Sevens

- In that place where Lyell jumped out, Airhardt was still full of wanting to escape.

Around him were the knights and soldiers of Carthaphs armed, threatening the two women behind the queen with the long sword on her shoulders and the knights and soldiers behind them.

The Queen of Carthaphs stood in the place with dignity. A woman with water hair and a woman with silver hair - all three had purple eyes.

"Don't make me say it again and again. I'll take Lyell. That is not a vessel that fits into the boundaries of a small country. Lyell deserves to be the great nation of Carthaphs."

A woman who pierces the ground with a spear about the length of her back she had and flames Yurayura out of her body - Gracia said back when she heard the words.

"Let me tell you... this one has already earned recognition. Plus, Lyell's got a pretty big harem. I'm the first one to get permission from everyone. I don't know if it's a big country or a Carthafus, but you deserve a country of people who are about to be taken over by one skilled person and can do nothing about it? Say your bedtime words after you sleep."

Standing with his cane protruding to the ground and holding it down with both hands, Eliza had an atmosphere where the ambient air would freeze.

In fact, whoever exhales only around Eliza's breath is white.

"Come out later and be my son-in-law? This one is already in progress in four countries. There is no turning up of Carthaphs now. As long as you keep your mouth shut and cooperate."

Two opinions - knights and soldiers who refrain behind them, with their weapons, their eyes were serious.

Airhardt was trembling with his friends.

"What is this? Hey, what's this! I would never admit to a harem like this. My dream harem is definitely not this noisy!

Ludmila leans down a little and laughs at Couscous, saying as she lifts her hair with her left hand.

"A small country that doesn't have much power if it doesn't gather four nations, it sounds great. I'll tell you what, to the extent that you guys get together, it doesn't extend to the power of the Carthaphs. Prepare three times what you have now. Then I'll ask your opinion."

In fact, it is Carthafus who has more than double the power of the Union of Four Nations. The northern powers possessed that much territory and national power.

"Well, as the princess of a small country, I'll admit it as Lyell's concubine"

Airhardt made a terrible remark.

"Huh? He's got ten more women than he can see? All concubines?"

Even with the exclusion of the Valkyries and others, the Airhardts thought that the only number was that Lyell had women. If there were rumors, there were rumors about Zain's Virgin and her predecessors.

The Ludmilas, who heard it, turned their gaze to Airhardt.

"What's wrong with that? There are only about ten people, and it's not a problem to surround them. That's all national power is. I'll admit it if it serves me. Most of all, it's me."

To the confident Ludmila, Gracia was making the flames bigger and Eliza was further strengthening the cold air.

In the meantime, Airhardt watched.

(That woman, she says she's nicotine in the back in a training yard like this!

At the end of Airhardt's gaze, Miranda seemed to enjoy watching the three contenders as she deposited her body with the horse she rode.

At Airhardt, I felt as if I had heard Miranda.

(The three of us crush each other)

He looked like he was saying that.

When Gracia pulls the spear off the ground, she screams.

"I like the Queen of Carthaphs. Don't worry about it! You crush it here! You're an enemy too!

You “too” had feelings for the part.

"It's a good opportunity. Here's where Lyell's Harlem will sort it out. You first, Ludmilaaa!!"

Eliza stood up, holding the wand and creating the blade with ice. The knights and soldiers who had refrained behind them also held up their voices and held up their weapons and were likely to storm again.

Ludmila was smiling in front of those two - but she immediately looked down.

"- Too bad. I made a concession. Let me see what you've got."

Pulling out the long sword, Airhardt looked around to do something when its red blade glowed suspiciously. And I discovered Lyell watching this one from afar.

"Oh, hey! Come back here! Let's get this place over with."

- Before I heard Airhardt say something, Lyell looked back and ran out.

Lyell escaped the scene. And when I saw that back, Miranda was riding a horse and chasing him.

By the time we caught Lyell and Miranda returned, there would be a lot of damage around us...

It was all over, and I bailed in with the representatives of the Three Kingdoms, and I was putting up something medicated on my cheek.

Did that seem to have dominated the fierce battle around us, watching the knights and soldiers of the Three Kingdoms by both sides so that the spectators would not block our way on Baim's front streets?

It is unusual for the Knights to enter Baym, a treatment called some kind of spectacle.

Thanks to the fact that Eva had already returned to Baym first to spread the rumors, we were welcomed in Baym in a favorable way.

Only to the inhabitants of Baym. When this becomes a merchant or an executive of the guild, the story changes.

Almost two thousand legions included an adventurer party that was supposed to raid.

In cheer, we were being greeted at Baym as heroes who had left the adventurers who had carried out the raid and saved the Queen of Carthaphs.

Within the treasure balls, the seventh generation mouths cold opinions.

'That's a pleasant thing to say. If we knew what Lyell was going to do, we wouldn't be able to laugh. "

Baim already had the adventurers from each branch back on the lookout. The Alliance will also be in a great hurry to gather information. I returned in anticipation of that timing.

The third generation tells us to deceive the seventh generation.

