The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Chopped mountains and deep valleys, the highest mountain of the continent, Mount Elektion, soars high if you look far away.

Though roads are maintained for passage, there are native forests that block even the light of the sun if you step away from them.

In the dotted basin, people were gathering to build cities to lean on.

Atelahan region of the Elo continent.

It is the land governed by the House of Aristocrats and Athelahans.

Even though the snowfall period was a land of few people to and from, on that day there were numerous carriages gathered in the city of Zareazelia.

It is also apparent from appearance that those carriages are brilliantly decorated and not ridden by civilians.

One of the big carriages passes through the castle gate.

The crest painted on the body is a double-edged sword standing between two horses facing each other. That means the House of Aristocrats and Atelahans. However, it was a crest that showed, so to speak, the "Atelahan branch", which was extremely simplified and limited in shade to show that it was a bypass system rather than a currents one.

"Nova."

In the carriage, a woman's voice sounds.

Except for a servant who is getting smaller in the corner, the only passenger on board is her son, Atelahan Novalf.

Sitting diagonally forward, he slowly opened his eyes and captured his own mother.

"Take that shoulder off."

Novalf felt her mother's words and the tip of her gaze were not on her own, but on her own shoulder, wrapped around her as a cold suit.

I've had a reputation for good health since I was young, and that still doesn't change now that he's twenty years old. Built for him, that shoulder strap was big enough to be a blanket if you were a small woman.

"Tell us why. As Mother knows, this shoulder is..."

In response to Novarff's question, my mother turns to a fan made of bird wings that she had in her hand when she slightly distorted her expression.

Her anger also seemed to hang on to the tip of it, which was turned toward her.

"Of course, I know. And you will know what this mother thinks."

Novalf understands my mother's thoughts. But my hand stops if I think of what it means to follow that instruction.

With his shoulder strap pinched with his fingers, he pressed silently.

"Nova, you don't have to grumble. If we wrap such things around, they may think we have succumbed to the main house."

"But mother..."

"The Big Lady is watching you. You're not so stupid that you don't know how honored this is, are you? Come on."

When he confirmed that his mother's tone had changed to something that did not say whether or not, he carefully removed his shoulder strap and handed it to a servant who had refrained.

It was the result of the decision that it would be better to follow honestly than to keep pushing questions and stimulate my mother.

"Treat it politely. The princess gave it to me."

"Yes, sir."

His feather-woven shoulder hanging was a gift from the princess of the Atelahan family main house. From Novarphus and his mother, who were in the house, it may be said that they were given to him.

Mother's idea of daring to take that off...... No, to hate, Novalf was distressed by the response.

"That's good. Heh heh, that stupid sister's going to think about it, like trying to follow my kid using her daughter. But it doesn't work for me."

Novarf's mother is in a delicate position as the eldest daughter of the Athelahan family predecessor and sister of the present Lord.

She thinks she is the one who deserves the head of the Atelahan family main house, and that still did not change today when she was given to her daughter-in-law by a branch muscle without being able to inherit the governor.

In the wake of her shoulder strap, my mother begins to talk about how much of a grudge festival she has against the current Athelahan lord, the Marquis of Athelahan, who is her real sister, and Novarv strikes a match for her degree of affection.

It's like oiling a fire where he tells you to stop your pussy, and if you mishandle your mother and start a big fire, that's not for anyone.

Whenever I saw my mother, who was paranoid as a result of past resentment, he was worried about the future of Athellahan territory.

As a result of the wielding oddities of Warcraft El Senior, the Atelahan main house has also lost many of its family members.

In addition to our predecessors, most of the wise old people have fallen ill, and we are in a predicament where there is an overwhelming lack of lords and ancestors who should support our present Lord from behind.

The Atherahan territory is a rugged mountainous area, easily isolated from the outside world by its natural barriers. It was difficult to govern them solely by the main house and its subordinate, the Knights, and small bases existed throughout the territory, with the main ancestors of the branches.

Though the top is the Atelahan family home, the division is indispensable in ruling the territory. That means that the influence of the division is not small.

While the main ancestors of the main house fell into odd sickness, the main ancestors of the branches survived relatively often. It has much to do with the fact that the division had a base in an isolated environment that was smaller in size and less accessible to people compared to the Atelahan main house.

As a result, the division was able to say something stronger to the main house than before.

It was also from the calamity of Warcraft El Senior that Novarf's mother became blatantly dissatisfied with the main house.

"I wonder if she's going to cry to the Big Lady again. I'm so sorry. Hey, Nova, don't you think?

And here's a story changing into my favorite pussy lately. Novarf was disgusted by the taste of his mother, who was tired of hearing good things.

"Are you going to move Narbassin and become the Big Lady? And in that case, Qualdenze will see Atelahan lightly."

The letter arrived at the Atelahan family when the year had dawned and less than half a month had passed. The letter was stamped with the seal of the Galliana family owner, but the sender was not Galliana Milord.

We deported the current principals who would give to the Qualdenze family in the midst of the operation of the Špiazzek family. We want to have a good relationship with the Atelahan family in the future. Would you please approve of us as rightful principals...... it is a letter that means there has been a conspiracy by family members at the Galliana family.

It would be to gain the Atelahan family's trust, the letter also gave a schematic outline of the operation planned by the Spierzeik family.

Disabled by surrounding Qualdenze Garfis with multiple main ancestral armies, it prevents reinforcements from the city of Newnelly by subjugating the riverbank strongholds where separate teams began in the city of Nambonan. It means moving several aristocratic houses in the group of free cities to strangle the Evenapis, allies of the Qualdenze family, and beating up vigilance against the east by waging a rebellion at the Galliana family.

Given the content of the operation and the bottom line of the Špiazzek family, it was a story that could well have made the Quordenze family disadvantaged.

The Athellahan main house immediately summoned to the division muscle, and it was to be assessed how to stand around in the future.

But that argument will be interrupted as soon as it begins.

This is because we received reports of the fall of Castle Rishleaf.

"But, Mother, the fall of Castle Rishleef is never a mild event. I was wondering if it was a mistake to use Narbassin as a messenger. The relationship between Atelahan and Qualdenze…"

"Well, well! You say that until Nova! I guess I just got nothing because I was really down in the castle. If the rumors were wrong, it would have been a disgrace to Athellahan, wouldn't it? As a fool danced to uncertain information, you must have painted mud on the honor of the Grand Lady."

That was incredible information.

In the first place, the Quordenze family should be in the midst of a massive counter-attack against the Špiazek family. Given the letters received from the Galliana rebels, it is clear that the Spiazeikes have started the operation.

None of the Atelahan family could imagine how the hell it would lead to the fall of Castle Rishleef.

For this reason, it was concluded once that the information was incorrect.

But things go in a direction I never thought they would.

The more time passes, the more rumors of the fall of Castle Rishleaf.

A man of the Quordenze family single-handedly debated the man of the Špiazzeik family, the knights, the heavy ministers of the Špiazzeik family, were exterminated at the meeting of the city of Nambonan, the Castle of Lyshleef fell and was subdued by the Quordenze army, the Špiazzeik army fled back to the territory...... rumors become a preaching of the complete victory of the Quordenze family.

And as if to prove it, the number of letters of authorisation requests received from the Galliana rebels grew. As if to ask for help.

Maybe the Quordenze family really dropped Castle Rishleef...... where more families think so, the current head of the Athellahan family, the Marquis of Athellahan, moved.

In order to ascertain whether the rumors were true, it was decided to send a messenger to the Qualdenze family.

So chosen was Ritabria Narbassin, who had already retired from the diplomatic service and lived in hiding.

Let Novarf's mother say that it was for the current authority of the Lord that he elected Narbassin as his messenger.

Nurbasin, also the first contemporary of the Knightly and Ritabrian families, is once known for his dedication to the unity of the Athellahan region, running through the mountains with the Great Lady, Athellahan Crowne. Crowne is also said to be the most trusted knight.

The Marquis of Atelahan says he is claiming to be Crowne's successor by using Narbassin, who was daring to retire.

"... that she really is the only woman capable of hunting warcraft. I wonder if this will protect Athellahan."

Then shouldn't your sister, your sister, support you...... Novalf swallows the word. I knew better than anyone that saying that would only incite hatred.

I guess he's getting excited as he speaks ill, Novalf sees his mother getting louder and heated up, and thinks it's time to quell the fire.

"Mother, this is already Zaleazelia. I don't know where the main house ears are. You should keep your frying feet from being taken off by being boring, it might be added in. If you're a smart mother, you know..."

Novalf's mother, who had a stiff look at the words, gently put a fan on her cheek in a motion that would make her hair hairy when the cat embarrassed her, and smiled.

The city of Zareazelia is the home of the Atelahan family, present in the northeastern part of Atelahan territory.

It is situated on one of the few plains in the mountainous Atelahan region, with many tributaries from the great river running through the north and plenty of water resources.

But if you go one step beyond the Great River, there is a land of mist that has been polluted by the Warcraft.

For the Atherahans, sitting back in the city of Zareazelia is also a preparation for the mature warcraft that will emerge from the north.

The Castle of Zareazelia, the centre and centre of the city of Zareazelia, was home to the side relatives of the Atelahan family, as well as the knights of the realm.

If Wilk had seen the placement of a desk arranged in the large hall, he would feel similar to the elementary school classroom.

In a position where the parish table is likely to be located is the desk of the Athellahan family owner, and next to it stands the Narbassin.

A three-seater desk made of marble, third from before it, Novalf and his mother sat down, listening in silence to the words of the lead actor, Ritabria Narbassin, in this prestigious sense.

Nurbasin, who had travelled to the territory of Quordenze to visit the Messenger, met Quordenze Luxe, the current head of the Quordenze family, in the city of Newnelly, and then visited the Castle of Lyshreef to check with his eyes the situation on the ground.

I was already close to 100 years old, but there was nowhere to stare in that narrative, and I could see that my consciousness was solid.

"... So, Sincerely... did Rishleaf fall?

We're done talking about Narbassin. Or a woman with a branch muscle leaked her voice.

Perhaps the knights thought the same thing, but they cannot say goodbye on this occasion when the relatives of the Atelahan family meet together.

