Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The Kingdom of Karpua, the border of Ghazir.

It is the southernmost frontier of the kingdom of Karpua. It is the kingdom of Karpua, which boasts a folding national area among the western countries of the southern continent, but for this reason, the temperature difference between regions is not so severe.

Most of all, this is not limited to the Kingdom of Karpua alone, but can be said for the entire western part of the southern continent. That means that now that Wang Du is in its harshest sunshine season in a year, the Bahr el Ghazir border is also in the midst of a similarly murderous hot season.

This is the next time in the rainy season when life is in danger if you are an old man or a child, just sitting in the sun indefensibly for a small hour.

Around it is very unlikely that there will be 'human-to-human' wars during this period, as these are values shared by the ruling class of the southern continental kingdoms.

However, here on the southern continent there are troublesome external enemies that do not even touch teeth, such as human convenience.

The most adapted species to the hot and humid western southern continent. When it comes to simple habitat areas, southern continental dominant stratospheric organisms far surpass humankind.

Carnivorous dragon species.

In order to revive the circulation of the "Salt Street", which was thought to have been dimensioned by the carnivorous dragon, the Ghazir Border Army carried out military operations at a time when it was not the second most suitable for marching in a year.

Less than a hundred troops slowly head north on the 'street of salt'.

It's still a relatively cool time in the morning, but the pretentious sunlight is already in aggressive shades, brightly illuminating the greenery of the forest that stands to the left and right of the street.

Even though the kingdom of Karpua boasts a national highway beneath the heavens, 'the streets of salt', its making is a really crude thing, according to the feeling of the modern man.

The road width is finally thick with one passenger car at a time, and the surface is stripped of dry soil.

For once, since the center of the road is tidied to slightly exuberance and shallow ditches are dug at both sides of the road, it seems unlikely that the road will become an aqueduct even during the rainy season, but still there are not many modern Japanese who can be convinced that the dirt road, which has not drawn this gravel either, is' an aorta of the state '?

Asphalt laid modern Japanese national highways have been laid aside and even extended to Roman national highways laid with the stone folds of the Roman Empire that existed in BC.

Even if science and technology are low, there is magic in this world that manipulates the soil, so it should be more conditionally blessed than ancient Rome, and this diverse is perhaps a sign that the marvel of nature is so powerful that it cannot be compared to the Earth.

Most importantly, if we look back at the road conditions in post-ancient Rome Europe and the Middle East, it is possible that the street-level capacity of the Roman Empire in full season is an exception even in the history of the planet.

Whatever it was, the Borderline Bo army was slowly moving along its' streets of salt '.

Leading the way are the cavalry across the great green 'Walking Dragon'.

The number of cavalry that runs a runaway dragon is five. Each cavalry is characterised by one accompanied by a squire.

The other soldiers, all with short spears in their hands, follow behind them on foot in crude but seemingly sturdy leather clothes.

All the soldiers weave something like a thick white hooded coat from the top of their leather clothes and take sun protection, but the sun still relentlessly illuminates humans and squeezes moisture out of their bodies.

Already, more than half of the soldiers seem to have calla the water bag that is lowered to their hips.

The exception is about heavy soldiers located in the rear. Heavy forces travel in the Dulong car pulled by 'Blunt Dragon'.

Instead of being overwhelmingly inferior in speed compared to 'runaway dragon', 'blunt dragon', which beats force, gently pulls a luggage truck full of spare weapons, food, water, firewood, a large pot for boiling and cooking, and builds a large and deep footprint on the dirt road.

There are a few Dulong cars that such a 'dull dragon' pulls off. Considering that I will fill the stomach of this first army, which is close to a hundred, until I finish this operation, I do need this much heavy baggage.

Instead, if it applies to the medieval common sense of the planet, it can even be said that the carrying capacity of the 'blunt dragon', which softens the supplies for the hundreds of soldiers expected to make a long expedition in a few luggage cars, is abnormal.

