Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Now, if you let Kaala hold the 'Iron Wall' Herman and lift him up in an attempt to fly through the sky and hurry to the Duchy of Rankt.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I scream wild, and I get in trouble because I've been gibbered up.

I didn't know you were afraid of heights, even though you would be the man who was the head of the Kingsguard Immortals who knew no fear.

"What, the world's most powerful guardian knight is an unexpected weakness"

"Mm, I can't. If only people didn't fly."

This kind of fear, I guess, is not rational.

I couldn't help it, so I decided to get him in a big cage and have Oracle and Kaala hold that in front and back to fly.

It's actually quicker to fly in a cuddle, but I can't help but be scared.

"Dear Silesier Brave, what happens if this crashes"

How scared of an empty journey, a man who was deposition-cooled even crossing with "The Sword of Ten Thousand" Louise is dashing cold sweat from his forehead with a blue face sometime.

I don't know if I should comfort you, but it's true, so I can't help it.

"Well, I wonder if I'd die normally"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hearing it, Herman, once again with a single cry, at one moment sat down as he had perceived, his eyes meditated and did not speak a word until he arrived in the Duchy of Rankt.

Ooh, even if you're afraid of the sky, what you can stand is just a guardian knight. Maybe he meditated and fled to the spiritual world.

Hellman, who had been sitting Zen in the air floating for a long time, probably by the time he arrived, had an objective face that he thought had reached some sort of enlightenment.

Well, specifically, my eyes went to the other world.

With a bloody blue-white face, he steps on the ground and whines about something he doesn't know like "nature, ground, self-thought..." or something.

If we don't get to the Imperial Capital soon, a cleric from the new sect of Arthama Church is going to be born.

Well, that's to say, the trip in the sky is fast and comfortable.

That's the one for Oracle, while some genius Kaara can use human flying magic in conjunction with demonic flying magic... he's eating a lot of my energy, so he flies fast.

Descending in the great hall of the white lacquered wall and red brick metropolitan rank, today we visit the castle of Lord Rankt without any leisure time to be sightseeing.

Citizens flew in, pointing at us, making noise, but letting it go, I'm wearing a hidden black robe, so don't stand out. What stands out is Hellman, the knight of the giant.

Yet again and again, I think it's a luxurious castle.

The Rankt family can't call it a palace because, on the form, it's the Duke of the Empire, but it can be considered a more luxurious castle than any king's palace.

The floor of the wide entrance hall is tiled with white and grey spotted marble in geometric pattern, leading to a glance of a red carpet as it continues through the centre.

To the left and right of the entrance, there are a wide range of stairs, and the upper floor leads to a balcony where the city of Rankt can be admired.

By the way, the collection of subtly arranged works of art is so luxurious that it sighs.

A mix of primitive pottery figurines and exotic and unique pieces that I find interesting to look at by the twister makes my husband look good in taste.

The castle also serves as a museum where the cultures of the east, west and north of the Eurasian continent meet.

There is also something to see in the art of woodworking, so even if I look at one of the patterns carved on the pillars, I'm roared. I wonder how much you spend on your hobby.

"Dear Silesier Brave, welcome to this"

Deacon Knight (Senecial) Kato, an old silver-haired gentleman who was always busy with the soothing aftermath of the princess knight Eleonora, came out. Exactly. You can't be concealing secrets here, so I'll give you a hood and say hi.

Today's Butler Knight (Senecial) loosens his usual majestic cheeks and looks unusual and serene.

"Well, I guess the presence of Mr. Cato means Eleonora's not around."

"Recently our territory has also been rough, so the princess has led her own soldiers around the territory to exorcise monsters and crack down on mobs."

"Um, are you okay"

"Hahaha, whatever Silesier's brave opponent is, there's no way 'Rankt's Battle Maiden' is going to fall behind his inferior orc or burglar crumbler opponent"

"No, I'm so worried about that."

"And say?

Mr. Cato asks with a strange face. No, I can't say anything either, but somehow.

Well, I wonder how the princess knight's paranoia works like this because it doesn't work for cruel fantasies (real fantasies).

"No, it's nothing. As for Eleonora, I wonder if the Duke of Emmehardt is at home."

