Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

Royal Palace of Gordonia, Wangdu

Nothing in particular happened for some time after Claire's case was cleared up.

Leopold and Adolph worked hard, but as usual, there was a call to the King's Capital where they thought it would be a trip with Nonna in peace.

The call was in the king's name, but in fact, Kenneth sent me out to schedule a meeting with Southern Euglia, so he wants to talk to me about it too.

Furthermore, Kenneth had darkly smelled in the call-in that 'we all have to do something about it because the king is unwilling'.

I pulled Tristan, who was lazy because it wouldn't do anything for me to be careful though.

You can handle it if you say you've brought the territorial home affairs officer to practice.

Nonna was the only other companion who told me to take her this time.

"Mmmm... mmm..."

The nonna is staring at me with a grumpy voice.

The milk that was pushing up the dress was shaking.

"Oh, boy."

Tristan is messing with her collar painfully as she makes a frightened voice.

"I don't like these places and clothes... can I take my tie off and open two collar buttons?

"If I do, I'll hit you."

Tristan says so in a sigh, staring at Celia for a deeper sigh.

"My concubine hasn't visited the royal palace in hundreds of years either. But, well, the palace became a poor minister."

About half of Nonna's grumpy is her...... I guess Brunhilde was ahead of Goldonia.

The other half, by the way, is that the trip crumbled. 'I went with Claire,' she said of her stupidity all along the road.

"Here."

Hundreds of years can be said to be vampires.

I'm just sorry if I found out you brought a vampire into the royal palace.

You won't be noticed, but you usually walk under the sun.

Ordinary vampires burn and become ashes when exposed to the sun.

I had asked him why he was fine and if he had anything to do with Lucy, who was fine as well, but he didn't answer.

"I know. I'm not going to push you."

Brunhilde says so and puts his head on my arm.

"Mmmm...... Mmmm!

Nonna gets even more grumpy, but there's no reason to make a scene in the royal palace waiting room, so I can only shake my chest while moving my jittery feet.

Celia, who was about to lose it, caned her cheeks like she was unwilling to watch her chest move.

I'll take another look at Brunhilde's outfit.

It's a black dress that's going to suck in. Between the gloves and the short sleeves, Brunhilde's bright white skin peeps from her ankles, slightly open chest and four places on her rather open back.

It's a completely heterogeneous white compared to Nonna, who should be careful not to burn to the sun.

You can call it a pathological color.

"Well, he's already dead."

Brunhilde telling me to tear it up.

Although the black dress itself is nothing short of flashy, it looks no less than a nonna dress tailored at great cost.

There is no sparkling shine characteristic of the new, but the perfectly cared for dress had a decades-long and carefully used historical furniture-like beauty.

Above all, there is so much integration with Brunhilde's small body.

Honestly, can you say I'm more familiar with the royal palace than Nonna?

Now if I had milk, I'd be invincible.

"Shut up."

"Gu."

Brunhilde steps on me with a pom.

Nonna fixes her mood a little and snaps at me, and Celia smiles at herself and Brunhilde's breasts, too.

Tristan breathes relief in a slightly soothing atmosphere... Hey, Tristan's is sleeping.

"I'll wake you up."

Celia thinks out Tristan's thick crotch in the shape of a ghost.

That would be the decision you can't make to kick ass in the royal palace, but the pain may be up here.

"Ngu!!

Tristan jumps up and screams, but Celia was blocking her mouth with a towel to see if it was within the assumption.

It's like they're even gonna kidnap you.

"It's already... in the royal palace, but really... Master Agil? Is it hot in here?

Nonna smiles at the sight but tilts her neck when she sees me sweating.

"No, I'm not. Never mind."

I won't stop sweating as I say it.

I tried to force myself to laugh, but my smile caught my eye.

I stopped by Celia when I saw it.

"If you're going to wash your hands, it's a long way from here, so we have to go early."

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna leak it."

"What about me? No way, Celia."

"Chi, no! That was an accident! The floor is too polished for a fallen clap... Yes, I told you not to tell me!