Five cavalry. Five cavalry squires. There are ten heavy soldiers. Fifteen heavy troop escorts. And a little with seventy infantry.

Compared to the general formation, there seems to be little cavalry, but that is because this military operation is expected to 'exorcise carnivorous dragons in the woods'.

The soldier species Cavalry, on the other hand, works with its high mobility and aggression only in open terrain, significantly reducing its combat power in a limited space of motion such as this one.

In fact, the cavalry, with only five men, would also get off the dragon cavalry in battle and leave the reins to their squire.

"... ugh"

One of those five cavalry men, a small young knight with dark hair and dark eyes, was taking a thin, deep breath repeatedly so that nothing was noticed around him from earlier.

Chabiel Ghazir.

That is the name of this young knight.

The only real breath that currently survives, making it the third child of the Ghazir border uncle.

On a good note, indeed, Chabiel's prominence is very similar to that of the Ghazir peripheral uncle.

But the shape is very different. Though not as tall, Chabiel's body is at first glance luxurious and highly unreliable, as is Gazir's borderline uncle, who maintains an old and still muscular body.

Now, it's hard to tell because it's across the back of a walking dragon, but its height seems lower than that of Yoshijiro. Because Yoshijiro is one hundred and seventy-two centimeters, Chavier may only be about the second half of one hundred and sixty or the middle of one hundred and sixty if he does poorly.

A small, skinny young man.

You don't look like a dependable commander, even if you're wrong. Is he aware of that as well, on the back of a walking dragon all the way from earlier, stretching his pins and spine by the excess, trying to make himself look a little bigger.

As I lead across the dragon's back in this way, I feel the illusion that hundreds of soldiers are watching my every move from behind.

Whatever, it's a total illusion. Still, there can be no room for the infantry, who are forced to march extensively during this terrible summer season, even though the sun is low, to constantly keep an eye on the commanders leading the way. It is the emptiness of Chavier.

"Dear Chavier..."

A young, white squire walking next door with a spear turns his gaze worryingly at Chavier the rider, but he can't even afford to notice that gaze right now.

Most of all, even in that state of tension, it can be described as brilliant that there is no sway in its riding. Even if it looks luxurious, the training of martial arts is proof that it is solid.

Nevertheless, if we continue to extend our riding posture with such force all over our shoulders, it is visible that in the not-too-distant future, we will drain our strength and play a lethargy.

"Dear Chavier. A little early, but I suggest a big pause. A little further along, there is a suitable further ground for camping, so why not camp there?

It was the middle-aged cavalry, manipulating the runaway dragon behind Chavier's oblique back, who had concealed the bitter smile and said so.

Back in the year, was it around forty? To the words of a magnificent knight with a black moustache, Chabiel turns his neck backwards as he trembles victoriously.

"Sir Josep......"

And call upon the name of the knight, the belly of his father.

Knight Josep. Even in the earlier wars, he is an ancient mighty man of the war, bearing the martial name.

Usually he serves as the sidekick of Chabiel's father, the Border Uncle of Ghazir, but he has carried a power of attorney and a march permit to the Lords Army and transferred to the Border Uncle by the magic of Queen Aura.

If you just come with a power of attorney and a permit, there's no reason you have to be as knightly as Josep.

Perhaps my father sent him to make the burden of his first formation a little lighter.

The care of his father is both joyful and pitiful.

Together, he shakes off the thought that is about to run in a humble direction, and Chabiel speaks to Josep.

"Isn't it a little early for the Great Pause, Sir Josep? Sure, we were planning on getting a little more distance in the middle of the morning."

A warring knight lined up with his lord's son to ride a dragon returns his words in a polite tone, as he teaches a young man strained by tension and a sense of purpose.

"Yes, Master Chavier. I did plan on doing that, but today's temperature is more than I expected. Already, the infantry are starting to bat. I thought it might be dangerous to force you here."