"Ha, we'll take care of you now"

In the entrance hall, waiting to see the portrait of the historical Lord Rankt (from generation to generation, you're a big rich beauty family. Here, why the last generation has become a princess knight) came the duke with soft blonde hair and clear blue eyes.

The handsome duke, rich in a beautiful face with an even, fine face, not even willing to be jealous when it was decided so far, suddenly knelt at my feet when he fluttered.

"This is Silesier's...... no, my lord general! If you call me, I'll give you what you came for."

Fluffy, she was also elegant to float her fine silk long coat and poke her one knee, so she accidentally dropped her off in silence, but rushed her up.

"No, no, Lord Emmehardt, what happened?"

"We are no longer equal to His Excellency the King's minister. Until I showed you my gratitude."

For that matter, Mr. Cato is kneeling, too, when he sees that it was a normal response.

Well, if the monarch does, he'll have to.

I'm surprised we handled it too differently than before.

I even feel the speed, soberness of this Lord Rankt's transformation. That's right. I've just been sandwiched by empires and kingdoms and kept a rich principality.

Or maybe it's free to bow your head. This guy needs to be careful because he's not strong enough to compare to the direct eleonora.

Lord Emehardt's way of shaking himself since the defeat of the Germanian Empire was so skillful that he wanted to set an example.

After kicking the spent Empire's request for financial cooperation and leading the Union of the Hordes to secede from the Empire, he immediately entered the protection of the Silesier kingdom.

If it becomes a protected territory, there is no danger that it will be attacked by the Kingdom of Roland, a friendly country of Silesier, or by the Principality of Transhvania, and we can resume trading in the Tulbe, a lifeline.

In the possession of the old empire, devastated by the shortage of supplies during the war and the double punch of the shortage of settlement currencies after the war, only Lord Emehardt's ruling areas were able to restore security as soon as possible.

"In the meantime, can you be normal because it's difficult to talk to me"

"If Your Excellency so desires, overstepping."

You finally got up.

Anyway, I explain to the Duke that I need to talk to him. You can tell by the fact that I have the famous' Iron Wall 'Herman in the Empire.

Passed during a marbled glimpse of a luxurious exotic carpet.

Of course, I'm gonna put this one on the top seat. It's hard to talk about being tough, but the talks themselves ended smoothly.

"We sent a few messengers to the Fist King (Kenduo) Dyson, who is putting together the Reichstag traitors and naming the new emperor, but they were all slaughtered and killed. The Alliance of the Horses may assist in rescuing the old emperor and his granddaughter because they are enemies at any rate."

"Uh, Fist King?

Lord Emmehardt laughs at the need to explain from there.

"A fist man's emperor is a perfectly joking honor... but there are slaves in the imperial capital who are traditionally called fistfighters. I don't like it in barbaric customs, but people in the Empire like to let slaves fight (boxing) in the Coliseum anyway."

"I see you're still entertaining like an ancient Roman gladiator in this day and age"

I still think it's better to let him fight with a fist fight than to kill with a sword, but he's a slave. I guess it'll be a death game if it gets exciting anyway.

"Fist guys are slaves we use to beat each other up. Dyson, who claims to have received a Zen concession from the captured old emperor, calls himself an emperor more than a fist man."

"It's the end of the line."

Even in ancient Rome, we learned in history that there was a gladiator rebellion, but it should have been suppressed without being king.

A time when a fistfighter's slave can be an emperor. It's not a downward noise. This is the end of the country.

"As in the Silesier Congregation, we created a criminal unit that we put out of jail and a unit that gathered fighters who were slaves to use in the defense of an empire that became thin. It was a rush to stay safe, but that was the beginning of the mistake."

"I see. That's a common story. I generally know what happened after that. Criminals, fists, rebellion."

Exactly, Lord Emmehardt nods.

Now that the Empire has succeeded in defeating the Regular Army of the Empire by joining the citizens, slaves and criminals who caused the bees, and the local peasant rebels, you think they are in a state of disorder?

And the remnants of the Imperial Army, which must also be fought against the three kingdoms of Rustoa, Trania and Gartland in the east, which have rebelled from the Empire, and the Kingdom of Roland in the south, which are attacking for the recovery of the old territories, no longer leave the power to contain the frequent insurgencies in the country.

