The Holy Leblanc Empire is located in the northeastern part of the North Continent and in the eastern part of the former Leblanc Empire.
Nearly in the center of its vast territory, Teito Haveren was one of the largest cities on the continent with a population of more than 80,000, and its city, built on vast plains, was spreading in a circular shape, forming a neat city with streets extending radially from the centre.
In the heart of its imperial capital is Sigwensa Castle, which is also the emperor's castle.
Sometimes it is a refurbishment of a castle fortress built during the time of the Leblanc Empire in search of territory to the east. Far from elegance, its construction, which is rigid in quality, also entails an atmosphere that intimidates others.
Between the back of that fortress, a room usually used as an office by the emperor who unifies this country.
A brilliant yet unparalleled chandelier descends from the ceiling, and illuminated by its lights, its executive office is a stunning thing to call an emperor's room.
Behind the room is a polished and wide-ranging executive desk, where there is a chair that is only allowed to reach the Lord of one country. The chair is more elegant than the fun of the room, but it is carefully crafted and finely crafted, and it can never be seen to be cheap.
And the person who sits deeply down in that chair is still a young man like a young man, cluttered behind long, slightly habitual hair that is crisp and eye-catching, wrapped in a less decorative military outfit on a tight body.
His name is Domitianus Leblanc Valletiaferbe. He is a young emperor of the Holy Leblanc Empire, a major eastern power fighting for the reign of the Great Leblanc Empire in the west and the North.
The young emperor's gray eyes were now directed straight at the man who would read the report in the front.
"Reports indicate that the Warcraft's" Iron Ring of the Servant (Employing) "unattached object, housed in a fort west of Leibniza territory, suddenly rumbled, and many of them collapsed into the territorial capital and the damage became considerable. Before these warcraft stormed off, Hydra, the largest warcraft among those captured by Mr. Humba, was breaking through the gates of the fort and raiding the Lord's castle, when the Lord was dead. Since then, no one has seen Mr. Humba, and there have been rumours that he has committed a conspiracy."
Contrary to the important content written there, the man raised his face from the report with a grinning expression to peek into the face of the emperor, who was frowning in front of the executive desk.
There is a frigid atmosphere in the man's grin that rocks his plentiful belly, builds up an apologetic mustache under his nose, and looks like a seemingly wealthy merchant dressed in more flashy clothing than the emperor.
The man's name is Vermouth du Lysère, he is the Lord Chancellor in a position to wrap up the affairs of this Holy Leblanc Empire.
Emperor Domitianus, looking back at that vermouth with a frivolous eye, slowly opened his mouth as he rebuffed in his head the contents of the report now exchanged.
"Is that Humba something to think about, like, conspiracy...... I don't care what happens when you have a woman and booze. He's a borderline guy, right? Say against me what's in it for you."
In the words of the emperor, Vermouth tilted his neck with a face that was neither cute nor "even if I asked" without changing his expression.
He was such an emperor who floated blue on his actions, but Vermouth dropped his eyes and raised his report even further to the report at hand without adhering to it.
"And Hydra, who was rampant all over the city, was annihilated by a mysterious warcraft that suddenly appeared. According to the sightings, it's a half-man, half-beast compound wrapped in flames, and rumors are spreading all over the city that he was a fiery jail demon more handed down than an old heirloom. Anything tells us that the guilty come to Hellfire, and there is agitation running on the people."
"You mean they beat that Hydra with that demon!? Damn, I was making a custom-built" Iron Ring of the Servant (Employing) "because... Big guys like that would be hard to catch without Humba..."
Emperor Domitianus stared at the Lord Chancellor Vermore, who lightly raised the report when he slapped his chair elbow in frustration.
"I can't do anything with that look on my face. That and the damage caused by Hydra and the mysterious demon have left the Hilk church devastated. Church officials are now coming up with arrow-like reminders to ask for expenses, etc. for reconstruction.... apparently the church was burned by Hell's prison guards, spreading anxiety among the inhabitants"
With that said, Vermore looks up from the report to see how the emperor is doing.
