Addict's Recovery Journal

Citrio showed interest in me.

“So you're the sub-master of the Blissful, the one you've only heard of? Nice to meet you.”

“It is a great honor to finally meet our illustrious Master Altus in person. ”

“I wanted to talk to you alone. I just can't ignore them. Can you hold on a second? ”

“Of course.”

To take a step back and explore the atmosphere of the banquet hall, one of the guards near Citrio approached me.

He was a middle-aged man who claimed to be a key executive of the Belderor clan.

“Hahaha! I hear the sub-master of Blissful is the next in line to the Stroke Kingdom in the North." ”

“That's right.”

The man nods softly and laughs.

“Karakol is already a giant clan within ten fingers of the continent at this point. Don't you think we, who are doing our best in Elano, would be able to stand alongside the Four Clans in the future? ”

Dajorbek of the Volostat Union.

Peccelli of the Kingdom of Bardia.

Lapis in Liliak Mado.

Willoria of the Sultanate of Harmadine.

The four most famous and most influential clans in the current Prima continent.

Currently, only those four are referred to as the Four Clans, but at the original time, they were also joined into five Clans, including Karakol. Although Karakol was clearly a pebble among the Five Clans, there is no doubt that their power and authority are great.

The man is exhausted.

“The Aiden Confucius. Master Altus is a big man. If we line up now, even after Karakol expands his power, we'll be able to enjoy a rich movie as a national official. You will be welcomed because you have a solid background as a government. ”

“ · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Suddenly, I'm looking at Citrio and I'm talking to people around me, but I'm paying close attention here. I am quite interested in persuading myself

“I see. But I'm here to declare war today, unfortunately. ”

“What the heck?! ”

The man felt a sense of intimidation that he did not know in English, and settled down. The cause of the embarrassment was my great-grandfather who was following me. He walked out slowly and vigorously.

Ebel rolls her mouth up.

“A prestigious northern dancer, a man of the Stroke bloodline, cannot bow before battle. ”

“Yi, you old man! How dare you attack the banquet hall as a bodyguard! Master Altus will not stand for this! ”

A Beldeor Clan executive rubs his face and scowls. However, Ebel doesn't care about him.

“· · · I thought there was some commotion. You have an unimaginable guest at the banquet hall. ”

That's why the stiff citrio came this way.

“The strongest knight in the North came all the way to this dumpy place. I don't know what to do as a small clan master. ”

“No more useless skills, Master Altus. Continental titanium, right? ”

In that short conversation, all the banquet hall guests had to keep their mouths shut. I knew what the old man who came with me was.

“Main, heavy sword Ebel stroke · · ·? ”

The middle-aged man who was talking to Ebel a moment ago knows the situation later and whitens his face.

Character Sheet.

Citrio Altus

[Level: 55/55]

[Health: 16] [Strength: 19] [Agility: 15]

[Magic Power: 15] [Spirit: 08] [Sense: 14]

[Holy: 04]

[Characteristics: Caesarean (S +), Hunter's Eye (A), and 4 others]

[Skill: Altus Blunt Skill · Ultimate (S), Altus Vision Skill · Ultimate (A +), Tului Shield Skill · Ultimate (A), Cheonbuk (B) and 5 others]

[Description: 62 years old, human race. He is a member of the current continent, the Clan Master of Karakol. It has enormous influence on the centre.]

Level [55/55], 6 Traits, 9 Technologies.

Everything is the same as the original.

As a reader, Citrio was ranked seventh on my personal list of continents.

In short, it's a mid-level position.

It will be a good battle with my great-grandfather.

Paaaaaaaah!

Suddenly, an intense energy touches the skin.

The pressure of Ebel and Citrio.

Characteristics, "Magic Eyes (B)," clearly showed the energy of two people who were colliding sharply. Soon, the relaxation fades from Citrio's expression. The user senses that the opposing Pokémon possesses similar strength to its own.

“· · After hearing that Lord Stroke has recently retired from command in the country, why did you suddenly come to this place? Are you here to see your grandson's jokes? ”

“Listen to the master for details. I'm like a mercenary, to be honest. ”

“Mercenaries · · · ·? ”

Immediately after, Ebel pointed to me behind her grave attitude, and the eyes of the left were drawn together to this direction.

“Submasters of Blissful. What the hell is this? ”

“Is it really necessary to explain this to Master Altus? I think you're already expecting it. ”

I confronted Citrio with a relaxed smile on my mouth. There are a lot of moves behind me.

“The Aecas clan will not cooperate with the Karakol clan as well as the Blissful. ”

“So is our Yfreine. ”

“The Pug Clan also means to them. ”

Instead, they were representatives of six clans who were brought here through their undertaking in advance.

In the meantime, I convinced the other clan masters that I had the fabric ready for Karakol. This was clear, but representatives of the six clans noticed anti-Semitism right after coming to the banquet hall.

But the advent of a continental great-grandfather was enough to reassure them.

The total number of clans based in Elano is twenty-one. The remaining one-third of the clans were allowed to raise their hands, not Karakol.

“This · · · ·! ”

Citrio looks at me like I'm dying. A glowing glare gave off a very lifelike aura.

It is a technique called Qi Xiang.

