Seirei Gensouki ~Konna Sekai de Deaeta Kimi ni~

The Proxian Empire - a country is the military power that reigns in the north of the Strahl region.

It is a very young country about forty years old from its inception, contrary to its size, and if its history is to be represented in a word, war deserves it.

The first emperor, Niddle, was born an orphan in a lean, poor small country on the land.

Growing up, when he holds the position of mercenary, he appears headstrong with rare force.

In the blink of an eye, it is a masterpiece that built the Proxian Empire in just a generation thanks to its tremendous charisma when it seized the kingship of the country to which it belonged.

It has attacked one small country after another, which used to be a large number in the north, which was once the land of the herd, and it still extends its territory.

It is the strongest Dragon Knights made up by the subdragons that are at the core of its power.

Specializing in electric shock warfare by the powerful dragon knights, the number of small nations ever attacked down by the Proxian Empire exceeds twenty.

But the strongest warriors supporting the Proxian Imperial Army do not exist in the Dragon Knights.

Yes, Niddle, who was built by the martial arts, is and always was the most powerful being in the empire.

His flesh, entering his sixties, boasted a giant like a bamboo without being old, and he slaughtered a terrible number of soldiers by his flesh.

Its martial arts resonate throughout the vast Strahl region, and it will now undoubtedly be the man to be counted as the strongest corner of the Strahl region.

"Hey, Niddle. How's it going?

Niddle looks out at the sight of the imperial capital that spreads beneath his eyes at the corner of the Imperial Castle - there was someone who spoke out in peace against the best and most powerful being in such an empire.

"Hmm, that's boring. It's just a country with no tension."

Without ascertaining the Lord of his voice, Niddle snorted in displeasure as he looked down at the Empire City.

He wants it.

A battlefield blessed with death, a bloody struggle, a battle whose lives burn out.

"Don't say that. We need to get underneath to make the best of the stage. Now comfort your boredom in the front seat."

A man standing behind a niddle leaks a joyfully stained grin.

"What do you call performances and tricks?

"That's a bad way to say small work. It's delicious to smash it from the front, but there's a better winning drink in the world."

Object with the tone of a man's retreat.

Niddle frowned thinly.

"I still don't have a taste for you."

And that's what I said.

A man smiles with inclusiveness.

"Ma, look. I'll get you a big stage filled with desire and despair. Everything..."

Hing rode it, when a man said so frying,

"Don't talk about rare things."

Niddle speaks out in a tight tone so as to seal it off.

"Heck. You're still stiff.... By the way, what do we do? What is your relationship with the Kingdom of Beltram? I'm not involved."

A man gently squeezes his shoulder and asks Niddle.

"I just sent back a goodwill ambassador from here too."

Niddle answering terminally.

"Ha, sooner or later, we'll do well with the country we destroy"

Back to back with words, the man had a delightful grin.

"That's all I can agree to"

Say, Niddle spilled a hoot of laughter.

The man's name is Niddle-Proxia.

He is the emperor who rules the north of the Strahl region and one of those who can be counted as a key figure of this era in later history.

Time was about the day two weeks passed after the brave men were summoned to the Strahl region.

Then ten days later, in a fort located near the northwest border of the Kingdom of Galark.

"Hey, what's that? Demon ship?"

One of the men on the lookout as a soldier shrugged at the sight of a huge object flying far above.

Its pitch-black body can be easily seen from a distance.

"Become..."

A soldier from a colleague looked up to the sky in response to a man's voice.

Suddenly, he moves when he puffs his mouth.

I don't hear much surprise.

"Oh, Ri, it's a dragon!

After breathing in several times, the soldier finally spoke out.

The soldiers, who noticed the voice and were on watch at the fort, shifted their gaze slightly over the sky.

"Jeez, don't joke! There are dragons in a place like this!

The bubble-eating momentum grabs a man by a colleague.

"I don't know! You're a dragon because you're big! If that's not a dragon, then what is it?

Soldiers yell back.

Regardless of some subdragons used by people, few have actually seen pure species of dragons.

Nevertheless, its appearance is very famous for its often portrayed in ancient gaga stories.

