Sevens

In the treasure ball.

As I surrounded the round table with the historical principals, I was stunned by an unusual response.

"Huh? Don't you have the usual measures?

The fifth generation was stunned by my words. And while holding your forehead with your left hand.

"Are you an idiot? I've told you before. Fighting is a number. Even if it's a defensive battle, to some extent, it's tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of big opponents, right? It's that easy to win."

Is the third generation in agreement, laughing as usual?

'You simply can't mask the difference in numbers like this, can you? Just do what you can with a little temporal respite.'

Take off your glasses for the fourth generation.

"You don't think our ancestors have ever come up with the kind of measures we can come up with? It was a failure when the labyrinth broke out. Steadiness is best in times like this."

Then why did you recommend me to go to the front line?

"Does that mean you can't win? Why did you decide to take the front line or something!

Then, the seventh generation laughs niggly.

"Baym's goal is a different victory than Lyell's. I can't even say I lost if I do bame. We will win."

As I leaned my neck, Mr. Mireia stood behind me and sighed.

'Lyell, have a bigger horizon. A small country that rambled the labyrinth. Baym's not going to the rescue, is he? If this outburst is over, could Baym help rebuild the small country? Or we can rule ourselves?

Beim doesn't really want territory.

We are taking a slightly unusual way of governing in any way, and we cannot maintain it even when the territory is extended. No, I don't think there's much in return for maintaining it.

Even when this labyrinth broke out, the neighbouring countries were called to their attention. But it's already late when the neighbors move, and the labyrinth seems to be just waiting for a rampage.

The problem is that the rampant labyrinth is better than Baym, and the demons will surely invade Baym as well.

The Alliance also expected many of the demons to come to the Baym side, and in fact the demons tended to go for a large, populous city.

The third generation will explain to me that I don't understand.

'Well, Baym doesn't stick to the land from that policy. But not all of those countries, right? What's next to the neighborhood, Lyell?

"It's Bansaim. Do we move?

The fourth generation glows with glasses.

"It works. Or there should be troops at the border. It's defensive, but if it's over, there's a chance we'll attack. We can rebuild it for a variety of reasons, but that's the biggest problem... because we can't trust the country that stormed the labyrinth. '

If you ran wild on a neighborhood where people don't live, you can still understand.

Even if there is a labyrinth in a place that no one will visit, it is only natural to delay in dealing with it. But there were lords and such to keep them from doing it.

Historical masters were looking at this defensive battle - where they won.

Fifth generation says.

"Bansaim becomes a neighbor. Even though I can't move right away, Baim is going to respond...... can you feel safe with one poor minister's fort on the border? Worst case scenario, I want Baym to buy me some time. I got the full powers of the fort, and I'm going to move a lot. '

If Baym tells the ultimate story, if the city is safe, that's fine. Even if we lose the surrounding cities and villages, or even if our food self-sufficiency drops dramatically, it is Baym who can rebuild if the city is safe.

The capital of merchants and adventurers can buy food in large quantities with their spare wealth.

For this reason, the main force had consolidated its protection in Beim, a fortified city.

Evacuation is also underway, and many people are gathering in Baym from around the area.

The assembled man would intend to use it as an impromptu soldier.

The fourth generation.

"Shall we build more forts? Not just for this defense. To give Bansaim a glimpse into the future '

"Were you thinking that far? You really like war."

Then the third generation looked frightened.

'What? I hate it. I told you before, didn't I?

"Oh, but..."

As the seventh generation tells me.

'Look, Lyell. It's one of the means of war. It's not something I like to do. "

"No, but we're showing motivation, aren't we?

The fifth generation is kicking ass.

'If you decide to do it, I'll do it thoroughly. Look, I don't want to fight a war if I can, and I shouldn't. It costs money, we lose the talent we raise, we lose supplies... it sucks. Still, if we're going to do it, we're just going to do our best.'

Mr. Mireia did not pinch his mouth.

And while the fourth generation looks at me.

"Lyell, war is also the extension of your usual work, Lord. Avoid it if you can, and also have armaments to prevent your opponent from attacking you in vain. Remember that. It's the same in the fight against demons. Always remember the purpose. Fight because you need it. That's all."

When I saw the four of them with a serious look on their face, I nodded silently.

Then the third generation raised their hands.

"Are we done talking? So let's get back to business...... let's go tell the guild to let people out next! I'm sure I won't let you out!

In the third generation, which seems to be fun, Mr. Mireia has also pinched his mouth.

'Well, then why are you calling me?

'Cause I want the fact that you asked for help and you refused! We need to build up these facts within the present for the future!

'To take power in the future, right? Lovely!'

I saw you two laughing fun, and the fourth generation was bumpy by itself.

"I'd like to squeeze more out of Fidel's bastard. He definitely still has plenty of room. I mean, I regret that Baym hasn't wavered to this extent. '

The fifth generation looks at a three-dimensional map of the area around the fort visible on the round table.

"There are some periods, and there are manpower. If we have the money, we can make a big build-up here. What kind of trap should I make as I prepare a trap...... which one should I?

Nibbling, I was thinking about where to place the trap.

The seventh generation smiled.

'I have the power to fight in the rear anyway. You can put a little through it. And you're taking back the demon stones and materials you recovered. Baym seems to be going to buy it out, but no one's saying he's going to sell it.'

With the third generation laughing.

"Already the fort has an advance team in, and we're getting ready. Baym thinks this place is not going to work anyway, so he said he can do whatever he wants! Let's go flashy!

I looked at the five of them and I thought,

(Lies. These guys are definitely having fun!

- A Baym soldier had taken over [Fort Redant], placed at the border of Baym.

