Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Rafen Suburbs

"Shoot me!

Ten-men artillery sprays fire simultaneously, shattering the purposefully assembled bamboo.

"Next... shoot -!

Another ten gates in a row erupt the fire.

"Most Squad, Hit Three! Second squad, hit five!

At the same time as the report, there is cheer from the second squad, but the most regrettable voice leaks from the squad.

"Squad Two adds booze to today's meal!

Celia screamed and got an even louder cheer from Squad Two.

What is taking place in front of us is the training of private soldiers.

We have listened to Leoporto and Myra's suggestions and there has been massive training.

"Instead of listening to me, I told him to push only Junko after he had set the date."

Further recalling, the last judge also had Celia. I didn't do anything.

"Form a line against the cavalry. Change formation. Form an offensive formation."

Long spears, bowguns, and infantry with swords are severely replaced.

"Slow. Shorten it another thirty seconds."

Leoporto says without changing his expression.

My private soldiers have plenty of experience because they are at war all the time compared to other lords, but still daily training is essential.

It is particularly important to give the artillery corps the opportunity to train.

Cannons are dangerous to break if you shoot them in training, and gunpowder is not cheap.

Still, if you don't let them shoot you once in a while, the soldiers won't get used to the cannon and will be confused in action.

"Assault!

The cavalry storms as the gunfire makes an unbeatable noise.

While not slowing down, he rushes through the target made of cloth and wood with a spear.

It's spectacular in the distance, but if you look at it better, there are a few people who lost their spears or bumped into each other and fell off horses.

"A fallen fool is training until the sun changes!

Myra screams, screaming and mocking intersect.

"Wahaha! We're gonna blow it!"

"Geez!

"Ugh!

Irijina is training her heavy cavalry opponents in personal combat moves

I'm flashly blowing up soldiers with a spear for exercises with a rounded tip...... will it be okay?

"Change course to the right and keep going straight, don't disturb the line"

Luna's instructions move the line of bow cavalry.

They freely use horses and bows in their lives and hunting, so they require little equestrian or bow training.

All we need is training to line up and act as a group.

Finding foxes and deer, even during the march, openly shows you nodding.

"Porch, turn right"

There's a strange cavalry inside.

Pipi on a big lizard. It's uncomfortable.

"It's too strange to be quick."

Porch runs on all fours, but its speed is no less than that of the horses around him.

But the line is disturbed because the horses around them threaten to take a distance.

It still seems impossible to mix lizards with cavalry.

Hmm? My foot suddenly stopped...... oh messerschmidt fell.

That wasting dog is really useless.

He hangs with a sleepy face in his pocket.

"Look, look at the missing face in between. It's like Tristan."

"... that's not what you're going to tell me."

When I say that to Tristan, who was next door, he exhales a long sigh.

"Except when I'm not motivated, I'm motivated. Is it better than that?

Tristan moves his gaze with chills. Milkula, the watchman, of course.

"Our military surveillance is royal life. You can't interfere."

Milkura stretches her little body to the fullest extent possible, she had been taking a little note from earlier.

"How many cannons and how skilled the bow cavalry are, it'll all be broken, okay?

If Mirkula were to stay in my mansion, they would know.

It's not a very good idea to hide it, but I feel that hiding it poorly is likely to incite distrust.

"Well, the key is operations, so about the number of weapons, that's fine."

Tristan doesn't seem to care that much either.

"Where does that cannon usually serve?

"The third arsenal is half underground and we're putting it in there. If a spy works on a cannon, it's a hassle, so we keep our guards tight."

I see. Mirkula is taking notes again.

"... so I don't even think I need to tell you from myself"

Did you say something, Tristan?

"You have a lot of brilliant physique horses. Reproduction in the territory?

"I have porn horses all year round that I only seed because I can only shake my hips except during the war. Most of his children are going to take it."

He exhales when he slaps Schwartz's belly with his leg as he says.

I don't want you to tell me. We're gonna strangle you.

"Hmm."

Mirkula moved a little with Celia, Leoporto and Myra at first to hear it, but ended up coming back to me. I saw that she wanted to be my woman, too.

"No, it's because you have the lightest mouth and you talk verabella about everything. Oh... I guess I'll be mad at Myra later"

I don't know what else to do. Because Mirkula is cute to take notes with a serious face.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?

"If that's what you can answer."

Mirkula looks at this one with a strange face.