The relatives of the Athelahans are the blood of their fathers. There is reverence and awe in the Lord and in the ranks of obedient blood, although they are not direct masters to the ancient knights.

"Ha, and with these eyes"

Back then, Narbassin was moving as Crowne's spiritual soldier, obtaining a number of important pieces of information and making a lot of achievements in the march. Although it is a pestle I used to take, there was a backed trust of track record when it comes to hostile inspections.

"May I?

Already the Atelahan family at the main house had heard the information, so it was mostly the aristocrats of the branches who asked the questions.

"We talked about not seeing exhaustion in the Qualdenze army, but is that okay with both soldiers and supplies?

"There is no mistake in that perception. Guess from the civilian soldiers that were deployed, but I felt a lot of room"

If supplies are scarce, it is the equipment and treatment of civilian soldiers that will most noticeably manifest their impact, Narbasin says.

But when Narbassin visited Ryshleef Castle, he was seen as a civilian soldier who was fed warm soup to feed his English.

Food, as well as fuel such as firewood, should not be able to do so unless there is room for it.

"It also seemed like we had already handled the dead. If the burial site doesn't exist anywhere but where I've seen it, the damage to the soldier will be very minor."

If there were a large number of dead in a siege, it would take a long time to process it. Because if you think about the fact that the Spierzeik army is going to raid for the recapture of the castle, you're going to have to deal with the dead later. Fortunately, because it is winter, it is also difficult to rot the corpse, and sometimes leaving it somewhat unattended has little effect.

If the burial of the less priority war dead is complete, it can be compared to the fact that there were fewer bodies to be processed.

"The Castle of Rishleaf is difficult to defeat. I don't think we can drop it without any damage. Or maybe it was just a fine story and actually a castle..."

In response to that word, Narbassin shows perseverance and denial.

"The great shield of Voystra, there is no falsehood in its name.... while overstepping, I saw that in robustness it was comparable to the Corbovian line. I was wondering if a positive attack would make this castle impossible."

Relatives, as well as knights, bothered to respond to Narbassin's assessment of seeing Ryshleef Castle.

The Corbovian line is one of the proud defense facilities of the Levios family, which, as its name suggests, serves as a shield to protect the Corbovian plains and the ancient city of Corbovia, the true home of the Levios family.

For the Atherahans, the Corbovian line was familiar in a way. Because that shield is directed against the Athelahans.

After all, the Kingdom of Levios is a political, economic and military alliance between aristocrats, and it is also well conceivable that in some circumstances the hand that was held will leave. And the Levios are not so peacefully bogged down that they are defenceless against the Athelahans, who are sometimes regarded as the kingdom's most powerful aristocrats.

The Corbovian wire is nonetheless built to such an extent that it does not explicitly strengthen its defenses because of its good relationship at present, but still hesitates to attack it if seen from the Atelahan family.

The appearance of a specific comparable object led to the sharing of the image of the Castle of Rishleaf among those in the Great Hall.

I guess you truly understood the magnitude of the martial arts in the hands of the Quordenze family, the families poking each other in the face and exchanging words thoughtfully.

"You've made a big deal out of it, Qualdenze. Nova, what do you think?

"This is the end of the destiny of the Spierzeik family..."

The bread, and the sound of dryness in the great hall, was precisely then that Novalf tried to answer my mother's question.

The sounding area cannot be visualized due to the rearmost position of the room. But it was a habit that Atelahan Crowne would do in silencing his surroundings, and whoever slapped his hand was self-evident without having to look back.

The relatives stretch their spines with no one, breathtaking. Everyone can only stare at the Marquis of Atelahan sitting in the front because he has not been told it is good to look back.

If we look back here, we're going to turn our asses on the current Lord, and instead, we're going to get scolded by Crowne. She is already a hermit, and nominally it will be the Marquis of Atelahan who stands at the top of this great hall.

"Royal Voystra, will you finally perish..."

In a shimmering room, Crowne's squeaky voice sounds quietly.

The Marquis of Atelahan responds to Crowne's remarks by saying what he thinks.

"Lady Big Lady, there is no more kingdom of Voystra. Besides, my family name goes back to the Spierzeik family..."

"Takeshi"

Small, but the word was a voice that reached the back of his ear well.

"Voystra is not doomed. I stayed in the empire pretending to give in to that little cunt."

Slowly Crowne speaks so as to separate each word.

About two hundred years ago, the chain of battles that began with the politics of the Zeth Holy High Council dragged the continent into a turbulent mud.

In the midst of the many aristocrats who remain exhausted and fallen, flirting with the twists of the times, the power of the Spierzeik family, which as soon as possible saw this as an opportunity to unify the Voystra plain and set up the Voystra kingdom, was a prominent one.

Crowne was a generation that knew the full season of the Kingdom of Voystra, the time when it was the most energetic, and there was a part of it that looked at the House of Spiazeik with feelings similar to its longing for it as a symbol of "strong nobility".

In fact, Crowne changed the name of his own unified Athellahan region to the family name and made the choice to name the Athellahan family. This was imitated by the Spierzeik family's method, and it goes without saying that there was a strong spectrum there.

"... I cannot crush the Voystra royal family with such power."

Ha, and with a deep sigh, Crowne called the name of the Athelahan family first and foremost contemporary.

There are only two old men left in the Atelahan family main house: Crowne and the previous contemporaries. It should be noted that the previous generations were the fruitful daughters of Crowne.

Most of all, even when I said daughter, this one was already over 80 years old and plugged into the realm of the old woman.

The effects of ageing, which appear in the progenitors and descendants, vary greatly from person to person, with earlier generations already decaying more than their real mother, Crowne. Although in recent times he has often rested alone in the back of Zareazelia Castle due to the impatience caused by old age, this time he was asked to attend as an observer only.

Earlier generations, when she sees that her mother is urging herself to continue her commentary, she really coughs up and then makes a statement.

"The policy at the beginning of the founding of the Zinker En Empire focused primarily on the suppression of the Spierzeik family. So much so that the Spiazeikes had power at the time."

If something had happened to the first emperor, Emperor Zinker En, there would not have existed at the time, such as a nobleman who could have stopped the Spierzeik family alone. Previous generations affirm that the weakening of the Spierzeik family was an urgent and imperative challenge in maintaining an organization called the Empire.

"Then the kingdom of Voystra is gone..."

Earlier generations sigh at the temperamental Marquis of Atelahan, who spills it as it is without thinking about anything that comes to mind. The trick was very similar to my mother, Crowne.

Novarf heard slightly a contempt for his mother's "fool" sitting next to him.

"Let's just say the Jinker En Emperor, until the second generation Arginis Emperor, was effective. The power of Spierzeik surely fell. But many will know that the empire could have rubbed much in the ensuing imperial succession. The third generation...... the Ferrult emperor of the present emperor did not follow the policies of the first and second generations. We relied on the Spierzeik family as a backing shield for our imperial succession, naturally. It is also around here, essentially like the resurrection of the Voystra kingdom within the Empire, led by the Špiazyk family on behalf of the old Voystra faction"

When the previous generations closed so, they kept their mouths shut. I guess you want to say your role is over.

"Silfazazea, Silfazazel. It is sad to see giant trees decay, even though it is the law of the earth."

Crowne uttered an ancient adage in a voice that seemed to disappear.

A direct translation would mean "fall to the ground, fall to the ground". The seeds that fall on the earth eventually sprout, stretch out the stems, increase the leaves, grow into giant trees, and eventually fall into decaying land. It is an adage that preaches the inevitable decay of the flourishing.

I wonder if the whole season of the Voystra kingdom was on the back of Crowne's brain, his eyes narrowed to miss something.

"... but I didn't know that even that jinker-en emperor would crack Voystra's big shield..."

Earlier generations didn't listen to one relative grumble pompously.

"Don't get me wrong. The Jinker Emperor didn't break his shield then, he didn't intend to break it."

"Oh, no way?

"The great reputation of Voystra's great shield and so on is nothing more than a statue spread by the Spierzeiks. Sure, Rishleef will be strong, but fear more than reality is what the fools do, don't be confused."

Earlier generations keep explaining to the children and grandchildren on the spot as they lift their hair looking troublesome.

"For the second time...... the House of Spiazeik retained its honor by entering under the Empire umbrella before a genuine invasion with all its main forces began. I have a proven track record of bouncing off Emperor Jinker En."

The Spierzeik family exaggerated and spread the word about preventing the invasion of the Jinker En Emperor.

Known as the Western champion, the strength of the war prevented the invasion of the Zinker En Emperor, then feared to be the strongest on the continent, in order to be honored.

That's how early surrender stopped the Jinker En Emperor from re-challenging his invasion, making the difficult downfall legend of Castle Rishleaf certain. Earlier generations said that the Spierzeik family had entered the empire as well as defending their own tenure.

"Behind such..."

"It's a fact. The Spierzeikes needed to show their martial authority so that they wouldn't be insulted by other houses that were under Emperor Zinker En's umbrella first."

"Something you don't know about those days, someone you've forgotten, believes in the Great Shield's tale."

It was perhaps a subjective way of looking at it.

But it is true that Crowne, who has survived rough times with intuition and flashes, the previous generations of theorists whose horizons were wide and specialised in aristocratic diplomacy, there is nothing more to rely on than when these two views coincide.

The contemporary Marquis of Atelahan was excellent as a samurai, but he was not comfortable with such diplomacy and internal affairs, and accepted it without any particular objection.

"The Spierzeik family, whose disadvantages persisted in the war against the Qualdenze family, was left with only a path that leads to the legend of the great shield they had made"

"But that praiseworthy shield broke. Let's not go further than the Voystra Kingdom."

While the Spiazeikes continued to lose in the war against the Qualdenze family, they were not insulted by other houses.

That is the presence of Castle Rishleaf is significant. Even where the Quordenze family defeated the old Voicetra aristocracy, the Spierzeik family had that great shield of Voicetra.

But it was like holding the sword of a thigh.

The breaking of a shield that can also be described as a symbol of martial arts makes the surrounding nobles aware of the fall of the Spierzeik family even in response.

"If it was that red ghost who broke the shield, it might have hit me with his hand... but it's also inexplicable"

The Spierzeik family had a bud of reversal. That is an out-of-time aim.

