Isekai Taneuma

Waltstein's white horse has returned to the border town. On behalf of the Adventurers Guild, Scarsaha, who continued to protest against the Imperial soldiers surrounding the city, interrupted when he found it and rushed back to him.

Didn't say anything about going out, but the fact that you flew out of town at that time probably meant you were headed for the Reich. After chasing him to listen, he deliberately circled around the city square in Aima to stand out, saying to the refugees who were gathered there.

"Listen! Outside Imperial troops will be withdrawing in the next couple of days. But it's temporary, and I'll be back in a day. I'm getting out of this city and heading for the Brave Leader. I am a former Imperial soldier, but I am a mercenary now. I intend to go to new heavens and earth to fly a flag. There are monsters and beasts roaming the streets in the woods, and they will be quite a force. There is no guarantee of life. Perhaps you should stay in this city. But they still want to get out of this city with all their hopes at stake. Get to me!

Waltstein said so and pulled the strings of his horse. A large white horse stood up and whimpered. The refugees who were staring at the situation remembered what they had just said and began a conversation with Kosovo as they gazed at their neighbors.

Maybe we're talking about getting to him or what we're going to do. Waltstein's speech was eventually delivered like a wave by the people in the square.

"Is that true?

Scarsaha rushed over and said the most about the opening. Waltstein jumps off his horse and leaves the rope with his former subordinate, who left the Imperial Army with him.

"Oh, I've just been negotiating with my successor. Bastard, I used to hang out at first, but eventually I broke up and pulled out the words I just said... but, as you know, it's just for one day. In the meantime, I have to pack my bags and get out of here."

"Even so, thank you. Well done, Walt."

Scarsaha praised his contribution with a generous expression. After all, it was blocked in all directions until now. Suddenly, the city was surrounded by renegade promises, leaving no room for refugees to escape. Even if it was a spider thread, it was definitely better than nothing.

That, too, was because the refugees were drowning. When Waltstein was dismissed, I should have remembered the sense of crisis and fled quickly, but once it was safe, people wouldn't move. Everyone will be. If your safety is guaranteed, it's better to stay put than to continue on an unexpected journey. After the city's offensive, the refugees, who had everything gone too well, must have forgotten their place without knowing it.

"In the end, are the refugees leaving?

As they were discussing it, miners who were working to rebuild the city talked. Originally built on the streets for trade, this city is not a refugee camp. The reconstruction project was carried out by men working in the coal mines around the city who were originally using the city, and refugees who had escaped the war were joining them and trying to do it in a new way.....

"Isaac XII is lacking in appeal, and he really wants to show off the refugees in order to tighten his territory. If I stay here, it won't be a bad result."

"I'm sorry. I came so well."

"Originally, when I fought the Empire, it was impossible to stay here. If I could just tighten it a little harder... yeah, shit! I can't help but say what's over."

Some coal miners and refugees seem to have lovers who vowed to the future. Those two are separated at the convenience of politicians. I want to do something about it, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Talking like that, there was a movement in the Imperial Army outside. The soldiers who surrounded the city retreated toward the other side of the main hill. Among them were those who shouted that they had not heard such a story, but perhaps they were the officers sent by XII.

It appears that Caligula kept his promise to Waltstein and withdrew his troops without turning down the new Lord Hermes. Conversely, in 24 hours, it will come back.

"Time limit is tomorrow morning. If we don't get out of this city by then, the refugees will be used to make a fool of you. That's why I'm acting Guild Leader (Scarsaha). Why don't you recruit someone by tomorrow morning and get them out of town?

"I see. But are you good? If you come with us, you may turn your back on the Empire. If you're the escort, we have an adventurer, so you don't have to do that...?

He's building a traffic surface.

"It's a boat. Can you pull it back now? It's the Empire that fired me, isn't it? When I came back, my post wasn't left."

I was invited to Caligula the other day, and that was a clear lie, but Waltstein said it without giving me a gift. The priest Skarsaha thanked the man for his perseverance.

"Thank you. I don't know what's going to happen, but I'll keep a record of this as a debt to the Adventurer Alliance. I will thank you in some way."

I see. Thank you. "

"Aren't you going to be an adventurer when you get there? It could be much more exciting than a mercenary."

"That's what you think when you get there. If you're floating now, you'll get your feet kicked."

"That's right... let's tighten our minds."

Thus, the remaining Scarsahs in the border city organized an instant caravan to send the last refugees to the brave side. Although some of the adventurers who were active in offensive warfare remained, it was expected that it would be difficult to bring a large number of non-combatants, including the elderly and women and children.

