Sevens

- The kingdom of Jumpea.

So Nowem and the others, who attached a promise of cooperation, were having discussions with Jules.

The same is true of how much power can be given, but the most important thing was, can the soldiers of Jumpea fight on the flat ground?

Many mountain battles, and a pair of Jumpea soldiers who can fight even on board with the sea. Special terrain can demonstrate its strength enough. As a result, Bansaim also continued to lose by putting in multiple battles when he invaded the Jumpea.

Many soldiers lost their power by the time they crossed the mountain and fell ill because the climate and the terroir were too different even over the mountain.

But now it's the opposite form of getting soldiers out of the jumper.

Nowem and Miranda, and Jules with her escort beside her, were enjoying their tea and talking.

"Sorry about that. I've had a lot of discussions and killed my time. As it turns out, we will cooperate. But the maximum number of troops we can get out is 50,000. Harder than that. Too little time."

Replenishment, equipment, and proficiency - you can't just bring people together. I guess the number that can be operated is 50,000 in Jumpea.

Nowem against Jules.

"That's more than I expected. Excuse me, but I expected 30,000 men to be able to jump."

In previous battles with Bansaim, Jumpea was defending at 50,000 to 60,000. So Nowem thought it would be 30,000 to 40,000 even if it could be put out. It is a land of few flats but abundance.

Used to want Bansaim as well, it existed as far as the harbor and flourished in the deal. For Bansaim without the sea, Jumpea was the land I really wanted.

It is a country called Jumpea that has been paying that back for years. However, we have not fought aggressively in recent years. Because a country called Jumpea is one where defense does not aggressively attack. Nowem thought it was because he was more anxious to attack than to say he was satisfied in the country.

Jules doesn't even try to hide it, having tea.

"Because the clouds of Bansaim are suspicious. I was getting ready for battle. I would have liked to spend more time with 100,000."

Miranda has a sharp eye.

"I don't think it's a number you can maintain?

Jules laughed at Miranda, who judged that from the size of the country, saying, "That's pretty sharp," etc.

"I want flat ground with this one. Banseim is devastated by Ceres and neighbouring countries join hands...... I expected that far. I didn't think we'd be moving this fast."

Nowem listens to Jules and is convinced that by that time he was trying to build up his strength and shred Bansaim's territory.

"Surely a hundred thousand is a big number. But then, the purpose of the Jumpea..."

"- territorial expansion. And it was about gaining a say after the Bansaim crusade. Let me count on your leaders around here. [M] The price of cooperation is territorial and future voice."

Miranda nods.

"Sure, then I'm convinced. Aren't you just anxious about fighting on the flat?

Jules nods without hiding.

"Sure. I don't feel like losing if I fight in the mountains. I'm confident that I can do it triple or five times. The mountains are the same as fortresses to us. But I'm definitely anxious when it comes to fighting on the flat ground. I train more soldiers for that. It's not gonna be a leg job."

The Jumpea soldiers, who walk freely around the mountains, have strong feet. But it's not all about fighting in places you're good at.

Besides, to be a special environment, there are few horses. The horseback squad did not exist and was infantry-centric. However, I'm pretty sure that infantry is powerful.

Nowem sums up information on his power against Jules.

"Okay. Now we turn to the chain of command. I can't give this all away. Dear Ryer, I ask you to recognize Ryer Walt as General."

Jules nodded, but put up his index finger and offered one condition.

"I don't mind that. Because the coalition of four countries recognizes Carthaphs, but we can't say that we're the only ones. I just wonder if I can offer you one condition?

While Miranda is on guard.

"What are the conditions?

Jules said with a smile...

"I want a drink with that Lyell Walt. If you ask me, I'll be interested. That's about as good as that, right?

Nowem came up with a few ideas and went over Jules' terms...

- Nowem and Miranda were checking the baggage that Mae was allowed to hold.

