The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

When I woke up, I found myself in a very deep sleep.

Again, I guess I was tired of something.

It was also clear from a neat and transcendent consciousness that I had gained enough sleep, but there was only one problem. The morning sun wasn't up yet.

In response to this strangely beautiful awakening that I occasionally experience, I decide to choose the former after worrying for a while as to whether to get up or sleep twice. Because I wanted to start my day in a refreshing mood.

I finished breakfast early before my escort was ready, and I left the mayor's residence.

I move on as I look up into the sky in the winter morning, dyed in bright blue.

My horse riding from Newnelly City doesn't seem to be doing too well after a night because of the aftermath of fortified magic. I had as many horses as I could replace, but I somehow chose to walk because I wanted to put my foot on the ground.

Where did the hustle and bustle go until yesterday, and the creepy sound of leather shoes pounding cobblestones on the morning spots born just before the day began sounds good.

That investigation, which melts quietly into the streets with very few people, was somewhere comforting.

I just plugged into a street outside the city where I was able to meet a working martial artist.

"This, young lady"

"Are you doing a cookout?

"Ha! There was also civic cooperation and we were able to prepare enough meals"

He said yesterday that the "Operation to make the plenty of room in Qualdenze territory look like a Spierzeik soldier" I told him was going to be executed.

In my opinion, it was meant to be propaganda showing the Spiazeik soldiers the weakening of the Spiazeik family, but the commander said he allowed it to cook out with the aim of maintaining and improving the morale of the Qualdenze soldiers.

After this we need to go to the front base where my grandfather waits, so the soldiers need to feed their English. In short, it is an ill-willed belly that acts as a mesium in front of the mutilated soldiers to enrich both flesh and spirit.

If you look in the distance, you can see cooking smoke rising all over the plains outside the city. It was still like a potato stew.

"Are unarmed people collaborators in the city?"

"Yes, not only stockpiled, but also provided manpower comfortably"

In response to the demand from the city of Nambonan that the food currently held by the city of Nambonan be served because assistance would arrive from the interior after a short wait, the Nambonan council replied with no hesitation and even recruited volunteers for cooking.

I can tell you that reality is just visible around an instant break without resisting or negotiating poorly. I must have judged it a good opportunity to demonstrate my submissiveness to the Qualdenze family.

"I decide to look around a little bit. Get back to work."

"Ha!"

When the martial arts officer saluted me, I decided to keep walking.

The first thing that caught my eye when I was out of town was a group of soldiers.

If you look at that density, which is likely to be expressed in 10,000 units, without the appearance of participating in the cookout, you can predict that that is what has gathered the captives of the Spierzeik soldiers.

As I walked towards you with interest, I noticed that martial officers and subordinate soldiers of the Qualdenze army were positioned to surround me.

Did the martial officer notice I was approaching him, trying to get his mind back together, yelling at the group.

"I warn you again! Always be careful not to let your people get away with it! If anyone made any suspicious moves, the place would be burned together!!

The Qualdenze army's subordinate soldiers surrounding the group of prisoners make threats with spear tips, as if they were going to poke at the gunpoint.

I can see from that tone that there is no falsehood in what the martial officer says. If there are fugitives and others out there, the captives in the vicinity will eat the convolutions of magical attacks.

The prisoners continued to monitor each other as they fell into suspicious darkness to prevent their comrades from fleeing.

Exposed to the cold winds of winter, unable to take a satisfactory meal, spending long hours in this tingling tension is likely to reduce the spirit.

"Thank you"

"Ha! Wake up quickly!

A gentle greeting will be exchanged with the warlord, who has taken a gesture of gratitude, and some confirmation will be given as to the current situation of the prisoner.

All the martial officers who were in the Shpiazeik army killed them, and those who surrendered among the submissive soldiers of civilian origin are said to be taken prisoner after being held in special custody, and it seems that only the civilian soldiers are here.

"It must be because I felt the power of the young man up close, I no longer have the strength to fight"

Hi. Apparently the death of Spierzeik Verrett, who served as general, was quite a shock, and Spierzeik soldiers' morale is unlimited near zero.

