Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

Empire History September 11, 1023 - Fortress Berk.

The Lord of the study woke up by the sunlight plugging in.

She has dark hair, dark eyes and a tight body. Though his face is neat, it doesn't give him a sense of hegemony because it's not enough to justify just waking up, and the fruit - the eyelids that cover more than half of his face are full of intimidation, so much so that the seer, everything, looks back.

Until he came to this world (Aleatia), the boy's name was Beguro (Hiro).

He is now welcomed as an adopted son by the Royal Family of Grants, becoming the Fourth Prince and named Hilo Schwartz von Grants.

"Huh..."

At the same time as he makes the abduction, the little bird snaps at the window and punches him in the ear.

Wake up your torso and the book will slide off your body with a rustling sound. On that clap, a book that had piled up like a mountain range around it collapsed like an avalanche.

"Also, did you fall asleep here...... don't let Liz piss you off"

Looking at the tragedy of the room, Biru scratched his head with a look of bad punishment.

This is a study full of Berk Fortress history.

Biru is now occupying, and sleeping here is no longer becoming a routine.

Of course, it's not like we don't have a room. Biru's room is available upstairs. However, the study became troublesome to come and go from being on the third floor. The days spent in the study continue because of the self-depravity of

"……… I have a lot to look into."

And when I uttered an excuse, the book that became a pile under my feet collapsed.

From there emerged a wolf with white furrows, Serveras.

It's a rare organism that doesn't exist on the central continent, but Liz picked me up flowing from the Eastern Islands and I've been acting with her for a long time.

"Serveras slept here, too."

Mainly the third floor is transformed into a playground for Serveras. So it's not uncommon to be here. Instead, I might say that I'm becoming a nussie. Because the soldiers can't even step in here without the permission of Serveras.

"Were you warming me up so I wouldn't freeze to death?

Mouth the speculation. Serveras' reply simply shook his tail down from left to right.

I've been watching for a while, but I don't get the answer, and Bilu shrugs his shoulders and stands up.

I decided to do it from the study before Liz found me.

The entrance and exit doors are made of heavy wood.

Bilu glanced at the door to make sure no one was in the aisle.

"Serveras, please be quiet."

Bilu puts his finger on the turning mouth.

Serverus, who was behind him, opened his big mouth and made one stretch.

It was also taken in the wind that it was useless, so stop.

"It's breakfast time now. Liz should be eating in the dining room. It's okay. Success."

After stroking one of Serveras' heads, Biru smiles.

The noble white wolf was looking up at Biru with his jitty eyes, but he sighed loudly as he cracked his nose.

Biru shows confusion as to why he does such tricks.

but soon I was to know the answer.

"HI ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I've got a cold!

A rushing footsteps echo through the third-floor aisle with a mother-like dialogue.

Biru rushed away from the door.

"…… What do we do?

I asked Serveras for his opinion, but the White Wolf lay down and closed his ears patterned.

Betrayed by his friends, Biru glances at the window. It is possible to break and run.

But is it something that gets away with that?

The doubts made me hesitate and gave rise to a deadly time.

"Hiro!"

By chance, the door was opened. The chill characteristic of the morning enters the study.

Jen royalty in the hallway is a beautiful girl with her hands on her hips and a fluffy face.

With flaming red hair, red eyes glorify the light like gems, eyes and nose are as neat as sculptures created by famous artisans, and smooth white skin is what fully attracts people.

Grand Empire of Grants, made 6th Empress and Commander of the Fortress of Berk, Celia Estreya Elizabeth von Grants. Those close to him call it Liz.

To her like that, Bilu turned a fixed smile.

"Good morning...... what can I do for you?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Liz returned my greeting with a sober smile, but when she turned around and made a difficult face, she inflated her anger.

"I'm not doing anything for you. Why don't you sleep in your own room? I don't have a bed in my study, and I just have to sleep on the floor. Even my back hurts, and I'll catch a cold."

Liz lays her eyes down sadly as she mumbles quickly.

"I'm worried. Will Billu suffer from a cold?"

"But it's surprisingly warm when you're wrapped up in a book."

"What did you just say……?"

Liz's eyes narrow. Then he reached out to Biru's cheek.

Biru stood ready for severe pain,

"I don't hear excuses. From now on, like sleeping in a room."

"Huh!

Instead, he just gently pulled his cheek.

My heart fills with guilt. It would still be better to be beaten up.

If they pay such gentle attention, I don't feel like disputing it or defying it.

"Great. You'll be really careful from now on."

Liz stroked Billy's cheek several times,

"Then let's go have breakfast!

I smiled the same as usual and started walking forward lightly.

"…… Let's do that."

Bilu smiled bitterly and left the study with Liz.

The dining room at the Berk Fortress is on the ground floor. He was now overflowing with soldiers from the Fourth Imperial Army who had completed their morning training.

