Sevens

From the agrissa crusade, the founding of the kingdom of Bansaim and the division of the continent -.

A third generation voice sounded quietly within the treasure balls, hearing the flow and hearing the relationship between the Walt and Foxxx families.

"Ha, what do you mean, the most important information is missing? I need to know how you defeated Agrissa... you don't care about Bansaim or anything, do you?

The disappointing look of the third generation was an unexpected reaction from me and Mr. Mireia. No, this is probably the best thing this guy can do.

The fifth generation was sitting on a round table, arms in arms looking up at the ceiling.

"I'll slap you close, right? I mean, the Walt family ancestors did it. If your ancestors, who were good at the magic of the Foxz family, were acting differently, maybe they were specialized in magic. Is that why it was recorded in the yellow treasure balls of the rear guard system?"

But the seventh generation touched his chin, with a serious look.

'If that's the case, Ceres is also a monster in melee. You don't know if it was helpful. But it was a subtle story about how you really don't care.'

All three described the story of the Walt family ancestors as subtle. I care about the Foxz family, but none of them seem to care.

"You know, about the Fox family..."

The third generation smiled.

'Hmm? It's not fine. It's a little heavy for a reason, but it also turns out why I've served the Walt family. Well, Nowem is too thoughtful about the Walt family with his memory, and I don't know if he's looking at Lyell personally, but you can work it out for Lyell yourself there. I mean, the sweetness beside your ancestors is too harsh.'

The seventh generation also agreed with the third generation.

"Now that the Walt family has touched down Agrissa, if it can't prove the truth, it's just a lie. Prove it, but say, 'So?' It would feel like '

The fifth generation looks at me and Mr. Mireia with a difficult look.

'Your ancestors would have been careless, and I'd like to do something about it... but if Lyell ruled the continent, it was actually bad for Bansaim, so we'll have to do something to restore the honor. But I guess I'll do that.'

The three of them looked at each other and all three nodded. On behalf of the third generation opens its mouth.

'Blah, they think it's a lie for foiling, don't they? Well, that's more or less how powerful people look, and that's important, too. Come on. Why do you feel that now? In fact, there's no reason why our conscience shouldn't blame us for destroying Bansaim. Look, it's been 300 years.'

Once upon a time, it was possible to restore the honor of our ancestors. That would be the main thing. But now Bansaim is so terrible that you can't defend it. And then the Walt family is terrible. Even if the Walt family had a cause, it was ruined by Ceres' actions.

Seventh generation, sighing.

'I didn't know it would end in subtle results if I thought it would be useful at the end......'

The three of them were disappointed, and Mr. Mireia, who saw it, was trembling with wana wana.

"What is it, you guys! You could have known about the legitimacy of the Walt family and the Fox family! Think about it for a second. Because of the Bansaim family's encroachment on your ancestors' handles, the continent was divided and this is the situation!

However, the third generation's opinions were chilling.

'No, I don't think Banseim's the only reason we split up. In fact, you would have wanted to be independent, and there must have been some dissatisfaction. And because they were united, they weren't always happy.'

The fifth generation looks at me.

'Well, it's me. Lyell... while your ancestors' carelessness clears up, the Bansaim family can't help but perish, which would make it easier for you personally. That's fine this time. Or maybe it's Lyell's name. '

I slapped my hand as the seventh generation remembered.

'When my son and his wife were troubled by their names, a couple of the Foxz family were in for a consultation! Well, isn't that good? Sometimes you wear a name in your long history.'

The third generation is laughing.

'Yes, it is... heavy. It's heavy, Foxz family! But I took care of you, and that's about all else, right? Lyell, that's what I'm talking about. Say hello to Nowem. "

Oh, my God. Instead of life, it's too light a response to the Foxz family for me to devote myself to the Walt family in a clan outing.

"Um, what can I say to Nowem?

The fifth generation is against me.

'Think for yourself. Or if you're in love, take it. Well, I don't know if Nowem's looking at you personally, through you, the Walt family, and past heroes.'

When I was told, Nowem did recognize Harlem against me, and so on, and so on. No, if you see me as a true royal blood muscle... I wonder how you see me personally.

