The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Voystra.

It is said that the name of that vast plain, located almost in the centre of the continent, comes from the ancient language "Voice Stra".

Voice included such meanings as "wheat" and Stra "dye the textile" turn and "spread unevenly".

The Voystra plain is one of the leading barn zones on the Elo continent, as its source indicates.

If you string history together, the Voystra Plains were under the control of several aristocrats for a long time.

At a time when the Zeth Holy High Council was in power, nobles everywhere could not retain their independence without the approval of the Holy High Council. That means that no inconvenient rule was allowed for the Holy High Council.

The boundaries of the land were more to be determined by the politics of the priests than by the power of the nobles.

It could not have been acknowledged by the Holy High Council, such as the sole control of the Voystra Plains.

Letting a vast plain be ruled by just one aristocrat is like spreading the seeds of disaster.

It was to be avoided that a strong territory emerged by specializing outside of St. Navenpos. It would be even worse if it were a noble territory.

The reign of the mighty Saint Navenpos over a small grain of noble territory, this is the basic policy of the Zeth Holy High Council.

Thus the Holy High Council divided the Voystra plain into several compartments, leaving each to another nobleman.

Assuming one aristocrat plots independence against the Holy High Council, all he has to do is bind the rest of the aristocrats and crush them.

Looking over history, I could say that the policy worked effectively. At least until the authority of the Holy High Council decays.

As times shift from priesthood to nobility, these old ruling structures also melt apart like corroded iron.

It was the aristocratic and Spiazeik family of the priesthood that achieved Voystra Plains unification.

In the continent of El O today, indigenous and priestly aristocracy exist to a large extent.

The indigenous aristocracy is a simple story, a lineage that originates from the indigenous aristocracy that ruled the region for a long time. The opponent priestly aristocracy is a lineage that originates from the high priests who have been seconded by St. Navenpos.

Native aristocrats are never immortal. Sometimes houses fall without a child being born, and sometimes they are driven to annihilation as a result of flipping an anti-flag against the Holy High Council. In some cases, indigenous nobles are welcomed into their homes to capture the advanced culture of St. Navenpos.

Generally speaking, indigenous aristocrats have vague ancestral origins, whereas priestly aristocrats often keep solid historical material in their homes because they were former priests of the intellectual class with records in the Holy High Council.

The Spierzeik family could be described as a typical priestly aristocrat, as they are nobles originating from the high priests who came out of St. Navenpos about 350 years ago.

In an era of turmoil that followed two hundred years ago, starting with the papal turmoil, the then head of the Špiazzeik family had the ambition of reunification of the Voystra plain.

The power of the priest had been weakened by the confusion that had erupted in the heart of the Holy High Council. There was no longer enough power to bind the numerous aristocrats dotted on the Voystra plain.

Without cohesion, it is also inevitable in some ways that the U.N. crowd, the Spierzeik family with its main city, Oseloria, prevailed.

It was not uncommon for a priestly nobleman to plot and conquer a priest.

With the memorial Voystra plain in hand, the Spierzeik family performed one political performance for the entire continent.

That is a change of family name.

It was a useful means of dispelling the dwarf image of "one of the miscellaneous aristocracies present all over the Voista plain" to keep up with the family name Spiazeik, and to show internally and externally that he was the only ruler of the Voista plain.

In later years, this method will be imitated by aristocrats everywhere. The nobleman, who united the Athellahan region, changed his family name to Athellahan, which was a blessing for the success of the Spiazeik family.

That is why the Voystra family, the great nobleman of history, was to appear on the El-O continent.

The Spiazeik family, empowered by its unification of the plains...... the Voystra family entered the West without diminishing its momentum.

West of the Voystra Plains was a mountainous area, dotted with a number of small- and medium-sized aristocrats.

The Voystra family twisted and subordinated the weak aristocrats, who continued their muddy feud over the narrow lands to their delight.

About twenty years into Voystra plain unification, about two years into subordinating all the aristocracy in the mountainous areas, the Voystra family grows once in a while.

Eventually, the Voystra family proclaimed their statehood with a view to establishing a complete system of aristocratic domination and named the royal family.

It is the birth of the Kingdom of Voystra.

The Voystra royal family then had to review the expansion route as it expanded its territory beyond the Rishleaf area.

The main factor is that the rapid increase in territory has resulted in the shortage of knights.

There is no point in adding more unmanageable land, so it was decided to cut the rudder in the direction of fattening the already combined land and stabilizing the territory.

The kingdom of Voystra was protected by natural elements: mountainous areas to the west, great rivers to the east and south, and mountain ranges to the north like curtains.

