The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Towards the end of the month, that morning was surrounded by cold and tranquility that cooled down to the core of his body.

I casually look outside as I walk down the corridor, unfamiliar with trying to get breakfast, and there is smoke and confusing fine snow. I see this seems to have been the cause of the cold like replacing this gear for a step.

I can't say much about the climate throughout the Elo continent because of the paucity of materials, but at least the central part of the continent with Qualdenze territory varies from year to year. The snowy years accumulate at Hokkaido level, but not at all. It was the first snowy snow this winter, so what about a North Kanto level winter?

I felt my heart jump just a little on the snow that snowed, and I stopped my leg trying to make my way to the dining room and moved to a scenic spot that protruded like a balcony.

I just had a blurry view of the scenery, which changed overnight.

"Ho."

The unintentionally spilled sigh spreads like hot air and occasionally dissolves into the winter sky. It's like laying down a silk veil. The earth is somewhere mysterious, and its eyes snatch away.

Cynthia used to say that the Spirit Tia Messalail of the Snowfield looked like a maiden stretched out enough to crawl her white snowy hair to the ground. The same goes for the legend of a previous Japanese snowwoman, who may be destined to be associated with a beautiful woman.

"Nea Ice Riff......"

In ancient language, Nea Ice is an adjective that represents idle and unpopular, and Riff means the market. Would it be something like "lonely market" if I were to translate it directly?

As if it weren't a massive battle or something like that that happened a few weeks ago, I think the word nay ace is worthy when I look at that land that just spreads quietly.

Most of all, Riff... there was something more famous here than the market. The area, which would have had only a lonely market in its time of being, is now called by a different name.

Rishleaf.

If you ask for that name, everyone should think of the castle Lyshreef Castle owned by the Spierzeik family.

... No, this word was inaccurate.

A castle owned by the Spierzeik family, to be exact.

The far-sighted Voystra plain, and at your feet, Castle Rishleef.

Sometimes I still find myself uncomfortable standing in this place.

Operation Snake Tooth - The second tooth pierced Castle Rishleaf... and was placed under the control of Qualdenze.

Today's breakfast was a biscuit-style staple of grain crushed and roasted, as well as ravioli soup. It's a menu that I'm tired of eating.

"I looked outside, but it was snowing."

When I say that, the martial officers turn their sights to this side at once. The number of people is high because after entering Castle Rishleaf, the meal was to be taken in the cafeteria with the martial arts officers.

I was just gonna have a chat, but everyone put down their dishes at once, and they pushed my voice away and shut up.

"... soldiers would be feeling cold too. I wish I could pay for some warm soup during the break, but can I afford the stockpile?

I decided to talk about my work because I couldn't really say "Shall I even make it with a snowman" after being noticed so far?

When the martial officer in charge gives his findings on the current state of stockpiles, the martial officer in position returns his opinion and a light discussion begins. While watching the biscuit-style staple foods follow through with forks, the soup proposal was to be adopted.

Especially since I didn't even feel like I was trying to get what I wanted, I made a soup payment decision.

A paragraph goes by, and the knight Gatoren, who was eating at the same long table as me, opens his mouth.

"In this snow, our enemies will see each other out. My army soldiers seem to be accumulating exhaustion, so I think we should give this opportunity a break. Of course, we must not neglect vigilance."

It's the first full-scale snowfall this winter, so they can't afford to just move the army around being chased by that response anywhere.

Soon the lead character in the story changes from me to Knight Gatoren, and the atmosphere of morning prayers spreads through the dining room.

The martial officers began reporting on their respective locations and informed them of their plans for the day. I put the sparkling spoon back on the table and listen in silence.

When we finished talking about the martial artist, now the civilian started talking about the whole plan. The soup is going to be cold.

General Galphis is coming here today.

"Through this snow?

It was the surrounding martial arts officers who answered my question.

"I want to see the young lady."

"There's been an overlap of bad things in between, so isn't the general angry too?

He hasn't been in the castle yet.

"It must be something. Voystra's big shield was crushed, but he nailed it to the base..."

So far, the majority of them have entered the Castle of Rishleef in the face of the Wilk Army coming from the city of Nambonan.

Spierzeik, the main army pulled up all the way, but his grandfather Galphis still hasn't seen his face, seemingly unable to leave the front-line base.

A Gulfis army martial officer occasionally comes to Castle Rishleaf with a letter, but with every interaction, I was a little scared that my grandfather's brushstroke would turn rough and transform. Rishleaf, I guess you're holding back your desire to come in with your guts.

"... I guess everyone's right. It's a memorial drop for your grandfather, I know what you want to see with your own eyes."

When I said that, the martial officers raised their voices a little excited.

"I'm sure there is, but the general wants to hear directly from the young man."

"Yeah, yeah. I understand the sentiments of the general as he crosses the border."

"The attack on Castle Rishleaf… you can't possibly not be interested in this"

And the martial officers start talking about when they attacked Castle Rishleaf. How many times will it be already, but I didn't see any way to get tired of them or anything.

The excitement comes back to my chest that day when I stripped my second fang while I was listening to their story, which has had a similar fever to drunkenness.

