Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

September 3, 7450.

I accompanied Cunningham to Knights headquarters.

She made me a complete manual on the work done in almost every department of the administration in just six months, as I had previously expected, such as cashier, folk, territory, etc.

And now, as hoped, we're moving to the Knights.

It will be the lowest end of the Knights because we will be joining the group six months late from Ralpha and Guineh, but if she is this good she will soon be outdone... though there is a wall called War moves.

"... so I'll hire her as a squire from today, but she was originally an army experienced and kamb just like me... I'm sure of her abilities because she was a knight"

"My name is Ethel Cunningham. Best regards,"

Her story was told in advance to the Vice Knights Value.

Besides, when she found time herself, she even went out to the Knights for mock warfare and archery, so this is not the first time we met.

I also hear from Value that she has some idea of her fighting moves.

His rating says it's still on a level that it doesn't extend to the Orthodox Knight, but he says it's going to be fully useful if you look at it as a squire.

"Okay, I'll show you to the sitting room," Value said, following her and immediately walking away from the office.

The lodging she lived in until today will be paid off with her admission to the Knights, and she will be reclassified as a full knight, or until two years have passed, she will live in a squire building on the Knights' property.

Well, as a senior, I have Ralpha and Guine, so in a way, I can push them in safely.

There will be nothing strangely abusive about joining the group along the way.

... Well, give me the verdict... umm. I'm gonna have to. You've got a lot less verdict papers.

Suburb of Hesketh, the capital of Bernard Junkel.

There was a considerably larger army stationed there compared to the population of the capital.

There are tents lined up with flags everywhere.

At that corner was a group of tents flying a flag stained with a black-out gauntlet that grabbed lightning on the red field - a garrison for the Red Soldiers.

There are two people approaching.

Both sides are young men and women of the Pu people (Hume).

"Hey, think about it, all right?

……

"I'm the next leader of the Auga regiment, right? He said you don't look like a small mercenary group like the Red Army."

……

"You don't have to be on the battlefield if you're not with me, and I can make it easier for your father."

"... Mr. Nephil"

"Hmm? What?

"... how about it's time for you to return to your regiment? This is already inside the Red Army garrison."

"It's me and you, okay..."

"What kind of friendship!? I have said many times to stop misleading expressions! Besides, I don't care about that, so it's just evil!

"Oh, hey, Tania! Don't be such an evil man!

"I have a squad business to pick up."

"Chip, you don't have to put it that cold, do you?"

"It's not a warm way to put it."

"What, that? Well, fine. I'll be waiting for you at Zabus's tonight!

"I won't go, but be my guest"

With his shoulders clasped and his hands stuck in his trousers pockets, the man began to turn back awesome.

The woman looked back after dropping off the condition for a while with a rugged cold eye.

At that time, you consciously changed it, and you have a soft look on your face.

Currently, of the Red Army's crew, combat personnel pay for training in an exercise area where almost everything is a little further away, and all that remains here are not combat personnel, such as children, the elderly, pregnant women, etc.

There is a simple well in the square in the centre of the rounded tent, where the children play from toddler to senpai.

The time is so far around noon that no one is washing or cooking.

I guess the adults other than the combat personnel do simple handiwork like fixing things and basket knitting in the tent.

"Oh, it's you!

"He's back!

"Sister Tania! Play!"

"Play and play!

The kids who noticed Tania's appearance rush over.

Tania cheeked as she stepped over and hugged the shortest child.

"I'm sorry. I'd love to play for you, but, sister, I still have work to do."

That's what I said, and when I put down the kid I held up, I walk out with the kids wrapped around me.

As it was, he turned his foot toward a tent one turn larger than the others.

"Guys, I'm sorry. Let's play after work."

"Chih."

"When will it end?

"Hmm, will it take a little longer? Everybody, wait for the good boy."

Tania waved her hands small on her chest as she looked back in front of the entrance to the tent and went inside.

- Damn, what a little mercenary regiment, Nephil's guy, you're gonna be really rude. Even though we're not like the U.S.S. crowd like you!

Removing the long sword (long sword) that was sitting on her hips, Tania pulled her chair and lowered her hips as she stood on a table for office use.

- Well, I need to write up my replenishment application... whatever the cloth is, I hope it's a good addition to the late payment of the grinding wheel.

Exhaling a small sigh, Tania began to prepare her writing equipment.

Hours later.

Vasco and a few scouts who were following him went into the garrison without stopping in Hesketh city.

When he received a welcome from the children and broke up with his men there, Vasco turned to his own tent.

"Welcome home. Good day. How'd it go?

When Vasco jumps up the cloth covering the entrance and steps into the tent, a voice hangs from the back.

This is his deputy Tania.

I guess the hustle and bustle I heard from the outside made me find out about the Basco's return.

"Mmm..."

Not answering Tania's question, Vasco drank in a breath as he poured water from the water drain he had placed on the table into a wooden cup.

Resting his paperwork hands, Tania remains gazing at Vasco, painted with sweat and dust.