When it comes to the only hole through which the great army can pass, it is only the large slice of the Northern Mountains, the Rishleaf region.

So the Voystra royal family devoted its resources to strengthening the defense of the Rishleaf area, creating the castle of Rishleaf, a group of fortresses unparalleled in ancient and present times.

If the turmoil in the western part of the continent persisted as it were, the kingdom of Voystra could have become a Western champion.

But the times never end. I cut blood lines to the turmoil, and I chose the man who ran through, Emperor Jinker En.

Knowing the power of Emperor Jinker En in the offensive at Castle Rishleef, the Voystra royal family gives up the maintenance of the kingdom and surrenders so.

It was at this time that he sent his daughter away as his daughter-in-law to strengthen his ties with the Emperor's family, before making a brilliant turn as a Jinker-en Imperial aristocrat.

Furthermore, the Voystra family purposefully appealed for obedience until they returned the family name in order to show Emperor Jinker En that they no longer had ambitions.

This is how the House of Nobility and Duke of Spiazeik of the Jinker En Empire, which continues to this day, was born.

Just as the Quordenze family crest designs a blister of snakes and great rivers entangled in spears that intersect, the Spiazeik family also had its own crest.

The family name represents the house, but its crest, the Spierzeik crest, has never changed.

Its design…….

"Wheat and sickle dripping so much ear that it seemed to touch the ground. Diagonally tilted single-edged sword. … definitely the flag of the Spierzeik family."

"Damn, why are you here"

The two men, who lurked themselves in the small cliff bushes, poisoned small toward the ground.

The troops marching down the mountain path beneath them never noticed the men, marching slowly. And the international large military flag in it was depicted with the Spierzeik print.

It is an army led by nobility, the Lord's Ancestral Army.

"Did those guys on guard around here get killed by that?

"I don't know."

The red-eyed man zeroes his words like a soliloquy, and the blue-eyed man hammers at it.

Their identity is that of military members of the Qualdenze family. He usually acts as an ancestor soldier packing into a front-line base where he continues to hang out with the old Voystra.

There was a reason they were traveling in the mountains far from the base like that.

"The way they're going... it's the city of Nambonan. This makes me nowhere near calling reinforcements. Yabe, General Galphis..."

"Hey, calm down. It can't be that easy for a general to get hit."

The beginning was the third day of the year. An army of old Voystra has attacked the frontline base.

From the old Voystra's point of view, the front-line base of the Qualdenze army is only a takobu above the eyes. Fighting was therefore common, and at first the soldiers at the base laughed "greetings for the New Year" as well.

But the army was unprecedented in scale.

The Spierzeik family, the allies of the old Voystra, of course, have pushed themselves in large numbers to the armies of the aristocratic families of their children. And some of them, albeit a few, appeared aristocratic.

Tons of soldiers, knights, and nobles. These intensive attacks led to a front-line base entering an unprecedented tournament battle.

Against the former Voystra, who has put in a significant amount of combat power, the commander, Qualdenze Garfis, decides to request reinforcements from the city of Nambonan.

So it was they who were chosen as the preachers.

"Looks like we should split up second-hand from here. I didn't think you'd want us to do the preaching, but the general's got a good idea. Totally."

It is inconceivable, if not normal, for two subordinate soldiers to be used for the transmission inside their own territories, regardless of the enemy territory. This is all the more so in a situation where large armies are attacking and soldiers are lacking.

But Galphis felt something smelly about the old Voystra's movements and decided to move his precious subordinate soldiers.

"... right. The sun will be down in a little while, and you'd better get lost in the darkness and go for the city of Nambonan with all your might."

The two of us were acting in a way that would keep us from going one-on-one in case we met our ancestral enemies along the way.

Not sure you can win with Tyman, and even if you can defeat your enemies, it's because you can't fulfill your mission satisfactorily if you get hurt.

But if there were enemies of the Lord's ancestors, they decided that running scattered was more likely to survive than solidifying poorly.

I'm also concerned about the Front Line Base meeting, but there's a hundred warfare smelling galfis over there. But nobility is absent from the city of Nambonan. No matter how it moves, it's not a good idea if we don't get the information across quickly.

"We'll share information with each other before we break up."

"Oh, I'd be in trouble if I could only get to you or me."

Watching the march of the enemy, the men exchange words in the belief that they will see each other again in the city of Nambonan.

There is no mistake in thinking that having a nobleman is deployed around the perimeter by subordinate soldiers for escort. If you get caught in their vigilance net, you have no life.

