"There will be war in the West this fall"
When I mouthed that prediction, John's complexion changed.
"Rationale, the source is…"
"Only 'from trustworthy muscles', I say"
I put it on, but nothing happened.
It was information obtained at His Highness Hasan's residence, which he had ascended the day before.
… there is Bunois Keklan, the associate baron, immersed in it.
This was a while ago.
I just introduced Snutug Hannigan Boy, the trail son of the Associate Baron, who was on tour, to Bunois by surprise.
What I'm surprised about is the...
I'm the same associate baron, but I was wondering if it was incompatible.
Bunois' self-consciousness is only a merchant. There seems to be something about the nobility.
The Hannigan people, by contrast, feel strongly about being aristocrats.
But I tried to get him to see me, and he didn't even seem to show me out.
After all, when it comes to the economy, it's something that has "Sutra" and "one word" for each.
Looks like we got a satisfied talker, most importantly.
But the problem is. of a bouncing conversation, in its contents.
"My lord, the price movement is interesting. It's just wheat harvest time, and you'll be able to get rice in the fall, right? I was wondering if I could make a lot of money if I sold it."
"Mr. Bunois, if you think of your senior position. … Rather, it might be advisable to save up in bulk, buy well enough while it's cheap"
Is that...?
"I don't know where it happens. Because the values are linked. In the Hannigan family we see movement on the border between the Etzio Border Bo Territory and the North Thief. It's been three years since the war, so I don't think it's a massive offense."
"In the Kechlan family...... no, you're alone. Anyway, I'm looking west."
He's busy with attempted assassinations, but all this stuff seems to happen on top of each other.
Exactly. It's an internal affliction. Which way does the "external illness" occur? Need to confirm.
But Domina is pulling herself out of the Merle family's art… the military.
If you let her know, she'll be a nuisance.
So not the salon, but the Yakan. I chose Filia, not Domina.
John Cubi, who had put his arms together and often looked up at the ceiling.
I exhaled a thick breath.
"They're not something you can hide. Oh, there's a fight going on in the west. Not on the scale of the war... I'm going to take it that way, but it's not a regular skirmish."
Philia was looking down. It's a habit when you're working your head off.
No way......
"There are also signs of war in the Etzio Border Uncle Territory. Is that what I heard?
"Yeah, Mr. Hiro. That's what the Mel family sees."
"North Thief" and "Southwest Yi". Its base is thousands, no, tens of thousands of km away.
They shouldn't have mixed up...... though I'd like to think so.
No, do we need to pursue that possibility as well?
"Even east!? That's why I've told you so many times!
Zhu gives to White. John was fierce.
"We have a problem with the Kingsguard right now! It depends too much on the personal qualities of the Squadron Leader! Instead of each platoon, each soldier falls apart. I'm not remitting the body of the organization. If there is a simultaneous battle between East and West, the Mel and Cubi 'usable' Kingsguards will have to get out there. Now that there's been an assassination attempt, what if there's a gap in the Royal Palace's defense!
Though it is common for someone with a quick head rotation.
"Possibilities" and "predictions of the future"... every pattern of that seems to be coming and going in my head. Like a famous Beecher or chess player, reading dozens of hands ahead.
It's never a bad thing, but its appearance makes me look slightly nervous.
As a military nobleman, it's a loss.
As if to comfort you so that you can look like that.
Chiharu pinched his mouth.
"Therefore, a new waterfall exit was established last year. This year, from east to west, two masters are invited as martial arts teachers. Head valve (Rossiu Chen) I don't know which one you're thinking...... oh, no. Collector (John) Which recommendations should be said to be well received"
Immediately return the look John.
Switches emotions quickly. It's an essential skill for military personnel.
Was it last New Year? "Sometimes I scream, 'Can you do it,' but still, if it's a fight, I'll be happy to work on it," he said.
Apparently, there is no more inner agitation than words and attitudes.
"Did I make you pay attention? I am not a squadron leader experienced. That's also a man removed on the grounds of 'poor war'. No matter how much you talk about Kingsguard reform with a sense of crisis, it lacks persuasion. Not to mention the beginning and end of being slapped in the pussy with 'This is why cowards are'. But look at it now. Even Maximilian was slightly undercooked. Well now His Highness Bayajit, no, in Sir Bayajit. … If we continue with the current system of recognising great authority to the Squadron Leader, the candidates need to be cold-blooded. But teething, I'm not in a position to say it."
Beat your weaknesses honestly, huh? In front of Mel, Cubi.
Frank himself. A man who can also perform abdominal arts, what are you thinking?
It's not a thousand years early, but you think, "Wujia, what's wrong with you, there's nothing to decorate"?
