Tadashi Tanaka (41) Birth of a Kingdom – ‘Medieval Europe Is Too Harsh!’

14 years old, this has been a tough year.

Earlier in the spring, a plague (Ekibi), known as retention fever (Keryu snake), became endemic.

This is a fever that lasts for weeks with high fever, with eczema (hives).

It originated from a poor neighborhood and the infection expanded to thousands of inhabitants of the territorial capital.

After all, hundreds of people died, mainly poor people with poor nutrition.

I was strong enough to keep Jean and Rollo away from infected people and contaminated areas.

Maybe that was lucky, we spared the infection.

But he said his father's second wife, Gisele, and his belly-up brother, Yug, got sick.

Especially Gisele got worse, and at one point I heard that it was enough to call the boy for a terminal (first) mass.

After that, he lost his life, but fell ill and slept on the floor for months.

Although the plague has managed to converge in a few months, bad things continue.

This is when the king's capital arrived.

They are also gathering troops in the southern part of the kingdom, where Brother Wang and others are the force base, and making kina-smelling moves.

The king and the feudal lord are contractual relationships.

In times of war, it is decided to send out this many soldiers.

The king cannot impose anything out of contract on the minister, nor can the minister betray the contract.

If a king forces a minister to do something out of contract, he's called a "tyrant," and he can't complain if the minister is independent or serves another country, and vice versa, if the minister doesn't keep his contract, it's a conspiracy.

Rudolph and Robert assembled about 2,000 soldiers and headed southwest to leave.

However, misery is a continuum.

One month after Rudolph and the others left, Viscount Bashraal declared war on the territory of Count Lioncool.

………………

"The soldiers won't gather like this, it's going to taste bad."

I talk about the status quo in front of Rollo, Jean and Andre.

My information came from Albert, my uncle Rodrigue and butler who left a message.

Precision would be high.

"Then is it a caged castle in Portu, the fortified city, until the Count returns?

Andre asked me worried.

His brother is joining the Expeditionary Army...... the trend will be of concern.

"No, it's an expeditionary army in addition to the plague. I don't have room for Lioncool anymore."

Yes, there seems to be a shortage of supplies to support the caged castle for a long period of time in the aftermath of the disaster.

Additional conscription is not enough food or equipment.

It has been reduced by the plague, taken by the Expeditionary Army, and Viscount Bashraal is stopping supplies.

Some hands provoke from the realm, but that would really be a last resort.

"So we're going to war, too. We have gear. The four of us are big."

I told him to join the war with clarity.

Never say, "Can you go?" I don't ask.

We are buddies. Can you say that only one person will enter the war even if his or her mouth is torn?

"Yay! We can finally go to war!

Jean makes a gutsy pose without hiding the joy.

"Of course. Dear Barrian, we can fight enough."

Laughing invincibly with Lolo calming down.

"Okay, I can fight you too!... Well, it's the first time. haha."

Andre is 19 years old, but he doesn't seem to have any experience fighting.

Until now, it seems that your father and brother went to war and were away to protect you.

Truly dependable people.

Instead of being frightened by the unexpected first line, he is showing his fighting spirit and laughing.

"All right, my uncle and Albert should be collecting soldiers. Gear up and join us!

I rise to momentum and return to the mansion.

Everyone should gear up for each one.

"Andre, if we don't make it, I'll see you in Portu!

"I understand!

Looks like Andre rushed back to the village, too.

I hurried back to my room, wearing my own leather armor, and hung my dagger on my hips.

No problems with bows and shields either.

Put on your cheeks (cheeks) and a pair of kasas and you'll be ready.

I only have one prototype for my cheeks.

…… Ok, later………

I set up my shift and there was a shadow there.

"Balian, are you going to go without telling my mother anything?

It's my mother, Lucienne.

He has a tough look.

"……… Mother………………."

I'm a little bit worse and speechless.

"Come here."

Lucienne seduced me with an unforgivable harshness.

When we get there, it's an arsenal.

The image of Lucienne and the arsenal didn't connect, and I leaned my neck.

Lucienne tells me, "It's here," and goes into the arsenal.

"Look at this, Balian."

A splendid clasp and helmet were available ahead of what Lucienne indicated.

"This is the armor your grandfather used… your father was always taken care of. Don't let the son of Count Lioncool go to war in a miserable way, use this."

I stared at my grandfather's armor so far as to make a hole.

... Awesome, the cladding is doubly braided... My grandfather was a big man...

"Come on, let's help my mother, too."

I was urged by Lucienne to wear a quilted armor (Gambeson) and a clasp.

The double clasp is heavy on the shoulder with the zushiri, but fastening the belt made the strain more dispersed and easier.

My height is already considerably higher than average, but this clasp is still a little larger in size.

"Is it a little big? Grandpa was a big man, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, you're gonna be so big you can't beat it either...... this armor will protect you. Grandpa will protect you."

I kept my word as Lucienne prayed.

"I really wanted to sew you under my armor..."