The blue-eyed man squeaks small after performing a stretch of consciousness.

"... in this case, I don't think the purpose of the old Voystra is to destroy the front-line base"

"That's an odd encounter. I think so too."

"Why?

"Those guys are marching too fast. I don't care how many noblemen lead the army, you can't go on so much foe land, normal."

The magic of the Lord's ancestors is powerful anyway, and that is extremely useful in military action.

By simultaneously applying physical strengthening magic to more than tens of thousands of troops, you can achieve several times faster marches than normal armies.

In addition to the high firepower of the main ancestors themselves, the high mobility of the general soldiers became a powerful weapon.

But it is primarily defensive warfare in one's own territory that exerts its power.

Very rare aristocrats storm enemy lands where they don't even know where the enemy's eyes or traps are, they are a minority.

Sure, it's not General Galphis.

"Right?"

It's a familiar sight in a sense for them to have seen Galphis up close who wouldn't even quit single-horse assault if viewed as a good opportunity.

However, the family of the Spierzeik family has never carried out such operations in the course of a long battle so far. In other words, the presence of this enemy army is unusual.

"It's my idea, but I think Spierzeike may have gotten his head and moved Mukade's legs. They're local, they have land maps."

The knights who killed the Lord and lost their way of life… It is likely that the Spiazeikes were manipulating Mukade's legs, the blue-eyed man says.

Although the Qualdenze family is now the ruler of the area, until a few years ago it was a land ruled by another nobleman. Some local civilians will still cooperate with them.

Mukade's legs, lurking everywhere in conjunction with the implementation of the Schpierzeik family's plan, tell the trends of the Qualdenze army and guide them on the road. It is the territory of others who, from their point of view, know at will.

"I don't know how long we've been working together, but maybe we've been serving as scouts for a long time. For this day."

"You dying bastards. If your head crushes, you're dead."

A red-eyed man says to throw it away.

The blue-eyed man, while sympathetic to the words, mouthed the continuation of his thoughts.

"My point, I think this is an operation to discuss General Galphis"

"Are you serious?

"You're not joking."

The blue-eyed man continues, looking down at the Spierzeik soldiers who continue to march in line.

"Keep the general nailed to the front base and assault and control the city of Nambonan with a separate task force. There's plenty of money out there, and if you can base it, it'll be harder to reinforce from the interior."

"... are we going to lose our way out?"

"Assuming reinforcements come from the interior, you can't win just the submissive soldiers. Nobles are nobles. But it's too dangerous to cross the river with enemy nobles waiting on the other shore."

"The ship won't sink easily."

"Oh."

A ship that crosses the lazy river, and so forth, is a good thing from the Lord's fathers.

If you're just a soldier, you need to get rid of the dangers on the other shore in order to get the nobles on board.

"If reinforcements don't come from the mainland, what we're waiting for is a protracted war, huh? I still lose the base troop count, and the old Voystra guys can bring as many soldiers from the territory as they want... hey hey"

It was a big deal for an operation just to discuss a single general, but the red-eyed man felt it was a possible story.

The quick advance of the Qualdenze family is mostly at the hands of Garfis, and if we can discuss this, it will undoubtedly be a reversal of the situation.

And if we can discuss Galphis with the alias of the Red Ghost, the Spiazeikes will raise the reputation of the martial arts at once.

The possibility of the imperial aristocrats returning their palms, which have previously been granted to the Qualdenze family, was well considered.

"Let's do the preaching so we don't. I wonder how much time we can buy in Nambonan City, because that would be the battle."

"Right. Let's take this opportunity to make sure."

It is not the task of the decree to make a guess, the red-eyed man says so lightly, returning to the task of confirming the Spierzeik soldier.

You can't confirm all the troops at once on a mountain road, but if you travel poorly, you could find them. That's why they kept hiding on the spot for a while.

"... the number of soldiers is about 30,000... 5000? What do you think?"

"It's hard to count... well, I don't think 40,000 will do"

Looking at the Spierzeik soldiers, they discuss the number of soldiers.

Army approaching the city of Nambonan, this sighting is important.

"Naturally, there are many Knights flags."

"Engineers don't go down 5,000, either. Well, then, the conscripts are quite attached to it."

"Do it."

The number of soldiers is there, but they were aware that good quality soldiers were being collected.

There seemed to be no mistake first of all when viewed as an operation to plunge the city of Nambonan at once in a handful of vanguards.

"The march is fast. If we keep going, we'll be in Nambonan City in a couple of days."

"I think I'll be ready for a day or two because we're about to run for real..."

