Hot air rises from inside a wooden cup. Slightly scented with its hot air.
It was of good quality, which could not be tasted of the dried up.
Put your mouth on the end of the cup and slowly tilt it in your hand.
The cat tongue and, above all, because of its impoverishment, it drinks down the contents of the chicken.
The warmth, ho, and exhale leak.
"No, that's horrible."
"... it's too much luxury for a clerk in a middle-sized mercenary regiment."
Wise says she hates me, resenting and caring about me enjoying tea.
But Dear Hate, I am in such a good mood now that I don't put such disgust on my teeth.
Indeed, he was right, the tea leaves I'm drinking now were never cheap.
But if you think of it as a reward for your work this time, it's a whisper.
By the way, I don't have Weiss' share. Of course, right?
Oh, my God, tea!
"Heh, you smell good."
Visitors' voices echo indoors along with the sound of a suddenly open door.
It was the young man in the flashy hat, Deputy Commander Konrat, who showed up.
"Hey, don't you have my share, Lilka Mouse?
"... I ask the other way around, why did you think there was?
"No?
"There isn't."
Speak up without biting. I don't even have tea!
"That's too bad. Well, we don't have time for tea."
"Really? Now, please go do your job."
Get on their verbal butts and try to kick them out of the room early.
"Ha, I'm saying it like some other HR, because you're with me."
"............... I haven't heard anything?
"Well, nobody said that."
Flat out, you hatter.
... I mean, a new job. Why is this abrupt?
Push the complainants out of your throat. No body, but I drank the rest of the tea in one breath and got up.
"So? What's the next job like?
Well, at the point of being accompanied by a deputy commander, it wouldn't be a loc thing.
"Oh, look at that."
"Yes?"
"Oh, my God, look at that. I want you to meet Uncle Medes from the capital."
"Haaaaaa!?
In the clerk's office, a scream of serious bass in a woman springs to the woods. That was Doss' clever, unattractive voice.
Or it was my voice (some vampire boy tone).
There were many men gathered in the chamber.
Most of them are just samurai shrewd, bent men.
First class, the magnificent man in brilliant armor serves the Medes Border Uncle, head of the Knights of Weltechs. Around it, the cavaliers.
There will also be leaders and executives of each mercenary regiment who have signed a contract with Borderline Uncle.
In other words, gathered on this occasion are the key figures of the Medes Border Bell Army.
...... it would be too out of place. Why am I here?
Right now, but I just want to ask the crazy hat guy next door, but that doesn't work either.
Because it is in front of the man, Uncle Medes Borderline, who sits at the top of his seat.
"You've gathered well. Each of them is dauntless."
"There is no annihilation, Lord Borderline!
Medes Borderline Uncle speaks the language of labor. In response to that word, on behalf of all together, the head of the Knights answers and bows his head deeply.
The other martial officers will bow their heads to imitate it.
I also bow my head and observe the limbo uncle sitting in his seat.
When I was a year, was it just forty? To boulders, because of their stacked age, they are not filled with life, like the martial officers who stand in the lower seats.
Instead, he was a middle-aged man who made even the impression of being tired, somewhere.
Besides, he looks embarrassed.
But somehow, he was also someone who made his eyes and expression feel somewhere sensible.
Regardless of humanity, he may be a competent person.
At least, he is a distant man from the aristocratic image of a foolish exchanger that he held on his own.
"Together, raise your heads. Knights Leader, first, report on the trends in the Kingdom of Magna."
"Ha! Near the border with the Kingdom of Magna, the Royal Magna Army is assembling, and the Knights' scourge confirms. Also in the capital of King Magna, there is an end to the army of hindsight."
In the words of the chief of the knights, a twinkle occurs in the sight room.
The Medes Borderline Uncle has a nervous look and waves his right hand. Then, when he calmed down, he opened his mouth again.
"After all, weren't the recent border violations one-off?... power reconnaissance, exposure, or both.... Knight Commander, what is the size of the enemy army?
In response to the Borderline Uncle's further inquiry, the Knights Commander does not answer as promptly as earlier.
Set aside some time and report to squeeze out.
"... advance units near the border, no, even the advance forces alone, nearly 20,000. The backward army is expected to be more than that."
Up again. Twirl. That is not an earlier ratio.
Uncle Medes seems to be waiting to heal naturally just this time.
Or maybe the borderline uncle himself is losing color to too many facts.
"The advance army alone says it's 20,000!? That's more than three times what we are!
"No, from the citizens of Libra, if we collect adult men..."
"... but it still reaches half the enemy."
