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

There is a man named Charles de Morier. He is the third son of a knight in the realm of Lioncool, known as the Haughty One.

Even when it comes to the Knights, there is no turning to property or anything like that for the third son. It is cereal crushing.

But luckily Charles was physically fit and bigger than he was when he was a kid.

Seeing that, Charles, who is also a handsome man, was promoted to an alumnus of Robert, the son of the Count Lioncool family, and the future opened up - should have been.

Yes, until Robert was assassinated.

"The bad guys are set on Albert de Groat!

"Varian killed me."

"It was Yurban Decos who set the march route. Didn't you get taken in by the variants?

Everyone who was a squire held their mouths together saying that the variants who had succeeded in the Berger crusade had raised their ambitions and assassinated Robert.

Charles agrees with that.

Charles and his three knights and his civilian squire dreamed of following Robert and having a successful land. The variants who crushed it unmistakably can't hate it.

"Everyone, what are we going to do?

Someone said it.

"I will protect Master Tristan for Lord Robert."

Enzo Pesar, Robert's squire chief, responded first.

Some are in tune with Enzo, while others go home and plow the fields under their parents.

"What are you gonna do?

Someone asked Charles.

"I'll be a valiant squire."

Charles' words were all colored together, but he controlled them, and he continued.

"Don't get me wrong, monitor variant movements. As soon as we have evidence of the assassination, we will avenge it."

As Charles continued his words, he and Gokuri rang their throats.

"Brilliant! I'm coming with you!

"You are... forgive me for doubting you."

One name after another, Robert's squadron broke up into three parts.

Robert's orphan, the one who protects Tristan.

He who becomes a subordinate of the variants, and crawls through the gaps.

And those who retire.

Each way is different, my loyalty to Robert remains unchanged.

... Look at that, Barrian! I'll find you!

Charles glanced at Guillari.

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"Oh, well done. You're my brother's squire."

Charles and the others met Varian face to face at the mansion of Count Lioncool's house.

Variants are great bodies. My body is bigger than a big Charles. Not a single turn. Face to face, you will be overwhelmed by its martial authority.

"We're busy, aren't we? I started pioneering. Can you do carpentry or wild work?

I get muddled by the language of the variants. A squire is a warrior. Do you want me to grasp your servant and let him do his wild work?

"If you're willing, let's do the payment. Eat your food too. I'm going to pioneer land... Whoa, Dormier! Emone!"

Barrian called out to his ancient squire and said, "Teach him until you get used to it."

It is a slightly less loving response.

... Well, can't you suddenly get credit?

The Brotherhood, which is a barian squad, has a large number. There is no choice but to behave unwillingly towards the new arrivals.

I was a little discouraged, but Charles comforted himself that it would be something like this.

"Don't let it get you down. The Lord is so obsessed with pioneering, he can't see anything else."

Emotions were on my face, or an ancient senator called Emone comforts me.

"I don't know, brotherhood isn't sweet. I don't work for incompetence that just wields a sword."

The ancient conscript, called Dormier, instructs him to "follow me" as he says he hates it.

I was angry at this, but was surprised that I was given a triangular helmet or leather armor in the armory I was taken to. I don't have a lot of money.

It's not just about the financial power of a variant. And its generosity.

Some of those who were subordinates to the same lobel would have been so drunk with the variants.

A generous Lord is a good Lord.

... We need to keep our heads tight.

'Don't be alarmed,' Charles told himself, retightening his mind.

――――――

Brotherhood, I don't know what to say...... I've been busy.

Create dwellings in pioneering lands, plow fields and monitor the escape of slaves. Naturally, there is also a variant escort and training.

In the meantime, a security mission in the territorial capital was added. It's so busy that I can turn my eyes.

The head of the Brotherhood is a civilian named Poncero, but he is very skillful at handling soldiers.

I treat my team fairly and discipline myself.

It is indeed an intense duty, but there is no dissatisfaction from the members for the reward of Poncero's morality and breaking.

Anyway, if you put something on it and say, "It's an allowance," you get paid.

Charles, from the Knight's family, is also a good user. Soon he was entrusted with the assistance of Poncero, wearing a clasp, and wearing an iron helmet.

And the key variant, but incredibly, sifts through the pioneering land himself, tills the fields, and burns the tiles.

Training, eating, even in the bedroom. Everyone was distracted by the variants.

And surprisingly believable, morning and evening prayer is not indispensable.

I'm a pathological lady lover, but I can say it's a bad personality.

In the meantime, the pioneering land expands, with more inhabitants.

I have no idea about politics, Charles. But I could understand that this was the arm of Varian and his deputy, Tanqueray.

Anyway, they invented farm tools and water pumps that I've never seen before.

And give generous hands of assistance to the newly settlers and take care of them meticulously... this can't be any bigger.

Soon, his companion, who was Robert's squire, forgot his revenge, and everyone went home to farm in the pioneering land, leaving Charles alone.

I think that is true. At any rate, in the pioneering land, the land you cultivate becomes your own if you wish.

Get the land and hire a small piece with the money you earned from the Brotherhood... the dream of the second son, the third son, will come true. I can't help it.

"Hey, Charles! It's a fight!

"He said Elwanee was next!

And every battle, the Brotherhood follows the variants as a delight.

Varian is a brave, cunning, unbeatable samurai. Members don't even think about losing battles, etc.

Soon Charles was also familiar, and when he became known as the ancient soldier, there was an unexpected reunion.

"Hey, Charles. We've gotten weird together."

This is Enzo Pesar, Robert's squire chief.

He should have gone all the way to the Dreams with Tristan, but naturally, he said he had no food support and had returned to Lioncool at some point.

And what a promotion to the role of Fu (Mo) of the children of the variant.

"I don't know who Fu is... Charles is also a Brotherhood leader, right? It's strange how time flies."

Enzo gives a complex expression.

Though the passage of time faded, the wounds of the unreasonable assassination of the Old Lord are not healing.

"Hmm, don't get me wrong. I serve the variants to find out the truth about the assassination."

"Right," Enzo snorted and laughed thinly as Charles strengthened.

This man has always had a clever place. You must be spotting revenge and other forgotten hearts until you see Enzo's face.

"Master Simon has great qualities. Let me show you how to handle your axe."

Enzo laughs joyfully.

Apparently I'm happy with my current job.

"Hmm, my moves are made by Lord Robert's squad. That's not sweet."

Charles shook and walked shoulder to shoulder with Enzo.

Seven years had already passed since Robert's death.

Later, Charles de Morrier became a compiler of the Brotherhood as a successor to César de Poncero, who, after the death of Varian, followed Simon on an expedition to his death.

He is one of the eight generals of Lioncool.