Three weeks ago.

Upon leaving the city of Nambonan, reinforcements and Wilk troops with me as general generals did not go to their grandfather's waiting front-line base as originally planned, but launched an attack on one of the strongholds that made up Castle Rishleaf.

If there was one miscalculation here, there would have been very few martial officers on the fortress's side who looked like martial officers.

As I can tell from now on, thank God the Spierzeikes seemed to be pretty much cornered and they were putting the majority of their personnel into ambush operations.

The Qualdenze family will be on the defensive side of the war because they will simultaneously attack the frontline base and the city of Nambonan after slamming anxiety materials such as the Galliana conspiracy and invasion of the Evenapis family. Hence the protection of the Rishleaf can be thin... that's what I seemed to think.

It is a no-guard method of warfare with full attack.

The first fortress fell in a very short time.

The unexpected emergence of the Qualdenze army, but also the main ancestral army. The Spierzeik soldiers, who were in an easy-going voicemail mode, collapsed really easily.

The Wilk army, which occupied the fortress, attacked some of the surrounding fortresses based there and began destroying the fortress from within. It is difficult to maintain it in the long term anyway if it is temporary, and there are few benefits to doing so again. He harassed me because he was going to take it back later.

The Wilk Army was set to move again when the fortress was half-baked with ample magic measures.

The decision was largely due to the fact that the main army of Spiazeik attacking the front-line base did not see any signs of starting to withdraw, and the destruction of a corner of the stronghold group made it easier to move as an army. If you compare it in a game, it resembles a reduced number of enemy units with Zone of Control skills that reduce mobility.

The Wilk army exploited the speed of the Lord's ancestral army to launch an attack on the core of Castle Rishleaf, "Castle Rishleaf" in the true sense.

The battle at Castle Lychreef was extremely harsh.

It's not even thin until the protection of Castle Rishleaf, which is just the main circle.... but that was never thick.

There is one knight who was packing, not so many martial officers or submissive soldiers, and the majority of the less skilled territorial militias lead to soldiers.

But the only thing that makes Castle Rishleaf strong is not just the quality of its equipment and soldiers.

Civilian soldiers who saw Castle Lyshleef are said to be bound to lose their morale.

Built to creep through mountain skin, the rugged-looking castle also seems to paint a picture of a difficult downfall, because even civilians know the track record of the "Great Shield of Voystra", which prevented even the invasion of the Western champion and Jinker En emperor.

There's no way I can drop a castle like this, it's decided by force, I don't want to die... many civilian soldiers say they think so. It would have been nice if I had come from the beginning to tell you to do a siege fight, although it would have been nice if I had come home with a light poke, one way or the other in a tourist mood.

Confronting the Castle of Rishleef, which also means confronting the history of the House of Spierzeik.

It was the Nambonan civic soldiers who showed activity in that battle.

Rather, they exalted their morale in confronting that mighty enemy, raising a flag with a crest showing the city of Nambonan, and mounting a brave assault faster than any other unit.

That momentum of the Nambonan civic soldiers was sufficient to inspire the morale of the other Qualdenze soldiers. Engineers aroused just when they couldn't beat the Rapid Engineers and went into a state of excitement until the other soldiers were caught in a thriving atmosphere.

The Qualdenze Army succeeded in fighting against opponents who could not help but shrink.

And the actions of the Nambonan civic soldiers fighting more morale than any other unit led to a significant reduction in the morale of the enemy.

It was only a few months before the city of Nambonan was ruled by the Qualdenze family, still new to memory.

This must have been what the civilian soldiers in the Spierzeik army thought. "I guess the inhabitants of the city of Nambonan were forcibly conscripted for defying the Qualdenze family and turned into abandoned pawn personnel to be thrown into the front line, pathetically" ….

But that's not true. Though there was propaganda by me, they civic soldiers stood on the front voluntarily. This thought is not false, and it will therefore be transmitted straight to the Spierzeik soldiers.

Citizens raised their voices towards the Spierzeik soldiers defending the castle at the same time as the assault. The Spierzeiks are wrong, the Spierzeiks are evil, he said.

One of the most effective of these was the allegation that the territory of Spiazek is heavily taxed.

The tax on the territory of Quordenze is not light, but it is relatively light when compared to the territory of Špiazyk, whose finances are inclined by the cost of war. I wonder if any of the civic soldiers were of merchant origin, how heavily the tax on the Spierzeik territory was voiced.

As Lupetta used to say, from the civilian population, it doesn't matter what the feud between the nobles is. The less conscripts and the lighter the taxes, the better the Lord will be if he protects even the earth as a lord. The cry of the civic soldiers was a precise decision to be made around it.

Interestingly enough, the Nambonan Civilian Guard began that call with complete goodwill. I didn't give any instructions.

Taking it from the Nambonan civic militia, the inhabitants of Spierzeik may have seemed a pathetic victim of tax and life being exploited by evil nobles.

The good intentions without a back are, in a sense, the most irreplaceable.

The morale of the Spierzeik soldiers was on the decline, even as the Spierzeik army martial officers struggled to gain morale somehow.