"Plus, there's a backward army coming."
"What the hell am I supposed to do..."
That's where pessimistic remarks fly.
Oh, well, that's a lot, first of all.
As a samurai, I sigh in my heart looking at the men who show what a pitiful ugliness, as well as recognizing the severity of the current situation.
Well, I can't force their reaction either.
The Knights have more than 3,000 troops in the Borderline Army. Each mercenary regiment is roughly equal in number. A total of, like, around six thousand.
Just the advance army, if they ask me 20,000, I can snort my butt.
In such a noisy gaze room, one man - a man of any mercenary regiment - advances to the front of the seat.
And I slowly opened my mouth.
"My Lord Borderline! Forgive me for asking."
"Okay, let me know."
The man, with the permission of Uncle Borderline, once again opens his mouth.
"I hear Your Excellency went directly to Wang Du to request reinforcements. … What did His Majesty the King say?
To this man's inquiry, the blurring silences in an instant.
And all who gather in the chamber shall watch over the answer of Uncle Borderline, sipping.
Multiple gazes push against the Medes Border Uncle under heavy pressure.
I took it, and my frontier uncle's face was distorted. Even the nervous look gets worse.
... I don't think I can expect this.
"… Our king, His Majesty, says to call upon the hosts to hurry up and raise reinforcements.... Well, what a cry not to command, but to call"
That's what I said, a frontier uncle shaking his neck sideways.
There it was, groaning and a sigh of dismay leaked.
Unlike the northern kingdom of Magna, the kingdom of Arunya was not a centralized state.
The domestic situation in the Kingdom of Arlunia may be easy to understand if we think of the dawn of the French kingdom in the tenth century.
... Is it easy to understand if you just like history a little bit?
As with the French kingdom at dawn, the Arlunian kingdom is a decentralized nation with weak kingdoms and a large number of leading dignitaries favouring its breadth.
Regardless, it is difficult to oppose the King's request head-on, albeit the eminent ones.
But for some reason, let's do it flat enough to roll it in smoke.
Delaying the preparation of soldiers, reducing their size as much as possible, or even pretending to be seriously ill, there may even be lords who do not wake up troops in the first place.
How many lords will desperately raise soldiers for Uncle Medes?
... I'm sure that number must be extremely low.
"Reinforcements can't make it. At least for enemy advance troops to come. … so it would be wiser to act"
Medes Borderline Uncle wraps it up as such. A heavy silence fell in the sight room.
Borderline uncle, for a while, looks at the silent martial officers, opens his mouth again.
"It's a sudden story. Even if I tell you to take immediate action, it won't be possible.... Tomorrow morning, we shall hold a military conference. Until then, gather your opinions."
Leaving it at that, the Medes Border Uncle leaves the viewing room first.
The martial officers, rushing to bow their heads, drop off Uncle Borderline.
And when I raise my head, I consult each with a whispering voice with the man standing next to me.
The face is uniformly dark.
"It stinks, and let's get the hell out of here, Captain, Lilka Mouse."
"Oh, will you"
Vice Chairman Konrat proposes, and Commander Linus nods.
Even the three of you will be left behind in the lookout room.
Out in the hallway, Deputy Commander Konrat took a deep breath.
"Huh. I thought I was gonna catch my breath."
"Konrat, it's you"
Lieutenant Konrat's appearance makes Captain Linus squeak.
I walked down the hall, looking at the backs of the two of them.
And when I turn the first corner, I ask Deputy Commander Konrat's back.
"Lieutenant Konrat, why did you take me to the observation room?
Deputy Commander Konrat stops perfectly at the inquiry.
And when I looked back slowly, I replied.
"Um, somehow, I feel like I should do that"
"Yes?"
"I mean, that's what I whispered. Lil 'Kamouth, take her."
"Oh, my God."
Scared. Really this guy...
I look at the deputy commander with my frivolous eyes. He smiled at me like that.
"That's what I think you'd do. Like when I was in business with the Else Chamber of Commerce."
"What, that. Absurdly..."
Words stop unintentionally. What stopped my voice was a big flat hand.
Or you're going to stroke my head unconstitutionally.
"Oh, hey..."
"I hope so, Lilka Mouse."
With that said, Vice Commander Konrat walks out again. Captain Linus will also line up beside him.
Meanwhile, I can't move as if I've grown roots on the floor.
For the time being, flashy. And reboot...
"Feel free to stroke the maiden's head!!
In the hallway, a scream of anger echoes. What a nasty thing to say.
Or, after all, it was my voice (some vampire boy tone).