The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I had a rosé on the day it came and the day it came, and the maids on the mend, and as I kicked the scourge of the Spiazeik army, which sometimes comes, I noticed it was in March.

The accumulated libido seemed to have become a bottleneck for productivity gains, and since I began to hold them, the letter formations were processed all over the place.

It is the first good economy in a long time that testicles are fully operational and, moreover, consumed at the same time as production. I guess that economic goodness is spilling over all over the body, I've been doing very well here lately, both physically and mentally.

I'm just thankful to Rosé and the five maids.

The more I looked up to heaven from the rooftop of Castle Rishleaf, which I visited for a small break, the bluer the sky widened blindly.

The clear air I took in after taking a deep breath feels delicious.

"Nice weather."

Turning my body in the direction of the sun, which would have reached its peak earlier, I closed my eyes.

Feel the soothing air in the back of your lungs and the soft sunlight all over your face that contains only a few spring visits.

It is also because of the fullness of my life that I can feel sunny.

As he was wrapped in the breeze of the Rishleaf in the Christ statue pose of Korgobad, he heard a call from somewhere far away.

It's the sound of hundreds of human beings, not just one or two. When I slowly opened my eyelids, I explored the direction of my voice.

"... what's that?

Invite the escort who had refrained behind him and ask pointing to that group of far-sighted people.

Situated in the mountains, the surroundings of Lychreef Castle, in addition to its undulating terrain, are proliferated with deep forests, which make it impossible to visually capture the full extent of that group.

It was a story that could be solved as soon as it emitted detective magic, but it had an indescribable annoying odor against doing such an easy thing. To parable, it resembles what it feels like when a few clicks or a few characters of your computer are typed strangely carelessly and you're not willing to search for keywords.

The escort checked the tip of my index finger and immediately replied.

"He's a soldier in my army."

They say that one of those groups that was looking like a cut in the woods, at least not enemy troops. I guess the lack of any further answers means the escorts don't know who the squad of troop leaders is either. Detection magic at ancestral level doesn't seem to capture this distance.

After watching that bunch of movements for a while, they move to the open, spectacular, small, tall hills.

He seemed well trained and could see moving neatly as directed by the Force Leader.

"That's..."

One of the escorts opens his mouth. Apparently, the whole thing made it identifiable.

"... rear lights and numbonan soldiers,"

Words overlapped with a slightly frightened voice from another escort to follow that escort's remarks.

"Ha, again"

"Damn, what do you want to do by moving a soldier in a hoax"

"You must be floating because the young lady entrusted you with soldiers."

When I left the city of Nambonan to attack Castle Rishleef, I entrusted the prostitute, made up of Nambonan citizens, to the wandering son of the Gatoren family, Realight. That's because I highly valued his military technique, which was skillfully maneuvering prostitutes in urban defense warfare.

The captain of the unit left it at his disposal, as he also showed the lion's swift work in the ensuing Lychreef Castle offense and the Nambonan soldiers seemed to be familiar with the rear lights.

Although annexed to the territory of Qordenze and its standing is still being explored, the nominal ruler of the city of Nambonan is Qordenze Wilk. In other words, it is under the direct jurisdiction of the Qualdenze family.

Seen from a subordinate point of view, the Nambonan soldiers were the property of the main house, and it could be said that being entrusted with this was quite honorable for the martial officers.

From the mouth of the escorts, apparently they've been moving soldiers from time to time. I see. That makes sense and moves well.

"You seem to be encouraging enough."

I was just going to say what I thought, but somehow the escorts seemed to see it as a question and got back to me.

"Ha. They value civilian soldiers in the South, and they seem to be trial and error in trying to incorporate the idea into Nambonan soldiers"

"The idea of the southern continent."

Until a few years ago, Rear Light wandered the free urban group, the conflict zone, in the southern part of the continent. At that time, they were eating dinner as mercenaries, but I guess some of them are still martial officers and have learned a lot about the military aspects of the main business.

Upon entering the castle, Rishleef said from the rear light, "Do you want to train your soldiers a little?" When I received such a content advance, I gave permission without thinking about it, but I didn't think I had such an idea. Sometimes I was too busy processing letters vs. Spierzeike and having a depressed lust, so I couldn't afford to care less.

Rear Light looks like a martial artist in front of me as I've fixed it, but I know he's essentially a Chorix & Way brother, such as usually immersed in a whorehouse or seeing him playing in a tavern with civilians.

There are many parts of me that seem like unthinking assholes when I look only at rumors, such as suddenly running away from home and embarking on a continental wandering journey, but there may still be only Gatoren boys and the root part is unexpectedly solid.

"I see, that sounds interesting. … there's also an example letter, let's hear more about it once."

It would be nice to take a walk outside the castle to change your mood.

I turned my heel back and left the roof behind.

Rear lights and numbonan soldiers were waiting in open places in the woods.

He seemed to notice on the way that I was approaching and the squad was already in alignment.