Usually a handful of controlled soldiers were in the fort, and a number of mercenary regiments were hired to defend themselves. I wasn't tingling at the border, but to the extent that I was exorcising demons to ensure my surroundings were safe.

Neighbouring countries are also in debt to Baym and will not barely attack. The fort is formally arranged.

In order to escape the fort, which is such an ornament, a man, the soldier leader, had taken over the charge of coming to the fort.

The opponent is [Noi Badel].

He was the head of the Saint Knights of Zain and had brought more than nine thousand men to the fort.

"Oh, that."

"Still got something?

When Noi said so, the soldier chief saw a new group coming through the streets.

From the flag, soldiers led the Knights of Rolphis. That number is equal to Zain's.

"No, I heard you were going to defend this place, are you serious? It's like a decoration."

The soldier chief thought it was stupid to hear that people from other countries were coming around here to defend themselves.

In fact, however, tens of thousands of troops are gathering in small fortifications. Can we just get ourselves out of here? That's what I'm starting to think.

"Because that's the order. What, I'll keep you out of the back as long as I can. But you're small. I've been through here before, but I've been ordered to wait for Lord Lyell's instructions..."

Noi was originally an adventurer for Baim. Formerly a nobleman and a knight's lineage. It fell and drove all the way to Baym.

But Lyell was given the position of Knight Commander, and now he is the Knight of Zain.

When the soldier chief was baffled, a large box of metal was coming for a fort from another street -.

- The fort was only to be positioned, and the place was suitable for defence.

It was not a place with fortifications on the flat, but a suitable place to place fortifications, even if they did not go as far as natural fortifications.

Clara, who arrived manipulating Damien's porter, borrowed from Damien upon confirmation of information on the fort to Automaton Nos. 2 and 3.

"Shall we then take detailed data and put it together? I know Mr. Lyell is coming, but I also need to know as much about the terrain as I can before then...... are you listening?

Automaton's Nos. 2 and 3 dropped shoulders on the spot with a more unmotivated look than usual.

"I didn't know I could work on your husband's side."

"That pong kotsu poyo poyo stays, why would I... wish I was a scrap"

It has been decided that Lyell will come to the fort later on in May, but the borrowed automatons were not motivated.

"Um, if you don't do your job, I think you'll have trouble when Professor Damien gets here?

When Clara comes up with Damian's name.

"Your husband is not interested in details."

"Well, I'll do what you're told, what you're told. But you can't help but be unmotivated. Because we're maids."

Clara while fixing the position of the glasses with her fingers.

(That, definitely has nothing to do with maids)

With that in mind, I looked back at the fort.

"Take this place for a massive build-up or something... Mr. Lyell, what are you thinking"

Even if we rushed to make the fort bigger, it would be pointless in front of an army of demons that are said to be hundreds of thousands. If it is not specially processed, the fort will be blown away by the demonic attack.

Tools and the like have been loaded onto Damian's large porter and brought, but now we'll build a fort and it'll just look like it in time.

Clara plans to immediately check the surrounding conditions and return the large porter to Baym. So I pick up my stuff and come back here again.

Aria had been chosen to escort Clara like that.

Coming down from the porter, he was holding the spear and making a stretch.

"Hey, are you sure it's okay for Mr. Adele and Mr. Maxim to give instructions over here?

Clara nodded as Aria asked.

"That's Mr. Lyell's instructions. Mr. Adele seems to be good at that, and Mr. Maxim is an escort."

Clara and the others who arrived at the fort first.

And Adele came down from Porter carrying me by Maxim. I got drunk along the way and was useless.

Maxim is speaking to Adele worried.

"Ma'am, are you okay?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't..."

Aria looks anxious to see Adele like that.

"You're all right, aren't you?

Clara worried a little, then just snorted...

When I went to ask for manpower at Alliance headquarters, I was gently refused.

I asked him to send some good people, but he still turned me down because he seemed to concentrate on urban defense.

With Nowem and Miranda, I was out of Alliance headquarters looking for Mr. Launo's office.

Can't Miranda understand my behavior?

"You've pulled back a lot of clams. I thought we were gonna negotiate more? They were surprised the other way around."

If this one negotiates, he may have sent someone he doesn't want to lose.

But that would have been better not to be cooperative from the start.

"It made sense. I could tell you that I couldn't help you."

That's all Miranda understood or narrowed her eyes.

"I don't know what you're going to do, but I think it's too soon to be hostile to the Alliance."

Nowem says nothing about my actions.

It's just...

"Dear Lyell, what about Mr. Eva? Even if we can get help from the elves, in numbers, will it reach hundreds or not?

Eva had called on her peers to speak up and cooperate. I really wanted Nowem to speak up, but he turned me down with an ambiguous grin.

If you ask me a few questions, I might have heard from you, but you're interrupting at my discretion.

"I can count on even a few hundred. Formerly a hunting people. The people who moved to the city would have thrown out their bows, but there's a song. Information manipulation, don't you think it's important?

Miranda shrugged her shoulders.

"Are you thinking about the post-victory thing now? Lyell still has a lot of songs."

I needed to make connections from within now on. And I want bigger fame, too.

At that time, it was important to have the singer, the elf, on his side.

Nowem, look at me.

"Whatever Lord Lyell wants"

I'm just saying that.

(Winning here is not the ultimate goal. Yes. My purpose is-)

I still don't think it's a fire on the other shore, and I haven't seen Ceres behind me with the fear of a demon in front of me -.

I needed you to have a sense of crisis.

And before I get a sense of crisis, I need to earn a certain reputation...

As I walked with the two of them, I heard Mr. Mireia. Looking at Miranda, it seemed like I had something to think about.

'You're talented, aren't you? But you're still a little short. Lyell, will you invite Miranda to the treasure ball someday? Oh, Shannon's with you, right?

I just had a bad feeling about it.