"Well, not so much."

"Check it out. Just looking at the young lady, it's like this."

You must have noticed from the attitude of the martial officer that my identity was Qualdenze Wilk, the prisoners who were near me were lying on the ground, shaking their whole bodies and beginning to beg for silent life.

It passes like a ripple that you can do when you throw a stone into a pond, and more than 10,000 civilians desperately search the ground and kneel in a narrow, painful place.

Nobles and knights are objects of fear for civilians, as well as support for their minds. Because there is no other being so dependable in terms of "strong".

From the Spierzeik soldiers, the presence of Qualdenze Wilk, who beheaded Spierzeik Verrett, a powerful rear shield, can be described as an incarnation of fear.

"Fair enough. than that......"

I shifted my gaze slightly to the side. Things there...... I first thought it was a big rock or soil.

We're gathering the victims of war.

The martial officer answered me as a matter of course when he stumbled on words about how to ask the question.

"Isn't that a lot of clutter?

At the end of my gaze was a pile of bodies.

The number of those mountains, whose expression is thrown aside unconstitutionally and stacked in a mess, is so massive that it is not necessary to have one or two.

"It's what the Spierzeik soldiers did, so it doesn't matter if it's cluttered................ Of course, our army's war victims are being collected elsewhere. The same applies to those of the Nambonan civic soldiers. Rest assured."

"Right."

After the battle ended, the captured Spierzeik soldiers were used as cadaver retrievers, he said.

It is also understood in the rules of thumb on the Elo continent that leaving the body unattended is the source of the disease. Besides, it leads to a large carnivore targeting corpse meat, and it is not preferable to make people remember the taste of meat.

That's why post-war corpse disposal is often well done.

Emotionally on the side of the prisoner, the body of his comrade, the Qualdenze soldier, gives instructions to be treated carefully, but says nothing in particular about the body of the enemy soldier, the Spiazeik soldier.

For this reason, the weary prisoners said they treated the bodies of the Spierzeik soldiers quite nasty. The result is a pile of pyramidated corpses.

Though what we have here belongs to enemy soldiers, it's not a sight to watch and feel much better. I returned my gaze to the martial arts officer.

"How long will the death toll be in Qualdenze?

The martial officers had spoken out praise that my early appearance had resulted in less losses for the Qualdenze soldiers.

But I still know that being exposed to the attacks of the Lord's Ancestral Army has caused damage, although I don't know the fine numbers.

"Not enough to reach a thousand."

Is that ever much or less, it doesn't really come to me with a pin.

Less than 10% of the 64,000 Qualdenze soldiers feel like less. But a thousand lives is never light. How many vaginal ejaculations will it take?

"Considering that we have been ambushed by the Lord's Ancestral Army, we can say a very small number"

This time, Verrett seems to have been very motivated, and he said many times he came out to the front and unleashed magic.

While many lazy aristocrats pull in the rear and only fly at the fluctuations of their intent to kill, Verrett once did his job as general.

The vast majority of the deaths in the Qualdenze army are said to be soldiers who have been caught up in the magic of Verret.

Given the possibility that Veretto will grow into a troublesome being with battle experience, it would be a good fortune for the Qualdenze family to have just been able to kill him.

"Have you heard about the wounded?

"I hear you've finished treating the seriously ill all the way through, but I was wondering if you'd like to hear more at HQ"

On the Elo continent there is a therapeutic technique that transcends the medical care of the previous life Earth: healing magic. For this reason, it is possible to survive even if you are seriously ill if you live.

Even civilian soldiers have a chance of healing magic if handled in battle, so the soldier is more resolute in attacking them when they are injured slightly.

The type of leader who says, "Kill ten enemy soldiers and we'll do healing magic," and cuts off his own soldiers, doesn't want to be much of a friend for a bit, also exists enough in the history of the Elo continent. What a terrible treatment.

I'm glad I was born a lord ancestor. If you are to be reincarnated into the Elo continent, don't depend on the Lord ancestor.

"... All right, next time you'll see in the faces of those who fought for my Qualdenze"

"Now let me give you a guide."

