Sevens

- When the Lyells were rubbing with pudding.

Liane, who had eaten three pieces of pudding that could be rubbed, often had pink hair behind her and a pen in her mouth. The tip of the pen is moving up and down, and at the end of Liane's gaze is the paperwork. A large number of loaded documents were processed one after the other.

And the paperwork is a word when you check the contents in an instant, in order to be reading it fast.

"Not this one."

I checked the name of the clerk who wrote the papers. I look at a lot of paperwork every day, but it's a name I've seen several times. You don't think I know, it was watering down the cost of purchasing supplies.

I also know Liane for the general price, and to some extent some parts I missed. Not all civil servants knew the price, and sometimes the value would increase when buying. I was in a hurry to gather supplies, and the value could have been somewhat strained.

Except if you are clearly fraudulent.

"Even if you do something wrong, you know what you're capable of. It would be annoying to crush it at the bottom... May I?

The office.

Calling Valkyrie, an automaton who was preparing tea, Liane says she takes the pen out of her mouth.

"Civilians also need to show off for tightening. Can you arrange for this person to be placed in the right place?"

Liane was laughing when she gave Valkyrie the paperwork. Received Valkyrie said that he could see the general contents from the documents.

"… appropriate,? I'll arrange it here."

That's how Liane took the next paperwork, and in an instant she was signing off on confirming the contents and granting permission.

One process after the other, but from time to time stop processing and think about it.

"... was it Mr. Clara? You've asked me to do this because I can't get my budget through in Baym. At all, it would be imperative to improve the efficiency of the transport unit."

The documents in my hand were from Clara. It also says that Adele rejected it, and it was a paperwork for the Porter Troop - that is, for the Troop on the transport of supplies. Liane could only say that if she did the calculations right in her head, it would be difficult to secure the necessary budget.

"Basically, you don't have tax revenues. It's a situation where you're doing it with all the money and money you've sucked up from Baym."

Valkyrie puts a cup of tea on her desk.

"Offered? Looks like the merchants are going to lend it to you?

"It doesn't matter. Because I'm going to offset all sorts of things for a reason. Lyell is sweet from the beginning. Hand over harbour rights to the development of South Bame free of charge... because I have trouble taking all of this cooperation for granted. Was it Mr. Vera? It also surrounds women from the merchants, so I know it will be sweet. But, you know, there's no limit to what a merchant wants. We have to tighten it up."

Lyell gives considerable preference to the South Baym merchants represented by Fidel. I just feel that's sweet for Liane.

"Even if there are drawbacks, there are limits. There's something strange about it, but everything is sweet. I don't know how I've ever been here."

Liane, who decides it is possible to secure the budget, hurries to produce the documents. It was also necessary to issue orders to the various places concerned, but even for Baym's Adele, he began to produce documents.

Stop your hand on purpose to get this far, because Liane thought the efficiency of the transport unit would be imperative from now on.

Being able to reduce the frequency of horse use means that other horses can be used. Horses for cavalry. Farmers, horses, and so much more.

"Mr. Adele, too, just wants you to have a little wider perspective. (i) I hope it's on a lord's scale, but a country might be tough on boulders. Well, I just need you to get used to it."

Liane works faster and handles more accurately than Lyell.

It was more of a necessary talent for the Lyells today than to have Fanbailles on their side.

Just.

"... than that, how are things with the Lyells? There were only a few puddings left."

Don't stop working, Valkyrie answered with her mouth open, who was in her room at Liane, who had spoken of such a thing. I answered pale.

"I took the pudding away from you and had a fight with you, it looks like you hit that pudding in Aria's face. You're making a scene in the hallway now. I have a few reports from my sisters. Or it sucks."

Liane laughed out couscous when she informed him of a report from the Valkyries positioning in the castle.

"Oh, terrible. I did eat more, but I left you a good number of people. Because Monica said it was good to eat because she made extra. What is making a scene is the problem with the Lyells. Well, is it around Mr. Shannon? When I left the room, I was eating my second pudding."

Valkyrie stumbled on Liane like that.

