Leaving Newnelly City, seven days have passed.
Has the journey to Levios territory finally passed by half? Just thinking about it makes me think the journey is still going on, but this is just a story on the map, a simple distance issue.
On the schedule made by the civilians, they are to enter Levios territory the night after tomorrow.
I think this is true of any nobleman, but the slowest way forward when you go away in a carriage is right after you leave.
The El O continent today can be described as a moderate state of well-being with some calming down of the war. If it was a time of turmoil, a far-flung attack could have been the right one to join hands with the aristocracy of other regions who share their aspirations and to assault neighboring aristocrats for regional unity. But nowadays, the idea of far-water imminent fires that unite in the nobility of neighboring areas so that we can mutually assist each other in the event of something happening is becoming stronger.
That's why we don't just pass through neighborhood territory, we eat light meals, we make tea time and even one of the public stories. In order to confirm the friendship, it was imperative to deal with it when passing through the aristocratic territory of the Qualdenze faction.
As a result, every station stops immediately after departure.
And on the seventh day, he finally made it through the aristocratic realm of the Qualdenze.
We're basically done with just a light greeting from now on. Of course, you may take a break on the way or be invited to tea once in a while, but the time taken will be very little. Just a minimal relationship without possibility or impossibility.
Therefore, as for this one, it is thankfully compatible with fast driving.
The view from the carriage window also changes a lot faster than by yesterday. Most likely, it's a mood problem caused by the fact that the mountains are too far out of sight.
I saw the map I left on the mini table in the carriage.
The location is also known as the Keybolf Mountains, which make up Mount Elektion, the highest peak of the continent, and the valley of the Astorp Mountains, which stretch to the eastern part of the continent. The carriage is going up and down repeatedly from earlier.
Since there are many steep slopes for you, you can't even play cards side by side.
It was enough to read the books I brought when it came to what I could do now, or offend Eve in the brain sitting across the street.
The interior of the carriage for long-distance travel is relatively easy to spend due to the size of the camper. Even the space to frame Eve on board will be secured.
However, I don't even know where the eyes are. It is difficult to mess around all you want while traveling in other areas. I can't wait to arrive at the residence of the Quordenze family, which is available in the Wang capital.
The journey is on the seventh day, as is the life of abstinence. I'm dying of dreaming unexpectedly.
There's no reason to know about my misery like that, Eve talks to me with a swallowing face.
"Your husband. Look at that. Does it fit?
She put a wooden board for writing practice on the mini table and twirled it around and pointed it at me. There are written Japanese words woven with kanji and katakana.
"... well written. That's amazing."
I smiled and praised Eve.
"I did it."
Eve has been actively speaking to the King since he decided he could accompany him to the capital.
At first I thought I had come to sell my festivities for Rave purchases, but as far as my attitude on previous journeys was concerned, I didn't really feel the back. He simply seemed pleased that he had been given a chance to rescue his mother.
Besides, I haven't even rubbed Eve's tits for the last seven days.
The moment I touch my breasts, reason blows up, and I feel like I'm going to wave my hips with the momentum to destroy my bed, so much so that I'm rather avoiding body contact from me.
Chatter, play cards, and hang out with handwriting are healthy spaces for all ages in the carriage.
When it comes to what you're doing, is it about stroking your head?
Thus Eve's vigilance weakened day by day, and the time for conversation increased.
"It's hard to read the word go."
"It's a lot of pictures. But don't look at anything. It's a big deal if you can write this. The letters themselves seem to be readable enough."
Eve's main job is my pillow, but I have a copying job as a sub. As a result of the impoverishment of only the men of the great nobility, who had no body to let Eve play, which was expensive.
Eve is studying Japanese beside practicing her Elo writing. This involves the diary I spell every day.
Since there are no copiers or anything else on the Elo continent, the only way to increase the number of books is to write them down by hand. Of course, being the man of the Qualdenze family is easily convenient for one or two of the clerks who copy the diary. Normally.
The problem here is that my diary is written in Japanese.
Now I'm quite used to it, but as of a few years after my reincarnation, I didn't like it when other people read my diary, even though they were civil servants. So I started writing my diary in Japanese so that no one could read it.
It was a difficult advantage to replace anything that no one would ever read, but there was one major problem here.
It's hard to copy.