Brunhilde turns that way as Nonna and Celia make a scene.

The cause of the cold sweat is' Poom ', which was stepped on by her earlier.

I couldn't imagine it coming from a light noise, but it was a shock like being slapped with a hammer.

Besides, I've only caught my pinky finger accurately.

"It's a punishment for insulting my concubine. Suffer but be good."

With that said, Brunhilde will keep his weight from me.

"The Royal Palace is a nest of monsters at all times. Because you are oblivious to the plot... well, leave it to the concubine. Kill everyone on the field if you have to."

"Don't do it, okay? Never do it."

I'm not kidding because Brunhilde is going to be able to do it if he means it.

"Then it won't be a dangerous thing to look at."

Brunhilde stands up at the end of the story.

"Sora, you're coming."

A few seconds after her words, a heavy door opens and permits her to enter the room.

……

Brunhilde walked off with a small body in suspicious gaze.

"Ugh..."

"What a woman."

Nonna is retarded in front of Brunhilde, who is small but combines nobility and majesty.

I'll have to follow up with you later.

The seats at the meeting are divided between the Goldonian side and the southern Eugenian side on the left and right side of the table, and I naturally sit on the Goldonian side. Celia and Tristan sit next to me.

Nonna and Brunhilde had been guided to another table where an entourage not involved in practice sat.

Next door opposite is Kenneth and other officials sitting, and in the center the king sits a step higher but seems unmotivated.

And behind the king is a box of steel as if it were a mobile prison...... do you bring this anywhere?

"Let's start the discussion."

At the same time Kenneth turns off the fire, both sides arrange the paperwork on the table.

The only people who don't show movement are me and the king, and one wearing a hood sitting on the last seat on the southern Eugenian side.

"That's disrespectful..."

As Celia said, I'm neglectful of courtesy, but I know it's just not a good idea to wear a hood in this place.

Naturally, the officials also turn their eyes to blame, but no one on the southern Eugenian side pays attention to him.

Finally Kenneth, who cut the paralysis, opens his mouth.

"With all due respect, isn't it rude or rude to be in front of His Majesty?

Warn with only a warm tone but a clear voice.

The voice answering it was also a beautiful voice passing warmly and well.

"This is outrageous disrespect. I didn't want to see your face outside."

When the hood is removed, the long dark hair that seems to be on the floor overflows.

My hair shakes like a black jewel and at the same time it smells good to me.

It doesn't smell like fruit or incense. It smells like a good woman.

"Ugh!?

"What!?

"Ooh..."

Surprising voices rise from the Goldonian side.

Naturally, too.

You can't even look at her beauty wrong.

She was Wilhelmina I, the empress who unified southern Euglia.

The servants who refrain from doing so are also confused.

If the other Führer is here, all the seats will be arranged differently.

"I didn't know you were here. You don't have to worry about me."

Wilhelmina rises from the last seat and walks slowly toward the seat where the representative of the apostle, who was ever considered the highest, sits, is closer to the king.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor"

The delegate stands up to jump and pulls the chair, making sure Wilhelmina sits back.

There is no slight cloudiness in the movement. I guess I'm heartbroken by her and I swear allegiance.

"I'll see you first. Sire Alexandro, I beg your pardon for your sudden disrespect."

Neither can the king hide his just stunned expression on Wilhelmina, who gives thanks with a grin and a smile.

"Well, um... I'll let you know beforehand, but it's polite, but I think this might clear things up faster."

"Yeah, exactly. The dispute has never been resolved quickly."

Exactly. The king regains his calm after a moment of agitation.

But Kenneth and the others seem rather confused by the unexpected.

"You've been brilliantly constrained. I wonder if the war is a defeat."

Tristan says blush.

This guy just doesn't get upset.

Of course I'm not in any hurry either.

……

That's when Wilhelmina looks at me and smiles and bows her head down small.

I meant to know that clashes with her were inevitable, but what a beauty.

Very unlikely to be directed at hostility or anything.

