The Great Leblanc Empire unites the northwest of the North Continent.
Its heart, the imperial capital Vittelvalle. Its immense city, which flourishes as the heart of the Empire since the days of the Leblanc Empire, once the champion of the North Continent, still boasts its beauty, divided between East and West.
Huge city walls surround the city, and its interior is lined with elegant giant buildings of refined stone. Large streets and parks have been set up, and if you look at many people with beautiful looks, such as people who go out and greet them soothingly, you can see how prosperous they are.
At the heart of such an imperial capital lay the magnificent Grand Palace of Diyonborg, which is also the emperor's castle, and the size of the site was such that the small cities fit in whole.
At the corner of its great palace, there was a place for the people who move this great empire of Leblanc to meet. It is this imperial emperor, Gaulba Leblanc Sergiofebs, who arrives at the seat of the summit of its parliament, literally a high seat with no one lined up, coloured with luxurious interiors.
The whitened hair and jaw are long and carefully combed up to the loose, twisted tips. The wrinkles accumulated between the eyebrows are thick, but the eyes that fit beneath them are as sharp and intimidating of the others as a raptor. On his head he wears a circlet-shaped imperial crown scattered with jewels on gold as a symbol of the emperor, poking his cheek cane in a luxurious costume and a cape decorated figure. There was a brilliantly designed emperor on hand.
Immediately beside the grumpy emperor, a talented young man with a righteous face refrains, sitting in his seat as five consuls surround him in front of him. And as opposed to it, there was a stair-style seat across the street, but the senators who climbed to fifty had forgotten to sit down and curled their claims up loudly.
"Numerous warcraft have fallen into Wetlias territory and there has been a lot of damage around them, the city is in isolation! It would be desirable to turn over the Imperial Army immediately! That's the land that intersects the east across the Siali River. As it were, the east side would come across the river."
"Say what! Wetlias is always packed with the size of a brigade within that army of the Northern Imperial Army! Like the Warcraft, it will be easy to destroy them if you count them!
"Exactly! Be a source of laughter if known to the east, including more than 2,000 high Northern Imperial Army troops to beg for rescue in the first place! If we move the Imperial Army big enough in the first place, we'll be charged the corresponding burdens! I guess the Northern Territories will take that burden, won't they?
"Ha, southern territory is good! We heard that the main task was to take up warcraft in the Urat Mountains, the Siana Mountains, the southern Imperial Army of the land that was cut off at the foot of those woods, etc.? Wouldn't it be a good opportunity to let everyone know about that arm now?
They tend to be obsessed with what is in their own interest in each faction, elected by their respective regions and fit into the Senate seat, and what is happening in front of them was a curse that cannot be called an argument in the end.
The Great Empire of Leblanc is divided into four major regions, and the Lords and Nobles rule under the control of each region. For this reason, there were frequent skirmishes between the nobles belonging to each region.
The emperor laid his eyes on such an ugly argument and turned to the man who was beside him. The name of the man with a grin on his righteous face is Salwis du Ost. He was a man who held the position of palace ruler in the service of assisting the emperor both publicly and privately, and with that affixed grin he could hardly make his emotions appear on the table.
Gaulba, an emperor to such a palace, leaned slightly and opened his mouth so that the consuls around him could not hear him.
"What do you think about this Warcraft?
In the front seat, the senators are rubbing it and no one is conscious here. With his face to them like that, Salwis slowly opened his mouth just with his eyes slightly turned to the emperor.
"I am afraid I have long been concerned by reports from secret detectives of the Law of Warcraft Servants, which the East has established and…. Are you hungry for Burgo Bay on a southbound journey from Wetlias"
Emperor Gaulba gave a bitter expression to Salwis' answer.
"Reports say he has appeared around Wetlias even to multiple orgasms and giant basilisks. If these can truly be manipulated as they please, I must say they are a real threat."
"But does not pushing a soldier in the front aim to bracket the height that this is simply the damage of the Warcraft, not viewing it as an act of aggression in the east?
The emperor sat back deeply on the throne, staring forward at the palace's doubts.
"Hung, if the kid in the east is as sweet as that, I'll swallow it some time ago. I guess I haven't reached enough to use it alongside the soldiers yet. Can it be used for surprise or odd tactics..."
"So as far as this raid on Wetlias is concerned, will you leave it to the Northern Imperial Army to extract it?
"No, if you make a scene with Wetlias, you won't be able to induce an invasion from Jeroyna on the other shore. Better avoid getting wedged to the north and south."
The emperor sticks his cheekstick at the elbow of the throne as he expresses his concern for the actions of the east.
"I guess what the East's been up to this time of year is still affecting Rhoden's case"
The emperor's brow moves on the words of the palace sarwis, who had refrained beside him.
"Definitely. I need you to hold the reins of the kingdom as soon as possible."
With that said, Emperor Gaulba took his seat and struck the floor of the floor of the floor vigorously with the pattern when he gripped the emperor who was at hand. The senators who had cursed each other so far nowadays spoke as if they had struck water, and on the spot they were turning their eyes to the emperor.
"Quiet..."
Emperor Gaulba, after scolding them all, announced the senators' settlement of the commotion with a frank voice that overwhelmed the others and reached the corner of the floor.
"If we leave Wetlias like this, we will invite the eastern rebels from across the coast. The Northern Imperial Army will, of course, send the Southern Imperial Army to Wetlias in Turbol, on the northern tip of the southern region, in order to resolve the situation as soon as possible."
Something like a groan from the senators filled the floor in the emperor's proclamation. One of the old senators raised his hand in it and moved forward. The emperor sees it and tries to prompt it with his jaw.
"Unfortunately, Turbol is sandwiched between the Urat Mountains and the Bayonne Mountains in a warcraft-damaged land. If the Southern Imperial Army, the preserve of the land, which also runs the streets that connect the south to the north, were to head to Wetlias, the flow of things might lag behind?
I convey my wishes to the emperor with the concurrence of some of the senators around me.
"Move General Keeling of the Southern Imperial Army in Hultbulk and let him go to Turbol. Until then, expect Turbol's leadership."
"Then the Hult Bulk could get thinner..."
"In addition to the walls of the Urat and Siana Mountains, the forest at the foot separates the east from the west, and you won't need that much protection."
Older senators argue against the powerlessness suspension as other senators mock it. A sneak laugh leaked from the other senators.
"You got an opinion, didn't you? Then stand up and show your will."
With the emperor's word, the surrounding senators look at each other simultaneously and take their feet to their seats in the variance. Only a small number of senators remained standing to the end of it.
When Salwis of Miyazawa looked over at it, he declared the next agenda by announcing the end of this agenda.