Quoldenze Garfis, who is the general general-general of the invasion of Spierzeik, is already in his eighties, aged. The Lord ancestors often have a life expectancy around the age of 100, but they don't die in their eighties. It is not so surprising that the fire of life is extinguished tomorrow.

The loss of Galphis is too much of a military impact for the Qualdenze family. Assuming Galphis can't move, the invasion will have to stop there.

Even the Quordenze family has a smaller number of ancestors than other houses under the influence of solemnly turning sideline kinsmen in the days of Quordenze Cassia, the previous contemporary lord. There is no guarantee that we can withstand the rush of the Lord Ancestral Army of the Spierzeik family, which has many noble houses under its umbrella in its pawns.

But the bud crumbled.

A young Quordenze man defeated the next head of the Spierzeik family with a single knight, and generally accomplished a great shield split that was said not to have even been fulfilled by the Jinker En Emperor.

The nobles around, and those who still remember the times of turmoil, must see the shadow of Galphis in his bravery.

Even if Galphis retreated from the front in that situation, the impact would be completely different from not having a successor to the martial arts.

"Back to the shield-bearing man, that son of a bitch is still alive. There were two snake fangs.... Stuffed."

All that tightening, Crowne said.

The Marquis of Athellahan concludes with a brief summary of the story and proposes to think about where the Athellahan family is going in the future.

As the families began their consultations in a whisper, Novarf heard his mother sitting next to him raise her voice.

"Quordenze eats Spierzeik... is this not dangerous?

The Quordenze family has a number of fertile barn zones and maintains a strong territory by the population supported by its wheat.

With the addition of the Spierzeik Voystra plain here, it would grow to a scale that would not allow other houses to follow in terms of food production.

There should not be an immediate enemy because of the alliance in the name of the Kingdom of Levios, but nevertheless there was no doubt that it was a threat to the Atelahans. Assuming the Quordenze family disobeys the Kingdom of Levios, the first confrontation with it is with the Atelahans, even if they think geographically.

"Don't you need interference?

"Yeah, yeah. Now we've only taken control of the Rishleaf."

"You have to hit some kind of hand before you can get the Voicetra Plains..."

Look at the relatives starting to make a scene with their woes. Crowne stretches his expression and slaps his hand again.

Only a few families felt a slight irritation at the sound.

"Otomura takes a sweet look at the contemporary times of Quordenze. He's the one who draws that snake girl's blood. Have you forgotten?"

The family puts a question mark on their face as they couldn't seem to quickly determine who the adorable word snake daughter was referring to.

It was the previous generations that supplemented the lack of words.

"Princess Gori... I'm talking about Qualdenze Cassia"

The previous generations were well aware of the existence Crowne called Snake Daughter.

Because of the many hard memories proportional to the brave hero Tan, Crowne doesn't really like his own old story. On the other hand, it was easy to talk about, either because we could speak as third parties about events in other houses.

Earlier generations had heard more stories about the princess who united the five kingdoms of Qualdenze than Crowne, and there were times when she was close to herself and her age and was conscious.

"Are you kidding me? It is now called the Princess of the Five Kingdoms and other beautiful names, but it is a snake. The blood of a serpent called you is inherited in our time."

The current head of the Quordenze family, Quordenze Rouxe, is a less talkative figure in the Atelahan family.

Especially from the extraterritorial and infrequently interacted branch muscles, he was a figure he barely knew, such as Luxe, with no notable martial arts.

Speaking of those who know in the Qualdenze family, it would be places like Garfis the Red Ghost, followed by Cassia the Princess of the Five Kingdoms, and then Luxe who comes out.

Crowne turned his thoughts around as he watched the backs of the family looking like they hadn't come with pins.

"... well, try to predict when the Ocelorian attack on Qualdenze will begin. I'm happy."

The relatives tightened themselves up when Crowne threw the question at them. Because we thought that the city of Otheloria was the home of the Spierzeik family, so to speak, equal to being told to predict the outcome of the war.

It is a red disgrace to give a dull answer here.

"If Castle Rishleaf had fallen, wouldn't it have been about five years?

"I thought I was just as good..."

"As the Big Lady said earlier, the Spierzeik family's martial arts have been lost in the fall of the Rishleaf. Can it be reached within three years?

"Isn't it the same with the Schpierzeik family that did less damage in the siege? There must still be room. I wonder if I need seven or eight years. The Spierzeik family is the target."

"If it's a full-blown Othelian attack, there are other cities I'd like to drop. If we think about securing the cities of Zannahols and Sikinaon first, we still need five years."

Each will make a falling prediction, but on average, there were around five years.

When Novalf's mother declared her four-year prediction, she saw her son sitting next to her.

"… please answer soon. Grandma's waiting for you."

I was told with my eyes not to give only strange answers, but Novalf silenced it and put his thoughts together again.

All of a sudden, while we were talking about the Marquis of Qualdenze, we're going to talk about the fall of the city of Oseloria, naturally the answer Crowne wants will not be a simple collision of forces or a reasonable prediction of war.

My mother starts pounding her body with her elbow and finally, he asks permission to speak. I was one of the last.

"As early as this fall"

The indoors only bothered a little against just what was expected during the year.

In response to that incredible statement, Novarf's mother blushed her face like fire whether she thought she had exposed her shame in front of Crowne or earlier generations, and strayed her gaze from the Marquis of Atelahan sitting in the front.

"Even though the shield is broken, I can't believe the Spierzeikes will fall during the year..."

"Impossible, so soon"

"That you don't take the Qualdenze family a little too far?

It was Crowne, also the questioner, who cut off the mixed words of mockery.

"Interesting. That's what Non thinks."

There's nothing here that can fool Crowne's predictions.

The relatives lay down their faces in shame for their far-fetched remarks, and, by contrast, Novarf's mother's face became joyful, staring at the Marquis of Atelahan as a little fool.

"Tell me why"

In response to the voice heard from behind, Novarv sets out the idea by staring at the Marquis of Atelahan, who sits forward.

"There is no way that the contemporary Marquis of Qualdenze can miss his only chance to destroy the Spiazeikes"

The word, which aggregated the conclusions, turned Crowne's gaze into a sharp one, and the great hall was stuck with a tinge of air.

"Ho."

"Talk."

Crowne and the voices of previous generations echo in a space surrounded by silence.

"... it should have taken ten years as soon as possible for Castle Rishleaf to fall. This prediction isn't as difficult as it sounds."

Novarv was right, the Atelahan family, relatives, and knights had the same degree of anticipation.

As affirms his opinion, there are also a number of silent and overriding.

"As long as we can attack Castle Rishleef, the rest will be the flat earth where the Voystra plain continues, the serpents entering through the wound holes will devour endlessly the organs of Spierzeik. Depending on your strength, in five years it will never be difficult to reach the city of Oseloria in a complete system."

I guess I'd still expect five years...... where I heard such a whisper, Novalf went on once he separated words and breathed.

"But that's a prediction that only the Qualdenze and Spierzeik families see, and it's unrealistic"

"Go on."

"The Levios will not tolerate the annexation of the Spierzeik territory by the Qualdenze family. How long will the Quordenze family swallowed the Voystra plain keep pace with the kingdom, no, with the Levios family? That's what the Marquis of Qualdenze only knows."

As a Levios family, we want to avoid becoming a powerful aristocrat whose family Qualdenze absorbed the Spierzeik territory and popped its head one.

Even though the kingdom aristocracy has a strong idea of independence, and if it is not to fit with the Levios family, some small and medium-sized aristocrats may leave the kingdom collectively with the Qualdenze family as allies.

"Until now, the Levios have supported the invasion of the Qualdenze family for the reason that the power of the Empire shreds"

To date, the Levios had accepted the claims of the Qualdenze side and admitted that there was justice there, although they had not ostensibly sent reinforcements or otherwise to the war between the Qualdenze and the Špiazzeik families.

The Cuordenze family scratched the empire's internal affairs so screwed up by developing diplomacy against Spierzeik because they decided it was in the interest of the Levios kingdom and hence the Levios family.

"It is against righteousness to abruptly shift this policy to stop it. For this reason, the Levios family needed to change their position and behavior slightly....... I heard that the Qualdenze family began building a base last year that would serve as a base for the Castle Rishleaf offensive. Naturally, the Levios family should have that information. If you look forward to falling ten years from now, it's a good time to start hitting the fabric."

We can't suddenly tell him to stop the invasion, which is why he needs to change his attitude a little bit. Novarf insists strongly.

"I support the claims of the Qualdenze family. This is a great battle. '

'You're doing well. This fast forward would also place less strain on the people'

'If the battle prolongs, the army will also be exhausted. I don't know if you want to take care of it, but you might want to pay attention only to the outbreak of the Warcraft. "

"How many years has it been since the war began? Good judgment on the continuation of the war, but I'm a little worried about the impossibility in terms of governance '

'Shouldn't it be time to put it to hand? If we are to reconcile in good terms, we, the Levios, will act as mediators responsibly'

'It's good to do territorial expansion, but can you really rule? When a mature warcraft occurs, it's not just the Qualdenze family's problem. "

"We have a duty as protectors to protect the earth and protect our people. Wouldn't it be dishonest to continue the war like this'

Novalf gave a brief example of how the Levios family is going to put pressure on them and let them talk.

Connect the story from the exhaustion of territory and armies due to prolonged combat to the noble duty of earth escort, and ultimately take it to a form of condemnation of the Quordenze family, which seeks to continue the war of aggression.

This is only one example of Novarff's thought, but it was a really effective claim in that it was difficult to argue: in as many as ten years, it would also be possible to change attitudes with natural flows.

"If we seem to intervene forcefully without going through a phase to the detriment of the Qualdenze family, this time the kingdom will shake with discord. Even though yesterday the Levios family has been discredited by civil unrest with the Warcraft Elsinia and Mirendorva families. You should want to avoid a total confrontation with the Qualdenze family at this time. Worst of all, a strong alliance between Qualdenze Zeldomitra could be the beginning of the fall of the kingdom."

The Quordenze family is relatively close to the Zeldomitra family, the grand aristocrat of the southern part of the kingdom, and if their interests coincide, they will sometimes join hands together to break away from the kingdom.

