Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortif

My youngest brother crushed the dragon.

Having heard the report, I was able to accept it strangely and honestly.

Originally, I would say no to bullshit first. But if you're talking about Van, I can convince you somehow.

An elite, eight-year-old boy with three knights and an old butler, a maid and a child of a slave. Poor villages on the border that don't know when they're going to disappear.

Everyone would have imagined coming home crying in less than a year.

He's just an eight-year-old boy, anyway.

But the van ruled the poor village on the border and crushed the dragon. His Majesty the King admits it.

Is there anything so pleasant?

I was unexpectedly overflowing with tears.

"... you're crying, young man. Do you regret your brother's taking care of you first?

Asked by His Majesty with a smile, I shake my neck from side to side.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty. The opposite is true. I am very proud to know and dazzle my brother as he grows up through adversity. He hasn't been normal since he was a kid. But that never turned out to be a visible result... but now it's not. No one will ever think of Van as a normal child. He....."

Cut off the words, raise your face, and look straight into His Majesty's eyes.

"He's a hero of dragon slaying."

It was a heartfelt dialogue.

His father raised his eyebrows to the words, but His Majesty blinked his eyes funny.

"Really? In a way, he's not as greedy as Baron Van. I have heard that the second son and the third son inherited the Marquis's blood in abundance, but it certainly seems that my father's ambitions have not been inherited much."

That said, His Majesty returns his sight to his father.

"Marquis, why bother when there are three contenders for the governor?

"Ha... well..."

Failing to gauge the sincerity of His Majesty's words, Father answered ambiguously. His Majesty then nodded deeply and laughed.

"There you go, Marquis Fertilo. Why don't you raise the Marquis with the Sir, who will still be in active service for a long time, and a second son and three sons who are blessed with even more talent?

"... what do you mean... you can't let Murcia be independent?

That's what my father said, and I couldn't help but say, "Eh."

I've never been scolded by an intense father. Sometimes they called me incompetent.

But I can't believe the King told me to leave the house.

I look down at the ground, anxiously crushed.

Cold sweat from the forehead fell on the ground, creating stains.

Independence?

I can't. I don't have that kind of knowledge or experience. No, Van jumped out of that adversity. It may be wrong for me to complain.

But I'm not sure. Just imagine making a loud noise that hurts your heart.

I stole a glimpse of my father's face, anxiously trying to crush him.

Whatever the King's word, it concerns the next lord of the Marquis. You should be able to say no unless you have a good reason.

That's what I thought. I lost my word when I saw my father's face.

Right in front of him was a father who thought away from His Majesty's eyes.

Why are you lost?

The answer is clear.

To avoid three brothers fighting over the throne of their successors. The story of killing each other with brothers comes to my ears, and above all, my father is actually experiencing it.

My father, who killed his brother and took the throne of the LORD, was once confused with the anecdote and the Lord of Fresh Blood.

My father, who had become a Marquis, began to avoid such scandals. There is also the aspect of banishing Van who was judged incompetent.

Then the answer my father chooses...

"I see. We don't know if we can be independent, but let's wait and see what happens to the lords of one town. However, this is your suggestion. May I have a cubel for Murcia, one of the towns in the territory of Count Ferdinate....."

That said, my father had an unbelievable smile.

My father quickly let go of me, wondering what His Majesty the King was thinking.

No, even if it was independent, did you think I could use it conveniently?

Either way, he agreed to get me out of the Marquis.

The fact feels like it's getting dark in front of you.

And His Majesty opened his mouth.

Hmm, cubels. Sure it's not bad, but stay close to Sir's territory. Then your son will be worried. "

"Ha? Yes, no, that kind of thing...."

In His Majesty's troubled way, Father twisted his neck without measuring his sincerity.

His Majesty nodded loudly and laughed that he had come up with something deliberately good.

"That's right. I've come up with something good. Sir's son, Baron Van, was just building a new village at the edge of the Marquis. Why don't we just get him there for now? It would be easier to get worried and go and see how things are going. They're almost in the same place."

That's what I said, like a joke.

His servant's father's smile convulses.

"Oh, you're joking... If you put two people in the same place, it wouldn't be independence. If it encourages self-reliance and grows, is it the best environment to make poor villages like Van stronger on their own?"

"Would the town of Cubel be inappropriate? That's the end of the Earl's Landing, but it's a town that's responsible for the vital supply of defensive bases. Where do we need to put it in a place that's small or rich?

"Well, that's... well, there's a deputy ahead, and I think about how to make the governance that I've done better than before, and by increasing tax revenues myself, growth and..."

"Hmm. That's funny. I told you earlier that a poor village is better, but this time I will say something different. So, anywhere?

His Majesty laughed ill and asked his troubled father.

Perhaps the father, who has been heavily used by His Majesty, misunderstood the meaning of his words. I read the back of His Majesty's words and thought I could take the Earl's Land for further reasons, but that was not the case.

But if so, where is His Majesty's true will?

What are you thinking, trying to get me away from the Marquis? No wonder I didn't suggest this because I hate it.

Looking at the interaction between the two with a painful stomach, my father unexpectedly raised his eyebrows to the ground.

Then quietly open your mouth.

"... No way, Your Majesty. I don't think so, but Van deserves more border protection than I do... do you think so...?

It was a heavy, bloody voice.

I've never seen such a father's voice or his angry face.

But His Majesty did not change his attitude at all and waved with a laugh.

"Hahaha! That's not true, Marquis Jarpa. I don't know anyone else who fought as well as the Lord and served my kingdom. I simply found a boy named Van interesting. Besides, this story depends on what happens to the desk. If the scudette is taken, and the kingdom is trampled upon by the Yelinetas, it will be impossible to say such a long story."

His Majesty, who said that and put out his smile, simply lowered his head deeply.

If they gave it to me, I couldn't say anything.

Even though I knew it in my head, my father didn't say anything about keeping me in the Duke's house, and I kept whirling in my head.