A letter with the inside of a jumper. And when you put a pen on a liquid like water in a bottle, you write something on the paper as it is. The letters were quickly dry and unreadable.

Check that, Nowem folds the letter and puts it in his luggage.

Near May in Kirin's appearance, Eva was leaning her neck.

"Hey, do you need that? Wouldn't it be quicker to ask these kids for a message?

Liquids are like water with magic. So Nowem, who wrote the invisible letters, explains to Eva.

"This is a fabric stone. Besides, we need to make sure it's working properly."

The Valkyrie I, accompanying the Nowems, was about to regret seeing the letter. Only number one is the same haircut as Monica's blonde twin tail. The difference would be that the chest area is very modest.

"Damn, even though we're more useful than those letters..."

Miranda also wrote something in special ink on a piece of paper with nothing on it. Put that in the luggage compartment Mae is lowering around her neck.

"It's important, so bear with me. And did you let Lyell know Mae was on her way?

Number one, when you decide to pose, is faceless.

"I'll take care of it. He's already in Fanbaille and seems ready to negotiate by securing a hostage to Borderline Uncle. We also told them where to rendezvous."

May is shaking her neck to the side.

"No, because if you go anywhere near it, you'll know about the reaction, right? You just have to look for Lyle's treasure ball reaction."

Nowem leaned down just a little bit when May called it a treasure ball.

(Why… do the historical contemporaries reject me? I would love to see you)

When Nowem immediately decided it meant something, he looked up and got ready -.

From Bansaim into Fanbaille, into the city near the border, we came into contact with the lord who keeps the border.

Carthafus, the coalition of four nations, and prepare some letters to meet the king of Fanbailles.

I spent a few days in the city under lord's watch waiting for a response.

I squeal alone as I look from the room given the castle town I can see from the lord's castle.

"So was Uncle Borderline's territory, but it's a little similar around here,"

atmosphere, but should I say? The atmosphere was similar to that of Uncle Border's territory and the city on the border of Fanbaille.

Unlike my hometown and Central, there was such an atmosphere. There were many similar buildings, not all of them alike, but it seemed so.

Then the seventh generation explains it.

'Cause not everything changes just because the rulers have changed. Many things haven't changed in decades or so. Well... in fifty or a hundred years, it might stain the bansheim.'

The third generation was of the same opinion.

"I took the territory from Fanbaille, so it's similar and natural. Suddenly, things don't change because the rulers and rulers have changed. If you can't, there's a lot of rebellion. '

As the fifth generation nostalgic.

'That's right. The determination of the land, I mean, there's a lot going on. There's a reason I can't change it, and it's hard.'

Mr. Mireia told me about his experiences.

'You had trouble with different rules in the mansion when I married you too. I have vague memories, but my aunt told me a lot. Because this is what the countrymen are, and so on. A lot about the eyes...'

The seventh generation, he was laughing.

'You said that, too. I won't say anything because I know how it ends, but it ended up like an aunt.... really, it turned out to be my aunt'

I want to hear what the result is. But I don't think I should ask, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

When I heard a knock in my room, Monica and the others came into the room. I didn't say anything in particular because I was able to see with my skills who was coming before I came.

Monica has informed me of reports from the Valkyries.

"Chicken bastard, apparently May is on his way over here. They have a letter to confirm the case."

In the room, everyone's gaze gathered on Shannon sitting on the couch. Shannon is reaching for baked treats on the table.

Aria looks worried.

"Shannon, you're okay with reading and writing, right?

Clara seems a little anxious.

"There's a lot of anxiety, but I've been very enthusiastic lately. So I think I can trust you."

Normal deeds come here to arouse anxiety. I'm turning my gaze to Shannon.

"Shannon, I'm counting on you. Please."

Shannon had his gaze around him before swelling his cheeks.

"Then trust me more!