Naturally, then there is a good chance that the small and medium-sized aristocrats belonging to each faction will also follow and leave the kingdom. That is, the disintegration of the Kingdom of Levios.

Seeing when Novalf's words have stopped, previous generations throw questions.

"At what stage do we think the Levios family was a belly stopping the Qualdenze family. Answer me."

"The fall of Castle Rishleaf, I thought that was the hand hit"

It was also apparent from the immediate answers that Novalf understood the issue well.

"The Quordenze family cannot be distracted as long as the Spiazeik family remains present with the Voystra plain, and we have to keep pace with the kingdom. If relations with the kingdom deteriorate, the Spierzeikes will be in the dark just here. Meanwhile, the Schpierzeik family, gripped by the castle of Lyshleef, is in a state where fangs are pressed against the neck muscles and cannot move satisfactorily. The most suitable condition for gluing the central part of the continent can be described as a harmony after the control of Castle Rishleaf."

Novarf's answer seemed to satisfy the previous generations and Crowne enough.

Crowne's voice becomes just a little higher.

"Yes, that's what the contemporary Quordenze did. Oh, I know. You would have been angry, saying that with Levios' alliance you can fight Voystra, but that alliance can't strike to the end for it. Whatever it is, then, there is no way to break through it. As long as there's a shield on the Rishleaf. There's no way to do that either. If you're using Levios to fight Voystra, it makes sense to be imprisoned by temper."

Castle Rishleaf can be dropped. But I can't drop it all at once. And if you take the time, the Levios will move into a truce.

Simple force alone can't clean things up. After much difficulty in unifying the Atelahan region, Crowne was experiencing it with his own hands, and he had a good understanding of the Levios family's thinking.

"As the Grand Lady said, the Marquis of Qualdenze did not have the help to move on to the Rishleef"

"Then the shield is broken."

"Yes, in a way that no one would have expected, the Lychreef Castle offense, which would have taken more than a decade, was over in less than half a month"

Soon, everyone was listening to Novarv.

"The Marquis of Qualdenze is already in motion... no, it can't be immobile. The Spierzeik family by plotting to strand the kingdom and empire...... I am a strategist who built the diplomatic isolation of the old Voystra faction, it is good to assume that other houses, including ours, have already lagged behind. I don't think we can interfere so safely where the Levios family has moved from now on. Relax, you will escape the hands of interference so that the snake can dance your body. If it's about a year or two, you should be able to deal with it no matter"

He speaks of his own anticipation that the social world that opens in the spring in Wang Du will develop into an unprecedented diplomatic battle.

"Only now can we defeat the Spierzeik family by slipping through the interference of other houses. What should be accomplished for this is first and foremost the control of the city of Oseloria, no matter what. If we hold this back, then there will be no more impact, no matter what the intervention of the other house is."

If the city of Otheloria, which is also home to the demands of the Voystra plains, falls, there will no longer be any resurgence buds in the Spierzeik family.

Prestige falls completely to the ground, and the aristocrats under his command may not send reinforcements as far as the Spierzeik family is concerned. Then what starts there is a one-sided game, the task of just crushing it with a horizontal sumo.

Novarv affirmed that the end of the line of the Spiazeik family, which lost the city of Otheloria, is the same as its prey, which is wrapped around a snake and awaits death.

"It's not too early to say that the Otheloria City offense will begin this fall. Conversely, the longer it takes, the more outside interference makes invasion more difficult. If the Marquis of Qualdenze is serious about destroying the Špiazzeik family, it will move with the Othelian invasion first"

It is a sure path to drop some important cities located on the Voystra plains and isolate the city of Otheloria before attacking them. But given the uncertainty surrounding the trends in other houses, that does not lead to the definitive path of the destruction of the Spierzeik family.

When Novarv ran out, Crowne slapped his hands only twice as satisfied.

I can see it.

That was the best assessment given by Crowne.

Novalf's mother loosens her cheeks with garlic and stares proudly at her son.

Marquis Atelahan opened his mouth in a slight panic, having been deprived of the lead role in the story by Novarv.

"Well, then, we need to think about future policies, too. Again, it would be against Qualdenze to think. We sent Narbassin to the messengers to get information faster than the Levios and Mirendorva families, and we have to take advantage of this."

So it seems that they have been drawn back to reality, and the family and kin begin to argue thoughtfully.

Novarf's story was unexpected to his family and kin.

There are many short-sighted people who can only see about their own territory by obtaining things like nobility and knighthood. At best it would be to the extent of being aware of other houses adjacent to the territory.

The majority of the humans gathered in the Great Hall were stunned by the fact that the Qualdenze army dropped Castle Rishleef. But that in no way stems from predicting future continental conditions and waves of aristocratic diplomacy. I was just wary of the emergence of an individual, a man of superior martial arts, with the power to just break down a giant wall called Castle Rishleef.

It can also be said that there has been a marked difference between those who consider an individual as a unit of nobility and those who can consider a group as a unit of nobility.

And in the Athellahan family, I could say that most of them were the former, including the Marquis of Athellahan. It was unexpected for previous generations that Novarv, the bifurcated muscle, was the latter.

"By the way, is anyone familiar with that rumor Lord Qualdenze Wilk?

"I hear you've only been out in front of the nobility of the Qualdenze faction, a man who hasn't even been named a successor"

"Considering Lord Galphis' grandson, isn't he quite a samurai?

"Is it true the rumor that you took a single hit at the Spierzeik family man? It's hard to believe."

"Isn't Lord Wilk the boy who just gave him his first line? Civilians should listen to each other in half."

The Marquis of Atelahan turns his attention to Narbasin in order to respond to the questions of his relatives.

The relatives, who saw the silent and overarching Narbassin, stopped chatting in the name of argument and concentrated their gaze.

"What rumors have you heard?"

In response to Narbassin's question, Novarv's mother responds on behalf of the relatives.

"The rumors I'm hearing were exaggerated. Rumor has it Lord Wilk was coming to New Year's Eve at Castle Newnelly when the Spierzeik counter-attack operation broke out..."

You'd say you heard the same rumor, some snort. Novalf's mother spoke as she did about the rumors she was hearing.

Hearing a surprise attack on the city of Nambonan, Wilk said he persuaded his father Marquis Qualdenze, reluctant to reinforce his troops, by playing a passage from Princess Gori's play before him.

Wilk, who was allowed reinforcements, led a super small elite unit made only of knights and martial officers, and subordinate soldiers to rapidly travel to the city of Nambonan, staging surprise raids on the flanks of the Spierzeik army, where he was attacking the city, one after the other, against the famous knights and martial officers.

And you will strike a single horse with Spiazeik Velett, the general of the Spiazeik Army Separate Task Force, or destroy this instantly. To help his grandfather Galphis, he once again led the army to launch an attack on Castle Rishleaf, which he said dropped beautifully.

As I said, Novalf's mother is starting to feel ridiculous. Although how many civilians exaggerated funny and strange, this is too much of a fabrication.

"... you want to hear a few more realistic stories. Have you heard anything from Lord Galphis?

Other family members seemed to have similar sentiments, giving them a look they didn't believe in.

When Narbassin breathes heavily, he opens his mouth like he's ready.

"Unfortunately, we were unable to reach a meeting with Lord Wilke"

In order to ensure the reconnaissance of the Castle of Rishleef, the emissary's name was to "celebrate the Qualdenze family, who attacked the Castle of Rishleef, and General Galphis, the general generals of the invasion".

Noble men who have not been nominated for the next term are private, so to speak, and cannot be forced to fit in. It is all the more so if it is also the Grand Aristocrat Qualdenze family.

"But there are two things for sure."

Narbassin is a temperament man who does not speak much of the vague facts.

If he is certain of that, it can also be said to be information worth believing. The expression of the relatives turned into something serious.

"One. We have confirmed the body of Lord Spiazeik Verrett, the next nominee of the Spiazeik family."

The feeling of waking up spreads into the great hall.

The fact that the Lord ancestor is dead has been revealed, naturally.

"Is that for sure?

"I was wondering if there was a mistake."

On his way to Lychreef Castle, Narbassin was to stay overnight in the city of Nambonan.

At that time, a civil servant of the Qualdenze family gave him permission to identify the body.

If you are also the next head of the Spierzeik family, you will also receive information about the color of their hair and eyes. We can discern to some extent even if we've never actually met.

The color of the hair, the color of the eyes, the time of the year, and the corpse meat of the Lord's ancestors. The information obtained from the body showed various things that it was Spierzeik Vellet.

Narbasin briefly explained how he judged and proceeded to the next with the relatives still in confusion intact.

"Two. We have confirmed the knights discussed in the Battle of the City of Nambonan. Frankly, it's devastation."

Knight Zannahols, Knight Deonona...... and Narbasin will give the knight his name.

In the beginning, relatives were wondering if they were merely listing and describing the knights serving the Spierzeik family, but soon realise that was reciting the knights/martial officers discussed.

In contrast to the hard to finish readings, they had moved their necks to the left and right to see how they reacted to each other.

There were rumours that several Knights of the Spierzeik family had been debated, but it was unclear as to the specific name. Again, I'm surprised there are so many bigger men than I expected.

"I never thought they'd even discussed the knight Zannahols..."

"The head knight of the Spierzeik family, no way"

"This is, indeed... devastation, right..."

To the dismayed relatives, Narbasin secretly hears from citizens in the city of Nambonan, adding that he has confirmed the fact that there was actually a battle going on in the city of Nambonan, as well as the bodies of knights and martial officers.

"I would add that many citizens testify that Lord Wilk rushed to the city of Nambonan in distress and defeated the enemy forces at once. We have no certainty as to how he moved the army, but rumors of an ambush may be close to the truth."

I guess you don't want to imitate talking about uncertain information, Narbassin closed his words there.

This honest attitude tells us that he recognizes the death of Verrett and the annihilation of the knight as truth.

"Did you ever wonder anything else? I want you to tell me what you actually felt when you visited Qualdenze territory."

Then Narbassin showed a slightly hesitant trick. He seemed worried about whether to say it or not.

When the Marquis Atelahan sees Narbassin, he tells him with his eyes to speak. Exactly. I have to answer if my lord asks me, he opened his mouth heavily.

"Speaking of which I was curious... is it the body of Lord Verrett"

"Body?"