When this one shows up, Rear Light, the troop leader, issues a decree. Then the Nambonan soldiers greeted me on one knee on the ground at the same time. It is a move that I feel a little bit inappropriate, but became quite similar given that the original is just a citizen.

I basically don't know how to show gratitude for something called a freshly conscripted civilian soldier, so I just have to lay low. The more veterans who have been conscripted many times and those who have been operating mercenaries for a long time, the more capable they will be of posturing like that.

"How is this done, young lady?"

"What, I just wanted to see this troop move nearby.... because some soldiers have never seen it."

Behind Troop Leader Lealight were several subordinate soldiers. This subservient soldier is a new face because all the prostitutes brought from the city of Nambonan were slave ancestors.

I knew about them because they had been reported in documents, but this was the first time I had actually seen them.

The rear light, which I perceive asking for an explanation, responds immediately.

"These people are mercenaries I found out when I was traveling in the south, all three of them from civilians, but I'm sure of their identities"

The three mercenaries who refrained behind him lifted only their necks and showed their faces here, and immediately lay down. It is the only self-PR they can do now that nobility has not allowed them to speak.

All I could see was a little, but I was still young, and all three seemed to be about the age of boys high school to college students.

Only the people who were eating dinner at the mercenary run seem to know how to fall over the nobility.

"Why did you even come to Rishleaf? What do you know about the southern part of the continent... is it a mercenary based around a group of free cities? If you're going to keep running mercenaries, I think you have more business opportunities."

I'm not blaming you for hiring anything else, I just purely wondered, but I felt the body of three mercenaries stiffened in the air. Touching the aristocratic scales is above all terrifying for those who descend.

Rearight, who understands that I am not angry, answers the question calmly at once.

"They couldn't find an employer with good terms. Because some mercenaries like them are difficult to deal with."

"Really?

My questions continue to be explained.

"An ancestral soldier who is not from a knight's family will never be trusted in the heart"

At the end of the day, a subordinate soldier that nobles trust is a subordinate soldier belonging to their own knight system, Lealight says.

A subordinate soldier from a civilian... a subordinate mercenary is, in extreme terms, a temporary relationship with only a gold connection. They say that the size of that aristocratic family and the vessels of the Lord depend on how much gold cleavage can tolerate the edge cleavage, the presence of such black-and-white uncertain people.

If, like the Quordenze family, there are many conscripts from the Knights assigned evenly to every unit, it is easy to deal with even if the conscripted mercenaries do not do well. But where there are few submissive soldiers from the Knights, the submissive mercenary becomes a bug in the lion. If the war gets worse, he'll escape, and if he does poorly, he can think of it as responding internally to the enemy and biting him in the throat.

The conscripts are powerful, but if they misinterpret them, they can become swords of blades that hurt them.

As a result, the level of vigilance from the surrounding area must explode if suddenly many subordinate mercenaries begin to be encircled in areas with small, tiny forces like the Free City Group. "Doesn't the fact that we're collecting large numbers of unreliable subordinate mercenaries mean we're going to attack somewhere in the near future? Hiring all the time is expensive to maintain, and most importantly, it's dangerous." … I invite that kind of reckoning. Sometimes if you mistake the helm, the noblemen around you will put your hands together and slap you.

Basically, submissive mercenaries are something that temporarily increases the offense and defense of an army, and if you say it in a game, it's close to being a doping item that only increases its status during combat.

Listening to Rear Light talk about the southern part of the continent, I also find it difficult to handle the three subordinate soldiers. Even the three of us are powerful. Regardless of what the dong patch is actually starting to do, you might also be concerned about hiring new ones in the tingly areas that maintain critical equilibrium.

Besides, subordinate mercenaries are expensive, and if you hire three people together, labor costs aren't foolish. Because smaller aristocrats naturally have smaller wallets.

"So you came all the way here while there was a twat"

"Ha. He initially planned to go to the Zeldomitra family..."

"That's easy."

"But I heard rumors about Operation Serpent's Fang, and I changed my mind."

There is also a demand for mercenaries, as the territory of Zeldomitra is close to the southern part of the continent and is also active in the war of aggression against the group of free cities.

Besides, the Zeldomitra family is one of the greatest nobles in the Kingdom of Levios. It should be more likely to be hired because the vessel as a nobleman is also large. You can afford to hire just three pompous subordinate mercenaries.

To be honest, I feel like it would be more profitable to work in the Zeldomitra army where there are going to be a lot of looting opportunities. It was strange that just one rumor had brought us all the way to the far realm of Qualdenze. Would you also have liked to do a Rishleaf sightseeing?

"How do rumors relate to me?

"The captain who led the Nambonan soldiers and dropped Castle Rishleef seems to be spreading my name not less..."

Looks like the mercenary buddies I used to take care of are back in town... I heard rumors that they three subordinate mercenaries came all the way to Castle Rishleaf to take advantage of that connection.

Rearight knew their qualities well, so he couldn't resist talking to executive martial officers. the extremes of marginal recruitment, but no one blames it. It can surround a somewhat trustworthy subordinate mercenary because it is a plus for the military.