Still, there was no other path left for them, so I was able to recruit fighters from among the refugees and somehow build enough strength to fight monsters in form alone.

In particular, Waltstein, who was laid off by the Empire and lost his place, and the mercenaries who followed him were very reliable.

On behalf of Leonardo, Scarsaha, who had been tasked with evacuating the city, had his horses run early on his departure. As a result, the city's Alliances fought the Empire and were forced to withdraw from Hermes territory, but other Alliance branches in the Empire were advised to stay at their discretion.

Now that you've spoken to Empire politics, you'll have to look hard at the Empire Adventurer Alliance in the future, but if all the branches retreat, you won't be able to respond if anything happens in the future. Therefore, it is a directive that I want you to eat as much as possible. The Adventurer Alliance's biggest weapon is in its network.

Scarsaha sent this circular only to the neighboring Adventurers Guild. The Guild Branch that receives it will also send a message to the neighboring Branch. In this way, even if one piece of information takes time, it will eventually spread around the world. Only the Adventurer Alliance in the world can provide this kind of flexible information relay.

So the information that she eventually withdrew from this city will soon reach Leonardo, who is somewhere else. Knowing that, she hoped it would help him hit the next stone.

The next morning, the refugee caravans of Scarsaha, who had brought the refugees, were making their last call on the plains, a short distance from the city. If we were going to take the brave, we would have said this was the last time, but eventually not all the refugees came together.

It was obvious that if we stayed here, Isaac XII would have returned to his original territory and forced him into harsh labor. However, on balance, they were also anxious to go through dangerous forests to unknown lands.

The anxiety cannot be dismissed as cowardice. It was unfortunate to work so hard, but with the choice to leave them behind, Scarsaha had to move on.

Anyway, we did good. As he was preparing for his departure, one of the guards noticed a few rides coming along the street. Judging from the uniform, it must be an Imperial soldier.

After hearing the sentry's voice, Waltstein took his weapon and jumped out of the caravan. However, he noticed that he recognized the black deer hair running at the head and lowered the gun in his hand.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to surprise you. I'm not allowed to come here alone."

"Master Warrior! Long time no see!

It was Soyi Rikyu, famous as an Imperial General Staff Officer and a direct report of the Emperor, who came here. A man who once served as his operational staff in the battle against Lord Hermes and was called a military master by his surroundings. After the Hermes War, I should have returned to the Imperial Capital.....

"I heard that the new Lord Hermes was behaving youthfully, and I was wondering if you might be in trouble, but you didn't have to."

"What the hell! You came all the way out here for me!?

The black man on black deer hair stepped off the horse with a smiling smile and shook hands with the rushing Waltstein.

"Life is just for a little while. It is because I am a tea man who does his utmost to meet those times. It was an unbearable humiliation for me to be forced to renege on my promise, and I came to speak to the new commander, who told me that you would be traveling today. No, I'm glad we made it."

I see. You were worried about the refugees here. "

"Yes, because the negotiation was what I suggested. You kept your promise, and you kept my honor. Thank you very much."

Stop it, you sneaky bitch.

Waltstein twisted his body as if the middle of his back was itchy, and slapped his back on a break. He rubs his back with the gin and heat.

"Are you going with them to Blabrand?"

"Ah, I can't take care of you like this."

"Master Left... if it's true, I'd like to be with you, but this life is dedicated to His Majesty the Emperor. We cannot leave the Empire without His Majesty."

"Never mind. I mean, nobody's expecting that."

"By the way, there's something I'd like to tell you instead of saying goodbye... let me borrow your ear for a moment"

"What is it, change it?

As Waltstein approached his face, Rikyu continued to whisper softly so that the Imperial soldiers he had brought would not hear.

"... the new commander, Caligula, is a Nomad (Bagabond). And the man who followed him, Francisco Pizarro, seems to be from another world like me."

"... what? Caligula's a wanderer? But... isn't he a priest? I've never heard of a Nomad priest."

However, if you say so, it is surprising that that unusual man is a wanderer from his appearance. Nomads, like the heroes they defeated, are each coming with a broken ability.

As I felt during my visit yesterday, loyalty to the Caligula Emperor is probably low. Giving such a man command of the Imperial Army… Even if the Imperial Council is a bunch of idiots, was the Emperor really happy with it?

Waltstein thinks about that while making the traffic.

"But Pizarro really has to be careful."

"... hmm? He did?"

I remember Pizarro's name. He was a lieutenant when he was commander. He was somehow a normal man, but he was good at reading extraneous words, taking ten if I said one thing, so he was a valuable messenger officer.