Billu takes Serveras to the officer's seat.

There he sat with a sad stare at the food that Tris had cooled down.

"Kid..."

Tris noticed Biru staring at him with resentful eyes.

"My meal is cold."

"Su, excuse me"

"Nothing to worry about."

That's what I said, Drix, the second-degree samurai.

"I'm sorry I couldn't read ahead, Sir Tris."

With a meal with the dish in one hand, Drix sat down next to Tris.

Then I did my gaze on Biru,

"Good morning. Your Highness Hilo."

"Yeah, good morning."

Drix looked at Biru's hand,

"The meal...... if you don't mind, shall we bring it?

"It's okay. Liz will get it for you."

"Kid, can't you mistake the princess for something?

Tris shivers his anger to the dew as he stares at the chilled dish.

Drix slapped him on the shoulder and told him to forgive him.

"It is common for people who would otherwise have the right to inherit the throne to hang out with each other. Compared to that, isn't it smiling to be close"

"Mmm… that's true…………………"

Even though we haven't known each other for a while, Drix is familiar with the way Tris is embellished.

Bilu sits face to face with surprise. And Liz came back with the meal in both hands.

"Hiro, I brought it. Come on, eat."

The meal placed in front of him was filled with a large pile of meat.

This is tight in the morning. Just watching fills my stomach.

"I think there are just too many"

"Hiro is often sidelined by Serverus, so there's more to it."

"Yeah, I see."

Indeed, the days of being sidelined by Serveras continue.

With this amount, even Serveras can't finish eating.

I can't believe I'm expecting that, thanks to the fact that I've been taught military law from day to day.

Bilu was impressed to learn of Liz's growth.

"Well, thank you."

When Biru joins hands, Tris and Drix start eating too.

After a while, Drix stopped his hand and spoke to Billy.

"His Highness Hilo. Her Royal Highness Celia Estreya. It's about the former slaves."

Former slaves - it is about slaves who were fighting in the Slave Liberation Army.

They are currently spending time in temporary housing outside the Berk Fortress, where Liz and the others provide food and more.

But it's impossible to feed them all the time. I don't want them to be independent any sooner.

Drix was tasked with the task of doing so.

"I have compiled the documents and sent them to the Grinda Border Uncle with the letter of His Highness Celia Estreya"

"Thank you. I'm sure your uncle wouldn't do anything wrong."

"I'm not so worried about Uncle Grinda."

And, in response to Liz's words, Drix turned his gaze to Biru.

"But part of the territory taken from the Principality of Richter will be divided among the Grinda Border Uncles. I think it would be dangerous to decide."

Drix hands a goblet filled with water.

When she wetted her thirst once and for all, she sighed her lips and continued.

"I can't say enough about the possibility of being divided among other Southern nobles."

"I know you're worried, but you'll definitely get the land you wanted,"

Billu smiled at Drix's anxiety and said why.

"The Southern nobles are going to be busy. Because it's all about how you get the territory of the Nickles and who gets the city of Oasis."

The Nickle family is now the family name of the late General Keelo.

The climate is close to the centre, although his arrival is to the south. However, due to the strong influence of the south, it is a dry zone with low precipitation. As a result, grasslands with almost no tall trees were suitable for grazing, and for southern aristocrats, whose resources were scarce and whose business was to sell station carriages and military horses, it was a land so thirsty that their hands could be reached from their throats.

"Are you going to draw the attention of the Southern aristocrats to you..."

Biru had General Keelo carry all the end of the last battle. The Nickles are not exempt from pursuing their responsibilities, nor are they able to stand around successfully in the present situation, where they have been absent from the Lord.

The Southern aristocrats will cling to its weakness and go whipping to the dead Nickle family.

The treatment will be good and small, or bad and confiscated. Either way, I'm sure we're not safe.

"Besides, the vast majority of the Northern Territory is full of laborious places, and if you want a definite benefit, you look at the Nickle family or the Oasis city."

Sometimes the Northern Territory borders the Grand Empire of Grants, and the Duchy of Liechtenstein did not hold hands to avoid futility until it arrived today.

It would also be possible to revive the land if it were rough but even better water. Draw water from the Glinda Frontier Uncle Territory and share it with the slaves who freed a part of the land to open it up. Other than that, you can make them dig wells, or you can make them dig for ore.

"I can hire freed slaves as workers, and my uncle's territory will be rich, so I'll have two birds a stone."

Liz spoke for how Billy felt, but that's not all. The position in the Southern aristocracy will also improve if Uncle Grinda Borders helps. It will be Liz's strength around and bring her closer to the throne.

There was only one thing I cared about.

"It'll take a while, though."

Without saying a word of concern, Biru just nodded.

"Now, on the assumption of that, I will keep in close contact with Uncle Grinda Borderline and get ready."

