Ten days have passed since the Ruppettas left New Nelly.
The idea got stuck, so I put my back on the back of the chair and looked up.
"Hmmm..."
There's just a ceiling in my room that's just the same as usual. Obviously, there is no such thing as a description of an answer to a recent thought.
Tesh called out as he snorted his throat.
How did you do?
"It's a thought."
I replied that it was nothing, but Tesh did not drop.
"Milord will be back today." Let's be worried about Bo-cha's face like that. Spiazeik's overthrow is good, but if you don't have much thought about it..... "
"I'm not holding it back."
I'm thinking about it rather than worrying about it. Due to the fragmentation of the ingredients of the idea, the possibilities of Dark Giant Cod have expanded, and the breadth of imagination has expanded. The result is open-ended thinking.
“Does the story of the Melguin who was caught in the castle have anything to do with it?”
The other day, when I visited the New Nelly military base, I summoned Melgin. Ruppetta asked me for it, and I was curious about the content of his proposal, "Cooperation with the House of Qualdenze".
The interview was completed without any problems. It was rather afterwards that the problem arose.
“I am involved”
Few people know about the content of the interview. I wasn't talking to Tesh either. That's why Tesh is more worried than usual.
"But I'm not the only one holding you in my arms." I've been sharing information with the commanders at the base, and I've had the rear lights talk to me. ”
"I say rear lights, of the Gatoren family"
"Yeah, that's it. It's easy to talk about it because it's a mixture of the innate loneliness and Gatorlen's true looks."
The story that Melgin brought in was difficult for me, and of course for the senior martial arts officer who was present.
In the first place, Ruppetta had no particular trust in Melguin himself. It was a very rare strange thing to see in the south, but I don't know if it is true. In the end, it was a frank feeling on the part of Quordenze that "I can't tell how far I can believe it".
Thinking about what happened, the Numbonan soldiers returned from the field expedition at the right time. So I invited the Commander's rear lights to talk with me.
"If it hadn't been for the rear lights, we wouldn't have gone on." I'm glad you're here in New Nelly. "
The Rear Lights, who were wandering the southern part of the continent as an ancestral mercenary, had knowledge that no other warlord had. When I heard about the Melguin proposal, I immediately understood.
However, understanding and agreeing are not synonymous. While rear lights gave a certain credit to the Mergine proposal, they summarized that the current situation is that it would be better for the Qordenze side to push off with horizontal sumo wrestling because of their superiority. It is the same conclusion as the other warlords.
However, the rear light said that it would be good if the Merging Plan could proceed in parallel at the same time, so there was a difference.
Well then, aren't you in trouble right now?
The problem is that something unexpected happened afterwards.
"Well, I'm a little embarrassed that the rear light is gone." I don't have anyone I can talk to about this anymore. ”
Although the Melgin proposal was completely unacceptable to the officers, the information on which it was based could not be disregarded. Apparently, it was determined that it could be a factor affecting future military trends. However, it was difficult to discern how much one believed the words of a suspicious man named Melguin.
At that time, the rear light said, "Well, I'll check it out." And while I was saying goodbye, the next day, Ruppetta, Mergine, and Rearright set off for the foggy village of Vaardberg's genus.
Since there are local residents with land reckoning, it is okay. As long as you don't get close to the city of Veardberg, you won't be captured first. Because there is a track record of going back and forth several times, it should be able to manage. Even if there are three ancestors, it is easy to cut through... The rear light arranged various rationales, but it is too light in footwork. No, I should say my hips are light. He was a whorehouse man, and his hips were light.
"There's a lot on hold until the rear lights come back, so it's kind of blurry." Don't worry too much about Tesch. "
Ruppetta remains in her hometown, and Melguin returns to New Nelly. The basic policy has not changed. Originally, she said she would come back within a month, but the rear light was on, so the limit around it was flexible. I don't know when I'll be back, but I want you to bring me more information.
"What's going to happen after all..."
Return your gaze to the desk. There is a mini-sized map there. I put my finger on the Arknor contaminated area on the Quoldenze side and slipped it to the Spiazek side.
I may be caught in a puzzle because of my success in Operation Snake Fang. But as far as I'm concerned, I want to win with as little damage as possible from the Kuordenze army. Although there is enough head-on clashes with the Spiazek army, it is simulated by the warlords that there will never be any less damage.
When you defeat House Spiazeik, the happy ending is confirmed and the end roll is not flowing. The House of Koldenze and my life will continue after the Spiazek Crusade.
It's good to win, but if the army is more dilapidated than expected, it's clear that I will struggle as the next president. The development of victory is not desirable. Depending on the extent of the damage, small and medium-sized aristocrats based in the mountainous areas under Spyrzeik's umbrella may have settled in the Voistra plains. We will need enough power to contain it.
I think it is troublesome to make a big failure by moving in a strange way, and I am not obsessed with strange measures, but I have been thinking about whether there is any other good way.
"... Alknor Pollution Zone... Amelia River... Alknor Pollution Zone, City of Vaardberg..."
This is good. It's not like I don't have a plan.
"And your weak jaw..."
This is my biggest problem.
How about giving up the rear-end attack itself and stopping it in the city of Veerdberg, where it was assaulted and captured. The Spiazeik main army on the front line may also be worried about their backs and be unable to concentrate on the fight.... subtle. The Ossetian reserves are coming out to protect the front lines, and they don't seem to make much sense. Worst of all, the city will be surrounded.
