Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

In front of me standing at the tip of the Black Cedar Army ship is a white cloudy sky and a black cloudy sea.

A gloomy monotonous world that lasts everywhere.

The heavily wavy sea plains are wild the further north they go.

The cold sea breeze that blows also increases the roughness.

"Your Majesty, if you stand there forever, you'll catch a cold."

"Drake, is Fort Pirate (Buckerneers Fort) still far away"

It's the sixth day since we left the port. It should be early because I still follow Drake's instructions, who is familiar with North Sea sea routes, but I'm getting sick of it.

If you think you saw land occasionally, peeling rock skin with sparse growth of cockerel. It is a barren area (tundra) where driftwood is just rolling on the coastline. The word "end of the world" sticks.

The poor land where the Buccanian pirates hide is a cold place beyond the tree limit, an undeveloped place where there is not even a nation trying to dominate.

No, it is precisely the land of the demons ruled by the 'Demon King of the North'. This is no longer the human world. It is a magic world where magic sprays out of countless magic buckets and mighty monsters jump.

According to Kaala, the Northern Demons don't have much interest in humans, so they don't have to worry about being actively crusaded for creating a colony on the coastline of the Swedish Peninsula, but it's still an area full of demons.

At the southern tip of the Swedish peninsula, around the autonomous city of Aslo, where precious timber can be taken, there are many who try to colonize, but there are no human beings who purposefully try to live in the harsh lands of the northern limit.

Except for the rogues chased from their country for various reasons.

Drake answers with his hands on the white beard on his cheek.

"It should be close by now in distance, but from here on out is the reef waters. We have to make a roundabout. We can't get anywhere near the fort."

"Really..."

I have not brought the Silesier fleet this time. The injured fleet is being repaired at the home port dock.

After considering a speedy Pirate Fort (Buccaniers Fort) attack, we decided to head for the Black Cedar Army ship, which was first repaired without any other ships.

I had the image that, like Britannian's "King Arthur" did, I should just play a fleet battle against an understated pirate and lay him down, but the story doesn't seem that easy.

Buccanian pirates lurking in the northern limits of the reef waters are strong, and attacking them with fleets dominated by large ships will keep them away from them if they escape into pirate forts protected by intricate inlets and stuck atolls.

If Drake is familiar with the reef waters, he said that even large ships would let him enter the port of Pirate Fort (Buckernier's Fort), but he wouldn't say he could fight.

If you are dragged into the narrow waterways of the reef and made to sit on it, it is the end of a roll, no matter how invincible the military ship may be.

There is also the tactic of continuing to attack and weaken pirates outside the reef waters, but now that there is a war against the Castilian Navy, we do not have time to fight pirates for endurance.

In a way other than gunship diplomacy, we must overwhelm and subordinate pirates.

Of course, I'll do it when it comes to who does it.

"That's a difficult thing to do, Drake."

"Ha ha, I'm counting on you, King."

I've felt like I rode up the reef before I fought. The crumbling pirates may say that Drake has already been hunted by the Britannian Navy after his defeat by the Invincible Fleet.

That's why the backlash always makes you struggle.

This is where the idea comes in.

That's how I thought, looking out at the sea, a small galley fleet emerged from beyond.

"Whoa, Drake, isn't that a pirate? Finally fighting."

I can't thank you enough for moving from the enemy.

I've been bored on the ship the whole time, my arms squeal!

"Wait, wait, look closely. Not that one!

"Well, there's no way a ship around here is anything but a pirate."

There are three approaching galley ships, but not Docromark pirate flags on the tip of the sail, with white flags rising.

It is common in the world that the white flag is a signal of surrender.

"Maybe it's my ex-boyfriend"

"I see. Either way, I can't help but crush a small galley ship. Let's get in touch."

I just want information on Pirate Fort.

I don't know what a fight it is. Even if I may, Louise and I are in trouble because of the impetus that is going to destroy the ship by engaging in a fight.

When I landed on board, the small galley ship was slightly onborne. There are rattles on the hull, and the little sails are worn out.

The pirates who have come aboard are putting together this cold but crude worn cloth and weaving a bag of hemp to replace the cold gear. It's more of a flock of drifters than pirates. Moreover, they are all sailors full of wrinkles with lean and faded gray hair.

"Captain Drake. Ooh!

"Whoa, you guys!

On deck, the first touching reunion in six years.

These miserable pirates seem to be Drake's men.

"And it sounds awful, Ome et al."

"There's nothing more to eat or wear in the fort. Come on..."

"Drake, whatever it is, let's make it dinner. We need to feed them all."

"Oh right..."

When it comes to the ship's preserved food, bread and biscuits hardened like iron. It's about salted meat on kachikachi cheese and cabbage, but I decided to make some soup to at least give the hungry people some warm food.

