Sevens

- Large conference room at Castle Russowerth.

"Prime Minister Rettle, it was those of your faction who were connected to the Lord of Galleria. Doesn't this responsibility have to be taken in some way?

Surrounded by armed soldiers, Rettle, the prime minister, had an inner look that bit down the bitter worm. But on the surface, he has a fallen in love look.

"Well, I don't remember you. I don't even remember giving you instructions."

Intermediate, junior officials were at the centre, leading soldiers to detain some of the heavy towns with evidence, and to state guilt.

Equally surrounded by soldiers, Elsa sits on the throne and watches the situation without saying anything. Some of the soldiers were wizards in robes...... a woman stood with a cane and on the other side stood a woman with a spear wearing a robe in the same way.

I guess they're both people with arms to observe from the atmosphere.

(These guys, did you hire someone with quite an arm? I can't move poorly. Nevertheless, there is a little girl who is ungrateful for not helping me!

Lettle hasn't let me say anything about internal affairs, but I came here and that was the vendetta. Elsa won't give the order to save Lettle.

Most of all...

"But is there any reason why you, the leader of the faction, are nothing? Voluntary caution, unless you pull into your own mansion for two months."

Hearing the other side's demands, Lettle stroked his neat beard to pinch it with his fingers. I can't stop laughing inside.

(Well, I understand that these guys would be behind on their affairs without me too... I have sharpened my power by hard means, but was there any wisdom that it was impossible any more!

Lettle, confident in his internal affairs arms, was concerned about dispositions that were too sweet. Then you'd better take the initiative and be punished here. That's what I thought.

"You agree with that. Okay. Let me be discreet on my own. I just want to make sure that in two months without me, the government doesn't get delayed. Our work depends on the lives of the people. Your Majesty, would that be all right?

The conference room, Lettle, who said so to Elsa, had a courteous but disrespectful gaze at the Queen.

(Totally, there's a useless little girl outside the battlefield)

Elsa closes her eyes slightly, then slowly opens them...

"... the Chancellor has been home prudent for two months. What about the disposal of the others?

A central figure, an intermediate official, lowered his head deeply.

"These are the people who were connecting with the enemy and fattening their own personal bellies. I was wondering if I deserved an extreme sentence."

Elsa said to stand up.

"Then do it."

That's what I said and left the conference room. Heavy towns surrounded by heavily sentenced soldiers, and high-ranking officials scream.

"Chi, no! By order of the Chancellor!

"It's not just me! Neither is this guy! This guy's betraying you, too!

"Don't be ridiculous! How come we're the only ones... why don't you guys shut up too!

And when there were others connected with the lord of Galleria, those who were taken by the soldiers cried out -

- The Royal Mansion of Lord Galleria.

Gracia, who gathers the crowds, declares with dignity.

"There is a lord who betrayed the Duke's royal family and insisted on Russowerth. Evidence was already available, and punishment was handed down in Lusoworth for some high-ranking officials. But there's nothing for us? In the royal name of Lord Galleria, I declare a crusade!

There were several lords who had not participated in the meeting, and their face was treated as a traitor.

It was originally numerous, and some scolded the traitors with their faces that did not eat. But the gods...

"But only because the enemy did."

"I just sent out soldiers before. I can't move now."

"Wouldn't it be better if we did more research?

It was passive. Especially since the Hordes, to whom we are also connected, are in a terrible hurry. Those who had not betrayed him were also aware that crusading was difficult without being in a situation where soldiers could be put out.

So, Gracia...

"Then let's say the Duke royal family moves alone. If you leave the traitor alone, Galleria will be insulted!

While the perimeter was passive, Gracia, Galleria's greatest force, said it would move. Ladies and gentlemen - the Lords could not argue because of their grievances, but also their legitimacy.

However, I do not believe that even the Duke Royal Family can prepare a satisfactory number of soldiers at present, so the Hordes decide to obey that judgment.

No matter how strong, Gracia alone had determined that it would be difficult to rule the territory she had taken, even if she had won, to process it afterwards.

If we fail, and it is time to send out soldiers, we will join in with reinforcements and divide our territories, and we will pay them.

Russowerth, with Galleria moving hard.

I was doing paperwork in the village of Rolphis, close to both countries. I mean the paperwork, I scratch my hair while reading a letter from Baim.

The problem now is a request from Mr Fidel.

