Sevens

- Beim, a room in the Guild East Branch.

Adele Belgi was in a large, organized room, looking on a desk lined up.

Five bodies were paid in the form of light attire by the Valkyries, and there were other Alliance officials and middle-market merchants and their men who did not escape.

Maxim has gone out to fight the rest of Bansaim's army, a situation in which Adele has no allies now.

It was Monica poking a merciless reality at Adele like that.

"The Allied Lord will now be among the former neighbors incorporated into eastern Bansaim. I'm going to leave Baym to you."

Adele looked out the window. A collapsing baim. And the inhabitants of Baim, who are evacuating. In addition, there were small problems… they were about to be pushed.

Adele speaks with her hands up.

"What is it, Master Adele?

Adele was heartily angry at Monica, who deliberately called her Dear Adele, etc.

"I have a question. Are we the only ones left to manage this devastated Baym?

Monica nods with no expression.

"Yes. Affirmative. Absolutely right. Anyway, the main unit is in eastern Bansaim - it's a hassle, so we're going into our former neighbor [Rufence]. I think I'll get into full preparation there. Oh, it's okay. Lord Maxim will stay with Baym."

It was understandable that Lyells would enter the Rufence, where General Blore ruled, and prepare to fight the Bansaim there.

But Adele says.

"... hi, I don't feel I have enough people?

Monica smiled.

"You don't have enough hands anywhere. Well, we've got all the cooperative talent, so good luck with that later. I'm counting on Adele's internal affairs skills."

To Monica with her thumbs up and a smile on her face, Adele messes with her hair.

"Let it be, at least leave Mr. Liane or Mr. Nowem! There's no way I can manage Baym on my own!

Monica smiled and shook her head sideways. And when I go back to faceless again.

"Maintain the status quo. Reconstruction and management of the labyrinth should be the minimum objectives. In the future, Baym will divide rights between South Baym and North Baym - into two parts. Good luck on behalf of the Alliance Lord, as it will also greatly deprive you of your Alliance rights."

Take away the rights of the Alliance. That was important to Lyell. In addition, the purpose of dividing Baym into two parts, North and South, was to sharpen the power of the merchants while creating a sense of confrontation and sharpening the power.

Desolate North Bame. A small South Bame that is developing but on a large scale.

It is the birth of two Beims.

It was just like being pushed into a busy job if you tried to make it Adele.

"... can you refuse?

Monica is faceless.

"Think you can? Rest assured. Not everyone moves to Rufence immediately. I still have a lot of work to do, including adding prisoners to my soldiers. However, Lady Liane moved to Rufence first."

Not the same type as Adele, but Liane was also the type who was good at desk work in one way or another. While Lyells was away, he also had the ability to manage South Baym on his behalf.

But when Liane was moving to Rufence first, Adele was the only one with talent.

We cannot borrow human resources from the coalition of four countries. Zayn and Rolphis are busy with more territory, and Galleria and Russowerth lack the human resources for home affairs from scratch. Carthafus and Jumpea were also difficult, and the shortage of talent in the rear group was beginning to get worse when they came here.

Adele says a word when she leans...

"I resent you...... Mr. Lyell"

- Once, the place where the Trace family mansion was located was worn out.

Was it used by some nobleman, the conditioning even left traces like it was taken and fought. Vera and Fidel, who entered such a mansion, are surrounded by their men who have followed them all the way to South Baim.

"... Dear Fidel, there are burning marks and this mansion is no longer here."

When one of his men groaned unfortunately, Fidel looked at the mansion as she said "well" and nostalgic. Vera had no choice but to look at her father like that.

Then you hear a knock on the door of a broken mansion, and everyone looks back. There was Valkyrie with red eyes on her dark hair - in maid clothes.

Behind us was Gina, Roland, a little jerked off - former men who kicked themselves out, standing looking down.

"Gina......"

When Vera called her name, Gina looked up.

"They've taken everything away already. The ship was caught in the overthrow... and my men betrayed me and took the ship out as it was. Laugh if you want to! You were looking for us for that!

"Gina, stop it!

When Roland held Gina down, Fidel was watching the two of them. The men behind it, they can't see Fidel's face. Maybe I'm ashamed.

Vera tells Gina and the others.

"... I wanted to see you if you were alive. Glad you're safe."

The purpose of the Lyells - and the environment surrounding Baym and the declaration of war on Bansaim. At worst, Vera thought Gina and the others might die. But I'm relieved he was alive.

And that was the same for Fidel. But Fidel says.

"That's unusual. I wonder if you guys kicked me out like that, and I feel sorry for myself."

Gina and Roland shook their bodies with a bickle. Time flies as it is for a while, while Gina leans over.

"... we will take any punishment. But accept the people who served you in South Bame. Please, father."

Fidel takes a cold attitude towards her bowing daughter.

"Kick him out and accept," he said? You have zero credibility. Once you betray me, you want to serve me again, etc... "

Vera lay down her face as she saw Fidel's attitude. I wanted to help you if it was true. But the Veras, who had just started their business in South Bame, had difficulty getting more manpower.

At the same time, a deep-rooted antagonism had emerged from the thought that in South Baim he had been kicked out by Baim.

It was impossible for South Baym today to accept Baym's merchants on the evicted side.

"A couple of big merchant ships that abandoned Baym came to South Baym, but drove them all back. That's the answer to South Baym. You know what I mean? South Bame doesn't accept you. This is the truth."

When Fidel walks out, everyone follows Fidel. Vera stops next to Gina and the Rolands. Same goes for Fidel.

However, the men move on.

Fidel...

"... that kid has a number of big loans. Negotiated and made me admit that you guys do business in North Bame. Make some money available as well. The ship that was taken is secured in South Baim. It will be used for transporting supplies, so pick it up at the port in three days. This is my best shot right now. Roland, Gina, please."