Before the important plan. At any rate, I'm going to need Shannon's help. Then the lord came straight to the room. The eyes that look at me are so subtle. I'm from the Walt family, the great enemy of Fanbaille, so maybe I don't have a choice.

"Messengers, I have been contacted. They're going to see you soon. I can get you a carriage... Do you want one?

The lord was distracted because we didn't have a carriage or a carriage. But even if we didn't have them, it also seemed alarming that our baggage was too little.

I smile and say no.

"Thank you. You can just feel it. It is sufficient to have a passage permit, documents, etc."

The lord nodded.

"... Really? So let's get it ready right away."

You don't want to have much conversation with me, the lord left the room immediately.

In the treasure ball.

Us traveling for the capital of Fambaille.

Traveling the streets in porters was really getting my attention. Even Fanbaille seems to be telling the rumors about Porter. But it was the same as Bansaim who had never seen the real thing.

Sleeping on such a porter's carrier, I was flying my consciousness inside the treasure ball.

Today I am looking at the memory of the fifth generation.

The fifth generation that became the Baron's family. In the mansion's office, a fifth generation sitting in a chair looked at four women lined up across a desk.

Next to the fifth generation stands a woman, a full wife, with her spine stretched out.

The fifth generation had cheeks at his fingertips.

'... there is a limit to the number of children a woman can have. More than ten, if any, but it wasn't clear enough. The Walt family has no divisions, no foster children who are kinship.'

The solution was simply to increase the number of women having children. The conclusions of the fifth generation had many problems, but were also necessary to unlock the current situation.

'I couldn't have said anything long. At this time, I was going to crush the surrounding lords on my own behalf. This guy convinced me that... now that I think about it, I should have looked for a different way to do it'

What the fifth generation was looking at was a woman who was an honest wife. Fredricks and I met and were married in a pageant.

The fifth generation at that time seemed critical, losing whomever he liked. He swore vengeance and seemed to have his hands on everything to keep the territory together efficiently. The fifth generation, which prepared the military foundations of the Walt family, seems to have fought the troops of the Lords, who themselves call themselves thieves, to consolidate the foundations of the war.

I mean, I can't afford it. The eyes were not childhood tender, but sharp and neighborly. Cold impressions are stronger.

Such a fifth generation - Fredricks opened his mouth in front of four women.

"Trail picking picks this kid. I don't care if it's a man or a woman. It's about having children. Once born and educated, we will use it to consolidate the surrounding ground. '

That's terrible. I refuse if Nowem and the others tell me to do this.

But the women were nodding. Turning his gaze to the fifth generation for commentary, the fifth generation had his hair gassed or something. I guess it's embarrassing.

"... there was a fourth generation of saved money. That's why I used it to seek a broad and talented woman. Thanks to you, I was treated like a woman, but it didn't matter at this time. These four families are different from court nobles and lord nobles, but what they had in common was no money. For various reasons, I searched for a home for those circumstances and from there I searched for an excellent daughter. If you say it in a bad way, it's human trafficking.

The kind of relationship we gave up on each other's happy marriage was lonely to watch. Neither do the four women want much to understand.

However, when the scene switched, it wasn't.

One of the women, a concubine, was showing Fredrix a letter from her parents. In front of a shriveled woman, Fredricks checks the letter's contents.

"... attend the Walt family, too," he said? Your relationship will be known. You two should join us?

The woman was leaning over, but looked up surprised at Fredrix's reaction.

'Yes, yes! My parents seem to want to show that I have a connection to the Walt family. Well... he wants to show strength to the other court nobles with the help of the Walt family.'

Was the concubine woman the daughter of a court aristocrat, or was it written to Fredrix, a lord aristocrat, to lead the soldiers to Central?

The fifth generation explains.

"The court aristocrats also have the advantage of working with us. Troops. The court aristocrats can live in the king's capital, but their income is out of the royal palace. So we can hire people, but there are basically limits. It's like every house has the same power if it's the same character. There's a slight difference. '

It can change depending on your position, but it still doesn't make a big difference. Because the amount available is the same. However, if I pair up with a powerful lord, the story will be different.