"Oh well."

Following his subordinates' suggestion, Chavier raised his voice to that effect as if he had been poked in the void.

The observation around here is that life is what it is.

If Chavier himself had walked on his own feet, he would have had room to realize the fatigue of the infantry through his own fatigue, but Hate Chavier is on the back of a walking dragon, also to keep his majesty as commander.

Riding a long-distance dragon is also an act that fatigues the body and mind enough, but it cannot be compared to the fatigue of an infantryman walking under this flame on a boulder with his own feet.

The young borderline uncle, who is well educated as the one who leads the army, twists his body behind him on the back of the cavalry dragon after nodding "OK," turning to his men following behind him and shouting his uts out loudly.

"Where we open up ahead, we take a big pause! Almost there, good luck to you all!

If we go a little further, we can rest.

The soldiers, who understood the words, seeped the colour of joy in their expressions for the first time today, bringing their necks only slightly up.

Having seen it, Chavier realizes once again his incompetence.

(I see. Sure, they all seem pretty tired. You can't, you have to be able to notice for yourself before Sir Josep tells you...)

Is birth a serious quality?

Ghazir Borderline Boy No. 3, Chabiel, on the back of a big dragon, held his fist so hard that it shook its tiny body, that he told himself so.

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At a time when hundreds of crusaders led by Gabriel Ghazir, the third man on the border of Ghazir, were taking a great pause by the flaming streets, in the courtyard of the royal palace in the Wang capital Karpa, Queen Aura welcomed national and international nobles as guests and set up an informal meeting place named Luncheon.

At this time of year when it gets hottest, it is common to take a long lunch break, but the thing of exception exists for everything.

Unwillingly, Aura was framed to use even lunch, which was supposed to be private time, as a diplomatic venue, before the reality that if she missed today, the convenient day would devour much behind her.

Nevertheless, it is too hot to eat in the dining room at the Royal Palace during the day of this period, as usual.

Based on these circumstances, the luncheon was held next to a fountain with water blowing up high.

A building with only a roof supported by four struts. That space, where there are no walls on all sides and the wind can blow freely from anywhere, is the venue for Aura's chosen luncheon.

Since there is a roof, the aggressive sunlight is blocked and there are no walls, the wind blowing in from the nearby fountain carries some cool air.

In a courtyard with all that possible heat control, Aura, who was tearing flat firm bread and soaking it in spicy spicy spicy soup and carrying it in her mouth, turns her gaze toward one middle-aged nobleman sitting on her right hand side.

"So would you have understood? Uncle Zamard. The purpose of this march is the crusade of carnivorous dragons, presumably defeated in the streets of the country, whose strength is directed only towards the country.

To the Kingdom of Navarra, I would appreciate it if you could tell me so. "

The Kingdom of Navarra is a medium-sized country located in the southern part of the Kingdom of Karpua. That country, bordering on the border with the border of the Karpua kingdom of Ghazir, is far more sublime than the Karpua kingdom in terms of pure national power, but it is also a male country that, in the wars ahead of the bend, protected the autonomy and independence of its own country to the end.

Even as an Aura, I'd like to avoid a far-fetched response.

"Ha, I did hear what His Majesty Aura said. We promise to deliver it to your home country."

In response to Aura's words, the middle-aged man - the nobleman of the Kingdom of Navarra, Count Narbia Zamard, said so, bowing his head small.

Count Zamard is an extremely common middle-aged man, with no particular characteristics such as this. Length, middle back of Chinese meat, skin tone is very common brown in the western part of the southern continent. Hair and eyes are black.

Essentially, here on the southern continent, it is said that the skin and hair colours are darker than the peoples of the South, but there are no ethnic appearance differences between the Karpua and Navarra kingdoms adjacent to the north and south.

Most of all on this occasion, they are all dressed in abbreviated attire representing their respective countries, so it is not so difficult to guess nationality by appearance.