"Take away the authority of the merchants supporting the Chancellor in Lusoworth? Besides, give me one more authority than a merchant in a complicated Galleria? That son of a bitch... he's asking for a price to support us all the time. Not a word of that before..."

In the rebuilt house, I was offered tea by the Valkyrie I drank it all at once.

It's cold and delicious, but it's still not like Nowem or Monica's tea somewhere.

"Thanks."

Thankfully, No. 1 bowed his head and poured the change into the cup as it was. Put the pen in your mouth and the fourth generation will advise you that I am worried about what to do with this problem.

"Lyell, opponent - Fidel, you don't think it all goes through either. It would be satisfactory if Lyell handled it somewhat. As a result, local merchant dissatisfaction turns to Lyell. '

Let me handle it, make me turn my grievances on you. Or let Mr. Gracia or Mr. Elsa direct that grievance.

Mr. Gracia might as well do the opposite. But Mr. Elsa would have liked to have handled it well.

"I need Mr. Gracia to surround me with some dissatisfaction, and I also need to put on a step to take you to the throne of the Duke sooner rather than later... Well, what about Mr. Elsa"

This is Russowerth, where the Chancellor is sometimes popular, and the poor response will soon cause dissatisfaction. At any rate, the prime minister is disliked in the provinces, but he still has high praise in the capital for his actions in thinking of the country, being made to wipe the butts of idiots from the same faction, etc.

(With a central focus, he was undoubtedly a wonderful prime minister to the inhabitants of the vicinity of the capital. You're a real pain in the ass, this guy)

It was just a hassle to ignore Mr. Fidel. There was a need for support, and there was also a need to consider receiving support from other Baym merchants.

The fourth generation seems to enjoy watching me troubled.

'You should worry about a lot. And should the information be based on the right one? Eliminate your hopes and expectations at all and base them on solid information.'

"... the Chancellor will let you lose your legs intact within close range. Suppose the merchant you were supporting has someone to support you next... no, let the merchant at Baym support you from now on"

I thought about it a lot and weighed the pros and cons.

That's how I envisioned it, and Monica, who was equally connected on the line, processed the information gathered by the mass-produced Valkyries to let me know.

But exchanges using this line... they scratch their magic plain. There's a lot of distance, but above all, there's a lot of information being exchanged through me.

I want you to give me a break, but I decided to be patient because I needed it.

The information sent by Monica was to tell us that Galleria had entered a state of war with some of her lords.

Looks like a hundred man battle on a scale. In Galleria, the Duke Royal Family has the most power. As a result, victories could easily be grasped in such circumstances.

"... if you have a big name, you can keep your mouth shut."

There was the fact that I betrayed him, and my surroundings didn't complain about the royal response, or I guess I couldn't say it strongly.

I decided to send the Valkyries immediately to gather information on the new territory. It's just that in these cases, it's faster for me to get on the ground.

"When you're done here head to Galleria... no, go back to Baim and report to Eva... no, we need a detailed meeting in Lusoworth..."

I was going to crash into my desk.

I felt that the fourth generation was looking at the situation as Nico from the treasure ball.

Baym.

Waiting for the Vera Trace to arrive at the harbor, I told Eva and May to give a penny and let them go free in Baim for a while.

Eva also has a job at Baym, so she tells me to come and play with her.

It was Mr. Fidel, the biggest supporter - no, I'm in the mood for the Trace family - who rode May's back to Baym.

Having said that, the purpose of this time is Vera.

When the large ship arrived at the port, the taraps were mounted and the sailors had come down from there to begin work.

Then one of the sailors noticed me.

"Aren't you Lyell's husband!

I raise my right hand gently and say hello and the sailor will call Vera out loud. Then Vera, with her face off the deck, noticed me.

"What..." said Lyell!

When Vera comes out of the boat in a hurry, I pick Vera up.

"Long time no see. I didn't see you before, so I'm here to see you."

Then Vera lit up.

"Didn't you say you were busy with Galleria or Russowerth? Well, I'm glad..."

"I thought I'd eat with you, too. Look, I can't wait to do something once in a while either... well, somehow, let me enjoy my meal!

Vera snorted a little at my request, but she laughed and nodded at me. I don't like the fact that I'm just letting them give me money, so this time I decided to luxury it with the money I earned.

"I don't mind being weird. I was wondering if you'd enjoy it this time."

