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

It was the Earl of Darmon's army that had already finished the formation on the hill, which we saw as we proceeded to the northern plains.

That number is 2,000.

"Dear Barian, give me that one."

Poncero shows a formation of enemies, with a bitter face.

"Yeah, it's a shame they took the hill... well, there won't be a problem. You don't have to poke around here."

The interest of heights is certainly there.

Climbing hills sharpens enemy momentum and arrows from high positions reach far. Also, heights are easy to see far away… it's a simple story that seems ridiculous in words, but this means a lot.

In this way, it is not difficult to attack Don when he is sitting on a hill in the field.

So was the encounter earlier, but Count Darmon seems to be good at using the terrain.

But it's easy to deal with.

It's really a simple story, but the point is, it's only good if you don't attack.

I set up a formation in the plains a little further away.

Flat terrain but nothing blocks all sides, with good views.

I wouldn't worry too much about being ambushed with this.

Flat terrain is also easy for soldiers to advance and retreat, and this has the advantage.

"Well, talks and stuff... what happens?

"Normally, we think we're about to go to a truce and leave each other's soldiers."

Lolo responded to my words... but I have a feeling Count Darmon is going to say something strange.

I confirmed about two horseback rides came out of Count Darmon's formation at a time like I expected this one to arrive... probably an ambassador.

"Here we go. Let's get him on his way here too...... Simon! Coo! Nels! Pick up the ambassador!

I give instructions to the young people.

This was in the form of a welcome and a thank you.

This should tell the other party that there is a will to negotiate.

Shortly after, the young warriors marched out of their ranks.

Simon lost a little mouth count from Ramay's death, but his sweetness disappeared from his face.

Now it's the face of a fine Lioncool warrior.

There are various changes when it comes to warriors overlapping battlefields.

I began to enjoy fighting and killing, becoming vain, and extremely timid... The changes vary from person to person, with some changes convenient for warriors and others bad.

I felt that Simon's change didn't seem like a bad thing, at least.

... be stronger than me...

I dropped off my son in a prayerful mood.

Not to mention my first son.

It can't be cute.

………………

After sending the military ambassadors to and from each other, I took a few horsemen and proceeded to midpoint between the two formations.

The same is true of Count Darmon, if you look at it.

A blonde man who drives a horse without a helmet on... perhaps he is the Earl of Darmon.

It has an impressive beard.

…… you're young…………

I was surprised at the young man.

One way or another, I had an old image of Count Darmon... but the actual Count is around 30, about the same age as me.

Stretch your back properly, and be a samurai.

We got off the horses a little distance from each other and walked over.

Only one person on both sides.

"It's Varian de Lioncool."

"It's Digirre de Dalmon... let me start by thanking you"

Count Darmon blurted out, "Thank you."

When I showed a little confusion... Count Darmon replied, "You would have saved the Iron Shield soldiers."

... Oh, you're talking about a broken arm Iron Shield soldier...

When I tried to open my mouth, Count Darmon took control of it.

"We're in a hurry with each other. Let's not flatter."

"…… is that so?"

I got confused when I was missed.

... you're the one who shook the subject... you're so sloppy...

Oddly enough, he is my opponent.

The talks started feeling a little moistened.

"Sir Lioncool, let's go straight in, I want to stop the war"

The story of Count Darmon is truly straightforward.

It's quick and helpful... but things are going crazy.

"... Isn't that the one who attacked me without question about this being different?

Hearing my words, Count Darmon sighed, "Ugh," bending his mouth to the letter to which he could not speak.

"I'm sorry. Viscount Bashraal's offer... promised to cut off your lord's territory all he could. Including Bashraal territory."

I was surprised at this.

All-you-can-cut is a broken condition of ceding the entire occupied territory.

It is understandable that the take-up of Count Darmon, who was originally a neo-Kingship, will require considerable consideration… but it is a condition that I have long thought of.

I was also surprised by the condition that Viscount Bashraal's territory could be cut off all he wanted, but Count Darmon, who speaks this foolishly and honestly, is also quite a stranger.

… there is no denying the possibility of cod (bullshit) ………

But I don't know why you're lying.

"Do you want a truce because you don't intend to cut all you can, and they stick you behind you?

"That's right. I lost a lot in the last battle between the new king and the king's brother. It was a big mistake to make up for it."

The Earl of Darmon admitted it lightly and concurred.

It even makes me look like I don't like it, so I think it's weird.

I feel very uncomfortable.

I can't feel the will to rush from Count Darmon… or I feel like I'm giving up something.

…… How strange…………?

I tilt my neck inside, but I don't know what this discomfort is.

"So, what are the terms?

"It's blank. It's the same thing you want us to go home to, isn't it? Let's leave each other's soldiers."

Count Dalmon laughs.

I'm angry that you seem to have been stuck in your weakness, but I would certainly appreciate it if you would return unconditionally.

There are other enemies in this room.

"Well, you have no choice. Retreat the soldiers behind you."

"Oh, early, please. It was just a barren feud that ravaged each other's territory."

From the attitude of Count Darmon like other personnel, I still find something uncomfortable.

... Hmm, it's a corner, so why don't you ask... I don't think this Count is going to lie somehow...

I decided never to ask.

"Count Darmon, if you'll excuse me… I have something to say about the attitude of the Count. Even this time there is no occupied territory... I want to know the motive for deliberately abandoning it and turning back. To be honest, I suspect it's some kind of trap."

Yes, there must be a reason for the Lioncool army to intercept and turn back that Jean is rampaging in the rear, but I also feel another motive is weak.

If I'm Count Darmon, I'll make a showdown with the main force, turn back while I keep the occupied territories and slap Jean.

All winning is a prerequisite, but there is no way Count Darmon can come up with this natural operation.