Leaving the lead to the martial officer called by the martial officer in charge of the prisoners, I headed to the place where the bodies of the Qualdenze soldiers had been collected.

Since we talked about the bodies of the Qualdenze soldiers and the Nambonan civic soldiers being put together in different places, we shall go ahead and look at the bodies of the Qualdenze soldiers.

The bodies of the Qualdenze soldiers were well arranged and polite compared to the Spierzeik soldiers, and the sight was widening that was likely to begin now and in the competition for the fish market.

Many of the hundreds of bodies lined up sloppily did not keep the prototype, telling the story of the intensity of the attack suffered. Well, speaking of which, what a worse corpse of a Spierzeik soldier I just saw.

I left the scene lightly, hand in hand, as there were no martial arts officers of any particular turn at the location where the bodies were collected, but only civilian soldiers.

After I left the morgue, I spoke to the escorts.

"There's something wrong with the attitude of civilian soldiers."

"And say?

It was a drooling word as it was, especially without thinking deeply, so the next one wouldn't last.

I look up into the sky and work out my words.

"I'm going to talk about when I was in the first place... but compared to the attitude of the soldiers then, I feel a strong feeling of awe this time... should I say"

There were a few civilian soldiers who used to speak to me, but this time no one came close to me when they realized who I was.

Even as I was walking like this, and at the Qualdenze Army morgue, there were civilian soldiers who gave me a stiff look when they saw me, but I just lay low on the quote that made my face tense. I can even feel the room.

I think it would be better if he came closer with great joy and said, "Young lady is the best."

"That's a good thing"

"It's something that would happen after the first battle if it were meant to be...... it could just be something you can't help"

"Rest assured, the soldiers will soon get used to it"

I shook the subject as one of the chatter rather than wanting answers, but the escorts reacted just saying it was common.

They say that the reason why the noble son gives his first line is not limited to one thing, but includes a number of purposes.

"… one of them also involves showcasing the power of the Lords' clan to the inhabitants"

Seeing a young aristocratic boy nervous about the first line, the territorial militias say they feel intimate. "Your nobles are just as nervous as we are," he said.

However, when the battle actually begins, it will completely crush the idea.

I feel familiar and conscious that the menace of vicious magic emanates from a boy much younger than me. the difference between the principal and the enslaved, whose reality had been determined from the moment of birth. "... it's not like us, nobles are nobles, even young. Weak people like us are different".

Once again, the territorial militias who took part in the first formation fear the power of the Lords clan and at the same time reassure the next generation that power is being passed on. As long as this strength continues, we will be protected from all kinds of threats.

"Are you saying that by now you understand the difference?

"Yes, the nobles of other houses were in the first line of the young lady, and most importantly, many soldiers were used to the magic of the general, so maybe they weren't so impressed"

Normally, nobles do not appear too aggressively unless it is also a defensive battle. As a result, the impact of the intimidation of the nobility received in the first line will be greater for the Territorial Militia.

But in the case of the Quordenze family, my grandfather is raging all year round, so the soldiers who go along with it are also accustomed to the threat of magic. I guess he didn't have that much emotion where he felt my intimidation in the first place.

In fact, I only made a level of intimidation tailored to my grandfather in the first place because I also had other house eyes. As a territorial militia, it probably only appeared in the sphere of assumptions.

"To be honest, we were so stunned by the young man's intent to kill him when he took a ride."

"It's easy to imagine what the civilians felt…"

That was something I could tell by looking at the way the Spierzeik soldiers were frightened.

"Now I still seem confused, but I will soon accept it. It is by no means bad for them that the young man, the son of the Quordenze family, has power"

"The strength of the Lords' clan leads to territorial peace, so you should be rather relieved"

The escorts say time will fix it. Listening to that natural tone, I was convinced it was something like that.

The power of nobility for the civilian population seems to have a part close to some kind of faith.

Regardless of the scientific and technological development of the previous life Earth, I always thought that the people of the El-O continent, who live in an untapped age, could live well detached from the main religion: the Sacred High Council of Zeths, but perhaps they seek to stabilize their minds by recognizing the nobility with the mighty power of the Lord Ancestor as a paranormal being.