'To intimidate the surroundings, you simply need to have more soldiers. If we show that we can bring this many people together, move them, they'll be on guard. "

"The fifth generation, the... the two of us in Central?

'Oh, I took the soldiers on my way. The Walt family has been managing their territory since the fourth generation. There seemed to be some traitors, but they were still getting better, so I could get people out. We also trained talent, so we have a class of commanders. "

When I glanced back at Fredrix, he was up from his chair.

"Prepare. Tell your parents I'll give you a thousand. It's just not a good idea to vacate the territory in the long run. Your stay will be shorter. '

The woman looked a little surprised but nodded over and over again.

"That's surprising. I thought it was a colder response."

The fifth generation has looked at me with Zito's eyes.

'I was also reflecting that things were bad these days. But you're already welcoming your concubine, and now you think you can stop revenge or something? Even concubines carry a responsibility. I've lived up to my hopes to the best of my ability. "

Surprisingly, I learned that it was a mame for my wife and concubine. In other words, I think the fifth generation should have taught this mame to the sixth generation.

The fifth generation exhales.

'... if I had more than thirty children of my own, it would be impossible to treat them equally. So I've worked hard on these guys who take care of the kids. I did my part, and this guy worked for me at my parents' house to help me with the Lord. So I was just thinking about making sure my kids didn't at least feel the same way. "

The same thought as the fifth generation was to break the situation where the neighborhood was full of enemies. I sent my sons and daughters to my foster home to draw the blood of a real nobleman in order to increase my allies.

And don't point the grievance at Fines - the sixth generation, they didn't thoroughly engage with the child.

'The truth is, even I'm glad my daughter-in-law was alone. You've got my back. He also gave birth to a boy and then gave birth to a child. How many times did I try to stop along the way...... Still, I was afraid that Fines would be in the same situation as me. So I was... and I was scared.

The fifth generation that I was scared, I was leaning down.

"I was just thinking about using my child for revenge. That's what I am now. My parents were crying when they saw me. It was hard. It was really hard. Mommy's gonna cry for me. But you didn't know what to do. '

The fifth generation, set in motion with vengeance, couldn't stop if it noticed. Listening to the fifth generation of words with a lot of terrible stories, I think about what would have happened to me. You can take the time to slow down, so we can consolidate the surrounding ground?

If Nowem and the others were murdered, would I be considered as calmly avenged as the fifth generation? I may have exhausted my territory by selling fights around.

Was Mr. Mireia aware of such a fifth generation feeling? So... thinking that far, the footage switched.

The fifth generation changed from a sad look and began to panic.

"La, Lyell! I need you out of my room now!

"Huh? But I remember something...!!"

The ambient sight changed and when I got the color back from the gray, there was Fredrix talking in the room with a woman who was my real wife.

'Sir, I'd be in trouble if I could get them all together with something very expensive. How many daughters do you think you have? If you look good because you're going to be married first, and then your daughters who are going to be married, if there's a difference in treatment, you're going to be unhappy.'

The fifth generation, while ignoring the opinions of women vis-à-vis merchants who came to the mansion.

'Get me a set with this guy. I'll prepare the gold for you. All you have to do is ask this guy and his daughter. "

The merchant was thrilled to choose the most expensive of several sample-like products he had brought. Moreover, the payment was made immediately in gold coins, and the pleasure was doubled.

'I'll talk to the craftsmen right away. Say anything you want when it comes to design. And, ma'am, I have a lot of samples, so can you check them?

Fredrix grabbed the woman's arm as she tried to leave right off the spot.

'Sir, anything is too expensive. It's okay with our income, but with all this product, it's also a burden -'

'Fine. No problem. I'll use what I have. "

"I have, I said... no way"

The woman was frightened. Fredricks looked back and seemed a little illuminated.