From them of the mercenaries, it would be easier for the Qualdenze army, which I know, to do their job than to belong to the Zeldomitra army, which I don't know right or left, and be sent to the battlefield.

"I see.... so now all three of them are your men, right? Well done."

Rearight is still young, even though he is from the Gatoren family, and he has wandered until a few years ago and has not had that many years of enrollment in the Qualdenze army. Nonetheless, it was a strange story to have as many as three subordinate mercenaries with labor costs. If it was meant to be, it should be assigned to another army of more proven martial arts officers.

"Ha. Does that say their hopes have passed......"

Rear lights that say things like things caught in the back teeth and mercenaries that move softly whenever they say something. When I saw it, I gave one of the mercenaries permission to speak.

Apparently, the nominated mercenary was surprised. He swept his neck to the left and right as if to look for someone. Then he followed, and then began to speak with great care so that there was no disrespect.

"We wanted to fight at my brother's... of. So pay less..."

To sum up his remarks, he made the request that you let me choose my unit because my salary can be reduced.

If this is Noah's subordinate mercenary, he will be suspected of espionage and refused, but once there was an ID guarantor named Rear Light, he said permission was given easily for it. The Human Resources representative must be Nico, as a likely subordinate soldier jumped in there at an affordable price.

My brother, brother, and I were admired so much that I decided to listen to the mercenary story.

The first to answer was the youngest of the three mercenaries, supposedly.

"My brother's strong, and he's smart."

It is a remark that seems a lot retarded.

But it was something that captured the essence.

It seems that they and Rearight met were aristocrats with a scale there within the group of free cities in the southern part of the continent.

Against the pretentious new mercenary Realight, they plunged into fights as they let seniors breeze, and were in brilliant return for things.

In cousins from the Knights and from civilians, almost 100 percent of the former are stronger.

Because the Knights have a perfect environment to build their magic from birth. This is the part where the difference in childhood magic training becomes clear. Conversely, a cousin from a knight's family who is also magical is better off doubting that he is from a knight's family.

Of course, the difference is not as absolute as between the ascendants and the enslaved ancestors. I'm from the Knights. If you want my cousin to be a Tosa fighting dog, is my cousin from the civilian population about a firewood dog? It's not a hopeless difference, but if we fight from the front, we see wins and losses.

That's how the Tosa fighting dog became the boss by defeating the herd of wooden dogs. He is like a boy comic book.

Incidentally, it is not the combat ability, but the didactic aspect, that makes the most pronounced difference between the knightly and civilian origins.

A boy born to a knight's cousin is like being promised to be a samurai officer in the executive class in the future. He has a number of knowledge that civilians cannot possess, such as reading and writing calculations, military knowledge, and courtesies. Even if you look at what you've done, it's obvious that you're from a good place.

Not so much, the rear lights are now entrusted with the force leader of the civilian soldiers. It is quite a thoughtful decision to entrust the soldiers to the remaining subordinate mercenaries to head the troops.

The southern part of the continent is sometimes in constant strife, and there may be many places where competent personnel actively recruit, even if they are submissive mercenaries. Of course I wouldn't be able to do it without some credibility.

When did the threesome become admired with their brother for the rear lights, which converse grandly with their employer, the nobility, and emerge with credibility.

When I finished listening, I turned my gaze to the star of the story.

"They seem to admire me a lot, but why didn't they bring me home when I got home? The Gatorens will have plenty of room to hire one or both of their cousins."

The Knights are knights and hold their own army. Most of them conscript and make up the inhabitants of the Cavalier Territory, but in some cavaliers who can afford finances and the sons of their cousins, they employ cousin mercenaries.

While the Gatoren are knights, they are much richer financially than the weaker aristocrats of the southern part of the continent. If you want to compare the Qualdenze family to Japan and the neighborhood of New Nellie to Tokyo, it's only natural that Gatoren territory is a position in Osaka Prefecture and Aichi Prefecture.

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I was all over myself."

"Or so it is."

It is a Gatoren family known for its strictness. It can't be that easy to forgive a rear light that popped up at will. In fact, he had been made cautious for some time after finishing his wandering life and returning to Gatoren territory.

Knight Gatoren didn't look very good even when I appointed the Nambonan soldier's squad leader as Rear Light after Ryshleef entered the castle. My grandson said he didn't have enough reflection yet... But there was actually no strong opposition from Knight Gatoren. As for my grandfather, I still want to harshly stir up my grandson, but I have to appreciate that he inspired the citizens to play urban defense as a samurai, I think there was such a grip.

"Well that's good. So, how's the Nambonan soldier? I want you to give me your opinion as head of the unit."

To that question, Realight answered without hesitation.

"He's an honest, morale, courageous good soldier"

The unspoken temptations echo from the Nambonan soldiers who keep themselves low and refrain. It's such an air of joy and at the same time relief that we are being praised.

