Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

4 Feb 7451

Afternoon.

Count Robotney had his men's adventurers pulled up from the vicinity they named the "Northern Raid".

Moving for a while back to the stronghold, the Count tells everyone a temporary break and one enters his own tent.

"... Huh."

I poured water out of the water, exhaling heavily.

- Though children of low inheritance rank, they will also be officially royal to boulders...

I think of what I scouted earlier and get a depressing look.

The size of the carriage fleet in which Wang Sun rode would be quite large and even comparable to the caravan of a little doer's chamber of commerce.

The contents include a large, six-headed carriage that Wang Sun himself is believed to be boarding.

There are four two-headed carriages that I think are loaded with side services to take care of around me, luggage, etc.

And there were eight guard cavalry and eight infantry spears and eight archers.

It is not surprising that there are more guard soldiers if there are alternate personnel in the guard and they were in the carriage at the time of the earlier reconnaissance.

Whatever the case, the large carriage was built so that about ten adults would be able to ride it, and only serve there children, because it's a little hard to think about.

It's not hard to imagine that either the commander of the guard unit or the associate commander would be in that carriage with a few escorts.

- If you were to assume the worst, would the total number of escorts be about forty... but, hmm... surely there is a mistake in seeing that Grandson Wang was on that train first.

Because of the lack of sheet glass, the windows of the large carriage, which would be reserved for the passengers of personnel, were made of open and closed boards (there was an open and closed version for lighting on the ceiling, which I could confirm was all open), but when I discovered something a little larger on the road, for example, it was because those who thought to be slaves had handed over strawberry boards to the embroidery.

For that reason, the speed of travel in a row was quite slow, and I didn't see much tiredness in the expression of the accompanying infantry.

However, by checking the lane of the King's grandson, we can also give an approximate prediction of the lane of the common son of the target, the Kingdom of Lombert.

- The problem is that only three of the carriages were likely to be ridden by anyone other than you.

And I wasn't able to fully check the load for the remaining one.

Only because the car had a tall front.

This was where the Count was caught in consciousness.

It's a little, no, pretty unnatural that you're going to need all that luggage simply to attend a wedding.

Even if it's a gift, that amount is slightly higher.

- It seemed to be loaded with furniture, conditioning, etc., and even then they told me it was a moving wheel...

Phew, and with a thin laugh, the Count put the cup on the table, and pulled himself a chair, he lowered his hips there.

- No, no matter what you put on what you do, it's a luxurious rombert. Are there any gifts to that extent to strengthen your fringe with the Marquis Gried? In addition to a large number of expensive gifts, King Sun himself, I hope...

With a thin grin, the Count sighs.

- Nevertheless, if the king grandson and the gift protection is to that extent......

Dowry to the Marquis Gried is a bastard who falls considerably below the ranks of King Sun, and is, if I may say so, only the daughter of a single associate baron family.

Of course, the connection with the royal family cannot be ignored, so it would be clearly different from the daughters of the ordinary quasi barons, but even better would be about the same as Wang Sun's security posture.

- If the number of escorts is about forty, first with my fireball......

The Count hoisted the nigga and the end of one mouth and began to think about what the training was going to be.

5 Feb 7451

Before noon.

"Er, that was the end of today's petition, wasn't it?

I told Secretary Insenga with a heavy sigh at the administration's reception.

"Yes."

Insenga answers as she receives a note from Samuto, who was recording her complaint.

Today, or this week's petition may be serious to him, saying, "Where do you want me to hang a bridge on the creek there?" or, "I want you to wait a little while for the tax to be paid" or, "I want you to do something because some guy is using our farmland well on his own," but if you try it on me, the lord, it's just as irreplaceable as ever.

Hanging bridges most of the time involves defending Beglitz, so it's not that easy to say nagging without investigating, and paying taxes is my "okay. I just want ink to admit a delay of 100 months," and if it was sucked up until it withered to the well, it seems that there is still enough water to be used normally, so the point is that it is annoying to be used on its own by hard-earned wells.

But this is still getting a lot easier.

The only person who could complain or write a petition directly to me was the person who was collecting direct taxes (farmland taxes) on me or the person I was directly employing.

In short, I made it a system where only my own squire (no more than fifty) or those with nobility, officials of the administration, Knights or employees of my Chamber of Commerce could lodge a direct complaint.

It is plain that we no longer have to meet with dozens of people every day or read dozens of statements.

The petition itself would be a serf, but a free people, but anyone could, but it would be submitted to my squire, subordinate nobility, or administration, not to me.

It will determine if the recipient should escalate against me.

There, we have received reports that a significant proportion of the name refusals have been made to say remand: more than half.

Therefore, the statement for the interview has been filtered and then came to me, so this is still getting a little better.

"Then I go to the Knights. And then, thank you very much."

"Okay."