Wouldn't it be better for the Quordenze family to become lords if life were to be easier than it is now, or if they surrendered they might be forgiven like the city of Nambonan... they seemed to hear such a voice of heart.

Of course, there's no such thing as a righteous army, and we're not at war here and there with charity, so we don't necessarily live up to that hope, but, well, that's a post-war story.

By virtue of the onslaught of the Wilk army, Lychreef Castle became all over Jiri Poor, and on the second day after the onset of the attack, it finally fell.

And the great shield of Voystra was broken. This is the state of perfection...... no, you could never have dropped it if there was even one Lord ancestor on the enemy side.

It seemed to take more than a day to get the fall report, but the main army of Spierzeik, which was attacking the frontline base, hurriedly began to withdraw.

On the route of withdrawal, naturally, there is Castle Lyshreef, which is occupied by the Wilk army. The Wilk army was to be gripped by being poked at two options with a time limit: destroy them from the inside like any other fortress before retreating, or keep them in cages as they stood in a castle worn out by battle.

Castle Rishleaf, which I could miraculously obtain, if I could maintain this, it would be best. But it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the main army of Spiazeik who returns from the frontline base, its army led by the Lord ancestors, is fast and has zero time to prepare for interception in a castle unknown on its own.

That's where he moved for me, my grandfather.

My grandfather found out about the fall of Castle Rishleaf in this missionary order, or he was attacked from behind the main army of Spierzeik, who led the exhausted Garfis army in the Battle of Cage Castle and began to withdraw. It was not a full-scale pursuit, he said, but a thorough, indiscriminate attack to harass enemy soldiers to panic.

The failure of the operation, the reports of the fall of the Castle of Rishleef, the red ghosts attacking us with the imminent immortality...... how much terror did the Spierzeik soldiers ever have in the looming reality?

Spierzeik's main army was unable to withdraw quickly, and as a result, the Wilk army was able to make enough time to prepare a minimum interception at Ryshleaf Castle.

The sky was cloudy when the main army of Spiazeik arrived at Ryshleef Castle. That would have been as if it had been the fate of the Spierzeik family.

It's not hard to imagine that the Qualdenze-printed military flag that hangs on the final line of defense, which must not fall, was a sight of despair for them and a reality they wanted to turn away from

Whether we should enter a siege battle to recapture it, or retreat to the territory once through a place of weak protection, the Supiazeic principals, the general generals of the main army of Supiazeic, should have been greatly troubled.

The Qualdenze army defending the Castle of Rishleef and the Spierzeik army confronting it. There was an unusual sight there, which would never have been possible.

In time, less than an hour of staring will continue, and that will be over.

It rained.

By being struck by the freezing cold rain of winter to the core of his body, the main army of Spierzeik finally disintegrated. It was not until the time of the Voystra kingdom that the armies of the aristocrats who had followed the Spierzeik family began to flee the chain of command. The Ryshleaf region is the home ground for the old Voystra, so he knew as much about the escape route as he could.

It appeared that the main unit of the Spierzeik family also saw one situation after the other in which their subordinates escaped and decided that they could no longer be put back on their feet, bypassing the castle of Lyshreef and returning to the Voystra plain.

The Wilk army dropped you off in the voice of Seung-hyun because there was no energy left just to chase this.

And three weeks.

The impact of keeping the core of Lychreef Castle under control was significant, and the remaining group of fortresses could be dropped relatively easily. I've already fallen 70% of the time, even though I've never been out of line.

Sometimes the Spierzeiks are coming to attack with their troops to recapture them, but I have so far been successful in repelling them all.

The only trouble I have is that I don't have one pretty girl who can take me into bed because I'm on the front line against Spierzeike.

I'm sending soldiers to a village in the vicinity of the castle to find beautiful women, but the results aren't good enough. There's going to be too much semen buildup and gut rupture as it is.

"Does your grandfather's coming here mean the West has settled down?

Until today, I had heard in a letter that my grandfather was unable to enter Rishleef because of anxiety material on the western side.

Just because you took control of Castel Rishleef, it didn't even dramatically solve the situation surrounding the Qualdenze family.

Due to the low level of civilization in the El-O continent, there is a real delay in the transmission of information.

Even though the surprise raid by the Spierzeik family has already ended in failure, before getting that information, "The Spierzeik family did it! I just have to ride, on this big wave! Don't miss the bus! It is not necessarily that there will be no aristocrats to join the hitchhiking battle," he said. It is therefore well thought that it will lead to a chain of declarations of war.

In addition to being able to take the territory of Quordenze from the hitchhiking nobility, I can sell a great deal of gratitude to the Duke of Spiazeik, the leader of the Great Faction of the Jinker En Empire. It's a high risk high return.

Now, when you tell me if you're comfortable with the information about the fall of Castle Rishleaf, it's not. It was in a letter from my grandfather that I would rather be in a more dangerous state.

What do the nobles think when they hear about the fact that the Qualdenze army dropped Castle Rishleef? The answer is one: "Both the Qualdenze and the Špiazzek families are full of creation".

