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

The line departs from Viscount Draine territory and heads east overlooking the coastline.

This one is not well maintained enough to be called a street, but the road is decent.

There was no particular problem because it would be a trip with a hint, and the journey went smoothly.

A little further away from us, Lucienne is riding a horse so that he can be held by Roland Causey, but don't look too giddy.

"I'm embarrassed…… I'm already your grandmother"

"You remain beautiful. I still can't believe it, it's like I'm back that day......"

Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't hear you.

It is not for my son to know what happened that day.

I can't get back on my feet when people say, "I'm your real father."

Amorous people who are sexually obscure are fine with flirting in public.

Especially when it comes to being a senior aristocrat, some undeserved people say, "Marriage is a duty" and "incest is true love".

... In Baron Albor's territory, have your mother have a private room...

If we accidentally even bowl each other during their mother's wrestling, our relationship becomes awkward.

I sighed.

I don't really even want to know the details of my mother's love route.

… but the nail has to be stabbed……

I sighed again, blurring at the two flirtatious people.

The impact that Lucienne will have on our housekeeping as it floats is immeasurable.

We arrived at Albor Castle after a few days of travelling.

Albor Castle is a castle city surrounded by sea and mountains, and a very strong castle with limited attacking points.

The size would be as small as 250 to 300 units.

Facing the sea, the small dock seems to function as a fishing port.

"That's quite the point."

Enzo's talking to me.

I snort, but I'm a little worried.

"Sure, it's a solid castle, but it's hard to say it's good for a deal."

"Well, it would have been a little inconvenient for people to come and go, had they been separated from the city like Castel Draine"

Enzo nods at my words.

Yes, this is a completely "wartime stronghold".

I can see that every inhabitant is ingenious enough to protect them from their external enemies.

This ingenuity is something that blunts the enemy's legs... which means that people have a hard time walking.

Military and trading bases are the opposite of the required functions… there is no alternative to all this.

We were escorted to the venue by a pick-up soldier from Baron Albor.

In the castle, wooden houses and dirt-walled houses twisted together, smelling like rot and piss.

It looks like pigs and dogs are walking around and fishing for raw garbage.

It's a sight I'm already used to seeing, but I really don't like it.

… it might be a good idea to ask the Northeast Hordes to come to the realm capital of Lioncool once……

Yes, it's important that we take care of the plague, but if there's a plague in the neighborhood, it could expand on the trading route.

For once, I want you to make some kind of excuse to inspect.

Baron Albor greeted me as I walked right through the medieval city and out into the square.

The baron has burnt brown hair and black eyes.

At first glance, it looks like it could be seen by the Lioncools.

The thin eyes connected to the sharp jaw give a distressing image to the face.

Are you as young as I am?

"Welcome, Sir Lioncool."

"I apologize for the crowd's push. I'll take care of you."

When I greeted him politely, the baron looked surprised.

"What is it?

"No, it's a little different than I imagined… excuse me"

The baron lowers his head for not having to apologize.

Maybe he's an honest man.

But I also want to ask what it's like to have an image that I can't even say hello to.

... I guess I imagined my skin was green macho that could only be said to be "fungus-fungus" or something...

"Ha, never mind. This time around, we are learning to be friendly with our allies and learn how to govern everywhere."

"Well, that's great. Let me talk to you later."

Baron Albo cut up the conversation and led us to our quarters.

I had a private room available to me, so when I offered, "That's for my mother," I was impressed... She thought it was filial.

Yeah, filial piety.........?

………………

We stayed in Baron Albor's territory for about half a month.

Baron Albor is a serious man, and I have spoken to him many times.

The main thing is about military and civilian affairs.

Sometimes we exchange opinions and learn from each other's servants.

Baron Albor was quite knowledgeable and became a very meaningful time.

According to the military story, the Baron was particularly interested in the military system of the Brotherhood called "Wu" and decided to incorporate it on an experimental basis.

The formation of the crossbow unit also seemed to be in perspective, and we decided to buy it from Lioncool.

The young baron seems to be the owner of advanced thinking to incorporate if he thinks "this is" … this is a rare temperament in Amoros.

And me and the Baron are in the middle of a study group now and with each other's servants.

From what I hear, Baron Albor thinks food production is the pillar of civil affairs and invests in increasing food production.

Specifically, tax breaks on fishing vessels and fishing nets, as well as openings.

They encourage the cultivation of cabbage and turnips that are particularly susceptible to growth even in lands with little water.

I received it and was greatly appreciative when I gave the recipe for The Warcraft as a preserved food.