'Let it be, at least as much as I'm ready when I'm on my own, I want to give you money. Don't ever tell me what I've prepared. Look, I swear to God!

The woman tried to frighten Fredricks, who was leaving to flee. But I was just a little happy. And to a merchant man.

'Forget what your current husband said. Is that good?

"Ha, yes, no, no!!"

Intimidating with sharp eyes, the merchant nodded many times with tremendous momentum.

The woman exhales, and looks just a little happy as she leans down.

'Damn, I wish I was honest with you. I'm clumsy......'

As Fredricks walked away completely from the scene, the surrounding sights stained grey. When I turned my gaze to the fifth generation, the fifth generation hid my face with both hands.

"What, you actually cared a lot"

'... if it's a boy, it's a musket or a horse. Dowry tools if you're a girl. It would be important. And remember, when you first sold off Nowem's dowry tools, you had all sorts of money? I'm disqualified as the parent who sends out my daughter, but I don't know what to do with a boulder. "

The fifth generation told me, I let my gaze swim.

"Oh, I'm going to give that back whatever it takes in there... but now that it's an important next issue, because Nowem won't accept it..."

Me and the fifth generation, for some reason, got subtle air.

'... So, what are you gonna do?

"What is it?

When I tilted my neck, the fifth generation covered my face with my right hand. And tell me.

'So I'm asking you who you're going to make a real wife of! Look, there's no such thing as equality in the world. Naturally there is the best. You choose Nowem, Aria, or Miranda, who you're dating from the beginning? Or Eliza or Gracia with a lot of power? I'm telling you, if you think only of national power, Ludmila, it'll be a choice.'

"... you know, I haven't got a name for the Clara's or anything?

"You idiot! Clara wouldn't be noble, though! Besides, do you think you can compartmentalize that face? Neither can Shannon. You and Miranda can be sure. Ava and May are out of the question. Vera also has a difficult position as a merchant's daughter. Those kids aren't the only ones. The house behind you, and the state! It's not just individuals!

They told me what I had been obscuring, and I was in trouble. Who do you make a real wife of?

To be honest, it's Mr. Ludmila if you think only of national power. But when I do that, I feel like the fighting is going to continue even after the war is over.

"Why don't we just decide who's the best in the treasure balls already?

I joke, the fifth generation has been yelling at me for real.

'There's no way that's good! Harlem is not a game, you idiot!!'

- Between the round tables.

Mireia was peeking inside the memory room from the outside.

"Not at all, neither the fifth generation nor Lyell."

The seventh generation felt unexpectedly about the fifth generation with his hands on his chin.

"Are you saying you weren't as cold as you said you were? So far, the sixth generation should follow the fifth. '

The third generation was shaking his head sideways.

'Oh, boy. Me and Marks had a lot of responsibility. At least if I had one or two younger brothers or sisters, I might have been more different.'

Mireia looked at the fifth generation, who was trying so hard to tell her about Harlem, and she turned off the footage when she grinned.

'You can say as much later as you want. It's impossible to change the past, so we just have to work hard on the present. Now, because you let the memory of the fifth generation flow on its own, you headed in a strange direction.'

It seemed that it was Mireia's fault that the memory of the fifth generation flowed on its own. And the three look like they're having fun.

"Looking forward to seeing who's going to be my real wife! I guess I'm Nowem, huh? Because you even sold off your dowry tools and made me money!

'No, no, I still don't insult the power of the great powers. Ludmila is safe.'

'What are you talking about? Miranda, it's a choice. He's my grandson. Other than that, it's out of the question.'

The three discussed some predictions as they were. And the third generation, laughing just a little sadly.

'... well, you can't confirm it until the end, so you just want Lyell to tell you the results early. It's going to be hard when it's like that. "

If we think of our role, we can't know how it all ends. The seventh generation and Mireia also nodded a little sadly at the third generation of whining who knew it -