Herscherik

The market was filled with things, the castle town was full of people, and the King's capital, with the laughter of its children, had sweetened the peace like a great power.

Upstairs inside the library with the pleasant spring sun slipping out the window after noon. A child was in formation for the most sunny seats.

The thin golden hair, as if spinning the spring sunshine pouring over her head, was aligned to the extent that her ears were hidden, and her face was as young as a girl could see it wrong, neat and beautiful. The emerald-like eyes sprouting in spring, nestled in its face, follow the letter of the book spread out in front of its eyes.

His name is Hershelik Gracis, the seventh prince of this country.

He is now seven years old. He is withholding admission to the college next year. But the book he was reading now was a highly challenging book about the contents of historiography that did not correspond to Hershelik's age. Hershelik was not tired of books with difficult content that would be thrown out immediately by children, but rather proceeded to read them in recognition of a smile that looked interesting.

There was another reason why he was a typo addict.

He is the one with memories of his previous life, the one who was reincarnated and his previous life's name was Ryoko Hayakawa. Born in a country called Japan in the world where Earth exists, she was a female clerk who worked for a certain listed company and died in a car accident the day before she celebrated her thirty-fifth birthday. And of this world, where magic exists, he was born a prince of one of the greatest powers on the continent.

Seven years early I was reincarnated into this world. Knowing the current situation in this country when he was three years old, he continues to fight every day against the darkness that nests in the country every day using his knowledge from his previous life. And the other day, thanks to him and his men, there's also a new credit for preventing church terrorism. He is now a soaring royalty in the country, from children to the elderly.

Even if he looks like a seven-year-old, his spirit will be in his thirties, rather he will be in his forties if he adds his reborn age, he won't feel uncomfortable reading a specialty book like the one that historians read.

However, because of the appearance of a seven-year-old child, it can be seen as strange from time to time, but today there was someone more prominent than Hershelik on his side, so he was never exposed to that gaze.

Hershelik looks sideways at the person sitting across from him.

He was a person with long pure white hair that reflected the sun's rays and reached his glittering waist, amber eyes that looked golden, and perfect beauty that I could only imagine born to be described as loved by the Princess and Goddess of the Dungeon. It would have captivated tens of thousands of men just to smile, but unfortunately his gender is genuine and he is also famous within the royal castle for rarely even laughing lovingly.

He is Hershelik's lead magician and his name is called Weiss, and by the Lord he is called Shiloh. By the way, the lead butler is not here because of his clerical duties, and the lead knight is not here because of his face on the training ground.

Shiro, who was rarely supposed to laugh, sometimes had a precious smile and was passionate about stirring things in front of him.

"Silo, is that funny?

"Very."

"…… Is that so?

It's easy to end the Lord's words rudely, and stare into devouring what's in your hands.

It was Hershelik's now deceased Count Luzeria... a pocket watch of silver ancient beauty entrusted to him by Klaus.

Hershelik, an unfortunate specification in a royal family with no sense of exercise, no magic, and finally a full range of aesthetic shapes, is a convenient item that magic can be used without magic, but it turns out that this is actually a very valuable ancient legacy.

So I loved magic in general, and my colleagues told me that Shiro was very interested in this. Many ancient legacies do not function just because they are legacies. There are also a few that have been able to study and figure out how it works, restore and use it, but those that are in a state of heritage, like this pocket watch, were rare. That's why his magic nerd heart caught fire. As long as he has time, Shiro is examining the magic function of his pocket watch. Even now, I stroke my pocket watch around to take notes, do research with magic books, and work on stroking around again.

Even though she was beautiful from the looks of her eyes, stroking her pocket watch reminded her of a geek from her previous life, Hershelik kept her silence.

"Don't break it, okay?

Just give him some advice, and Shiro will just snort back. Hershelik doesn't pay attention to the relationship between the top and bottom, but it got a little rusty.

When Hershelik turns his gaze back on the book from him, the door that connects the library to the outside opens up in momentum.

When Hershelik pointed his gaze in the direction of the sound, it was the officer breathing with his shoulders who was in the open place.

Apparently, he's looking for someone. Looking over the library. It was just that the place where Hershelik was located was the middle upstairs part of the library, a position that was hard to see from him.

"What is it?"

Even if it seems troublesome, Shiro says. Earlier my upper mood lurked my eyebrows like a lie, sending a glance at a man who would be looking for someone.

"Come on? Looks like we're looking for someone, but it won't matter to us.

Hershelik, who finished her studies in the morning, came to the library because she had no plans for the afternoon. Today is a long time's favorite reading time for Hershelik, who usually voluntarily encourages study or explores the castle town, or acts in various secret ways. Hershelik said so and dropped his gaze on the book because he didn't know anything about it. But predictions are betrayed with the following words:

"Is His Highness Hershelik here!?

