned with a nigga, thanking the assistant and running again toward the Judan-side barracks where his men were waiting.

- There are few mountain roads ahead, but it's all easy to get by.

A trained soldier would be able to pack more distance.

"All right. Get ready."

Through Duke Dantes territory and further east, near the coast of Marquis Razod territory, Alexander Belgrid stopped the troops from going.

It's an unpopular sandy beach a little south of the street.

The sandy beach will be wide, 500 m to the east and west and 100 m to the north and south.

The cliffs stand to the east and west, and loose hills to the north on the land side.

The day is still high and a little early to prepare for the camp.

But this seemed like a planned action, and when those making up the troops disembarked simultaneously, about half began to scatter around them.

The other half or so strikes a pile on the ground in front of entering the sandy beach, and starts connecting the horses that came on board.

The leaves were unloaded from the carriage that accompanied them and carried in front of the horse.

"Lane, I'm sorry, but I need some water."

Lane nodded at Alec's words and began watering the barrels for horses arranged beside the leaves.

At the same time, the tent begins to be stretched out and the small but quickly impromptu position can be created.

With the exception of a very small number of troops, that would be the speed because almost everyone in the force is acting acne.

It can be seen from that that the entire force boasts a considerable degree of sophistication.

After a while, those who scattered around returned and were told that there were no abnormalities.

"Three days from tomorrow, we'll do the last finishing here. Bad scaffolding sand. Don't worry about what you're not going to do!

Having heard all the reports, Alec began to drool in anticipation of everyone finishing the alignment.