Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

I descend from a settled lord's mansion to the harbor and rush to the speedboat where the messenger appears to be aboard.

Compact, lightweight, and sooner than ever, the ship docks at the edge of a freshly controlled port.

Naturally, the soldiers on my side were surrounded and alert.

"Hey."

I call out to the vigilant soldiers.

"This area is off-limits. Until Your Majesty's permission is given...... Your Majesty!?

Jump lightly off the pier and hop on the fast boat while the Jen-royal commander is stiff.

"Why are you single... Yep, call someone!

I enter the cabin watching the soldiers run in all directions.

The smaller ships have only one or two rooms except for the sailor's miscellaneous fish sleeping room and warehouse.

One of them, the carpet was pulled and obviously found a place the great guy would be packing, opening the door at the same time as Knock.

"Mm, I didn't expect you to embark on your own without your permission... is that okay? Do you still have permission to see me?

Is it the top of the messengers?

An old man who looks great even if he wants to wear luxurious clothes says calmly after a slight look of amazement and fright.

I can't help it.

It's not strange to see what I did when the war broke out and suddenly they killed us all.

If you let the old man die in vain, it's troublesome, so let's move on.

"Let's give permission. Can we do this now?

I sit face-to-face with the old man.

"If you have permission, I'd like you to lead me under your king first."

"It won't be necessary. Because I'm here."

Old people are hard to notice.

I can't help it. I didn't even see it for the first time.

……

Silence lasts for a few seconds.

"Ki, you're Hardretto! - Guha! My chest hurts... my breath..."

"Are you okay? Hey! 'Cause all of a sudden you make a big noise."

Hold your chest and hold the back of an old man exhaling roughly.

"What the fuck, what the fuck!

"Old Lord Lowesi, how is it done?

"You're from Gordonia!? No way......"

When they hear the noise, sailors and envoys rush in.

Don't take it easy on me.

You can't just die on your own and be told to kill a second messenger or something.

"Ha-ha-ha. It's okay now. Seventy-five this year, he's got heart, lungs, liver and kidney disease."

"Don't send him off to enemy land..."

You're old enough to relax on a rocking chair and even watch the view.

What kind of messenger do they think would kill me anyway?

Observe those who rushed with water to avoid clogging it.

The sailors and envoys are in their 20s to 40s, and from the looks of their outfits, it seems no doubt that this old man is the head.

"Why don't you just get to your seat? That's why you came all the way here, isn't it?

Even if I encourage them, the envoys will not hide their confused faces.

"No, I can talk to you."

"You're saying King Hardlett won't talk to the earliest messenger?

I guess you still don't think I'm the king.

In the meantime, aside from the envoy, one of the sailors sits next to the old man.

Oh, come on, you're gonna piss me off.

"Hardlett himself."

When the sailors whine, the envoys breathe and lag back to the wall.

The envoys reflexively glance at the sword on their hips, and the sailors are all murdered, except for the fear of sitting in front of them.

"Hey, how dare you... I don't know who I am"

"You don't remember what you did to the Federation!?

"Or are we afraid of the soldiers outside and licking ourselves off that we can't do anything about it?"

I'll answer you as a pre-meeting chat.

"I remember doing outrageous things. I also know that you are patriotic enough to abandon yourselves and slash me."

Then why does someone squeal?

"Ten sailors, four envoys and one grandfather. You think you can do something about me with a dump and a dual crater?

Everyone gets stiff.

The sailor at the rearmost sticks out the dual crater where he raised his arm.

"Hih."

The sword was passing through the embassy's ear lateral critical, slamming the musket erected by the sailors in half and breaking it.

"Somehow, you think you can do it?

The sailors slip out of their hips and enter the floor, and the envoys become stiff and unable to move.

"But," I laugh, turning my mind off.

"Don't worry, you're not going to get your hands on me. The first outrage had to be stopped in order to ambush. I wasn't sure I'd hit you head-on."

Stick the dual crater to the floor, so don't be so scared, spread your hands and laugh.

"It's pointless to kill you here and now. I'm not crazy enough to kill people without meaning...... how I protruded too deep and the water came in. Sailors, bring a board or something."

There is naturally no such thing as a guy with a reassuring look at the faces of the envoys while telling the sailors to hurry up.

It wasn't a believable way to say it.

Only the old man was relieved of nervousness about his age kung fu in that, his eyes closed and he leaned down with his arms around him.

You're not dead, are you?