The old Imperial Army, pulled from the Imperial Capital, is retreating from the Imperial Capital to Dunburg, a fortress town northwest of the Imperial Capital, for a reentry.

"Dyson, the fistfighter star player and captain of the fistfighter squad, seems to hate historical aristocrats like us because he is a slave by nature. He also seems to be doing well with the three eastern kingdoms where the rebellion took place."

"If we succeed in rescuing the old emperor and his granddaughter, we might ask for protection over here"

Yes, when he heard me say it, Lord Emmehardt knelt again.

That, I wonder if you would stop, reminds me of some Transbanian duke. It was a dungeon over there.

"If we correct the former, we will spare no effort in cooperation with the imperial subjects, too. But only with His Excellency the King."

"I know. The Germanian Union of the Hordes is no longer the protectorate of the Kingdom of Silesier, and the Kingdom will assist in the unlikely event of an attack by the Fist Clan Emperor and others. Is the Galan Mercenary Corps useful?"

After the war, it was a Garang mercenary regiment that was in trouble to deal with.

I heard that the Alliance of the Horsemen was in trouble because of the insecurity of the civil unrest, so I brokered a job here.

"Yes, it's very helpful. Our principality, too, but the soldiers of the Union of the Hordes around the Tulbe are weak compared to the Empire. So I need to talk to His Excellency the King..."

"What?"

I make it a little hard to say, let Lord Emmehardt stand up and ask.

"In the name of His Majesty the King, no, the valiant of Silesier, I think it would be foolish to recruit prostitutes here."

"I appreciate that, but are you okay?"

Nobles and knights don't like peasants taking weapons. Recruitment for the brave army has not been possible in the Kingdom of Silesier nor in the territory of the local nobility.

Rebellion is natural because only the privileged classes hold a violent device is the source of their power.

Well, the empire is rough with peasant revolt.

So when I say to recruit from the peasants, it is not the majority decision.

"When I saw the power of the citizens, the peasants, who had dropped the Empire, I thought I could no longer resist the times. There are also people from our territory who participate in the Silesier Prostitute Army. In that case, I thought it would be better to recruit directly in our territory and use it for local defense."

"Well, then you should do as Lord Emmehardt thinks"

After all, Lord Emmehardt has the power to read ahead.

To the other lords, he persuaded them to gather the brave army in their territory. We decided to work together to strengthen our defenses because even I would appreciate it.

Don't just say the name, send people, know-how and weapons, and the price for that would be one stone and two birds if you could hold on.

"Your Majesty, because of this, would you like to join us for dinner? My awkward woman will be back soon."

An awkward woman must mean my daughter Eleonora.

Awkward woman, um. I don't know if you're being modest or serious. Eleonora is so awkward.

"I wonder if Herman was in a hurry."

"No, time is gaining thanks to the brave, so as long as it's for one night or so. To be honest, the Imperial Army is struggling considerably with its thief opponents. If you'd like to help, I'd like to discuss it with Lord Rankt."

If Hellman says so, fine.

I'm just wondering what kind of dinner the Dukes of Emmehart are having.

But does that mean staying?

Well, nocturnal flights are dangerous.

And so on, when I was relaxing with an aromatic, savory cup of tea in the through reception, I heard a shitty footsteps ringing my armor from the outside with a dosund sung.

Wouldn't it hurt the luxury carpet to come with such momentum?

It was Eleonora, fully armed with the 'Armor of Fire', who came in with a baton of momentum, bringing in the butler knight Cato, who rushes after him.

Apparently, he came back safely without ever being a cuckoo in a bandit crusade.

"Eleonora, long time no see, buh!

I got up and tried to say hello, and I couldn't say it till the end.

Because Eleonora, with her long blonde hair and scarlet cloak, rolled out a flaming armor punch in my belly with the momentum she kept rushing over.

What a sharp surprise, it would have been instant death without 'Mithril's Armor' under the black robe.

Funny tea, I blew it.

Beating people in the stomach instead of greeting them, Eleonora looked down at me and said to me, with blue eyes, falling on her back with a nice nigga smile.

"Congratulations on your marriage"

"... thanks"

She was still a harsh woman.