Wortenia Senki (WN)

"It's a clear blue moon by the time it's horrible... it's like I'm looking at everything"

Zeleif looks up at the blue moon floating out the window as he is rocked by a carriage going down the streets dominated by the darkness of the night.

It is a beautiful moon to see from among the trees in the woods. A true circle with no cloudy beauty.

Seeing a moon like that and coming to Zelev's mind is my own filth. I told my brother-in-law to run for the king as long as possible.

But there's no time left for Zeleif to immerse himself in such sentiments.

"Now we've gone beyond one mountain first, but the problem is Lord Elena's intention... and"

Future policy has been somewhat consolidated at the Bergston mansion that took place the other day.

The biggest key of these is Elena's tendency to garrison on the western border.

In preparation for the re-invasion of the Altomere Empire, Elena, who has returned from the Kingdom of Zaluda, is stranded in a city near the border. Approximately three knights in her hands, including freedom knights and mercenaries gathered from all over the country of Roselia. About 8,000 troops existed. This is the biggest force in terms of both quality and quantity within Roselia.

Elena Steiner's motion to hold them in one hand will greatly shape her future destiny.

Various options exist in Elena. Do you swear allegiance to Lupis according to your logic as a knight, or do you follow Gerhardt according to his greatness of striking with the fool king? may also have the choice of keeping silence and watching the motion.

But more concerned beings than that Elena had cast a shadow on Zeleif's mind.

(The best thing you can do is ask us to help you... but the matter of Lord Elena is still fine. We need to be sincere. The problem is…)

I haven't told Bergston, but Zeleif saw the success of this measure as 70% successful.

It is true that timing was difficult. But Gerhard and the nobles in his vicinity were getting reports, and there were predictions of when they would be derived from it.

(There should have been a little more time before civilian grievances exploded. Am I simply misreading or......)

Zelev also knows that this revolt was deliberately fought against someone. I also found out that he was manipulating the aristocracy.

What we don't know is who it is and what it's after.

The most likely would of course be the Altomere Empire. It is not a bad idea to target divisions within Roselia if we try to make Ortomere where we want to advance our troops to the Eastern region. Most likely.

However, this presupposes that Gerhardt leads to the Altomere Empire.

(Whether that guy chooses it or not...... no, that guy is not stupid but he's not even that much of a cutter. It's possible they're letting us work together unknowingly.)

For better or worse, a man named Julio Gerhardt is a type of person whose greed is profoundly selfish, while at the same time being bound by fame and weighing face-to-face.

It will depend on what interest they offer, but yes, I don't think they will be stigmatized by traffickers through Ortomere. It would be more likely that Ortomere humans are manipulating Gerhardt with loyalty to him.

(Or if it's an individual Gerhardt plot? No......)

The next thought would be if Gerhardt individual burned to ambition and craved the throne, which Zelev himself considered unlikely.

This measure deliberately uses rather dangerous means such as unscrupulous taxation and driving civilians into insurgency. It is true that there are good reasons to oust Lupis, the current queen, and it would be convenient to launch a new dynasty, but due to the high risk of failure to suppress the insurgency or aggression from other countries, even if everything goes well and Gerhardt sits on the throne as a new king, all that remains in his hands is ruined land.

(Besides, if Gerhard sat on the throne in an attempt to justify the overthrow of the King of Fools, there was no choice but to say that it was a seizure. What better stigma would you choose than a traitor who says "greedy" the usurper of the throne? Impossible. No, more naturally than that, I fit into the prime minister and hold Ladine to the throne, that idea of power is more masculine and natural. But when that happens, is it also neat to deny the possibility of saying Gerhardt's ploy... but in any case, the question remains as to why he provoked the rebellion at this time)

If Ortomere is the mastermind, it would be desirable just before or immediately after the start of the Zaluda invasion as the time to start the revolt. Because even if there is a rebellion at a very early time, it could be repressed.

And as far as Zeleif's analysis from the information he learns, there should have been a respite for the Zaluda re-invasion of Ortomere for nearly a year later.

Fear springs up in Zeleif's heart as if he were peering into the abyss of deep darkness.

(I want company. my people to help me)

Bergston, my brother-in-law, is definitely a man I can trust. It is true that he is a very smart man and a first-class figure in the military and political realms, which is exactly what the Kingdom of Roselia is proud of. But if asked if he was the perfect person, Zeleif would wave the finesse aside.