When Drix said so, he lowered his face and went back to his meal.

"Please."

Bilu also began to silently cheek the meat again, but noticed a certain gaze and stopped his hand.

Liz has been watching. I can't help but lighten up.

Swallow what's in your mouth. Bilu opened his mouth to Liz.

"Er... do you want some?

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, 'cause I kind of felt that way"

I thought, "Don't eat like it's delicious."

"I see. Yes, go ahead."

When you offer Liz meat,

"Ahhh."

The flesh disappears into the mouth with beautiful teeth.

After he saw it, Biru noticed the gaze around him.

He's squeezing his chest so tight that he wonders if Tris is hyperventilating.

Drix shook his head as he did, and a whistle was whistled from the officer sitting in the seat around him.

"Hiro, Hiro, one more!

Liz clings to her arm as the little bird feeds her.

But Biru does not have the courage to share meat again, exposed to this kind of gaze of rain.

Liz hasn't noticed, or she knows. "Hey, hey, another one," she rushes.

This is where the ideas come in. Liz will be the one to break it down.

That's why if you deal with it underneath, Tris' thunder sitting face-to-face would pierce Biru.

(You're cornered)

But the man who was once called "Mars" arrives at a plan.

A noble white beast, Serverus, appeared beneath his feet.

(I'll leave the rest to you)

The gaze intersects. I don't need words to speak. This alone made sense between the two thoughts.

Serverus jumps on the long desk and begins to disappoint in Billu's meal.

Liz, who blamed him, stood up.

"Here, here! Serveras, you're behaving badly!

"Well, Serverus was hungry, too. Forgive him."

"Ahhh!?

Successfully push the last one into Liz's mouth to shut her up.

In the meantime, Serverus, who flattened the pile of meat, left refreshed as he descended on the floor.

"You have no choice…………. I'll eat too."

There's nothing you can do if you get away with it. Liz gave up and started eating when she took her seat.

I didn't get to eat much breakfast. But he can overcome his predicament, and Biru strokes his chest down in a ho.

However, the next action Liz took would put Billu at war.

"Hiro, pay back the meat. Ahhh."

"What..."

The ordeal was not over.

Thus begins Biru's noisy day.

After breakfast, Biru broke up with Liz and was pointing his foot in the courtyard.

He hears a powerful voice as he approaches the courtyard.

Not alone, hundreds of voices overlap to become chorus and tremble the eardrum.

In front of his eyes, where he stopped sooner, he lined up neatly and captured a group of sword-wielding soldiers in his sight.

"Yeah. He's pretty good."

A mock warrior. He who learns the art of bars. In one corner of the field of vision there are various bow manipulators and so on, and there is also a wide variety of equipment including light armor, heavy armor, solder and robe.

However, their equipment was uniformly black and unified, creating a sight that could be described as unusual.

There is a single force leader standing in front of a number of subdivisions, on a platform prepared in a remote location - where it is the commander who is turning a stern eye.

As he walked over, Biru looked up at the person on the stage.

"Sounds good."

Armor covering his entire body - a man wearing a black grooved armor (a fruted armor) looked down at Biru and let his gigantic body dance down to the ground, kneeling one knee.

"I was a mercenary. The foundation is ready."

The soldiers in the courtyard were slave liberators.

From among them who brought him as a prisoner, he accepted all the applicants, but shortly after the training began, more than half of them wished to be discharged from the command's rigour.

What remains is 1500.

"But did you need to align the colors of your gear?

The equipment they were given was purchased with money from the Kelheit widow. However, their equipment is not stamped with a crest that is a testament to Biru's private soldiers.

There are several reasons.

There's no way you can build thousands of pieces of armor in a matter of days after ordering your gear. I don't care what kind of designer you are or what kind of big workshop you have.

The same thing even if that's just the task of carving the crest.

So first, I bought black gear from a neighboring city.

"If the enemy sees unified equipment, that alone alerts the opponent. If this was good, I did the opposite."

Biru's words were spicy.

They can't be a force without craftsmanship right now. That's what I'm saying.

The commander never denied it, nor affirmed it. but hoisted the corner of his mouth to mouth sarcasm in his helmet.

"Well, soon, the Fourth Imperial Army's - no, let's make him the best of the Great Empire."

"That's dependable. When they were mercenaries, their equipment was in the warehouse. I hope it's time to use it."

They'll be here in a minute.

Pulling up the back of the face exposed the man's face. Light purple - it is a skin tone specific to the Demon clan.

The sharp eye is a reminder of the hesitation of the warring warriors: the strong flesh is hidden with armor, but the hegemony emitted from its giants cannot be hidden.

He is a pureblooded demon tribe - Guarda Obnano - flowing from the South Islands.

There are currently no pureblooded species in the Central Continent.

Because the kingdom of Leveling north of the Grants Empire, though it is called the Demonic Nation, has been in contact with other races for a long time and is no longer pureblood, even royalty.