Speaking of decent equipment, about the herring I caught, that's all I have.

Fill the fish, too, and everyone hits the pot.

Drake's former men are changing the color of their eyes and eating, even at meals that can't be described as very fine served. As long as it's chunky, they can do anything.

When the meal was done and the circumstances finally settled in, the sailors complained orally that supplies for the Pirate Fort (Buckernier's Fort) were already depleted.

There is no ingredient to use to repair the ship, there is a lack of what to wear and fuel, and above all there is nothing to eat.

"I see, is that what you mean"

The aftermath of the defeat and collapse of the Germanic Empire is also here. There were no ships coming and going to the North Sea and the autonomous cities of the Swedish Peninsula were in a state of famine.

That means the pirates who attacked that transport ship for a living are also starving and natural.

The Pirate Fort (Buckerneers Fort) has dried up completely while playing cage castle.

Well, how do you take advantage of this situation here?

"The pirate's head says he wants to meet Captain Drake and Silesier's brave men."

"Well, I'll see you then"

When I casually responded that way, Drake said, "Are you going directly into enemy territory?," he groaned. He's the one I want to be on my side with anyway, so I don't have to see him. Drake is also a lottery student.

No matter what happens when you fight pirates, we have a reliable escort.

I smiled at Louise and Arre as they continued to work together, arguing behind me. Whoa, don't shake your big tail and break your mast!

Rather, if you don't fight fast, we'll crush each other within our people.

Guided by Drake's former men, he safely enters the Pirate Fort.

Beyond the dangerous reef waters, as I entered the bay to be invited by the lighthouse lights, which seemed somewhat beyond the horizon, it was a cave like rolling through a truncated shoreline.

There is a harbor in the cave of rocks. The whole thing is surrounded by large rock formations, making it a natural fortress. It also looks like the face of an old pirate with a rich mustache.

"Drake, it's more of a castle than a fort."

"Oh, you're back. Ah. I miss everything......"

Indeed, for the first time in six years back home, Admiral Drake was shaking his voice. Were you overflowing with tears, rubbing one eye against the flourishing with the sleeves of the admiral's clothes?

Endless seclusion, but inside the serpentine cove, the Pirate Fort is a pretty good port. Nearly a hundred pirate ships dock on a mirror-quiet surface.

Small cog and galley ships are the focus, but there are also large ships such as buses and carracks that could be used with artillery on them.

If we can pull all this number of fleets into our allies, we will be able to fight enough against an invincible fleet.

When I walked into the city, I was a little surprised. The only thing I saw as a pirate fortress was the appearance, and when I went inside the cave, I was slowly filled with a sense of life.

On one side of the alley of the building is strewn a rope with laundry dried, and tired women are engaged in domestic work. Skinny, decaying children wearing boro clothes are shivering around a small burning fire of stone combinations.

I don't think it's roughly the strongest pirate home in the North Sea.

Asking why there are so many women and children in the harbor and so few pirates, the men are struggling to get some food by going to the sea and hunting monsters to get some meat.

Shiresier Protected Transport ships are escorted by military vessels with artillery on them, and the Britannian and Castilian navies are in a state of war, for example.

I guess their major industry, pirate operations, is in a very impossible state.

Their disdain is the smoked meat bastard (Buccania). People who live to stick to the shoreline of the North Sea and have the strength to try to survive even by eating monster meat. No, I can say I'm a pirate being forced to be a survivor.

Me and Louise, we eat monsters. If it's fresh, it's enough to eat to the gut, but I sighed when I saw the smoked meat the kid was shaving on his beard. They're eating green goblin meat.

When I say I eat monsters, I don't eat goblin meat or anything that has a lot of muscle. There is no poison, so you can't eat it, but in goblin meat and the like, we squeeze a little fat into the soap ingredients, and then we sprinkle it on the fertilizer in the field, which is a bad meat that even livestock can't look at.

I guess I can't take the monster that makes delicious meat. It made sense that there were no fat monsters or livestock because the land was thin. In every sense, this northern earth is harsh.

"You need a cookout."

I'm not even saying this food is luxurious, but my ship can fly in the sky if it has to. I won't have to worry about starving if I sail enough to get back to my home port because Array wields his powers and Kaala uses his magic to catch fish.

I decided to rent a large pot at the harbor and use the ship's food to cook it out.

I guess everyone was hungry. I immediately flocked to the delicious smell of getting up. All of a sudden I'm here, stranger. Even the soup we make is delightful to eat.

I had some plans to make my mind feel a little better, but even though I'm a pirate, I can't leave my starving child alone.

The soup from the cookout went all the way to the pot and I thought I'd get a cup too.

One woman entered from among the working women surrounding the pot.

On behalf of my youngest daughter, I was wondering if you would even say thank you for the cookout.