Count Zamard, who was having lunch in an abbreviated dress with a yellow tone, also the symbolic colour of the Kingdom of Navarra, took Aura's gaze from the front and continued his words when he placed the silver saji next to the soup dish.

"However, I am afraid that if the anomaly in the streets of salt is truly the advent of the 'carnivorous dragon', taking it to our neighboring country cannot be described as any other human resource.

Your Majesty, I would like to note that in the letter I send to the National Exhibit, and advise my country to be vigilant about the 'northern border', too, would you mind?

To the words of the neighboring aristocracy, Queen Aura consented with a compelling grin on her face.

"Regardless, I don't mind that. Borders don't mean anything to the carnivorous dragons. I have a position here too, so I can't cooperate, but I'm not wild enough to strangle you."

"Ha, thank you"

In response to Aura's words, Count Zamard lowered his head deeply as he sat on his chair.

It is a bit of a white exchange.

It is true that the border between the Bahr el Ghazir and the Kingdom of Navarra is bordered, but in the meantime the rugged mountain range extends as a kind of buffer zone, so unless so much happens, there is no danger that the carnivorous dragons that have surrendered to the Bahr el el Ghazir will cross the border into the Kingdom of Navarra.

Both Count Zamard and Aura are naturally aware of that.

On top of that, Count Zamard asked for permission to put in a warning, not a carnivorous dragon, but an alert for the Royal Karpua Army. Simply put, "In case the report is a lie and the Karpua kingdom is going to invade us militarily, we're going to get this one ready," he returned.

If you think about it in terms of the position on the part of the Navarra State, it would be an extremely natural response. It is wrong as a country not to be vigilant, even though its neighbours are carrying out military operations along its borders.

It is behind a series of conversations that Aura, anticipating that reply from the beginning, returned the words of recognition to Count Zamard's inquiry, having understood the meaning behind the words.

As for Aura, it is a sufficiently acceptable line if the Kingdom of Navarra merely takes an alert stance on the other side of the border.

Aura thinks inside, carrying the spiced soup to her mouth with a silver sage and gently seeping sweat into her forehead.

(Well, I don't think I'd do anything stupid first, considering the difference in national power between the other side and this one, even if I didn't actually have to take such considerations, because I can't fail to take them into account)

The Kingdom of Karpua is one of the largest in the western part of the southern continent, and the Kingdom of Navarra is only one of a number of medium-sized countries.

Even if this one goes into a somewhat under-considered attitude, it should be unlikely that the other will take a tougher response than vigilance, but there is a 'unexpected pitfall' everywhere in international diplomacy.

It would be cheap to prevent an unfortunate outbreak by simply passing on to the diplomatic contact point of the other country after the fact.

This would also be because the Kingdom of Karpua is a great power. If the kingdoms of Karpua and Navarra were the opposite, the story would be a few steps cumbersome.

By mistake, it is not acceptable to take the form of 'ex-post consent', such as this one.

First of all, it is a priority to ask your neighbor first, interpret him as saying, "We are going to move the army along the border, but it is definitely not a military operation against you", and obtain "permission" in the name of "understanding".

(If you think about it, can't you say it's hard work to this extent, etc.)

Originally, Aura convinces herself to say so, having had to make a lunch she was supposed to spend with her careless husband while being blown by an ice fan such an informal diplomatic venue.

Moistened by the raw water in the silver cup, Aura nods one with a slightly exaggerated motion and shifts her gaze to the other as she consciously manages her satisfied expression.

At the end of that deviated gaze is the figure of a single man, who consolidated himself in an exotic style abbreviated dress with white lines in purple land.

Shalova Gilbert, diplomat of both kingdoms, knight of Moreno Militello.

The Militello knight, who received Aura's gaze, slowly opens his mouth after deliberately coughing one to do his part.

"First of all, there were no minor misunderstandings between the two countries, and it was superimposed. I admire the consideration of His Majesty Aura and the wise decision of Uncle Zamard.