Narbassin continues, responding to the Hammer of the Marquis of Atelahan.

"There was no damage other than a flash of spear that would have taken my life, and it was a really beautiful one"

Verrett's body in the coffin seemed as if she were asleep, except that her neck and torso were separated, Narbasin says.

Many of their bodies cannot be seen in battle between their ancestors because of the fierce magical attacks that they intend to kill. Beautiful bodies are relatively rare.

Of course, they rarely have to be intact with the winning side, and are often sequelae due to the magical remnants infiltrated.

The relatives would have thought that to some extent Wilk had also suffered a hand wound after hearing of the Lord's ancestral duel. But that was denied by Narbassin's testimony.

"You mean buried away in one blow!

"How extravagant..."

"That's Lord Galphis' grandson, isn't it? I wonder if it's a rough temperament."

Novarv cared about another part of his family noting that he had broken it in one blow.

He asks Narbassin to shake off the unpopular creeps.

"Beautiful body... that's a little hard to believe. Narbassin, is that at the behest of Lord Wilk?

"Yes, that's what we hear from the civilian in Qualdenze. Lord Wilke ordered me directly."

Novarf's mother hisses her son in the ear.

"Nova, I wonder what's wrong. Sure, it may be hard to believe a 12-year-old boy decides to fight in one blow or something..."

The age of Wilk and the age of Verrett were already known information.

But the twelve-year-old and nineteen-year-old lord ancestors are like fighting a boy with a shotgun and a young man with a machine gun, if you say so on Earth, not according to his presence, but intact and unable to defeat him. Well, you can hit as many hands as you want in a situation where you've been defeated by knights.

"No, sir."

But that's not where Novalf was concerned. What bothered him was his behavior after the discussion.

"The Spiazeik family is an enemy to the Qualdenze family. Why don't you do anything while discussing the next principals"

Having heard Novalf's questions, it seems that his relatives have noticed as well. One voice of doubt after another.

"Sure, that's weird"

"Hmmm... if you want to knock it down, if you want to turn it into a black grill, you can do it."

"If we're right about Narbassin, we even bothered to get him a coffin, didn't we?

Cremation is considered good on the Elo continent, and the best burial is to burn it down with firepower that will ash it to the bone. Conversely, burning and carburizing halfway through is seen as the greatest blasphemy against the dead.

If you defeat the enemy's next lord in a duel and get the body, it is the greatest chance to humiliate the enemy family at the same time as it is a martial arts martial arts for you.

If you are a boy nobleman who tends to prefer to be brave, broil and carburize the body to the extent you know it's an ex-human and decorate it at the entrance of your home city. If you are a boy imagined from rumors that you will storm an enemy army, destroy a knight, and come to a single strike, you will undoubtedly carry it out.

"... Lord Galphis says Lord Wilk doesn't like the act of mobbing those bodies"

"Is that a matter of likes or dislikes?

"It's silly to have to abandon martial arts because of it"

"I wonder if the Marquis of Qualdenze has said anything. The honor your son has earned..."

I guess it's because I only heard rumors of positive elements regarding the existence of a virus, and I just get eyes here on the slightly seemingly negative elements.

Seeing relatives inflate their negative elements like little civilian daughters and start evaluating them similarly in the pubic cavity, Novalf feels a little sorry.

For him, Qualdenze Wilk's behavior appeared more creepy than foolish.

"Ugh, maybe Lord Wilk doesn't have a very good relationship with his father, the Marquis of Qualdenze?

Mother's words pop into Novalf's ear, who was wondering who the creepy man was.

In response, it was the Marquis of Atelahan.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you saying that the Marquis of Qualdenze hates the Spierzeik family a lot for murdering his real brother? Isn't it a rebellion against the father that Lord Wilk is politely treating the body of Lord Verrett until he abandons his martial arts? It's common for young kids to make those boring assumptions, isn't it?

"... there won't be any such thing, but isn't that just scarce for a reason?

"Of course, that's not all."

Novalf's mother stands up on the spot and continues to reveal herself.

"Rumor has it Lord Wilk, who received reports of a sudden attack on the city of Nambonan in the city of Newnelly, pressed the Marquis of Qualdenze to appear, didn't he? He said he used the words of his grandmother, Lord Cassia, to arouse the Marquis of Qualdenze."

So Couscous and she laughed.

"As many of you know, Lord Cassia once limited himself to the contemporaries of being flirted with by the Voystra royal family. Hehe, don't you think they look a lot like each other? Didn't Lord Wilk break the Lord flirting with the invasion of the Spierzeik family as an unreliable Lord and imitate him as a hero, his grandmother?

Oh, and the relatives roar.

Because what she said was through a certain amount of muscle and it coded perfectly for the image initially portrayed as a bloody militant boy nobleman.

"… then it is fully conceivable that there will be a difference between the present and the next generation in the future policy against Spierzeik"

"You can't treat a man with a big shield without hindrance, Marquis Qualdenze might have a hard time."

"Well, well, well! It's a sad thing to argue with a parent and a child."

"It may take to disrupt the invasion of Spierzeik territory. Wouldn't it be better to attempt contact with Lord Wilke once?

I guess you thought there was some breakthrough with the Wilk statue returning to the rough boy aristocracy again, the relatives all at once.

Crowne, who was peeking at them from beyond his crouched eyelid, leaked words as the tiger roared his throat.

"Don't be shy."

The voice was small and thin enough to be easily overheard.

But the relatives who were on the spot pressed silently as if they had been gripped in the heart, and they were about to look back at Crowne unexpectedly.

Those who feel heavy pressure on their backs and sweat cold are never in the minority.

"Uluru is now entangled in snakes"

Everyone, including the Marquis of Atelahan, looked like a child scolded by his parents, and everyone waited for the continuation of the word of Crowne.

"Will the Athellahans be swayed by buoyancy?"

Exactly what they said so far, everyone figured out what Crowne wanted to say. To be blamed for the stupidity of imagining the other person with just rumors and changing tactics at all costs.

Crowne's eyes closed again when he showed a flinching reflection on Crowne's words.

"Slowly… little by little, contemporary Quordenze is entangled. We are Athellahan. You have to stand still and immovable."

No one can argue, just take a sermon.

Crowne uttered "earth escort" and home training in a heavy tone to embarrass the impossible child.

"... To confront a snake, you have to identify it. My mother is a kiki. And not necessarily the same snake that comes from it."

Keep quiet, everyone thinks what "kikori" means and sees the Marquis of Atelahan.

Marquis Atelahan, under pressure from his relatives' gaze, squeezed out his voice.

"By kikikomori, do you mean kikomori snakes?

There are vipers in the Atelahan region called "Kikori".

The tree climbs well and is often entangled in tree branches because of its habit of snatching and eating eggs from bird's nests. And when people are waving their axes to get the lumber, the vibrations make them fall apart.

The poison of a kikori snake is actually not that strong. It depends on where you get bit, but it doesn't end as often as death.

But civilians are very afraid of this snake. That's because the poison brings intolerable severe pain to ordinary people. So much so that there is talk that the bitten arm was cut off with an axe to escape the pain.

The reason why this viper has become known as a kikikirikosnake is various theories, but both the theory of "because if you're doing a woody job, it falls off" and the theory of "because your arms are cut off with an axe" are considered legends.

Crowne likened Cassia to a kikikirikosnake.

"That's what snake-daughter was like. A serpent who boasts of the horrors of poison and drives his enemies to self-destruction."

"You think the Marquis of Qualdenze is different?

Crowne doesn't answer family questions. I guess we want to tell ourselves to think about it.

Novalf organizes with his head the information he has collected so far and imagines the Marquis of Qualdenze, whom he has never met. What came up in the back of my brain was such a snake, not poison, but a long torso wrapped around it that I would tighten up my prey and kill it.

Each seems to be circling their thoughts, and the Great Hall is surrounded by silence.

said the Marquis of Atelahan in the air that was going to suffocate.

"Future policy towards the Qualdenze family, but I don't think it should work cheaply now"

Marquis Atelahan did not want to make a radical policy shift because he well understood that he had no diplomatic power of his own. I can also say that it was the best time to propose that the status quo be maintained, as Crowne had just told me to set it up.

And it was still Novalf's mother who disputed this.

"So maintaining the status quo, isn't that helpless? I think we should take this opportunity to think carefully about our relationship with the Qualdenze family."

As in tune with it, another relative continues.

"And as it is, the Qualdenze family swallows the land of Spierzeik, right? It's better to import more food, and if you have a famine like five years ago, you have to rely on the Levios family again"

Atelahan territory never produces more food because of its low arable land area.

It is not so poor that the inhabitants suffer from hunger, but it is not uncommon for the sun to just get a little worse and become close to famine.

On the other hand, stone materials that can be harvested in the Atelahan region are considered the finest of its time and have a very high brand value. As a result, there was room in the finances, and food was often imported from other houses rich in food production, including the Levios family.

Most recently, five years ago, a massive famine broke out in the Atelahan region, and the inhabitants had just suffered from it. And in doing so, he was able to deal with it by importing food from the Levios family.

"Well, as it stands, if you can get reinforcements, you can't say no. Novarv, you've had a hard time because of the Levios family, too."

Another family member of the bifurcated muscle also turns his gaze to Novarf, and Novarf's mother is in tune.

"Yeah, yeah. At all, I never thought that the Levios family faults would have to put my child on the battlefield for it. Our beliefs are the protection of the earth… I can't believe they are contested between kingdom aristocrats"

You were heartbroken, too.

About a year ago, the Atelahan family received a request for reinforcements from the Levios family. Because the Mirendorva army, with Princess Orcian as general general, began a massive invasion of Levios territory across the Great River.

It had nothing to do with the Atelahans, such as the conflict between the nobles, but it was difficult to say no to this. Because I owed the Levios family assistance during the Great Famine.

The Marquis of Atelahan did not want to get personnel out of a reduced main house, even though it was the disaster of the warcraft El Senior. This is because of concerns about physical impairment caused by magic remnants in the battle between nobles.

So the bowl came around was Novalf, a bifurcated muscle.

"I was so anxious then that I couldn't help it. I wish the Big Lady hadn't accompanied me... my hands would still tremble."

