Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

Running down a loose hill, Narson stopped Rata about 20 meters in front of the Kyrens.

The escorts descend down Rata first, then the other faces descend to the ground as well.

Led by Narson, we all walked up to about five meters in front of each other and the Kyrens.

"I will see you with Lord Narson Istel. I'm Kylen Gripes, the 10th Commander of the Barbell Corps."

A red-haired man talks to Narson.

"Anyway, I'm Narson. I heard you wanted to talk to me about something.

"Oh. Did you check the contents of the pot I gave you yesterday?

"Uhm. A weapon that emits poison smoke," the messenger said.

"That's right. I don't care if you think it's a weapon with similar effects to the one you used in the battle between them. We succeeded in making it, too."

"Hmm. So?

"Let's get straight to it. In the next battle, I want you to decide not to use poisonous smoke weapons against each other."

"Let me ask you why"

"Because 'it' is so powerful. If we fight each other with that stuff, there will be a large number of soldiers suffering from sequelae even after the war is over. Whichever wins, it will leave its roots in decades."

"You come in here on your own, breaking the truce agreement, and you see it as a bad flag color or a non-use agreement for weapons? Makes me laugh."

I laugh with my nose with the look on my face like Narson made a little fool of me.

Kylen looked bitterly.

"You should also want to avoid imposing extra pain on your soldiers. Even if you survive the battle, you'll suffer for the rest of your life if you have sequelae. This is where, from now on, each other, poisonous smoke weapons will not be used..."

"Don't be silly!!

Blocking Kylen's words, Narson yelled.

Kylen just stopped the words, but Titis and Philexia, who were both next to them, jumped up too shoulders of surprise.

The same goes for Ichigo and Liese, who made me jump off my shoulder all the time.

Barletta and Silvestria look to them without moving a single eyebrow.

"Break the truce, scatter our soldiers and our citizens, and now what more do you say! How can I trust you?

"Lord Narson, think calmly. We broke the truce agreement and attacked the fort because humans on the Arcadia side repeatedly attacked and massacred many of our villages. It's like payback 11 years ago."

Kylen speaks quietly.

"Even we have a heap of things to say to the Arcadians. However, with regard to this consultation, I would like them to be considered entirely separate from each other. For all the soldiers who stand on this battlefield, could you please drink a suggestion?"

"... the story is that the village on the Barbell side was attacked, but I did some research here as well -"

"Dear Mr. Narson, please do me a favor."

The gray-haired woman - Phlexia - stood next to Kyren, blocking Narson's words, raised her voice.

"That kind of thing is a weapon used in the outer roads. Last time, soldiers who inhaled poisonous smoke in the battle of the fort still make weird noises from their chests every time they breathe, or plead that their throats hurt to be burned. Besides, they're people with relatively mild symptoms."

Appeal to Narson with the look of Philexia pleading.

"Some of the severely ill people died from inability to breathe while retreating from the fort, or self-harm by chewing off too many tongues of bitterness or scratching their throats with swords. Other than that, there are people who have spit blood on the city and died, or almost slept even if they survived."

A good one blues to the story of Phlexia.

I was well aware that the poison gas would leave a sequelae, but when I heard this vivid story, I couldn't resist.

I know I can do it if I don't, but I really get a feeling of regret.

"Please. Please, let me not just use that weapon."

"Um, can I have a word?"

Valletta speaks to Philexia.

"Are you the one who formulated the contents of that pot?

"Yes, I made it"

"Can you tell me what you formulated?

"I mixed sulfur powder with roasted copper's... keho, keho"

Phlexia approached me and coughed painfully.

"Keho, keho! Whoo!"

"Oh, hey! Are you all right!?

Kylen mocks Philexia's back.

Phlexia is coughing hard, covering her mouth with both hands.

"Keho! Ha, ha... so, it's okay. I'm sorry."

Phlexia looks up and looks to Valletta.

"It's a mixture of sulfur powder and roasted copper powder, plus oil and poison grass. When you get smoke, severe pain runs in your eyes and you can't keep it open. If you inhale smoke, you won't be able to breathe."

Phlexia talks as she breathes with her shoulders in agony.

"If you want to make sure, all you have to do is light what you give it to me and let Lata or something smoke it. 'Cause it's gonna be the same thing I just said."

"... Um, maybe you smoked in the fort too?

When Barletta heard, Philexia smiled.

"No, I'm not smoking. I got a bit of a cold, and this is just what's happening. It's always like this...... keho, keho"

Phlexia puts her hand on her mouth and coughs up again.

When I saw it at hand, Valletta glanced at me a little.

"Okay. I'll try the effects of what I received later."

"Yes. Be careful not to inhale smoke though. Kaho, kaho."

"Phlexia, go back and rest. I'll take care of it later."

Kylen turns a worrying eye on Philexia.

Phlexia coughed small but smiled at Kyren.

"No, I'm fine. Because I just cough a little. Kaho."

"... well. If you can't, you tell me right away, okay?

"Yes. Kaho, kaho"

Kylen sighed, turning to Narson.

