Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

After my first night with Eleonora, when I returned to Rankt Castle, I waited for a reception and a reception for the people, which took a lot of work, but I discount the neighborhood.

Well, you better hold on to these ceremonies, and the Duchy of Rankt has created unity with the Kingdom of Silesier.

If it's true, I almost wanted Eleonora to be taken straight to the Royal Castle of Silesier to greet the other wives, but the impending situation won't allow it.

Though the princess knight Eleonora, he is an excellent warlord who, alone, defends himself with the 'Armor of Fire'. In order to protect the security of the Union of the Horses, we cannot open a castle that way.

I'm alone, and I'm going to explain to my wives that I have one more wife.

Well, if it's my solo, Kaara can hold me and fly away, so I can say I'm light.

I thought it would be considerate, but when I entered the royal castle of Silesier, Dr. Lyle came and was so praised.

"Lord Takel, well done!

"Doctor, what are you talking about"

I already know what you mean.

The teacher gave me a nigga deep laugh and thumbs up that I wouldn't have to explain either. Norinoli, isn't it, Doctor?

"Now the Allied Coalition of the Hordes and the old Imperial Army are this way. Lord Takel, I didn't know you'd make it this far... the best result of the case I assumed. Excellent work."

"Um, don't you get angry with more wives"

Huh? They looked at me.

"You're saying I'm looking forward to seeing how much more from before. If you're a brave man, it's obvious, no one's mad at you. Uh, what if Her Royal Highness Elizabeth, the Crown Princess, were also added to the Back Palace (Harlem)?"

"Hey, that's as much as anything!

Ahaha and Dr. Lyle laughs.

Exactly, he was kidding. You're right, throwing an eight-year-old into Harlem doesn't change what you're doing with the fist emperor Dyson.

"We need prostitutes to suppress the local nobility of the South, and we're getting serious about the dispute between the Britannians over control of the West Sea and your coalition and the Kingdom of Castilia. Exactly, it's not a good time to go for imperial rule"

"Don't say things like do when the time is right"

Even so when I married Queen Silhouette and Duchess Caroline.

The teacher is serious about making it look like a joke, so you have to be careful.

No, nothing. If the teacher is going to put up a puppet regime and swallow up the Germanic Empire sooner or later, that's fine.

Because I promise to pawn him for his ambitions. That's fine, but to ensure the legitimacy of dominance, it would be enough for the old emperor to be here.

Like Dyson's attempt to get his hands on an eight-year-old in good shape, it was a huge failure. That would have separated Archbishop Nicolaus from the neocracy.

I'm going to step on the same thing, hairless.

"Well anyway, thanks to you, the enemy allies are clarity and easier to move. Firstly, we will broker a dispute between the Kingdom of Roland and the former Imperial Army to bring it to a truce. If we add a little extra to the recovery of the old territories that were previously taken, the Kingdom of Roland will also be able to bear the spear."

"Will you bring back the old Imperial Army?"

"It won't be easy to get there, though. Because the three kingdoms on the eastern border will follow the Dysons no matter how. You will remain a strong enemy. Because there are circumstances in which the Kingdom of Silesier cannot just look east."

"We've brought in General Mintz, so we're going to leave him to the General of the East, who will cover the Union of the Hordes and the former Empire."

When I heard that, "Is that Lord Mintz," the teacher looked happy.

Old General Mintz is one of the few forerunners the teacher respects.

"I entrust Meinz, who will rule the fortress city of Dunburg, to the Lord General, and Eleonora, who will defend the Duchy of Rankt, as his deputy general, to form the Oriental Army. What about Dyson's readiness?"

"That's good. The Kingdom of Silesier had enemies to the south and east, making the area of operations too wide, so it would be easier if we could leave the east to His Excellency Mintz"

Until the wounds of the Silesier match heal, it is time to build up strength for a while now.

Of course, if the war changes dramatically, you can't say that, either, but if you can, you want to avoid war.

"Well, is this the place?"

"Lord Takel, I'm sorry for your loss."

"What, is there anything yet?"

"Yeah, even if you're convinced of the entry of your new daughter-in-law, you can't neglect your ancient wife. It is the Queen, whatever she may say, who is guaranteeing His Excellency the King's power. Have your son as soon as possible...... hey! Why are you holding me?"

"No, 'cause he told me to take care of my old lady."

"I didn't say that in that sense, did I? Wow, listen to me."

The teacher's narrative only sounds inviting, though. When it comes to my wife's role, there's only a teacher. You must have missed me while I was away, sweetie.

I held Dr. Lyle in my princess's arms and carried her to the rear palace. Well, you don't have to say after that, do you?

Conrad, the old emperor, and Elizabeth, the daughter-in-law, live far from the royal palace.

It is a new wooden building in a small detachment, called the Outer Leaf Outlying Palace, because it is hidden in the trees of a small garden further back in the rear palace.

In fact, this little outhouse was where Silhouette lived in hiding with her mother, who was an elf. Because of their birth, they were unable to enter the backyard, and here they were literally forced to live in the shade.

It's painful to let the Old Emperors use such a building, more than anything else, but there's no other place I could possibly live, and I couldn't possibly live in the rear palace, and given the security issues, I had no other choice.

If you think that an abandoned emperor and an unattainable granddaughter who has now been chased by the Imperial Palace are fleeing to a detached house with such a history, you feel that this would also be a cause.

The outhouse where Silhouette grew up is no longer a temporary imperial palace of the Orthodox Germanic Empire.

"I wonder if this is also a cause..."