This mother was as angry as a blaze at the fact that she had made her son a reinforcement on her own. You can no longer know whether that was to think of your son, or whether you were angry with your sister, who wields extraction as the head of the main household.

I thought Ayaya would develop into a civil unrest between the Atelahan main house and the branch, and the anger would converge in an unexpected way. Crowne declared to be Novarff's deputy.

Novalf's mother probably considered it a great opportunity to sell her son into Crowne, which, after that proclamation, became interestingly cooperative with reinforcements.

"Mother..."

To the obvious rubbing against the Marquis of Atelahan, Novarv has become in the mood to hold his head.

"Mother, I rather think I've had a good experience. That is not the case, such as seeing the Big Lady's command in person with this eye. So that story is no longer..."

Trying to shut my mother up somehow was a bad hand.

"Ugh, maybe Nova's right indeed. There are no such people as those who could learn first-hand to direct the Big Lady. I'm sure it will help you in the future."

Shit, it was already too late when Novalf thought it was.

Novarv is currently the only young nobleman to have seen Crowne's command in person, including the Atelahan main house and the division.

Due to the strange illness of Warcraft El Senior, the book child has left only one princess and everyone is sick and dead. His mother thought it would be a great advantage to have a branched male nobleman who knew Crowne's command here.

"Reinforcements have resulted in spreading our martial name, but we should think carefully about the future. We are not under the Levios family."

"I don't really care, but your relationship with the Qualdenze family is important."

"Well, I wouldn't trust a sidekicking snake."

There is little interaction between the Atelahan and Qualdenze families. That had to do with Qualdenze Cascia's behaviour.

The impression of Quoldenze Cassia, who has solemnly turned his sideline relatives, is very poor in the Atelahan family, where the division has so much power.

According to the Atelahan family, Cassia's actions may not be due to a fire across the shore.

But his life, martyred in battle with the mature warcraft that appeared in the city of Evermill, is the most honorable of all as the patron nobles of the earth. With the earth guardian as a home training, there was something that touched the harp line of the Atherahan family, which was followed by the female principals.

For that reason, I can't completely dislike Cassia's impression, even if it's bad, what a delicate position it was in.

Shouldn't the relationship with the Qualdenze family have been brought closer than it is now, or I felt that the Marquis Atelahan had only slightly lightened his shoulders to the point that such an opinion had come out of the bifurcated muscle.

But there was, of course, the thought of her sister.

You wanted to connect the story here, Novalf's mother answered with a garlic cheek up.

Speaking of which, Lord Wilke doesn't have a fiancée yet.

The look on the face of the Marquis Atelahan is cloudy.

"Marriage is the surest way to bring home and home closer than it used to be. It could be one of those choices, given our future with the Qualdenze family."

Seeing the Marquis of Atelahan during the fury, Novalf's mother realized that this was the upper limit.

From my sister's point of view, there is no making assumptions about the capacity of my sister's anger.

"Hehe, what I did hastened my conclusion a little. The Athellahan family is up to you. Oh ho ho ho..."

I can't tell you straight here to let the princess be your daughter-in-law. Novalf's mother also had that degree of common sense.

But those who are here are aware of its sincerity. "I have sent my son to war in another house for the land of Athellahan, so send the princess to another house for the land of Athellahan," he says.

The Atelahan family continues to have female principals, but that is by no means an absolute rule.

Crowne, the de facto first contemporary, only saw purely strength and chose a successor, as a result of which a woman was chosen. That is, it is not an impossible story for a male prince to stand as long as it is accompanied by strength.

Whom can the situation on the continent shake tremendously and be heard if the strong Lord asks? That must be a young platter, and Novalf, who is also acclaimed by Crowne. That's what Novalf's mother thinks.

"... yeah, you're right. It is I, the Athellahan family, who shall decide. Not you."

You must have been angry at me, my anger seeped into the voice of the Marquis of Athellahan.

Novalf's mother also reaches the extreme of anger at that word that shoots through the centre of the complex. It is no longer a dispute between the main house branches, it is only a conflict between unfriendly sisters.

Where the worst had happened to the knights' brains, the previous generations slapped their desks.

"Dismissed"

With that word without saying yes or no, that day's assessment was to be terminated.

Returning to the kinship hall reserved for the city of Zareazelia, Novarv went out to the garden with a wave of sword in his hand.

"Ha!"

One of his ways of relieving stress was to continue waving his sword extensively without the use of physical strengthening magic.

To come all the way to the city of Zareazelia is a sisterly fight, and it's also a fight between my real mother and my aunt. He had a pointless overlap of hard work.

"Ha!"

The sword, wielded many times since childhood, lacked delicacy, however.

With a face like a stumbling upon a bitter bug, Novalf drops his gaze into his own palm.

"Don't be rough."

Novarf looks back at the voice he has heard.

"Lady to the Big Lady. And... the princess."

Crowne, earlier generations, and the last princess left in the Atelahan family main house, Atelahan Karmia, stood there.

When Novarf holds his sword in his sheath, he kneels down to show his gratitude.

"Nova, stop calling me a princess. My mother and my aunt are not here."

In the wake of Carmia's words, Novalf turns his gaze to Crowne and earlier generations, but the two had eyes of no particular interest.

When he calls him "Cal" in a small voice, Carmia smiles with her eyes closed.

"I heard that my marriage was the subject of today's evaluation. What does your aunt have in mind as well, such as dowry in the Qualdenze family? If you send a lord like me, you'll be rude to him."

"... Cal, that's not so vile"

"It's not inferior, it's true"

Carmia doesn't get humbled, she just responds pale. There was a reason for her to call herself "Lord Ancestor".

The progenitor was born with a tough flesh, strong enough to remain alive until he starved to death, even if his upper and lower body were amputated.

But that doesn't always mean being born in a healthy body. Carmia was a completely blind progenitor, born with visual impairment. Considering that the majority heal with healing magic, it can be described as a very rare being.

If you are the progenitor of exercising mighty magic, using magic, even without vision, has little effect on real life. Yet it was the values of the El continent that were perceived as inferior in that they were still blind and were quoted as low.

A Lord ancestor is a symbol of strength, and there must be no flaws there... the majority of those who think so.

Nor was Carmia present at the venue of the assessment opened today.

"Things aren't just what you see with your eyes. Carmia, you're blind. You're probably using your head to look at things. It's the power you need most to protect your home."

Crowne agreed with the words of the previous generations and saw Novarv.

"Let's just say that the only people in Athellahan right now are those who can only capture things with their eyes. That's not all anyone can see but their own standing place. Tied to the earth to be protected is not even a conversation..."

That was more a word of regret than a word of scolding.

Crowne is the mother of Atherahan, so to speak. You must feel it's not anyone's fault but your own fault that only such a thoughtless child could be raised.

Earlier generations saw Novarf with an interesting gaze.

"Carmia has taken care of us, naturally, but Novalf, I was amazed at the breadth of her horizons. It was really brilliant what we talked about earlier in the evaluation."

A compliment from earlier generations, he receives by making himself smaller.

"Again, is it Wang Du?

Novarf expects that the question of the previous generations is "where did you get that thinking power," and speaks the answer without returning the question.

"Yes, I am studying abroad in Wangdu"

Levios, the king's capital, has an educational institution that gathers the sons of the kingdom aristocrats.

It is now closed due to confusion caused by the warcraft El Senior, but Novarv had several years of experience staying in the Wang capital because he had passed before the closure.

Having met numerous nobles and seen their involvement, he was able to acquire a way of thinking that was not locally tied.

"I see, I know because I have experience too. When you live in another realm, you see things you didn't see."

Earlier generations, when I was a child, I stayed in Levios territory. He was traveling to the Levios as a hostage because of his real mother Crowne, who was desperate to protect the Atelahan family, which he had just launched.

At this time, the previous generations learned from the first King Levios, and sometimes his brother, the first Duke of Mirendorva, the nobility and the nobility of the house.

It was above all that she was able to relate to many nobles under the protection of the Levios family when she was younger and spread the word, although some of her talents are the best in the Atelahan family's noble diplomacy.

"... because of that, Nova has been chosen as reinforcement"

There was a little resentment, Carmia says, in a tone.

One of the reasons why Novarv was chosen to request reinforcements from the Levios family was the idea that he would be easier to move than the others because of his experience staying in Levios territory.

Karmia was opposed to sending Novarv to reinforcements, but the Marquis of Atelahan, who receives daily malice from something and his real sister, did not change that decision.

"Hey, Nova, are you sure your body's okay? I feel like your magic is still shaking."

Carmia's white hand touches Novarv's thick arm.

She was very sensitive to magic, either because she was blind.

And for that, they even know the invisible magic wounds that Novalf was hiding.

"The wounds of that time."

To Crowne's words, Novarf nods.

"Yes, much less often, but arms can be paralyzed as I recall occasionally this way"

Novarv shows his right arm as thick as Marutai so that it looks like the three of us.

I don't know by the naked eye, but only Carmia did. It feels very fine heterogeneous magic, magic residue, which is not Novarff's.

"Only they confronted me directly. Let me ask you, fight Mirendorva Orcian."

"Yes.... the first collision with the Mirendorva army was a long way from the Great River"

Novarv proceeded to Levios territory as general generals of reinforcements to be sent out of the Atelahan family.

Already the Mirendorva army has crossed the Great River and invaded Levios territory. It is the objective of the operation to destroy this and to screw up the momentum of the invasion.

Bowl with the Mirendorva Army. The Novarv and Levios armies went into battle immediately.

Both armies repeated clashes over and over, but basically the Levios side prevailed.

The fact that the Levios army, which has a local interest, was on his side, the skill of Novarv's soldiers and, above all, the fact that Novarv's deputy was accompanied by Atelahan Crowne, is a major factor. The fact that there was a great hero of the continent not only exalted Atelahan soldiers, but even the morale of Levios soldiers greatly, and on the contrary Mirendorva soldiers were left to fear.

The Mirendorva army, which was deeply cut into Levios territory, twisted and drained, and the front retreated until the Great River was visible.

It was precisely then that the incident took place.

"It was an incredibly powerful magic blow from Princess Orcian who came through on her own at that time"

I guess I was in a hurry, Princess Orcian started the assault alone, despite being the general.