This would be one cause of discomfort.

"Right… well, okay"

Count Darmon nodded and smiled sarcastically.

"Sure, my actions might have seemed puzzling if it had been for your lord. But I'm about to quit the Count, and I couldn't make the bet."

The Count mocked himself with a "fu," staring in the northern direction.

That's where Count Darmon is.

"The head of the Darmon family is in a weaker position than your lord would imagine. I have a lot of brothers, and each one of them has a supporter... they've made a huge mistake twice, and they'll be happy to rebuff me and try to pull me off the count."

Count Darmon, who speaks lightly, is naturally quite shocking.

The position of the principals of the aristocracy is not cheap.

I myself have opposing horses such as my nephew Tristan, and there is a possibility that there will be a rebellion and a "replacement" in the realm if some major breakdown continues.

And Count Darmon's 'something' happened.

It has overlapped with great failures in outings that may call into question our ability to be the masters.

This cannot be helped if public opinion in Count Darmon's territory moves to "replace the Lord".

Forgive me for wasting my life led by incompetent leaders with my people and men.

"I don't mind myself, but I'm sorry about the men I led... they'll be eating cold meals in the next system, but at least I want to make them go home safely... and"

The Count set aside for a moment and murmured lonely, "My position is so weak now that I can't even make a decision to undermine the soldiers".

Neither this judgment nor impossibility.

If the unsuccessful Lord greatly damages even the soldiers, his position will be even worse, and if he does poorly, his reward for the soldiers in Gotagota, where he takes turns, could also become Uyamuya.

I suppose he would have tried to profit the fisherman by multiplying the battle between Bashraar and Lionkur without damaging the soldiers… unfortunately for him, the Lionkur army has turned its main force north.

The Count, unable to set up a showdown that damaged his soldiers against the Lioncools main force, and having to turn back because of further damage in the rear, has moved on to the extreme.

... I see there were these circumstances behind Zillow's behavior that he regarded as' cowardly prudent '...

I judged the Count's words to be "true".

Count Darmon seems to be a bit of a stranger, but he's the kind of person who bows his head to me when I'm in charge of soldiers.

I found the word convincing that the soldier was sorry.

Then we have to do it.

"Count Dalmon, take your family and exile to Lioncool for that fold. Depending on the circumstances, let's promise to lend our soldiers here and hold the Count back."

"…… a fascinating suggestion, but in return?

Count Dalmon asked me in return after a few thoughts.

Of course, there are no good stories in the world about free mustaches.

Depending on these conditions, the help will also decline.

I felt like I was at war here, and I caged my strength in words.

"Serve me. I intend to make Lioncool more independent than Amoros once this battle is over. Abandon your loyalty to Amoros and pledge your loyalty to Lioncool and we will guarantee you Count Darmon's countenance and territory."

I said, "How about that?" Ask overlapping.

This is a bet.

But I don't think the minutes are bad.

If you want restoration, Count Darmon would want more help than he can get out of his throat, and at least if he goes through with Lioncool, he can secure an emergency evacuation destination in case of trouble.

If you don't have a way out, your political moves will be different.

"What a surprise, was your lord so ambitious...... are you going to conquer Amoros?

"No, I believe the kingdom of Amoros is too big. The peoples who live on the land are different and geographically separated… The Amoros region believes it is natural to break up into several countries"

There is still no ideology of ethnic self-determination in Amoros.

But it is true that each nation exists with its own culture and pride. Naturally, interracial rule is difficult.

Count Darmon, hearing my words, was thinking with his beard on his left.

"But it will presuppose that your lord will prevail over Viscount Bashraal"

It is a natural point. If Lioncool loses a lot here, that would be the end of the story where we support him.

"Right, but you can't lose first. At worst, you will only temporarily abandon Bashraal territory... because you cannot support 8,000 soldiers in Bashraal territory."

"I see, if it becomes a protracted battle and winters, your lord wins. It makes sense."

Count Dalmon nodded and seemed convinced many times.

Perhaps he was thinking about the trends in the territory and the situation in Amoros.

The point is the profit and loss account.

"…… rode. Anyway, you can't reinstate yourself if you get off the count... if you refuse your lord's offer, you're stuck. Then you're smart to bet."

The person who says this Count of Dalmon feels strangely intentional at my pace.

I thought if I felt the benefit of working with me, I would choose Assari and me... Anyway, the new Kings are also men who have limited themselves to Assari.

This type of hand should stay on your side if you keep giving it a profit.

A soldier who shows his strange old age may also, if at all, come from a deliberate profit and loss account.

"That's settled."

"Yeah, it's settled."

Me and Count Darmon embraced each other in a grand gesture and appealed for the establishment of peace.

You can see this from both sides.

Losing so much, the soldiers cheered.

………………

I went home and ordered a lift.

Support for Count Darmon is confidential, and this need not be left in its form either.

However, I have to tell my trusted men, and I told the Lioncool Army executives.

Fortunately, there was no objection, and I stroked my chest down.

Everyone seems to think that "it was a great success to have this place ruled by blank peace".

It is more of a battle now than it was in previous politics.

There is no doubt that this has reduced our enemies.

"Good, we're going back to Bashraal Castle in a hurry! Zillow, give me a message and tell Jean to pull up, too. Jean stands by on his own territory in case he gets weird."

"At the same time."

Zillow responded positively to my words.

The Count of Darmon in the north has a cat... but the size of the enemy is still far from alarming.

... a horn on a raven, in winter. If we hold out until winter arrives, our enemies won't be able to sustain the army...

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, I thought to myself in the coming winter.

This may be the first winter I've ever waited so long for.

The wind blows and the dead grass makes noise.

The chilly autumn breeze brought me victory.