Beautiful gardens can be seen through windows with warm sunshine.
in this Fine Palace, in a room with a prime view.
I was visiting to announce the Lord's good mood in that room and his spare time.
The master of the room, Annelie, is slowly mopping her own stomach as she sits in a chair by the window.
The mouth count is minimal, and I rarely leave this room.
I also get the impression that my body lines have become much thinner. If you blow it, it's going to fly.
Still, I have a calm look on my face now.
Compared to temporarily, it calmed down a lot.
I can't stay alert yet, but I'm in Kokan right now.
Somehow, I want to keep this state.
"- That's why I'm going to be outspoken about my troops. It's just a skirmish, so I'll be right back. While I was away..."
I don't even know if I'm listening properly. Talk to Annelie unilaterally.
It's in a room like Yang-mari, and somehow I can't wipe the cold signs.
I finished talking and tried to turn my heels back when I lowered my head gently.
"... shizku"
A whispering voice. I stop moving in her abruptly spoken voice.
"What's wrong, Annelie?
I was surprised, but I didn't have to put that on the table.
Respond with a gentle voice to avoid irritating Annelie.
"Be careful. If anything happens to you..."
"Thank you, but don't worry."
"Really? Because my loved ones are continually dead."
Her father, the Medes Borderline Uncle, and I think you mean Konrat.
"I was unfortunate about you two... Don't worry, I'm really fine"
"Unfortunately...... right. It's like human resources. Hey, Sizuk. I know."
"Annelie? What?"
Slowly Annelie's face lifts.
Those blue eyes showed me for the first time in a long time.
"You killed your father, didn't you? I know."
"Huh! Say what...!
Annelie shakes her head and presses my words as she tries to jump out unexpectedly.
"It's okay. I forgive you. 'Cause we're friends, right? And because of that, I was tied to Master Konrat."
"Ah, Annelie......"
His eyes, staring straight at this one, howl like a gentle lakeside.
My voice trembles at the difference.
What the hell is wrong with you, this girl?
"Yeah, I forgive you. Because we are friends. Hey, isn't it? Just swear on one thing. For that friendship, for me, no, for this child, who is my treasure. Hey, you swear to me?
Those unshakeable eyes have a quiet voice... just horrible.
Oh, Annelie is...
"Yeah, I get it. I swear to God, I will be faithful to His Majesty Carl III."
"Glad. You're counting on me, Sizuk"
Both hands together, Annelie laughing like a solder.
Fear runs on that calm look. My whole body grows gross.
Oh, really? Annelie, she's, like, quietly crazy.
Keep your body down, which is about to tremble, and lower your head gently.
And next time I returned my heel, I left Annelie's room to run away.
"What is this!!!!
Plunging in the middle age, the arrogant style of the man raised his anger.
And throw away the parchment in your hand to slap the man in front of you.
"What do you mean!? Why, the PLA!
"Also, I'm sorry. All of a sudden, I don't know what it is..."
The man who was thrown parchment utters words like excuses.
And I picked up the parchment that fell on the floor.
The contents of the paper are letters of impeachment.
- It is difficult to forgive Viscount Meyer, who, while cooperating with the PLA, worked the iniquity of passing on to King Heinrich.
Therefore, in the name of His Majesty Carl III, we will cut this
It is the text of such a content.
It was this Viscount Meyer, the one who raised his anger now.
This Viscount Meyer is one of the nobles of the southern Magna kingdom.
And he was one of the nobles who, while vowing to be respectful to the PLA, was still deciding on opportunism.
"Why, why..."
Anger, confusion, fright. Viscount Meyer with the look on his face that made them look good.
"It is...... Again, give me some reason to be late, because I won't be citing soldiers forever..."
In a modest voice, the man in front of Viscount Meyer, the deacon of the Meyer family, tells him.
"Don't be ridiculous! That won't be the only one!
"... I mean, isn't it a pile of shows? This is what happens if you decide to be opportunistic forever."
"Even so! Why would I be chosen to show off!?
If you don't know why, Viscount Meyer yells at you.
However, contrary to him like that, the butler's man somehow guessed why.
Whatever, Viscount Meyer's reputation is not flattering.
Arrogance is like a man in clothes. I buy resentment in many ways.
The reputation of the people is so bad. He is also the kind of person hated not only by the common people, but also by the same nobles.