Even if the Lord ancestors stormed, the army had a way of fighting the army, and it was supposed to be easy to seal it up as long as there were a number...

The magical power of Princess Orcian, freed just because this was true strength, was so powerful that it stunned Novarf and even Crowne.

To that magic that I had felt somewhere creepy since I stood on the battlefield, Novarf, for a moment, delayed judgment.

And at the next moment, Princess Orcian's wielded long sword crushed Novarf's war axe.

Orcian's second blow came down on the disfigured Novalf, but this was barely taken with another war axe.

Novalf, who can no longer withstand the impact of the attack, falls horseback and falls to the ground. Another blow aimed at the neck muscle jumping in there succeeded in preventing it with a treasure sword that was lowering to his waist.

And that's where the one-handed hit like a passageway ended.

Crowne attacked the troops that were left behind in Orcian. The soldier who has lost his guiding hand, the Orcian, is released from the physical strengthening magic, and cannot move satisfactorily in its recoil, scattering his life one after the other before the overwhelming attack of his progenitor Crowne.

Orcian said he was stunningly caught up in Crowne's provocation and pulled his hand from Novarff back to his own troops.

"... the first blow, the flash of the blade, was prevented, but not even the magic of intent to kill because he was alarmed. It's embarrassing."

That blow, which crushed the War Axe, resulted in serious magic exposure to Novarf's right arm and accumulated many magic remnants.

In the end, then the right arm is useless for about a week, and thus the arm can be paralyzed, as I recall even after time.

"Nova......"

Carmia leaked a voice that was about to cry out now, gripping Novarv's arm hard.

"My mother tells me that the extraction of the other one was quite brilliant afterwards. Well rebuilt."

After a single hit with Orcian, Novarv moved his soldiers while concealing his immovable right arm and continued his pursuit of the Mirendorva army.

As a result, the Mirendorva army succeeded in narrowing its range of forces, although it did not have to push back beyond the Great River.

"No, thanks to the Big Lady being at the deputy. Besides, Princess Orcian felt she had less experience leading the army, wondering if the stubborn measures had just gotten into shape well. I don't think the same hand will work next time."

Whereas the crystals of power with out-of-digit magic, the maneuvers Novalf took were simple.

"Oh, my mother tells me that, too. I hear you used formations when fighting mature warcraft."

"That was hilarious. Just the right thing for the Princess of Warcraft."

He saw his opponent not as a human, but as a violent mature warcraft and moved his army. And the operation was a success.

Without wielding that extra power satisfactorily, Orcian withdrew with his weakening army.

"Can't you command the army at all...... I guess, as you rumored, Princess Orcian is from the shadows. I'm also convinced that I suddenly adopted him."

"Um, if you're the daughter of a shadow family, you won't even lead the army, reason goes. My mother doesn't seem convinced."

For the most part, the aristocratic family has a presence known as the "Shadow Family". As its name suggests, there is no constant lurking in the shadows and appearing on the surface.

In aristocratic diplomacy, the number of families is very important. Because the number of aristocratic families, or lord ancestors, leads directly to military power. If we were to analogize in the army of the earth, we might be close to the idea of how many aircraft carriers that country has.

More or less, being accurately informed of the number of families in other houses can only be negative in most cases. They think it's easier to attack if it's less, or too much, because it can stir up rebellion.

So the nobles hide some blood families completely from other houses. While it is really an aristocratic family with twenty main ancestors, it depends on the temperament of the aristocratic family to what extent it will be open, such as keeping it on the table, but it can be said most of the time that the number of people actually called "family" does not match the actual number of blood families.

The presence of the Shadow Family is also an important element in preventing enemy aggression.

The ambushes of the Lord's ancestors come out of unexpected places, such as when invading enemy lands, from the aggressor's side, nothing but fear.

Most noblemen smell that they own a shadow family, and if they are easily attacked but have no room to turn soldiers, they may even build a museum like the one where the shadow family's nobles live. The enemy may be there, wary of the Shadow Family, and attacking.

"Mirendorva is foolish enough to shadow it."

Crowne and Novalf, who actually felt the magic of Orcian, outright deny the words of their predecessors and Carmia.

"I agree. Because you didn't intend to grow into a shadow because you have so much magic."

Generally, the Shadow Family's Lord ancestors are a little weak. Because of the cold-hearted position of being pushed into the role of shadow and not being treated like a family, we have to be vigilant about the insurgency.

I can only teach you how to use and train magic at a minimum, and if your enemies invade you, you don't need to teach them how to lead soldiers because knights move as substantial generals.

To the words of Crowne and Novarff, Carmia frowns.

"The Mirendorva family had a streak of defeats, so the shadows are also a valuable force of war. Naturally, that you weren't working out? I was wondering if it would be any stranger if I thought I was hiding it for ambush..."

Carmia's thoughts were muscular, and Novarf did not have the ingredients to just completely deny this.

Rumors in the aristocratic neighborhood that Orcians are from the Mirendorva family's shadow family are told half as true, also because there are parts that fit such reasoning.

"I can't help but get caught up in my origins. Remember, the opponent facing each other more than this is not the shadow, the Grand Duchess Princess Mirendorva Orcian"

Earlier generations exhale.

Only Carmia had noticed that the colour of fatigue appeared darker in that exhalation.

"... something that won't stay. Ersinia's disaster, the Orcians of Mirendorva, and this time the shield splitting of Quordenze"

Carmia turns behind the previous generations and touches his hand on its back.

"Was it Lord Qualdenze Wilk? I've heard your name from a businessman several times."

Novalf was just a little surprised to hear about the talked about human being from an unexpected person.

"Really?

"Yeah, he said the name had been known among the merchants for a long time before the shield split. Look, there's Newnelly silk, right? The pedestrian I'm talking about told me that it was Lord Wilk who made it. The merchant was from the city of Nambonan, so he could hear a lot about it, right? I don't know how far it's true..."

The name of Newnelly Silk was also known to Novalf, but he did not know that it was involved in its manufacture.

"Is Cal also buying Newnelly silk?

"No, I'm buying a book."

Carmia's hobby is reading. Because he is blind, he makes the servant read and enjoy the book.

Novarf found and sent several books of her choice when she stayed in Wangdu, so she knew about the hobby.

"It really darkens my impression of martial arts when I hear about shield breaking, but I thought Lord Wilk might be sensible. How did Nova feel?

Novalf was unable to answer the question immediately. I couldn't find a word on how to answer that.

He joins his words a little bit to the ambiguous feeling he was feeling himself, and slowly answers that question.

"From Lord Wilk… I get the impression of being cold and cunning"

When I hear the words, Crowne, previous generations, and Carmia agree.

"What I'm trying to say, I know. I also feel a little scared from Lord Wilk."

To the expression of fear, Novalf felt something that fell a little sincere.

He was feeling something creepy from a boy named Wilk who had heard rumors.

"Why would you think that?"

He answers Crowne, recalling the part where he felt creepy.

"A single knight and the annihilation of the knight. You can't combine these into a 12-year-old boy. It's abnormal."

Maybe I could organize my head by putting it into words, he could theorize and tell things much more than he thought himself.

"Moved by the passion and momentum characteristic of the boy, he came to a single knock and was lucky enough to discuss Lord Verrett... That's all I can convince you of."

Because of their strength, it is not uncommon for the Lord ancestors to storm out full of almightiness, especially when they are young, if they are boys.

Growing up to be such a nasty boy just because he's a jerk, his surroundings are going to struggle.

It is due to the mistake of the young boy nobleman to carry out the act of single-handedly hitting, etc., eighty-nine years later.

"But Lord Wilk is exterminating the knights and martial officers who were on the battlefield. This is not the power of the individual, but the power of the army is the part of what we call it. Say it depends on how well you can move those under your command. You can't do this to a boy who comes to a single hit with momentum."

Novarv affirmed that knights and martial officers under his command cannot work satisfactorily with a runaway young man in their possession.

"If we are to maximize the power of the army, it would be best for Lord Wilk himself to be thoroughly decorated by entrusting everything to the battlefield experienced knight Gatoren. But then there won't be a single hit."

There is no way that a knight would incorporate a single knight of the most dangerous aristocracy for setting up an operation.

If it's a nobleman who makes it a good idea to give a knight like that a round throw of battle in the first place, he'll say no even if he tells you to do it alone.

"I think it's good to see that sweeping away the enemy is under the command of Knight Gatoren. Meetings are also about talent, but experience is more important than that. Lord Wilk, who has just completed his first battle, has a heavy load."

There have been no particularly large-scale fights since we gave them their first line in the city of Nambonan last year. With this degree of information, Novalf also knows through pedestrians and so on.

In other words, it was clear that Qualdenze Wilk had little battlefield experience.

"The figure of Lord Wilk that you can see from there… it will be a person who, if seen as a good opportunity, has the courage to come to a single knock between the nobles, while at the same time having the weight to understand what is missing from himself and to accept the wisdom of the elders"

"I don't think you're a twelve-year-old."

"Very incredible...... but now that Narbassin has confirmed it, I have to believe it"

It should be seen that Nabassin, who actually visited and confirmed the territory of Qordenze, affirmed both, both single-handedly and knightly annihilated.

Novalf, speaking for himself, has once again become unconscious and creepy about its heterogeneous existence.

Then Novalf thinks.

"Lord Wilk is the same age as Princess Orcian, but he uses the military in a different way. Princess Orcian had too much personal power to spare the army. But Lord Wilk..."

"I use the military as a tool to ensure the killing of my enemies"

Novarf nods at the interrupted Crowne's words.

"Yes, I still think only the famous Quordenze family man understands well what an army is.... If you think about it, there may have been some confusion that you went on a single hit. If you don't have a reputation as a fightable nobleman, then there will be a difference in control."

Even in a clash between the Lord's ancestral armies, it is basically the knights who fight in the main. Physical impairment caused by magical remnants is above all terrible for a nobleman who has little connection to injury or illness.

For this reason, the presence of a courageous attacking nobleman is obnoxious to the enemy. We have to be constantly vigilant about the emergence of the Lord's ancestors, making it harder to march quickly and limiting the actions that can be taken as a result.