"Then it's good"

It would be best to leave it alone if you were to get used to it one of these days.

The remains of the Nambonan civic soldiers were as beautiful as the remains of the Qualdenze soldiers.

Are you looking for the bodies of family members and acquaintances, and despite the early morning, several citizens are checking the faces of the bodies lined up in three rows.

A glimpse of the silent atmosphere stopped one slightly moving boy who was not on the spot.

As I look somewhat towards a boy like that child ape, I notice this gaze and thank him.

It turns out that the gratitude is in the most polite form that civilians can give to the nobility, and that they understand who this one is.

"Is that... Tico's brother?

The face had been seen several times in the mayor's mansion chores.

I knew that Roomon had planted various things to be used as a choreographer, but he also seemed to be well-thankful to the nobles.

I approached Tico's brother to talk to him, especially since the martial artist was not waiting.

"Chianes, what are you doing"

It was the rear light of the martial artist who was stuck on my way for a walk.

I have also entrusted Rear Light with a room-on and Chianese whorehouse navigator, so for once, I should have been familiar with him.

"I'm recording."

"Records?"

Apparently, Chianes was entrusted with chores to look into the war victims of the Nambonan Civilian Guard. When the sun rises, the survivors may retrieve the body, so they are starting their investigation in the evening, he said.

Room-on said he decided he might want to make a solid record about the citizens lost in this battle.

I guess Chianes was perfect for these chores because even though he was from a poor rural area, he could write letters.

"Which one, show me a little"

I wondered what kind of record Chianes was keeping, so I rolled up the plank that Chianes had in his hand.

This wooden board is a relatively commonly used notepad on the Elo continent, and is similar in image to a tool like Koko used when making curly sushi. Most importantly, a single board is about the size of three folds of a mandarin book, so it is not very big, but I can't make seaweed rolls.

Prepare dozens of this thinly cut board and bind it using a string of fibers made of plant roots to make it an inexpensive notebook. The wood in the material is well dried and then processed, so it is not as heavy or tense as it looks. This is easy to use.

Oh, and ignoring Chianes, who leaked his voice, he opens his eyes and looks through the wooden planks that are folded like Harrison.

"Zaqué at the shoe shop on North 2nd Street. Hole in your stomach, no left arm '

"Ray from the grocery store near the mayor's residence. He's got three arrows stabbed in his chest and stomach.

"The tart of an oil shop near the square in front of the council. Full Body Black Burn '

"I work at the dock, Evaloop. My stomach's ripped to the side and there's a lot out there."

"I work at the dock with Evaloop, Toel. Two straight from around the waist '

There was a brief mention of the names of the war victims and how the bodies were damaged.

Once again, he makes a sound and turns the wooden plank, but there just goes the ruthless description of death. What a sad thing to feel, albeit natural, because of the record of the dead.

I often thought it was something I could tell by name and occupation, but this was said to have been conducted by the Nambonan Civilian Guard, who was in the same unit as the war dead and survived. He said there seemed to be many patterns of joining the Qualdenze army among people living in the same district and fellow workers, and it was not that difficult to identify the dead.

"The letters are easy to read."

"Thank you!

Ero is prone to the personality of the writer. Because of the fact that sentences are written with brushes that flow like English writing bodies, but also because useless characters are inserted that can only be decorative.

This is placed to make the brush movement look graceful or to balance the entire sentence, and the use is an extra cumbersome substitute because it is left to the writer's personality.

When I read it, I need to ignore the decorative characters, but it's hard to read because it feels like I can grasp them in my brain when there's such a pointless string in the familiar spelling.

I often remember Tesh giving me written instruction when the Elo characters I write are too tight for Tomehane and have few decorative characters and not enough grace.

I look better with numb stops and cuddly honey and feel aesthetic about unplugging irrational decorations, but nobly I had a bad reputation.

I care about the reputation around me, I care about correcting it early, and now I can write letters that are elegant and graceful, and that make me feel like a pain in the ass when I write.