But there was no such thing as an emperor floating blue until earlier, but rather a face that distorted his mouth and conceived with pleasure.
"Hmm, those church people who parasitize into empires from time immemorial... So, what happened to the Warcraft that got into the realm?
"We're talking about the annihilation of Hydra, and the people at the scene of the remaining leadership put the soldiers together and managed to finish sweeping the warcraft all over the city. Things are sedating now, but I thought it was only a matter of time before the people's grievances erupted in this case."
Surprised by the look of the emperor, Vermore grinned even more when he exchanged views on the future trends of events.
"... at this time, believing in Hilkism and others in the realm will not save anything, but rather the Church was burned by the Fire as a guilty one - and burn the inhabitants. Why don't we turn the depression of this victimization to church officials and let them lose faith in the Church both within and outside their territories"
"May I? The church will come up to clean things up, won't it?
"With this in mind, I will strip away the moldy church that crept into my empire. In the back, it's a walk-in. It's a fabric. On the surface, it's free. Love only opens my mouth to foolishness. The leaps of my empire are shackled. Leibniza is on the border, the church folks here seem to think this is a good golden crawl, but it's too late when they realize it"
"Okay. Then we will deal with the territory of Leibniza in that way."
The Lord Chancellor bowed his head respectfully as he ran his memo beside the report.
"If you're in Humba, let the search continue. Even if it sucks to be dead, The Iron Ring of the Servant (Employing) at the Magic Court is complete. It hurts not to be able to capture a big man without him, but even the army can manage to capture him alive if it's about an august."
When the emperor sat back deeply in the chair, he looked out the window and in the direction of the Leibnizza territory in the distance with an amusing grin as to whether he was giving thought to what was to come.
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The Great Leblanc Empire is located in the northwest of the North Continent and in the west of the former Leblanc Empire.
Vitervalle, a huge city thriving as its centre, is surrounded by huge city walls, and its interior is lined with elegant giant buildings of refined stone. Large streets and parks were maintained, and many people with beautiful clothes, such as people to meet and greet soothingly, could see the prosperity.
At the heart of such an imperial capital lies the magnificent Grand Palace of Diyonborg, which is also the emperor's castle, and its grounds are so vast that the small city fits in whole.
In such a painting of the Great Palace, there was a place for those who moved the Great Leblanc Empire to meet together.
It is this imperial emperor, Gaulba Leblanc Sergiofebs, who arrives at a high seat with no one literally lining its summit seat, its parliament, 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 were thick, but the eyes that fit beneath them swept around like a raptor sharply intimidating the others, wearing a circlet-shaped crown on its head sprinkled with jewels in gold as a symbol of the emperor. Its appearance, dressed in luxurious costumes and capes, seemed to reflect the majesty of the empire, but the expression of the emperor had become bitter.
What is causing this was a talented young man with a righteous face who stood beside the emperor, Salwis du Ost, who holds the position of palace priest in the service of assisting the emperor both publicly and privately, in the report he reads out.
"It seems that Tischen has now fallen into the eastern hand, taking the form of a surprise. The enemy has formed a mixed unit that follows the Warcraft, and its striking power is one detachment and squadron size, and it is believed that it cannot be attacked by the number of Southern Imperial Armies left around Tishen - that's all."
When Salwis of Miyazawa read out the report, a screaming agitation leaked out of his mouth from the senators who arrived at the seats set up to oppose the emperor and Miyazawa, as if that were a wave and spread.
"What do you mean! I didn't know the Southern Imperial Army that moved to rescue Wetrias was going to be poked at Tischen, who moved in balls and got thinner...! We need to get General Keeling of the Southern Imperial Army back to the South now!!
"No, no, more than that, how the hell do you mean marching according to the Warcraft!? I've never heard of a mixed unit with a warcraft!? Everyone in the east is synonymous with an obnoxious bastard who touched the obscenity, such as being able to obey such a filthy beast!!