On the face of it, he said, "It's fucking crappy rice, dude!," he surprises me because he suddenly threw up.

As I was rounding my eyes, the thin, blushing maiden dressed in a red or yellow borough cloth took off her thin, dirty headscarf and smiled terribly.

He peels out his pointed octagonal teeth and suddenly reaches out to me.

"My name is Mary de Libertania. He's the head of the pirates here!

"What do you mean?"

Even if the harbor's youngest suddenly tells me she's in charge or something... I'm stuck with words because I'm being poked at.

Ah, I thought it was a handshake, and when I hurriedly held the hand offered, my skin was warmer and softer than I thought. I see, it's not the hands of a downward working woman who became a zallah in a water job.

This thin, dirty figure of Mary the head of the pirate was a disguise. The children beside him carefully dropped the mud on Mary's face with a wet cloth towel.

Thin dirty mud makeup fell off, and the cleansed Mary had a very beautiful face with slightly wavy dark hair and pale eyes, but there were three large scratches on her left and right cheeks as if she had scratched them with hook claws. Painful scars running blue also look like tattoos (tattoos).

The children groveled a red velvet (velour) coat and put it on Mary's back.

An ugly tattoo that ruins it, to a beautiful, borderline look. I see, when you look at it again like this, it is the head of the pirate.

So much so that I wondered why I should not have noticed that Mary was in distraction from my youngest daughter until earlier.

You have the art of killing signs and approaching them, I guess.

"I've been watching what you do when you land. No way, it's a cookout. Is that what a brave man is..."

She narrows her eyes, staring at her without alarm, and Mary twinkles so.

Just lay your eyes down from me for a moment, chuckle with your nose and then continue.

"If it's a weird imitation, I thought I'd surround you and kill you right away, but you can't do anything wrong to a human being who feeds his children."

Trying to surround him and beat him to death, as it shows he's not a bluff.

On the signal of Mary de, the lower girls and children lifted sandbags, wood and other things that were likely to be weapons.

Apparently it didn't mean total defenselessness.

It feels rather painful than threatening, but it would have been a pain in the ass if women and children had attacked me.

"I'm not fighting pirates."

"I know, I hear you want to keep us company, but I'm not going to help. I hate royalty!

"Hmm, you hate me too"

"Silesier brave man, you are no different! Even if you don't want to fight with us, you're going to drive us to war anyway. It's the kindness of appearance that helps the trouble. Instead of selling cheap favors, I give my life to order them to kill each other, where the fuck are the kings?"

That's what they said, and I shrugged my shoulder. I pretended to be calm, but my heart shook with intense upset inside.

Mary's point was precisely because she was a star.

Pirates are such bloody noisy outlaws that I even thought I should use them for war as they are. That's what I mean.

But if you actually come to Pirate Fort (Buckernier's Fort) this way, it is the skinny, decaying children, thin, dirty women, and so old sailors like Drake's former men who are there.

The people of the Smoked Meat Bastard (Buccania) are the unhappy people who live in poor lands.

From that overly harsh environment, we do not wish to fight and kill each other like belligerent mercenaries who throw themselves into battle only by eating and taking the flesh of monsters.

No, that makes me want to make an excuse that even I'm not really into war.

We must win the war in order to achieve the diplomatic aims of the nation. Drive back the Castilian navy that has been attacking us from the North Sea and gain control of the Seyrain Sea. It's nothing, not for personal desire.

For if we do not do so, the poverty of the people will not be eliminated. Both the king who ruled the country and Mary, who became the head of the pirates, should be the same where they really aspire.

Explain that, but you probably won't hear it.

You'll just know the helplessness of the words, even if you say it to them who were bounced off the country for various reasons and driven to such barren land.

Words alone will not melt a frozen heart like this tundra earth.

"Okay, Mary de Libertania. In the meantime, you must have welcomed me in because you're in trouble. I'll fix the food problem here! You just have to let me know afterwards if you'll cooperate."

Mary was surprised to see me declare so. All of a sudden there would have been nothing but wondering what the man who came would say.

It doesn't make sense to go through the pain of painting and preach reason to people who are getting stubborn. We have to fill our bellies and do it, not our words. To do this, the food of a single ship is very inadequate.

The first step is to hunt for the prey. We do not have time to carry food for a long time from the Eurasian continent, so on this occasion we find prey that serves as a food resource to improve their lives as quickly as possible.

That way, I'll show you my power as a trader first.

If you don't, you can even listen to me.

I'm going to wage war, but it's become a monster hunt, but isn't this one much more like a brave man? I thought so and confirmed the magic sword on my hips.

The other side of the human world, the demonic realm of the northern limit. I feel horrible about what kind of monsters come out, but there is also blood.

I even think this one is better suited to sex than a war where humans kill each other, albeit enemies.