"We don't always have enough people to choose from in the first place, even if we make strict appointments. We should change the system."
Though he snorted at a word of Phyllia that he would get my will.
This is the "made me say" thing. I'm not impressed.
John should have had a weak experience with Philia.
I have to start with a lot of "measuring" things, naturally.
But it's just a little blurry.
You can't keep crushing John's, Marquis Cubi's face.
"The roll hunt during this time, Edward and I have been arguing a lot. The Cubi family seemed less fond of the idea of 'monolithization'...... do you ask the Kingsguard for control?
I thought so.
If this John was born in the Mel family,
If you had started your career as a usage rather than a troop leader, where you would have accumulated experience of singularity.
Or quite......
"Things have limits. A troop leader who is allowed discretion in the Cubi family is a 100- or 1000-person head. It's impossible for the squad leader class to acknowledge the discretion of the soldiers and be attentive."
Now it was my turn to look sinister.
John smiles and chases after him.
"If you screw up there, you're gonna miss your position as squadron leader, right?
Proud Kingsguard, discretionary Kingsguard.
How to tighten and manipulate them.
Should the platoon leader/squadron leader think about it…?
Oh, no. What John wants to say is.
"Unless the system changes, is it?
John is eager for it.
That's why I spoiled Mel's "call" to the castle and yard, and showed him the cool part.
You want some help, huh? But why?
Reforming the Kingsguard does not benefit the Cubi family. John, you shouldn't have much to do with your personal birth either...
"The stability of the Wang capital is an absolute condition for Cubi, who wants to focus his efforts on the west. Were you?
Philia's eyes are pointy on my "overlook".
Though there is no excuse either.
I've been doing field work and other people's "downhill" all along here.
Together with tactics, with an eye for all the strategic phases at best.
I neglected the big picture… the sense of being in a big strategic and political perspective.
Sarah Meadier takes her seat gently.
I see, it was about time.
Because we still can't get into the discussion stage.
For today, it's enough to exchange information with each other.
"The pot is ready"
Tina Willis, who serves as your maid of honor, called from the garden.
While securely defining John.
"Hiro is a nobleman."
If you go out to the garden and surround the pan.
That's what a thousand years ago called a "martial family," a military nobleman.
There's no need to decorate it.
"Tina is the one totally female officer about the board. You got more men to pull sleeves with, don't you?
"Hiro was the only one who treated me like a woman for a long time"
"Can you stop saying that in a misleading way? When did you learn to speak like that?
Have you made up your mind about the atmosphere?
John, too, had put a slightly stepped statement up in his mouth.
"Can I tell Vasco Feidamel about this?
Philia smiled.
Best of the day, shiny...... powerful, smile.
"Please wait a moment now. As soon as we decide on the policy at the Mel Center, we'll call it back directly, to Lord Collector (John).... don't worry, we won't go around the other way"
At the moment, the Centre cannot be allowed to participate. That's Vasco, 23.
On the way home, it looks like cloudy weather is still going down.
It smells like water before it rains.
The two men, a leg from the Yakuen to the northern Kingsguard, are in a slight hurry.
As if to mock it, pompous.
Soon it will be most waterfalls.
That's right, look at me.
When they come down like this, they think they're really not feeling well.
So smile.
If it gets wet, I'll sit on my stomach.
"Can Vasco also be Squadron Leader?... Was our generation before and after 'Off the Year'?
"Sooner or later."
Despite all the circumstances, that Viscount Lehmon, too, was somewhat slow to take office as Squadron Leader.
Earl Gummel and others tend to spill out of the birth competition when they are younger. Squadron leader, inexperienced.
Chances are, it's still as good as it gets.
"Hiro, you. You took me out to the Yard, not Edward, with whom you have a cordial relationship, with the Mel family. What's the reason?
... this fucking rain.
I don't care about the shape. I just had to decorate Edward's bad mouth.
"I was going to ask Lord Zao to tell me, and I talked to Edward... 'If that's what you're talking about, tell John directly. He's a bad fighter, but preparedness and ex-post processing, the ordinary political economy does it perfectly'."
John, too, had disfigured himself.
"I think you know... Edward is real as far as the battle is concerned. But the horizon is narrow. He's a fool who doesn't want to see the strategy, the politics, the premise of the strategy. He's the one who should be in on these stories."
Two people who recognize each other.
But when you two line up, it's a hassle.
Drop low, black gray clouds.
The rain grains were still heavy and made loud noises.
But oddly, the sky was bright. The light was plugged in from the gap.
A beautiful face is warped and a difficult man shows his tongue pounding. Looking up at the elusive sky.