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

Arriving at Castle Darmon, I led the army and entered while riding.

These are great disrespect, but I will be Lord of the Count of Darmon.

You must behave as the Lord of the castle.

Dalmon Castle is a large city with roughly 2,100 houses and a population of tens of thousands.

By the way, there are 1,677 units in the capital of Lioncool and the population is about 9,000... I can't figure out the exact number of slaves or the number of free people going in and out.

There's homeless people, some of them live on their own in places like barns, and when I mention it, I don't have a kiri.

It is more or less a recognition that I said 'about this much', but to this extent it is sufficient.

The city was quiet as they proceeded to the city… perhaps they were all trembling in the house.

"It's quiet."

"Oh, there's no way the bad reviews in Bashraar have been conveyed. You must be hiding because you're afraid of me."

Lolo seems wary of quiet townships, but it's hard to imagine an urban area where the damage will expand if you hit him accidentally.

It's natural to think that people are simply hiding out because they're afraid of us.

According to rumors in the world, Barrian, king of Lioncool, whom Count Darmon drew in, is a tyrant of treachery and ruthlessness.

The township became splendid as it headed from the castle gate to the centre, reaching the square in front of Count Darmon's palace.

Not the size of a mansion in Lioncool, a royal palace-like building… this is a positive (maze) palace.

... That's a big deal, that's all I feel about the power of Darmon territory... I might have been a bad hand in helping Count Darmon to strengthen his power... From now on we need to pay attention to how the Count treats us...

When I retightened my mind and stepped into the square, a loud cheer broke out.

Count Dorraine's team welcomed him with great cheer.

"" Hooray!! Wow!!

"" Oooh!!

"" Long live Victory!! Long live the Kingdom!!

The soldiers gloriously honor their victory and shout Hail to their mouths.

Further in the great cheer, the lords of the other team, including Count Darmon, greeted me with thanks.

"The suppression of treason in the realm, above all."

When I spoke from the horse, Count Darmon thanked His Majesty for his extraordinary victory: "Your Majesty's bid for what he has invited in our immorality…".

This is an important demonstration, albeit a meeting pose.

Count Darmon did not covenant, but bowed to Lioncool in the official setting.

"Please forgive me first at my mansion. We have drinks for the soldiers."

"Yeah, let's have a treat."

I turned to the soldier and spread my hands wide on the horse.

"Great warriors!! A feast!! Calm down with alcohol, fill your belly and nourish your English!!

Again, a loud cheer that springs up.

The morale of both armies is high.

... At this rate, there will be no looting without darkness... thank the Count...

Control of soldiers needs to continue to satisfy short-term desires.

Namely, women, liquor, food, violence, hardware… As long as we continue to give these, the soldiers will neither betray nor flee.

If you don't fill it up, it's a riot or a getaway... but if you think about it in common sense, people won't be able to work for you in return. It's only natural to keep giving what you want.

This time the Earl of Darmon arranged the feast seats so I could satisfy the greed of the soldiers.

This will also reduce friction with the citizens.

I know the Count also has an intention to protect the Darmon capital, but it is true that this one helped. I want to thank you honestly here.

I am led into the palace by the Earl of Darmon.

The walls of the stone palace were decorated with large tapestries and candlesticks made of goat horns illuminated the room.

The hallway is a long main road.

... Hmm, Tapestry hides soldiers, so long hallways and lighting candlesticks are ready for raids...

The interior of the palace appears to be equipped with defensive functions.

The long main corridor prevents numerous intrusions.

Lighting candlesticks with few windows would also be necessary to slow down the lights and blunt the enemies' feet when they have to.

This palace is the last fort to be built when an enemy enters Darmon Castle… it's not just a luxury.

When I went out into the hall, I sat dokali in the lord's chair.

This is also a consistent demonstration.

"I'm sorry, but please be patient."

"No, don't worry about it. It's necessary."

I stand beside Count Darmon in a whispered conversation.

The rationalist Count doesn't seem to care much, but the faceless Count can't read what he's thinking.

On the contrary, this one bothers me.

Everyone was there, and I spoke aloud to Count Darmon… I was right next door, but I shouted to make everyone hear me.

It's ridiculous, but it's like that.

"Let's finish off the traitor before we take a liquor stand."

"Understood. Charlo and Clemagne, masterminds of the conspiracy! as well as to bring Bizee!

When Count Darmon ordered, the castle soldiers immediately brought the three.

A separate movement led by Count Draine is destroying the armies of Charlo and Bizee, who were the flag of one side of the rebellion, and plunging Castle Bizee, which was their home.

Charlo and Bizee had already surrendered and taken prisoner.

Charlo is a man in his mid-30s with a thick chest plate, and the way he grew his beard resembles Count Darmon.

Clemann said he was only in his early teens. A fat kid of his age, Knight Bisey is a stubborn old man who said he was a samurai.

It is understandable that Charlo and Clemagne, the Count's brothers, are alike, but Bizee has a somewhat similar atmosphere... maybe a little bit of a relative.

They're all blondes.

... Yeah, Cleman isn't a kid, he shouldn't be in the fight for a reason...

I snorted to the point where I could make it from the inside.