"I'm going to have to ask the general to step on it. Let's hope reinforcements get here early from the mainland."

The two end up repeating the message, saying goodbye and spanning the horses.

We made a huge detour through the advance Spiazeik army, each aiming for the city of Nambonan.

"Make a report."

The room was surrounded by unusual tranquillity.

It was the martial officer entrusted with the command of the Nambonan city garrison who uttered the low word. A man who is considered the next head of the Knight/Gatoren family, he was about to turn forty the other day.

One martial officer reacted to the commander's voice, stood up on the spot and opened his mouth.

"Ha! The Spiazeik army has begun deploying to the western part of the city. With sunrise, the total attack is likely to arrive."

A roaring, unspoken sound mixed with readiness and tension echoes into the room.

Two days had passed since the man of the decree, the red-eyed man, jumped into the city of Nambonan. The blue-eyed man has still not arrived.

The Nambonan garrison was armed with a rapid pitch and in a position to intercept the Shpiazeik army.

The garrison headquarters is also temporarily moved to the meeting room of the mayor's residence.

"Any changes to the General Command?

"I can't see you going down. The yellow Spierzeik crest on the redlands, and the total command is Spierzeik Verrett."

When nobles move the army, they use the house crest as an army flag, but the design varies from general to general.

Only the current owner can use the official house crest, but its simplified version can be used outside the owner.

In the case of the Spierzeik family, the design was simplified using red and yellow as the keystone, which is known as the flag used by the next principals.

Spierzeik Verrett.

The master of the Spierzeik family was the general of Operation Nambonan.

After making some reports, the martial officer is instructed by the commander to take a seat.

Even when it comes to reporting, it is only a summary of what we have already confirmed on many occasions.

Most of the martial arts officers have already been out on the scene to prepare their troops, and only martial arts officers and reporters in this room, headquarters, are in the executive class.

There has been no particular progress since the Spierzeik army, with a troop strength of about 38,000, appeared in western Nambonan City last night.

The Qualdenze soldiers defending the city of Nambonan are so far about 64,000. The Qualdenze side is advantageous if we look only at the simple number of soldiers, but there is not one main ancestor among them.

In addition, a number of banners of militant knights had been confirmed on the Špiazeik side, in a situation where even the number of subordinate soldiers could not be assured of dominance.

"I have a report"

The commander moved his jaw silently against the young martial officer, who raised his hand properly and asked to speak.

"Ladies, the transfer to the hinterland has been successfully completed"

"Thank you, but we only need to get the ship out again. Keep the river alert. Miss Anna is a young lady's favorite. We have to get him out of here before he gets stuck."

I have been informed that the Spierzeik army is imminent or that the military has made an immediate decision.

It was to evacuate Wilk's beloved daughters to the hinterland.

We must absolutely avoid the argument that the city of Nambonan has fallen, that Wilk's beloved daughters will become the comforters of the Spierzeik soldiers. The future of the territory is dark when the wilk becomes impotent from the mental shock.

As a result, the martial officers evacuated their daughters, who lived in mansions including Kohari, Rave and Tiko, to the other side of the Great River, out of enemy reach.

The young martial officer was tasked with the transfer and returned to the city of Nambonan earlier.

"Ha! I will continue to be careful not to fail to alert the river!

The young samurai thanked him vividly, uncertain information, but he prefaced before continuing his words.

"I heard on my way back here that the Galliana family has launched an attack on the Qualdenze family"

"What?"

"An army led by Lord Galliana has invaded the interior."

The new information, which was also bad news, allowed a disturbing atmosphere to enter the room, and the martial officers turned to each one of them with a hard look.

The commander smacked his desk small and quelled the hustle and bustle.

"Keep going."

"Ha.... but the soldiers who talked about it don't seem to have any detailed information either, nothing else... also, sorry, only to that extent at present......"

The young martial officer shrunk to the point of being seen by the martial officers in the room, making it pathetic to watch.

Why didn't you come back after you checked for authenticity. Crude, and his boss, an executive martial officer, mourns.

When the commander, who decided there were no more useful reports, allowed him to leave, he left the room to flee.

"... the situation is not good."

One of the martial officers uttered his voice so as to cleave the silence.

Then the other martial officers speak their opinions one after the other so that they are pulled by their voices.

The commander listened quietly and spinned the words in a calm tone as the martial officers began to speak with excitement.

"We are the ministers of Quordenze"

To that voice, the martial officers calm their voices and wait silently for the continuation.

Strict tranquility surrounds the entire room.