No, we want to learn from both countries and have constructive and meaningful diplomatic relations with our neighbours. "

"is, I'm afraid. Sir Moreno."

In response to the words of the Knight of Militello, Count Zamard returned the words so, seeping in the colour of relief only slightly from the near perfection of the poker face.

Needless to say, the presence of Moreno Militello, diplomat of the two kingdoms, a third party position in this informal diplomatic setting, is part of Aura's consideration of the Navarra State.

Given the difference in national power between the kingdoms of Karpua and Navarra, it is not surprising that such informal promises were not exhausted.

Regardless, Aura has no desire to work such indecency, but she can't possibly pass it on to the other side.

I don't think Aura herself, as King of the Great Powers, has earned the reputation of being a relatively honest man of words and deeds, but if she asks me if I have any hindsight in the past, that's not true.

If I say that, as king of one country, I have no experience of exercising two tongues in the national interest, it is a lie.

That is why we have sent Moreno Militello, a man of the two kingdoms, to be present here in order to have his faith in these words.

The two kingdoms of Shalova Jilbaer are a kingdom of Karpua and one another or more powerful nations that reign over the central part of the southern continent. Even the queen of the kingdom of Karpua, if it is a word in the ears of the aristocracy of the two kingdoms, cannot be easily rebelled early on.

I guess that conveyed Aura's intentions.

"Thank you for your extraordinary consideration. Sire Aura."

For once, after pointing his gaze towards Moreno, Count Zamard turned to Aura in the upper seat and bowed his head deeply.

Ask the men of the Kingdom of Navarra, before the men of the two kingdoms, to explain and convince them of the 'military action carried out on the border of Bahr el-Ghazir'.

That was the purpose of informal diplomacy, in the name of this luncheon, so at this point it can be said that Aura has already served her purpose fully.

But that's why I can't open it here. It's just pre-construction, which no one believes in, but apparently this is a private luncheon hosted by Aura.

The aristocrats, who have already finished their meals, moisten their throats with fruit water and light alcohol after their meals, while making a mockery of them.

For sweating with spicy soup, moisturize and sweat again. If you don't keep it well hydrated in the summer, you'll be dehydrated.

Everyone in this world understands empirically the dangers of dehydration, even if medicine is not otherwise developed.

In the meantime, in a merely public discourse-like light tone, Moreno, a diplomat of the two kingdoms, speaks to Aura smiling in her seat.

"Nevertheless, Your Majesty. As always, the transmission of orders to the provinces of this country is so fast that you don't think it's a big country. After all, did His Majesty use magic this time?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It's a matter of urgency. I magically sent a messenger."

Aura answers honestly because it's nothing to hide. Most importantly, there is no inner alarm. It should be easy to predict this transmission without having to confirm that Aura used the magic of "Momentary Travel". I dare say that, on this occasion, I can only assume that there is some intention that diplomats from both kingdoms will go out of their way to confirm it.

Knowing or not the insides of such Aura, the Moreno knight, even as impressed, opens his eyes exaggerated and returns his words.

"Oh no! Was it, after all, His Majesty's magic? No, after all, the magical practicality of the Karpua royal family is out of group among the kings.

But the more so, isn't there a lot of disabling now? No matter how convenient the magic, His Majesty is alone. "

"... well, that's for sure,"

I see, this flow? Inside, Aura, who has roughly predicted what Moreno is going to say, nods back a little sparingly.

In fact, the next word Moreno uttered was what Aura expected.

"So, how about it, Your Majesty? In order to utilize its magic more effectively, His Majesty's magic should not be considered a 'magic prop'."

With a social grin on his face, the Moreno knight says so.

Production of "Demonic Props". Needless to say, what Moreno is proposing now is the magic prop of 'Moment Travel'.

(Again, that's the story)

Aura had to control her laughter to turn into a bitter laugh, with the force of her will.