For the sake of distracting the wise, Bergston, his brother-in-law, has good things about people, and he's just a little oblivious to areas like plotting and intelligence.

Of course, it's 10,000 times better than any other stupid nobleman, but it's very unlikely to be perfect.

But what Zeleif wants now is the best talent.

(How would that guy work?

What floats behind your brain is the figure of a man who guards his silence on the far north border.

Instead of civilians, a man who was told by a flowing adventurer to an aircraft family in the Kingdom of Roselia. The man who wore the crown over the head of Lupis Roselianus, who was a disadvantage.

Even from Zeleif, who specializes in plotting, the man boasts a cut to the horror.

Yes, comparable to myself.

(Well, good. I know which one...)

Zeleif's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden shock. The carriage stops rapidly and your body is thrown out in front.

"What happened...... dude! What's the matter with you?"

Strike your head hard on the couch and your consciousness becomes blurred.

Suspicious of his lord, who did not answer the inquiry, Zeleif went out of the carriage with his hand on his forehead.

Did you cut your forehead or the tailored clothes had red and black blood making a little stain.

"Hey, what the hell..."

Unexpectedly Zeleif lost his word to the sight in front of him.

Two men collapsing on your stand. Countless arrows pierce their chests deeply.

"Stupid. What the hell is this..."

The men of your men are trustworthy men who have worked under Zeleif for many years and boast considerable arms both as heads of intelligence units and as warriors.

Twelve or twenty of the bandits, alone, had the power to finish lightly, they said.

Such escorts had no time to resist, and it was unexpected that Zeleif the boulder would be exposed to an unbroken corpse.

"Damn it! What's going on"

Unconsciously zero cursing.

If there are too many escorts, it will be difficult to act quickly, and they will attract attention. That's why I moved just to attach two escorts, but that decision came back to me.

The arm that has easily laid the hands-on escorts suggests that they are obviously some sort of trained person.

(It's not a burglar raid. It would definitely be an assassination aimed at my life. The question is whose money is this)

Rip the darkness again and countless arrows will strike your platform.

Zeleif shielded the body of the escort.

(Bow... saving you from not having a grammar)

A bow and arrow makes it possible to shield a corpse and spend it like this, but if grammar is used, you can't use that option. Regardless of what attribute technique the other grammar specializes in, one or so of the carriages will blow up easily.

Conversely, the fact that he has used bows and arrows with his first hand suggests that no grammar exists in the enemy.

(Unlike my brother-in-law, I'm not very good at swords... but I have no choice. Why don't you shut up and they'll kill you)

Borrowing a sword from the hips of the escort, Zeleif dives into the shadow of the passenger car when he stands up with an arrow gap.

Surrounded by depressed forested streets. It's also an unpopular late night.

The likelihood of third-party help coming is endlessly close to zero.

Besides, Zeleif is never a warrior. I have learned magic as an aristocratic hobby and have received martial arts tricks, but even in the eyes, my skill as a warrior is a little better than that of a new knight. If you do poorly, for the younger part of your age, there is also a good chance that the new knights will rise in armaments.

No, more problematic than that is Zelev's own mind. No matter how skilled you are, it makes no sense if the mind that uses it is atrophied with fear.

But still, there's only one way Zeleif can make it through this place safely. There was nothing better than to kill the assassin with that hand. No matter how unlikely that was.

But while he was so sadly determined, Zelayf's fate had changed dramatically.

"You ran out of arrows?

An arrow that was constantly fired at the carriage has stopped at some point.

Gently, he put his face out of the shadow of the passenger car, and Zeleif glanced around.

The silence dominates the surroundings, and you can hear the roar of a wave in the distance.

(Is that a trap? But I'm still poor at any rate...)

Zeleif slowly leaves the shadow of the passenger car, guarding his surroundings twice and three times.

"Who!

The sound of tearing the trees from the back of the woods echoed, and Zeleif turned his unfamiliar sword.

Tension shivers the tip of the sword into small pieces.

Her throat dried to a crisp, her heart beating like an early bell.

"Give me your sword. Count Zeleif. The assassin has already been killed here."

A shadow coming out of the woods speaks to Zeleif in a serene voice.

"Don't be ridiculous! Who the hell are you?"

Too unexpected words. But Zeleif is not foolish enough to pepper it.

Hold the sword pattern firmly again with your sweaty hands.

"Have you forgotten me?

Lord of voices slowly approaching. Eventually, when he saw that face illuminated by the moonlight, Zeleif raised his surprise unexpectedly.