In this world where there is a continental common language called Ero, the task of writing down unknown languages does not exist. Even if it exists, it would be about some bigoted historian who specializes in the times of the times of the times.
Copies in the Elo continent are the task of reading letters, recognizing their contents, and clearing books. It is a task that is carried out on the assumption that the written letters can be read.
Naturally, there is no such thing as an Elo Continental who knows Japanese.
Once, I asked a civilian to write a diary, but in addition to the tremendous amount of time it took, I was finished with strange letters as to whether I had been distorted in my writing habits. Would it be an image like running a retranslation of the translation site in letters?
It took a lot of effort to complete a creepy copy of the phrase, the creepy string dancing.
Learning a language other than an ancient language is a meaningless act for the Elo Continentals.
Pushing such a job on promising future civilians as much as working for Newnelly Castle is painful, and I have a history of giving up taking diary backups.
"You're studying really well."
That's why I slapped Eve into the right Japanese.
Eve will open her crotch on my side for the rest of her life anyway, there won't be a problem with one or two more studies.
Making a list of Hiragana and Katakana, and washing out the kanji and Qing books used in the diary were a little cumbersome, but backup is important.
Whether it's a difference in technology, a problem with materials, or simply because of ecosystems, it's a lot harder to preserve books than I imagined in Japan in my last life. When you realize that a bug is eating paper, you have to copy it and save it at another location or throw it into a warehouse with full insect control.
Eve had completely memorized the characters and so on that were commonly used while writing her diary, so that she could also use them to spell another word.
Significant growth. I would be very happy if you turned this willingness to learn towards intercourse.
"We're on our way here now, aren't we? Is Wang Du after that?
Here, just because Eve points her index finger at a wooden board for character practice. Written "The Guardian City of Calahanasso" It is an ancient name for the city located in the western part of the territory of Levios.
"That's right. Wait a few days there, then you're in the king's capital. Is it about the end of April?"
The meeting point of the kingdom nobility of the Qualdenze faction is the city of Calahanasso. So we gather together, and we are going to take each other to Levios, the king's capital.
This is the result of the Levios family's consideration of not causing extra stiffness on the road. My father said that the Quordenze family and their companions would be glad to come to the King's Capital via Callahanaso. I'm sure we'll have less trouble ~... he was advised.
What this means is that it never fits on the road with a party of the Atelahan or Zeldomitra families.
They will also enter the King's Capital on another route.
"Guardian city...... Is this the same as the cities of Zareazelia and Ibrumas?
I answer Eve's question, even though I'm a little surprised, whether you remembered it while you were copying the diary, or whether you had heard the name because you were from the land of fog.
"Both used to be called guardian cities, so I guess for once they're from the city of Calahanasso"
A guardian city is a generic term for a military city created in anticipation of a warcraft in the age of priests.
It is a city planned for the main purpose of becoming a front-line base ready for a field of vice and a breakwater against mature warcraft coming from the land of fog. The city of Calahanasso falls under the former, while the cities of Zareazelia and Ibrumas fall under the latter category.
There are benign and malignant things in the field. Per you may call it a whale/detachment whale.
Simply put, a benign field is a field that can take some useful resources internally. Newnelly Field, for example, can be described as a benign field because rock salt can be harvested in large quantities and easily.
Conversely, what is only the source of warcraft without diminutive resources is a malignant field, hassle.
Often people do not gather near the field of vice. Because it's all about disadvantages.
But warcraft occurs regardless of human convenience or otherwise. As a result, with each passing year, there will be a twitching of dirt around the field, narrowing the human survival zone.
Still, it's still better if it's a small field like only immature warcraft appears. When this is also large enough for a mature warcraft to be born, abandoning it poses a great risk to the surrounding area.
In the time of the priesthood, the Zeth Holy High Council went on to build guardian cities throughout the continent.
Guardian cities are cities like the direct stores of the priesthood forces. As a result, there are many examples where people have gathered and developed greatly.
For example, there is the city of Zareazelia, which is currently home to the Atelahan family.
The city is clearly in a desperate position, with a foggy land stretching over the Workold River.
Shortly after the beginning of the priesthood, the guardian urbanization plan of the city of Zareazelia was lifted and a massive redevelopment was to be carried out.
Whether the person in charge of the project was competent or because of the enormous resources invested, the city of Zareazelia grew up on its right shoulder, exposed to the ravages of mature warcraft over and over again, and in later years it was certified as the most prosperous city on the coast of the River Worcold to rise to a major city.
