Sevens

The territory of the Reznor Borderline Uncle.

When I exchanged papers at Uncle Borderline's castle, I smiled and asked for a handshake.

However, in response to the handshake, Uncle Borderline had a look like he had chewed up a bitter bug. The reason is simple.

Uncle Borderline tells me.

"I guess Blau Bay and Parcelena are safe"

Threatening voice. And the gaze of the knights around him was murderous. Negotiations for the hostages to retrieve the trail also drove the situation around the area, and Uncle Borderline had to sign.

After I rescued them both... Uncle Borderline protested against Central. And I just got a letter from your son who was in Central that didn't look particularly concerned.

It was certain that Ceres had fascinated me, and my relationship with the surrounding lords had become more subtle. Because I protested against Central. Aren't the troops, starting with the Walt family, going to attack? Rumors were spreading that

"Don't worry. I'm still a man who keeps his word."

"A traitor in public."

Uncle Borderline's words are not wrong. Fanbaille worked for countries in the western part of the continent and was about to attack Bansaim. The Reznor Borderline uncle is creating a gulf in his relationship with the surrounding lords to work with….

There are few options.

Mireia says in a voice like an evil empress.

'That's not true. It was Banseim who dumped Lyell. You're a terrible traitor.'

The fifth generation goes to such Mr. Mireia.

'Well, Lyell will have a say, too, because whatever you think you're doing is terrible. Uncle Borderline will be angry too. "

I looked out the window and there was Mae looking like Kirin. I have Mr. Parcelena on my back and you on Braubay.

"Grandpa!

"Braubay!"

Borderline uncle, who hastily opened the window himself, looked at you more Braubay than Kirin outside the window. The nearby knights look out the window alternately with me.

"Don't worry, you're my precious companion. Don't think about catching me, etc. That way, we won't talk about cooperation."

My surroundings were breathing into my words. The only way for Uncle Reznor to survive is to help me already.

Given the domestic situation, Ceres sooner or later - no, Ceres is still exhausting his national power in vain. It seemed like he didn't think that would strangle him.

Uncle Borderline looked back through the window and looked at me.

"Indeed, as promised, my grandson and righteous daughter got it back. Reznor should move as promised when the time comes. But what about territory?"

I snort.

"Let me prepare it. Keep the meeting going with Fanbaille."

Uncle Reznor, listen to that.

"That's good, but if you move poorly, don't you realize it's central?

I put the documents I received in an envelope and took care of them.

"It's okay. We'll be ready by the time Central moves."

Yes. I'm getting ready now.

- Southwest of the continent.

The territory situated there was that of the Walt family, a leading nobleman of Bansaim.

It was Nowem and the others who visited the place, which was now a complete enemy and Lyell could not return to.

Miranda in the hood looks around a little strange.

"You're not going to the city. If you want to gather information, isn't that where you are?

Equally hooded, Nowem watched the sight seen from the carriage. The passing city was the birthplace of the Lords Noble Walt family, where the first to third generations continued to live.

"... a lot of people in urban areas know my face on boulders. This is an important place for the Walt family, so we might be able to talk a lot."

From the top of the carriage, Eva was taking off her hood and looking out.

"It's not a good place. It's not a bad vibe. It's Walt's territory, so I thought it might be more terminal."

The army of the Walt family rambling around in Bansaim...

I'm sure he thought it was a terrible situation to be brainwashed by Ceres in the territory as well. Nowem is leaning down.

"This is a very important place. I didn't even let Master Ceres serve me."

Miranda reacted to Nowem's words like that.

"I didn't let you do the handouts, did I? You're a very important place. But is this so important? Sure, there's a big city..."

From the current Walt family territorial size, it wasn't even that important. It's not a transportation center, either.

That's why the fourth generation relocated the mansion.

Nowem says.

"The Walt family, a lord nobleman, started here. You think that's not important?

Miranda was looking out at the view as she took her gaze off Nowem.

"You're treating Nowem like a sanctuary. Understood."

Miranda sarcastically, but Nowem did not deny it. Nowem isn't the only one. For the Foxz family, this place was definitely a sanctuary.

(Where I was able to patrol with the Walt family again...... no, with that guy's blood family. The Walt family who inherited that man's will... because that's where I met Master Basil)

When the carriage stopped, Nowem and the others got off and looked over the city.

And Nowem starts walking with Miranda and Eva. It was the cemetery that was ahead of us on our way.

Among the many lined cemeteries, the tombs prepared in separate frames were Basil - Crassel, Dewey and Slay. There was a tombstone engraved with the names of the Walt family owners.

When Nowem removed his hood, he did a prayerful trick.

(Historical lords. Lord Lyell has grown up to be a strong person like you. The Walt family is cheap. This Nowem will surely make Lord Lyell the champion of the continent. dominate the continent and reclaim the strong human world for you to see)

Has the voice of the heart, like an oath, which also intersects his own aspirations, reached the Historical Contemporary Lord who sleeps under the tombstone -?

The room of memories that can be regarded but disappeared, Ceres no longer comes out.

Historical principals will no longer evoke trauma, and as soon as they open the door, it will lead them to the private room where I was held under house arrest.

I lined up the women with garters and felt lonely without the porn kid who said he wanted to watch it.

The room feels a little spacious.

Mr. Mireia invited me into his own memory room, but I didn't hear what I was going to do.

"Mr. Mireia, what are you doing here? And the next and last time, I said something like that?