An old man starts talking when he gets worried and hands close to his mouth.

"As your Excellency read, he was not an unreasonable beast."

The old man speaks in a calm and respectful tone.

Well, wasn't this the greatest of all?

Ahead of that gaze... is the sailor who sat next to Deng.

"I had a disguise that there was nothing I could do about being slashed by the encounter, but it was still useless."

The old man rises and salutes the sailor with upright immobility.

At the same time, all the envoys salute the sailors.

"Long time no see, Sir Hardlett. No, King Hardlett."

A sailor takes the hood away.

When I was about 40 years old?

A face with slight wrinkles floating but neat to the limit.

Lives with a calm atmosphere that is commensurate with the year and unmatched vitality.

"You…"

I accidentally lowered my voice and was more and more willing to kill.

The field gets nervous again.

The old man opens his hands and breaks between us.

"Do you want to discuss me on this occasion? If that was an act, it would have been a raccoon inside."

The man confirms the exit with chills as he says pale.

I keep my voice shut with words that leak from my heart.

"What a man. Besides, the tannins and vitality - the older I care about just young men, the younger daughters who don't like middle-aged people just eating old will eat them all together."

"What are you saying?"

Man - Martin-Staceli, the Supreme Commander of the Olga Federation, waves one head and offers his hand.

"Circumstances are wrong, dear greetings are not. I only wish to shake your hand as a courtesy."

"Uhm. It's more painful to be humped and even hugged with all that"

Me and Staceli shook hands gently and took a seat.

"Well, let's get down to business."

I say scratching my forehead.

"What are you doing here?

I have no intention of hiding it.

When he fought his Imperial opponent, he tricked the Federation into receiving money and supplies and even helping him train.

On top of that, they invaded the Federation by killing all the missions.

The outer roads are extremely rugged.

If I were Federation, I'd chase them all to the end of hell and kill them all.

No, anyone would.

"Now I don't think we can talk about anything."

The war will continue until I defeat or destroy the Federation.

Naturally I was ready for that.

"Of course the whole Federation is mad, from royalty, nobility to military, bureaucracy and one soldier." Attack and destroy Gordonia, and slay every one of the people. "

Well, naturally.

"If you surrender with the neck of a traitor, your lord and the entire clan, you don't have to think about it, even if you just put it in your mouth like a Japanese council..."

In light condition, Staceli says, showing her teeth and laughing.

A tone that doesn't look like a heavy town in a superpower, then it doesn't look lightweight.

Thoughtless, I have this.

Speak up in the city and your husband will follow you to the wife next door.

"Did I offend you? 'I respond with a deliberately bitter face because I hear it with my eyes.

"On top of that..."

Staceli sends her gaze to the old man.

Everybody out of the room.

The old man stretches his spine and orders, and his men obey without objection.

And Staceli laughs when everyone leaves the room.

It was an offensive laugh, not a laugh that showed fraternity or a laugh that showed room.

"On top of that, I want to get rid of Goldonia now"

"Is that from a personal relationship with me?

Staceli laughs nicely.

"Don't be an idiot, outer road."

Staceli kept smiling.

"Goldonia is bound to crush. My country has enough power to make it happen. This city, which you took with all your might, is just one of the few cities far from the White City. To this extent, the Federation's stalks are unshakeable."

"You're tough."

Neither strong nor exaggerated.

I also know it's from here that it's tough.

"If I focus on you guys, I can still crush you right now. But then a well-crafted plan to invade the Empire will go crazy. The ambition of continental unity becomes impossible. That's troublesome."

"Continental Unity"

Staceli speaks of a tremendous amount of ambition.

"I mean, here's what I'm trying to say. Gordonia is bound to crush but I want to defeat the Empire first before I do. Until then, I want a truce for some reason. - What do you say?

"I understand, but why should I go along with it?"

I set up the Federation in a way that was too forceful, because I stepped on it now that I had entered a war with the Empire, that was a one-of-a-kind opportunity. There is no reason to set aside a beat here and abandon it.

Staceli nods yeah and gets up.

"So do you want to do it from the front with me, who gets disturbed and furious with my ambitions? One hundred thousand and a hundred ships in a month, three hundred thousand and three hundred ships in two months, how much will we have in six months"

Staceli's eyes were serious, albeit temperate.

"Killing me here will have the same result. He's the Deputy Commander of the Sequence, the ambassador's brother-in-law you murdered."

I don't know if it's true, but if it is, it could leave the empire behind and push it over.