"It's not as big as the city of Zareazelia, but the city of Calahanasso is also an old patron city, so it should be quite sizeable. Maybe it's bigger than any other city I've ever been to."
To be honest, none of the cities I stopped by since I left Qualdenze territory were a big deal.
Though guided to its home base to stop, its size does not extend to the cities of Nanbonan or Gatoren by any means. If I'm impressed, I think it's about Evermill City at best.
I had heard stories of cities on that level all the way to the city of Calahanasso from a civilian with experience in the Wang capital, but I was made to recognise that the Qualdenze family was a great nobleman.
"Which is bigger than Newnelly City?
"That's Newnelly, of course.... this question may be preached to anyone but me."
I'm not naming Newnelly. It's a question that the servants are going to cut me off from, like, fucking kids.
Eve imagined it, too, and shuddered slightly.
"I don't have a choice, I'll keep it to myself"
"Good for you."
The servants and maids are hitting hard against Eve because I turned my hand around. But not knowing such a backward circumstance, Eve honestly gave me a horrible look.
Eve turning a dusty smile is so adorable and makes me strongly aware of the word beautiful girl. The Elves only know Eve and Rave, but I wonder if this daughter is quite the upper hand among them, enough to feel so.
The clothes she's wearing today are what she looks like to a female civilian.
The combination of a white blouse like jacket and a thick chocolate-colored long skirt of fabric gives a clear impression. At the same time, she looked like a girl stretching out and imitating an adult woman's outfit, and there was a smile.
The black colour of the scarf, tied to wrap around the hair to hide the long ears, suits the honey-colored hair well.
"You look great in this today."
"... Oh, thank you"
And most importantly, I could tell from the top of my clothes how brilliant that chest was growing. I can't wait to see the dangerously angled milk specific to my young daughter, like Dawn and I protruded beside her.
But I don't rub it. If we're going to make a mommy here, the momentum will make the carriage giddy this time.
While I keep secretly grinding, Eve was a little confused in the light of being praised for her scarf.
I know. The fact that of today's outfit, only the scarf was coordinated by Eve herself.
I pretended I didn't know that, and I dared praise you there. How about that? I'm happy.
I don't think maybe any girl would be happy to be complimented on the fashionable part. The maid who spyed on me did a really good job.
"When we get to Wang Du, will you look at the clothes that fit this? Eve seems to be working hard from day to day and will need a reward"
I move my body a while back, reach out and stroke the top of her head.
And with great care, he mixed the emotions of favor with magic, emanating from his palm towards her.
"Ah."
That's really a trace amount, a release that even the escorts who refrain from immediately on the side can't feel.
Imagine concentrating on your penis and hooking up your piss with only a few drops of purple, and I fly the magic of favor.
Unlike the favor diffusion, which restricts the subject Rave uses, my magic diffusion is somewhat diffuse in nature.
That's why we need to squeeze the output to the limit in order not to find out around us.
But it's quite a crook to be emotional about this magic.
I am driven by the urge to bump more favors because one favor after another springs up deep in my mind as I mix favors in.
This place is exactly like pissing. Once you get it out, it's the humans that want to release it all, it's hard to squeeze it out just a little bit, and it's painful.
"Phew..."
Eve, under the magic of favor, closed her eyes silently and made a roaring voice.
I have only tried this favorable magic release once a day since I left Newnelly. You should give me a little nostalgia, so I started, but it worked better than I thought.
Eve the first day looked like a pigeon ate a bean cannon, but now this relaxing.
Incidentally, when I tried to point the same output at the maid of my ancestors, I got some subtle comments that I had difficulty deciding "I may not feel comfortable with it somehow".
Maybe I don't feel very comfortable because I don't have a culture of interacting emotions using magic, unlike Eve's people.
"......................................."
I just decided my emotions were going to storm if I continued any further, and I stopped releasing magic.
Eve's eyes, which were half-closed, open patchoulily and capture me.
So I made a deliberately illuminated face and turned to the side, showing the book as a way to break the story to my hand.
Why are you acting like this tundra is for Eve.
Unfortunately, Eve has yet to direct the magic of favor. I guess my distrust of me is still deeply ingrained.