"Don't you like your husband? Well, I certainly don't think I can tell you to like it to observe how the engagement goes, etc."

Then Liane looked a little strange. A sip of the tea served.

"... I don't hate you. You can't say you love me. Even so, I was engaged before, so I can't switch men that cleverly. Well, the Queen's chair is fascinating, and I'm going to go for it because my parents will be there for me."

Hearing of the Queen's chair, Valkyrie leaned her neck.

"Is it that attractive? If you try to be a woman, aren't you happy to be able to marry the man you like?

Valkyrie was originally based on a core of automatons created by the ancients and was also an ancient standard, such as completion. Listening to Valkyrie's opinion like that, Liane laughs.

"That's true. But it's something that nobody wants to do. But if I really loved Lyell from the start... I'd move to get rid of the rest of the women."

Valkyrie looked at Liane with no expression, laughing at her. However, I make excuses for thinking that Liane should not be misunderstood either.

"A state where there are other women from the beginning. Besides, he doesn't seem very interested in me personally. I'll try to love you, but it's a one-way street. Then why don't we at least aim for the Queen's chair?

Then, Valkyrie says.

"... is that what it is? Hmm, then this Valkyrie XXXIV will take care of the two of you. I'll take care of it. Honestly, because it doesn't matter who becomes queen. I wasn't really interested in anything else if your husband was happy. But it's also on the edge of something that I serve beside you in this way! We promise to do everything we can to help. To lead one step from another woman first...... how about having a physical relationship? I'll unlock your husband's bedroom."

Motivated Valkyrie...... Looks like it was number 34. Thirty-four, who was using ribbons near the tip of his hair with long black hair, poked his right fist up towards heaven with no expression.

"... Huh?

Liane looked at Valkyrie like that and was confused...

- The Walt family mansion.

Meisel, who writes letters, was writing letters to his wife, Claire, and his daughter, Ceres. The content was that I am sorry for the delay in going to Central.

But in each letter, he wrote, "I will surely take a pleasant souvenir". If you look at the contents of the letter, you can generally guess that it is Lyell's neck.

While I was finishing writing and waiting for the ink to dry, I had an envelope ready. I'll have a different envelope separated from Claire, my wife, and Ceres, my daughter.

Then there was a knock in the room.

"Get in."

It was Bail who came into the room. He was a knight in a position of being an excellent deputy to Meisel and a man he could count on in the battlefield.

"Dear Meisel, we're ready. You can leave at any time.... is that a letter?

When I looked on Myzel's desk, Myzel nodded as Bail said so.

"A letter told me to come early from Ceres. Claire also tells me to come to Central first. It's hard to piss a woman off. Letters and gifts were prepared."

Many times Ceres and Claire had written to me asking me to come to Central. Typically, only my parents do this. If others make Ceres wait, Ceres is waiting for immediate execution or torture because he will be disposed of by those around him.

That's all, Meisel was important to Ceres. Ceres, who thinks other humans and others are equally worthless, except his parents.

"Are you in a good mood for your lady? Even Master Meisel has a narrow shoulder with a man."

To Bail's joke, Myzel laughed.

"You think it's scarier to stop showing reactions. Well, shall we go then? And what happened to the Landbergs?

As Meisel stood up, Bail's expression tightened.

"... that soldiers can't get out. We are citing the damage done in the bandit crusade, but it is a pitiful story while the story is at home. My brother is an old one too. My nephew Baldoor is also injured by thieves."

Look at Bayle, who seems sorry, says Meisel.

"In some cases, will you succeed the Landberg family? Well, we'll just have to decide when we get back."

The two of them leave the room.

Finally, the Walt family began marching towards Rufence -.

Inside Rufens Royal Castle.

In the conference room, we were gathering the faces that were the Lord. Most of all, only General Blore, Baldoor, Liane and Monica were immediately collected. The other faces are moving outside and can't come back for a few days.

I say to all the faces in the conference room.