There was a blatantly grumpy look on that face.

Seeing it, Tania frowns at the root.

"Ugh...... Thank you very much. I knew I was a Lombart. They just call me a big country..."

Pull the chair in front of Tania and sit back somewhere, Vasco says, with the sound of a floating face intact.

I went on to say, "Where's Dad?," he asked.

"I'm supposed to be in the middle of a squad. I don't think I'll be back till this evening."

Tania answers, clapping her shoulders.

"Right. Okay, I'll let you know when your dad gets home. Until then, I'm off. I need you to assemble the team leaders by evening."

That's what I said and when I stood up, I disappeared into the private room that led to the back of the tent.

Tania, who dropped Vasco off with a bitter smile on her face, murmured, "... work on me for a little while longer," clearing the writing equipment and taking a seat.

And when I unwrap the light green beautiful hair that was wrapped around the ponytail, I dazzle the long sword (long sword) that was standing on the table.

He saw the curtain where Vasco had disappeared and left the tent behind.

Out, Tania narrowed her eyes in dazzle in the light of the sun, walking to the point where the scouts accompanying Vasco were hanging their words to work their labor as they returned.

And I told the children of the squad that were wrapped around them to put their faces on Vasco's tent when Jeez and the team leaders got back from training.

West Dirt region of the Kingdom of Romberto.

Weed.

When Xenom opened the smoker door with his smiley face, he removed the light-brown-stained ivaina from inside.

A family order he found out he was a big smoker ordered slaves and cooks working downstairs to build a small but fairly authentic smoking room in the corner of the mansion with Zenom's permission.

"Muho"

Because of this, he learned that the fish he initially hated, Yweina, would also be very much his taste by smoking it.

And in the last six months or so, Xenom had started to make its own smoke.

As a result of smoking and comparing all sorts of things, including beasts and livestock hunted on Mount Weed, which stands to surround the city of Weed, and seafood caught on Lake Weed, as well as sea delights taken from distant Hash villages (where sea delights are kept fresh due to the opening of the carriage railway), Xenom's favorite nowadays is a fish called Yweina, which can be harvested on Lake Weed in front of him.

"... it smells. The boulder is my Iwayna."

Cold smoking is difficult because it is still hot, but warm smoking and heat smoking can be made without problems.

Because the manufacturing time is also short, it can be eaten from the day it is made, making it perfect for Xenom, which is also short tempered.

At dusk, moisten your tongue with your favorite fine shochu with a table and chair served in the garden and watch the sunset set on Lake Weed while savoring your own smoked smoke.

This luxurious moment has become quite an important time for Xenom these days.

"Mm-hmm, about a taste... no, wait, wait"

Continue to transfer the ivaina hanging from the smoking machine to the plate as you swallow the gokuli and spit.

Mature ivaina over 30 cm in length.

The flavour condensed by smoking is no less than that of my favorite octopus.

Instead, Xenom thinks that the flavor is even stronger than the flavor is stronger than the flavor of a good aromatic fat.

Especially if you get the finest bamboo, the idea will be quickly overshadowed.

"Dear stall. You can see Master Balcombe and his wife."

A family order spoke up.

Balcom has rights to one of Mount Weed's pits and is one of his squire serving Zenom and a Dwarf (Gnome).

"Whoa, let me through."

When the cook's instruction allowed him to make smoke somewhat better, Xenom began to speak to the civilian squires living in Weed and behave like smokers who made their own.

Of course, I understand that some will be reluctant to dine with themselves, the Zenom and the aristocracy that governs the land.

But it is also true that many people like it because they want to be liked by their lords or even a little closer, and it is also important for the aristocracy that governs a populated land called the city to bring their thoughts and feelings closer together with good liquor and cooking.

May I reflect some preferences there?

That's what Xenom had in mind.

"Dear stall, that smells good."

"Yeah, it's appetizing."

Balcomb and his wife, invited by Xenom, have been tempted with fairly fine clothes.

"Whoa. You did a good job today. Hey, have some booze and food."

The decree told Xenom immediately ordered one of the deacons to carry liquor and food.

I understand that Zenom is not going to do more than just smoke people.

And a whispering but fun dinner party began for Xenom.

The deeply flavored shochu paralyzes his tongue and punches his tongue into the delicious dish.

It is time for the sun to fall for the most part, and the surface of Lake Weed is stained with Zhu.

"Speaking of which, the stall"

"Hmm?"

"Do you use (beach) smoked wood?

"Oh."

"I see. But from what I hear, using different trees can change the taste of the same ingredients."

"What?"

Until now, Zenom has never really cared about smoked wood.

Smoked wood, both in Balduk and in the Wang capital, was common sense to use (Bu 'na) trees, and that was no different in Weed.

"I heard from a merchant who came here a while ago that everything, if you use" (oak) ", looks good in color and doesn't have much habit, so it suits the fish."

"Well, that sounds good to me. (Oak)? Can you take it with the weed?