"I pinched it in my little ear a little bit, but I hear you're trying to incorporate the idea of the southern continent. What kind of idea is that?

I don't think it's a limited story to the Qualdenze family, but the discretion of the subordinate martial arts officer who became the unit leader is enormous. If you're talking about completing it in your unit, you can do whatever you want.

I believe this is wisdom to make good use of the power of my ancestors.

The existence of a subordinate who can use the special power of magic is difficult to equalize abilities like slave ancestors, and there are few advantages to doing so. If you do that, the blood of your henchmen will only rot.

It is better to give freedom to those in power to be fully active in their thoughts, such rational thinking is at its root.

That's why it's never a bad thing for Rear Light to use the Nambonan soldiers entrusted by me to try and make mistakes.

In response to my question, he only worried a little before answering.

"In the South, we train civilian soldiers."

That was a really simple answer.

"... is that all?

"Ha."

It's too concise, but I want a more detailed explanation.

I'm purposefully introducing know-how elsewhere, and I wanted there to be surprises and rediscovering, in short, something glowing.

But the word "train a soldier" that Rearight explains really meant exactly what he meant by "train a soldier", such as training to improve his basic health or giving him the military knowledge he needed as a soldier.

"Right... just train the soldiers? Right..."

Introduce a revolutionary military system that sets the line with the traditional military system, creating a new breeze for the Qualdenze army! It is the birth of Nambonan Doctrine, a new fighting doctrine that begins with the initiative of Qualdenze Wilk! I exhaled with regret just expecting a few developments such as...

But that's natural, too. If it's an idea that I can just hear and find useful, the other senior martial officers must be considering introducing it at some point.

"Okay.... Nambonan's troops will often move under my direct command, just work out. If you need to report the cost, you should be able to twist it out quite a bit because you're in the middle of looking for a way to use the money."

The ransom I wound up from the Spierzeik family using the body of Spierzeik Verrett became mine in its entirety. Initially, I was going to put it in the vault of the Qualdenze family, but my father told me to use it as much as I wanted because this was of a nature that my martial arts had turned into gold and silver coins.

I have no trouble with money, but suddenly it's hard to figure out how to use it when I can come in with Dokan.

Investing in the Pioneering Order is one hand, but I was wondering if I could spend a lot of money in terms of the military now that I got an insider as the next principals.

As a former little citizen, I can't live as a pioneer as I spend everything on collecting my hobby books and artwork.... Well, I'm going to turn it around a little bit.

"Are you sure?

It was not the rear lights who answered that, but one of the guards who had refrained behind them. That voice color contains nuances such as not being very concerned.

"Fine or nothing, just working out, right? That's what other troops are doing. It's not enough to make a scene."

I answered lightly, but the escort said with a difficult face. This is my reaction when my perception is wrong.

"Allow propaganda"

"... Ha! What civilian soldiers need is training, not training. It is the latter that Rear Light is implementing, so please understand that there is no mistake."

"Mm... you did"

Back in the day, there was a general on the Elo continent who left behind the phrase that the strength of the army is determined by numbers.

When I heard this, I interpreted it as preaching the importance of troop numbers in warfare, which is fundamentally wrong perception.

What a difference between individual civilians is an error level in front of magic. If you want to make the army stronger, count it anyway... the essence of this word lies in the way it preaches how to treat beings called slave ancestors.

Neither Gatimuccio's civilians nor its frail, bodily civilians are the same "weak people" from nobility and knights.

This is almost a good idea when it comes to common sense in military officials on the Elo continent, and it is rooted in the Qualdenze army as well. I tend to think that hiring and numbering mercenaries with that money is more efficient than using money to train individual soldiers.

"I'm going to understand the difference between training and training..."

"Then be sure to spend the cost on training and hiring soldiers. Sometimes young men lead the troops."

Because it is based on that idea, it is essentially an El-O Continental war theory in which quantitative manoeuvres and man-made sea tactics are considered justices, but only the degree of sophistication of military and army units rather than individual units is valued there.

In the case of an army led by a subordinate ancestor, the civilian soldiers of the slave ancestor are forcefully improved in health by magic that strengthens their physical abilities.

For this reason, we have to learn how to move an unusual body. It is also important that you gain enough self-control to be able to listen to the orders of the squad, even in such a state of excitement, although being strengthened will boost your mood and make you high. And we also need to get used to ill health, which is the recoil when the physical strengthening magic is solved.

It is important to carry out several "training" exercises, such as exercising physical enhancement magic under the command of a subordinate martial officer to make a simple march.

In order to harness 100% of the power of his ancestors, it can also be said that the soldier required a degree of proficiency that could be used as a "tool".

"Civilian flesh is a terribly fragile and fragile thing. From a young lady's point of view, it may seem that there is no difference between our ancestors and slaves, but there is a historical difference there. It is the slave ancestors who disappear easily where the effort has been exerted."

The ruling class on the Elo continent doesn't expect much from civilians. That's because of the strong perception that slave ancestors die soon.