"Yep... why not"

I smiled back unexpectedly and Tristan gave me a strange voice.

But Wilhelmina turns back to the king without responding to my smile.

"Then let's get to the point, Your Majesty Alexandro. I think we should skip this futile argument more than we are here."

"... um, right. I'm not going to waste any more time."

Kenneth looks bitter.

Naturally, as it is, you decide to talk over your head.

"No, the most important thing to worry about is Uncle Borderline, right?

That's what I was saying.

"The accidental collision ahead was a stupid subordinate rampage... which was totally unintentional even for me. I offer my condolences to the soldiers and people of your country who died in the unfortunate battle."

Wilhelmina closes her eyes and bows her head small.

It's definitely just supposed to be before it's built, but I can't see a lie in its appearance.

"Of course words won't fit alone. Survivors and lords will also be compensated accordingly. Please understand that we only want peaceful coexistence with your country."

Now I salute the king, and I salute him to me.

"The first bad people are mostly bad."

Tristan is whispering and bumping and saying something that only I can hear.

"Your Majesty"

There, Rebecca, the intelligence officer, sneaks in and approaches the king.

The king takes a good look at her, but no matter what he sees, it's not a favorable look.

Rebecca's position doesn't seem to be cheap anymore either.

Still, I guess the king listened to Rebecca's words.

I laugh at Wilhelmina after I finish listening.

But the laugh is never friendly and loving.

It was rather an offensive grin close to ridicule.

- His Majesty Wilhelmina.

"Yes, what is it?

Wilhelmina takes it only without breaking her dazzling expression.

"There were reports of nearly 100,000 soldiers assembling at the border between Liberties and our country that your country ate and killed. Isn't this a different story from earlier peaceful coexistence?

The conference hall grows. No, only the Goldonian side, to be exact.

Those on the southern Eugenian side have not uttered a word. It's like a stone statue.

"There must be nothing to talk about. Peace is what is brought about when mutual power antagonizes each other."

Only Wilhelmina's grin sharpens her eyes as it is.

"If you don't need coexistence, it's perfect peace to kill all around you and be alone, though."

Tristan says something again.

"Well, is that what you're saying you're already on par with the rest?

The king also looks back at Wilhelmina.

"No way. We're on par with the big country of Goldonia… all we want is smooth governance in the south of the Central Plains, that's all."

"I wonder"

Wilhelmina diverts attention from the king.

"Then the Eugrian Empire would be fine, wouldn't it? You don't need the south."

I don't know what I can do to tell you, Tristan.

"But even if it doesn't extend to Gordonia, we can have about 100,000 soldiers in our country."

Wilhelmina, who smiled again, and the king, who had not already laughed, stare at him.

"You're saying if you fight, it's gonna be a long fight. They don't expect me to be motivated."

I guess Tristan is right.

Kenneth listens to nothing on the surface, but the officials around him look bitter.

Eirich rushes to take his seat there.

I guess I wasn't called because I didn't think this would happen since the first day of the negotiations.

If this is going to happen to me too, I should have brought Leopold.

No, is that the other way around endangering the territory?

It would be like an ambush and havoc, for example, in the battle.

Wilhelmina seems to love surprise attacks.

"I see... but wouldn't it be a war if the rest were on your side here?

The twirl leaks again.

But there is no rush for Wilhelmina of the day.

"Now what do you think? You must know about the loyalty of our army. If I were harmed... there would be an impossible muddy battle for years to come."

Wilhelmina sees Eirich, who has just taken his seat.

You've often found out he's in charge of the military.

"We are not His Majesty's true enemies."

There is a visible change in the king's expression.

"Wow, I know. You're scary."

It's a nervousness that makes even Tristan's extended voice sound meaningful.

Wilhelmina laughs all the time where the air stretches to its limits.

"- Heh heh, and there's only one more brilliant out there, even if I can handle it that's not talented and stupid. It's just a joke, a joke."

I feel the air slowing down.

"... well, I don't intend to deal with your country. I'm not going to get used to peaceful coexistence or anything, but if I don't get my hands on my territory, sometimes I dare to fight."