I don't even have a position as Eve if I don't respond to what I said. But I want Eve's natural favor.
So I played "Adolescent Boy in the Light of Releasing Favors," and by turning to him, I let him break this interaction. It is important not to give them time to reply.
If I reply to your illuminated husband, I may be embarrassed that I'm going to steam back the story. But I might be rude if I don't respond. It is possible to freeze Eve's thoughts by giving him these two conflicting issues.
So if that freeze breaks through and the magic of favor flies out of Eve, that means there's likely been some change in her own mind.
I would like to continue this activity for a while and make follow-up observations.
I say it to her in a mean tone.
"... I wish I could see your mother in Wangdu"
Eve in the corner of my sight answered with a brighter smile.
"Yes."
Well, I can't see you.
That's how I spent the whole time in the carriage, when I plugged it in the afternoon.
The carriage stopped and stopped moving.
Aristocrats on the continent of El O. The devastation of civilian villages only beautifully maintains the road, even if it passes. That's all I hear, it sounds like a congressman of the Road Clan, but this is now the responsibility of the rulers fighting the Warcraft.
For this reason, there is not much for carriages to follow bad roads in the kind of streets that nobility passes through. Especially the main streets in our territory. There can't be noblemen or anything like that who grace this place because the roads that should also be the faces of such territories are treated as incompetent by all the humans who go on the road to say that they are worn out.
If I listened, I could also hear the hustle and bustle called Gayagaya from outside the carriage. There must be some kind of trouble.
I spoke to the escort who was interacting with the outside of the carriage from the small window.
"It seems to be noisy out there."
"Ha. Looks like the dragon showed up"
I was slightly uncomfortable with the expression that it didn't fly but appeared.
There are also flora and fauna on the Elo continent as seen on Earth, but there are also numerous things that have made it enormous, as well as fantastic creatures.
Dragons and the like are typical examples of this. In the central part of the continent, there are two main types of dragons.
"Are you even flying in a group of flying dragons from the Wang Du side?
A flying dragon is an animal close to a reptile with wings on a collarless elimaquito lizard.
There are many sizes ranging from tiny to crow sizes, and they look very dragon-like as long as they ignore their size.
Flying dragons are sometimes used as a substitute for scripture pigeons on the Elo continent. They fly faster than pigeons, and die less from eagles and other attacks along the way, but it's not as common as pigeons because it seems to take a lot of work to raise them.
If such a flying dragon flew in unison from the Wang capital side, the carriage would stop as well. Because something may have happened in Wang Du.
"No, it's not a flying dragon"
"So the grounddragon attacked you in a herd?
And the other is the ground dragon.
This is a dragon that comes to mind with the word Dinosaur or Jurassic, and many bodies are dumb. They range from geese sized ones to ones that grow about the size of silona gas whales.
They have huge wings, but to the extent that some ground dragons use them for gliding skies. Otherwise, they are said to be of little use, basically only for intimidation that they spread and show against their outer enemies.
Fantasy is mostly a dragon of strong character positions, but it's not that much of a threat in this El continent. At best it's recognition to the extent of a "big, ferocious carnivore".
In addition, the ground dragon is smart there and eats livestock as a priority over humans. Of course, it is not uncommon for humans to be attacked because it is only a priority, but it can nevertheless be described as a threat of a better kind.
From this group, made up of the elites of the Qualdenze Silopea, it would be a hundred ground dragons and so on, but it would be a thousand barbecues in no time. Would it fulfill and be so obsessive?
The escort turned to me and told me the answer.
"It's not a flying dragon or a ground dragon. A very rare dragon emerged... a giant dragon dancing high in heaven."
With that word, my drowsiness blew up all at once.
"Dancing heaven... is that a dragon? No way, you live besides Mumshredded?
Humans on the Elo continent find the distinction between animals to be a huge mess for them.
When I write in my diary, I describe it separately in Japanese, but most humans just call it "dragon."
"Big dragons," "little dragons," "walking dragons," and "flying dragons" are more or less enough. Of course, the name exists for each type, and many people call it proper, such as a civilian, but this escort seems to have been a big mess side person.
"Did you know, as the young lady said, it was the dragon of Mumshred who showed up? We haven't heard about living around here, so it seems to have flown in from your region."
The Mumshred region is home to dragons that are also different from flying dragons and ground dragons.