I was called out loud to say it was a library, and I heard a man in the script who was also a reading friend denouncing me. Hershelik sighs when he takes his gaze off the book and looks downstairs like that.

"…… it seems that I can take my time until today.

Yes, Hershelik shrugged and closed the book.

"Here it is.

It was Hershelik alone who was urged to do so by officials. Shilo, who had been with him until recently, acted differently because he asked his colleagues to tell him about it.

He must be intimidating all the different people because he was so grumpy when they picked up his pocket watch.

The way it looks comes to mind, Hershelik laughs dry. Shiro is a little from his birth… No, there is something quite human distrust, and because of his appearance, he is aggressive towards others.

(We need to do something about Shiro's communal handicap...)

I wouldn't even tell anyone to be loving, but it's a problem that he gets isolated from around. Even though it's floating because of its godly appearance.

(As for Shiro, I'll do something about it again... well, I wonder what this one will do.

I think so. Hershelik looks around the room where he entered.

It was a misplaced place for a young prince to come, roughly still, to be brought here by the officials who came to call him. The place where the heavy doors were opened was the floor for all the nobles and high-ranking officials involved in politics, generals, and kings.

(I hear this is not a glimmer.

Drawing the attention of everyone on the spot, Hershelik laughed invincibly as he disguised himself as a confused expression.

He shrugs his shoulders and leaks a sigh as if he's sick of the disturbing air flowing onto the floor.

(You can't really do that.

Yes, it was already the fifth time that Parliament had begun to whine in my mind.

Scratch up the short cut blue and gray hair, thinning the eyes of the same color and experiencing dilution. His name is Heath Blaze. He was a mercenary-raised general who became thirty-five this year, having grown a barren mustache.

He was a very peculiar general.

Firstly, there is little precedent per se for a mercenary ascending to the status of general in the Kingdom of Gracis. To put it further, he wasn't even willing to be a general. The next time my age was too young to be a general.

He was originally a mercenary of the mercenary guild, but it was at the beginning that he became a soldier considering his future stability.

When I was young, I could still be a mercenary. But as I was over twenty years old and getting older after twenty five, I began to feel anxious in old age. If you were to risk the same life for a job, you'd rather have soldiers hired by the country than dangerous and unstable mercenaries. I was lucky enough to recruit soldiers at that time, so I joined the army as it was. I got regular pay and vacation.

But his bright old age design will soon collapse.

The squad leader to whom he belonged lost his life in a battle. For this reason, Heath, who has experience as a mercenary, led the troops on his behalf, and gave them the merit of battle, and their achievements were bought and promoted to Squad Leader.

At this point Heath tilts her neck. His bright old age design didn't include promotion. He worked as a soldier without possibility or necessity, turned to the back when he was old to some extent, and when he was discharged, he was going to farm in the countryside and in the fields for a comfortable old age.

But I had no choice, I broke up with the long ones to keep them rolled up for now, and Heath did the captainship without a hand either. However, due to the death of a platoon leader who was his own boss in another operation, he once again commanded the squad on his behalf and promoted him to battle merit.

And the same thing happened next time, and I got promoted with the squadron leader, the captain of the battalion. At this point, it is an unusual promotion for a mercenary to rise.

At that time, he was blinded by General Roland Ordis, the head of the prestigious Ordis family, who was still active at the time, but lucky for him.

General Ordis took him for something. Heath was troubled by unscrupulous military operations from the side, and went to war under General Ordis. And when I realized it, the Marquis Ordis family had become a mercenary ascending general who had become a hindsight.

"Me, why are you a general..."

The deputy has witnessed Heath staring so far away and smoking one fool over and over again.

However, his deputy thought that no human being as competent as him as a general existed within the current Gracis Royal Army.

He's usually a pain in the ass, a boss who hates training, meetings and paperwork and pushes him, but because once he's on the battlefield, there's no one else he can count on.

If he stands on the battlefield, he will surely give him his kung fu.

The battle axe he shook on the battlefield dyed the earth red with enemy blood, protecting the people from external enemies. Good at reading battlefield flow again, fast decision making. The survival rate of his army soldiers was therefore not comparable to that of the rest of the army.

Soldiers keep their mouths shut that they can return to any battle if assigned to him.

That's what he was called an "undefeated general" by the country. All he could do was listen to it.

Heath, known as its undefeated general, is attending the meeting now. He said that he had just returned from his assignment the other day, but the king was also called to a meeting in which he was attending, and he couldn't hide in the clouds, so he took his seat.

It's uncomfortable because a serious deputy who refrained from kicking in the chair after taking a slightly less serious attitude.