The king calls back deep into the chair with one cough.

But it was also a while ago that we all thought we had gone beyond the training grounds.

"Of course I think the same thing. But there's a prick that's jeopardizing relations between the two countries."

Wilhelmina fingers the map with her beautiful fingertips.

That's not my territory - it's an occupied territory centered around Kissat, which set the stage for a clash.

"This area remains tentatively occupied by your country, the land of the former Vandrea… there have been subsequent variations of Mount Dart and they have been left without arrangements"

Indeed, just after the occupation, the mountains erupted into flames and were no longer there.

I haven't had time to negotiate with Vandrea after the plague and I haven't made him officially recognise it as a territory.

And now Vandrea is gone.

"This land has long been the land of Vandrea. Now the country is part of us, but the people remain the same. There will also be attachments to the land, or relatives living there."

Everyone's gazing at me with Wilhelmina.

Tristan looks difficult and drinks tea. Something you can say if you don't want to go down at times like this.

"The runaway commander was also born in the land again. I do not intend to dilute the sins of him, but he will remain a scourge in the future."

Wilhelmina's eyes open wide.

I felt sucked into my bright green eyes.

"It's a place with no borders for your country… but it's an important place for us. Could you please give it back? Could you return our land and our people...

I feel a weak plea but tremendous pressure.

I unwittingly shake my neck vertically at the beauty of Wilhelmina, who looks at me directly in front of me.

Of course I know I can't snort.

……

Me and Wilhelmina's gaze continues for a while, and just before I surrender, she turns to the king.

"Of course I'm not asking you to just give back the land you've occupied by bleeding. Several times the amount of compensation for the collision...... no, we want to pay dozens of times the consideration to buy it out. Lord Lord Hardlett, and also to the Kingdom of Goldonia."

"Ah... this is not who Uncle Borderline enemies with his mouth"

In an instant, he switched the subject of negotiations from me to the king, from intimidating the way, from pleading to buying.

Tristan's right, you're not the one I can negotiate with.

For what I'm hearing from Claire, Southern Euglia has received considerable investment, mainly in Stura merchants.

The funds would be quite luxurious, but I still don't think I'd want to be against Goldonia.

I don't think I can have enough foreheads just to round up the king.

"The occupied territories were won by Hardlett. It's not a good idea to talk."

Advice, the King's reaction is faint.

But if I can stare at you with those eyes again, I'm going to fall.

Shall I touch and neutralize even Tristan's ass?

... How can you let go of the chair? Did you get that?

Wilhelmina smiles and rises when she confirms that the reaction between me and the king is not favorable.

"Shall we set aside a moment? It's a good opportunity. Have your offerings."

Wilhelmina orders his men to bring out something strange.

It looks like a branch of a decaying tree with no seemingly strange philosophy, but it would not be so if it were a offering.

Size is about my arm. What the hell is it?

"What's that?

The king also dives his eyebrows in surprise.

"This is incense. We ask if we can find a very rare substitute of this size that can only be picked in the wetlands of the northern shore of Terriers, once every few decades."

"Ho."

The King's interest diminishes when he finds out who he is.

I lost interest as well.

It's just a decaying branch for the uninterested, no matter how rare it is, just like a gem.

Both the King and Kenneth look like they don't care. So much so that Tristan is most responsive.

Wilhelmina's men first burn incense all the time trying.

The guards were nervous that it might be poisonous smoke, but there would be no more danger of it than Wilhelmina staying out of the scene.

I see. It smells good just because it's rare.

Might as well burn it after it drops big in the toilet.

"Mmm, it smells good. Let's hope so."

The king also tries to receive a thank you for the sigh mix.

It was then.

"It's wonderful... you smell it"

I hear voices from the moving prison behind the king.

At the same time, the king's complexion changes.

"Rosario!?

He runs off like a child called by his mother.

"I apologize for speaking out of the blue. I can't understand the situation because I'm blind... if I'm disturbing you..."

