Qualdenze Gardacle.
He was the first boy born between my grandfather Galphis and my grandmother Cassia, a little older brother to my father Luxe, and from what I can tell, he is my uncle.
His uncle, who was a "fine nobleman" with the anecdote that a month after he was familiar, he conceived as many as three of his accompanying maids, said his parents, of course, had a thick trust from his brother and were expected to have a future.
But such an uncle died long before I could have been born. It is said that it was not an accident or illness, but a murder by the hands of the old Voystra.
It doesn't even make me laugh when my uncle, who loved sharks, dies of being framed.
By the way, his wife, who has just been married from the Silopea family, not just from his uncle, has also been killed with him. Old Voystra bought a lot of grievances from the Qualdenze and Silopea families in exchange for their lives.
And, quite like that, I only know the outline, but the details are refreshing.
If you want to find out about someone on El Oro continent, you will either hear it from people or look it up in a book. Convenient search sites do not exist.
But at the time it was still time when my grandmother Cassia was acting as head of the Qualdenze family, and my uncle Gardacle, if I may say so, is just a son of nobility. There are few names left in the book.
It's best to listen to people in this case, but unfortunately the topic of my uncle's death was taboo in the Qualdenze family.
"The city of Oseloria is at present."
My grandfather says in a voice so low that he wonders if it's sounding from the bottom of the earth.
Me and the old knight kept quiet as if we were in gold bondage, waiting for the rest of it.
"The castle will also take shape in the spring."
So just be prepared, okay? It was obvious what I was saying besides that. The old knight seems to have figured it out too, returning a word of gratitude to his grandfather.
I also thought it would be nice if I told my imperial human opponents about my confidentiality, but, well, it would be fine. No matter how much of a brain-muscled grandfather you are, you shouldn't be daunting Hema in a war relationship. I guess you're talking because you're a good opponent.
I also wrote in my brain notebook that the war against nobility might begin next year.
If I were to join the war, I might have a chance to have a princess from the Duke's house or something.
There are several treatments for the princess of the destroyed aristocracy, but some of them spend the rest of her life as a human nursery.
When I'm just a little excited, my grandfather goes on in a tone that keeps the tension going.
"... twenty years."
That was time since I started plunging fights into imperial aristocracy.
"Twenty years since I entrusted Qualdenze to Luxe.... I've come this far. The sword of Noun reaches the city of Oseloria."
"Yes, I never thought I'd be able to get here in such a short period of time, that day, when I asked Lord Galphis about his determination."
"That's the same for Non. I was going to entrust this grievance to Luxe. I didn't know this could work... Pleasant miscalculation."
I also know very well that my father admired my uncle Gardacle. Looks like my grandfather was going to spend the rest of his life preparing the ground for revenge for his father.
As I was thinking about it, my grandfather approached me and gently stroked my head.
"It's Wilk. Thanks to you."
"Yes?"
Look at me confused, old knight opens his mouth.
"We hear it was Wilk's feat to raise Newnelly Silk to industry. Silk is very popular in empires, but it's hard to get. By accommodating Newnelly silk, we were able to keep some nobles secretly on our side."
Silk is considered a luxury product because of its touch and beauty, and wearing a dress with this becomes a statue as a nobleman.
But Mumshredded Federal specialty silk is not easy to buy just by piling up gold coins. Because of the limited number of them, we need to connect with the merchants we work with.
With the largest desert on the continent known as the Black Desert spreading between the Mumshred Union and the Jinker En Empire, it becomes quite a turnaround if you want to carry silk. As a result, the silk merchant sells most of the imported silk within the Kingdom of Levios.
It seems that the imperial aristocracy was clearly divided between factions that could buy silk and those that could not, because huge costs and kingdom aristocracy would really be necessary to obtain large quantities of silk.
The sudden appearance there was the Newnelly silk I made. Demand is very high, although not pure white silk, which is the finest product.
According to the old knight, bringing a silk deal to some Imperial nobles, who were opportunistic, allowed them to become Qualdenze advocates or move to complete neutrality.
It's basically my development play that was abandoned, but my father seemed to make a lot of use of it behind him as a nobleman.
"There's some silk, but that's not all. There are cases of healing, war expenses, and more recently, the city of Nambonan."
