Sevens

- Gina waited for Vera, her sister, who returned from the harbor to the mansion.

I called in to talk about something important, and I made Vera and I have a room ready to talk. It is rare for sisters to use the room for business discussions with guests, etc.

Gina called to those places and said as she touched her red hair, looking at Vera, her sister.

The room is starting to tilt and a little dim.

"Sister, let me be clear. Can you stop contributing money to that guy now? It's not just your sister's problem."

To the words of his sister, Gina, Vera took the cup away from her mouth.

"... that's not your father's order, is it? What's the matter now? Besides, I don't even have a hand in the Trace family property."

Gina truncated such a sister's statement.

"If your sister supports you, it looks like the Trace family is behind you! Plus, moving a lot of money to your father... some of us are anxious. More ships, more hands to port development."

Vera narrowed her eyes. Vera, a sister to Gina, has long been known as the Goddess of Fortune and others, moving ships and contributing to the Trace family. So I knew that the work story was also about Fidel, my father.

It's not that Gina herself doesn't have the knowledge, but I also know that the experience is enormous in the sense of being in action like that.

But even the Trace family has many doubts about their support for Lyell.

Vera is pale.

"Can you monopolize the commercial use of the port? And two. Gina must know, given the scale, that it would be of great benefit to the Trace family?

Gina wants to rebel against Vera. Sure, the Trace family could be even bigger, but her sister, Vera, often left Baim, underestimating something called balance.

Gina was vigilant about the breakdown of factions and power relations.

"... I know it's going to be a big profit. But what does that make you think it's coming from a merchant in Baim?

Vera says.

"It's your father's business around here. You can balance it so that we don't feel just delicious about ourselves. And if you sell it, it's profitable."

Grace is also profitable. Gina has been silent because of the chilled out part of Vera that says so. But not now.

"And about Lyell? Is it just a loss account?

When Gina abandoned Lyell, Vera's gaze became daunting.

"... stop calling me out. I'm just helping out as much as I can. You know you're not the only one who supports your daughter because she's sweet."

"So I want your sister and your father to stop already. We're both too caught up in our immediate greed. Baym's not that sweet."

Vera, my sister, is obsessed with Lyell, and Fidel, my father, is obsessed with the monopoly of the port.

So I don't see exactly what Baym is going to do with Lyell. Gina was deciding that.

That was right in a way.

"I'll do whatever you want."

When Vera found it difficult to convince her, Gina communicated her candid thoughts.

"Sister, that man isn't that sweet. I'll throw it away if my sister doesn't have value for money. You know Zayn, Fort Redant, and what we've been doing in Galleria and Russowerth, right? He's dangerous. She's just a purse dealer."

Ignoring Gina's advice, Vera stood up.

"... I understand that. But you're not bothering me. It wasn't bad about Roland. Now... that's enough."

When Vera left the room, Gina dropped him off. When I lost sight of my sister, I narrowed my eyes as I carried the cup to my mouth.

"My sister kicked me out of the house, and if he dumps me, I'll help you. 'Cause we're sisters... sisters, what looks good on the boat. You'll do your best for Roland. You can work hard for the man you used to like, so that's fine."

It's like Gina assuming she gets dumped, but she had a reason to just move, too. Because if the Trace family is going to be any bigger, that feat will make Lyell and Vera more likely to get married.

In doing so, it was not a good idea in Roland to maintain an even bigger Trace family. The roots are serious and the worker, but that's not enough to divide a swollen trace family.

When that happens, it will be Lyell, and practically Vera, who will divide the house.

What's more, Fidel would pull Gina and Roland apart to keep the house and hasten a political marriage.

For Gina, I absolutely didn't like that. That's why we acted...

South of Baim.

I was wiping my forehead sweat in that undeveloped spot at all.

I felt hotter than Baim, either because it was still hot in season or because it was south.

Nowem and Clara, Eva and May are moving apart to make a request from the guild. The demon crusade and the rebuilding of the village meant they were headed for you.

Mine came to crusade the discovered labyrinth.

The entrance was within the gates of the old fort, and the labyrinth was as if the passage of that fort continued.