Mr. Mireia was touching the furniture with his fingertips as he looked inside the room dusty or not. When I glanced at her fingertips, she had dust on her fingertips that made her look white.

"Lyell."

"Yes?"

When they called my name and tried to get close, I slumped back.

Mr. Mileia approached me at gunpoint. A one-shot gun that has a knife and can handle melee fights.

"... that's dangerous"

With that said, Mr. Mireia laughs with his gun under his sleeve.

'That's a good reaction. It's possible if you can use your own body that much. I was in a hurry when I gave up my role, but I can move on.'

That's what Mr. Mireia says. He waves his left hand to the side. As the room stained gray, the view changed.

And when the colors came back to the view - was that a sight in my memory that I didn't know or disappeared... the view I didn't know was spreading.

Mireia says, looking at me.

"The third person is this me - Mireia, Lyell."

Mireia, who said she was a guide, apparently takes charge of the end. When I heard that, I wondered if this guy was going away, too. However, unlike the first Mr. Septem, he seems to be a tough opponent.

I didn't think it would go away easily, but some of me was relieved of it somewhere.

'... I honestly wanted you to be more surprised than give me a complicated look there. However, my role is the same. Lyell has a fact he needs to know.'

I asked Mireia back, trying not to get inside.

"What is it?

'As you may be aware, Agrissa - it was not the Bansaim family who defeated the Septem three hundred years ago'

"... I guess that's right"

How did the Bansaim family defeat Agrissa? What's more, there were surprisingly few records at the time. Before the kingdom of Bansaim was the kingdom of Centrus, which ruled the continent.

A Bansaim family, who was a lord nobleman of that Centrus, took the throne by saving Agrissa's ruling continent. After that, the peripheral lords became independent and the continent was not united for nearly three hundred years.

'It's not Bansaim that counts. Well, there were a few famous men, too, because there were basically a lot of people bothering around. I don't care about the neighborhood because I only have bad memories. "

I have no loyalty to the royal family at all. Well, a lord wants royal authority, and loyalty like chivalry is second to none. I can also say I'm drooling over an authority that recognizes me as right.

'Do you remember Traci? At that time, there was a whale, a god beast, a white whale, right? Remember what she said.'

With that said, he said something when he repelled Traci. It was like knowing three hundred years ago.

"How about a hero with the same last name... but I couldn't ask for details."

To my words, Mr. Mireia smiled.

'Lyell, to tell you the truth, I thought to myself when you tried to grab the continent in its hands. After all, he said he was coming back to his owner's hand. Do you believe in destiny, Lyell?

Tilt your neck because you don't know what you're talking about, says Mr. Mireia.

'Three hundred years... reclaim the throne you had lent to Bansaim. That belongs to the Walt family from the beginning. The time has come to reclaim everything from the Bansaim, which has taken away the merits of the Walt family, which is no longer even allowed to be told.'

I spit in surprise, and I checked with Mr. Mireia.

"Um, that means..."

"The Walt family - there was a young man who was its official trace. He's really just a strong guy. If you can't use magic, there's no such thing as magic. He's a hero who challenged Agrissa with only physical enhancement skills without even having balls. '

The surrounding view was as many tents were available and the war was about to begin.

In a place like that, there was a young man walking out loud.

"Hey, Nowem, how you doing? Have you eaten and slept properly?

Gahahahaha, and so on. The young man who laughed luxuriously was tall, and carried a great sword. It wasn't a chunk of iron like the first generation, it was really a sword in both hands.

And the young man called Nowem, a man with thin lines? It was. You look, you look like a woman too.

"Don't yell at me because I hear you, Lyell."

Lyell - it was the same name as me.

'I'm sorry. We're about to attack. I can't help it. "

The rough young man shook and showed lightly as he pulled out the great sword. Nowem - but I was watching. He was sighing, but seemed a little happy.

Mireia says.

'... this man is from the Foxxx family. A talented clan about magic. He was a court nobleman and a member of the Earl's family. "

I'm surprised to hear that the Foxxx family is the Count again.

"What... No, I'll talk to you first"

Mr. Mireia nodded, and the two youths continued their conversation.

"By the way, Lyell, you talked to Count Banseim, didn't you? I don't want you to come out too far ago. '

My ancestor, the young man, shrugged his shoulder when he put the sword in.

"I don't want to be told anything about the Knight House at the end. Well, I'm glad you let me out."

The eyes of the Foxz family youth narrowed.

"Even the soldiers that Lyell has gathered will be adversely affected. Let me stop it. We decided to fight together because it was Lyell. I'll observe the situation later. Count Bansaim wants to pick it up... you hate it. '

'Don't say that, Nowem. Now we have all the soldiers and supplies. I guess I'll just get into Central later and hit Agrissa's wife once though. That bitch's face is decided I'm gonna hit her first, so I'm gonna give her away after the second. "

The Foxz family youth had a bitter laugh.

'You're the same. Agrissa is familiar with both martial arts and magic with that. It's not easy for you.'

Then your ancestors made the same laughter, and remarks, as the first generation.

'That doesn't matter. I'll slap you close! That solves everything. Let's have a drink when we're done. I've known you for a long time. "

The Foxz family youth were laughing a little sadly.

'... I'm bad for your wife, so let's not. You have kids in your stomach, don't you?

So the footage went gray.

Mr. Mireia says to me.

"Lyell, are you ready to know everything?