"Can you tell me your name?

Her face slightly distorts.

"As we first named it, Milkula?

I jump off Schwartz and get closer to Milkula.

"I want to know your own name, not your own."

"I also call you Sir Hardlett. Isn't your last name all right?"

I'm getting closer to her.

"Aren't you friends with me and you? It's better to call each other by name."

Soldiers around begin to whisper blurry.

"I knew you had your hands on Lord..."

"I guess so, lord. It doesn't matter if you're Wang Du's watchman."

"There's a lord's thing in that little body... was it okay?

Wrinkles lean between Mirkula's eyebrows.

"Don't say anything strange because you make unwanted mistakes!

Angry faces are adorable too.

"Then tell me your first name"

"I refuse! I'll compile the materials so I can go back to my room once!

He left to run away.

"Tristan, let me give you a job."

"I only have a bad feeling about it, but what?

It's an important job, failure is unacceptable.

"Poke her name out. The sooner, the better."

"... I really don't have any more words"

Sighing, Tristan got to work... and easily identified her name.

A few days later.

"Good Morning"

Mirkula visited the living room during the group after breakfast.

"Oh, good morning"

I also returned my greetings and suggested tea, but I'm dismissed.

Is it because Myra and Celia still look disgusted by this?

"I'd like to take a look around the interior security today, would you? It's a royal decree, but I wanted to confirm it."

"Thank you for your service. My husband is still eating, so can we talk about work later?

Nonna is polite on the surface, but she pushes her way out.

But it wasn't supposed to be. Mirkula vaguely returned it to Nonna and was waiting for my reply.

"... mmm" "... mmm"

The pressure on Myra and Celia has also increased and it's a sinister mood.

"This meat soup is good! I can't wait to see what you're doing! Whoa, I spilled a little bit!

(Ahhh!!

Irigina and Casey are doing something, but let's leave them alone.

I'm on your side of the family, of course, but I don't want Mirkula to get in the way either.

Let's soothe one atmosphere here.

"You can look at it as you like. Aren't you with me, Petite Cherry?"

"Ho!?

Odd sounds and Celia and the others look strange.

"Pussy......? Dear Agil?"

"Suddenly what?

"Wahaha! If I spill it, I need to wipe it properly!

(Uh, wipe your head with a dirty cloth towel!

The source of the odd voice was Milkura - no, it was petite cherry.

Her real name is [Petite Cherry Mirkula] It sounds like a cute name that suits her very well.

"Duh, where did you get my name... even though the personal information of the intelligence officer is subject to secrecy!

"Really? Well, there's no such thing as a name."

According to Tristan, Rebecca was happy to tell me.

"So from now on, can I call you Petite Cherry?

"It won't be good!

How can it be so red? It's like a little cherry, isn't it?

"Petite cherry......? I see, Lord Petite Cherry."

Every time Myra repeated her name, Petite Cherry's face became even more red.

"You're Mr. Petite Cherry. I think that's a good name."

Celia also praises him with a full grin.

"Oh, sweetie."

That's a good name.

"Ugh, I remember."

This meat is delicious.

Seems to like Mel, Maria and Melissa too.

Although Claudia only sees meat.

"Guru...... excuse me!

For some reason, Petite Cherry left the room in tears.

It seems to have pissed me off.

I rush after her.

"Wait, why are you mad at me?

"Isn't that obvious! Keep this humiliation...... you must be making a fool of yourself anyway!?

I don't know what to make of it. Didn't I just call you by name?

Did they think I called my name to mock her?

Because it's sad, and I have to make it up to you as a man.

"Petite cherries!"

"Do you still say it!

I look back and hold her tight.

Resist, but the back length and force are too different, so it's not a big problem.

"I called you by name because I wanted to be better friends with you."

"Please let go, I'm a watchman! You're not allowed to do harm!

She rambles wildly in her arms. But if we let it go here, it'll get more and more awkward.

"I'm not going to make fun of your name. I think it's a pretty, beautiful good name. It's true."

"Kuh, it's painful! What an idiot... Ugg..."

I won't stop her from resisting, but I will continue with a stronger embrace.

"In my role, I also know I'm going to bump into everyone. Still, I want you to know that Rafen isn't just an enemy. I'm on your side... not your enemy."

"Ok... my breath... agu..."

The resistance becomes a little weaker. It's working.