The current agenda is a response concerning the deployment of troops along the border by the Atorad Empire southwest of the Kingdom.

"At present, the number of soldiers we have been able to ascertain on the border between our country and the Atorad Empire is approximately 10,000.

As soon as they hear the report, those on the spot take their breath. Except for Heath.

(It stinks recently, too...)

Heath squeaks in her heart like any other HR.

I can't say it's a big army. But it can't be just a skirmish at the border. The area is a place where kingdoms and empires have clashed many times. But it is also a skirmish of hundreds.

Originally southwest of the kingdom of Gracis and the kingdom, the Atorad powers have long been unfriendly relations.

The kingdom that receives the king and the empire that receives the emperor are the same where the lord of the kingdom is placed at the apex, but the political form is slightly different.

The kingdom of Gracis exists only as the apex of kings, but the power of the nobles is also strong and political. The Empire, on the other hand, is an emperor's dictatorship with the emperor at its apex. All policies are decided in one word by the emperor. The emperor is supreme, and when the emperor says black, white becomes black too. The Atorad Empire is the former ruler of absolute power.

Due to the life of the Emperor several generations ago, the Empire has waged war of aggression against the kingdom more than once. It varied greatly in size, but each time the kingdom defended itself from the invasion of the empire. Conversely, the kingdom has also waged many battles, but it had not achieved such results.

In recent years, it was a war that had become a major battle some 10 years ago. With hundreds of thousands of soldiers, the Imperial Army collapsed into the land of the kingdom. But the battle of Roland Ordis and other competent generals, known as the fiery generals who served as generals at the time, left 40% of the 100,000 soldiers behind and defeated the exotic earth.

Heath, who was twenty-five at this time, was also participating as a mercenary. The battlefield was a hell of a picture. Especially the disposable mercenaries were sent to the fierce battlefield and I thought they survived well. And then I said, "Oh, I'm gonna die before I become my grandfather. I thought," I decided to move to a soldier.

Then for less than a decade, there was civil unrest within the Imperial Army and no major invasion. But this time, the emperor, who suppressed the civil unrest and held power in his hands, plotted another invasion of the kingdom to show his prestige.

That information has already been supplemented by the Military Intelligence Office of the Kingdom of Gracis, which was consolidating its border defences from last year. But there is no way that 10,000 troops can be withdrawn from the border fortifications alone. The main issue on this agenda was the dispatch of troops to the border and the supply of supplies.

The fact that you are attending that military conference makes it easy to predict that you will lead that army, makes me laugh dry. Heath was kicked in the chair by the lieutenant in the back and back in the face, but that was the usual thing to do if that's all.

Everyone who holds the position of general except himself is noble. To them I am seen in a downward fashion even if I am the same general, and all the trouble is pushed. Heath just has to laugh because she did it without difficulty and is getting her current status.

But the occasion was different from the usual military debate.

Hiraki Heath moves her gaze. At the end of his gaze was someone who did not follow the atmosphere of the field. It also seemed to be the cause of the disturbing atmosphere in which he flowed indoors.

It is Hershelik, the last prince to have a puzzling look on his face. He was now surrounded and adulterated by his brother princes, left and right behind him in a seat set in the corner of the floor.

(There's something about this.

By and large, it is rare in itself for a king to participate in a military conference. If the opponent is an empire but 10,000 opponents, it is the usual course of action to raise a military council report within the military service and get a ruling from the minister and the king.

However, only this time, military meetings were held in which not only military officers but also other high-ranking officials, nobles, ministers and kings attended. Among them, the princes are heterogeneous.

There is a king with a youthful beauty when Heath turns his gaze to the upper seat. Silver hair like a collection of moonlight, superb emerald eyes, a worried and brilliant face that must be fatigued, King Solje, visible only in his twenties, was supposed to be in his forties, older than himself.

It was Marx, the first prince, who refrained from that side. The father's well-conceived face has a colour, his eyes are rugged and sharp, seemingly burning like flames, lustrous red hair, and the strength of his will to shine like polished superb red balls.

It was the Marquis Wolfe Barbasse, a minister, who would refrain beside the king to take such a stand against him. Heath is impressed by the fact that the hazelnut hair is carefully tended to and the eyes of the same color follow the documents held with her eyes, making the expression look harsh.

Heath knows what's going on in this country. But I'm not going to do anything. He's not involved in politics, he just protects the country. What he should defend is the country, the people, and never the king. That said, my deputy always tells me I don't have loyalty, but even my motives for joining the army were stable income and a leisurely old age, so it would be harder to be loyal.

However, if the power to protect the people is directed at the people, there is so much attachment to the country that I think it must be stopped.

(Now what happens.

Heath leaked a small sigh and the deputy who heard it kicked his chair again.