A pine light was available, but a creepy purple flame illuminated the passage. Thankful because it's better than nothing.

Occasionally, labyrinths also appear in these artificial buildings. Often the undead become a wandering labyrinth, destined for immediate crusade.

The undead will disappear if many take them down, and the only stone left is the demon stone. Even though they don't have the material, they are troublesome and very troublesome demons when it comes to defeating them.

There are even rumors that it has been destroyed on the battlefield and that the resentment is creating a labyrinth.

We were sent to such a place, but they were pushing the labyrinth, which was judged not to be much money due to those circumstances.

The entrance to the fort is labyrinthine, but its surroundings are run-down. The trees spread around, and the land was in terrible condition.

I'm looking at Miranda and her labyrinth.

"What are we going to do? It's possible for us to try alone, but we don't get much in return. Besides, I don't have Alliance officials coming to investigate this area.... Hey, how are we treating you, not bad?

Miranda was naturally angry, and she told us to crusade the Labyrinth with little support.

East Branch, that's more of a move in HQ than that.

From within the treasure ball, the fifth generation looks at the current situation.

'... when that happens, is it time? That was faster than I thought. Well, on the contrary, it's better than taking it in.'

The historical principals, who expected this to happen, did not look in a hurry. Relax for the third generation, etc.

"Besides, if you've been entrusted here, why don't you buy some time and find out what's going on? If it's going to work, it will be after Lyell returns to Baym. '

While taking advantage of this situation, I was trying to explore Baym's movements. They're the same people I can count on, but I don't want to turn to my enemies. I'm starting to feel sorry for Baim.

I'm against Miranda.

"... the request is a request. I'll hold on to my job. Take your time. Before Nowem and the others return, do you want to lay the groundwork?"

Miranda looked at me and put her hand on her forehead.

"Take the time, it's just a hassle. There's no hierarchy there, is there? The chest is a little too many, and the demons are all undead, so let's get this over with."

When Miranda gave me her opinion, there Monica rushed to me. I mean, he's in a hurry, or he looks like he's competing with something.

When he came to slip in front of me, he decided to pose and report back.

"Chicken bastard! This Monica, I found a labyrinth nearby! Praise me. Give me this Monica! Come on, come on!!"

Then three fists flew in Monica. When the beaten Monica blows from before me, the arm connected to the wire returns to its owner.

There, Valkyrie I, II and III stood in Monica with their weapons.

"We're the ones who found it!

"You thief cat!

"Take the Iron Fist Sanction!

He shifted his gaze from the three bodies who posed faceless to Monica. I saw Monica standing up spinning fast with a big drill in her arms.

Twin tails impress me if they don't tangle well.

"All of this pompous degradation...... to report to the chicken bastard or to be praised! It's this Monica thing that pisses me off, too! Scrap him on this occasion. Yikes!!"

Monicas who started the fight. Miranda shrugged her shoulders when I sighed. Then, Valkyries - the mass-producers have reported the situation to me and Miranda. While Monica and I were arguing, it looks like she made some material to report to us.

"Master, this is the material. Miranda, please."

Miranda, who received it, says thank you.

"Thank you. I'm not more attentive than Monica. Except for Lyell, she's a mess."

That's what I'm gonna say. Turn the dossier, Miranda.

When I looked at the materials, I found that there was a labyrinth nearby. It was a very nearby cave-shaped labyrinth that tasted good when viewed as a labyrinth.

"... I hope this one is quite good"

They were still investigating the first and second basements, and there were no complaints about the breadth of the aisle. It's supposed to be an example of a labyrinth, and I tried to report this to Baim as me... and it could be stopped by the seventh generation.

'Lyell, you're still the man I have. All right, keep this quiet with Baim.'

I sent Miranda my gaze. Miranda sees me holding the treasure ball and nods silently. And I was gazing at the material.

I know what's going on, so I can talk to Miranda about her voice from inside the treasure ball.

"Are you going to keep quiet? I don't know what Baym's gonna say."