"I want to get to know you better. I love women so much... it's hard for beauties to hate me"

I'm almost out of resistance, and she leans on me.

Another breath.

"We'll cooperate with your investigation as best we can, so let's get along. If it's all right, one shot at the mark of reconciliation..."

I don't have too many reactions, so I drop my gaze a little and see.

"Cucumber"

……

Looks like he hugged me too much and threw it off. I was obsessed with persuasion and overpowered.

I checked her breath, made sure no one was around, and then I took her into the bedroom.

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Rural near Vandra

A rural area close to the capital, Vandra.

This village, which can also be said to be of existential significance only by sending wheat for the capital, is surrounded by soldiers who reach 10,000 on both sides.

"Queen Wilhelmina, you're here!

The ruling lord of the village was also thrown out into the open, and his mansion had gathered more than a dozen people… Wilhelmina and Zaphnes, as well as the top executives on the Vandrea side.

It was this small village close to the current front that set the stage for peace negotiations.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Vandrea, be the first to see you"

Wilhelmina politely greets Vandrea's top executives in front.

There was nothing intimidating against the backdrop of a favourable war situation in that attitude, and there was no sharpness in concealing the cutters.

The face is tense to tension and it is obvious to everyone's eyes that they are not used to places such as exhaling loudly to release it from time to time.

"Come here."

"Hiya!

Vandrea's minister recommends a seat to Wilhelmina, who was wondering where to sit.

Respond with a rushed high voice, cough to fix it, and then sit down.

Next to it, a big man in a dress sits silently, and further next to it, a good man sits in an attitude that he can afford.

"I am the representative of Vandrea - your country and my country are currently in an unfortunate state. I understand that all of the blame lies with you, but this time we want to have a meaningful discussion, not a dispute about it"

"Yes!

Wilhelmina rushes to take the hand offered by Vandrea's representative.

If you look at that sight, you won't think that Wilhelmina's side is the invader in the end.

"Hey, are you sure that I'm the ruler of Altair? Isn't that fake?

"Confirmation is taken. I'm pretty sure she's in Queen Wilhelmina..."

Faces on Vandrea's side dive their voices and say.

"Then let's make peace quickly!

"Your Majesty, we must first pack the terms"

Yu Man politely praises Wilhelmina and begins negotiations with the Vandrea side.

"He wants to make peace. I didn't expect it to look overt. It's in our favor..."

"Totally amateur."

Diplomatic negotiations hide their own bellies and force their opponents to make the biggest concessions.

In a word of Wilhelmina, it became clear that her side intended to make peace at any cost in this negotiation. If this happens, the Vandrea side will see that it's okay to put out a few tough conditions.

"Uh... okay. What can I do..."

"Stand aside as queen."

Big man - Wilhelmina flattered by Zaphnes.

"I told the delegates to come out, so I got all these escorts on alert..."

"Maybe he hadn't thought deeply about it in that way"

There is no direct face to face by the Supreme Leader in peace negotiations between the two countries, which are usually in wartime.

Even if it does, it stays to the extent of the last greeting.

It was natural to be alert to the assassination for being asked to do so from the outset, but seeing Wilhelmina's attitude relieves the Vandrea side of the tension a little bit.

Even then Wilhelmina panicked if the negotiations overheated and repeated her humane action of overjoying if one condition came together......

"No, Your Majesty's reaction is fresh,"

"Oh, is that right? I'm still a freshman queen. Huh..."

Even sarcasm makes me laugh.

"Puppet."

The word floats in the back of everyone's brain on the Vandrea side.

Whatever you think, you didn't think she took Porpo's throne, overthrew Altair, and drove us this far.

It's about who's manipulating it.

The candidate will be either of the two people sitting beside her.

Zaphnes, who just sits silently and flatters Wilhelmina from time to time, looks like just a caretaker.

Then it was easy to speculate that it was the other person actively pursuing the negotiations.

"I see, then this condition is absolutely conceded... Hmm. I see."

"Yeah, on the contrary, this condition doesn't matter to us. I guess we can make concessions."

The Vandrea side and the Young Man have a meaningful laugh at each other, but it would have been the Vandrea side who really wanted to laugh a lot.

(This man is incompetent)

All who took their seats were so sure.

"Hmm, this is pretty tough. But let's just say we give up here."

"It's not that easy to pull this one off either. You have to drink this at all costs. There's no agreement."