The fact that we need a frightening bloodshed to break Voystra's great shield is a good thing to call a common perception of the surrounding aristocrats. In other words, we think that the Qualdenze family must have shed that blood. Naturally, the Spierzeikes, who would have fought with the readiness to die to defend the final line of defense, should be weaker than that.

What this misspeculation means is that it is a breakdown of the balance of power in the central part of the continent.

It was good to say that the central part of the continent was in a state of continuous hegemonic strife between the Qualdenze and the Špiazeik families and between the two great aristocrats.

If this party were to be weak together, it could be enough for something to emerge that would be ambitious among the imperial aristocrats who have so far persisted in neutrality and non-interference. An eastern faction hidden in the shadow of the old Voista faction within the Empire could come under attack to establish its status as a third force.

Specifically, a pattern of imperial eastern aristocracy coming together and attacking Castle Rishleaf is conceivable. He manages to justify the invasion by "overthrowing the Quordenze family, which continues its aggression against the imperial noble territories," destroying the Quordenze army, which would be heavily depleted in the siege battle, and occupying Castle Rishleef as it is. If it is possible to maintain it, the castle will continue its effective control even after the recapture without returning it to the Spierzeik family.

The Spierzeik family is like being grabbed by a Kintama when they take away Voystra's big shield. Influence within the Empire undoubtedly falls.

The territory of Quordenze is protected by an alliance named the Wall of Nature to the north, the Allies Silopea and Evenapis to the south, and the Kingdom of Levios to the east, but it is very unstable to the west.

The territory of Quordenze, which extends greatly on the western side, is adjacent to the imperial nobility everywhere. By my father's diplomacy they have shown neutrality or non-interference, but even then it can be said that they were kept in a thin sheet of ice.

A front-line base had been set up as a stepping stone to the invasion of the Spierzeik family, while at the same time making sense to strike a wedge against their opportunistic imperial nobility.

My grandfather dragonfly back to the front base without having a conversation with me because he decided he needed restraint against the west. in rather frustrating lettering.

I have not heard of the start of the Don Pachi between my grandfather and the Imperial nobility, but my grandfather remained stuck on the front line base the whole time.

Coming here today would mean that the smell on the western side is a little soothing.

"He said he felt a few military moves, but he's been calm lately"

"... then good. Don't make it a little easier to think your grandfather's coming."

The original existential significance of Castle Rishleef is the shield against the attack of the enemy, which would loom from the north. Not so strongly built for attacks from the south, that is, the Voystra plains. It can also be described as an easy castle to take back from the Spierzeik family.

Though I consolidated my steeple-field snipe defense, I'm sure I can't stand it alone if the Spierzeikes come again to form and attack the former Voystra coalition.

This one has a completely different level of security than my grandfather can move when I have to.

"Young lady, are you tired?

"I can't help it, because all of a sudden I was entrusted with such a stronghold..."

"Why don't you take your time today?

The martial officers worry about my voice.

Apparently I've been amazingly uptight myself here lately, and I kind of lost my powers when I found out my grandfather could move.

All of a sudden I was entrusted with a serious case of leaving a message for Castle Rishleaf, but, well, I had no other choice, so I had no choice.

It is my grandfather, who has extensive experience in training fields and is well known as a samurai, who can respond accurately to the movements of imperial aristocrats whose judgment is required. I can't even swing an extraction at a frontline base.

Conversely, since the enemies attacking the castle of Lyshreef are determined by the House of Spierzeik or the aristocracy under his command, it is not so difficult to do so, except in that the Lord's Ancestors may come. When the enemy arrives, all you have to do is repel them without any thought, without the need for political judgment.

A civilian watching how it goes spins words to care about this one.

"The general will be visiting today to respond to messengers from other houses. It will also lead to stability on the west side."

"Oh, was it today"

I recall that such a letter had come from my father in Newnelly City.

The story of me dropping Castle Rishleaf seems to have spread quite a bit in the last three weeks or so.

This series of battles, which begins with an ambush of the Spierzeik family and ends with the fall of Castle Rishleef, is said to be called "Snake Shield Breaking" and so on.

The aristocrats who heard the rumors were overwhelmed by the fact of the fall of Castle Rishleaf, and it is still surprising to learn that it was not Grandfather Galphis who accomplished it, but a 12-year-old man who had not yet received the next main nomination.

Aristocrats everywhere are suddenly interested in the presence of "Qualdenze Wilk". But I'm barely on the stage of noble society yet. At best, we've only met face to face about the nobility of the Qualdenze faction of the Kingdom of Levios. No great deal of information will be gathered.

"The messenger's in the snow. It's a hard thing to do on purpose."

"I don't know how many days it's going to go down, and if it's about snow this morning, you'd better come"

Naturally, it can't end there because we don't gather information. Especially as a grand aristocrat who stands alongside the Qualdenze family, he will want to get information at all costs.

At the very least, we need to know the veracity, the reality, of the rumors of the fall of Castle Rishleaf.

That's why they have received a large number of letters of celebration at Newnelly Castle.

