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"Duke. Why don't you come to the prairie? How long will the people of the Duchy of Crystal Palace be?

"I can't say exactly, but there are about half a million people"

"So how long will the empire and the republic be together?

"Even if it were all, it would be less than 10 million."

"Okay. Frey."

Frey, suddenly told the story, shook Pickle's shoulder, but he looked up at me with one knee.

"Yes, your Frey is here"

"The prairie, what is the area of the great wetlands to the north of it?

"It's vast. From Alfheim."

"Did you investigate in Gargoyle?

"Yes. Still not everything...... Because the Great Prairie and the Great Wetlands were the shrine where the Divine Birds lived and the place of contention with the Divine Dragon."

"Those guys are raging all the time...... Thank you, Frey."

Again, I turn to the Duke.

"Mr. Maximilian! I know that the honour and dignity of the Duchy of Crystal Palace are trampled upon! But I want to ask for it without shame or outside. Will you come to the prairie?"

"Great Mage... Lord Fujishima..."

"It's better than starving and worn out and dying! I know there's something I can't give away. But I wish. Live. I believe I can smile one day if I live."

Hit your head. Words that only convey thoughts are a mess. But it must tell you what I'm trying to say.

Not only the Duke, but also his proximity, and even the Oz, all had their mouths tied together and wrinkled between their eyebrows.

A lot of silence flowed, and the Duke rose up on the spot with Gathari, and walked to me.

So I turn my heels back and turn to the Crystal Palace leader.

"Finn, Archbolt, Meredith, Cameron.

Father.

Only Finn, his eldest son, returns the word to the Duke who has read the name of each of his men.

The other heads of state only nodded quietly, seemingly in reply to the Duke.

"Lord Fujishima!

"Huh..."

Maximilian with both hands and knees on the floor and a face up. Those blue eyes only looked at me.

I'm confused by his sudden movements.

"I will show you the way to live and I will not endure gratitude. We can live. How much can that save? Please, give my regards to the Principality. The people will be able to live happily ever after."

"Thank you for trying to take my offer. Domestic coordination, please."

I was saluting nature.

Just because you gave instructions, "We're going to the prairie," doesn't mean all the people of the Principality will follow you.

There will also be rebellion.

"Don't worry. There will be rebellion. But I will try to convince one more people."

"If it develops to civil unrest, I want you to let me help"

"Ha. How friendly is the Great Mage? But I respect that clean thought that the world has neglected."

The duke with a frantic grin finally stood up and now turned his body toward the head of Hildebrandt.

"Lord Oz. The territory of our principality will dawn. But let me have an evacuation period."

"The Duke. I have to coordinate with Oberonia, but I was wondering if I could promise you six months."

"A year. Could you make it a minimum of a year, if possible a two-year period?

Break into two conversations.

He said he was evacuating. That all the people will abandon their homeland and emigrate. You wouldn't be a demon clan who doesn't understand how painful that can be.

We've been trying to reclaim our land for years.

"Think about it. It would take more than a year from saving food, sourcing supplies, to complete the migration, wouldn't it?

"But the Great Mage"

How long do you think it'll take you to get a decent harvest after you emigrate? It takes more to get used to the new land.

You just wait two years and you don't have to do anything to get territory. What's wrong with that?

At some point, Frey, who had come beside me, shrugged in front of me when I went out to my throat to block all the boundaries with the Demons in my land.

"Saints. If you would accept the Duchy of Crystal Palace..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Frey. I know you're saying it with care, but I'm fine. Because my impression of the Demon Nation hasn't changed. I feel the same way about every race."

I guess my current exchange has made me think that I've hardened my feelings about the Demon Clan.

That's not true. We know that every country has its own circumstances.

"If you are a saint, I know that's what you think. Me and my inhabitants thought it was impossible, for example, to live in the prairie. But you have graced the Duchy of Crystal Palace... so have we... rude thoughts. Sorry......"

"Did you really mean you just wanted to come to Somerkand"

"Yes...... Whatever form this meeting was in, it was meant to ask the Saint. Before the meeting, I thought it would be inconvenient, so I kept quiet."

"But... is Frey some lord?

"I am ashamed to represent the Demon Nation of 20,000. It's one of the tribes on the border."

"You were! But convincing 20,000 people isn't something Frey's feelings can handle."

"No, the glory of the saints belongs to all my people."

Frey tides her cheeks like she's really intoxicated.

Hey, I have a bad feeling about this. Everybody's like Frey. Then I guess not.

"Okay. It's Samarkand's spirit not to refuse to come."

"Thank you!

"Except Frey will rule over the people he brings in."

"Oh, no... we want the saints to stand and guide us up there..."

"No. You know Samarkand's rule. Frey and the others will do the same."

"Wow, I get it... I can't help it..."

"Frey is the only one who can attend the assembly hall, just the compartment, let me consult with Maluburg and Rütier"

"Yes."

If it were 20,000, it would be more than Samarkand's current population.

I wonder if I would make a compartment somewhere around Somerkand. Does the Duchy of Crystal Palace divide the division between rulers about a day away from Samarkand?

In the case of the Principality of Crystal Palace, it would be better to divide it into several cities because it is too large.

"Mr. Maximilian"

"Yes."

"I know you heard me, but after I emigrate, I want you to lay down the same system of governance as before. I'm not gonna stand up there, but I need someone or two to serve in a place like the National Convention."

"But then, the Great Mage has nothing to gain."

"It's profitable. That we can all live in peace. I'd be very happy if you dumped a bunch of stuff in the trash."

Gorda, come on.

If you're involved in politics or governance, you shouldn't be a non virgin.

My aim is to devour sleep while moving my body in moderation, sometimes sweating and plowing it in the field.