Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Urban State Atroa

A luxurious mansion in a neighborhood close to the Royal Palace, a corner of the city state Atroa… The house bought by Maximilian for large sums of money serves as a substantial base for the authentic Magrad.

In Atroa, where the Chiefs are strong, it was meant that he and his organization have substantial assistance to base themselves in such a place.

"What? You think it's an assassination by my Orthodox Magrad in Queton?

Maximilian, sitting in a lavishly decorated throne-like chair, raised a surprising voice to his men's report.

"Ha! There have been other assassinations in Laslis and Bardoye of leading men who previously refused to cooperate with us."

"Stupid."

Maximilian laughs lightly and drinks up a cup of booze at once.

"I didn't give that kind of instructions. It will be their internal war or their robbery."

"The assassinated, however, ranged from high-ranking military personnel to high-interest loans gaining momentum. You are ambiguous, and all have refused to cooperate with us. There are already messengers from each polis who want to find out the truth about protests and things..."

Exactly. Maximilian's face distorts.

"Say," It's a mistake, not ours, "and duly mislead! Make sure in the meantime."

More than nothing because he himself gave instructions, what could be considered is an outburst of remnants scattered all over the place.

Even though we are putting them together as leaders, we are not able to oversee all the small groups at a distance.

"Damn... the deviant fool did something extra for me"

Friendly with the chief of Atroa, but not necessarily without pressure from the surrounding polis.

Before that happens, we should just detain the executor and hand him over as a thug with nothing to do with Orthodox Magrad.

"If we did that many assassinations, the numbers would be quite good. If there's a group around here that's going to move without my instructions, you'll soon find out."

The remnants are mainly scattered throughout the former Magrad and the Gordonian homeland.

There shouldn't be a lot of people in a group of city states that don't make sense to attack.

"We'll be investigating soon."

My men left early through the door.

"Oh, man, it's not easy to call yourself a mentor."

I wouldn't tell him if his mouth ripped in front of his men, but Maximilian didn't think he could rebuild Magrad, etc.

The country is doomed, the royal family crushed.

What will become of collecting the wreckage now?

"Goldonia and the southern countries are bound to clash. How much value will the tentacles I put on all of Gordonia then?"

Assassination and destruction are just achievements that prove it.

"I guess the rest of the party is on fire for revenge... but I'll use that to move on. Looks like Hoover and the others tried to use me."

Maximilian laughs sarcastically with her mouth slightly raised.

"There's no way you can overthrow a king with such a crude plan in the first place. You were the fool who fought alone in the Magrad War."

When he hips up to replenish the booze he's no longer in the cup, his men, who should have left, jump in.

"My lord! It's important!

"What's the matter, what happened to the investigation?

"Not quite! I just got in touch. We are informed that a group of people who deceive the Orthodox Magrad have raided the council in Gurdiapolis, killed several councillors and set fire to the floor!

"Stupid!! Impossible!!

No matter how many outbursts I said, I couldn't believe such a fool was inside me.

But Maximilian's anger didn't bother him either, and his men rolled and stood at once.

"There are more than ten executioners, all of whom appear to have been killed on the spot."

"Uhn..."

Grudia equals the republican polis, and the council equals the king.

If you put them in your hands, it's no longer a matter of pretending you don't know.

We are no longer in a situation to discuss on this occasion.

I'll discuss the details with the chief.

A loud voice echoes in front of the house as he begins his ordination.

"Lord Maximilian! This is an urgent call from the Chiefs! Immediately!"

The sound of destroying the table sounded.

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Rafen

"I just got a report that it worked."

"Right."

Tristan says that one word and starts reading the book again.

I don't blame Leoporto for not interfering with my work either.

"And it's a spicy hand. You're going to hell."

A voice that doesn't seem to matter while reading a book.

"It was the King's Capital Intelligence Officer who prepared the personnel, and you weren't the original planner yourself?

"I suggested a robbery or assault. You're the one who turned it into a killing, so I can ride a carriage to heaven."

Hum and Leoporto laugh with their noses.

"I suspect the opposite is true halfway through what they've done so far. If we can raise our chances of success slightly, we won't say that 10 or 20 people will die."

Tristan shivers when he's scared, but he doesn't look very serious.

"It's over now, though. Was that the last raid on the Grudia Capitol?

"That's right. It's unnatural to keep slouching after a major incident. You may say this measure is complete."

"I wonder if it will go around well?

"Around. Grudia is a big, core polis in the vicinity. This impact will affect all the polices around us."

"Grudia was critical of Orthodox Magrad. Wouldn't it be strange to be attacked..."

Leoporto does his daily practice as if nothing had happened.

