Wortenia Senki (WN)

One day a week was about to pass from the day Count Salzberg received a letter from Ryojin Goshiba, which could be called a declaration of war, and decided to confront him directly.

A thick, bitter cloud covered the sky as the horseback riding squad headed east down the street.

In the weather, which is likely to bring out heavy rain, a man in armor crossed over to the white horse leading the squad and pounded his tongue in frustration.

This is the middle of the street to Ipilos.

Only a vast pasture area can be seen looking around, and there is no place that seems very rainy. Assuming there were only a few shades of trees, the majority of the group of over a hundred would definitely turn out to be wet mice.

"Shit, it's going to be a cloud coming out now. I'm pissed off just fighting for Salzberg's shitty dad, but he's gonna want me till the weather."

When this large man across the white horse looked abominably at heaven, he spit towards the ground.

Did I just say late twenties when I was old?

The limbs are thick and forged out, and the stature is two times larger than the soldiers around.

The face was really manly and vicious, especially with a deep scar engraved on the right cheek that caught the eye.

Most humans must look at a man and decide he's either a bandit or a mercenary.

Most of all, it seems that it is the same thing in this earth world that people don't see.

One of the knights who hears the man's dissatisfaction comes over with a horse. It is his role as a proximity to forgive his husband's grievances, which have been repeated long since he left the territory, with a degree of honesty that does not buy objections.

Anyway, when I was this guy, I assumed once that I was like this, but at the end of the day, I have a very nasty personality that anything doesn't bend my opinion.

It sounded good when it came to a single tree character, but it had the fatal downside of not being able to perform abdominal arts that should be essential as a nobleman.

But then this man unexpectedly has an eye for accurate analysis of the situation, so he also has trouble treating it as a surrounding area.

In a nutshell, would you say even with a man who can't read the air?

"Young man, I fully understand what it's like to be young, but I just have to be patient here. All of the ten northern houses send out soldiers. At least it's too dangerous a situation where only my Baron Beltran family would turn down the request of the Earl of Salzberg."

The knight's words were true. That would be natural, too. Because it's a word that these people have been forgiving before they left the Territorial Hall.

There are ten aristocrats with possessions in northern Roselia in total.

Among them, the Salzberg family, the only one with the title of Count, boasts immense military and luxurious financial strength and has established itself as the Alliance of the Northern Region since the founding of the Rosea Nation.

For the aristocrats of the north, the Earls of Salzberg are far more nervous opponents than kings who reign in king capitals far from their own possession.

"You piss off your Baron Chai family because you're saying that. First, what would a nobleman of the same country do with corners in this precarious situation... so I disagreed. My father and brother kept their mouths shut, and the pride of being a Roselian aristocrat and the May Fly... ended up pissing off the other guy and fighting him off."

"Interpretation is a riser. My name is that the pile that leaves will be hit. Besides, I can't say enough that this fight is necessarily a help fight. The Waltenia Peninsula seems to produce more wealth than we thought, so I thought if we won, we'd get enough rewards."

The man snorts and laughs at the words of a knight with an unpleasant grin.

"Huh, is that the word of a knight serving the glorious Beltran family? That's nice of you."

It's painful irony.

But it seems that the knight to whom the word was directed has not felt any itching.

"I have no way of doing it. Because you can't eat with the pride of a knight. Besides, it is not the Earl of Salzberg who has waged war ahead of us, no matter how we have been so far. Please don't make any mistakes there."

"It would be foolish to ride a provocation and show a gap... you mean that"

In fact, from a neutral point of view, it can be taken for granted that Ryo Misaki's true claims are extremely natural.

A thief who steals the treasure of intelligence, to say nothing of the existence of a secret detective or spy if you try to be in power. Besides, depending on the circumstances, they become both assassins and saboteurs.

Dangerous pests ravaging gardens that say territory. They deliberately sent such a dangerous presence into their territory.

Even in a world of war in which nobility is recognized as a matter of course to send secret detectives to other nobles, there is no reason why it would be less offensive to be sent in.

Still, some parts would be acceptable to one or two. I might choose to stand still compared to my difference in strength.

But if they send in endless numbers with dozens, the story will change.

Not to mention that the Waltenia Peninsula is only a part of the Kingdom of Roselia, and Baron Goshiba is part of a clean rosary aristocracy, albeit a rise.

Nonetheless, if the surrounding aristocrats persist in sending secret detectives to the peninsula, Ryo Mitsuzawa deserves a sense of crisis.

But even though he was provoked how, in his capacity, the Baron vs. the Count feud.

Unless there is more to it, the difference in identity shifts to the relationship between good and evil as it is.

(Well, it's natural that my father changed the color of my brother's eyes. especially now that the Waltenia Peninsula has turned into a mountain of treasure...... na)

For better or worse, nobility is what tries to increase territory and accumulate wealth. That trend is particularly strong now that it is a world of war.

It's absolutely necessary to keep your family name.

Therefore, if it is judged to be flavorful, it will strike like a hyena swarming with rotten meat.

They threaten, blur, cry down, and use acquisitions and every means at their disposal to feed into rights.

(But wait. Well... it's possible that they provoked your children to declare war on purpose... that's what they would do)

Intentionally sending in an unlimited number of undercover detectives to incite tension in Baron Gozai. And eventually smash it with force at once where it erupts.