Of course the silhouette varies a lot depending on the type, but the organisms flying in the sky now were very similar to the dragon species seen in the picture books by soldiers in their childhood.

It is also the famous black dragon that jumps off the ground.

"Oh, oh, shit. You're kidding me! If you come over here, we're done with a roll! Don't come! Don't come!

Pray to heaven as a man worships.

Other soldiers who witnessed dragons and thought creatures were shouting similar things.

Their spirit is in a state of panic.

It's a dragon that's big enough to tell from a distance.

Assuming that a creature that boasts so many giants, not dragons, comes and hits the fort with no combat posture, there won't be one.

Worst of all, a purebred dragon can't win even if he had a good fighting attitude.

"He's gone..."

Did the prayers of the soldiers arrive, or creatures similar to the Black Dragon flew straight north to south.

With a glimpse of the sight, many soldiers collapse as if they were powerless.

"You should report it, right?

"... how dare you report it?

"The dragon was flying through the sky."

"Will you believe me?

Rumors of black dragons appearing in the western part of the Kingdom of Galark are transmitted to each city using magical communications machines.

Rumors eventually lurked the ringing because of the absence of any subsequent eyewitness testimony, but for some time in each city of the Kingdom of Galark, vigilance was to be laid.

Ten more days later, one day more than a month has passed since the Six Brave were summoned to the Strahl region.

Guests were visiting the residence of Amando, the trading city where Lieselotte-Cretia lives.

The guests' identities are those located in the upper echelons of the counter-revolutionary forces of the Kingdom of Beltram, namely the Second Princess Flora, the Duke of Jugneau, the Duke of Fontine, the Lady Roana, and the brave Hiroaki Sakata.

In order for Lieselotte to entertain the guests of the big men who could not be ignored in a position, a quiet meeting was held in the dining room of the mansion.

"It was a bunch of great food. Again, the pasta you get in real life tastes different from one another."

And, said Flora, who ate the dish, with a satisfying grin.

"I compliment you and congratulate you. Thank you very much on behalf of our head chef. Her Royal Highness Princess Flora."

Leezelotte to whom I humbly thank you.

I am thankful for the royalties of other countries, but I don't feel any more atrophied than I need to be.

The Duke of Jugneau looked more exhaled at the grandstanding behavior.

"Oh, I never thought I could eat pasta in another world. It was definitely the best thing I've ever eaten coming to this world. So much so that the meal I've been eating seems different."

Hiroaki, who sits next to Flora, also leaked his thoughts satisfactorily.

Hiroaki is replacing about two cups of pasta served.

This is not convincing enough to say it's not good.

"You seem to like it. Above all. The brave men said they were from different worlds, so I was worried that you might like them."

Leezelotte returns it with a grin and a smile.

"You don't have to be so modest. The food in this world is inferior to the world I was in, but the food I ate today is no better than the food in my world."

Hiroaki criticizes the many dishes served in a satisfactory manner.

Many of the dishes that Hiroaki ate at the Lieselotte Mansion had many flavors of preference, starting with pasta.

I hadn't eaten any busy food on the move since I was summoned, and the food served in the city of Marquis Rodin, where I stayed on the road, is a few steps inferior to the food I ate here.

Honestly, I didn't expect much from the food in this world, but when I came here, Hiroaki reconsidered the idea.

"Pasta is a specialty of this city. Actually, there's the same food in the world I was in. Other ingredients used may be common with various other ingredients. I honestly appreciate the fact that even if the world is different, it doesn't make much difference in what you eat."

"Well. You are. We seem to be the same people, and are there not so many differences in ecosystems?

Lieselotte rounds her eyes, hands on her mouth and expresses surprise.

It is only a deliberate act by some who do it, but it feels like a trick that conveys the virtues of elegant upbringing when Rieselotte does it.

Hiroaki accidentally fell in love with what was happening.

Then, there,

"Dear Hiroaki"

With a grin and a grin, Roana called Hiroaki's name.

"Ah, oh. What?"

and Hiroaki returns it to Roana with a slightly rubbed voice.

"I need you to answer Mr. Liezelotte's question."

Don't break the grin, Roana adds the words.

Hiroaki coughs small,

"Uh, right. Even so, I'm not sure. Some of the creatures are the same as the world I was in, but as far as Roana and the others are concerned, some of the creatures I don't know."