I guess Knight Auger wanted to take out his child Cleman and make him a puppet.

Augie, the powerful man, could have done it... or if we hadn't come, we would have succeeded.

The cremant is biting my teeth.

"You want to say something, kid?"

Clément blushed when I asked.

"You rude bastard! Why are you sitting in that chair!! You crazy bastard!!

Apparently Cleman is pretty straightforward.

Maybe he was pretty spoiled...... he doesn't understand the situation at all.

... Well, even from the age I was born in the late years of my predecessor Count and grew up spoiled...

I sighed deliberately.

"Don't you see this, you fool? I can't even imagine a toddler equating blood with Uncle Darmon."

My words are a clear insult. Exactly. I can't say early teens are toddlers.

It feels like I made a fool of myself for middle school students.

By the way, I'm wearing a crown and a mace, so you'll soon know I'm a king.

Naturally, this crown and the king are replicas... there is no difference as objects, but you can't just carry the real thing with you.

Cleman, who heard my words, blushed his face and said something, but that's all.

When I ordered him to "shut up" because he was confused, Dormier held Cleman to the floor at his disposal.

Clément tried to make a scene, but Dormier was not sweet.

He stuck his thumb up Cleman's armpit without a look on his face. This is plain but painful.

Cleman screamed in disdain.

"Count, is it painful to judge your brother?

"Though the chiefs of the thieves who harmed my wife... will you hang my real brother in your hands?"

When I turned to the water, the Count said something terrible.

Count Darmon said casually, but not calmly that he "harmed his wife".

It is hard to believe that Augie actively killed the Count's wife.

It's obvious, but it doesn't make sense to kill the hostages... in fact, Augie was also making a firm appeal in her negotiations with me to "keep the Count's wife".

I was willing to use it as a negotiating material.

The wife was dead after she fought us... If Augie hadn't killed her, she'd say that after Augie's death, the Clemans, who opened the castle without resistance, deliberately murdered the Count's wife.

Could that be ridiculous?

... I see you're in a good position to accept my sister...

With his mouth, the Count answers without a shame: "It is painful to punish the body" … obviously a convenience to spare the stigma of "internal killing".

I once again sensed the bottomless creeps of Count Darmon.

"…… Sort of good, hey Lord Charles!

When I spoke, Charlo, silent, stretched out his back and said yes.

Quite a good reply.

"Listen carefully, Charlo. If I execute Cleman and Bizee with your hands, I will protect you with my wife."

Charlo was temporarily stunned by my suggestion and shivered rattled that he understood what it meant.

Cleman curses at me and Bizzie looks up to heaven like she gave up everything.

"Th, That is, too………………………"

Charlo said just that to squeeze it out.

He tells me to kill the loyalist and his real brother who tried to defend himself... it would be hard to snort.

But this is necessary.

Normally execute Clemann, who is still young, or Bizee, the powerful man in the realm, and the grievances in the realm will go to me and Count Darmon.

Leaving it alive leaves the roots of evil. This is a means to avoid it.

If Charlo executes two people, he can focus his territorial grievances as a "coward who killed his loyal minister and real brother for sparing his life"... or so he directs.

Clemann and Bizee are sentenced to death, and Charlo is the only one who can help is a trial that lacks significant impartiality.

That's why citizens would create "something" on their own if they rumored that Charlo traded "something".

That's what people talk about.

Tailoring Charlo to be "evil" is a good modus operandi.

And one more thing.

My protection of Charlo would allow me to put silent pressure on Count Darmon to say, "There's a replacement for you."

Charlo is Count Darmon's real brother.

It would also be possible to send troops to "take turns" when the Count shows a move that is not in line with Lioncool's intentions.

… of course "it" is a last resort……

"You hit them both in the neck. But if you refuse, as a great renegade, you will be sentenced to four torn sentences for all three."

"Four rips!? That's too..."

Charlo raised his voice close to screaming.

Four rips is a maximum sentence.

Many times he is strangled, he is resurrected, and the sinful flesh is chopped alive.

With a burnt pencil, the meat is shredded, his own cut genitals and his chopped guts are shown, and at the end of the day, his limbs are cut off and exposed separately.

It is a terrible punishment just to imagine.

By the way, these four rips apply to the 'Great Revolutionary' so if I'm caught alive by Amoros, I'm likely to rip four... it's a relief story.

"Have a good day. King Lioncoole should not treat Lady Charlo without his presence."

Bizee, who didn't say anything until now, spoke to Charlo to tell him.

That mouthful tells me that you're reading my intentions.

"Little Father… that's too harsh a word"

"No, I'm not going to live long enough to lose this one."

After this, Charlo and Bizee were crying, but the conversation seems to have come to an end.

Good is not a hurry, but tomorrow the execution will take place in front of the citizens.

Clément cried as he failed to keep up with the sudden development of the situation, Charlo was drooled, and Bizee left the hall as a taunt.

"That's right, this is the enemy," exclaimed Count Darmon, who dropped off behind them.

I don't know the meaning of the words, but I couldn't ask in front of everyone, so I decided to listen.

"You made me wait! From now on, it's a feast!

When I declared it, the barrel was brought in.

Finally, the feast of victory begins.