'That's good. Definitely a hero's triumph. That's a different question about who you're a hero to. Well, I hope the poison I planted in Baym is spreading to the good feeling.'

It was a privileged East Branch adventurer who sent us in, and the fact that the Alliance was giving us information...

That's not all. They won't understand that the adventurers we sent in to raid are acting with us.

The fifth generation speaks with thoughts about what is to come.

'Now the minimum purpose has been achieved. Later, we'll see if the seeds we've sown will bud. Our prediction is that we're going to get Lyell some tough tactics. That's why I've been stirring it up. "

Baim's guild headquarters were visible to me as I moved ahead on horseback to look good.

"... After that, if Baym takes hard means, you're done. East Branch, House of Trace... depends on how it works, but now you crack the baim."

The capital, Baym, was a huge mass of power. It had more troublesome power than one country, and had grown into a capital that sucked up gold by turning its surroundings into a sea of blood. It's hard to change that city from the inside out that I could do, and I don't have that time either.

I wanted Baym's help. To fight Ceres, I definitely want it.

But I couldn't be supported unconditionally. If Baym helped me unconditionally, even beating Ceres would leave a big problem on the continent.

Beim would have used me to become an even bigger and more troublesome city. Even if I beat Ceres and get the country, I won't be able to trump the baim who helped me. If you do, Baym will make me his next enemy.

So...

"- Let the capital of merchants and adventurers sink into a sea of blood once"

- I want you to sink in hell for me. Even if there were good people out there who had nothing to do with it, for the future - for me.

- Alliance headquarters.

The assembled executives were absurd in their voices without their usual leeway.

Complaints had also come from the merchants. The failure to discuss Lyell was also problematic, but what the merchants attached importance to was Carthaphs' protest.

It was also a problem that the adventurers sent by the Alliance were forced to accomplish their request by the Lyells who came later without work. But most importantly, when I failed, I tried to escape. It was up to the issue that it greatly damaged Baym's credibility.

At the same time, it is problematic that only the Guild East Branch suffered less damage. The southern branch almost wiped out the mercenary regiment it dispatched. The West Branch is in a situation where one first-rate party is wiped out and the Lyells cooperate.

The North Branch hardly returned those who sent them away. If you listen to those who have returned, you will say that Lyells missed only the adventurers of the East Branch.

There's no way I can keep my mouth shut when I hear this.

"You betrayed me! You betrayed the other branches and gave away information! How are you going to take this responsibility!

South Branch executives were waving their fists down their desks and staring at East Branch executives. In front of her bloody eyes, Tanya decides that whatever she says doesn't make sense. The same was true of my boss, the executive.

"... this one hasn't betrayed me. The person who sold the information identified. It's our official. There must have been some kind of situation, but it's not acceptable."

Executives in the North Branch also had a tight gaze.

"Carthafus is a direct protest from the Queen. That's an important harbor for the merchants. Besides, you're going to turn to Galleria, who has the harbor right to be able to do it next time, to the enemy until Russowerth... next failure, at the expense of one official?

The western branch executives had blue expression and cheeks. Beim's labyrinth is more than a hundred stories underground. For that matter, management also requires a fairly delicate response.

An adventurer party capable of breaking through sixty underground hierarchies was a much-needed presence for its management. Immediate replenishment because I lost it, etc., is also not possible.

The surviving party was also distrustful that they were sold to the guild. And we testified that our guild told us to raid Lyell, and so on.

Even so, the quality is poor because it is touching around. When the West Branch truncated even at first-rate parties, mistrust was spreading.

It was hard to get rid of it, and one of the parties actually disappeared.

Rumors spread and the adventurers thought they were caught up in a factional feud over Baym. Bad quality because that's not a mistake either. Really, the Lyells were poor quality opponents for the Alliance.

"Don't be ridiculous... don't be ridiculous! Do you have any idea how hard the West Branch can be with your betrayal? The official's name is! Say your name!

Without Tanya breaking her expression, she held her fist. It was Marianne who sold the information. I got the guild material and even checked it out for Lyell.

East Branch executives are sighing.

"I'm Marianne, receptionist."

The executives of the southern branch turned their gaze to the sweeper who had refrained behind them. Sweeper, who is also an escort, leaves the room when he lowers his head. That was the same for the other executive escorts.

East Branch executives say.

"Tanya, you go too. This one is fine with me.... If you can be punished, don't suffer."

Tanya bows her head.

"... Yes"

When Tanya left the room, she started moving to finish off Marianne with the rest of the sweepers...

Before I was briefed on the end of this case at Alliance headquarters, I came to the House of Trace mansion. What I brought in was Aria, which also meant escorts.

"Something's wrong with the vibe."

Aria is right.

Servants moving around busily. I packed my bags, and my men were at odd distances from each other, and it felt as if they were fighting in the same mansion.

Waiting in the waiting room, Vera and Mr. Fidel enter the room without being called in the reception room.

Mr. Fidel was taking off his jacket and wrapping his arms around it. Not as refreshing as usual, but more sharp than ever.

From the treasure balls, there was a sound of fun. It's Mireia.