The third generation exhaled.

'Ahhh, now I thought I could know Agrissa's weakness or something. Come on. Shoulder blush is a good place too. Oh, my God, let me hope.'

When Mr. Mireia moved with a pull and tremble, he was pulling out his gun and firing in an instant. A bullet hit the third generation - it didn't. In the third generation of seated chairs, bullets implanted, and disappeared.

within the treasure balls. Only a third generation of voices could be heard between the round tables.

'Don't be angry anymore. Nothing, Mireia. “Chan” is useless, and you didn't say anything. Turns out it didn't help, but you're cute, so I'll forgive you for raising it.' Cause you're my grandson. '

In the third generation of incitement, Mr. Mireia had a regrettable look on his face.

- The Landberg family.

It was a family lineage that was once knighted in the third generation.

The house of a jury knight who served the Walt family from generation to generation, but his daughter was married from the Walt family. It's also a solid house inside the Walt family, so much so that the Walt family will be entrusted after relocating the mansion to manage the stretched territory.

The knight that Lyell admired [Bail Landberg] was the second son of the current lord of this house. I now serve in the Walt family mansion, and for that reason I was under the influence of Ceres.

Nowem was talking to the head of such a Landberg family.

This was an important piece of land for the Foxz family, a place where Ceres wasn't even vigilant enough to get his hands on Nowem.

There is no way that such a princess is influenced by Ceres.

- This is the way it is, Master Landberg.

Over fifty men had noticeable injuries to their bodies. I have many injuries in the war and now I have a wand to see if my body isn't moving as I think it is.

"Visiting your mansion didn't even make them, but I didn't know it was that far away"

Covering his face with both hands, the owner of the Landberg family was distracted.

"It is true that things were wrong with your mansion. I have checked that too. But with my brother on..."

For Nowem, the Landberg family was a house of high loyalty and credibility. Lyell's place of refuge also seemed to deserve this land that his first generation was once interested in.

So Nowem visited the land. Be sure Ceres hasn't done what he promised.

Nowem bowed his head to the head of the Landberg family.

"Master Landberg, lend me a soldier for Master Lyell. At the moment, Lord Lyell has too little power to move himself."

The owner of the Landberg family nods. But at the same time, I called a young man into the room.

"Okay. Landberg is a thankless home to the Walt family. If Master Lyell is going to stand, let's send soldiers. But my body doesn't know what to say. Baldoor, come in."

A young man called Baldoor came into the room. Tall, beautiful brown hair was sarcastic and stretched to her back.

The green eyes were sharp and had a working out body.

"Baldoor, did you hear what I said? You go under Master Lyell. Let people out of the territory. Take at least 300."

The young man known as Baldoor was a little surprised by the words of the Landberg family lord.

"Three hundred!? Father, as it stands, even two hundred is an obstacle to territorial management -"

A landlord of the Landberg family, called Father, raised his cane a little and slapped him on the floor. Baldoor then shuts his mouth.

Against Nowem.

"I'm sorry. He doesn't understand the seriousness of the matter. But Baldoor has finished his first line and is excellent from the eyes of his parents. A little inexperienced but would help. It's just that 300 here is the limit. Prepare as many young men as you can, but we can't send any more soldiers alone."

From Nowem, all I expected was around two hundred people. Even then, it is more than 10% of the territory's strength. If it was 300, it was a number that would cause problems in the governance of the territory.

But now I wanted some force.

"Thank you. Now, we're going south, and we're going to need you to get into Jumpea and take a boat to South Baim."

Baldoor was a little surprised.

"Is it Baym from Jumpea? The eastern side is in a rush, but that's where the war starts. Ok. I'll get ready."

Baldoor left the room in a crisp motion.

Nowem looks behind such a baldoor and remembers his fifth generation daughter, who was once sent to the Landberg family as his daughter-in-law.

(... everything, for Lord Lyell)

No one knew which Lyell Nowem was talking about -.

- Adele held her head when she heard the report of the Valkyries she had brought.

One line of Lyells mounted cooperation with Fanbailles and even took in the Lezno Border Uncle, who was bordering the border.

Nowem and the others attached cooperation to Jumpea, whose neighbouring countries Jumpea had taken on the negotiations.