Answer me, I see Roana and Flora looking a little bad.

They both seem to enjoy the after-dinner smell of tea.

Hiroaki sighs small.

"That's an interesting story. What kind of place was the world of the brave?"

Asked so, Leezelotte's eyes softly sharpened with a smiling grin.

Never noticing such a subtle change in her, Hiroaki returns her gaze to Lieselotte.

"There's more civilization going on than there is in this world. The country I was in is Japan, but it's been a long way in the world."

"Is it Japan? One question..."

Leaning his neck small as he showed his troubled sleigh, Liezelotte continued his words.

"How can a brave man have a conversation with us?

"Hmm? What do you mean?

Hiroaki returns a question-marked voice to Leezelotte's question.

"No, isn't it strange that the languages of countries of different worlds pass in this place as they are"

"I see. Indeed..."

Hiroaki is convinced that he has finally fallen to his heart.

"What does that mean?

On the other hand, Flora, who was sitting next to him, asked in wonder.

"There are a number of hypotheses about the origin of a language, but it's almost impossible that the same language develops in completely different places. Not to mention the fact that there were brave men in different worlds."

"I see..."

Nodding as Flora was impressed by Leezelotte's explanation.

"But isn't this how Hiroaki uses the same language as us? Doesn't that mean the same language developed?

There Roana enters the conversation.

I'm sure she's an empiricist.

Leezelotte glanced at Roana for a moment and said, "You still sound that way to the others. I see......" he muttered small.

No one has heard the voice.

"Maybe you are. Well, there's no problem with thinking about it and getting answers. I'm sorry if I asked you something funny."

With an innocent grin, Liezelotte uttered words of apology.

"No, because I was wondering, too. The first time I was summoned to this world, I didn't care much for it because I thought it was a promise."

"Is that a promise?

Twisted his neck small, Leezelotte asks.

"Uh, the internet I used to read... there's a bunch of stories about tripping into these worlds. In it, I used a bunch of outdated settings, and I said things like promises and templates."

"Well. Lord Brave was a reader, wasn't he?"

and praise Hiroaki so that Lieselotte can get his hands on each other.

"Uh, no, well, not so much."

While humbled, Hiroaki hung on.

Then, for a while, Leezelotte's skillful speech makes Hiroaki seem comfortable showcasing one drawer after another.

Leezelotte was listening to Hiroaki happily changing his face by the way.

That's how quickly time passes.

"Oh, you've already had this time. I've been listening to the brave tale for a long time."

Moving his gaze to the clock, Rieselotte told him in what should also be called style beauty.

"Really? Too bad. Well, I wanted to talk to Lieselotte a little bit more."

Hiroaki looked unfortunately in the face at things like not talking enough yet.

"Ugh. I heard from the Duke of Jugneau that we need to talk about that too."

That being said, Leezelotte lowered her head small with an unfortunate look on her face.

"I'm sorry. Duke of Jugnault. I'm obsessed with the story."

Continue, sending words of apology to the Duke of Jugnor.

"No, no. I'm the one who told you it wasn't something you should be talking about during your meal beforehand. Her Royal Highness Princess Flora and Her Royal Highness the Brave seem to have been fully satisfied, and you have only served to raise the ground as a hostess. I've heard some interesting stories, and there's nothing wrong with that."

I said, during the meal, the Duke of Jugneau, who was thorough with his listeners, grinned lightly and shook his head (wearing it).

"I'm glad you said that. Thank you."

With a grin and a grin, Leezelotte is thankful.

Yes, it can be said that Lieselotte has given enough hospitality to welcome a line of princesses and brave men.

The Duke of Jugneau had his tongue wrapped around the height of Lieselotte's abilities in his heart.

The handiness of sending a messenger in advance to observe this visit and adjust the schedule, the ability to arrange a superior meal of high quality that even aristocrats cannot eat on a daily basis, and the ability to satisfy customers by realizing what they are looking for.

No matter how much you've been educated as a nobleman, how hard it is for a fifteen-year-old girl to do it yet.

(You mean a talented woman who must be a rumor? Roana, you are a medium talent too, but you have a bad minute compared to her)

The Duke of Jugneau revised Lieselotte's rating upwards.