A year ago, I might have sat down with my legs loose, but at the time, I am not the same as I am now.

I shouted aloud.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the audience! Although this is not a banquet I hosted, I want to tell you one thing, because this is what happened. ”

I looked at it with a wide range of intrigue, awkwardness, sarcasm, curiosity, · · and depth.

“Our seven clans will stand together against the Karakol Clan, who will devour Elano. Soon, the civil war in the kingdom of Gleasia will be an even better stage to hide who Elano's knowledgeable guardian is. ”

“ · · ·! ”

On the surface of the civil war everyone was resting from, there was a huge disturbance in the left.

I point to those who surrounded Citrio as if it were a guard.

“You might want to reconsider working with Karakol. Do you really think Elano can be treated like this after she's been invalidated? It would be great if you could get paid for your good cooperation. ”

“Well, that's · · · ·. ”

The first representatives of Beldeor and Celtica who supported Karakol were greatly embarrassed.

They were the only two who remained intact as Karakol's clan in their original history.

No matter how big the clans got, the high places were finite, and Citrio was a cold leader. The vast majority of resources that are under-contained cannot be accepted as executives.

In other words, the remaining 19 clans, whether they cooperate or not, are destined to fall short after the end of the civil war.

Representatives from each of the distressed clans are now coming this way.

“We can't leave the honor of our clan to others if we do nothing like this. The Deborah Clan supports the Blissful Clan! ”

“The Caval Clan. It's the lower east gate.”

The portal is open.

Since then, the situation has been reversed rapidly.

Sixteen clans on our side.

Here, the Blissful Pearl Clan is small. It is a calculation that if you overcome Karakol, you do not have to worry about being swallowed whole.

“ · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Citrio looks at me with his eyes closed. Although he was eager to wander the streets right now, his political predisposition was important to him.

There will be no trend here, as there are serious external giants.

Soon after, he sighs.

“This feast, which should be fun, has become the site of the Declaration of War. You can't keep your teeth out in the open. ”

Citrio shakes his hand, and the Karakol clans surround us. He's trying to force her out.

He stares at Ebel and says,

“You will pay for this soon enough, Lord Stroke. ”

“That's exciting. ”

His great-grandfather laughed ferociously.

6.

The banquet is over.

Kwaguang!

Citrio smashes the table in the Oval Office. Karakol's executives stared at the scene with a firm look.

Adelio bows.

“I have nothing to say, Father. Obviously, however, the spies dispatched to Blissful have reported nothing more than that. ”

“I don't want to hear a goddamn excuse right now. How much impact do you think this will have on the future of civil war? And what do you think we're going to do? ”

“· 17 clans combined, including · Blissful, are not nearly enough for us. There are no significant variables because there are three months until civil war. ”

“That's under the assumption that they don't draw foreign forces, right? ”

“· · Yes. ”

Blood vessels rose from Citrio's forehead.

“From the looks of it, the nephew of the fucking duchess has been sharpening his blade for a long time. There is no guarantee that the Duke of Stroke will not be deeply involved in civil war. ”

Aiden, who entered a traditional but sophisticated Blissful, and cleared his debt, retired from his post as a commander, and a spy who somehow caught his eye and ears.

All puzzles were solved in his head.

All the reliefs the Duke of the stroke family has in place to make it to the center.

7.

“Master Altus didn't care about me. ”

“Hmph, there's a difference of views. It's only natural that my side should be more vigilant. ”

Ebel snorts at the words of Aiden at the banquet hall.

A week from that.

Tales of citrio, ebel and two continents began to float among the ruffians of the central continent.

“Did you hear? The clans of Elano are united against Karakol in the impending civil war. They say Citrio Altus and Evel Stroke are going to have a good fight there. ”

“Oh, is that so? If that story is true, I don't know how long it's been since I've had a duel match. ”

It was just a rumor.

But it's a very interesting topic.

A continent of twelve is considered to be the strongest of the three. But paradoxically, the opportunity to show off the strength underlying the assessment is diminished over time because of its social position.

Twenty girls who are recognized by the Fighting Church naturally follow many followers, and over time, they cannot behave without being tied to various interests.

If two people really come together in a civil war, the victory and defeat of the battle will rise and fall on the mouths of three people for decades.

“I've covered enough for you, Uncle. ”

The muttering Iden heads to the reception room to greet guests visiting the Blissful Clan House.

The first is a priest from the Public Church that manages clan conflicts.

And the second was sent by Isabella, Princess of the Kingdom of Gleasia.

That is, it is three-way face to face.

“Submaster of the Blissful Clan, Aiden Stroke. ”

“I am Alexander Viacres, the palace's rightful heir to the royal family of Gleasia, who supports Princess Isabella. ”

Iden and Alexander made a simple greeting. They swallowed and looked at the lion from the Holy Land.

At the end of his gaze, there was a woman who looked like she was in her early 30s.

Long blue hair tied like a ponytail, bright height for women, a neat but slightly stiff face, and a presence deemed special from birth in each church ─ An adult's clothing.

And crucially, a blue scarf with a 'scale’ emblem.

“Flora macrotti, mediator of the Holy See and Public Church. ”

Aiden narrows her eyes.

Since the matter is an issue, the Holy See expected the High One to come, but bigger than I thought.