Yet the Adele one had not made much of an attempt to cut it into smaller pieces.

"... I should have taken in a bigger house"

It is Maxim who comforts the depressing Adele.

"Ma'am, it's not all that bad. As a result, thousands of troops are on this side."

Its thousands of troops are not exactly capable of reaching five thousand. There was also a fear that if I did poorly, it would not reach three thousand.

Adele doesn't even know how much cooperation the Lords will give us. Some of them might be thinking about betrayal.

When such reports are made Lyell, the Valkyries say the returned words with no expression.

"Isn't that nice? I'm giving an example to a lord I can trust. Even in the event of a traitor, no problem. Master Lyell would be delighted if he was ready. Ha, I was good near Master Lyell, too."

At the end of the day, thinking it was superfluous, Adele was getting ready to head back to South Bame. It has been tough here lately with troubled consultations and complaints from the little lords.

While understanding why Lyell has cut off a great lord, Adele will consult with Maxim about the future.

"Maxim, what do you think of rising prices and gathering troops in the east? Flowing into Baym is..."

"- The harvest is over and it's winter. In a while, you'll be ready to march to Baim. It won't take two months to reach Fortress Redant."

Adele nodded safely to Maxim, who said confidently. With all that time, you can travel to Jumpea and take a boat from there back to South Baim.

"So, how much does the Redant Fortress hold? As far as I'm concerned, Baym's going to be boosting, and he's going to have more than two months."

That's it, Maxim tells Adele with a serious look.

"- Ma'am, the Redant Fortress is a few weeks old. You'll be breaking through in a week as soon as possible."

I couldn't believe the word.

However, Maxim has a lot of experience participating in the war and is an excellent man as a knight. Adele trusted Maxim's words in that respect. And I also trust Maxim.

"I'm sure we're reinforcing it, and the force is more than we were, right? Still a few weeks?

"Yeah, that's right. Lord Lyell may be able to drive you back, but there's still a good chance you'll end up sharing the pain."

Adele wanted to know why. Simply, Baym has strong adventurers. Placing those adventurers should have allowed us to fight quite a bit. That's what Adele thought because she was watching Lyell.

"I hear a lot of good adventurers, though?

"That's the hard part. Because excellence is excellence on a platoon basis, not excellence that led the great army. Besides, it's hard to say it's under control. I think we can break through in a few weeks, even if a normal general leads the army in Bansaim."

Adele tilted her neck.

"When you were Mr. Lyell, it was tough, but you wiped out the demon army, didn't you?

Maxim looked troubled and put his head on.

"That's the hard part. Sure, the demonic army is a threat, and numbers are simply a force... well, it means humans are more troublesome. And I'm going to correct the mistake, Lord Lyell is terribly strong when he leads the army."

Adele was convinced.

"That's a skill. Those skills are left on the blue balls by the historic Walt family."

Maxim smiled. And shake your neck sideways against Adele.

"The gift of using it is a threat. And then, at that age, he settles down to an unthinkable degree and moves to cover his surroundings lightly. Sometimes with emotion, sometimes ruthlessly...... I don't know teenagers who can move that far to accomplish their purpose. It has an old general vibe, and it's someone you don't want to fight."

Lyell appreciated by Maxim. But if he asks, he'll look subtle. And the historical contemporaries in the treasure balls will surely praise Maxim. Because we appreciated ourselves.

Adele understood Maxim's explanation in words alone. But he didn't seem to understand anything more essential.

But if Maxim says so, he stands up convinced.

"Well, then we have to hurry and get ready. You're going to be busy, Maxim. I'm counting on you."

That's what Adele told me, and Maxim dyed her cheeks red and gently rubbed her fingers under her nose.

"Leave it to me, young lady"

Around, while the Valkyries watch such Maxim.

"You're ruining it. There's a serious atmosphere."

"Isn't that age difference problematic?

"But you were a chicken bastard no less than your husband. I've left you two alone so many times, you just don't get your hands on me, I don't even confess."

"... if you were confessing, you would also feel like a death flag"

Adele and Maxim, who had not heard the surrounding voices, smiled and told future stories -.