"Lord Narson, would you please accept the suggestion"

"Wait a minute."

Until then Zirconia, who had listened in silence, speaks to Kyren.

"Earlier, you said '11 years ago revenge' for the attack on a village in Barbell. You know how many villages near this border were attacked 11 years ago?

"Oh. I'm pretty sure this one did."

"Hey, Kylen."

A big man looks up and speaks to Kyren.

"That's okay," Kylen said, glancing at the man, glancing back at Zirconia.

"Even so, the senate folks will never admit it. The people involved are scattered."

"Do you know who put their hands down?

"Hmm? You want to know?

Kyren grins with a gruesome grin.

"... tell me now. If you don't tell me, I'll cut off one limb at a time until I want to."

A skinny man and a big man behind Kyren laid their hands on a sword pattern against a zirconia that softly provoked anger.

Isaac and Sylvestria also put their hands on the pattern at the same time.

"Wow, wow. Tell me, I don't even know who did it. Don't stare at me so much."

Kylen puts her hands in front of her chest and controls Zirconia.

"All right, let's do this. The senators will be here in a few days. I'll tell them who attacked your village. If I tell you that, how about agreeing not to use poison smoke?

"Okay. That's fine."

"Oh, hey! What?"

"Narson, I want you to keep your word."

Zirconia blocked it and stared at Nalson as he tried to flaunt Zirconia, who summed up the conversation on his own.

"I won't let you say I don't like it. I said it myself 11 years ago."

……

Narson faces and pushes silence.

Eleven years ago, when he talked to Zirconia about becoming his wife, Narson did promise to 'help him find the people who attacked his hometown'.

After all, there has been no progress so far, and Zirconia has given up looking for the killer half the time.

Kylen smiled more at the two of them.

"All right, you got the story covered. Well, here we go."

"Um, I need to ask you something."

Ichigo speaks to Kyren as she tries to cut the story off.

"Hmm? What?... and before that, what about you?

"My name is Kazla, a civilian."

"... what do you want to hear?

"Kaylene Corps Leader, why do you Barbell insist on subjugating Arcadia so much?

"Why... is that the reason for the war?

"Yes."

"I don't know. I'm just a soldier, and I'm not sure what you're thinking. Well, isn't hegemonism the one?

"Hegemonism......"

Hegemonism literally means that nations push for world hegemony.

Priority will be given to policies that strengthen the influence of other countries by subjugating them by military or diplomatic means to expand their territories or enter into agreements in their own favour.

"It's impossible to get along with all the countries around us these days. If you show any gaps, someone will be after you right away trying to get in there. Whether we want it or not, it's inevitable."

"Really..."

"Is that all the questions?

"No, just one more thing. Before, when you took Mr. Zirconia prisoner, you freed all the citizens and soldiers, didn't you? I don't know why I want to take Mr. Zirconia prisoner. I wonder why you got there."

"Oh, that one? That's because I wanted to end the war without bleeding as much as possible."

"What do you mean?

"Lord Zirconia is a hero of your country. I would say a flag of war against my country. Simply put, I wanted to break the human heart of your country."

"After breaking my heart, no annexation and nationalization,"

"Well, that's the place to put it simply. In the end, it all failed."

When Kylen said so, she headed to Rata behind her back.

"So, Lord Narson. We'll excuse ourselves for this. I'll send out another messenger, just wait till then."

"... ok. But if the battle starts before then, I'll let you decide there wasn't this negotiation."

"I understand. Before the battle, the messenger will surely send"

The Kyrens cross Rata.

Philexia sat in front of him, helped by Kylen.

"Oh, yeah! Uh, blonde over there with one knot!

Called on by Philexia, Valletta tilts her neck.

"Is that me?

"Yes! You made that poisonous smoke weapon, didn't you?

"... No, you don't. It was made by other craftsmen."

"Is that it..."

It makes me look sorry for Philexia.

"If I ever get to see you again, I want you to meet that craftsman. And I'd also like to meet someone who thought about a water truck or a machine to lift and unload their luggage! Kaho, kaho."

"Here, don't shout too loud"

"He said it was as good as this. Kaho, kaho."

Kylen kicks Rata's belly and takes the others and runs out.

Filexia looked back at Barletta and kept waving for a while.

At the same time.

Far from the fort, in Gregoria, the whole city was engulfed in a great deal of noise.

"Oh, hey! What's wrong with that!? What's going on!?

"Hey, my God..."

Two young people from the village of Gricea, who were staying in a luxury lodging in Central Street as radio liaison, rush to the sight of spreading out the window.

Thousands or tens of thousands of people were packed in the great square in the heart of the city.

A large pedestal is built in the centre of the square, on which dozens of people with monkey grooves and their arms tied behind their back are kneeling.

By their side, a luxurious middle-aged man was speaking out loud to people.

"Listen, citizens! These traitors conspired with Istaire and plotted to fall back on Barbell and destroy Arcadia!

A middle-aged man - Nibel Ferdinand - barked at citizens in angry shapes.