According to my grandfather, some of the money I've earned seems to have helped a lot, either by being hit by the cost of war, or by my powerful healing magic without having to diminish the number of demonic soldiers.
The city of Nambonan became very cooperative with his grandfather after the war, he said, and the castle building work is proceeding efficiently.
"Was it? It seems to be helping my uncle in his hatred."
It was good to know those aspects because I didn't get much involved in my grandfather's invasion of the Empire. I'm going to do more that I can help.
Clear enemies are better handled by my grandfather while he's alive, but it'll be easier when I take over the Qualdenze family in the future.
"Oh, speaking of which, Master Wilk has never met Master Gardacle."
"Yes."
My grandfather chuckled as I talked about that as an old knight.
"It's funny because I've never even talked to Gardacle, but he's got a similar temperament"
"Master Gardacle has a temperament...? When it comes to temperament, is it still?
"Yes."
I guess it's really rare how my uncle likes sex or yaritin around just getting through with that already.
My grandson loves sex! and proud grandfather is a bit unthinkable in previous life. I want to get used to this feeling, but I still feel a gap.
"If that's the case, the Qualdenze army will be safe in the future."
The Qualdenze army is strong.
There are several reasons for its strength, but the biggest reasons are the large number of demonic and submissive soldiers.
Even when it comes to the army, most civilians do not have the magic to make it up. It is good to say that the subordinate soldiers are less than 1% of the total.
Its few conscripts are treasured in carrying out any maneuver.
Beginning with alert action by detective magic, healing magic can also restore wounded soldiers, and magically reinforce civilian units to use for assaults if they are on the front line.
If an individual is also highly capable of combat and rats a soldier without magic, then the subordinate soldier is a cat. Is it like a man with a bow and a spear challenging a main tank?
In short, just one more soldier in the army will increase the range of tactics at once.
Then we are talking about why there are so many ancestral soldiers in the Qualdenze army, but it is not about anything, it is just about the children left behind by my uncle being in the army.
Of course my uncle has a past where he ate and scattered the daughters of the knights, depending on allowances and the civilian daughters in the territory. That is why magical children are being born all over the territory of Qualdenze.
My grandfather had hired such uncle's children as martial arts officers and warriors to build an imperial invasion force with special training.
"Even in that sense, thanks to Wilk, it's going to be easier. The territory seemed to be too vast to govern. Come on."
It is a luxurious concern that the territory expands and troubles, but it is also a concern that cannot be ignored.
Unlike the Earth of previous life, we cannot leave our territory alone because we cannot manage it. Because it becomes a source of mature warcraft.
It is also said that the earth contaminated by mature warcraft will not even grow grass for a few years and will not get back to normal for a few to a few decades, and a hundred and two hundred years if it is badly contaminated.
Territorial management is the most important task for the nobility. Even under the rugged rule, they are insulted by other houses.
Incidentally, the mature warcraft that came to Newnelly City the other day has been able to crusade early, and the pollution is mild. Perhaps the earth's filth will disappear within a few years.
"What do you say? Did you have a knight's daughter, someone you liked? Don't hesitate, you should like Wilk"
Ha ha, I grinned vaguely at my grandfather laughing.
I was having child making sex with Odie, the knight's daughter, last night. It seemed that I was not yet familiar with the El Oro continent enough to give it back in a sneer way, etc.
"As long as I envy you. There is now a shortage of children everywhere."
Neither kingdom nor empire seems so different in the struggle to secure a magical child. The old knight, who spoke of the knight's classic troubles, looked at me with unspeakable eyes.
Sperm me, what if they say so?
"Dear Wilk, what kind of woman would you prefer?
"You look like Luxe. I surprisingly like older. Certainly in the city of Nambonan..."
For some reason, it was my grandfather who answered my question.
Who the hell told you about Anna and Kohali's physical traits in strange detail and eloquence, my grandfather is the grandfather himself who can't help but boast of his grandchildren.
"... do you like older?
"No, that's not it. … If you are a beautiful woman, you have absolutely no problem with younger women."
Really? The old knight nodded in a tone that allowed him to have a little inclusiveness.
As far as I'm concerned, if you're a pretty face or a beautiful woman, you're always a dick bin welcome.