"That's not the problem!! Where the hell did you take Tishen, partitioned by the deep woods at the foot of that Siana Mountains?! Fevient wetlands in the south of the woods are as large as merchants and caravans. If the army doesn't have the road to travel on a large scale, there's no obstacle to concealing movement!?
"This time Tischen should have been in a pretty thin state. It should have been enough to take it down even if it wasn't such a massive military costume. Besides, the enemy must have been an offensive formation with the addition of a warcraft, precisely an electroluminescent fire offense..."
Gaulba, the emperor, snorted as he listened to the conversations of the senators, who were spoken of, with a blatant expression.
Salwis of the palace, standing beside him, hears it and turns to his troubled expression.
"You've done a lot of things east this time. The southern Imperial Army from Tischen can't move much because of border security with the Derfrent kingdom to the west, and Tischen herself is the key to surrounding the three sides of the forest. One attack from the Northwest will not have enough troops and an immediate recapture will not be possible."
Gaulba, the right emperor with his cheekstick at the words, frowns at the root and sighs small.
"Did you invade the southern realm of the Gulf of Burgor when Wetlias' invasion of the Warcraft became thin... But where did they come from? The path from the Febient Wetlands is unrealistic, as both senators put it. Besides, near the border between Rhoden and the east, there was also a splitting operation to attract warcraft by sprinkling" Toyoshi's Demonic Stone "..., even the attracted warcraft was used."
"There may also be that. Not yet confirmed, the east supposedly pushed from the woods at the foot of the Siana Mountains. If this is true, it means that there is something that made it possible to cross that deep forest. Now we have to be vigilant in the big southern city of Hultbulk, which is also partitioning its borders in the woods between the Urat and Siana mountains."
To the prophecy of Salwis, the palace ruler, the emperor roars deeper at the frown root wrinkles. And that gaze was directed to the floor where the senators of the Senate exchanged arguments and disputed in Parliament.
"It's not funny to let them like the east any more and hold off Burgo Bay in the south"
While so monologuing, the emperor knocks twice on the floor under its long pattern when he takes the brilliantly designed emperor (Teishiku) placed beside him.
Clear sounds echoed on the floor, and when the mouths of the councillors who had been producing noise until then were shut naturally, there was so much silence in the ears that the clothing rubbing of the piercing clothes that had changed from the previous one and covered the councillors.
Emperor Gaulba slowly smiles at it and then rises from his seat in Xu (Omoro).
"I won't let them do it any more. Return General Keeling of the Southern Imperial Army to Haltbulk in order to take back Tischen. Prepare your soldiers in Hartbalk before the General arrives. Use General Minzeia of the Northern Imperial Army for Wetlias' Warcraft sweep, and put mercenary regiments from the Kingdom of Suwin into Februent, the city on the northern border, to put pressure on Kalish on the opposite shore. All you have to do is respond to this move and tell the Western Imperial Army to monitor it closely so that western Aspania doesn't make any extra moves! That's it!"
When the emperor stared at the floor and struck the emperor again, the senators knelt down at once and drowned their heads out of the floor one after the other, and this decision was handed down to all places.
The five consuls lined up in front of the emperor also looked behind them as they rushed away from the floor after delivering the minutes, and the emperor turned to the palace king standing beside him.
"Tell General Keeling to secure their Warcraft unit. We have to verify the technology they've acquired, whether it can be used in this direction or not."
Salwis, a palace palace in its contents, raises a single eyebrow and utters one concern to peek into the face of the emperor.
"May I? The Hilks don't look good, do they? Above all, I'm the one who can file a complaint directly..."
That tone of Salwis, speaking with a slight bitter smile, allowed him to flaunt his shoulders exaggerated in such a way as the stupidity of an official who had laid down his lost service.
Gaulba snorts gently after glancing at it, and he sits somewhat in the emperor's seat.
"Hmm. Beautiful, dirty, if you can protect your country, you won't have a hard time! The aim of the annoying bishops is to bribe them by saying what they are, and you should do it properly."
Then do as you say.
Salwis, who leaked a bitter laugh at the emperor's words, drowned with humility on the spot.