"Atroa, who rents an authentic Magrad and base, will be blamed by the surrounding polices, mainly Gurdia. If you can't stand the pressure and throw Maximilian out, it'll be the best result."

"We need no one to help the Minotaurs who have lost their hideout. But I wonder why Atroa got Magrad's remnants in the first place. Even with a little money, hostile to Goldonia wouldn't fit the cut, though."

Relations between urban states and Goldonia are scarce except for indirect transactions.

Conversely, he could not be particularly resentful and could not have dared to help that hostile force.

"Maybe there are elements we don't know yet. For once... shouldn't we be prepared for the next good?

Leopold nods whether he agrees or not, but he doesn't try to do anything.

Tristan hasn't had a big sigh in a long time.

"Ha... I'll do it, won't I? I wonder when I'll be able to just read a book and live."

With a bump, Tristan began to write a letter to Rebecca in the king's capital.

"Yu, I'll sleep a little till dinner"

Celia returns to her room flustered after her special training in love with me.

I've been working out scattered today, she's been tightening up a lot, but nasty exercise has become a habit and I can't stop.

When I remember, I get excited, so I stroke the butt of the young maid I was holding back beside.

"Oh, my lord... it's an honor"

"May I, Master Hardlett?"

Blessed time has been interrupted by Adolf.

The maid leaves with a gentle tongue.

"... why am I being admired"

"Ha, so what can I do for you?

"We have a quote for a new mansion and a pool."

I see only the last bunch of paperwork Adolf put out before me, because I'm unwilling to see the details.

I look at it once, then rub my eyes and review it again.

"That's an amazing forehead."

"Exactly. By the way, there are 30,000 pieces of development costs to the south, so please refer to them."

The paper says 60,000 gold coins.

"Whatever it takes, it'll be too much"

"I like your wife. This is what happens if you make it the way you said it would. Well, this is the biggest case, and we actually have manpower problems, so we're going to make it little by little."

Speaking of which, Nonna used to call Adolf all the time.

But we also need a new mansion.

"Yes, Rafen's mansion was originally built by the Arkland Lords of the Borders."

The land and manpower were vast because of as much as they could have been, but when I asked Claire the truth, the mansion seemed a little short on the character of the borderline uncle.

"I wish I had a big bed and bath."

Most of the mansion rooms have already been filled with women, and the rooms have come in short supply.

The annex, which surrounds many more women, is also slightly ugly due to repeated additions.

"For once, I seriously estimated the cost because I thought I needed it too. So... will it really be built?

"There are raids like the other day. Let's just make a motherhouse and put it down first. Making the present mansion an annex would be large enough. The problem is the pool."

"I thought so. I have already moved on to the actual plan as far as the motherhouse is concerned.... and the pool?

My dear Nonna will forget everything else, but only the pool is in custody.

Like every day, you say, "I'll teach this kid to swim when he's born," or something.

"I know it will cost money, but compared to this mansion, the error..."

Twenty thousand gold coins.

"Huh?"

Why is the sumptuous Sanya delusional mansion paranoid by Nonna 60,000 and the pool 20,000?

"If you dig the pool properly and solidify it with stone..."

"If you're going to build it on the ground, yes. But you're going to build it in a high place with a nice view."

Nonna was going to.

Adolph slaps the van and the map on his desk.

You seem angry, I'm sorry about my wife.

"The biggest problem is securing water. We can't make it with well water."

I guess so.

"This is the existing waterway that pulls water into town. But this water is also used outside the city walls. Your wife will be furious."

"Well, I don't like swimming in the old water of the people either."

"And there's also the height… this lake, I'll pull the water from here"

Adolph points to a lake.

I know where it is, too.

"You can't, there's a pretty high hill between you and Rafen. You can't make a waterway."

Water will not climb if it is slightly higher, and the surrounding elevations are unlikely to be bypassed by rattling.

"There it is."

What Adolf brought up was a blueprint for a giant stone building.

"Is this... a bridge"

"Yes, but it's not people who carry water, it's people who bring clean water directly to Rafen."

It's magnificent again...... didn't you forget this is Nonna's pool?

You don't need tons of water like an idiot.

"... of course I know. But if you're going to be impotent, don't you want me to have other purposes? Rafen originally assumed a small number of people, so various foundations are fragile. It's dangerous for cities with more than 20,000 inhabitants to rely solely on one water source and well water."

"Hmmm... I hear the water's getting worse lately"

Rafen relies on a single source of water that drew in the creek.

They use it in several parts of the city.

In other words, the water used upstream flows downstream.

"No one just flushes manure as it is, but some drink water upstream and washed and washed downstream. This is not a very good situation."

"Still a single waterway."