At the same time, the level of vigilance increases.

"Well, there's nothing else to talk about. I'm very thick and shameless, but I need a favor from you, Lieselotte."

You can't get a tiger child just because you're alert, though.

The Duke of Jugneau brought up the story without cowardice.

Thickness is an aristocratic art.

If you're caught off guard, you're dragged into the other person's pace when they take your word for it.

"Oh really? What can I do for you?

He opened his eyes slightly and Leezerotte surprised him.

"Lieselotte, I'd like to ask you for our support."

"When I say support, do you have an anti-revolutionary army?

"Hmm. Exactly."

"I see. I know you should ask your father if it's military support?

Smile as convinced, Leezelotte speaks.

In fact, Lieselotte is nothing more than a duke's warrant.

I have no political authority other than being Amand's deputy.

Nevertheless, the Duke of Jugneau naturally knows that.

I didn't ask for military support.

The Duke of Jugneau replied with a bitter smile,

"What we're asking for is financial support."

And so I went on.

"Is it financial support"

Liezelotte gazed at the Duke of Jugneau with a grin.

"Leezelotte asked for you as a meeting of the Ricca Chamber of Commerce. Funds, supplies, connections within the Kingdom of Galark held by the Ricca Chamber of Commerce. Wouldn't you be willing to use those for us?

The Ricca Chamber of Commerce is a superior chamber of commerce that can be named after neighboring countries.

The aristocracy produces one commodity after another that cleverly grabs the hearts of the people, and its economic influence extends not only to the country, but also to foreign countries.

Such a Ricca Chamber of Commerce was built by a mere fifteen-year-old girl in just one generation.

Its influence is not the ratio of poor small countries.

Even the neighboring powers won't be able to make it out strong to the Ricca Chamber of Commerce now.

The Duke of Jugneau was therefore convinced that having Lieselotte on his side would in some ways taste more than receiving military support from the Kingdom of Galarc.

"I'm going to ask you one thing before I give you an answer."

"What is it?

"From what you are on this occasion, may I assume that the brave men have joined the anti-revolutionary army?

Asked, Leezerotte turned her gaze to Hiroshi.

There is no specification to prove that Hiroaki is a brave man other than the testimony of Flora and the others.

Nevertheless, the words of the important people, Flora and the others, constitute splendid evidence.

To take that word, Leezelotte asked.

"Mm-hmm. Lord Brave will act with us."

The Duke of Jugnault nods deeply.

When Lieselotte also turned her gaze to Flora, Flora also agreed.

"Damn, I just want to live in peace."

Boy, he sighed small, and Hiroaki clasped his shoulders.

Reese Xerotte grinned huffily and small at his reaction like that,

"If you'll swallow some terms, I'll take it."

And that's what I answered.

"Wow. That's surprising. Honestly, I thought you'd be reluctant..."

The Duke of Jugnault sends an alert gaze to Lieselotte.

"Alas, the Ricca Chamber of Commerce is not a charity, but it's only natural that we should be allowed to provide support if it's beneficial."

"Benefits."

"Yes, I was wondering if you would understand that if you would look at the terms and conditions presented here. This is the document stating the terms."

That being said, Lieselotte offered a piece of parchment to the Duke of Jugneau.

"Huh, that's a boulder. You mean you anticipated our intentions in advance?"

Leezelotte foresaw that the Duke of Jugneau would ask for help, and even thought about the conditions for swallowing it.

(Don't be regretted that no one with this much ability was born as a man)

Whatever happens, find a profit and make money.

That is what a first-rate merchant is.

But superior merchants anticipate what happens, and sometimes even create that flow.

Lieselotte is definitely a superior merchant.

And he is a nobleman who will not take a pull upon the nobles of Haiqian Mountain Thousand.

That is what the Duke of Jugneau decided.

"The upper echelons of the Kingdom of Galark hope that Princess Flora will take the throne of the next generation. So is my father. It wouldn't be nice for my daughter, me, to go against that flow. It's only natural to help as long as interests match."

"Right. We'll see if we can swallow the terms..."

Softly narrowing his eyes, the Duke of Jugneau looked at the parchment.

