Herscherik

There are many countries on this continent, large and small. One big country among them is east, west, north and south.

The first is the Confederation of the South, the Confederation of Lustia. It is a country in which many races, including beasts and sub-races, except men, have created nations and formed alliances with each other.

The second is the eastern military, the Ferbork military. Militarism and meritocracy, this country has swallowed up neighbouring countries due to its military power and has expanded its national territory at an alarming rate.

The third is the Empire of the West, the Atorad Empire. The dictatorship with the emperor at its apex has the second oldest history on the continent. From that history there were numerous factions in the country and a power struggle had broken out, but a few years earlier the former emperor had come to his feet, a young man who had just taken office, but the emperor had demonstrated his capable political skill and stabilized the interior of the country.

And finally, the kingdom of Gracis, known as the Great North. With the oldest history and vast national territory on the continent, the largest nation with an army commensurate with it has been the most powerful nation on the continent for many years. But in recent years, it has also shaded its reputation. The kingdom, immersed in the warm water of peace for a long time, became more corrupt than inside. Aristocrats are the tyrants, kings are the fools, and the country just leans. It was whispered by the neighbouring countries as a 'worrying power'.

The Principality of Parche is a maritime state flanked by the sea to the north and west, the Kingdom of Gracis to the east and the Atorad Empire to the south and two huge nations.

The Principality of Parche is made up of two chambers, the House of Lords, with the Duke of Parche as its apex, and the House of Representatives, with the Lords as its main assembly. A country where nobility and the people work hand in hand and work together, sometimes bumping opinions, and where nobility and the people are incisive. The Duke of Parche has a stronger significance than the apex of the country: he bridges nobility with the people and is a summariser of opinions.

The Principality of Parche excelled in trade and diplomacy, and for many years it was sandwiched by kingdoms and empires without becoming a part of either country and maintaining friendly relations and distances with both countries.

The person now known as the Duke of Parche and Duke of Parche was an elderly man who was about to celebrate his seventies. The man finished reading the two letters placed on the table in front of him and roared as he stroked the mustache stored in his chin.

Both elderly women in the glasses of representatives of the House of Lords, who had refrained from doing so on the side, and the magnificent men of the House of Representatives stare at the letter with similar faces.

"Now, what is it?

"...... don't you just have to do as I say?

The Lady of the House of Lords takes it as one of the letters as she retouches her glasses with a nervous gesture.

"Just do as it is written here and Parchet will sell them a lot of thanks.

"But are you sure?

Yes, it was the man who gave birth to the inert mustache, the representative of the House. He was a representative of the House of Representatives, but he was also a man of the sea, so his skin was burnt in wheat and he was dressed in a superior costume, which made him a little uncomfortable. But he doesn't care about anything like that, so he takes the letter he left at the table.

"I've been interacting with a lot of countries for years, but I started doing this.... very funny.

Laughing at him, he creates an atmosphere as if he were a boy, even though he is magnificent. But the woman put her glasses back on with an unpleasant expression.

"Doesn't fun have anything to do with the interaction between a country and a country?

The man laughs and shows in meaningful ways at the words of a sharp, cold woman.

"You know that, don't you? This secret book itself is a lot of fun.

Saying so, the man flickers the letter and then drops it on the table.

"There's going to be a storm in the Kingdom of Gracis.

I guess I have absolute confidence in the word. The man laughed joyfully and the woman glanced uncomfortably off. But she knew too. The fact that this man made it look like a joke statement on this occasion actually fired upon him, as well as the fact that this letter is going to be deeply involved in the future relationship between his country and the Kingdom.

The woman turns to Lord Parchet.

"Public, how do you like it? The content is the content and we cannot convene Parliament…………………"

To her words, Lord Parchet deeply engraves the wrinkles between her brows. And communicate the conclusions.

"…… because you don't mind? This is some kind of bet. You don't like gambling, do you?

A man asks funny questions. Lord Parchet carved more wrinkles in his wrinkly face and nodded.

At dusk it is the deacons, knights and magicians, and four of their lords, who are in the intertwined room that completely blocks them from the outside world.

The butler distorted his face in a grumpy manner, and the knight is gripping and releasing the pattern of a sword that has been swept apart whether he is restless with a worrying look. The magician sat on the couch with no expression, but if he was close, he found that his expression was stiff.

The magician opened his mouth first.

"Why do I have to see you all in danger?

The magician's words represented the heart of the butler and the knight. Now the three of them were pointing their gaze at the Lord, who sat in the chair, because all their gazes were blamed even as they cared for the Lord.

The Lord, who gazed at the three, shook his head beside his bellies.

"I won't stop, never.

I assure you so. The first person to break when he saw the Lord like that was a knight.

"I wouldn't ask if I told you...... give up.

In the words of the knight, the magician, his gaze immobilized and opened his mouth again so much that a hole drilled the earlier Lord.

"I'm not convinced.

That was also what those present here thought, except the Lord. A newcomer among the three, the magician could not understand what the Lord preferred to jump into danger himself. But it was he who was here who denied it.

"You wouldn't, because Hershey wants to.

It was the butler who said it with a grumpy look and a sigh of giving up tone. Being the most ancient of the three, he was familiar with the character and nature of the Lord.

"Don't you stop when you have to bake the care of scattered hershes on a daily basis?

The butler's eyebrows move picklessly in the sort of magician tone he made a fool of himself. And cold eyes reflected the magician.

"Shut up, magical madness.

"……… We're going to burn it?

A magician puts up a blueprint and stares at the deacon's words. The knight who stood in between like that shrugged his shoulder like he was sick of it.

"Don't pinch me. Please."

It's new to my memory that I used to go in and stop the two of you trying to start a fight and look at your painful eyes. After that, he was a knight who was only careful not to cause damage around him and was determined to leave him alone.

Deacon takes his gaze off the magician and looks to the Lord.

"But magical fools are better. I still got him……………"

"No, I can't.

The Lord blocked the word of the butler.

"Absolutely not. That doesn't make any sense.

The Lord overlaps words strongly. And once I closed my eyes and opened them, I looked at my bellies.

"Thank you for your concern. But I have everyone, so it's okay.

The Lord makes you smile as usual. To that smile, my bellies couldn't say anything anymore.

It is clear from anyone's eyes that the Lord has no doubt whatsoever and has absolute trust in them.

"So I want you to help me.

The bellies could not but snort at the Lord's words that followed.