"Yes, manpower and cost, but now is the time to think about the future..."

Well, okay.

Nonna would have no problem if she could have a pool too.

"Nice, it's like the mother house of the new mansion and its bridge... you call it a water bridge? You can do whatever you want."

When permission is given, Adolphe takes a seat to jump.

"Thank you. I'll make something that will last until the next generation."

You haven't seen Adolf's relieved face in a long time.

"And the good news is, we're sending students to inspect farmland."

Reports line up sloppily.

"Spring wheat is critical in time for newly developed agricultural land in the southern region. Depending on the summer climate, you can expect significant gains."

"That's good. I knew you'd come in when you spent your money."

"That's not the word of an exchanger, is it?... It's not really a good idea to overflow wheat, but it's starting to stink again. It could be strong to hold food in kind."

By the way, Adolph gets a jit eye.

"It's Miss Gretel's report...... it's always" wow "at the end, do you have any idea?

Shiranai

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For the record.

Home Disturbance Time Returns Winter Federal City of Albens

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Marquis Maraudal himself and the rest of his clan are sitting back in the living room restless.

In a strange tension, the door opened quietly and the old gentleman of the decree quietly walked over to the Marquis.

"I was conceived"

"Finally."

The Marquis leans down to close his eyes and pray.

The birth of his rightful wife Claudia back from White Capital, she would pray that she would be born safely if she were.

"Please don't be born..."

The truth leaked by accident from the people of the clan, but the Marquis will not blame it.

Because he didn't put it in his mouth either, but he felt the same way.

Since Claudia pulled her big belly back to Albens, the clan has become havoc.

The wise Marquis Maraudal had firmly decided to the third in the event of a sudden death of the governor heir, consolidating the clan so that there would be no trace feud.

A portrait of his rightful wife Claudia sprung up down there.

Naturally, scepticism arose about the sudden pregnancy of a woman who had not conceived for nearly twenty years since she was admitted, but the act itself was not unfounded.

No matter how much you consolidate your home, if Claudia, your real wife, could have a son, it would all pull back.

Her home, which she had just given up, has also gained momentum.

Some members of the clan had a hard theory about making it look like an accident and killing them or giving them an abortion, but did you guess that? Her parents sent in maids and servants to call her "to take care of herself".

Claudia's home is also quite a leading family, and if the conspiracy is exposed, it will be a major commotion involving White Capital.

With this happening, I could only hope for an age too late for Claudia's first birth of 37 years old.

"Oh, my God, not even a baby is a man. And the housekeeper for some reason, even if he's a boy..."

That was when the people of the clan eared to the Marquis.

"Humph!

I hear a tremendous roar.

It's a claudia scream that can even be heard through a heavy door.

"Claudia... how did that happen to you?"

Marquis tears even though he was beautiful when he was young.

I can hear butterflies and running down the hallway.

"You're born!

"A man!" "Are you healthy!?

Those in the clan speak up with obvious opposite expectations.

"I'm fine...... it's in the boy!

I hear voices from the door open at the same time as the words of the servant.

"Ho ho ho ho! We did it! I did it, my love!

"Ma'am, you must not move around yet!

"I was born! I gave birth to him! Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho!

"Ma'am, you're still bleeding! Don't jump on the bed!

"Ok, ok, ok!"

Disappointing drop shoulders together.

The Marquis turns to Claudia as his father's duty.

"You were born."

"Ugh, um..."

The face leaves Claudia in the shadow.

But nothing resembles the Marquis.

"That's a lot of... delicacies."

"He looks like his father."

"Well, I'm a little confident, too, but this kid's big again."

You're tired of giving birth. Touch the baby in front of a faceless Claudia.

The baby grabbed the Marquis's finger as he cried vigorously with Ogaoga.

"Mm, mmm..."

Originally, he is not an outrageous man.

I like kids and I'm nice to women.

I once really loved Claudia.

All merciless deeds were about the house.

My beloved has gained weight, but there is no way the babies that leave their previous shadows are not cute.

"That's cute."

He's the heir to the Maraudal family.

If you do that, it will definitely be a home riot.

But still...

The baby crying in his arms, the Marquis' heart was shaking.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlett, 23, spring.

Status Friends of Dwarf, King of Mount Big Lords and Eastern Borders of the Kingdom of Goldonia

158000 inhabitants Important cities Rafen 23000 Lintblum 4000

7,000 private troops.

Infantry 4000 cavalry 1000 archers 1000 bow cavalry 1000

15 cannons.

3,000 reserve officers

12300 Property Gold Coins New Mansion/Motherhouse Only (30000) Water Bridge (20000)

198 experience, 44 children who gave birth.