Later remains the Waltenia Peninsula, which soared in value as an important commercial port on routes around the northern part of the Western continent. distribute that right among the surrounding nobles.

There's nothing extraordinary about it, but in the man's head, the picture of this battle was gradually beginning to show its contours.

(I don't know what to think. I don't know if I can forgive those who are so elegant)

Indeed, it is true that Baron Goshiba is neglected by the majority of the nobility of the Kingdom of Roselia. It is the majority view that a flowing mercenary, who may not be the bone of any horse, happens to have gained aristocratic status during a civil unrest, without being able to raise or lower his identity.

On top of that, if you live in detail on a given peripheral land, there is still no reason for the aristocrats who have solidified their electorate to remain silent if, at any point, the Waltenian peninsula, which was only luggage, is now turning into a savory land with great economic power.

(But who the hell painted this picture?

You can assure your father or brother that your talent in plotting such a ploy is not even in the eyes of your flesh and blood.

They are both objects that are only interested in squeezing taxes from their inhabitants and enjoying themselves on a daily basis, and they are hipsters who have not even had the experience of being on the battlefield.

(Is that Salzberg's father? No, I think the flavor is just a little different for that old man to paint. So, are you Mrs. Yulia, also known as the Poison Lady?

Even so, the man dismisses his own imagination.

(No, ma'am is awesome when it comes to financial matters, but I've never heard she's good at this kind of ploy... but maybe... but...)

The faces of the ten northern principals and their proximity float behind the man's brain one after the other and disappear.

All of them are people who could be masterminds of a series of schemes.

"Young, look over there"

A knight's voice pulls the man who was buried in the sea of thought back to reality.

"A golden eagle with wings spread over the redlands... the Baron Garveira family"

Southwest and Southeast. On this occasion, where the road leading from the two directions converges towards Ipilos, the armies of the two barons were now about to meet.

"All units stop!

As per the man's decree, the horseback squad stopped the walk.

The streets are quite wide, but not large enough for the two armies to proceed at the same time.

If so, then it will be necessary to adjust which one will advance the army first.

"Wait a minute."

When ordered by a knight leaning beside him, the man proceeds only slowly one horse.

If normal, there is no need for a man who is a commander to negotiate directly. But there was certainty in men.

And apparently the other guy also perceived the man's intentions. One man also comes forward with a horse from the Garveira family army.

"After all, you led the army. Long time no see, Signis."

To the words, when a man called Signis showed his white teeth and laughed, he went down the horse and spread his hands.

"That's the same here. Roberto Beltran. As long as I'm happy to see the same dumb surface."

"Unplug it. There's a cold meal in this Baron's house!

"That's your line over here!

With one slightly evil state, the two held each other firmly on their shoulders.

"I haven't seen him face to face in person like this in three years...... no, haven't seen him in four years?

"Oh, since we had a skirmish at the border with Ernesgoola."

Roberto answers the sigh in response to Signis' words.

"Hmm, well, there's no way. In a position to say four boys from the Baron's house to each other..."

Unlike the eldest son who inherits the house in the aristocratic society, if he is the third son, its existential value has a strong significance when it comes to insurance in the event of unforeseen circumstances on the eldest son.

And insurance is a waste if unforeseen things don't happen.

Naturally, the treatment of the third son is generally worse than that of the eldest son. Not to mention, if that were all four men, the poor treatment would be extrapolated.

They are rarely called to places of interaction between nobles, and even if they were called, the precision is worth about the number of people.

If it is normal, it is normal that they have to be dropped by their subordinates or given a home to become independent.

Roberto, your place is still the same.

"Oh... but that would be the same at your place, wouldn't it?

Signis nodded with a giving up look on Roberto's question.

"Oh, it's only used well in times of trouble like this."

The situation between the two is really similar.

Having been raw as the four men of nobility who are never wealthy. I couldn't find my place in the family. That I had a rare talent as a knight.

In particular, their talents as warriors were prominent. Yes, so much so that my parents and brothers don't want to let go of their talents.

All the rough relationships, starting with policing, such as the start and end of the bandits and monsters that appear in the territory, are the work of the two of us.

Now, I couldn't speak up for territorial management, and I said I was sorry because I said my place at home was at the bottom.

"I don't have a choice. There's nothing we can do about all this."

"Well... na"

If you're going for a one-shot reversal from the current situation, there's only one way to get rid of the housekeeper by killing your parents and brothers, but the truth is that you can't abandon the feelings of your flesh parents no matter how cold they are with the boulders.

Roberto nodded small at Signis' words.

"I can't help but do this forever. In the meantime, let me move on. Let's try to have a drink when we get to Ipilos. I've got a lot to talk about."

"Oh, okay. That would be good. Instead, the liquor must be Signis, your luxury."

"It would be good. If it's just one drink, I'll buy you one."

Signis snorted with a grin at Roberto's words and became the man on the horse again.

"Okay, in Ipilos!

"Ah."

Roberto slowly turned back on his heels as he dropped off the back of his departing old friend.

There were no questions or other shards left in the back of that brain that had been accounted for earlier.

No one can tell at this stage if it will be auspicious or vicious.

The northern part of the Kingdom of Roselia was about to celebrate exactly the time of the storm now.