"I don't mind. Don't hesitate. Whatever you say."

It doesn't look good because of the cage, but the king and Rosario are talking about something.

And I see Kenneth and Eirich's complexion. It turns blue to see.

There is no change in Wilhelmina's expression.

There really is no change as if it were an iron mask.

The king and Rosario had exchanged words several times, but Rosario's voice was so small that he could not be heard to the point.

But I became sensitive to the smell because I was blind.

I think he said something about a good fragrance that I had never smelled, calming my mind.

"Well, do you prefer this scent? No, don't hesitate."

After a few blanks, the king turns back to Wilhelmina.

There is little force to look back on its face.

"How many times does Kaoru have this?

"Depends on how you use it, I think it'll last three weeks."

The king groans with a bitter face for three weeks......

"It's here. How much more is there?

"It's invaluable, so there won't be much."

"It can be expensive. Buy it."

"How many minutes are behind the secret border, so it's so easy..."

A king who smiles bitterly Wilhelmina and earnestly faces him.

"It's often adjourned!

That's what the king says and keeps talking to Wilhelmina.

The southern Euglia, which did not make it slight after the meeting stopped, and the face of Goldonia, which could not hide the upset, were impressive.

"Hardlet"

The meeting remains adjourned, and I am summoned to the courtyard by the king.

I imagined the content. I'm sure Tristan knew, he looked delicate.

"Return of the occupied territories, as Southern Euglia calls it... No, about the sale, take it"

Well, here's what's gonna happen.

The king had run out of room at all since Rosario was involved.

"Wilhelmina promised to have adequate consideration. It's not a bad story for Goldonia or afterwards. Even with such a peripheral land, it's good for the profit."

There is little benefit the occupied territories bring to me and the kingdom.

It was used as a base for pestilence control, but it has also lost its meaning now.

That's why the return itself is not painful.

"We need to consolidate the country first. It's not a good idea to deal with southern Euglia."

There was nothing wrong with wanting gold coins and letting go of the occupied territories.

I would have rather sold it high and been a hockey.

"There will be no obstruction to defense. If we arm ourselves with the money we get, we'll be talking about fishing."

If we leave defense to Leopold, we have no problem.

If gold were put in, cannons and tanks would also be able to increase production.

"Hardlet, it is my remaining wish. Please forgive me somehow."

One problem is to say that King Gordonia succumbed to Wilhelmina.

It would have been nice if you had convinced yourself of the benefits at the end of the negotiations.

But I'm not. We were put on board their ploy and swallowed conditions that we were not supposed to acknowledge.

Neglect of diplomacy and plot, I can tell.

King Gordonia admitted to the defeat of the negotiations.

I don't know what kind of face to turn to a king for all sorts of reasons with excuses.

"I understand. Sire."

That's what the king said. Hit me on the shoulder many times and keep saying thank you.

I respond with a loving laugh.

Letting go of the occupied territories is not lethal to me, nor can I hold them against the king's will.

I whine in my heart as I recieve the king's words.

"King, was it to this extent? '.

And the meeting is over.

Southern Euglia paid compensation to Goldonia and a settlement was reached.

The area I occupied will be returned to southern Euglia, and in consideration, less gold will be brought to me and my kingdom. And Wilhelmina was to continue her personal gift to the king.

So this negotiation is over, it's all over.

What did I look like when I got back to the mansion?

"Nonna, I want to hold you hard today. I'm sorry, but be prepared."

"I am your wife. Let's do it."

Holding Nonna hard never cleared my mind.

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Vandra, state capital of the Southern Eugrian Empire Vandrea

"Northern Territory Return! Return of the Northern Territory! Your Majesty Wilhelmina has reclaimed the land he took!

A man runs with his voice out, and the people look at him in amazement.

"Are you sure you're back!? I heard you lost the fight."

"I took it back from the Goldonian fierce general Hardlett... you're lying, aren't you? Didn't General Dareon die?

The man yells even more at the people who say it's incredible.