Through the depressed trees there is a stone bridge hanging from a small pond, where you can hear the sound of Twitter squeaking strings and clear singing.

Unlike the gorgeous rear palace, there is a calm standing here.

Twitter, who knits her honey-colored hair beautifully, wears a loose silk robe, quietly closes her eyes and plays strings under the shade of a tree, also looks like a fine court musician, not a village daughter, if you look at it this way.

She must work hard to raise herself up, because she is the only direct minister left by the old emperor and his granddaughter.

Our castle also has a maid of honor to attend, but even if there is only one face I have seen, I would feel very different.

When I finished hearing the chorus of the old emperor lying on the bench on the edge and the folk song of his granddaughter Elizabeth, I went in applauding.

"Master Gunner, listen to me. I was able to rejoin a court musician!

"Hey......"

I started saying that when I thought Zitter had suddenly rushed over to me with some dirt smoke up.

You, I'm not wearing a black robe right now. Look at me in this silver shimmering 'Mithril Armor' and the king's cloak. Why is he such a gunner? Mostly you don't have a rifle!

"Master Gunner, if you have any requests, please. I'll play guns, this is what I do!

"No, please don't."

You still haven't found out who you are, deep inside the rear palace here in Silesier. What, you usually guess.

Guess what, can't I tell a natural bokeh musician?

It's a good opportunity, so I decided to give Twitter a try to figure out when he'd realize who I was.

Of course, Her Royal Highness the Granddaughter seems to have realized that I am already the valiant of Silesier. Given the situation, it's weirder not to notice.

My paced, natural bokeh musicians are coming to my ass truly royal granddaughter Elizabeth.

I'm turning my little hand back and having a childish inclusive laugh. Seeing a dumb twitter, you must be amused.

"Uh, what can I call you here?"

"Right, enough with the gunner. Still, there's a guy out there calling me that."

Even though I hadn't asked for it, Eliza was laughing couscous when I said so pointing to Zhaan and Twitter, who started ringing the strings and sounding the BGM.

If you're supposed to be having fun like this, you just look like a kid.

"I will continue to call you Master Gunner."

"Yeah, what do you say, Conrad? How is Your Majesty?"

"Yeah, there's nature here, and it looks like there was some silesier water, and your grandfather's feeling much better."

"Well, that's good"

On the edge, His Majesty the Old and Thin Emperor, who is quietly closing his eyes. I thought I'd been singing with my granddaughter in solidarity until just now, and I'm already asleep.

After being shut down and exhausted, I'm sorry I forced you on a long journey, but I want you to cure it.

This old, busy old man is His Majesty the Emperor who was once a brave man and ruled half the world in his hands.

Being a rare famous gentleman, his failure to choose a successor led him to tarnish the evening festival. There are many places to be sympathetic to that predicament.

I would be very incapable of saying to an old man who was an emperor of the world that this little detachment deserves, but I just have to ask him to spare me some inconvenience.

At least this should be a lot better than a stone prison without sunshine.

"Again, thank you...... Dear Gunner. Please forgive me for my many disrespectful steps"

"No, if you're being rude, this way too, I'm not false in saying that I just helped the poor old man and the kid, no other way"

I don't know if you're too smart at all, it's not what an eight-year-old girl says.

The traitors shut me down, and now I'm hiding in a Gentile land, and I can't even tell you to rest.

"I believe you."

"Oh, believe me"

Well, I wonder what's going on.

Does the child have a playmate? Nearly old, let me pull even with a slave girl, that might distract Eliza somewhat.

"I don't care what happens to me. So your grandfather wants to give you a quiet rest now."

"So he says that's not how he says it's childish. No one needs to be sacrificed. Adult-supported children and old men should also sing and play with Twitter and songs. If Eliza and the others want to live quietly, I'll let them."

I want my kids to be like them. If I had a reason to be an adult, it would be to protect my weak child.

It just makes me sad to see an eight-year-old little girl, like where she's stretching her body and her chest.

"From what, thank you"

"Run this far and you'll be safe. I'm sorry it's small, but think of it as my home and relax. If there's anything wrong, just tell me or the castle people."

Well, whatever it is, after the environment changes dramatically, I can't immediately tell you not to get stiff.

For some time now, it would be good to keep this nasty old man and his granddaughter quiet. There's one person who's already busy. That's what I thought, and when I looked at Twitter, I stopped playing and came this way.

"Eh, so which song should I do?"

"What the sudden"

Zitter suddenly asks me for a request.

No, why not? We never talked about that!

"'Cause Master Gunner, you just told me to sing you a song, didn't you? If you like, I can play all the songs from the Silesier region."

"Twitter, you've been listening to our conversation just now, and that's the line that comes out?

"Yes?"

"Pup......"

Eliza, who was clear, looked at Twitter, who knew nothing about leaning her little neck, and blew it out strangely.

He is hurrying and blocking his mouth with his little hand. That way, if you're laughing innocently, you can call it childish. That's fine.

"Well, no, you seem to be working fine as a court musician, above all."

"Yes, it's my job, I'll play cancer!

Jahn and I rang the strings, and this time, I started playing light songs with Janka Janka. I didn't request anything, but that's probably how I felt.

Twitter is already twenty-four years old, he's supposed to be a lot more adult than I am, but he also looks more like a child than Eliza when he's tiny and poorly. Players may be fine with this natural bokeh musician any longer.

That's how you make me laugh in a mess, so for Eliza's rest, I can tell you it's enough. It was a fine job. I don't feel like a court musician, but I think Twitter deserves to be named a court clown.

Speaking of which, there are quite a few artists who use instruments, you should go in that direction, Twitter.