Summarizing the contents of the letter: "Congratulations on the attack on Castle Rishleaf! I am delighted to be a nobleman of the same kingdom of Levios! I've got something to celebrate in a whisper, so I hope you'll let me give it to you! This is what I told you, so I'm taking you to Castle Rishleaf! I'd like to give it directly to Lord Wilke!" Most things, "he said.

It would be a stomach to scout Castle Rishleef, check the Qualdenze army for wear and tear, and set the rules for the rumored man. Not that I actually want to see it.

The civilian missed his sight from me and saw the martial arts officers.

"… Visiting today will be a messenger from the Marquis Atelahan family. Be very careful what you say and do."

One of the five great aristocratic houses of the Kingdom of Levios, the Northern aristocracy and Atelahan family.

In the kingdom it is an aristocrat in the Marquis, just like the Qualdenze family, but its exchanges are not as great. It is a delicate pattern that is neither good nor bad.

The Atelahans have also been dealing with celebrations against the Qualdenze family again, but what was skillful here would have been squeezing the person to celebrate into a single grandfather. "I want to celebrate Lord Garfis, the general general of the western invasion"... when they say that, it's hard to say no to the Qualdenze family.

A request for a visit to me, even to a child who is not the next principals, never stands a corner where I refuse. However, my grandfather, who is also a predecessor, is pregnant with his nature as a public servant, and if he refuses with all due respect, he may have a bad impression.

However, the offer was a proposal for the Qualdenze family to become a ship on the crossing.

Accepting messengers from the Athellahan family is that "the Qualdenze army is alive and well enough to be seen by the Athellahan family, which is not its own faction. The fall of Castle Rishleaf is also a fact".

It would also reduce the likelihood at once that the aristocrats of the eastern Empire would go into light-hearted action.

"The Athellahan family is another big man..."

"From which knight's house did the famous money come out?

"From the Atelahan family to the Qualdenze family, the corresponding knights should be chosen"

"Then again, is it the Rita Briar family?

"That would be appropriate. There can be Wikshires or Griocchians in character..."

"First of all, it's not going to come down below that. Just disrespectful."

When it comes to talking about the coming of the Atelahan family envoys, the martial officers start talking nasty.

Exactly, the knights subordinate to the great aristocrat Atelahan family seemed to have quite a name, and even his family name popped out of the mouth of the martial officers.

In aristocratic diplomacy, the status of an apostle is important. This is all the more so when it comes to external attention, especially after a serious incident has occurred.

If, for example, the Quordenze family sends out messengers to other houses, it is the pattern of making retired knights of the Gatoren family their messengers that is considered most respectful. Surrounded by the Gatoren family's perception that they are the leading knights of the Qualdenze family.

Of course, every time I get a messenger out of the lead knight family, I get the impression that it's too naughty and pitiful, so the only time I get a messenger out of the Gatoren family is when I really need it, and basically I'll be choosing a retired knight or a retired martial/civilian with each knight's carry around. The job of a diplomat awaits after the retirement of a knight or a competent martial officer.

In this case, it will be an interaction between Qualdenze Atelahan, immediately after a major event called the fall of Castle Rishleef and usually with little interaction. A retired knight should be chosen from the corresponding knight family.

The knights and martial officers can't help but wonder if Quordenze is not being tamed.

"... which knight's emissary, haven't you passed it on?

"Yes."

And this is also a strange custom, but it is often not known beforehand where the messenger comes from. He is only a messenger from the Athellahan family.

If I can interact with my dad on the phone, it takes time to make adjustments by letter anyway, so I may not have dared to notify him in advance thinking about changing the messenger.

At first I was going to get it out of the lead knight family, but when it was actually time to get the messenger out, things were changing, and it would be useful if I thought about getting it out of the lower ranked knight family and putting eye pressure on it from above, etc.

Either way, there seems to be no advance information for you this time.

I think I should at least confirm it and give it a heads-up when I get inside Qualdenze territory, but for the sake of custom, no one cares. I just welcome the "messenger from the Atelahan family". Is it okay to verify your identity or something? Now.

"Well, don't you come from the Rita Briar family in due course?

To calm down the martial officers who would cheer up the messengers, I told them my expectations to end the conversation.

All of the knights given by the samurai are the oldest knights said to have existed since the start of the Atelahan family. If the retired knights of these houses were to come, it would not be an act lacking courtesy.

It's none of my business who's coming.

"I'm sure the young man understands..."

To a civilian who opens his mouth to stab a nail, I interrupt in a eating mood.

"I know, because my father tells me so. Call me as soon as the messenger arrives. I'm gonna take my time indoors today, and it's snowing."

I do not meet the messengers coming from the Atelahan family to visit them in the name of "Let General Galphis celebrate the fall of Castle Rishleef".

Because of the actions clearly instructed by my father in his letter, we cannot meet at my discretion.

It seems like an operation to tell the truth about Castle Rishleaf, but not the rumored man.

If we learn about the less damaging Qualdenze army and the current state of the Rishleaf, whose main castle is, of course, taking overwhelming control of the tributary castle, we will have to be more interested in the man who accomplished it.