Making Demonic Props for "Moment Moving". The proposal is a story that the two kingdoms have been dealing with the Karpua kingdom for a long time, not just for Aura's sake.

And it is a concern that has always kept the Kingdom of Karpua afloat. "Momentary Travel" was one of the advantages that pushed the Kingdom of Karpua to the great power of fingerfolding in the western part of the South.

By using that magic as a magic prop, I mean leaving the possibility for human beings other than the Karpua royal family to use the magic of 'instantaneous movement', although in the future and in a limited way.

In fact, in the past, the two kingdoms have made a proposal to "make two magic items of instantaneous movement, one at a time".

Aura cannot possibly accept such a dangerous proposal to throw away its own advantages.

"I appreciate the offer, but I refuse. In the first place, would it be necessary for an operator and a magic tool producer to work together on a year-by-year basis to create a magic tool? As I just said, I'm currently the only user of space-time magic.

Are you going to tell me to empty my throne and go to the capital of the kings of the two kingdoms?

He distorts his mouth to provoke, and Aura asks so.

I know what Moreno is trying to say.

The two kingdoms also wanted to summon Aura to the capital of the two kingdoms, as Aura had just said. Probably what they're looking at is Yoshijiro.

Yoshijiro is rapidly mastering magic technology here. As yet, the adjustment of magic is not complete, but even at the moment it has already come to the point where the magic of the 'junction' can be activated once every five times.

If you acquire an output adjustment for magic, it will also be a matter of time before you master the magic of 'instant travel'.

Will it be a user of 'space-time magic' at the practical level as early as this year and later next year?

I want to invite Sanjiro to the king's capital of the two kingdoms when instant travel becomes available. That's the ultimate aim over there, Aura sees it.

(For example, I can't return too much response)

Aura frowned, yes, only in her heart.

Because Yoshijiro himself says, "I want to go to the capital of the two kingdoms once I have been able to use Momentum."

When Aura gives birth to her next child, she maintains an attitude that allows her to bring in the person of the Pope Zilbert family at any time, a user of 'healing magic', just in case.

That, by far, is Sachiro's biggest goal, he said.

He is the son-in-law of his daughter-in-law so much that his mouth unwittingly loosens just in retrospect.

In view of that future situation, it would seem better not to return a very clear no reply on this occasion.

It was Aura who quickly traveled that far through her thoughts, but very rarely the thoughts that lay ahead were utterly futile.

Because Aura's anticipation and the Moreno Knight's response were completely different from the root part.

"No, Your Majesty. Don't worry about that. My name is actually Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, who saw the Transparent Treasure Ball and the Ring of the Golden Ribbon, showed strong interest in addition to.

If His Majesty's forgiveness is forthcoming, I would like to visit the Kingdom of Karpua once. "

"Huh!?"

To utterly unexpected words, Aura unconsciously forgot to fix her expression, exposing her astonishing emotions all over her face.

But I can't do that either.

Prince Francesco and Princess Bona. It is both the royal family of the 'Shalova Royal Family'. Whatever the "Pope Zilbert family" is invited to be the user of "healing magic", there should be no example of the human being of "Royal Sharois", the user of "granting magic", who has stepped through a visit abroad, at least in the last hundred years.

In fact, some of the Karpua kingdom aristocrats on the spot, such as Aura, who manifested her amazement with her expression, have unconsciously wet their clothes and tablecloths with the drinking water they had in their mouths.

Neither does Aura feel comfortable with it.

So much so that the visit of the 'Shalova Royal Family' is a startling piece of information. Moreover, it also smells about "making magic props," which means that in some cases it also assumes a considerable long-term stay.

"Oh, whatever, this is not definitive. If you think of it as one of the lighter topics in an informal setting, I'd appreciate it. However, the words I have just said, I swear, are not true."

Moreno put a grin and a deliberate grin on his face as he boasted the magnitude of the impact his remarks had at the end.