"Yeah, it's growing pretty good by my pit"

"Ho."

"If it's a small branch after branching, it's falling a lot, so I'll bring it next time"

"Whoa, please"

"And the burning mud you can take around the swamps of East Dart sounds good,"

"Burning mud?

"Yeah. There are a lot of swamps in the East Dart, but they burn the mud in the swamps around there when they dry. So when you make smoke, it smells good."

What Balcom is saying is that burning mud is close to peat.

Given latitude, it would be like halfway between the peat that can be harvested in Hokkaido and Scotland on Earth and the tropical peat that can be harvested in Southeast Asia and elsewhere.

Even if there is shochu that needs to be distilled, it is not well known because of its low performance as a fuel in oases without whiskey.

"Well, when it comes to East Dart, it's Earl Ellers territory."

"Right."

"Hmm. That burning mud guy, you're interested. Can you buy it?

"What do you think? But the merchant I heard about has a house in Lamb York... now it will be around Beglitz, and I will ask by the time I get back"

Ram York is the name of the territorial capital of the East Dart region, as well as the name of the small kingdom that was once there.

"Yeah, please"

Replying, Xenom thought, "This guy can't help collecting all kinds of trees and trying them out."

Evening.

The tent of the Red Soldier.

"Be wary of captainship in black metal armor (plate mails). Only a few of them I've seen, but they were all incredibly skillful."

Vasco was sharing the information he had obtained during this reconnaissance with those who had gathered.

"How much is a practice?

The young tiger tribe (Tigerman), who is entrusted with the chairmanship of the Spear Squad II show, says Welkes.

"... to be honest, you should look at Jess as one another or more"

Looking at Welkes, Vasco answered.

"Are you in line with Deputy Director Jess?!?"

"Unbelievable."

"How many of them..."

Mouthwhining group leaders.

"Vasco. What if you fought?

Zice, deputy head of the Red Army, asked.

"Mm-hmm. That's a hard part. I wouldn't lose a place like the woods if it was one-on-one."

At present, whoever says what, the leader in the White Soldier Battle among the Red Soldiers is the Captain's Vasco.

Over the past few years, he was unbeaten in a dueling noise with other mercenary regiments that took place several times, and his sword moves had at times shown an absurd glimpse.

During the crackdown a few years ago, he even cut and dropped the flowing arrows.

"In the woods and limiting..."

"Oh. You won't win one-on-one in some open place like a plain. Only one person could confirm it, but they used missile magic to hunt birds."

That's what Vasco said. The leaders are all breathtaking.

"What, a missile to drop a bird?

Someone says it, but I can't help it.

Missiled attack witchcraft is almost half legendary, and it's about whether or not a superior magician can finally be used to describe it even with the court magician class.

If what Vasco had just said was true, it would have been a few seconds long, at best.

"Oh. With these eyes a fire arrow (Flame Arrow)... I saw clearly where I would bend all the way down like this and chase a bird and hit him, and then I saw Turks with me."

Flame arrows with missiles are said to be easy to turn around and even hit steep points such as armor joints if they are only a few dozen meters away.

Also, if the most far-sighted Turks in the Red Army saw it together, the line of Vasco's mistake would be thin.

And... Vasco is also the most powerful sorcerer the Red Army has.

Based on the abundance of magic, the current basco is neglected by the Arrow class, and if it is an arborest-class attack magic, it can only take a few seconds to unleash.

You can't use missile-mounted attack magic with that basco.

There are magicians in black metal armor who outnumber even that basco.

It can also be said that the bosses looked frigid and shut up.

"Well, I don't think there's a guy gobbling around who can use missile magic on a boulder, but you're pretty sure he's got all the creatures at the point where he can move in heavy armor in the mountains, right? Black armor has been confirmed by at least four people because of their outfits."

Says Vasco with a shoulder to shoulder.

"Are all Rombert patrols led by that black armor?

Geese asked, glancing back at Vasco from the squeezing squad leaders.

"Not all of them. Some troops didn't have black armor. That felt normal. Anyway, I know what it's like to doubt it. So for a while now, you guys can go scouting and keep an eye on it. We should all go and see how they fight and what path they prefer, their propensity to command and not overlook one thing."

Basco says as he sends his gaze to each and every face.

"Oh, everyone here takes turns and goes scouting. Of course, Tania. You go, too. We all have to observe and understand the strength of the opponent... and it's awesome, but it would be great if we could find it in case of weakness"

That being said, Vasco declared his dissolution.

Leaving Vasco's tent, the team leaders turned to their tents as they discussed the order of reconnaissance.

"I'm going to ask you some more details."

In the meantime, Tania told her father, Jess.

"Hmm? Oh......"

Jess answered in a low voice and watched her daughter enter the Vasco tent again.

"I wish I was married already"

"Because Vasco won't say anything."

"What's going on with them?

A few of the group leaders who noticed it said to Jeez, clapping their shoulders.

"I don't know. I didn't hear anything."

Jess also turned to her tent when she clasped her shoulders.