"Oh? Is it the kind of person who would show his power if he was pushed?

If you think we're the ones who pushed you, you can't laugh. When Mr. Fidel and Vera sat on the couch, Mr. Fidel cut them out first.

"... it seems Baym has decided to cut you off. Looks like you're back safe, but there's no change to this decision. Good and banished from Baim. We were there for you. We're involved. Do you have any excuses?

They say it's your fault, but normally you're in a position to say it's a hoax. But I can't tell you back because I was after you.

"I have no words to give back. Absolutely."

Mr. Fidel's eyebrows moved pickly.

"Right. Then will you work for me? [M] It is also up to us at the next Merchant's Conference to be kicked out of Baim. I hear you brought in the Queen of Carthaphs, huh? Shall I have the right to use the harbor? And where it's based. Anywhere. Russworth or Galleria."

These were also unscrupulous things for others to hear. But I was also thinking about it. No, that's about what I was gonna do.

"Okay. As far as bases are concerned, there is land suitable for the location where they are currently based. Let's get it ready there. Oh, of course I'll have manpower and everything. We'll also have permission to use the port."

Mr. Fidel's eyebrows were moving pimply. This one has all the conditions, so the opposite appeared suspicious.

Plus, for some reason, he had all the conditions, but he looked like he wasn't good enough.

When Mr. Fidel closed his mouth, Vera's turn came. But the expression is a little less superior.

"... Lyell, I can't support you satisfactorily from now on. That, I know my worth, too. So if you want to cut it off, you can make a quick decision. I don't like foot clumps."

That's all I could do, and that's what Vera tried to pull herself off.

Then, in the kind of atmosphere Mr. Mireia is nodding about.

'You understand your worth. And you can try to pull yourself back. But you can't. I need you to hang out with me till the end. Lyell, make up your mind here. Once you dump the woman in your hand... I'll sneak up.'

I am many times more afraid to sneak up on Mr. Mireia than my historical lord sneaks. This guy is really going to sneak up on me. They're going to harass me all the time.

I sat back deep on the couch and saw Vera.

"Right. Then let's end with the last thing we get."

Vera smiled. But Mr. Fidel has a bright red face and makes a fist grip.

"Yeah, that's more refreshing."

When I stood up, I approached Vera and grabbed her arm and made her stand. Turn your hands around your back and when you hug them, put your chin on Vera's shoulder.

Aria turns her face bright red.

"... these places are growing"

and so on to divert my gaze. Mr. Fidel had a complex look on his face.

"I said I'd have it all. You belong to me. You don't have to hold anything, so you come beside me. I'll be sure to pick you up."

"... Lyell"

Vera has also turned her hand around my back.

With a look that Mr. Fidel doesn't know if he's sorry or happy.

"Damn, should I be glad my daughter wasn't used and dumped, or should I just be ashamed of myself for having to overlook being given such a hippo as a parent... why, I also feel like I'm not a hippo if I don't"

Then, the third generation looks interesting.

'... something, Fidel, aren't you waiting to be stirred up? I'm sure Lyell won't stick around and miss you because he won't stir you up.'

Then, Mr. Mireia seems to have fun.

'Right! Come on, Lyell... try to stir you up, Fidel. I'll be delighted. We'll grade you how much you can stir up now!

The fifth generation is with Bosoli.

"... you guys have a really good personality"

I thought about it for a second, and then I slapped Vera in the ear. I almost cried, Vera, but when I heard that, I was nodding.

And with my hands on my lower abdomen. Look at my father, Mr. Fidel.

I smile at Mr. Fidel.

"Well, there's been a lot going on, but from now on, let's get along, father-in-law"

Turning her hand around Vera's waist and saying so, Vera was leaning down with her hands against her abdomen.

Aria, who saw it, was stepping back and solidifying.

"La, Lyell, you can't be!

Mr. Fidel was crashing off the couch and slamming the floor.

"You're taking it from me to Vera, you hippo! Damn!! You guys are still my enemies!! Keep pushing me to the bottom at the end!

For some reason, I'd like to think it was an illusion in my eyes that Mr. Fidel seemed just a little happy on the floor.

When I thought I had succeeded, I heard voices from within the treasure ball feeling cold. The third generation was sighing.

'Lyell... you can't stir that up. It's not too much.'

The fifth generation seems to be feeling something, too.

'It was funny. Fidel's bastard shines too. But you can't.'

The seventh generation was worried about me.

"... Lyell, your incitement will cut itself."

Mr. Mireia will also be wasting his time.

'You can't just stir it up. I won't admit incitement to shredding myself. Not yet, Lyell.'

I didn't know what you were talking about. That's what the third generation says to me.

"Lyell, this time it's zero. I think you're gonna have a hard time later, so get ready. It's important to have that experience, and we're watching because it looks fun."

I haven't gotten a zero in a long time.

And a little red-faced Vera tells me what she thinks of me.

"Yes, Lyell."

"Hmm?"

"I hear the guild was looking for a traitor, but your associate? If we don't hurry, the Alliance might even send in a sweeper."

Apparently, I may not finish my job at Baym yet.