- That's what I say and I walk out. I would have liked to help but the surrounding environment and the emotions of my current men. Moreover, the merchants representing the hostile Baym had decided to crush it for Lyell's plan.

Gina looks up.

"... father"

Vera walked out, too.

"I couldn't do it much. Let's do something about it ourselves."

Using previous loans to Lyell, Fidel admits that Gina and the others will do business in North Baym. That was the best I could do...

The top floor of an inn in Baim.

In a fancy room, I was wrapped in a blanket. Outside the window it is dark and the day is about to end. It's so dark that I don't think it was the Baim that was once bright at night. The stars look beautiful, but my mood sucked.

"... I'm not bad"

Then a third generation of laughter was heard from within the treasure ball.

'No, that was a lot of work this time. I never imagined I'd bring home my first Virgin right after she fell. "

The same goes for the seventh generation. Laughing the same way.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm very satisfied to hear Lyell's big goal of working hard for the world, etc. No, is that Sun's goal?

These guys... they make fun of me.

Then I heard a knock in the room. Vikri and I shook our bodies, and I speak up.

"Yes?

"Excuse me. Dear Lyell, I have come with today's report. Monica seems to be able to receive a lot of reports, but there are some other details."

It was Nowem who came into the room. I'm relieved I don't have to worry about being made fun of, but it's awkward to think Nowem saw me after I grew up, too. I've shown it many times, but every time I want to bury it, the past grows.

"Wow, bad. I had a good one for a while... oh, I'll be out tomorrow"

Nowem was smiling.

"It would help if you did. Master Lyell is the leader of the coalition. Because it's different just because you can see it. And Mr. Liane's on her way to Rufence. I also wear an escort, but I think training soldiers over there will be the lowest limit. It's winter now. I was wondering if I'd be unable to move for a while."

I looked out the window.

"Right. It doesn't snow, but the cold gets harsher. We need to reconstruct the surrounding villages and disperse the inhabitants."

Too many people gathered, and the amount of supplies lost was outrageous. It's also a problem that I said I took it back from Bansaim less than I thought.

Nowem has been sitting on the bed.

"Mr. Liane's story says he will gather those who agree with Lord Lyell at Rufence. In doing so, he said, to some extent, he would sift off the middlemen, etc., but that perfection would be difficult"

"You do something when I'm on my way. That's the kind of skill I have."

Nowem looks happy.

"That's Fines' skill."

That's what I've been saying. I'm surprised you know, but on second thought, it's Nowem. It's not strange to know, and the Fox family will naturally have Walt family materials. I can't help but care.

Then Nowem got a serious look.

"And Lord Baldoer told me that you can't marry Her Royal Highness the Princess of Rolphis. Lord Bardot is an important minister in support of the future Lord Lyell."

"... Nowem, you're pretty awful too. Did I not tell you that Her Royal Highness the Princess of Rolphis is pretty terrible? Well, I wouldn't even be able to match a boulder."

When I say that, Nowem laughs cously. When I got stuck and laughed, the two of us colluded.

- In the treasure ball.

The third generation seemed a little relieved to see Lyell speaking with Nowem in a pleasant way. There are five silver weapons floating between the round tables and the noise so far is a lie quiet.

'Lyell's had a lot of anxiety, but I don't know what I can do. Perhaps it would have been a good idea if the consciousness had turned that way in the sun. "

The seventh generation also nodded.

'No matter how many reasons, you'll feel guilty. If you were to kill just me, you would carry me in. Well, there's Nowem and the others. Isn't that okay? The Nowem seems a little suspicious.'

The third generation laughs with their hands on their mouths.

'That's good. It's a little heavy, but that's love, too. Love. Well, maybe if Lyell turns Nowem around in a real way, you'll have no problem.'

The seventh generation seems worried.

'If I could do that, most of the problems would be solved, wouldn't they? Well, there's still a big problem.'

Big problem - it's Ceres.

To fight Ceres, the historical masters gave Lyell wisdom - and skill. I have been strong, and ready to win for sure.

If there's a problem, even if we can win the war afterwards. If you let Ceres get away with it, it's a problem.

It doesn't make sense to surround yourself with fascinating people. Ultimately, Lyell has no choice but to fight Ceres. We are gathering members for this, but our historical masters did not know how many chances of winning.

And there's a problem I know.

"Gala empty on the eastern side no longer. Others have great powers at their borders.... you think they're coming out?

To the inquiry of the third generation, the seventh generation nods with a serious look.

'You're coming. The armies of the Walt family that have been forged will always move. As soon as winter is over. But it depends.'

The third generation also put his hand on his chin and looked up at the ceiling.

"Even if there's a revolt in the country, if it's smaller in size, you'll give priority to Lyell. Some lord nobles in Bansaim will take Lyell's side... but it's troublesome to have hostages in Central '

And there was something more bothering me than that in the third generation. Looking at the seventh generation.

'Well, then let me ask you something. Seventh Generation - No, can Broad keep an eye on Lyell and Meisel in your fight?

Saying the Walt family moves showed that Meisel - the head of the Walt family, the eighth generation, moves. Or I might offer a surrogate, but still fighting the Walt army is no different.

'Times are too different from mine. Honestly, Bardot, I'm not very untrained because you're working with me. But how about the seventh generation? You're not just a traitor like the Baden family.'

The seventh generation was leaning over.

'... Sure, it might be hard to watch. But as long as the Walt family goes down like this, maybe we should ask Lyell to stab us in the head. "

The third generation also leans.

'Maybe that's the best thing, but as for emotion, yeah. But...'

The seventh generation also looked at the ceiling.

'... finally, you've come this far'

Preparations to fight Ceres were on their way to the final stage -.