While I was talking to Vera, I decided to wait until her work came to a close. When Vera returns to the ship to pick up her luggage, a voice is heard from inside the treasure ball.

Fourth generation. Recently, the fourth generation in particular speaks up to me.

"Lyell, you're not gonna turn into a hippo for once."

(... I know)

- Within the treasure balls, our contemporaries in history saw the sight of Lyell dining with Vera alone.

Mireia watches the two of us dine in a fancy shop for a price.

'Somehow, it's so nascent to be letting all those women samurai around you, or pity...... it's funny to watch'

Lyle herself, eating at these fancy stores is perfect. But I'm talking to Vera, but I can't get anywhere.

I was letting them watch out.

The third generation is watching Nico as he looks at Lyell like that.

'I guess some of this is different fun when you get used to it. Ma, Lyell didn't really think about Harlem himself. Unlike all affirmative Nowem, I'm sure there's a lot to think about.'

Mireia whines Nowem's name.

'Is it Nowem...... well, that kid affirms Lyell for better or worse. You showed all that pity, but you didn't abandon Lyell often. After all, it's the blood muscle of the Foxz family.'

The Walt family is cared for by generations of lords and clans by the Foxz family. I've had years where I just don't think that's strange, and I thought the face on this occasion was something like that in the past.

The fifth generation looks at Lyell, bewildered by Vera, who suddenly blushed.

'This guy's scared because he's vegan and dictating sometimes. You mean you can't usually, but you never take it off in such an important place... you're not actually after it?

The seventh generation was laughing as he saw Vera blushing at Lyell's word.

"At this rate, World War II Maiden, no, you want two witches to do the same."

In that, only the fourth generation looked at Lyell with a bitter laugh or lonely expression. While watching the footage shown on the ceiling in the treasure ball.

'... the truth is, Nowem and I are somewhere far away. I guess that's Lyell's happiness to escape to a place out of Celeste's reach and spend a non virgin. Lyell will choose his path to battle Ceres. "

Mireia was gazing at the fourth generation and then shifting her gaze to the fifth generation to stare. The fifth generation diverts its gaze from Mireia.

Mireia sighing.

'How can you be so stubborn already... Fourth Generation, No, Grandpa'

"What?

The eyeglasses were positioned correctly at the fingertips, and the fourth generation, sitting in a chair and legging together, placed their assembled hands on their knees. He looks at Mireia and smiles.

"I'm a guide for Lyell. Historical emperors want to play a role, but I think Ryer needs more wisdom than his fourth generation skills right now. '

Hearing that, the fourth generation was laughing. I didn't make a fool of myself, I wasn't crazy, I just smiled.

'You're going to say something nice. Do you need my knowledge more than my skills?... Sure, I guess so. It's a tool if you stick your skills in it. It's our job to teach them to treat it well. But I'm glad to hear we're worth it.'

With pleasure, the fourth generation seemed a little lonely.

'But, you know, Lyell needs to be on his own someday. That's the way Lyell chose to go, and we'll only get in the way in the future. It's easy to plant my way into Lyell like this, but if you keep doing that, you're going to crush the Lyell-like way. You don't have to choose my way until you crush new possibilities.'

A third generation opened its mouth without gazing at the fourth generation. Eyes look at the sight outside reflected in the treasure ball ceiling.

'... I guess I should have disappeared first. Skills are too good and hard. "

Is it a joke, or is it serious, it's not an issue in itself?

The fourth generation laughs bitterly, but tells the third generation, my father.

'Third generation, no... Dad seems to be able to do well in any situation, so don't worry, you can leave Lyell to you. I admire that skill, that vicious skill, that has been worldly in a delicate position.'

The third generation is with Bosoli.

'It doesn't sound like you respect me, though. But it's a good time. "

The seventh generation was silent when they heard such conversations between father and son.

Couldn't the fifth generation stand the atmosphere?

"It's time for the" Needy Sun ”to come out. Do you do that later in time?

The fourth generation laughed heavily when they heard it.

'Yeah, I'm really sorry to hear that. I'd like to see Sun get a little more Lyell... but let's inherit his skills and disappear before then. That's right. I didn't think I'd miss you so much at first. I didn't know you were going to expect that from that unreliable Lyell.'

The fourth generation smiled and watched Lyell, reflected in the ceiling and horny while dining with Vera -