Sevens

Temple in the capital of Zayn.

The temple, as if it were a castle, seemed to shine in the light of day. The blue sky was spreading and the people of the capital were gathered around.

This is where there was a war not long ago. But now he was regaining his composure.

In a hurry, the promotion of the Holy Knights to the official Knights was announced, as was the dismantling of the Holy Knights.

Using Aura Zain as the Virgin, a new system was about to be built.

At the ceremony, those who had merit this time were aligned.

But Mr. Crate, the vice president of the Holy Knights, was turning his gaze to the side in dissatisfaction. At the end of his gaze, Mr. Albano is aligned with a niggling look.

Mr. Albano's men are also in line, and this time he was on the spot with credit for his achievements on the back.

Mr. Crate, who didn't know that, seems abominable.

I whispered to Mr. Crate, wearing armor that was only neat to the exterior.

"Mr. Crate, we're at the ceremony."

Mr. Crate, who is going to regret it, turns forward and tells me a novel.

"Mr. Lyell, why did you invite Albano? He has no will, no loyalty."

Serious Mr. Crate is certainly excellent. But when it came to managing the Knights, there was also the downside that they were really too serious.

To make up for Mr. Crate, I thought I needed Mr. Albano.

"I asked him out. Besides, it's hard for Mr. Crate to work on the back, right? They'll do research, gossip, all kinds of important work."

"That's why! I'll leave that to him..."

As the ceremony progressed, Mr. Crate was always grumpy.

I'm busy working on the design of the new system. Anyway, there aren't many civilians. Martial officers are mostly amateur gatherings.

In addition, the Holy Knights disintegrated, so we had to form a new unit.

(... not enough time. I can't. When I do everything here, I get time on a yearly basis)

The blue treasure balls lowered around his neck have a history of contemporary skills and records.

Though I am glad to have listened to the advice of my past emperor, I have been curious lately.

(Still, you've been quiet lately)

Usually it was about May, but I haven't heard back from this one lately unless he talks to me.

I'm curious, but I couldn't afford to be too busy asking why.

Besides, the operation was about to move to the next phase.

(Well, it's Selva next, isn't it? Rolphis moves dull, but I guess he's okay)

With a quick victory at Zayn, the policy was about to be shifted to maintaining the status quo on the Rolphis side.

(Ha, does it work for me again)

At the end of the ceremony, I will organize the paperwork in the office I was given.

Nowem, Miranda, Monica, and Clara are the ones who can help. At times like this, Shannon to Aria, and Eva and May are useless.

There was a pile of paperwork on the desk, and I heard a fourth generation processing it.

'Hmm, should I split the amount because this is important? Whoa, not that way. You're intentionally wrong, not miscalculated. The guy who created it is incompetent. Keep your name down. You're demoted. The next paperwork... oh, high priority, but I don't know if I can do it now'

The paperwork that comes around, obviously wasn't good for me to look at. Besides, it involves a wide variety of tasks, and Zain's information is out of the question for me right now.

The reason they're turning such jobs around - it was a serious shortage of manpower.

When the door to the room was knocked, the Temple officials brought in a large amount of paperwork even across my room.

Looking at the paperwork as I pulled my cheeks, the officials.

"Oh, um... at the behest of Grand Cleric Gastone. Because it's still going to take some time to get the clergy back from the province."

I leaned down and pointed to where I'd put the paperwork. When you take the cleaned up papers, ask Clara for a job.

"Clara, please sort the paperwork"

Rising from her chair, Clara had a tired look at the boulder when she saw the mountain where the new documents were placed.

A word.

"If this is a book, I don't feel tired."

That's what I was saying, sorting the paperwork. The reason I'm cleaning up the paperwork that comes up is because the clerics were opposition factions to the high priests who were in the temple.

I also thought about taking it in, but the fourth generation has a word.

'Oh, these guys can't use it. It would be annoying to send it to the region. in exile.'