"How about that? Her Royal Highness Princess Flora."

Putting that condition in his head as a whole, the Duke of Jugneau asked Flora.

"Uh... I'll leave it to the Duke of Jugneau's discretion"

Even through his eyes on parchment, Flora could not fully judge the taste of the conditions presented.

Of course the Duke of Jugnault knows about that.

It would be harsh to expect a girl her age to have just the same judgment ability as Lieselotte.

In fact, neither does the Duke of Jugneau seek such competence from Flora.

But the head of the anti-revolutionary army is Flora.

I cannot ignore that flora and allow the Duke of Jugnault to swallow conditions arbitrarily.

"Yes, sir."

The Duke of Jugneau receives with respect the parchment returned.

"What are the benefits of her support for us..."

I felt impeccably incapacitated by my own incapacity, and Flora groaned bossly.

Hiroaki, who was sitting next to him, captures the words with deafness.

"Mm-hmm. Amand borders the Kingdom of Beltram. I don't think it's gonna be fun for Leezelotte to lose."

and Hiroaki speaks his own opinion.

"It's a boulder. Dear Hiroaki"

Roana praises Hiroaki immediately.

In the meantime, Liezelotte and the Duke of Jugneau were discussing the terms of the contract on support.

On that day, Hiroaki and the others would stay at the mansion of Lieselotte, and the next day they would leave for the royal castle of the Kingdom of Galark.

And the next day, when he dropped off the Flora and the others who had left Amando, Leezelotte faced Aria, the distributor, in the mansion's office.

"The Duke of Jugnault's opponent is quite tired. Uncle Tanuki, I'm here."

and leak stupidity to Aria, who is nearby.

"Good luck. How was Her Royal Highness or the brave?

Aria asks with a face that doesn't let her peek into her emotions.

This is also part of the stress dissipation we do for the Lord.

"I wonder if Her Royal Highness feels like a typical boxed lady. Brave men feel like mediocre youth, too. I have a lot of slightly frivolous remarks or a strong preconceived personality, but rejection is easy to roll over. As the Duke of Jugneau, I wonder if you could get a handkerchief that's easy to deal with."

"You still have a spicy appraisal eye,"

"I don't hate you anything else. Because it's no longer like a habit to analyze your personality by picking up what's good and bad about them, apart from the emotions you like or dislike."

Yes, the observational eye that identifies exactly who they are is a necessary skill to live in an aristocratic society.

And even an unfavorable opponent, without scorn or aversion, will smile and say a relative pleasing statement if necessary.

That is one of the important qualities required of nobility.

The strong chains that connect each other are only interests, and those who hold emotions like likes and dislikes there cannot live well as nobles.

That is Lieselotte's theory.

Nevertheless, it can be more difficult to put it into practice entirely than Lieselotte is also human.

Besides, in many cases aristocracy moving with negative emotions such as jealousy and hatred is profiting the width, which can be very troublesome, but I'll skip it now.

"As far as I can tell, brave people look like childish people, though?

"Oh, you're not spicy enough."

Leezelotte laughs when he dulls,

"Well, whether it's childish or not, it must be an extension of the sense of play for him"

And that's what I added.

"Is it a sense of play?

"Yes. Well, I'm the only one who can know, and I can't explain it well."

Leezelotte breathes small,

"It might be a little harsh to ask for responsibility for your actions."

And so it leaked.

Hiroaki is somewhat of a gaze from the top, tending to put on strengths and weaknesses and deny things, but shows a strong sense of protection and obsession with things he likes.

It's the type of person who is vulnerable to incitement and is happy to talk too much when they shake a good topic.

Probably didn't really involve the public.

That's how Hiroaki looked from Lieselotte.

"On the other hand, the Duke of Jugneau needs to treat him carefully. So, well, isn't it something I worry about that much? I'd be in trouble if I let him get away with it, but the Duke would know enough."

I don't have a problem with the sail being fed smoothly now, but experience suggests that this kind of arrangement often involves shifting responsibilities to others and throwing them.

Then I also have a little trouble as Lieselotte.

- But...

"What an irregular factor for a brave man, maybe you should have been gone."

In a small sigh, Liezelotte groaned blushly with a painful face.