Chianese's writing had no decorative characters or anything else, and each letter was very easy to read in an atmosphere that was firm and close to the block body.

"In the village, I was taught to write easy to read letters!

"Ho..."

Rural writers are angry when they can't read letters because it is their job to raise reports to lords and civilian users.

Clear brushstrokes and extra unadorned texts are probably one of the peasant wisdom that puts the readability of the other person first.

From a nobleman's point of view, I can only afford a pragmatically biased lower bitch brush, but I was more of a good impression.

"Is the Civil War Dead Written Here Everything?

"Yes."

The rear lights react as they turn their attention to the escorts.

"The battlefield is not spreading, and the masses are never pursuing from the military, and the civic soldiers are pulling up. Since the policy of prioritizing treatment over the Commander-in-Chief had been shown, I was wondering if the number of casualties of war would be accurate if they had been investigated since the unknown."

He said the pursuit was not so resourceful, prioritizing the treatment of wounded soldiers. It would be something like giving priority to preparing for the next battle rather than just killing a civilian soldier fleeing.

Because there are many healing magical submissive soldiers in the Qualdenze army, it is easy to prevent the dead from coming out later. Chianese material should be considered quite reliable.

"Hmm."

I count the number of planks at my fingertips, and then multiply them in my brain to estimate the total number of casualties, which was about 200.

Isn't it a good number that 200 Nambonan citizens will die? I could see the struggle of the citizen soldiers.

"Young lady"

That voice color of the rear light was that which claimed to want to advance something.

I turn my gaze silently and allow myself to speak.

"If we are to praise the work of our citizens, why not be cremated? … for the future."

The disposal of the corpses of the Elo continent, but cremation is considered good. This is a value that the Zeth Holy High Council is greatly influencing.

According to the Zeth Holy High Society, the dead become part of the Spirit or change into the Spirit itself when they return to the earth. At this time, it is easier to assimilate or change with the Spirit when it is ashed to the bones and blown by the wind and scattered widely into the sky and the earth.

There was also such a religious background that cremation had always been recognized as the most desirable burial throughout the priesthood.

Such customs continue to underlie people even after they have shifted into aristocratic times, and cremation is still considered good today.

Nobles also basically cremate, but many houses have a custom of their children magically burning down their bodies when their parents die.

Because the Qualdenze family has such a custom, I have to burn it immediately, assuming my father or mother dies. It is a pretty tough event for the former Japanese.

Also, even if you look at other houses, one of the tasks of a noble lord often involves the cremation of the knightly.

My father and others occasionally cremate the families of knights who are transported to Newnelly City, and if it is the knights or ex-knights who have died, they may travel to various parts of the territory with business travel services. The Lord is also kind of hard.

It's just that civilians can't cremate that easily.

It takes a lot of firepower to burn humans, as well as a place. Most importantly, it may be harder to prepare the firepower one way or the other because there is no problem if you run it in the right place away from the city.

Unlike their ancestors and subordinates, who only need to unleash the magic of the flames, because enslaved civilians need to gather fuel to maintain their firepower.

A cousin wandering around the private sector, for example a presence like Rupetta, would sometimes do a part time cremation when this is the case, but basically hiring a cousin is expensive, and it's more likely that you won't be able to hire him because of the small number in the first place. It's more economical to collect firewood quietly.

What's more, it's supposedly the halfway cremation, the worst burning that leaves dead meat burnt, and a much worse treatment than burial.

In some of those circumstances, the majority of civilians are buried.

Only the millionaires who can secure enough fuel, or those with enough connections to hire Ichii's ancestors, can be cremated. Cremation is one statue.

If civilians want to be cremated easily, the quickest way is to fight seriously and die in response to conscription.

If you fight normally and die, you should at least have them cremated by submissive soldiers or martial officers.

"In the future, or"

"Yes, it is clear that the city of Nambonan has a large population and will be a major hub in the field in the future. I was wondering if we needed to think carefully about how to handle the dead."

The rear light eyes looking at this one were serious.