Because that's what I said.

Thanks to you, Mr. Gastone has been up all night, and mine is taking turns taking a break. Monica cleaned up the paperwork more than I could have imagined, so I was helpful.

But they come one after the other, so I can't process them in time.

Monica shakes her blonde twin tail.

"Why paper medium! If this were electronic data, it would be more efficient! I can manage a country like this by myself!

I'm watching Monica.

"Are you tired? You can take a break now. Take turns with Miranda."

Miranda was taking a nap on the couch and told her to replace it with Monica. Then Monica stood up and spread her hands.

"What is that attitude? Please don't hesitate! I did my best! Behind the night, we have costumes, armor, improved porters... and yet it's too light to handle! They call me the Holy Knight of Love or something, and the chicken bastard isn't the Tengu!

I got upset and stood up and pointed at Monica.

"Even I like it and they don't call me the Sacred Knight of Love or anything! I said rest if you're tired, and you don't like it!

Monica.

"CHICK YOU!! No matter how you tell the chicken bastard how awesome I am. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! And snacks later."

You calmed down when you screamed, Monica tried to leave the room to prepare tea.

Then, while Clara sorted the paperwork.

"I'm in a sandwich"

Nowem, who handled the paperwork lightly, also looked up.

"In the same thing. Because it would be easier to prepare."

Monica, murmured by Nowem's words, has turned her gaze to me.

"... sandwiches and drinks for three. No, get me four."

Slowly getting up on the couch was Miranda with messy hair. I was about to sleep, and when I stretched my back, my shirt chest was open and I could see my bra.

If you stray from your gaze immediately, the fourth generation.

"Lyell, your face is red. What are you doing with all this? '

When I thought it was May, the fifth generation told me about the fourth generation.

'... no, you have a red face too? If my mom was here, she'd be beating me up.'

"Don't fall apart!

When I look at the paperwork, Monica is going to regret trying to leave the room.

"Even though I don't respond to my flirty appeal...... this chicken bastard ooh!!"

I left the room pretending to cry. But the door closes tightly. He is a disciplined man.

When the room is quiet, Miranda also leaves the room to wash her face. They all resumed their work without talking.

- The royal castle of Rolphis.

There, Lomboldt was gathering ministers for a meeting.

"The other day, Zayn officially came for an alliance. This is good. But at the same time, he said," Let's move on to the example. "

A few days had already passed since May delivered the letter.

An official envoy has visited Rolphis to apologize, and has told him that Aura cannot move as things stand. The situation is the only one, and neither does Rolphis want Aura to come to apologize.

In the first place, Aura has not much to do with Zain's invasion of Rolphis. Instead, he was on his side from the Rolphis side.

It's just an example of a problem - it was about invading Selva together.

One of the ministers.

"If you can't get your territory back from Zayn, take it from Selva. Restoring national power is imperative. What do you need to hesitate about! Besides, we should've convinced each other that, right?

And the Knight Commander.

"... There are also a large group of mercenaries gathered in Rolphis. If we don't fight like this, maybe they will loot in the country. I support the invasion of Selva."

Lomboldt, the Chancellor, also made a deal with Gastone.

After Zayn's recapture, we invaded Selva together and said the territory belonged to Rolphis. Instead of returning a place that was originally Rolphis' territory, it came together in a story about sending out soldiers.

But I didn't even think Lomboldt would win this far.

Lomboldt also wants to genuinely invade and restore his national power. But I also grabbed the fact that Selva was moving behind...

"Her Royal Highness refuses. The war is over. Besides, he didn't even think about breaking Dario's engagement."

Heavy towns in the country who want to hold their heads. One of them waved his fist down the table.

"What are you thinking! What do you mean, forgive me? Chancellor, you failed to educate Her Royal Highness!

To the angry minister, the chief of the knighthood stares.

"I shall not have listened to what I have just said. But not next."