Incidentally, turnips can also be pickled with salt alone.

Salt is expensive in Amoros, and they don't really make the idea of purposefully using salt to make processed foods.

"… So what does Sir Lioncool think is necessary for a civil administration?

"It's easy. There are only three"

Baron Albor and his servant embark on a meal for my answer.

A little further away, the clergy seems to be busy taking some notes... but this seems to take things like minutes.

"Namely, it's clothing, food, and residence. It's frozen clothes, it's hungry meals, it's clean living."

"I understand clothes and food, but what is a clean residence?

Baron Albor eagerly asks the question.

He is humble and serious.

I feel the enthusiasm to say better about self-government.

It became like my lecture sometime today.

"There is the notion of a theory of temperament. Simply put, the idea is that a dirty place produces disease……"

I talk about public health and the spread of soap.

Banish the pigs, clean up the shit, and wrap up the trash.

It seems obvious, but in a world without a microscope, the concept of hygiene is difficult to explain and can't be helped if it seems to be "unusual".

"Hmm, unbelievable"

"Keeping the town clean is………"

"Cost issues, too."

"This is hard"

Baron Albor speaks with enthusiasm when he hears my opinion.

Soon the sun went down.

I might go into the banquet like this.

"Yes, the story is completely different, but please eat this. I made it."

I give a certain dry object to Baron Albor's obedience and clergy, "Be careful because it's stiff".

"Gu, yeah, pretty stiff"

"That tastes unusual."

"What's this? Is it fish skin?

"No, dried meat."

Everyone bites desperately. That's octopus.

When I found out that Amoros didn't eat octopus or squid, I gave it away and processed it into dried food.

Dry octopus is a specialty of an island in Japan, and I've eaten it before.

The way it was made is my original, but I just took out my guts, salted it until I ran out of numeries, spread it out after washing it in sea water and shaded it dry.

I think I did well.

It's good that you don't know it's octopus if you crack it smaller than anything else.

"It's a strange dried meat...... is this?

The baron asks me as he moves his mummy and jaw so hard.

The sight of baroness greats chewing octopus all together may be a little precious.

"It's octopus."

When I told the truth, the baron turned his eyes round and the clergyman prayed to God.

Some ministers flipped every chair like reactionary artists.

It's the end of some of them getting angry about "what kind of things to eat".

"Don't you see? Even discards like octopuses look like food from the perspective of me the stranger...... I would definitely invite you all to Lyon Cool. I want you to look at my realm with new eyes and tell me about new discoveries."

It was somewhat forceful, but I sort of put it together and opened the place up.

"It was a great sight. Yes or no, let us disturb Lioncool."

The Baron seemed to have a great deal to feel, nodding over and over again.

"Of course, we're going to be good friends."

"Yeah, it was a really meaningful time."

Me and the baron shook hands with gutter.

The Baron is a very advanced and intelligent figure, and after this he will be reforming his territory greatly.

For the record, the military and political stories exchanged by the Varians over and over became a book as an 'Albor Rule Question' by the clergy who compiled the minutes.

This book will be copied and will be hustled up in future generations as "historical evidence" of the alleged importance of chi theory and hygiene concepts from this era… it seems to have been received as a "frivolous story" for the contemporaries.

I was satisfied with my stay in Baron Albor.

Whatever the outcome, I was able to convey the importance of hygiene to a ruler other than myself.

Let's call it a big step forward.

Besides, he became my friend.

Actually, it's Rona, Lolo, Jean, and Zillow who continue to be the fifth Baron Albo to say I'm a friend.

He is a top five ranked friend of mine of grandeur.

I seem to have become Baron Albor all at once.

Next we head to Ame Castle, Baron of Benuro.

………………

On my way to Castle Ame, I found the opportunity and called out to Roland Causey.

I have already asked Rollo to pay for my surroundings.

It's just me and Causey here.

"What is it, my lord?"

Causey answers squarely, but I say, "It's not a pattern. Variance is fine," he laughed.

"You know, Causey… I'm not going to say anything about your relationship with your mother. Past and present."

Courcy answered briefly, "Ha," and lowered her eyes.

Is there backwardness, or did you think I would reprimand you... I don't know that.

"No, I'm not blaming you. My father's relationship with my mother is... so broken, I don't think my mother could have a new life."

Causey kept her eyes down and quietly listened to me.

"But I won't allow you to cry at my mother... before, in Uncle Berger's territory, you killed everyone walking to the bull horse."

This is bullshit on boulders, but there may be some exaggeration in the appeal.

"……… Is it the Berger tragedy?"