"That being said...... if we were to go to war from now on, could they move?

Even with a strange look on Bilu's words, Guarda opened her mouth for a moment.

"It depends on the opponent's level of practice...... if you want to move alone, there is no problem. But it would be difficult to fight in conjunction with the Fourth Imperial Army."

"So, are you okay?"

"…… is it also a sign of war?

Biru looked over his head as he flushed Guarda's question with a cool face.

White clouds that color sunny weather. The sunshine peering through the gap is pouring down into the earth.

The breeze that still feels cool now will also transform into a hot breeze with heat and steam.

Biru smiled containing his gaze back at Guarda as he felt the feeling that it was going to get hot today.

"It's basic to be prepared for something."

"That's true... but I guess my guess isn't wrong either, though, right?

"Something's bothering me a little"

"Ho."

"I don't have any certainty... Well, it depends on the time."

It was an unpredictable word, but Guarda nodded seriously and deeply.

"Then let's keep them working out as long as time allows."

A surface-lowered Guarda sends her gaze to the soldiers who encourage her to train.

The new armor reflects the sun's light like a mirror. If you look at the neglected, you'll think they're overwhelmed and sharp soldiers, like a lot of people poking spears with their calls. But if you're a skilled person, you don't miss the coarse part.

But it is the commander's arm that fills this gap - whether you live or kill it depends on the commander's extraction.

"I hope so. I want you to be able to meet even the most unscrupulous demands you can."

"If you want to be strong in the short term... there's only one way to do it."

"Right. Only in a battle that bets life and death can people realize their potential"

Biru's lips broke into a three-day moon shape, like a child who conceived his wickedness.

"That's why we're short on opponents, but we got intel nearby that bandits and bandits - deserters from the Duchy of Richter - are forming a detachment party"

"Is the place close?

"Sounds like you took the chaos of the war the other day and turned it into a roof castle on the narrow roads of the wasteland."

Bilu offered two parchments to Guarda.

"I want you to choose one of these. They say the Fourth Imperial Army will take the rest."

Guarda begins to read the contents of her hand. Bilu continued his words.

"The first is a cave, 50, a day's distance east of here. The other is near the village where Meerje lives - a narrow path in the wilderness a day south of here, number 300. They say this one includes deserters. It seems that there are still people joining us... there may be more than 300 of them when they are relative. What do we do?"

"Let's crusade the narrow road thieves. Is there a deadline or a condition?

"The number to take is 800. Returning in two days. Pinching a horse's break, so you've got about three minutes to fight."

"That's a lame thing to say."

"If you don't keep a lot of restrictions, it won't be an experience."

Guarda roared for a while before throwing Biru a question.

"If it's a Cyclops, how are you going to crusade it?"

"There are only 300 opponents. Get in alone..."

annihilate. I swallowed the word Because Guarda is staring at me.

I didn't feel like they were telling me it was just you.

but Bilu decides not to see it and correct the words.

"Forget the joke - they're stuck. This one's an advantage in numbers, but there's no meaning if you don't take advantage of it."

Bilu moved his mouth as he showed a bare gesture of thinking.

"Besides, it's where we're rooting. You know the terrain too, so you'd better assume that the benefits are over there too. Caution can cause unexpected damage. So if I were you, I'd drag them out and reverse their position."

After saying it, Biru reaches out to Guarda.

"If you're anxious, I'll give you some answers."

Guarda flickered a daring and invincible smile without shaking her head vertically.

"It's not necessary. I just wanted to make sure. I wonder if Cyclops are forcing me to do something I can't even do."

Awkward shore - no hesitation against the royal family.

If anyone who pledged allegiance to the Grants royal family heard, they must have pulled out their swords toward the Guarda. Drix, who has been taking calm from day to day, would have graduated if he had listened.

"Ha, good to hear that"

Now, it doesn't matter how they feel because the person at the time doesn't think anything of it. More importantly, it is this tolerance and friendliness that makes Liz, after Liz, a solid player in the Fourth Imperial Army.

Because if they behave like this in front of the soldiers, they will certainly not show it. Does Guarda know that, too? If anyone listens around, the goosebumps will be treated in a way that is just as obnoxious.

That was an interesting sight, but if we still wanted to talk about it in earnest, only when we couldn't get in the way like this.

"Well, I asked you to."

"Yeah, we'll leave when we get some rest."

Bilu tried to walk away, but he remembered and turned his face to Guarda.

"Oh yes... you are free to use the equipment in the warehouse."

"What………?

Guarda seemed to be exploring the meaning of the words, but she nodded slightly as if she was somewhat good at it.

"Okay. Let me use it freely."

"Well, I'm waiting for the good news."

As Biru waved his back and started walking toward the study, he heard Guarda shouting to give the soldiers a break