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

The Lioncool army heads north all the way.

The goal is Darmon Castle, Count Darmon's capital.

Supplements were provided in the village along the way, but no looting was carried out.

I just want to thank the village for their kind assistance. The Lioncool army is a group of gentlemen.

"But the Darmon realm is rich. Are you eating wheat from time to time?"

"A lot of people, right?"

Me and Lolo were surprised by the richness of Count Darmon's territory.

The supplies gathered are not the same as Lioncool.

First, wheat.

Wheat is not suitable for growing in Lyon Cool, where the land is thin and very cold, and I encourage barley and rye.

The Darmon territory is located to the north from the point of view of Lioncool, but it seems that wheat grows.

... Speaking of which, the Count said he had as many as 3,500 mobilizations alone...

Of course I can't swallow it, but it's still a big deal.

Even though Lioncool has become richer, the mobilisation capacity would be limited to 2,800 people. It would gather even more if it were a state of emergency, but even a state of emergency like the Battle of Bashraal last year totaled more than 3,000... this is still the number that made it a little impossible.

Bashraar will be able to mobilize 2,000 people, but the real number is about 1,500 because people are distant from me.

A soldier is a people.

Hated lords have difficulty collecting soldiers.

"Because the population doesn't increase immediately... the wheat bread is delicious and I envy you"

"Yeah, you have a lot of onions later. I grew them in Lion Cool, but they seem to have a lot of good stuff here."

Lolo lifted the onions that were tied together a few balls.

The onion is a convenient vegetable that can also be sunny if it is hung and preserved after being tied up in this way.

I don't know if the difference in size is between cultivation methods and varieties, or soil, but I'd like to bring this one to Lioncool to grow it.

... that's when the farmers are set...

I know how to grow it. You can bring him in.

I'm going to get the farmer right and take him to Lioncool.

"No, no, when it comes to food in the Darmon realm, it's a simmering of guts, right? That's delicious."

"It was a great fat. I don't have hot air, so if I'm caught off guard, it's hot."

Roger and Poncero are here.

It's kind of a fresh combination.

What they call a simmering of the gut is a soup eaten on Darmon territory.

Looks like I'm going to simmer and make pig or goat guts with onions and herbs with this or not. There was an intense odor and it was fatty, but it tasted good.

You think it's a festive treat around here?

"It might taste good if seasoned with fish soy sauce."

"I see, the equipment seems to go well with a lot of things."

I hear Roger and Poncero are surprisingly close.

Poncero is a good caretaker, so maybe it goes well with the unreliable but bright Roger.

"Well, the simmering of the organs is delicious... is something wrong?

When I ask the two of them, Roger laughs, "It was."

"A local knight has offered to help. He's neutral."

"The reconnaissance team has made contact. You wondered if they could attack us because we passed nearby. How he hastily offered."

In response to the two words, I replied unmindfully.

He would be a local knight who was opportunistic. There won't be a lot of troops, and you can leave them alone.

There's no reason to attack.

"Do you want me to get you supplies? If you're willing to rendezvous, tell Count Darmon's unit to rendezvous."

"Understood. I'll tell Darmon to rendezvous with the team."

Poncero laughed niggardly and walked away.

What he calls the 'Darmon Squad' is haphazard. "This is just a separate team, the more awesome main unit is holding back," he said.

"Hmm, you don't have to go?

I called out to Roger as he lifted the bound onion and played.

"No, I'll go but... onions over here are big. Is it of a different kind?

"Sort of. I just wanted to take a few things home and try some cultivation... just go."

Roger went after Poncero on a small run as I drove him away "snuggly".

He seems interested in cooking and agriculture.

"Master Roger has also grown splendidly with a lot of learning. You can't say" snuggle "to a knight."

Lolo is annoying.

But I didn't say anything wrong, so I snorted.

"But not yet. He's my uncle's heir."

"That's tough. It's a bad match."

Me and Rollo laugh and rejoice in the growth of our young people.

Roger, Gee, Albert... everyone is young.

Somehow, when I see someone younger than me grow up, I feel sentimental because I feel old.

When I imagined my old age, I became anxious.

"... Lolo, when I'm your grandfather, change my diapers."

"Ha!? Suddenly what is it! Why am I the same age as Barian!!

It's been a while since Lolo lost track of me and I laughed.

Amoros treated me like an old man after 50.

I'm not even talking about such a distant future.

As a matter of fact, I'm becoming more aware of the decay.

Recently, I suddenly vomit a lot… Sometimes my stomach contents reflux when I get it or fall asleep and say "oops".

No big deal, but sometimes my heartburn is terrible and I don't feel good.

... I don't know if it's reflux esophagitis or something... it's stressful...

When I rub it around my stomach, it kind of races up again and becomes "uh-huh."

Next to me, Lolo said, "I'll never change it!," he declared forcefully.

Damn, he's got weather.

………………

Further north, I saw enemy scouts several times.

This one is destroying the castle.

There's no way the Clemans won't notice.

"You're here again. Can you aim with a barista?

"Hmm, does that really make you intimidated"

Andre is putting an arm around my mouth and considering it.

Andre is now in charge of running the army in general as my deputy general.

Fine with everything, Andre is good at his job.

On this expedition to Darmon territory, I have barely spoken to Andre... and I don't need to.

We are still checking the quantity of supplies, but there is no leakage in what Andre does.

It's easier to throw round if you have a man who can.

My army has Poncello, who is good at soldier operations, and Andre, who is a good operator.