I bother with my arms together.

Not a word that Nonna's mother told me was caught.

"Of course I can't conclude an official Japanese resolution or anything. That way my neck flies honorably and physically.... so cease ceasefire on your own. Don't take a step from the current line. That way, I won't fight back either. I have full military authority, I can't reconcile it, but no one will complain about the attack being directed at the Empire."

It's not a treaty or anything.

It's just close to the bond between me and this guy.

"Don't tell me you can't believe you did a brilliant cross piece of paper without a text?

It makes me laugh most clearly.

"On top of that, you will do everything in your power to strengthen your country until the Empire falls. If you look at it, you'll miss the demons. Isn't there a giant ship seated that doesn't even exist in our Federation? Maybe a year or three before the Empire falls... or maybe we can match the Federation."

What a grateful piece of advice.

"Why do you want to know?

"No, I kind of figured it out"

Staceli laughed.

"Defeat the Empire. And you're next. We will not unite the continent, but the battle for it will continue. Everywhere... forever."

Staceli's aim is not to defeat the Empire efficiently.

This guy wants a war. I want to fight for a long, long time.

It therefore set the ultimate goal of continental unity.

You dare to abandon us, you want to concentrate on imperial warfare, like you said yourself, and the other half wants to have a much more intense war with us than we are now.

Don't fight for purpose.

I'm making ends meet to fight.

Fight, defeat, and prepare for the next battle against the mighty enemy.

That's what this guy means to live.

"You'd be the same, wouldn't you?

Staceli says.

No way. I shake my head that I'm not.

I'm not a killer.

"Neither do I."

Staceli laughs.

"I don't like killing people. Genocide and murder are not hobbies. But the war that turned all of that upside down is great."

"I'd rather be a woman."

Cuttlecuts and strange noises echo aboard where I deliberately misspoke.

"Dear Eigil! Are you all right!

Celia's voice.

Is the strange sound a crutch?

"You're breaking my leg. Keep him company."

"Ugh. You're the one who won't have one hand."

Is the other voice Secrito?

If not, the door opens before you speak to your voice.

"I've heard the king push the messenger..."

Celia, who cleverly entered the room as she poked her wand, jumped at me, and the ensuing sight of Ceclito and Staceli matched.

"hey... to..."

Staceley was completely rigid.

Open your mouth with Pocan and watch me and Secrito alternate.

"... say it first"

Secrito stares at me.

Even I couldn't possibly know this guy was coming.

Look at me and Ceclito. Staceli sweats cold.

"You've been through with the Empire since the beginning!? No more... No way..."

Staceley, who literally says with a bloody face.

Where is the spare attitude and creepy impression until earlier, I am completely impatient and in a hurry.

"I picked it up after that war. As you can see, she's a good woman, so she made it mine."

"Um, I'm like this guy's slave"

Secrito drops an extra word.

Staceli stares at Giroli and Secrito.

Of course, Secrito stares back instead of moving balls.

"Hold that woman from behind and look at her."

Suddenly that's what they say.

I hug Secrito if he doesn't make sense but he's nothing enough to hold his own woman.

"Yeah what!

Staceli exhaled.

"It's the face of a female. Apparently not a reciprocal conspirator."

I strangle Ceclito with wings trying to slaughter him.

Leoporto and the others rush just behind.

"I can give you a little respite, okay?

I dare ask Leoporto in front of Staceli.

"I don't mind. Because it's only in our favor."

He also answers with dignity.

Staceli laughs without saying a word as she is surrounded by her re-entered men.

There was no text here, and any one of them was bound to be broken.

"By the way..."

Staceli approaches Suss.

"Have you completely corrupted General Secrito?"

Asking in front of the person?

"Not enough to have a baby."

Then Staceli slaps her leg and laughs.

"Can you lend me one night, if you like? I'll lend you my mistress as a thank you."

It was around twenty years old who came out called, a slender, skinny, blonde overwhelming beauty.

"Is this all around me..."

Groans with a face like Secrito chewed up a bitter bug.

"If Your Excellency commands. With anyone...... please hold me gently"

Beauty graciously takes my arm.

"Gu..."

"Don't get lost, fool!

Secrito kicks me in the ass all the time.

It's a joke.

"I'm a little excited to be sold to you and held by other men."

"I'm a pervert. This woman finally became a pervert."

At the end of the day I think about it just a little while I make a stupid mix.

Dead fights with the Federation, which will soon begin again.

I wonder who's leading that.