"The thought of giving up General Dareon's life finally reaches His Majesty! His Majesty, who boarded the single Goldonian, preached the straight path ahead of King Goldonian and Hardlett, and yielded this! Long live the great Majesty! Long live the Eugrian Empire!

The man builds the standing signs he carries in one city stronghold after another.

The dramatic content was not necessarily all true, but the gathered people marvel and cheer.

"- So His Majesty had a drink of hardlets! Take my lord, my people, even God will not forgive me! If you don't acknowledge the path, my mighty soldiers will ravage the plains! Hardlett and King Gordonia ask forgiveness for their hearts and boldness out of the cold -"

Storytellers continue to speak bravely around standing signs.

"Is it true... I didn't know you were coming back there"

"Honestly, I was suspicious of His Majesty. But this... Your Majesty is real. He's a real hero."

"Maybe we're looking at a great emperor in history."

A group of soldiers march neatly as the people continue.

"Look at that. Soldiers on their way to the land they reclaimed."

"I hear you really pulled out the hardlet army... wow... wow"

"Hooray! Hooray for Southern Euglia! Long live His Majesty Wilhelmina!

"We are looking at history!!

The twist gradually turns to cheer and cheer.

Suspicions about her disappeared from Vandrea province, where many did not support Wilhelmina compared to the former Altair region, taking this day to the border.

As time goes by, the Southern Eugenian Empire notifies that it will suspend indefinitely the payment of the principal and interest of its borrowings from merchants from 'General Circumstances'.

The bubble-eating merchants shielded the suspension of all transactions for the return of funds, but the Southern Eugrian Empire had set up its own economic zone around the sales channels of the absorbed Liberty merchants and did not already need their help.

In the end, this notice will bankrupt the vast majority of Stura merchants.

Some of the broken chambers of commerce had Philich's name, but no one stopped worrying about the middle chambers of commerce just for history anymore.

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The protagonist, Agil-Hardlet, 25, spring.

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.

Family

Nonna (Stolen Syncope) Carla (Side Room) Mel (Side Room) Mitty (Side Room) Maria (Side Room) Katrine (Side Room)

Brunhilde (Perfect) Gretel (Dog Wife) Melissa (Mother) Kwe (Concubine) Luu (Concubine)

Mirei (concubine) Pipi (concubine) Casey (haunted) Rita (maid length) Yogri (screenwriter) Alice (ass concubine) Rae (concubine) Marceline (concubine) daughter Stephanie (concubine) Bridget (concubine) Felicie (concubine)

Nautia (Fail) Sofia (Mistress) Secrito (Diner) Sebastian (Butler) Dorothea (Wangdu Mansion Management) Claudia (Golimaccio) Clara (Give Up) Celestina (Prepare to Return) Monica (Maid) Adela (Pro Mistress)

Subordinates

Celia (Panic) Myra (Commander) Marta (Attachment) Irigina (Commander) Petite Cherry (Investigation)

Luna (Satisfied) Ruby (Satisfied) Gido (Guard) Porte (Home Affairs Officer)

Leoporto (General Staff) Tristan (Attendance) Adolf (Director of Home Affairs) Claire & Laurie (Your Merchant) Liliane (Actress) Chlor (Servant) Alma (Servant) Susie (Orgy) Solana (Xu)

Prisoner

Christoph (harsh torture)

Outsiders

Lamy (Lamia) Arlaune (Bud) Mirmi (Mermaid)

Pets

Porch (Landlord) Messerschmidt (Migration) Schwartz (Horse) Felteris (Discovery)

220000 inhabitants

40000 in important cities Rafen 7000 in Lintblum 14000 in special pioneering districts

150 escorts.

Infantry 13600 Cavalry 1500 Archer 1500 Bow Cavalry 4000 Artillery 400

60 artillery, 30 large artillery, 16 dwarf artillery, 45 tanks.

Other

0 reserve officers, 200 security forces.

Property Gold Coins 250300 Indemnity (+50000) Survivors' Payment (50000) Sale of Occupied Territories (+200000)

775 Experience 68 children born +565