The presence of a nobleman who can step on the accelerator where ordinary nobility brakes is very large in the sense of Zone of Control. In fact, the Qualdenze family had an accelerator bump nobleman named Galphis, so the enemy side always needed to put the appearance of Galphis in a corner of their head, and they were just turning back against the bold actions of the Qualdenze army.

"I guess Lord Wilk is also strong in his personal power because he defeats an older nobleman... oh, speaking of which"

As I recall, Carmia says.

"When was last year, rumors broke that your man had defeated the mature warcraft that appeared in Qualdenze territory? If you think about it now, it might have been Lord Wilke."

"Oh, speaking of which, it's like my mother said something like that... You think it's an unreliable rumor that civilians exaggerated at will? What are you talking about?

"We're talking about knocking down a mature warcraft that showed up in Newnelly City overnight. I can't help but think my aunt is lying."

"... that's a lot of exaggeration. If it's a mature warcraft that shows up in Newnelly City, it's what happened in Newnelly Field, isn't it? I hear the size of Newnelly Field is huge. I don't think the El Senior class will be born, but it should still be a catastrophe of one hundred years in scale. Instead of spending a week overnight, you can't take them down."

Even though he felt something caught on his chest somewhere, Novalf pretended not to care.

"Probably, but even Newnelly Field just crusaded the warcraft that couldn't grow and popped up without being big enough. If immature warcraft occurs in a massive field, it should be strong enough that it is not strange for the Lord ancestors to go out to the scene, and it is a good subject that there is no more to teach the Son to crusade warcraft. Even if the Marquis of Qualdenze had sent Lord Wilk for the purpose of gaining experience, it is not so weird. It's not that dangerous if you're an immature warcraft... Most of all, all the vicious warcraft will seem like mature warcraft to the civilian population, because the nobleman will come to crusade."

Whether it was telling Carmia or herself, Novalf had lost track of it from the middle of nowhere.

He was so wary of the existence of Wilk that he could not understand himself.

"You seem to be very wary of Qualdenze. But as my mother said, you can't even hold a spear if you're caught in a snake."

But I don't know the reason for that alert, Novalf was in a deep hurry.

He turns his gaze to Crowne and previous generations, as he asks for help.

"Big lady, lady... Why do you think Lord Wilke treated Lord Verrett's body so politely?"

"I see. Is the root there?"

This is what Novalf has been concerned about since the time of his assessment.

Crowne had a verse that came to mind in his lost heart.

"I can think of a few reasons, but I can't be sure. But I can see why you're creeping out the kid from Qualdenze. I feel a difference in beliefs from the kid in Qualdenze. from the handling of bodies."

"Belief...?

"Dear Left, one is above all alert to those who have incomprehensible behavioral principles. A priest for a nobleman, a nobleman for a priest. Otsushi would have met many nobles in the king's capital. Therefore, he unconsciously tries to match them with the lad of Quordenze. As a result, you notice a slight difference there. I mean, here's what you're saying... he's similar to us, but not us, be vigilant..."

"My mother and I, Carmia, find the treatment of the body of Qualdenze Wilk odd, but that's all. I don't feel as creepy as that. But you better take care of those kinds of considerations. The world is more incalculable with reason. As it felt better, maybe the guy is a living being with completely different values from ours. That works in a completely different theory than this one predicts, so be vigilant... Mmm...!

At the next moment, when I wondered if the previous generations had held their mouths, I spit something out on the ground.

Thoughtfully spread red and black blood did not look like a healthy blood color no matter what.

"Lady!?

"Don't make a scene. Just out of strength, no big deal."

When he made sure that Carmia, who was turning around at some point, had healing magic applied to his predecessors, Novalf relieved his body of tension.

Earlier generations continued to spit blood reflexes on the ground, but it was blood left in the mouth, not new bleeding.

"I've only been remembering the sentiments here lately for those born into fragile flesh. It's abominable."

"Lady, the magic..."

The tough flesh of the Lord's ancestors is maintained by magic. In other words, without the magic that springs from the body, the flesh is no longer the same as that of its slave ancestors.

When the Lord's fathers grow old, a day without magic begins to occur from a certain point on. Instead of losing the output, it stops coming out at all.

The interval between no more magic will narrow slightly, and eventually no more magic whatsoever.

That is also the life expectancy as the progenitor, and soon afterwards the flesh will come to an end. I don't know if I'm going to die because my magic expires, or if my magic expires because it's my life expectancy.

"... as you can see, I haven't been around long. It will be close to the time when the winds of Athellahan will be ashes."

"Lady, please don't say that. I want to hear more about your wife..."

On the grounds that he was completely blind, Carmia grew up without being taken care of as much as the other brothers.

It was primarily the predecessors who looked after her, arguably the most important family to her.

"I'm not the only one, I'm not dying with my mother. Just follow in our old footsteps, and Athellahan will not fall far from the cliff."

That was not a bitterness, but a word of regret, towards Crowne and the current Athelahan family, which relied on previous generations.

The past, where not many children's education devote their hearts and minds to the great cause of the unification of the Atelahan region, can also be described as the only remainder of their hearts.

"Novalf."

I was stared at with a gruesome eye. Even though he has no magic power, he becomes a tightened thought.

"Quordenze will eat Spierzeike. Swallow the giant prey. The fat snake can't move for a while. But at dawn, when the Voystra plain is fleshed, the serpent may once again seek prey. What should be formed as the guardian of Athellahan? Answer me on the basis of faith."

Even as he looked into its blood-running eyes, Novalf was calm.

I am not asking you to look at the situation and predict it, but because you have decided to answer your beliefs as a clan that protects Athellahan.

And the answer was already in his chest.

"I will crush Qualdenze's ambitions"

To his predecessors, who stare silently, Novarv continues.

"The Qualdenze family's reign over the continent leads to the path of doom. Where he dominated the continent with a martial arts, Silfazazea, Silfazazel. The destination is corruption and power strife, and the devastation of the earth, just as the disturbances of the priests 200 years ago caused turmoil on the continent."

He insists strongly that mistakes should not be repeated.

"An aristocrat rooted in land protects their respective localities and stops the integration of power by maintaining a coalition system of aristocrats. I believe that it is the way the first King Levios aspired to be in society that it is to be the patron nobility of the earth."

A narrative without any precipitation. Crowne, and earlier generations felt his faith there.

He sought to understand the essence of the nobility, to explore, to worry, to take into the flesh even the wisdom gained from the outside world without being bound by his homeland or custom, and to sublime it as his own thought.

"Is that... the answer?"

Novalf affirms silently.

Its eyes were full of confidence similar to the idealism of youth, and eventually arrogance, but earlier generations preferred it.

"Mother... I don't mind either. There is still a blue smell, but Carmia will support it."

"Of course."

Before the bewildering Novalf, Crowne stands.

"Become the adopted son of Noon."

Being adopted by Crowne means leaving the branch and becoming a person in the main house.

In a sudden situation, Novalf lost his word for a moment.

"Marrying Carmia, who plans to be seated in the next term, is all around her. It would be easier for your servants to move once they come to the main house and cut off their current relationship."

I guess he's talking about his mother, and Novalf came pinning right away.

Assuming you only married Carmia, your relationship with the branch seems to be in a lot of trouble to continue.

Adoption of Crowne would be easy to reject, even where the branch has said something.

"You'll see, the main house now needs a son-in-law. Of course, because Carmia is blind to this street, it is highly dangerous to invite others to choose from the division. Besides, Levios gave me a glimpse of Orcian, and it's politically meaningful to welcome him to the main house as my son-in-law."

What my predecessors said was more or less rational.

But Novalf felt the love of previous generations for Carmia from the ends of the word.

"Nova... after all, I am my wife, don't you like it?

"That's not true. But......"

For Novarv, Carmia was a respectable princess of the main house, as well as a woman to love.

But because of the magnitude of the matter, Novalf was in trouble about how to chew it, and it was difficult to react honestly.

"Non thinks.... No, it's not."

Crowne says to Novarph, who is common in dealing with Carmia.

"If all the rumors of Quordenze were true,"

Ignore him as he remains silent and Crowne continues.

"Listen to Voystra's ambush or persuade your father, cross the river with a few knights, ambush him to fight his enemies and win a noble duel. And drop the Rishleaf as it moves."

"If anyone else had said that I was overthinking... I would have cut it off, but my mother's reckoning is a good hit. Be good and be bad."

"If such a man is to prevail, Quordenze will not be transformed. Like a water serpent rising to your mountain and becoming a dragon."

The thought of what if sprouts in Novalf.

He swallowed the sawdust, but the sound felt surprisingly loud.

"Let the Kid of Quordenze come out to the King's Capital in Spring. If you are, you must identify yourself with your eyes. The position of the next master, Carmia's husband, is essential in order to take your meal."

"The Big Lady, too, goes to Wang capital in the spring?

"It is no coincidence that such detailed rumors are circulating. Come to the king's capital if you want to see my son... that's what Quordenze's contemporaries say in the dark. It is the business of snakes to use their people."

"But then it will be in the interest of the Qualdenze family..."

"As others have said, Quordenze would be more breathable if her mother went out to King's Capital.... That being said, missing this is more of a bad hand than that. It's better to know the size of Quordenze with my mother and Carmia later."

Neither the previous generations nor Crowne said any more, but that probably included worries.

The contemporary Marquis of Atelahan, vulnerable to aristocratic diplomacy, and Carmia, the next predominant with visual impairment and prone to insults, Novarf, who has lived in the branches so far and has absolutely no experience in diplomacy. I didn't think the three of them could survive Wang Du's socialization, which was expected to be volatile.

And thinking of the bodies of previous generations, those who can leave the territory will inevitably be squeezed by one Crowne.

Besides, if it's Crowne, who was famous all over the continent, it can also be a trump card in diplomatic warfare.

But there was another reason Crowne himself hadn't noticed.

Once living in a crowded world and crossing with a number of powerful people, she felt the times of fever on her skin again, making her mind dance unconsciously.

It was only the previous generations, alone, who had seen the former Crowne with its eyes, who were noticing the ups and downs of that emotion.

"We're done here. How about the answer. What should be accomplished as you, Atelahan Novalf"

In response to Crowne's question, Novalf answers just one word by holding Carmia's hand.

It was the Athellahan family training and the beliefs of the nobility.

"Land Protection"

A new breeze blows in Athellahan.