Thinking about standing around in the King's Capital in the spring, my father is already on the move. Even with me, I'm not going to defy you.

"When I finish my meal, I go back to my room. I'll take care of the scene."

The soup that creaked with the spoon was a little chilled.

In the room I use for my room, there is a window with a large view to the north. I guess it was prepared to see how it went when there was an enemy attack.

Consider drinking tea after meals, either with falling snow or with a view, and remove the wooden planks that were attached to the window frame.

"Oh..."

Only half of the windows I removed, far beyond which I could see something like a person.

Because of the snow that falls, far away it looks sumptuous in white, but magically strengthens my vision to capture its appearance somehow.

Walking in the mountains was an organization of about a hundred people. With people gathering in the front and rear, they are in a hippocampal formation.

In front there were several Kuordenze martial officers, dozens of engineer-like civilian soldiers, and in the centre of them was the figure of a familiar grandfather.

And in the rear, well-dressed humans ride unfamiliar animals and walk a little behind them. Next door is like a civilian in Qualdenze, who sometimes looks like he's talking.

... Perhaps that is the messenger from the Atelahan family.

I was holding back outside the room. When I called for an escort, I pointed out the window.

"It looks like your grandfather is on his way over here, but do you see a mix of people on odd animals?

When the escorts stare at it and confirm it, they answer almost simultaneously.

"That's a messenger from the Athellahan family."

I wondered why I could be certain of this, especially when I didn't seem to have a flag or anything to represent my affiliation.

"You know what I mean?

"What the young lady said about strange animals are horses found in the Athellahan region, so riders are considered messengers from the Athellahan family"

Well, that was a logical conclusion.

After hearing the description of the escort, observe the organism once again. It's bigger around than a regular horse and the base of his neck looks sturdy. It is characterised by ivory horns like a huge palm spread and redheads close to the vibrantly floating Zhu in the snow scenery.

It looks more like an animal close to a heraldica than a horse. However, there was a pin for the word horse found in the Atelahan region.

"Is that a horse?

"Did you know? He's a famous horse in the Cavalry."

Horses.

According to the book, it was an animal living in a pretty mountain, with a horse with a big horn. The Zeth Holy High Church church should also have stated that it was a brave, fierce and proud animal.

Due to its temperament, it is said that it is more difficult to handle than just a horse but is resistant to undulating terrain with poor scaffolding and is suitable for travel in mountainous areas.

The Atherahan region is home to horses, which are sometimes surrounded by mountains and are used as much as regular horses.

Particularly famous among them are the elite units of the Atherahan army known as the "Cavalry". Sometimes referred to as the Athelahan Cavalry.

The high level of skill and mobility of the troops on board the horses makes them a major force dominating the Athellahan region in the mountainous areas.

One of the escorts shrugged as he gazed at the realistic appearance of the horse, which he had only read in his book or heard in rumors.

"I have heard that only the Rita Briar family is allowed to ride on red-haired horses"

That's what one of the escorts said.

Apparently, he had spoken to officials of the Atelahan family before, and he heard it at that time.

"The messenger must be from the Rita Briar family."

"It's hard to tell because it's a long way from here, but you look pretty old"

"No way, Rita Briar Narbassin?

"... If that's the case, I'm pretty sure the Atelahans will take a pretty heavy look at this one"

"Isn't Lord Crowne moving...?

Now is the continent's leading aristocrat, but the Atelahan family is an emerging aristocrat with only about a hundred years of history, many of whose origins are vague.

It is essentially a aristocratic family launched by only two main ancestors, his brother Osimnia and his sister Crowne.

Ritabria Narbassin is a loyal knight who ran through the battlefield with his brothers and sisters and was committed to the unity of the Atelahan region. It is said that Crowne, a young man, was the most heavily used knight.

It seems that he has also retired for old age or his job as a diplomat in the last decade, and I have never heard of him coming out to other realms. If it's really Narbassin over there, I'm wondering if Crowne has moved, as the martial arts say.

"That's another big pile moving."

The Cavalry is a unit conceived and put into practice by Atelahan Crowne.

She stood up holding her spear herself in the turn of time and ran around the earth with the Cavalry, who had created her own. At the end of the day, he was in conflict with his most trusted brother, Osimnia, and after crossing his corpse he finally achieved the unity of the Athellahan region, renaming his family name Athellahan.

It may well be said that the Atelahan family is a noble family originating in Atelahan Crowne. They're still alive today, but since they're over a hundred years old, it won't be strange when they die.

"If Lord Crowne is paying attention, it can't be a detour. We need to keep our heads tight..."

Crowne is arguably a symbol of the Athellahan family's martial arts, and it is no exaggeration to say that the Lord's seat has retired in the days before, but that its influence lies not only within the Athellahan family, but throughout the Kingdom of Levios, and hence throughout the continent.

I'm not sure if it's true or false, but there are rumours that Crowne was joining the reinforcements that stopped the Revolutionary Invasion of Levios territory by Princess Orcian as his deputy.