If you catch a cold, you get worse and die, if you get injured, you get purulent and you die, if you eat, you die around the meal, you get attacked by a carnivore and you die, you get bitten by a snake and you die, you die just a little poorly beaten. The Elo continent has little developed medical technology, so civilians die for really boring, crappy reasons.

From those who live with stubborn flesh, such as their ancestors and cousins, they already have a position like a beetle in a bug basket that says, "A civilian is dead as soon as you take your eyes off him."

"Civilians of honest temperament turn to soldiers. I think we should get used to physical enhancement quickly and experience it in action."

"Given the character of the Nambonan soldiers, it would be better to spend more on gear than to hire new mercenaries"

"What a civilian soldier needs is to develop a winning habit. Making people feel confident by experiencing victory, taking away their fear of battle, leads them to strength."

It's going to be a story on Earth in my last life, but I've heard that in order to grow a fighting resistant beetle, it's good to bring down weak opponents, not muscle tresses, to build confidence. Apparently, comparing civilians to beetles was not a misrepresentation, though.

I could understand the sweetness of this perception from the insistence of the guards.

He's more resistant to the idea of working out his slave ancestors than I thought. Their will that nothing unreasonable should be done was harder than imagined.

"We have heard that submissive soldiers are precious in the South where the fighting continues, isn't it the bitter flesh thread that is training the civilian soldiers?

"Imposing useless workouts builds up exhaustion and dissatisfaction"

"The main business of the people is agriculture. Remember, it's not spears and swords that should be shaken, it's spears and sickles."

If you want to make the army stronger, you can increase the number of soldiers. If you want to increase the number of soldiers, you can enrich the territory and wait for the civilians to reproduce. More civilians will increase the number of people who can be conscripted, as well as the tax revenues needed to hire mercenaries. Civilians die soon, so I can't help but work out.

What the strong can do to the strong, and the weak can do to the weak. There is a certain rationality in this world in these times, although it is a rampant notion that trumpetes what is called individuality.

The Elo Continentals have a pretty cynical idea in those places.

What they said was truly logical. As far as I can think of all this, there is no objection.

Stuck in words, I turn my gaze to the rear light. It is best to bump the opinion of the martial officer to the opinion of the martial officer.

"You know that very well, too, so why did you think about doing a workout?

"Numbonan soldiers are troops sometimes led directly by young people, so I was wondering if they should be tough in all respects.... Besides, the physical strengthening of a young man is unparalleled and powerful, the spirit of individual soldiers, of course. If the flesh is not trained, it can suck, become an abolitionist. As the responsibility of the martial officers who kept the soldiers of Quordenze, we cannot consume them for mischief."

That's what they said, reminded me of the battle in the city of Nambonan. The horse that kept getting my physical strengthening magic fell out of exhaustion after the battle, and then I couldn't even ride for a few days.

Physical enhancement magic can be a terrible recoil when the greater the enhancement, the more it breaks off. Even the subordinate martial officers who worked out their bodies seemed to suffer considerably after being fortified by me.

If a genuine strengthening is applied to civilians who are gentle in spirit and flesh, they are likely to suffer even cardiac paralysis the moment they are cut off. I'm so scared of what Rearight said about being an abandoned man.

But it didn't seem like this was what he really wanted to say.

For a moment, I thought I pointed my gaze at the guards behind me, and I looked at me with a strong willingness.

"... I apologize for your disrespect. We felt that the idea of the Qualdenze army was old and stagnant."

Before the escorts spoke, I silenced the back by showing the palm I pared.

The rear light, which saw how it was, goes on without stopping the words.

"We are always actively incorporating new systems, tactics, equipment and weapons in the South. Because the hard-headed aristocrats who cannot do so have fallen or perished.... I believe that they will blindly believe the words of an old general for over 200 years, that there will be no growth in military terms if only the number of soldiers seems to be gathered to their satisfaction, and, above all, that their thoughts will become narrower. I started training soldiers that I left with the young lady because I was afraid of those parts."

If you do that with a soldier deposited from your master, you will eventually pass it on to the upper management and be pissed off, "I'm giving you discretion, but stop doing things that are unreasonable to a good addition or subtraction".

You wouldn't be so stupid as to not know that, but continuing to work out means you have some purpose.

I will do what I think to stop the rear light story.

"... you mean you're raising the issue against the entire martial arts officer by daring to give a potentially repulsive trial?

Not far away, the upper levels would bite the rear lights, so I concluded that the purpose was there.

He said he felt the army needed to grow, but the martial officers on Qualdenze territory were not aware of the problem in the first place. So I think he dares to take it to the understandable form of the young VS upper management and is trying to attract interest from the young martial arts officers.

He's from the Gatoren family, so he'll have a wide range of voices, and he shouldn't be able to easily ignore them.

My predictions seemed to be shooting straight, and Rear Light turned out to be a little surprised.

"You were still raising your report to the young lady"

"Report? No, it's my first ear."