With its magnificent multiple wings and long mustaches, and long torso resembling a serpent, it freely flies around the great sky, also known as a dragon in a dragon.
I've only ever known its existence in a book, but from those descriptions I imagined the creature in the kanji of "dragon".
I wanted to see the real thing once, but I didn't expect to see a chance here. I found myself feeling elevated.
"Interesting. Is it okay if I go outside for a little while?
"Ha. We'll arrange it"
It felt like I was going to see a helicopter or an airship, and I got off the carriage.
"Is that the Mumshred dragon..."
"Are you from your mountain, that one?"
"How are you flying in the sky with that giant body?
As we were moving to a scenic spot, the civilians were all looking up at the sky uniformly to see the intruders.
I wasn't preparing for the dragon threat, I wasn't getting ready for battle, and the appearance was just that of a wild horse looking at something rare.
Compared to the martial officers who have an interception system in place just in shape, it seems like a lot of free time.
When they realized I existed, they rushed back to normal sales with a correct posture.
"… so we are temporarily waiting"
Civilian said he decided to set up an extraordinary break time because the dragon came out.
The presence of a dragon is unknown to humans outside the Mumshred region. He thought it would be best for him to rest a little and fly away somewhere in between rather than continue marching poorly and stimulating.
They just decided whether or not to let the magic and arrows go all over someone else's territory.
"Speaking of which, it seems that the princess of Silopea is also being watched by dragons. Over there."
Ahead of what the civilian instructed, we can see Silopea's escort.
Because of this, I walked up to her.
"Princess Plume's outside, too?
"I heard something unusual was flying. And Lord Wilk?
I must have heard there was a dragon and said, "I want to see it!" Or so I guess I jumped off the carriage. The line is princess, but I found it a little exciting to be inspired by curiosity.
She gives instructions to the escort just at her fingertips and keeps the people around her away.
This isn't indoors, it's outdoors.
But the surroundings were surrounded by deep woods and mountains, and there were parts where people would rather be private spaces and illusions due to their distance. And that seemed to be the same for Plume.
"... here, is it okay to get a little distracted?
"Wouldn't that be nice? They're in the carriage."
The two are referring to my father and Count Silopea.
Are the two parents not interested in dragons or not getting off the carriage?
"Yes..."
Standing right next to me, Plume said, pointing to a dragon swimming in heaven.
"That's a mumshred dragon, isn't it?... Wow, that's flying that big, huh?
"That's really big."
The dragon's appearance was silhouetted like connecting four jumbo jets vertically.
The eight giant wings swept into heaven as they glided at times, and feathered heavenly as they swept through the earth at times, as the carp climbing the waterfall.
It also appears that there is no such thing as a sign of gravity in its gigantic body, and even feels divine.
Although the size cannot be determined because there is no comparable object in the sky, it may be reasonable to first imagine the jumbo jet 4 coupling.
It's a really huge creature to think of it. It is a mature warcraft if you think only of simple lengths.
"Wow beautiful..."
I agree with Plume, who leaks his admiration.
It's a cliché, but it looks like you're swimming through a sea plain called the Blue Sky. There was something kind of exciting about giant creatures swimming around the sky at will.
The water snake legend and so on that we climbed Mount Elektion retroactively back down the Great River and changed from snake to dragon, I wondered if the people of the Great Old Age would have come up with this kind of dragon figure.
"Hey Will. You know what kind that is? Fire Dragon?"
Just as dinosaurs have tyrannosaurs and stegosaurs, so do dragons.
"... No, you don't know. I don't think it's just a firedragon."
"Um, does anyone understand? Can I call our guy for a minute?
Curiosity has apparently taken precedence in Plume, even though this is an occasion where you can enjoy the conversation between the two.
"Oh. There must have been a few of us familiar with Mumshredded, so I'll call them."
And I gave instructions to the escort, too, and I called people.
This time, on my way to Wang Du, I'm bringing in a few members of the Pioneering Order.
If it's true, I was going to leave them to the City of Newnelly to develop a wormroll product with dirt, but I decided to bring it to Wang Du for now because I didn't get the dirt because there was some mistake or it was dumped along the way.
But if you think about it, I'm supposed to be busy in Wangdu with all the socializing. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have a wangdu stroll for a man who is a limb.
Some of the members brought in had entered the Mamshred region in the past.