"Hmmm..."
It is also conceivable that the noble family under the umbrella of Qoldenze would call the main ancestor responsible for the lower jaw.
For example, Viscount Galiana was agile in appearance. They may not have the courage to attack the city of Ossellia, but they will be able to attract the Ossetian reserves that intercepted them. That way, the upper jaw named Koldenze Wilk could stick its fangs up the ass of Spiazek's main army.
However, Viscount Galiana was not an unconditional opponent. Parent is Qordenze, but he is not blind. I'm just following you because you have an interest. If you want to work against Spiazek, you'll need to pay a lot of money. I'm almost sucked out by what I'm good at. I don't want to be sucked on by my old man.
And this isn't just about Viscount Galiana, it's also about other Koldenze aristocrats. Moreover, unlike the ex-civilian Viscount Galiana, ordinary nobles put the survival of their homes first, so it is difficult to pull them out.
You're a fool or a battle maniac to get into a strange land and attract enemies without knowing what you're doing, or to come aboard with such an invitation.... I'm the one who invites you, so I'm sure it's not one of them.
Young man, why don't you take a break?
A maid came along with the gentle scent of tea. Apparently, it was roaring again. Tesh must have prepared her for a change of heart.
"... I see. I can't help thinking about it."
Release the index finger on the map and another maid starts to clean it up. I guess I decided to use it again soon, but the map was moved to another desk in the immediate vicinity.
"This is......"
In front of me is a set of letters prepared by Tesh. I haven't written anything yet, neither the address nor the body.
"I asked you to prepare it for me, but I stopped writing letters. Maybe it won't be passed on. I would also like to consult with my father. Put it back on the shelf."
Got it.
Things completely disappear from the desk, and the tea set is lined up instead. I decided to empty my head and just enjoy the scent of tea.
"... let's go to the castle after this."
Let's show our faces at the Founding Order once. Regardless of the scrutiny of the work content, we have received reports that the orderliness of the warehouse has been found to some extent. I'm sure you can afford to meet with your employees now. Eve is also going to show her face this morning.
I didn't have time to talk to Rearlight herself, but according to the reports of my immediate soldiers who took part, the training with the musket guns was very responsive. Therefore, I wanted to ask the employees to produce ammunition.
If that's the case, it would be over if I sent a message to the civil servant, but I thought I'd look at the employees' faces for a long time. I would also like to confirm the status of the business review in person.
Besides, my father is returning from a meeting with the Zeldomitra family today, so the schedule for tomorrow and beyond is unclear. You had better clean it up before you have time to spare.
After I finished my tea, I moved to the castle.
When I set foot in the Founder's Order, there was a strange atmosphere. I feel a rush of anxious, troublesome vibrations. Is it because I came abruptly without warning? I thought so, but the employees gathered a lot when they saw me. Among them was the figure of Eve.
"What's the matter? What's going on?"
When I ask that, one of the employees answers with a troubled face.
"There's no more clay left to transfer to the production department..."
Again?
During my visit to the Ark Noah contaminated area, I asked the knight who ruled the area to send the soil to the Reclamation Order, but I received a report that it was not received by the employees.
After that, I received a report that I was able to receive it safely after making a resend request, but it seems that it was lost again.
"No one would steal anything like that." Isn't that what you said about taking him to the base by mistake? "
Recently, a musket gun was stored in a warehouse at the New Nelly military base. At that time, the possibility of being mixed up first came to my mind. It's not a place where employees can easily check, so it's probably noisy.
When I was dazed, the employee shook his head slowly.
“No, we just found out why.”
Reason?
Yes, I thought you might want to take a look.
As if waiting for the words, the employee at the lower end entered the room with a large plate in his hand. On the plate was a bamboo clay.
"Ugh... it's soil..."
All the guards on my side are frowned upon.
My ancestors were terribly sensitive to the earth. The magic sensation was stimulated by the presence of what should be called the scepter, which made me feel very sick. Even when I went to visit the Ark Noah contaminated area, my ancestors' maids were flustered.
Neither I nor the slave ancestors' employees were particularly concerned about the presence of the soil nearby, so the guard's reaction was very prominent. They must be feeling like they've been thrown at by a poop.
"...... Eve, too?"
At some point, Eve was in the room, but her expression was steep. I'm staring at the dish with eyes that literally look at dirty things.
The employee then gestured to Eve in a pose that made her stand.
"Eve, just like before."
In response to her request, Eve puts her hand on the plate. At that moment, I felt the fluctuation of magic power from Eve's body. It must be trying to activate magic.
From the thin fingertips, something like a thin thread with a gloomy glow appeared, wrapping the dish and disappearing into the air.
"... as you can see."
According to the voice of the employee, the lower-end employee pushed out the plate as shown here.
The terrible black and purple clay that was supposed to be on the plate is a bright brown clay that resembles a lightly roasted coffee bean. It looked like nothing but dirt.
I wonder if the nobleman touched the dirt with his bare hands, but while he hesitated for a moment, the warlord moved quickly and took the plate in his hand to take it away.
"Stupid."
It was a stunned voice. Unbelievable, that feeling is being transmitted to me.
"The work of the spirits, the purification magic..."
The musketeer's murmur echoed deeply in the room.