Is the Athellahan family understaffed to use a grandmother over 100 years old?... Well, I can't even tell you how the Quordenze family is putting their grandfather beyond eighty on the battlefield about the other house.

"Excuse me, young lady. I see the messenger now."

Soon there was a civilian standing outside the room. You must have come to see if I was properly pulled.

"Oh, I'm not leaving the room. Let me know when you get home."

You wanted to hear Atelahan Crowne's hero Tan, and I watched the door close.

My grandfather came to the samurai's work room about three o'clock snacks in the previous life in Japan.

I guess the messenger's opponent could afford to put his face on this one as well.

"Do you have any wilk?"

As a result of my desire for warmth, I was in my work room. Because of my poor guts that it would be a shame to let the guards use magic just for me.

Being in your own room and here is not much different because the messenger never comes to the work room.

"I'm here."

I kept writing letters. I stopped my hand and spoke to my grandfather.

Then, when I wondered if my grandfather's neck had moved with tremendous momentum, I approached him with momentum that would kick the desks of martial artists and civilians.

"Wilk!"

"Yes, sir"

My grandfather, with his arms wide open, also looks as if he would block my escape route.

Being only a twelve-year-old body, I'm lower than my grandfather's height. I can't flatter this.

"Are you safe!? Body!?

My grandfather says, with a loud voice that pushes me through to my eardrum.

"Your grandfather? As I wrote in my letter..."

Perhaps you're asking me if I'm injured in a single ride with Spierzeike Verrett or an attack on Castle Rishleef. It has already been reported that no injuries have been inflicted.

But my grandfather grabbed my shoulders with a rugged look.

"You can write as many falsehoods as you want, like letters!? No strength, be honest, if you have any pain, go back to Newnelly and take care of yourself......!! Wilk, you can't lie to Non.

You want to make sure there are no injuries, my grandfather shoves a pepper and palm against my body from the top of his clothes.

But the momentum was intense, and I felt like I was being pulled one way or the other.

"Hey... Grandfather, it's okay. Because there was no lord ancestor in the attack on Castle Rishleef, and Spierzeik Verrett was a blow. I was surprised by the nobleman's intimidation, but that's all."

You're trying to tell if there's a lie from my talk, my grandfather's eyes get thinner.

"... did you feel like your body would be paralyzed somewhere after the battle?

I refrain from responding immediately because the voice had a different and more serious flavor.

And I slowly closed my eyes and looked back again well in the dark, but I still remembered it especially.

"After all, there isn't"

An open eye shoots through my grandfather's gaze.

I'm afraid you'll easily spot my lies in front of this intense eye. It's okay, I'm not lying this time.

"Is that true? Good, then..."

When my grandfather sighed like he was relieved, my hair fluttered.

But the conversation didn't end there. I don't know if I can afford to preach to you because I'm relieved, but you're wasting your time here about my behavior.

90% of the sermons were caused by a duel with Verrett. My grandfather said, don't make it easy to fight between the ancestors.

"I thought he was a prudent kid, similar to Luxe... but he looks a lot like Cassia around getting bold in my dunno..."

My grandfather puts his hand on my cheek and touches his eyes with his fingers. Looks like you're looking at the silver eyes I inherited from my grandmother.

I'm just not bold enough. I came to the duel after preparing a large number of escape routes and considering the risks and returns, and I just want you to say that I look more like my father.

"I can't tell you not to fight a duel between nobles... But do it when your family is nearby.... Only sequelae should not be left behind. If you insult a malevolent magic, never... then..."

"Then don't let your grandfather be impotent either."

"I'm too old to worry about magic residue or after-effects."

"I care about this one. Your grandfather fought all the time when he was younger, so you must have a pile of stuff, right?

"Non has never had a duel from the front with nobility so much. I can't beat it, I can count it with my fingers."

It should be noted that ordinary aristocrats do not often take a single ride in itself.

"Isn't that plenty..."

"Better than a non or something, no, that's okay.... and there was Cassia on Noon's side. I've been able to handle the magic residue."

I didn't think it would lead to a noroke story.

I also want the adorable daughter-in-law of my lord ancestor. Especially now I think even more so because the semen seems to flat.

"Don't take a sweet look at the magic remnants. Non took a sweet look at it when he was young. It's too late to regret it... Even now..."

As I look at my grandfather, whose voice keeps getting smaller and smaller, I think about what I should say.

But at the next moment, my grandfather laughed so loudly that he could give away his negative heart, and he caressed my head.

"More than that! I heard all about the battle from the martial arts officer. They call it Operation Snake Fang. Right!

"Yes."

Slightly faster heartbeat. I guess the general review by my grandfather is about to begin.

I felt like getting the test results back from my teacher.

"Don't worry, I'm done preaching.... Well done, Wilk. Getting Castle Rishleaf etc...... unbelievable! That's Cassia's grandson, Luxe's son."

I'm your grandfather's grandson.

"Ha-ha-ha, you did. That's Noon's grandson!

They slap me on the shoulder, rub my cheeks properly, and "good boy" like it's meant to mess up my hair set.

My grandfather's expression of affection is somewhere abusive, but I don't feel bad. Is it because the other person is happy from the bottom of his mind?