"... I've been contacted. Looks like the Walt family made a move. Nearly 80% of the maidens were mobilized and even the peripheral lords moved. Fifty thousand. They say the pure force is about 35,000."

While General Blower put his hand on his chin.

"That's a little much. I thought if it was 50,000, the pure force would reach 30,000. The Walts are supposed to be working hard on backup support."

Monica will tell everyone about the report she received.

"We use porters developed in Aramsarth. It also has a range of human resources, and it looks like we've made a lot more efficient in terms of transportation."

While Liane listened to the report.

"We're moving forward on this one, though. Well, as the opponent attacks, the place to fight will be in this territory, and it's advantageous when it comes to supplies and supplies...... I hear you clarity. Is it ready?

What Liane is asking is the military. We were just about ready.

I'm a little dissatisfied, but I gave the facts.

"Preparations are under way because we will be fighting near the border. Still about 70%. I'm ready to grasp the terrain and pick you up, but I have a little problem forming a unit."

Baldoor will take over my explanation.

"There is a shortage of weapons, horses, etc. Troops are above the other side, but that's not an overwhelming difference. This one can mobilize 50,000 pure soldiers."

Liane pales.

"We're winning by force, but it won't reach twice as much. If you damage it poorly, it's a big problem to win. This one's hard to replenish."

Yes, we have difficulty securing troops. Rufence, who has perished, has no people. Beim is also quite exhausted. Whether we lost or won with a lot of damage, we had problems securing our troops.

General Blower sighed.

"Simply more than the difference in numbers, there was also a quality problem. The Walt family...... because there are quite a few reasons to be said to be the strongest in Bansaim. What do you say? Even for soldiers, many are stronger than bad knights, right? I'm going to have a hard time understanding why you need to work out there."

Then I heard a third and seventh generation voice from within the treasure ball that I didn't even think was bad.

'I'm sorry, Mr. Blower. Look, the second generation tells me to do that. We've just been following Sole, haven't we? I'm sorry you're strong.'

'... Central has relied on the Walt family like that, and know-how has accumulated, for one reason. Well, it's the Walt family army we raised. There's no way you're weak!

An army that began with the first generation and was taken over by my father, the eighth generation, Meisel Walt.

I knew it, but it was a pain in the ass.

The same goes for a group of dead soldiers led by Bred, but this time in addition to the dead soldiers, the opponent was an army of the Walt family. Besides, it's a situation where skills are not available.

Liane's against us.

"At the very least, if we are to bring it to a showdown with Bansaim, we need 100,000 troops. You'll be more familiar with the battle, but the problem is that the allies, Lyell, have less power, and the neighboring countries insult you."

It's not like we should just win. Under those circumstances, I was going to fight my father.

I look at them all.

"Conversely, if we achieve victory here, the defeat of Bansaim approaches at once. Surrounded by enemies, this is the capital of Bansaim - Central - where you can't get around. Even Bansaim lost his power in the previous battle. If we defeat the Walt army here..."

With General Blower shrugging his shoulders.

"- There will be a succession of insurgencies within Bansaim. More Lords to work with at once."

In a sense, this battle held the light and darkness of the battle against Bansaim. Once tilted, it's hard for Bansaim to get back on his feet. Even if it was Ceres.

And Baldoor tells everyone.

"The Walt family is also a threat, but so are the Lords who participated. As an identity, I think we should be very vigilant with the Fox family."

Liane asks for the name of the Foxz family.

"You were Mr. Nowem's home. Is it that threatening?

I remember the Foxz family. Nowem - a clan of evil gods. The mighty Nowem is at my disposal, but his clan is at my father's gesture.

Baldoor says.

"Naturally. It's an insult because it's like a subordinate relationship with the Walt family... from me watching the Fox family several times, that's enough of a threat. Especially when it comes to magic, our masters in history are first class. Nowem... I was wondering if I could understand your strength."

In battlefields where skills cannot be used, magic becomes important. At that time, the Foxz family, which is good at handling magic, was quite a threat.

(I wonder what Nowem thinks it's going to be like to fight my parents)

With that in mind, I decided to give instructions to everyone.