"We are entrusted with the protection of this land over our lords, what can go astray? There is only one thing to do. Protect this land, it will only be so."

In response to the commander's words, the martial officers responded with silence and a gratuity.

The best we can do for ourselves is to protect the city of Nambonan, beyond the lack of instructions from the Lord, the Qualdenze family.

Being danced to uncertain information is shameful. Only the martial officers in the executive class, all of whom quickly returned calmly.

"We're also giving orders to Newnelly, and in two days' time the reinforcements will receive instructions anyway. Then we should do our duty. Good."

Ha ha, and the martial officers now align their voices.

Now that the military debate is over, the commander has zeroed his stupidity.

"... I'm sorry the conscription didn't go forward"

Everyone will look bitter in the words of the Commander.

A subordinate soldier from the city of Nambonan ran a horse and carried out a conscription from a nearby village, but none of this gathered.

"Unfortunately, the city of Nambonan doesn't seem to be trusted. Last time, because of gathering soldiers in a deceptive way, many people seem to wonder if they will be deceived this time."

In response to the commander was a martial officer who had just reprimanded a young martial officer.

The Nambonan urban battle by the coalition forces of Qualdenze was a few months ago.

On this occasion, the Council of Nambonan gathered soldiers from the nearby villages and hit the coalition of nobles. As a result, a large number of villagers were killed or enslaved.

It was resentful of this, and it was also terror that made the power and fear of the aristocracy appear so varied that there was a massive escape from the conscription of the Qualdenze army.

In a sense, it is karma.

At the end of the meeting, most executive martial arts officers head to the scene on a small run. Only a few remained at headquarters.

The thirsty commander said a word that he would remove his seat before leaving the conference room.

"Kids there"

"Ha, ha!

The commander spoke on the boy's back as he walked through the hallway of the mayor's residence.

"You're the one who works here? What's your name?"

"It's Chianes! I'm working here!

Chianes thanked the boneless, tough-faced commander as he trembled nervously. My attitude toward the great man was important, and I was persevered by the room on.

Chianes is coming to the mayor's residence to help with the chores of city officials who got busy during this war.

Tico, my sister, was allowed to evacuate to the hinterland, but Chianes happened to be on his way out and didn't make it aboard.

"What can I do for you!?

The appearance of an armored commander was only a scary adult from Chianese's point of view.

The commander gives instructions to bring water as he faces Chianese's squeaky high voice.

Chianes traveled back and forth in the hallway with momentum as if fleeing the commander, bringing a goblet filled with water.

"Bring..."

Chianes offered the commander a goblet, precisely at that moment.

Suddenly the chills ran through and Chianes' whole body shook up. The goblet in his hand falls to the floor and the water in it spreads down the hallway.

"Hi......! Hih...!

As it was, Chianes fell from her knees into the hallway, frightened by so much fear that her vision darkened as she opened her eyes.

Feels like a chunk of malice is pushed down your throat and its increasingly black filth circles your entire body. From the skin of Chianes to the organs, all of them were nauseating.

"Calm down."

"Hi..................! Hih...! Ugh, wow...! Ugh! Ugh..."

Towards Chianes sprinkling diarrhea on the floor, the commander activated a light healing magic.

The effect immediately appears and Chianes calms his breathing.

"Ah... that...? Hey, what, now..."

"Don't you know? This is the Lord's will to kill."

It is a form of magical liberation.

Unlike magic, which is pure energy with nothing in it, emotional magic spreads around like ripples floating on the water.

In particular, emitting magic with a strong aggressiveness of intent to kill is also an act of intimidation on the part of the progenitor.

It was said that its magic could be reached up to two or three kilometers away in the longest possible time if the common aristocrats let it emit with full force and orientation.

It is difficult for civilians to feel the normal magic, but if the spice of intent to kill is blended, even civilians can feel it….

And the will to kill amplified by magic engulfs the civilian population in terror.

The weak-minded, the unfamiliar with intimidation, the less conscious of fighting, etc., are unable to move and stop fighting just because they have received this fluctuation of intent to kill.

For the first time, this intimidated civilian finds himself in such a state of panic that he must, causing symptoms such as vomiting, hyperventilation and fainting. Chianes today is a good example.

One of the obnoxious reasons for the Lord's ancestors was this widespread willingness to kill.

"It takes courage to beat the Lord's will to kill. If you have the enthusiasm to protect this city, as Miss Anna said, that's never hard. Remember that."

The threat has begun, which means that the lid of the battle has been cut.

The commander left Chianes stunned as he sat on the floor and went straight back to headquarters.