After the closing of the Great Conference, the Great Square.
The festival had begun.
Usually, it's a festival that means I'm happy to be free from boring midyear events. But this year, it's a little different.
"Whoa, whoa!
"Margils, Banzai! Luus Banzai!
"I'll fight the devil, too -!
The young men sing and dance shoulder to shoulder.
The kids also play around more energetically than usual. Especially this time, "The War Tribe and the Dark Ghost" was popular. They hadn't figured out the meaning of the meeting or Gio's speech, but they still felt 'today is some special good day'.
"Don't drink too much!
"Look, I don't cry as much as I fell"
"Don't let a girl play the part of a ghost!
Mothers are proud in their eyes as they admire such young people and children and smile bitterly.
"Oh there! Don't throw up on the side of the road. Look, grab it on the shoulder!
"I have to leave my luggage here!
The young guards were also in a different mood than before the meeting.
"Totally you guys, you're too susceptible... Don't forget the mood at best, okay?
The older boss said with dismay, but with pleasure.
Most importantly, those who were not influenced by Gio's speech would not be in the city of Ryushuk at least today. Ex-soldiers with prosthetic legs and stall owners did the same.
"Granny! Deep-fried scissors. Another one!
"I have holy medicine tea, but tightening is best with my old man's hammer."
"You guys don't hesitate because it's a good militia payment..."
The stall, which I started with a pension after losing a one-handed leg and retiring a soldier, was also my partner for twenty years now. Distribute bread fried on that partner's old stove and cheap liquor to the youngsters with an emphasis solely on increasing degrees. This procedure had also become just a task that was already completely stained into the body and no longer meant anything. That's just what I've been thinking about when it's just a life of remembering the 'death' of the past and continuing to work.
"Captain Ifri, everyone. Good for you...... Now, we all owe it to the young guys to live in peace. If such a great, wonderful man had told me... I would be saved..."
I had heard similar words from other soldiers and citizens. But in the end, we knew it was a taste of wounds between humans in the same position.
"Coming from a Far Exotic" and "The Great Wizard". Geo Margils came as if to pluck the thorns of the hearts of the people of Lius in that speech.
After the Great Conference. This is just a little further though.
Breekville, a regional city in the Kingdom of the North (Shrendal). Heavy town of the "Council of the Marquis", residence of the Marquis of Meerest.
The "Council of the Horses" is an interest coordination organization that brings together a number of feudal nobles within the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal). In the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), the ratio of the territories under the direct jurisdiction of the King and the Hordes is about three to seven. When it comes to national power alone, the foundation of kingship is weak... In military power, the troops under King's direct command had the size to overwhelm all the armies of the Horsemen. This is a system based on the 'royal law', in which it is the king's duty to direct his army against the dark, but the king also used his military might to tighten the throne.
At first it was a loose mediation organization, the 'Council of the Horses', but now the main existential significance is for the Horses to unite and protect their interests from the King.
"Paulinen, is this the letter from The Wizard?
"Oh, yeah. Father."
The Marquis of Meerest sighed when he saw the 'fruits of diplomacy' brought about by his son Viscount Paulinen. Forty years there? Much like my son's, his eyes were rough somewhere, albeit in the form of a blonde blue eye.
"... well, you just found out that the wizard is not an idiot"
"Oh, is that all, Father?
"That's all. Good thing it was clear that the sacred tree and the Royal Lauris were resurrected. Back off now."
The contents of the letter entrusted to his son by Geo Margils were indeed difficult and meaningless. This one hasn't cut any cards, so it's obvious. Instead, if you're going to respond to this with your son's stupidity in mind, I wonder how rational he is.... that much insight I can give.
"No, I'm really relieved. We need to pay close attention to your son later..."
After his son left with a suspicious face, the other remaining in the room, the Count of France, groaned bumps as he rubbed around his stomach.
He is a fine but pale middle-aged man with thin hair. He doesn't look very much like the central figure of the 'Marquis des Nations' lined up in the Marquis of Meerest.
"That's why we're convening a meeting early in the year."
"What are you going to do?
"Naturally, according to the 'royal law', the right to use the sacred tree... right, I'll have at least 50% offered"
"... I don't think there's such a royal law..."
"Certainly, ten years ago, we managed (...) to have a war, and the Royal House of Lauris would have requested rescue. I thought you said you'd give anything royal in exchange for rescue. A legitimate demand."
The Marquis of Meerest said coldly. A face who understands that what he is saying is rational, but genuinely thinks, 'So what's wrong?'
"But... I don't think they'll drink it though? What would you do if Margils got mad?
The Earl of France asked with an increasingly pale complexion. He is the former lord of Knight Sandar, who took up command of Zytheias, and has heard quite a bit about Geo from Sandar's squire, a spy. I can't help but look pale.
"Hmm. People like Jeetaias, aren't they the Lewis Alliance? I don't have any complaints. Even if the Rural people of Lewis cried. If your lord and my territory restrict trade, they'll dry up, won't they? Especially these days, they're buying a lot of wheat and beans from us."
It's a very big mess, but the Marquis of Meerest has no big mistake. Most of all, by the way, there are loose (...).
"No, trade with Lewis is for us too"
"Shut up! With the wealth that the Holy Tree brings, we may be able to counter unreasonable demands from kings too!
The Marquis knocked on some heavy desk for centuries and shouted. The king had covered much of the cost of maintaining a mighty army with taxes from the lords. This is the cause of the grievances of the Hordes over the years.
"Yes, you can hire Margils and them here or you can take them up as nobles. No, were you already angry about the founding of the country? Shall we then formally recognize it as a nation and add it to the ranks of the prosperous Northern nobles? That would delight us in using magic and doing (...) for us"
The Marquis nods as satisfied with his thoughts.
……
blue, lay down his earthy face as he passed, and the Earl of France sighed.
About the same time.
Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), King's Capital.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Ha ha."
A dim room illuminated with a single candle.
Um, secret detective Judd and another person were secretly talking. Judd sighed relieved when he finished reporting all information about the 'Great Wizard' to the man in front of him… Prime Minister of the Kingdom of the North (Schrendal), Marul Minis Entis.
"When I heard Viscount Paulinen had become a messenger, I honestly thought no more. Geo Margils seems to have been more than I imagined."
"I don't know... what can I say, you were a gentleman"
"Knock."
Marul laughed small at the person's review that a skilled detective had accidentally spoken. A thin body hidden in the shadows illuminates the weak lights of the candle.
……
Judd, as usual, narrowed his eyes painfully.
Chancellor Marul was in a loose robe, but the bandage was so tightly wrapped that there was no visible part of his body with bare skin. And, of course, the whole face.
From just a few bandage gaps, black, distorted skin peeks. Malur's entire body was covered in the aftermath of severe burns.
"Your Majesty's surroundings smell so bad. No, I'm the one who stinks. … in the spring, I'd like to do something to talk directly with him."
"Are you kidding me, Admiral?
"If necessary"
"Maybe Geo Margils would understand my dreams...... ku, ku ku"
Marul laughed before a stunned spy. Most of all, it just seemed like there was a tear in the face of the white bandage.