I recommend negotiating with a big attitude, but I have no vision, no imagination.

I know you're going through tough negotiations, but in fact, I didn't care. I was bound by all the good conditions, and in a really important part, I was conceding everything.

The negotiator on Vandrea's side soon noticed it too and was guiding the honorable man to good.

"It's amazing. I'm glad you're here."

"Ha ha, my loyalty to Your Majesty."

Wilhelmina's support was also at a disadvantage to the negotiations on a good note.

Because it gives me a full picture of where I'm being held.

Furthermore, Wilhelmina looks at the bargaining good man like he was floating in heat and blushes when his eyes meet.

Everyone's eyes found that I wasn't just looking at you as a subordinate.

"I see... you took away the fool with the affection of a man and a woman"

"I guess the big guy next door doesn't know if he's an escort and caregiver, or if it's hard"

(This is terrible)

I don't speak to voices, but that was the common perception on Vandrea's part.

They envisioned tough negotiations with the arrogant invaders, clapping them out a little.

But it's a delightful miscalculation for them.

Negotiations continue so smoothly that I don't think both countries are at war.

Then suddenly, Wilhelmina stands up and stops by the window.

Everyone's eyes are drawn to her.

"I'm sorry. I saw the white fox's father and son..."

She gives her tongue out in embarrassment...... it was then.

Loud bursting noises and shocks strike everyone.

More smoke and no vision at all.

"Wow!

"Hey, what! What happened!

"Representative! Protect the delegates!!

The soothing atmosphere blows away in an instant and the anger crosses.

The window opens and gradually the vision returns.

At the same time, soldiers jump in haste.

There were countless bodies there - not scattered.

"Are the delegates safe!?

"Ugh, um. I just cut my forehead a little. It doesn't matter."

"There's no fire, is there?

I'm pretty sure something burst, but it didn't seem to have much power, to the extent that a few people suffered a scratch.

"Oh... no..."

But there was only one man who didn't.

Wilhelmina walks in flirtatious footsteps.

"No...... hey!!

I guess he was right after the explosion. A good man who had been negotiating had collapsed in bloodstain.

"Ah... ah..."

My legs are chopped a thousand times, my stomach is torn and my guts are popping out.

Wilhelmina clings to a man who can't even speak at the earliest.

The outfit gets wet in blood.

"Are you hurt by His Majesty Wilhelmina..."

"Marco! Don't die, Marco! I don't like this!!

Not answering the voices on Vandrea's side, Wilhelmina hugs the bloody man and cries.

"... sounds like it's not their conspiracy"

"Yes."

The representative says so, and others agree.

Looking at Wilhelmina, it was obvious that she didn't because she set it up, and I didn't think she was smart enough to tour the plot in the first place.

"Your Majesty, this place is dangerous. Let's pull it off early."

Zaphnes pulls her hand but she shakes her head hard.

"Yes, please call a doctor! Marco... Marco...!

Zaphnes sends his gaze to Vandrea's side without saying anything.

"Get him a doctor. Just the shape."

"Ha..."

It was already obvious to anyone's eyes that it would not help.

Naturally, the peace negotiations were suspended, but it was also decided to continue the complete ceasefire until the next negotiations, in order to confirm to each other that this explosion was an intervention by a third party that would not come close to both sides and to make every effort to find out the truth.

Wilhelmina signs the provisional agreement document as she continues to cry.

"This negotiation ended in a sincerely disingenuous outcome… at least a ceasefire has been reached. You'll find our true enemy by the next negotiation."

Vandrea's representative says with a complicated face.

"Gusu... Yes..."

Wilhelmina shakes hands with her trembling hands as she sobs.

Vandrea's soldiers, who were supposed to have been invaded, also look indescribable.

Originally Wilhelmina is supposed to be the biggest suspect, but no one sees her attitude and thinks so.

Rather, it was a sad way to even think that we were bad enough to be in charge of preparing and guarding the meeting place.

No one thought Marco was just one of her loyal men anymore.

"Gusu... then please"

Wilhelmina embarks on a carriage back to her formation, supported by Zaphnes.

I didn't know you were going to comfort the king of invaders.

Rep. says bitterly.

"Not at all. But now that peace has been achieved, it will not come again."

I really don't care about Wilhelmina's grief or anything.

If this would lead to the prosperity of my country, it was to be welcomed.

"But you can't throw away the sabotage. Got the details?