"Really? I borrowed wisdom from the room on in the city of Nambonan..."

Speaking of which, he was entrusted with a room-on whorehouse navigator.

Says that's what triggered them. It's their position that made them like friends. Maybe that's natural because he's a hole brother via a whore.

In response to the rear lights winding the tubes in the liquor store wanting to do something about the hardening of the Qualdenze army, Room-on said he was personally consulted. And Room-On seemed to have a lot of worries about working with the military at Room-On, and Rear Light said he was in on that consultation.

"Is that what you mean? So Room-on said it was important to make the military aware of the problem first."

"Ha. Unfortunately, the Nambonan squad has been noted by the martial arts officers for the fact that it is the direct unit of the young man. And the young lady..."

"What's up? Go on."

"Ha. From time to time the young man's thoughts........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Awareness of the civilian population in particular was felt to be close to the emerging nobility of the reformists who began to have power in the South. Even if you are a civilian, you can appreciate that if you have the ability, the room-on says so too. So it's up to you to think that if you train the civilian soldiers to achieve results, you can understand the young people."

I think they picked a huge word for it, but let's get through it.

Either way, what Rear Light is trying to do is, in short, "expect" from civilian soldiers. I am "anticipating" the work of the citizens, who recognize governance by the citizens of Nambonan, and I may have found a common denominator there.

"A reformist emerging nobleman? The southern part of the continent is a turbulent land."

"... fall to the ground, fall to the ground. Because it makes sense in the world."

"... I see"

With those words, I finally realized the true purpose of Rear Light.

I guess he has some thoughts that he would have seen a number of aristocrats doomed in the southern part of the continent. The rise of emerging aristocracy probably meant that some old aristocrats had perished because they hated change.

He is trying to show us the way so that I, the next Lord, will not follow such a nobleman. The world is wide and he says it's wrong to be trapped in boring habits.

Sooner or later, it could be accepted as an unscrupulous and arrogant idea, but the young man who is driven and acted upon by the beliefs that have sprung up in him was somehow what what what made him want to support.

"Surely, Qualdenze didn't hone his war technique after decades of fighting in a state as antagonistic as the southern part of the continent. Perhaps it is right as one view that the old military system will remain unchanged and unable to keep up with the times"

At a time of turmoil that began with St. Navenpos, the Qualdenze family had a major city, Newnelly, with a strong military, of course, as well as diplomatic, voice compared to the surrounding aristocrats.

It has an old record of pushing several aristocratic families to ruin by diplomacy and rape plots and unifying the land sandwiched by the Great River, now known as the Mainland, but basically winning the battle with a gorilla push of troop numbers.

Because it possesses a privileged city and benefits the population, if the number of soldiers is high, we can do something about it for now.

Even for the Spierzeik family, which controlled the Voystra plain, it is also significant that the current lord at the time was competent, but still possessed the major city of Otheloria, which can be said to be the driving force behind the leap.

Number is justice... No, the idea that only number is justice did not have the opportunity or need to be reviewed because of the success stories and rules of thumb for the Qualdenze and Spierzeik families.

"I find the idea of using the Spierzeik family to explore new forms of the Qualdenze army interesting"

Happy or unhappy, the Qualdenze family is at war, and we can have as many verification environments as we want.

"But young lady..."

"Just try"

I still said something. It was an escort who was doing so, but once I stopped talking, I spin the words again in a tone that I gave up a little.

"... Nambonan soldiers, if you are only a unit directly under the young lady, you may want to apply your workouts once. At that scale, your husband won't have anything to say about it."

"Mm-hmm? Is your sermon good enough already?

"I was wondering if I should try it once"

I think there's a line in the back that says you'd actually rather fail than explain it.

I don't know, does it feel like a parent watching their child never get hurt from away playing with it? You'll fail, but you'll learn something from it and feed it for the future, he said.

This one looks like a twelve-year-old boy, but I thought the contents were a good old man... but in the end, it's an indisputable fact that he was attracted to being able to create a special unit unlike any other. It may not be at all the same as a boy wanting a new toy.

Parent-child conversations like "I want that toy," "It's gonna break right over here," "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

... Well, it doesn't matter if it fails on a smaller scale. I'd like to try that if there's room for it.

I turn my gaze on the escort and then I turn back to the rear light.

"... right, right. Try whatever you want."

"Ha! We will do our best to meet your expectations"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it"

If I tell you this, someone in the escort will talk to the executive martial officer.

It's bad for the tense rear lights, but I think maybe this will mostly end up failing.

I hear that noblemen in the southern part of the continent have fewer submissive soldiers, and that the territory is devastating. The measure that Rear Light has learned would be compatible with such a small environment, and I do not think that all of it can be applied to Qualdenze as it is. Because on a large scale, there is a kind of efficiency that takes advantage of large scale. As the escorts put it, the policy of pushing it off in quantities anyway rather than doing improper and minor work in the resource-rich territory of Qordenze may turn out to be more efficient.

But that's not the point.