As much as I have deliberately advanced, I guess it is his opinion that we should praise the work of the citizens of Nambonan.

"... I'm sure you were leading the Nambonan Civilians in battle. Did you even think about it?

Then Rearight did a little thinking and then opened his mouth.

"This is true everywhere, but underlying civilians cannot be loyalty. The passive idea of being ruled… a slave."

I guess it's a theory, Rear Light went on to talk in a way that ran out of words.

Civilians can be without so strong a resistance if their rulers change, but they still accept them, so I guess they look like the rogue people from the human beings who were born and raised in the Knights.

Well, it is a little harsh to tell just a slave ancestor to turn against his lord or his subordinate ancestors.

"... but I felt strongly from the citizens of Nambonan a heart to try to martyr in the local area, loyalty to the city. The courage and actions of the opponents, even the nobility of the Spierzeik family, who stood up without cowardice, honestly, were incomprehensible."

Sooner or later the Lord Ancestral Army may come to reinforcements from Newnelly City, but we don't know when that will be. What is more, if the enemy is a small or medium-sized aristocratic family, it is a grand aristocratic Spierzeik family. There is no guarantee that the Qualdenze will defeat them.

Seeing a Nambonan citizen voluntarily trying to face Anna's call in such a situation, Rear Light said he felt like he was even dreaming. Normally, in that case, it is because the Qualdenze army, the ruler's side, half-compulsorily conscripts.

Rear Light's words about the citizens at that time were only a little exciting and his fists were gripped hard.

"I see, so?

"If we can direct the destination of that heart from the city to the lord, to the Qualdenze family, then it is also possible to create an elite force that is more than engineers… war-specific. I think so."

Against knights, the strength of the heart of a civilian soldier in a battle against nobility is much greater than I think of the former Earthlings, and it can be a factor that moves the battlefield.

From a history once abandoned by its lords, the citizens of Nambonan cultivated a spirit of autonomy and independence, to a state in which they touched the concept of freedom. In this El-O continent, where the power of nobility is great, that should not be something we can do with great readiness.

It is not surprising that he was shaping a very different foundation of spirit than a civilian who was only passive and obeyed nobility. Instead, the city of Nambonan would not have stood before without that temper.

Rear lights look at its tough spirit and wonder if it can be used at all.

Then the escorts sandwiched their mouths from the side.

"Isn't that hard?

"Civilians around here will just say that local love is strong. I think it's enough to be useful in the defense."

"Expecting loyalty to civilians is bad."

My escorts have all grown up in knights, and they have similar minds about civilians. The local love of Nambonan citizens seems to have the recognition that it is only a characteristic of the region, and that it is a form of prefectural citizenship or national identity if we say so in Japan in previous life.

In that regard, the rear lights that were travelling around the continent as mercenaries seemed to realize with intuition that it was not a feature by the region, but a product produced by a system called the city of Nambonan.

Rear lights are only in their early twenties and will also have to do with the fact that they are not as hard headed as those in their thirties and forties who serve as escorts today.

But the rear lights didn't seem to explain the feeling around them well either, and, yeah, they kept arguing with the escorts while they did.

As far as I'm concerned, I have no objection to carrying out the cremation of the Nambonan civic soldiers. Instead, there's no reason not to.

Because it is deadly to end this war casualty with "unfortunate sacrifices" as we continue to govern the city of Nambonan.

If I don't do anything like this, I can't read through how the emotions of the Nambonan citizens move. The warriors of my murderous intentions reminded me of my fear, which could not have affected the citizens of Nambonan either.

I want to avoid being accepted as "caught up in a war of nobility," "nobility is still horrible," "we are the weak ones on the ruling side," etc.

It is an unquestionable fact that the spirit of the autonomy of the citizens of Nambonan has enlivened the city and has become the driving force for its continued development and growth, which cannot be imitated in such a way as to destroy it.

No matter how powerful my magic may be, it is impossible to bring the dead back to life.

But he who stands above man can give meaning, justification, and guidance to death.

With my gaze on Chianes, I spinned my words slowly.

"One thing, I have an idea"