The minister waved his fist down the table again in frustration. Everyone felt the same way. If no one keeps their mouth open for a while, Rombolt will.

"We won too much. It's also vivid. If you end up here, the damage is minimal."

The Lyells' victory was too vivid, and Rolphis was delayed in responding.

Anyway, because I thought it would take months - or years. I never thought I'd accomplish that in a short time.

Lomboldt was also going to turn his national sentiments - grievances - on Selva if harm were done. But the war ended to the extent that there was a skirmish.

One of the ministers is.

"Don't be ridiculous! I know that national sentiment matters too. But you know what's going on here! With what thoughts we have endured... some say the knights have become adventurers and turned to earn money, abandoned their swords, and held their hands."

More than twenty years ago...

Zayn took the territory of Rolphis. When Fort Neunir was on the front lines.

But it was also true that all that time had passed and that the princess had also been born afterwards, which she took for granted.

Lomboldt sighed.

"... instead of cowering Selva and not attacking him. What really scares me is Zain. How can you say that you will not be made an advance soldier in the Selva invasion and Rolphis will not be taken as it is? There's only a hundred of them who took Zayn. Wouldn't Rolphis be able to take that hand now, too?

That's what they said, and the heavy towns shut their mouths.

When I saw it between my eyes, I wasn't that conscious. Alette said, a brilliant adventurer... From standing up, he was thought to be a knight collapse.

But when I looked into it, the name of the Walt family in the great Bansaim came up.

Although the Gorges of Bansaim, their territory is greater than that of Rolphis and others. Are you sure he's the son of the strongest Walt family in Bansaim?

I thought so, but now that had nothing to do with that.

Either way, Lyell stole the country with a hundred men, even though it was awesome just to break the great army with an oligarchy. That fact frightened Lomboldt.

Then the Knight Commander opened his mouth.

"But it's also true that I responded to the deal. We may attack you here on the grounds of unilateral breach of contract. There are still mercenaries left in Zayn."

The heavy towns were in the mood of being danced on Lyell's palm. I'm scared to keep my word. I'm scared to break it.

The meeting came to an end, with no conclusions -.

"Rolphis can't move"

Stuck on my desk, I wanted to cry about the pile of paperwork I couldn't clean up and the status quo I couldn't move.

Nowem will rub my back.

"Yes, it's okay, Master Lyell. You'll just be confused there and there now, and something to be ready for soon."

When I looked up, I saw a pile of paperwork and despaired.

"... I promised to join you until the next war. If I don't finish, I'm gonna keep doing paperwork like this, okay?

Then Miranda, who stood up, tried to flirt and go outside.

"Miranda?"

"I'll bring Aria and the others. I don't have enough manpower. Tell me a little bit about the paperwork..."

It looked like he was trying to drag the Arias into this hell somewhere, not Miranda, where he usually could afford it.

I stopped Miranda.

"Remember your first day! You've come to the conclusion that it's a waste of time teaching Aria. You think it's gonna take weeks for one of us to tell you all about it?

Then Miranda, looking back, was about to cry.

"Because! If things don't work like this, we're never getting out of this job!

They're cornered. We were cornered now more than on the battlefield.

Look at the pile of paperwork, too, Nowem.

"Monica has other work to do, too. I'm entrusting you with a job that we can't do. Both Aura and Selma are busy. Besides, Mr. Gastone is equal to or better than this one."

They call back the clerics of the same faction, they work, but they still don't make it.

I looked at the paperwork on my desk.

It's Mr. Crate's letter.

The paperwork was accompanied by the unification of the Saint Knights' weapons and the design.

I have a fourth generation voice. It was a dry laugh.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha And Lyell, shall I give you a plain increase in the training and work of the crates? Looks like we can still afford it."

While I am determined to increase Mr. Crate's work in my heart, I think.

(Why is Rolphis not moving! If we keep this up, we're not getting out of this hell!