All I need to do is pick up the likely results from his trial and error and praise that challenging spirit.

It is the liver that eventually converges into vaguely blurred forms such as "projects with various discoveries" rather than "projects that ended in failure". That should make it easier for other martial arts officers and then me to give opinions without fear of failure.

Let this attempt succeed. Let it fail, and I think it is in the end most important to create an environment in which willing martial officers can actively make proposals.

The rear lights are from the Gatoren family, and I'm sure I've never felt much because I'm a cousin, but the slave ancestral martial officers often have low speech and narrow shoulders. It is in the best form for Qualdenze to set up a way in which he can contribute something to those martial officers as well, an environment that will be appreciated, and this should in the end be where he wants it too.

Most importantly, it can be harder said than done easily.

I am sadly familiar with the reality that results-based doctrine cannot be established without managerial positions capable of correctly assessing results, and that when only forms are introduced unplanned, the human end just becomes hard and painful to work with. Isn't the reincarnation knowledge of Japan the most living occasion?

As the escorts say, all you have to do is make it a little better as you learn by repeating your failures in the small places.

This is enough because I am not confident in myself enough to categorically deny the opposition around me and push for reform.

In the meantime, I will make this my goal: to create an environment in which I can speak without regard to my ancestral slave ancestors if I have a good idea.

"Let me ask you one last thing. Do you have any goals in applying your workouts? When it comes to referencing the southern part of the continent, isn't it all in the same system? I don't know how to stand talkin '. It's easy."

Since I am still a young martial officer, there may be parts of me that want more change than is necessary, but being so enthusiastic and moving means that I have a sense of crisis for the future of the Qualdenze army.

In other words, there will be an ideal military form in his head. Even in the light of the flow of the story, that should naturally be referring to the aristocracy of the southern part of the continent.

I guess he's putting the words together, Rear Light slowly opened his mouth after taking a breath.

"We have a form to aspire to. There are also small aristocrats, large aristocrats and a number of them in the South, but there are places that organise constantly employed soldiers, especially where they are economically powerful. It's like an engineer who specializes in combat."

"Ho..."

"High morale, good understanding of the orders and accurate movement. Compared to the average soldier, you can handle a little impotence because of your strength. From the leading side, it's very easy to use, and it's a force that can maximize body strengthening magic. Unlike engineers, it also doesn't mean fewer architectural personnel with specialized skills when lost. Because they make a living fighting."

I honestly thought that would be good.

Engineers are professional architects, carpenters, and submissive soldiers. If you die in battle, you can lose your architectural knowledge and skills.

I always thought it was a very inefficient system, but it's not a part of it that I've ever been able to handle because it has been. I don't think it has ever been reviewed because the system of engineers is closely related to the governing mechanism by nobility.

In the southern part of the continent, as a result of reviewing and reforming the very system called aristocracy, it will mean that we have settled into a new system called the Standing Army.

Knowing the Earth Age As far as I'm concerned, I don't consider it very natural and special to have a standing army, but conscription and mercenaries must be an innovative idea in the main El-O continent.

"High standards and stable civilian units are much tougher than we think. Skillfully manipulating the weapons of a complex mechanism, and also comprehensible elusive orders, that force was even able to hold back troops led by multiple subordinates for long periods of time. Even though the Force Leader was just a slave ancestor,"

I can hear the three mercenaries holding back behind me whispering.

"Do you mean the Orville family?

"Well, I guess so."

"We were nailed to perfection."

Rear lights, and the threesome noticed my gaze, hurriedly shut their mouths and turned their faces to the ground.

"... sounds like an impressive enemy."

"Ha. It's an embarrassing story.... I was then employed as a mercenary by a very powerful aristocrat in the South. And it was the Orville family that was hostile to this. This Orville family was originally an aristocrat with only a very small territory, but it was instantly enriched by its instruction that it replaced the Lord with an innovative idea. It is said that the current system of standing armies, which is widespread in the South, also began with this Orville family, if we correct the original."

I already knew what kind of aristocracy the Orville family is now, but I decided not to break the waist of the story.

"The battle against the Orville family, which continues to expand and become immense, has become inevitable, and we are to participate in an ambush operation under the command of our Lord. There were several fortifications on the invasion route, but not so much emphasis because it had been investigated that only the civilian soldiers of the slave ancestors were packing there. We've prepared subordinate mercenaries for all units to complete the operation."

The doping item is a great match, so it's a big battle.

"In conclusion, this operation has failed. My lord and lord ancestors succeeded in biting the enemy home, but the short-term showdown that some troops had planned because they had eaten the stoop did not take place and had to be withdrawn. As you may already know, what stopped you is a standing army unit caged in a fort. He wasted a great deal of time being alarmed that it was a fortress that could easily be dropped, insulting the troops of his ancestors."

Even from the conversation we just had, the three mercenaries behind us were in the troops on the side that ate the stoop.

If you lost the battle between your ancestors and your cousins, you will give up, but you will regret losing to the slave ancestors.