The two hostages I kept the other day, both of whom came to Beglitz, said they were coming to the Knights and staying asleep in the Knights squire quarters.

The report from the Value said that he had brought in a change of bedding before he said anything about picking up a grand aristocrat with a permanent army.

As with our Knights, it would be pretty normal for the Knights on the street to be limited to squires and orthodox knights who have been in service for over a hundred years, and the vast majority of squires live in camps and are not allowed to go out only on a set day.

Speaking of which, it seems that there are not only squires who volunteered like the Dabus Army, but also squires who requisitioned them, saying that they are large local knights of the size of the Duke of Thurm.

I've never seen the troops stationed at Weed because they're elite, so they don't have conscripts.

Whatever it is, I want to see in person what it's like for the two of you and how it goes.

When we arrived at the Knights, training for general squad was just taking place in the square between the gate and the main building.

If you are a training squad of knight candidates to whom the Ralphas belong, it sounds like field training today, and it sounds like it from those in the squad yard.

He deposited Uranus' reins with the duty attendant who had stuck with him from the administration, and proceeded to walk around toward the stables.

"Eh!

"" Yikes!

The squire is simultaneously swinging down the spear in solidarity with the hung voice of the ancient squire who is the instructor.

When I gazed at the group I was...

Carl is swinging his spear down at the back end.

There's a woman from his escort knight beside him, waving down his spear in the same way, and he seems to be talking about something.

Probably something about the form.

"Yikes!

"" Yikes!

Now he pulled down the swinging spear once and stuck it out at the same time as the hanging voice.

... Lindy is on the back end opposite Carl, showing a hello poke.

There is no hips in it, and the protruding reach is short because the upper body stays awake as if it were tired or the tip of the ear is braced and the chest is stretched.

The man of her escort knight stands beside her doing nothing.

Well, maybe I'm doing enough to say something.

"Oops!

"" Oops!

Step forward with your outstretched arm shrunk so that you don't move the protruding spear, where you protrude the spear again.

This is the basic instruction for breaking down the opponent's line.

It is said that if spear soldiers lined up in horizontal rows make this move simultaneously, the robust formation will mostly collapse somewhere as well.

I can't help but support this opinion, even for me, because from the front I feel that there is little gap unless even magic and flying tools are used in this move made by the veteran squad.

I stopped my leg and watched the training while listening to the hanging voice for a while, and it was a small pause.

He turned his foot toward the squadron as he clawed his jaw toward the stables to the squadron who was holding Uranus' reins.

Some of my squire admits to what I'm looking for, and he stands up and sends a salute when he says he's on a small pause.

The others who saw it also stood up one after the other and put up wooden spears, saluting twice poking the ground with a stone clash.

I also pull out the hip-slaughtered dragon (Dragon Slayer) and try to stand vertically in front of my face before cutting it off immediately to answer.

This salute for the outdoors looks great, but the most annoying thing is the flaw on the balls.

Any one of them should change.

"Hey you."

The ancient squire who was called by me came running to me in reply to "Ha".

"How are things with those guys?

"I don't care what you say... only that it's year appropriate"

"Right."

I guess so.

"Any opinions from their escort knights on the training content?

There was no particular report from the Value on such matters, but for the time being.

"Opinion or dissatisfaction..."

Sir Diver, Karl's escort knight, didn't seem to have said anything in particular, but Lindy's escort knight, Sir McClane, said he had complained about the run he had made on the first day.

The content, of course, says, "Running is nothing but draining your health. Battering at the heart of battle training makes no sense".

As expected, but it was strange that there was no report from the Value about it.

Did this ancient squire fail to report on Sir McClane's complaint?

No, I must have convinced you somehow.

Otherwise, Lord Lindy and Lord McClane would not have missed the training and would not have failed to report it to the boulder.

I asked because I was interested in how he said it and convinced Sir McClane.

"No, there's one thing I've been thinking about. I'm just saying," All Knights training is based on the instructions of His Excellency the Commander. "

As far as I'm concerned, that's the only way I can convince you to back off.

If that is indeed the case, I will not report it.

For this reason, the words of the ancient shrine squire are equal to saying, "If you have any complaints, tell the leader directly".

This is different from the fact that this ancient attendant abandoned the detailed explanation.

At the very least, in the education in the Knights of the Kingdom received in obtaining the countenance, "the approval of the head of the Knights, who is in charge, should be obtained for the education and training to be given in the Knights".

It is hard to imagine that Sir McClane, who is being asked for the future in the Knights of the Thurm, did not know that.

Therefore, it would be common to interpret it as knowing and dissatisfied.

The reason he says is natural in the auss of this time.

Well, if Sir McClane is also a soldier, he probably thought that what was said and instructed above should be done honestly.

I'm glad it's not a shitty personality that I won't do it until I'm convinced about why I'm doing it.

Such a guy, he wouldn't even be in the Knights of the Land in the first place.