Lucienne's face is cloudy.

My height was way past my mother's, but I'm still worried about my kids.

Put your cheeks on and cover your helmets.

Leather armor was layered over the clasp.

The droplet-shaped helmet had parts to guard my nose against, and I worried it might hit my cheek, but it didn't hit me at an exquisite angle.

Perhaps the blacksmith's parents designed it that way.

"Oh, how ridiculous."

Lucienne stared at me in love and love and gave me a splendid long sword and shield.

Bear the shield and cast the sword.

"You couldn't even do the recital... forgive me, Barrian"

"No, it's enough for you to look at it to your mother. Thank you, Mother... if you win this battle, you will not return alive."

This time it's a defense fight.

You can't go home and say I lost, the clan of the Count... the clan of lords dies first when they say they have to.

For this reason, you can usually enjoy luxury and savoury food.

This time, literally, we're going to fight for death.

When I told her my resolve, Lucienne leaked a "ooh" whimper and cried out.

"I'll go…… I'll ask for a smina"

I held an arrow barrel and a bow and left the arsenal.

When I went to the square, quite a few had already gathered, and my uncle Rodrigue was organizing them.

My uncle is already armed.

As I approached him, Rodrig looked at him with a ghoulish face.

"Chi, Father......? No way!?"

My uncle seemed surprised to see my grandfather's armor helmet.

Then I laughed bitterly under my cheek.

"Uncle, it's me, I'm a variant.

"Oh, variant... I'm surprised you were wearing a mask."

"Ho," Rodrig breathed.

The people of the Amoros region are faithful. Maybe he thought his grandfather had returned from under the fountain for the war.

"My mother gave it to me."

"Is that so…… Balian is a big thing. That armor is too heavy for me."

Rodrig laughs "ha".

When it comes to going to a battlefield that is decidedly unfavourable, this uncle is natural... he is reliable to me with little experience.

Then, you found me talking to my uncle, or a dreadful looking butler appeared nudged.

"Um, if that armor, the enemy's spear will never penetrate. Leave the defense to the armor and fight fully."

Albert also looked at the armor in nostalgia alongside his uncle.

"We also have a helper this time...... whoa! What the fuck!?

"Yakama, it's true that your voice gets louder when your ears go away."

I remember the figure who showed up fighting with Albert.

"Zillow's!

"It's Yannick. Did you remember that?

What a helper Albert had prepared for Zillow's father, Yannick.

He has an impressive scar face... not quite a forgotten face.

"Non has to command his absence. Hold on to this Oivolet."

"Oivolet doesn't call me Oivolet!

Albert and Yannick are arguing with Gaagaa.

Maybe we're close.

"If Albert protects his absence and Zillow's father is with him, he has nothing to fear. Thank you, Mr. Yannick, Albert."

As I thanked them, the two old men showed a powerful laugh.

"Whoa, Master Barrian, that's some awesome armor! You cheat!

When I saw it, Jean and Lolo stopped by too.

They both have a lightweight style of leather armor on their cassettes.

It's not an expedition, so I'm not wearing a rucksack.

As we were busy, a slurring young warrior emerged from behind Jean.

"That's an unusual shape of a helmet," the young samurai muttered, looking intriguingly at Jean and Lolo's formations.

This is Yug, my belly brother.

He was scheduled to join the Expeditionary Force, but suffered from internment fever and was unable to participate.

He wears hard-leather (hard-leather) armor and an old droplet-shaped helmet.

As a commander, it's a bit of an unforgiving piece of equipment, but it's a fine piece of equipment compared to a soldier dressed like naked.

"Sir Brahl......"

"Please call me Yug. There's no need for a long courtesy on the battlefield. I call it a variant, too."

Yug offered his hand and I held it tight.

"Youg, thank you again."

"This is Barrian."

We nodded at each other.

Youg has the impression that the line is thin and unreliable, but he has patience and intelligence.

You must have decided that there was no point in fighting in this emergency.

This won't make his obsession go away, but this is a good place.

If you look at the square, there are already close to 400 soldiers.

Young and well-equipped men also stand out for their participation in the Expeditionary Army without old men or busy equipment.

But he is a brave warrior gathered to protect the land in which he lives.

Morale is high enough to scorch heaven.

My uncle stood on a luggage truck loaded with supplies, facing the soldiers.

Apparently, he's headed to the soldiers gathered to give a speech.

"Everyone, you've come together well! As you know, Bashraal moved his army for our lioncool!!

Soldiers began booming together.

Everyone hates Viscount Bashraal.

"We are weak by the plague, and there is no expeditionary army! But don't forgive these despicable people!!

I see my uncle burning soldiers and the square full of fighting spirit.

"Win!! Don't forgive the despicable bandits!!

My uncle thrust his fist up into heaven.

"" Wow, wow, wow!

Soldiers raise their roar like anger, slap their shields, step on their feet and respond to their uncles.

With that momentum, we left the territorial capital.

To protect my hometown.