"That's right. If you piss me off, a similar disaster will befall Viscount Draine. Now forgive me, leave if you are lost or play"

I tried to tell her calmly.

But a samurai like Courcy would have conveyed my intention to kill him.

One-on-one across the street, in this situation, I'm confident that no one can beat me.

Depending on Courcy's response, I'm willing to try Falcon's cleavage.

There was a little while.

"… I will take that one……."

Causey swallowed a good word there.

"……… at my mercy…………………."

Also, words stop.

... My mother loves me, but I can't bother the old lord...

I was told that Causey's grid was in my hand.

There seems to be no mistake that he loves his mother.

But depending on your own response, you must seriously think that if you undermine my mood, you will kill all Viscount Draine's territory.

I have the image of being my mother's home or something like "If you're a skewered variant, you might do it" before.

In fact, if I was going to be harmful, I was prepared to kill Courcy here.

My mother even tried to resent me.

… at least it doesn't seem like a light buoyancy……

Somehow prepared, Courcy looked up and gazed at me.

I'm sweating amazingly on that face.

He seems to be too nervous.

"Well, fine. If they'd just mildly said," I'm serious, "they'd have killed me."

I laughed nicely.

"Forgive me. I'll ask for my mother."

I return my heel and head back to Lolo.

"Oh, thank you..."

That's all Causey told him, and he knelt down.

It may have been a little too irritating for me to leave active duty years ago.

After this, Courcy became a loyal subordinate serving our home.

He is a squire with Lucienne and his main task is to escort his mother.

Later, he told Lucienne, "No battlefield has ever seen someone as horrible as Master Barian," he said.

Did the pills work a little too well?

………………

Within doing so, a line approached Baron Benuro's territory.

The goer should be Castle Ame, where Baron Benullo and Emma's fiancée are waiting.

"Hey Father, what kind of fiancée is Emma?

Simon pulled up a horse and talked to me.

I'm used to handling horses for a long time.

Simon, who is busy and fearless, is also accustomed to the Brotherhood on this journey, and he runs his horses from time to time and plays in line.

Being loved by a soldier is also important to the commander, but Simon seems to be doing it in his natural temperament.

"I don't know. Apparently the name Albert. Jose's nephew, your grandfather feels cheated."

Simon bent his mouth to the letter "hmm" to my words.

"Is that a good guy?

"Come on? Like I said, I don't know."

Simon bluntly "mucked".

My daughter's son-in-law is stuck in her face wondering if she can know her son-in-law.

"Simon, good guy or bad guy... I don't know about that. People only see it as" good for them or bad for them. "

I keep my word.

Simon remains silent.

"This engagement is convenient for Lioncool. So I decided... it's up to me to be happy."

Yes, it is up to Emma to be satisfied with what she has received and "happy" and to suffer that "it should not have been like this".

There are as many people who will be unhappy in a romantic marriage as there are couples who will be happy in a political marriage.

"If you can, be happy with him. You're my brother, right?"

"I don't like anything," Simon muttered.

If you look at him, you'll be dissatisfied just to say that your sister, who was close to you, will be married far away.

I decided to change the subject.

"Hey...... I need to talk to you for a second. Come here."

I purposefully spoke to Simon and left the line when I ran my horse.

Simon arrives without delay. His equestrianism isn't so bad.

"Here's good, nobody's listening here"

I confronted and talked to Simon, forgiving the horse, "How are you?"

It's a man's secret.

"Simon, within a few years you will receive a woman's 'handwriting'..."

Simon stiffened himself when he heard me say, "Unhand."

Obviously nervous.

He also seems to already know what men and women "do" is.

"I know you like Chiara... but you can't do Chiara, just in case you have kids, right?

Simon listens in silence.

He didn't think he'd be tied to Chiara either, and he's not discouraged there.

"But I can ask you what hope is. Be honest with me. Nobody's listening here, what kind of thing do you like? It's better if you're as young as you can, or if you have a big dick."

"... ugh, yeah... it feels fun and gentle..."

I ask Simon what he likes.

... bright, fun, gentle, opium doesn't have to be big...... a little bit older, red hair, green eyes...... oddly specific...... hmm? Is that it?

"It's Chiara."

"Chi, no!!

Me and Simon make the horses walk side by side in a fuss with Gaagaa.

Men can thrive on women's stories at any age.

"If you like it so much...... why don't you ask the Partholone tribe? Chiara's cousin is cute inside. Actually, I have two daughters who are after me, too."

"So! Difference!

Simon pointed his lips and I laughed a lot.

Man to man, you may occasionally have time to say this.