Really dependable...... they are both wheels of the army.

Freed from everyday chores, I relax and enjoy the battlefield.

In fact, I've been a separate team general since my first expedition, and I've never had such an easy expedition.

Until Pusan Castle, the army of the principals were with them, so they adjusted and I worked hard, but now it's just Albert's army and Jean's.

In other words, I don't need to feel comfortable.

"Let's not barista. But enemy scouts are blind, and morale is involved. Get rid of me appropriately."

"Okay. I will alert Sir Poncero."

Andre tried to back off when he looked at the chillari and the scouts.

Then, it seems that Poncero has just arrived.

It's as if our conversation was being heard at a good time.

"The army is out of Castle Darmon. There are 1,700 of them, and if we keep going with each other, we might even meet tomorrow."

"Suddenly. Well, you're destroying the castle, too, and that's the obvious story. I just want to set up a formation in the right place... I'll leave the formation to you."

I nodded to the report and ordered Poncero to build the position.

Count Darmon territory has a lot of flat land and positions like taking advantage of the high and low differences are difficult.

It would be a good idea to set up in an open place with a good view.

Poncero can't do a job like laying a formation on a flat ground… or the formation is better than mine.

"We have scrap material that destroyed the castle before this, so please use that. Let's also cut out the building materials here."

"That helps, I'm going to go out and check the terrain now. I know to some extent, but I still need to see for myself..."

Andre used to hang out with Poncero when he was younger, but now he's calm.

I can trust these two.

It is a being that can entrust the future.

"Hey, can you two change my diapers if I mess up?

When I asked the abrupt question, Andre said, "Huh?" and solidified, Poncero was silent.

"Never mind. I think it's been fashionable among the barians lately."

Lolo looked a little annoyed and gave the two of them a lifeboat.

This guy is a traitor who made a grand declaration that he won't "change" my diapers.

"Ha... I'm pretty much older."

"Yeah, not really...... that, because I'm older too. If you have any problems, I'll tell my sister."

I think they said something terrible.

I don't have that much trouble down there. Rude.

It's as good as "If I fart luxuriously, I'll occasionally come out with you".

Three loyalists betrayed me.

My old age is lonely...... I'll stick to active duty until I'm critical and I'll age you, remember?

………………

Next day

The Lyoncourt army laid a line and waited for the army of the Cremanites.

The formation is makeshift but surrounded by fences, with empty luggage cars positioned instead of gates. Move your luggage whenever you go in or out.

Many times the enemy's scourge has appeared, but it is a strong formation with potpounds on the spectacular terrain.

There is no such thing as an ambush.

"It's an ambassador, scouts are in contact."

"Again…………"

Poncello told me about the arrival of the Clemans' military ambassadors.

Since yesterday, the Cleman messengers have been here many times, but the contents are the same every time.

"Don't let Lioncool interfere with the civil unrest in Darmon." "It's not in the Digiré de Darmon (Count)." "The Count's wife is kept as a hostage."

It looks like we're trying to get this army out of here somehow, but that's not gonna happen.

This one says every time, "This one's a separate team. Negotiations go with Count Darmon" only stick around.

I don't give a bad word.

Not so much, an ambassador appeared.

Since yesterday, we've been seeing each other several times, and he would have expected the results.

Originally, he is a middle-aged man, but this time he looks even less floating.

All of a sudden it's a stunning eight word brow.

"I will preach the Word from my Lord……"

When the ambassador opened his mouth, I replied, "Negotiations are with Count Darmon".

"No, um... let me just say this to the end."

The military ambassador looked like he was going to cry and I felt sorry for him just a little... a big deal if it was an operation to buy sympathy.

"Yeah, well... I understand your position."

"Oh, sorry so many times"

This man is also in a difficult position.

I'm not doing it because I want to.

I said, "Do you want some dried meat? When I advised him, he honestly received it.

... don't feel like the sadness of middle management...

A military ambassador in the enemy line who spills dry meat... there is indescribable sorrow in his rounded back.

"Well, I've had you come many times, and shall we make a promise of a meeting?

"Thank you. Happiness."

The middle-aged man opened his eyebrows slightly and responded to the negotiation.

Set a date, a time, and a place to hit each other's armies.

If this happens, this one is overwhelmingly more advantageous than the number, but I guess he wants to cut it up quickly, too. Without any objection, the next day's showdown is decided.

"Well, good luck with that. You can come to us whenever you want to change jobs. How about a deputy or something in a laid-back village?

"Grateful happiness. But... I'm sorry about that."

He reacted only slightly to the part called 'relaxation'.

I guess I'm tired and stressed out within the time I've been back and forth between the two armies...... you look tired.

"Take care of yourself."

At the end of the day, when I spoke, the military ambassador gave me a complex expression and again lowered his head and walked away, "Thank you, happiness".

His hindsight is not as lively as a salesman returning from the end of the electricity.

... I was a little bit more bissy at first... am I still being blamed by Cleman or Auge...

Think about it. I've been back and forth since yesterday.

Maybe it's close to an insomnia break... that's why I was hungry enough to swallow the dried meat my enemies gave me.

"You've become strangely gentle"

Lolo is trying to say something, but he didn't have a particular heart.

"I'm sorry. Come on."

To be honest, this is the real deal.

Let's just crush the enemy and free the poor man from the Black Corporation.

The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow.

The place is not far away either.

I ordered the soldiers to rest and prepare for the showdown.