Assuming they kill you for showing off, there won't be any resentment coming from anywhere.
Bumps and some whining Viscount Meyer. That face is not excellent.
Okay, what's going on?
As he watches his husband's ugliness in silence, the butler ponders his own way of shaking himself.
He especially, this master is not admiring either.
In my honest mood, I don't even think I'd mind abandoning it.
However, for whatever reason, men who betray the Lord are scorned in the Kingdom of Magna.
It's a knight's land. The spirit is pervasive, not only for knights.
Even if not, who the hell would hold a man like you who once betrayed the Lord?
That fact haunts the butler.
When the butler is stuffy and bothered for a while, the bumpy running footsteps approach.
"My lord, it's hard! The PLA has invaded the territory! We are slowly approaching!
A screaming report belongs to a young knight belonging to the Knights held by Viscount Meyer.
"Behold! Are you here already!? So how many soldiers!?
"Ha! I thought it was roughly 3000!
"What? 3000?
Viscount Meyer was surprised.
Because there were fewer of them than I thought.
No, because Viscount Meyer has a Knights troop count of ni '000, I do have more than that...
Still, what's wrong with having only enough soldiers available to outnumber the critical?
As such, no wonder Viscount Meyer wonders.
But Viscount Meyer reconsiders.
Perhaps a first-line soldier among the PLA.
(i) To deal with aristocratic private soldiers, that was certainly felt enough.
"So, which PLA unit? Is this the Seventh Army, the regular army?
"Yes, no, that's..."
The young knight says in a bewildered voice.
"What? Report it clear!
Viscount Meyer's fury pinned the spine of the young knight.
"Ha! That's what's wrong. The invading soldiers don't look like knights. And also to mercenaries...... Yes, it's just like a common man."
"Stupid? What's the joke?
Forget to yell, too, Viscount Meyer makes a sound that seeps through confusion.
"That's not a joke. It's a fact confirmed by several scouts, including myself."
To the report, Viscount Meyer puts his arms together.
"... that, my lord? How are you doing, Saru?
Young knights asking like fear.
Viscount Meyer looked back on his face or declared it largely.
"Intercept. Intercept, beat this!
"Are you sure?
Hmm, and Viscount Meyer snorts.
"It's a pleasure! But I can't follow the PLA side any more than I was given such an impeachment letter. Then there will be others who will take the defeat of the PLA as a souvenir under King Heinrich."
"I see. Indeed."
The young knight nods one or two.
"Shit! Those PLA guys. After fooling around! 3000 troops made up of ordinary people only? You're licking the eagle!
Viscount Meyer dyes her face red in anger.
"Let's go! I'm leaving! Get the Knights ready!
Viscount Meyer yelled and scattered as such.
Viscount Meyer sets out his own base, the city of Vaal.
And now he was confronted with the PLA where he had advanced to the outskirts of the city of Vaal for about an hour.
The flag in the wind is a brand new flag where two things like canes intersect.
Underneath, there's some kind of carriage lined up in the front row with a slack.
"Is that it? Hmm, I sure don't look like a knight or a mercenary."
Viscount Meyer gazes.
Hiding in the carriage is hard to see, but it is true that the enemy soldiers were all in the style of legitimate professional soldiers and others.
There seems to be even a mix of women inside.
"A prostitute or something? Don't be ridiculous. It makes my armor cuffs a touch!
Viscount Meyer clutching the reins as Wana Wana.
"Assault! Commander of the Knights, let them storm!
To that anger-mixed order, the Knights chief argues as if in a panic.
"Oh, please calm down, my lord. I'm worried about the carriage they lined up with Zlari. Let's start with a quick look at how things are going…"
"Don't want to sleep! Are you afraid of such common soldiers?
"Not like that..."
"Then don't mumble! Good, total assault!
"... I understand"
The Lord's fierce, reluctantly broken Knights Commander.
So much less, I can be ready for a total assault.
Later, just wait for the signal of the assault.
And finally, the assault horn is blown.
"All men assault!
Viscount Meyer's Knights rush out in unison to the order of the Knights Commander.
Within sight, the Knights pack my distance.
And when they approached the end of their eyes and noses with a carriage lined up with Zlari, they heard the sound.
In this world, a unique bursting sound that overlaps thousands, no one had heard yet. The discord.