He's the agent I sent in to see how to raise silkworms.
Our employees came sooner than the people Plume called.
He looks up to heaven as if to double-check and slowly answers the question.
"That 's-- that's probably a congrats dragon. Some of the wings are chopped a thousand times... I thought I'd be sure first."
Strange because translating his statement as it is into Japanese makes it seem like a rather unfortunate dragon.
"What was your official name... It is a dragon that was used as a symbol in the dynasty that used to exist in the Mumshred region..."
So I finally had something to pin.
"Is that a Swiss dragon?
"Ah, yes. There it is. It's Swiss Dragon. Do you know that dragon you're looking at has eight big wings? Actually, it's a little ripped off and hard to understand, but there's actually a little wing at the tail that looks like a fish fin stretched out. Together, these make nine wings, but in Mumshred, the number nine is a good number to get along with, and I congratulate you. For this reason it is known as the dragon that informs the auspicious trillion."
When they said that and stared at me, I see that I did see something like a ripped off wing around my tail.
"Most dragons only have four or six big wings. When it comes to dragons with eight large wings, it's about a Swiss dragon. Conversely, other dragon species have many small wings, so a Swiss dragon with only one of them can be described as a pretty special dragon."
This well reasoned and explanatory employee is quite a man to work with.
Moreover, according to his standpoint, the story was that the chiseled wings might have been drawn to belligerent and ferocious dragons like fire dragons and fighting dragons.
Listening to a novel about the Swiss dragon, Prume, once again turned into an aristocratic maid, called out with a smile.
"To symbolize a dragon species is like the Great King of the Divine Dragon?
No, it's a princess! The employee fell down with the expression and looked at me with a sad look.
They're used to talking to me, but they've never talked to another nobleman. If it was also a woman's nobility, I would have had no idea how to respond.
Fortunately, Plume's question was something I could understand, so I decided to answer it instead.
"As Princess Plume recognizes, in the Mumshred Federation, dragons are traditionally used as symbols for flags. Just as the Great Dragon symbolized the Great Dragon, in the past there was the Great Dragon symbol of the Great Dragon."
Although Plume works hard to encourage her to study, she can't afford it as much as I, the reincarnator, can't afford to extend my hand to the area of her hobby.
Knowledge of the mamshred relationship is unnecessary to the nobility first and foremost, and it's a stranger level of talk to know. I cannot laugh at Plume's ignorance in this regard.
Even now is the age of aristocracy. There's really not much to know about land full of dirt that is further away than the Belmana region.
At best, Porcelain from Mumshredded is good-looking or the best in silk, to that extent.
If there is only knowledge, it is about the Divine Dragon Great that Plume has now spoken of.
Essentially, the founder of the dynasty, the first generation, born in the Mumshred region, is called in the name of its symbolic dragon.
As its name suggests, the Great Dragon King is the Great King who symbolized a dragon species called the Divine Dragon.
The Divine Dragon Great is famous because it is intertwined with the Zeth Holy High Council.
Since the early days, the Mamshred region had been geographically and culturally separated from the rest of the region.
Between the regions of Mamshred and Belmana, the very rugged mountain ranges were connected as if they were curtains, and it was very difficult to go beyond this because there were a large number of tough wildlife there.
As a result, there was no room to just move to other regions even when large forces were created in the Mamshred region.
It wasn't until the days of the Great Dragon that we grew into civilizations that we could go out to other regions.
The Divine Dragon Great was the first king to unite the Mumshred region.
Born with the power of a superman, a brave man, very rarely born to the Ajut tribe, the Divine Dragon Great once in a while calmed down the mumshreds, where numerous tribes hissed, finally achieving their first unity in history.
And without ending his ambition there, he went to the other side of the Grand Mountains, far east in the rich land of Vermana.
In addition to the warriors of the war who experienced the Mumshred unification war, it is the young king with the power of the brave who leads it straight away.
I'm sure everyone would have thought this eastbound operation would be a success. I don't know if it's the ancestors or the Zeths, but our king is going to bump you all out, and the abundant land of Belmana belongs to us...
And this battle was soon over.
Having accomplished the mountain crossing, the Mumshred army was devastated by the magical attack of the Holy Army with great damage. It's too soon to be over, not even named after how many fights.
All that remains in the history of the Elo continent is the name of the battle called "The Battle of Mumshred", which was subsequently issued by the Holy High Council.