"Yes, there was gunpowder under that man's chair that said Marco or something... presumably the pottery was placed"

My men go on.

"Small in size and power, even wooden floors are almost alive... I would hardly have thought of killing anyone but that guy I was most recently with"

Delegates tilt their necks.

"I don't know... there's no point in them doing it. Instead, they're going to suspect it."

"Isn't that what you're after?

But the delegate shook his head.

"That would be pointless. We're at war, aren't we? If you declare war on a do-it-yourself, it's not until the king puts himself at risk to an already invading opponent."

Always be silent.

"It's still natural to think of peace as an intervention by a third party who doesn't want it. Did you wash out whoever came in and out during the negotiations?

"Ha, I washed everything out. But before entering the room, I'm strictly checking. I don't think they can hold on to gunpowder or anything..."

Exactly. The security in the room with the two top leaders was tight.

"No, I might have had to make it less powerful to hide it and bring it in. You didn't even check the hole in your body, it's not impossible to steal your eyes and sneak them under your chair."

"Okay. Then we will investigate everything from kinship to friendship."

That's what my men say and leave the room.

"Either way, we're lucky the next negotiator is that queen or this one"

The delegate gave him a nibble and smiled, where he coughed up one and drank water.

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In the carriage

"Although it was good because my belly tore well, it would have been a hassle if I had helped. I should've used the big one again."

There's not even another drop of tear in Wilhelmina's eyes.

Feet faceless and complain about Zaphnes.

"... don't be impotent. Is there anything thicker in there?"

It was on the Wilhelmina side that gunpowder - precisely gunpowder and igniters in ceramics - was brought into the meeting venue.

The haulier is still a little hip floating in Zaphnes.

"Well, that's enough. But even if it's good that Marco died, none of them did, right?

Wilhelmina gives Zaphnes a glass without answering.

"The story starts with a toast. I don't want you to rest."

"Ha..."

Zaphnes and Wilhelmina drink up the glass at once.

"Gee ho! Goho! What the fuck is this!? I can burn my stomach!

"... don't panic. It's a flame pox medicine, take it all."

Zaphnes drinks down the liquid he's about to spit out and says dissatisfied.

"Is that an example drug? But I got sick. I can't remember."

"It is. Me and you, everyone in that room."

No way. Zaphnes removes the glass.

"Marco had flame pox disease. Before the symptoms still appeared...... if I touched the blood directly, I would get sick. Experimented."

My legs blew up, and Marco's blood, with a torn belly, was splattered all over the room.

Furthermore, Wilhelmina stuck to Marco and wet his whole body with his blood.

I made contact with Vandrea's leaders while I was there.

"But how could... the sick be kept in seclusion..."

I put the sick man's blood in his diet.

Wilhelmina puts her face against the bitter medicine before putting the cup back in.

"It's hard to get a full screen of instruction, so I decided to get flame pox disease to do it"

Wilhelmina continues before stiff zaphnes.

"All I have to do is cry down for a week or so later. This is the first time I've ever cried, but I'll use my out-of-the-box health... and the plague shouldn't spread to me, so burn Marco's body there properly. I'll kill you and use you because I'm preparing someone who looks like you for a national funeral."

Wilhelmina opens the carriage window as she begins to weep again without any eye drops to finish.

The guard soldier who saw her cry swore allegiance to her with a sad face, and she also waved a smile in tears again.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 24, autumn.

Status Legend of the Border of the Kingdom of Goldonia Mount Big Lords and Eastern Great Lords Friends of Dwarves Friends of King Ares Heroes of Dragon Killing

Elf's intermediary, Sex King of White Capital.

Subordinates

Celia (Laughs) Myra (Laughs) Petite Cherry (Former Milk Coola) Pipi (Lizard Rider)

187,000 inhabitants, 24,000 refugees.

33000 in important cities Rafen 5500 in Lintblum 13000 in special pioneering districts

9350 troops.

Infantry 6500 Cavalry 1000 Archers 1000 Bow Cavalry 500 Artillery 350

40 artillery, 20 large artillery, 16 dwarf artillery, 30 tanks.

2200 Southern Troopers

Refugee Security (Light Infantry) 2200

Other

2,500 reserve officers, 200 security forces.

Property Gold Coins 15000 Armament Enhancement (500) Massive Training (600)

555 Experience 66 + 555 children given birth