"Civilian soldiers belonging to the Orville family's standing army are strong, this has been known for a long time. And yet we watched them sweetly because we were slave ancestors somewhere."

In the wake of the failure, Rearight said he started his own research on the Orville family.

Sometimes, he said, he broke into Orville territory like a spy to explore why the Orville family had leaped.

Well, I guess that's how you drew a little bit of the form of the army that makes it ideal in yourself.

I saw the timing when the rear lights separated the words and concluded in an unexpected way.

"The target form is the Orville Army... No, should I say Rick Arga Army"

To the words, the rear lights caught my eye.

"That's young lady... did you know"

"What, I just heard from a traveler. I don't know the details."

The territory is small, and when it comes to famous products, it is about the salt fields where fine salt can be picked. After such a weak aristocrat had undergone a bold territorial overhaul inspired by the change of lord, he grew up until now he became head of the Lords' Union in the Rick Arga region.

Rick Arga United States.

It is the southernmost emerging country on the continent that has recently made a declaration of statehood here, and its allies are the Orville family that came out to talk about rear lights.

"Is the aristocracy you were hired to judge by the failure of that ambush operation around the Charoette family?

"... you're right"

"It's an interesting story. Let me tell you more when we get back to the city of Nambonan."

It is a very interesting thing about the situation in the southern part of the continent, but it would be annoying to talk for a long time with soldiers held back.

I pose to break the story.

"Ha. Be sure to speak up when you do"

I took out a letter that I had left in my place in response to Lealight, who replied in an atmosphere that I guess we are still ahead of us.

I say it out loud just a little bit so that it can be heard by the soldier who remains in a refrained position as he moves with a tingle at this point.

"I'll be back in the city of Nambonan in three days. I'm going to take the Nambonan soldiers with me. Get ready."

Ooh, the voices were raised by the soldiers.

The voice seeps the colour of joy. I think it's time the Nambonan soldiers missed the locality.

I take a step in the direction of the Nambonan soldiers and continue.

"As heroes who resolutely attacked the impenetrable Rishleef, they are said to be a major rumor. Let us triumph in dignity."

At the same time the soldiers' necks lifted and stared at this one.

The Nambonan soldiers fought on the front lines in the Lyshreef Castle offense and did a lot of credit. Such rumors are well spread in the city of Nambonan. Because I gave instructions to spread rumors in secret.

The fact that the city of Nambonan defied the Qualdenze family is still new to memory. In the meantime, the prostitutes who marched as representatives of the city were very active and able to contribute to the Qualdenze family, which they said is delightful given the city's future standing, and citizens are stroking their breasts down.

That's why they Nambonan soldiers are becoming city heroes where they don't know how to keep them.

"You should be proud of what you've done this time. Allow us to speak of the drop of the Rishleef together, to the generations of their grandchildren."

The soldiers made a fuss about my words.

Now they will have been tattooed by your nobility, and they will be able to brag about it without feeling comfortable with anyone.

Since the concept of nambonan soldiers as a standing army has become realistic thanks to the proposal of the rear lights, it is a preparation under it. I want to do everything I can to make up the Standing Army.

Nambonan Boy's coveted position, Nambonan Soldier...... With such honor, many more citizens will respond to recruitment, which will lead to the motivation of the troops.

"Will the young man be returned to the city of Nambonan?

In contrast to the joyful Nambonan soldiers, the rear lights ask with serious eyes.

"No, I'll be back in Newnelly after a few days in Nambonan"

"... will General Galphis be admitted here?

The letter that arrived in the morning set my schedule for the future, so I have not yet been notified to the martial officers on the scene.

Looks like my absence made me anxious to protect Rishleaf, his face was getting serious.

It was the escort who answered the question.

"The general is due in the castle the day after tomorrow."

To the rear light with an unconvincing face, the escort continues.

"Don't be so anxious. I do want the young lady to spend as much time as possible with the general in the field."

The Spierzeik family targeted where my grandfather was alone in the field, it is only natural as a martial officer that the two progenitors, who can fight for a while to avoid a resurgence of ambushes, want him outside.

Originally, I had planned to attend an upcoming Noble Exchange in Wang Du in the spring, but now that I had dropped Lychreef Castle, I thought I could be absent enough.

I'm in a state where I get insiders rather than insiders for the next term. I feel the thoughts of my father that I want to keep it in a position where I can be absent from Wang Du socialisation.

It is rude not to show your face to Wang Du Socialisation even though the next Lord has confirmed it, but if it is insignificant, it will end with a story inside the Quordenze family, so it will not be seen as so much of a problem.

It would be no mistake to see that it was my father's policy to take into account the trends of the Spierzeik family, the coordination of interests within the kingdom and the situation on the continent and, if possible, to take me to the king's capital.

In this situation, my father sent me a letter asking me to return to Newnelly in preparation for Wang Du socialization.

"For some time to come, the Spierzeikes will be unable to move. Never get a pinch operation like this in the meantime"

In other words, the problem is solved.