He was the Great King of the Divine Dragon who fled back to Kyo with his other body, but the price was great.
Until then, the Mamshred region was a recognition of the land of the barbarians who fought ugly over the land that was filled with dirt. For that reason, as the Holy High Council, such "finished land" was through. More because there were as many regions as there were that wanted to strengthen their influence, such as the western and eastern continents.
But the invasion of the Divine Dragon King has revealed it. to the existence of a unified dynasty in the Mumshred region.
The basic stance of the Zeth Holy High Council is indirect domination.
Increasing influence over numerous tribal strawberries is a daunting task. But if the only king with overwhelming power exists, he alone will solve everything.
There is a great deal of retaliation, the power of the enemy army is greatly weakened, and the benefits are great when you win.
Thus the Zeth Holy High Council declared war on the "Battle of Mumshred", waging the Holy Army and beginning invasion of the Mumshred region at once.
For the Mumshredded Army, which in the first war was in a state of total destruction rather than half destruction, it's like there's no such thing as a benefit to the land.
Besides, the Mamshred army, which had no teeth whatsoever in terms of the number and quality of the general soldiers and, above all, was unfamiliar with the superordinary power of "magic" and did not carry one of the weapons to be countered, scattered all over the battlefield as dust and mustard.
A series of victories and dramatic marches led to the complete siege of the Great King of the Divine Dragon's standing Kyou just a month after the war began.
As a condition of surrender, the Holy High Council made Zeth the only religion in the Mamshred region and also demanded that all tribes be allowed to learn Elo.
Instead, he gave permission to the Great Dragon to rule the land as the Great King of the Mumshred region.
Until then, it was the Mamshred region, a certain distance from the rulers of the Belmana region, but at this time the ascent and descent were finally finalized.
Thus, the Great Dragon of God devoted himself to the Zeth Holy High Council in return for having his life saved.
Until then, all the diverse religions and unique cultures that existed in the Mumshred region were destroyed. Forced people to speak Ero, and anything that defied them was mercilessly killed.
Some tribes rebelled against this, took the sword and rose, but could not have fought against the Great Dragon of God, who had the power of a brave man. I gave in once during the war of unity. The power of the brave is strongest in Mumshred.
It is in this historical context that even the Eves of the minority living in the land of fog, almost all of the Elo continent, now speak Elo.
The Battle of Mamshred is a good example, and the Zeth Holy High Council has done more or less similar things over and over again. Throughout the priesthood, it is good to say that languages other than ancient languages have almost died out.
By the way, the Mumshred unified dynasty perished soon after the fall of the Divine Dragon Great.
It must have made the dynasty unstable to slaughter innocent people and impose heavy taxes and dawn on the establishment of the Holy High Church, the reign of the second generation of kings ended in just a few years.
I do not inherit the power of the brave. A powerless king cannot prevent rebellion.
Neither did the Zeth Holy High Council lend a hand to Gotagota in the Mumshred region, which it was trying to rely on in times of need. When the next great king came out, I would go to beat him up again, so it felt like the dynasty's request for rescue was ignored. It is one pathetic tale that will not be rewarded.
Thus again, the land of Mumshred returned to the age of the warring kingdoms of the multitude of tribes who continued to contend.
The impact of an oppressive policy by an overwhelming dictator for more than seventy years was enormous, and Mumshredd-specific cultures were mostly overwritten or fused to Zeth.
And there remained a trauma among the people of Mumshred that even a superman with a brave physique could not be a priest.
Later, when a new unified dynasty was born, and so on, he went from the Great King's side to the Sacred Capital to obtain permission to rule Mumshred.
All Great Kings since the Divine Dragon Great have obtained permission to govern from the Zeth Holy High Council.
That's why I naturally know the Battle of Mumshred if you're a nobleman who studies some of the history of the Elo continent. Along with that, I've heard the name of the Great Dragon.
"Lord Wilk was familiar with Mumshred."
"Yes, I'm learning by hobby"
"If you have any good books, could you please introduce them? I am also interested in the land."
I can't beat Will. Okay, that was a mean look.
I'll show my acceptance and tell him I'll take the book later. I had a good excuse to get into Plume's carriage.
"... but I wonder why dragon species are rare. They say they don't live anywhere but Mumshred, but if this is how you can fly freely through the sky, you can live wherever you want. Isn't it strange to see them in your mountains, as you can see in your gaga?
