The Undetectable Strongest Job: Rule Breaker

On that day, there were only a very small number of officials in the dining room.

The Villeocean side is Patricia General Leader and Mayor Ville-Zentra.

The dreammaker side is King Doriarch.

Although they each have secretaries and clerks, they don't have 10 indoors.

"Are you serious?"

It was a luncheon that was becoming like a routine, but Patricia didn't think there would be such a serious statement on the spot.

"Yeah, I mean it. You're not falling apart enough to say such things with lies and plots."

"But King Doriarch... what you have just said is tantamount to 'renouncing' most of the rights of the Grand Dream Continent."

"Yes, sir."

Doriarch told Patricia the lunch course was over.

"I want you to help me get the Grand Dream Continent back. We will then cede the lands of the Grand Dream Continent according to our best efforts" -- and.

Originally, there was only one country on that continent: Dreammaker. Of course, it is certain that most of the continent is undeveloped, but it is still not strange to claim ownership on the shield of the fact that it lived first. Instead, it's normal to insist.

Despite this, Doriarch says he "assigns" -- "waives his rights".

(Realistically a land where dreammakers are losing control. Are you saying it won't hurt or itch to give me that? That you want to go back to that land so badly? As far as we're concerned, I don't mind merging dreammakers if we get the technology.)

Patricia lifts up a cup with tea and spins her thoughts as she carries it to her mouth.

Then Doriarch says as he anticipated it.

"Patricia General Leader. Do you think this country exists next year?

"... what subject-matter question is that?

"Excuse me. That was a bad way of saying it. So let's do this. What about 100 years from now? 1,000 years from now?

"In the long term future, it is only natural that we want the country to survive. In the light of history, the country is something to be replaced on a 100-year basis, but isn't that the question you're asking?

"Yeah...... One more question. In 10 years' time, do you think mankind on this continent exists"

What's stupid, Patricia frowns. I tried to answer, "Of course." —— I thought about it.

Because I noticed the intent of the question.

"King Doriarch. Do you think the monsters of the Grand Dream Continent will attack the Villeocéans…

"Almost certainly, it will come"

"So he wants to relinquish his rights to the land, but he wants to bring in force and drive out monsters"

"Yes."

"Is there any basis for a monster to cross that ocean?"

"Yes."

Then Doriarch told the story of their ancestors. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors foresaw and discovered the presence of the Grand Dream Continent from the seeds of plants carried by migratory birds across the sea.

There's no reason why you can't cross to monsters because you can cross migratory birds.

"Hmm..."

The muscles feel like they're passing through. But Patricia thinks it's too unlikely.

(... maybe we're overestimating the monsters we couldn't contain with our own superior magic props)

That's what I thought.

The city of the Doriarchs adjacent to Ville-Zentra, a line of Doriarchs returning to Ville-Dream, quickly convened a meeting.

The agenda concerns Patricia's reaction to Doriarch's proposal.

"The Patrician chief seems to be insulting the monsters of the Grand Dream Continent."

When one of the civilians who was accompanying the Doriarch says, Grussel, who is unchanged and holds the soldiers together, opens his mouth.

'... wouldn't that be good? I think it would be far more beneficial for you to look sweetly and march more troops than for a monster to refuse to march with fear'

'I share Grussel's opinion. I just look too sweet. I hope there's actually a fight going on and then you don't accuse us of lying'

That was Doriarch's concern.

I'm telling you honestly about the monsters on the Grand Dream continent, and that's why I'm saying it's a threat.

Nonetheless, people on this continent, starting with Patricia, feel like they are not taking it seriously. "That's what you guys say because you've been running away from losing, isn't it? It feels like."

'Still, we shall have passed through benevolence. Was it the Sovereign Nation of Bios… there was quite a ride across the Grand Dream Continent'

'Yeah...... there must be a lot of countries with desire. Even if Villeoseans hesitate to march, Villeoseans will have to let people out too if other countries get on board'

We were all aware that the look on Doriarch's face to say so was not excellent.

This king is too kind. Not at all suitable for political rush, etc.

"Grussel, how is Silverface doing"

"When I came here yesterday, it wasn't particularly different."

'I owe him a lot of money. I also want to return it soon...... I guess I have to use whatever is available'

'You're right. But don't worry about Silver Face. It seems fine. Rather as much as I've asked if there are any other shortfalls...... how much of that person's personal wealth'

'Let's not get bored. One day you'll have to thank him too... wouldn't that be all?'

"Ha."

There were no further considerations, and the meeting ended briefly. In the end, we have to wait for Patricia to leave.

Patricia was quick to move. The next day we call Doriarch,

"I accept the march."

I said so.

"Operation Grand Dream Continental Retrieval" was officially announced on this day.

Queen of the Kingdom of Pawnsonia, Kjustia-Gi-Pawnsonia frowned for a moment when she heard about the march from an envoy from Villeosean.

But she answered immediately to the messenger.

"My country will cooperate. However, the scale needs to be considered."

"Of course you are"

"When are you going to start the march"

"The first march will be assembled in Ville-Zentra by December this year. Cross the sea next March. The second march will assemble next March and then cross the sea in May. The third march will assemble next May and then cross the sea in July."

"Hmmm... do you have enough ships"

"To be honest, I don't know how much cooperation I can get. However, the Empire of Quimbrand has its own ship, and with the help of the Dreammaker, we are building a new ship, so we think it is almost impossible."

"Tell me about the Villeocean formation"

"A total of 9,000 are planned for the Villeocean Navy 7,000 and the Dreammaker Regular Army 2,000"

"Become..."

Kjastria accidentally floated her hips.

As far as she knows, the Navy 7,000 is almost the whole army. Only minimal coastal security will be possible.

The messenger says as he sees through the reaction.

"We borrowed magic props from Dreammaker, and the pirates near the port decided they could get rid of them with this magic prop"

"I see...... ok"

I have been clear.

Patricia is serious. Seriously, I'm trying to get a continent ahead of the East Sea.

For them, the sea is a traffic route, and the continent connected by the sea is probably equal to that of the continuation of the earth.

(that it expects considerable profits…)

Kujastria thought this one would have to be belly-up too.

Now the country is trying to recover from being exhausted. But that's still developing.

I'm glad I got my hands on the Empire of Quimbrand, but it remains as ruthless as a multinational Eimbist, and we need to restructure the army.

Even if we could finally secure the land of the new continent, what would we do about that division? There will be no noblemen who want to march out even though they won't get the land. An official nobleman without land would try to get land for this opportune opportunity, and there is no doubt that there is a fierce dispute.

(Problem is, pile...)

It was Kjastria with a headache coming up.

But —— still,

(Don't talk, there's no option)

If Vileo Cean is serious, it seems he can win a naval battle. Athletic warfare is more of an area of excellence for Pawnsonia, Quimbrand and other landlocked nations.

I'm sure every country will get into the story.

Pawnsonia can't be the only one to drop it off.

To what extent do we put the rest into this battle (...)?

On her shoulders, still a teenager, there was a problem that was too heavy --.