I thought he was a strangely smart guy, but I see, if they say he's a wanderer, he'll come. However, in Waltstein's impression, I didn't think he was such a careful man....

"I've been suspicious since I found that name in the army. The man had decided to light his lunch as a soldier, but he wasn't supposed to be capable (Bagabond) and smoking in that position."

"Isn't it just that you're not interested in the world?

Then he shook his head and said that it was a bad holiday.

"In fact, in the previous life, me and that man were living together at the same age. It just so happens that I had an exchange with a missionary from his native country, and I heard his name… according to him, he was a hero of the great power (Spain) of his time, and people called him the Conquistador with awe."

"Conqueror...."

"It is not surprising that such a person is living a thin and vague way of life with clear cultivation and rain reading on their own. I don't know what he's up to... but remember, if there's anything in the future that stands in front of you, he's never gonna make it."

"... let's remember the liver"

Skarsache, who had finished his final call to the caravan during that time, called Waltstein to leave when they were facing each other. After he answered the voice,

"Apparently, it's time. Sorry to bother you, but I can't afford a cup of tea."

"Never mind. I'll drop you off here."

Waltstein nodded at the words and turned back his heel, but as he went two or three steps, he stopped in regret.

"... maybe next time we'll be enemies. The tea you put in my team was delicious....."

"That's the biggest compliment as a tea man."

So... that's how they all turned their heels back. No more goodbye words.

The refugee caravan finally entered the forest. From here on out, we don't know what's going to happen in areas where the state has no power. Of course, the guards were there when the monsters attacked, but it wasn't enough. So those who could fight among the refugees had weapons and used them as a reserve in the event of an emergency, but when the time came, it was very doubtful whether they could fight.

Because the number of caravans was about 500, but most of them were old people and women and children. Even if there was an adult male once in a while, he was drinking it and had some problems. Originally, there were more than 10,000 refugees before the war began, so the people who remained were like exiles.

People who cannot leave the forest with escorts in the first place. People who don't know if they can work even if they go there. People who have no family other than themselves. And the old people and children who were abandoned by their families... there were so many of them.

It was such an army, but the Empire gave it to me for only one day, so I had no choice. Fortunately, the only salvation was the lack of an Imperial pursuer.

On the way, I encountered monsters several times, but while I managed to repel them, the refugee caravan went smoothly down the streets of the Great Forest. In the evening, there were elderly people who didn't even know how to light the fire, or children who cried because they missed their mother, and it seemed like they were doing day care services, but on the contrary, they felt comfortable without feeling sad.

But just because these people have gone to the brave realm, I don't know if they'll make it... Valenstein had no choice but to wonder if the Adventurer Alliance is doing well.

By the way, even with a sip of bravery, there are thirteen clans there. Bray Brand was a federal state like the United States.

Arma Betta Carla Enma Fabia Fiore Linda Lucia Paola Pierra Rebecca Serena Viola. Originally a patron of brave men, the gold has been nobled to the throne, each with its own politics in a narrow but territorial area as large as Hokkaido. Thirteen of them are brave men's kingdoms.

Originally said to be a golden aristocracy, it is quite authoritative since 300 years have passed since the founding of the country, and the law will change if the country is different. It may be closer to the EU than to the United States. Because such a fragmented country was gathering, certain rules were needed, such as currency exchange, customs duties, and exchange of criminals, which were decided by the central federal parliament.

By the way, Leonardo is not a family. Originally, he was part of the heroic party during the demon king crusade and a big patron during the cultivation project. After the death of the brave, everyone admitted that he was the only legitimate successor, but whether he had a memory of the previous life or was reluctant to allow Ser Hermes, he decided to hide away from the politics of complex convoluted thoughts.

Instead, every clan had his Adventurer Guild branch, and all kings (chiefs) had faces. The Brave Leader avoided clan feuds and, for economic reasons, relied on mercenaries without a standing army. The Adventurer Alliance recruits when things go wrong, so the Alliance is in a faction-like position. Some clans hate it and secretly gather private soldiers, but if there are 13 countries, there will be no choice if such countries emerge.

That's why the Adventurer Alliance has contacts with all the lords of the Brave Realm. Therefore, since Leonardo decided to rescue the refugees in the city, the reception system was in place, and the refugees were first gathered in the Alma Nation at the entrance to the Warrior's Land, from which they were supposed to be distributed among the 13 clans.

Therefore, this time, the faces of the Scarsaha Adventurers Guild, which brought the last refugee caravan, would have been clearer and more helpful if we had taken the refugees there....

However, it was an unexpected, disconnected attitude of the Alma Nation that took about a week to somehow welcome them through the great forest and reach the Alma Nation.