In the books I read, there was no particular statement that would solve those questions. All I know is the fact that dragons only live in Mumshred.
"That's what I've heard for a long time."
Neither did the agent with the mumshread seem to know any particular reason for this.
I was just wondering if the climate was affecting me, words flew from unexpected places.
"Dragon species are very faint but magical creatures, which makes them terribly timid against beings with powerful magic. Mumshreds don't have people with magic, so I think they can live in peace. I was wondering if it was more in line with the reality that I couldn't get out than I wouldn't get out."
It was, at some point, a civilian of the Silopea family who had come.
I guess he made a statement at Plume's direction, he immediately showed a refraining attitude, but I turned my gaze and asked him to continue talking.
"… I was previously involved in a dragon crusade as I visited Lake Hartinos Harbor. They say dragon species sometimes fly in from across Lake Meo there several times a year, and the Evenapis martial officers seemed used to hunting"
The city of Hartinos, also home to the Evenapis territory, faces Lake Meo. The second largest lake on the continent is very large, and the south also leads to the Mumshred region.
"Do dragon species have magic?
Basically, animals don't have magic.
"Yes, but that's a very trace one. Very few things compared to my ancestors, I hardly notice. It seems to be the driving force when flying, and if you pay close attention, you will see that magic works when it rises. Others say that in the battle between dragons, they spit flames out of their mouths, but that's also due to magic, and sometimes when the battle prolongs, both sides run out of magic and fall straight to the ground."
What an asshole creature.
When I hear stories like that, it makes me think that dragons are not sacred beings but just wildlife.
"Dragon meat is not as tasty as cattle and rabbits, but it seems to be popular with the citizens of the city of Hartinos because of the quantity alone. However, let me add that the meat itself is not good, but it was very delicious when it came to freshly dismantled livers."
Is it like an empty whale in the sense that capturing it makes a ton of meat?
"Do dragons eat in mumshreds?
Asking the fuzzy question, the agent shook his head all the time saying it was outrageous.
"There is no custom of eating this because dragons are well-connected creatures supposedly leading a great king. Because dragon species cannot be hunted by ordinary humans in the first place."
As overlapping it, says the civilian of Silopea.
"A dragon hunt can't be something that doesn't have magic. Even the arrows do not reach the heavenly high flying dragons for much, and if they do, they are bounced into sturdy scales with no momentum where they arrive. It's rather more dangerous when you're down on the ground, and it's been said that a strong claw blow can easily crush rocks, and wings can snap down big trees. He said even his cousins couldn't handle it alone, and even in Evenapis, he employed several cousin soldiers when hunting dragons. If the dragon you shot down has breath, you think it's decided to stab a stop by a few people? It is said that dragon breeds become surprisingly submissive when they give in to people's violence, but only fear against humans with magical powers. In the hunt for dragons, they say it's of the utmost importance to deal appropriately with a frenzied state."
Only a brave man in the Mumshred region can win a Tyman against a dragon.
"By the way, how do you defeat a dragon dancing so high? At this height, the magic of my ancestors cannot be reached. Enhanced bow or something?
"When I took the tour, your son in the Evenapis family, who was still alive at the time, was immediately losing his magic of intent to kill. The intimidation of the Lord's ancestors is so intense that the dragon faints in the sky and falls as-is and dies. If the altitude is low, you will survive halfway through it, so it will be the turn of the subordinate soldiers."
It should be noted that if it is subordinate-level magic, it is difficult to stun it with intimidation, rather it goes into frenzy and ravages it.
It seems that dragon hunting is fundamental to eventually fainting with the magical liberation of the Lord's ancestors after stirring and guiding them in the direction of progress, or with bows and arrows, etc.
I see, it is a method that cannot be done with mumshredding.
"That's what makes you want to shoot down and try fresh liver."
"Lord Wilk, I don't think it would be better if you didn't do too much noise in the garden of another house."
Plume tells me right away.
Of course it is a joke. I have the worst impression of spreading the intent to kill in the middle of any other territory.
"That's a shame. That dragon seems to be enjoying his journey swallowing, but I guess any day he'll be shot down in some territory"
The future of the Swiss dragon dancing with a long body for fun was a straight line of meat.
Congratulations to the dragon.