'Never mind. You just have to make it look like it's taking a while. If you are in the labyrinth of the fort, crush it quickly and investigate the labyrinth of hope slowly. Besides... don't you think this neighborhood is really good? Yes, the second baim really deserves it'

I somehow understood what the seventh generation was thinking, and I nodded convincingly. Climbing a little higher, I could see the ocean.

Mireia seems happy.

"Oh, there's a place where you can build a harbor."

The third generation is to be convinced.

'As much as there is a fort, maybe it used to be an important place. Hmm, maybe we should think about the future? I'm sure merchants will regain their former glory in less than a hundred years to make this place look like Baim.... let me regulate!

I think I'm thinking about something terrible again, and Miranda looks at me with an unpleasant look.

"Is that how you were having a conversation when you were with us?

That's what I've heard. When I snorted, I let go of the treasure balls and gave instructions to the Valkyries.

"Go back to Baym and deliver a letter to the Damians. And do the caveman survey. The fort will be crushed once and for all... Now, do you want to make it easier to live in the area?"

I looked around, leaving out the still contending Monicas and giving them instructions.

Flying a big drill in both arms, Monica was screaming.

"Double drill knuckle!"

"Sweet!"

"It looked so clear...... WHAT!

"To, a bunk...!

Sounds exciting, but I'm on my way to those Monicas.

"Look, you guys are working too. Come here, come here."

Then Monica, with a big metal fist in her arm, stops perfectly and puts her weapon in. He ran towards me with dust.

"Yes, more important than all these scraps are the chicken bastards. And keep up the important reports."

"- Oh, that's enough because I heard that."

When I said I heard Monica's report and refused, I went to the tent with Miranda. Monica was solidifying with a delightful look on her face, pointing her finger at the Valkyries and taking the trick of laughing.

I thought it would be inconvenient not to have a look, and I decided to talk to Damien.

- At Lyell's mansion in Baim, Adele was reading a letter.

Maxim looked anxiously at how it was going.

"What do you say, lady?

What Maxim is worried about is the situation in their own territory, which is their home town. This is how Adele was regularly informed.

"I was anxious because I hadn't heard from you in a while since the defense battle, but it looks fine. Maybe you're less interested if you don't resist. Now it looks like we're fighting other resisting lords."

Maxim heard it and dropped his shoulder.

"Can't you manage to stop the resistance? It's just for now. That way, as early as a few years..."

In a few years Lyell could move, and to Maxim, who tried to say so, Adele shook her neck to the side.

"The maximum force that can be moved in a coalition of four countries will be a little over 40,000 at most, without backward support. Whether it will reach 50,000 even if the internal affairs work well in a few years. That's not enough. When it comes to fighting Bansaim, you'll need a hundred thousand even if you quote less. Still, Mr. Lyell will have to keep winning with minimal damage and bring up the nobles in Bansaim... but if we make that wait, the Lords in Bansaim will be exhausted too"

Maxim felt the power of Bansaim, the great power, from the outside. I didn't think so when I was inside, but the difference in national power is too harsh.

Hundreds of thousands of Bansaim troops will be available in the centre alone, holding down the central part of the continent and even spreading. $200,000 to $300,000 if you can't.

With the armies of the mighty gods there, we can prepare ten times more troops than ourselves.

Maxim says.

"After all, cooperation from neighbouring countries is mandatory, is it? But it doesn't really involve other countries in Bansaim's domestic problems."

Adele was a source of concern.

"I know, but it's an emergency. It will be necessary enough to give the neighbouring countries the land they are taking away from each other. Besides, I don't know if the coalition of four countries will lend its soldiers again and again. At the very least, if only the surrounding countries would give me a glimpse..."

The two are desperately troubled, but Lyell's aim is the reunification of the continent. Few countries are able to skip small countries and do things with Bansaim.

Carthafus is the biggest threat to Bansaim. In other words, Fambaille, and some countries just follow there.

Maxim looks anxious.

"Lady...... Lord Lyell is going to build an empire, is it possible? We don't have our own troops. Was it that automaton? That's excellent, but it's only around a hundred."

Adele also held her head.

"... yes, what is it? Mr. Lyell has too few fights of high quality. We have to do something about it."

Both Adele and Maxim were desperate to think of a way to open it -.