"The decision to narrow it down to knights and martial officers and submissive soldiers and leave Newnelly is truly brilliant. Surprise attacks are vulnerable to surprise attacks. This will be the most important factor in this success."

"Thank you"

"The people of Spierzeik who came to the frontline base didn't think the main ancestral army would move from Newnelly so quickly. I can't read the war, but I missed the retreat because of it."

My grandfather's review goes on, but it's all about praising me. He seems a little dissatisfied with the duel decision, but he was praised for continuing to take safety measures without me going into a tough fight at Castle Rishleaf. Well, even over here, my grandfather's rescue was my goal, so I couldn't be serious about castle attacks.

"Luxe also said that with this, we can safely entrust the next generation of Quordenze"

Speaking of sobering content, his grandfather gave instructions by hand to the martial officer standing at the entrance.

When the martial officer puts the flat box at a desk near me and my grandfather, he takes a step back. You don't seem to open it.

"Wilk open."

Think from the flow of the story, what if, feelings arise.

I put my hand on the lid of the crate, taking care not to tremble.

"This is..."

There it was, the flag.

Snakes entangled in crossing spears and blisters descending on them... it's a Quordenze-printed flag.

If there is a difference, it is the finish. Its flag, based on beautiful greenery, was embroidered with a properly painted crest rather than a simplified version.

It was a flag that I had always wanted, a flag that would only be allowed to be used by the families of the Qualdenze family who received the next Lord's mission.

"The other day, but it arrived from Luxe. He wants you to give it to him."

"From my father?

Trying to look closely at the pattern and stretching his arms, a few of the martial arts officers I saw approached me and instead spread the flag to show me.

"Luxe will be unable to get his hands off diplomacy in the aftermath of this one, so he can't give it directly. They said the official nomination would be made after Wilke returned to Newnelly Castle, but only the flag was asked to be handed over first. … the flag that can be erected at Castle Rishleaf will not be dressed with the simple crest of today"

There was a letter in the crate, but it was from my father to me.

My grandfather prompted me to read it and when I opened inside it was pale stating that I would nominate him as my successor. I guess he cares about this one, don't just be impotent, which has been written over and over again by changing the literature.

My father will be busy dying in coordination with other houses, so he doesn't have much time to celebrate my next nominee.

Well, it would be like the innervation of the next term. No, I'm glad it wasn't a prayer letter. I can't wait to be reincarnated into a living nightmare.

"Congratulations, young lady"

"Congratulations"

"Congratulations"

My chest gets unwittingly hot at the blessings of the martial officers in my room.

I've reached out to study, martial arts, and various businesses to become the next principals, but it finally paid off.

"I wonder if it was the decisive decision to drop Castle Rishleaf. Good luck with that."

My grandfather laughed out loud when I squealed like that.

"That's not true!

"Huh?"

"If you can't succeed me without dropping Castle Rishleaf, no one will succeed you as a housekeeper! Gahhhhhh!! Garhhhhhhh!!

Hi. Looks like I got into a bump, and my grandfather laughed with a belly in his arms.

Were you caught in that laugh, and the martial officers and the civilians also seemed to have only a few garlic laughs.

The face of the knight Gatoren in the back of the work room gives me a troubled look when I say things with strange values.

"Young lady"

"Knight Gatoren, help me"

I honestly asked for a follow-up. I know by rule of thumb that it's shallower to admit mistakes than to fix them poorly.

"Didn't you say that the other day? Miss Minute at Newnelly Castle has been admitted to birth control by a doctor."

"I did say..."

Castle Rishleaf also received letters from the City of Newnelly, which included letters from the Minute.

A servant at the castle distracted me. It was written in the letter that Minute's pregnancy was recognized by a cousin physician serving the Qualdenze family.

Aristocratically interpreted, it was determined by the fetus in Minute's belly to be experiencing a magical reaction, that is, conceiving a descendant.

For the minit, who is a slave ancestor, to conceive his subordinate ancestor, he must receive seeds from his lord ancestor. That means I'm the father of the belly child.... unless my father or grandfather is sleeping a minit in the back.

I see, I kind of figured it out.

"Aren't you going to be named a successor until you can confirm your ability to make a succession?"

With that said, the knight Gatoren quietly lowered, silently indicating his intention to affirm.

What nobility requires is to continue the veins of the Lord's ancestors, and I guess seedless cannot be the Lord. Really sensible.

This is also why the noble son is often nominated for the next term as a mid-teenager. I guess I can't tell you that child making is a requirement considering the mood of a sex-sensitive aristocratic son.

It was something I knew as soon as I thought about it. It must have been quicker to nominate a successor to a woman than to get her hands on the business.

"Ma... well, fine. Now I'm next in line. We need to work harder from now on."

If you succeed the Quordenze family, your standing in aristocratic society will change a lot in the future.

First we have to think about maintaining Castle Rishleaf, and standing around in the King's Capital in Spring.

As I am responsible for the next generation of the Qualdenze family, there are many things I want to do and have to do.

I can't stop to live a more fulfilling life.