Kuro no Senki

Mid September 433 of the Imperial Calendar - are those two safe, Betil thinks about that, despite being in a meeting.

No, I can't afford to think about that right now, I'll concentrate on Director Burkmeyer's story.

If you don't listen to me properly, you'll get caught underfoot. That's all we have to avoid.

That said, it demands considerable mental strength to concentrate on the story of Commissioner Burkmeyer.

The same story is repeated by Commissioner Burkmeyer Promissory, as the Bowties Treasurer continues to appeal for the rights to the casino to be handed over.

To sum up his story, here's the deal. Reiki's security was restored thanks to Operation Restoration of Security - not Operation Slam sweep.

This is thanks to His Majesty Alfort's English break.

If there is a difference with the Director of the Bowties Treasury, there is a wealth of vocabulary. How dare he line up his beauty words?

I even think it would be better to quit as director of paperwork or something and become a poet.

Alford shows a humble bare gesture, but if he looks good at it, he knows what he's thinking.

Perhaps you think you did well. Indeed, the security of the Imperial capital was dramatically restored only by looking at the numbers.

But that's not a fundamental solution just because you're holding back with fear. When time passes, the criminals move out again.

No, would it be better if there was a riot first? The price of wheat continues to rise, up 20% year-on-year.

October - There are expectations that the price of wheat will drop if it comes time to pay taxes, but that is close to prayer.

"... Phew"

Betil sighed small. I'm thinking about those two even though I know I have to concentrate on Director Burkmeyer's story.

Where and what would you be doing by now? If you sell a dagger, you should be able to cover the road bank for two, but it's likely they're buying you cheap.

I bought that dagger when I became Commander of the Kingsguard Knights. Exquisitely crafted. Raising it from the waist made me feel like a superior person.

Unfortunately, my wife's assessment was not fragrant. She didn't say anything, but silence is sometimes more eloquent than words.

"- His Majesty's broken heart has dramatically restored security in Imperial City. This has been since the first emperor, who was prepared to sacrifice and set himself apart from the temple forces."

Director Burkmeyer's words do not touch Betil's heart.

It disappears without leaving anything behind.

"... Phew"

Betil exhales again and puts her thoughts on the two children. I hope you get there safely.

As long as we get there, Chrono will protect both of us. I regret that I should have thought that far and told you my name.

If you give your name, Chrono shouldn't be treated without it either. I have had some unfortunate mistakes with him in the past, but now I am proud to say that I have built up quite a bit of trust.

I may even go to visit Krono's territory. Of course, I understand that's difficult, but I found it fascinating.

"- That's all from me."

Commissioner Burkmeyer took his seat with all due respect. Alfort is sloppily out of touch.

I guess I'm glad to be praised again today.

"Next up, Bowties, you're Treasurer."

"… Your Majesty"

Military Secretary Ralph Libra raised his hand loosely. At that time, Betil was attacked by unspeakable anxiety.

You have the same favorable look on your face as usual, but that doesn't help dispel anxiety.

He carried out a security restoration operation - a slam sweep operation - with the same expression as usual.

"Allow to speak"

Military Secretary Ralph Libra stood up slowly.

"... this is like a chat"

"Good. The meeting also needs a chat"

Alfort nodded to Eagle Deep Fried.

"Chancellor Betil. I've been wondering about it for about two weeks now, what happened to the dagger?

"- Huh!"

Betil was breathtaking. Anxiety gushes and the heart pulses like an early bell.

The words don't look at me like that come up to my throat.

"What if it was stolen?

……

Betil can't answer. Operation Restoration of Security was executed with Alfort's permission.

If we are seen to have interrupted that, we must be punished.

My breathing is rough. My fingertips hurt chillily. My heart is going to be torn.

When Military Secretary Ralph Libra knocked on his hand, the door to the conference room opened.

It was two Kingsguard knights who came in.

One has Betil's dagger and the other has a lidded box.

A dagger and a box are placed in front of Betil.

"That dagger belongs to Chancellor Betil, right?

"Yeah, you're right."

"Oh, still. That dagger was possessed by a slum dweller."

Betil stares at the barrel.

"The bad guy was killed on the spot. According to my men, it was violent anyway... so Chancellor Betil was injured in the leg, right?

"It's not a big scratch"

"That was good. Chancellor Betil must support His Majesty."

The size of this box...

No, that can't be right.

"Can I ask you to confirm?

"- Huh!"

This demon, and Betil poisoned it in her heart.

But we just have to open it.

Betil opened the box lid.

What was there was the head of a salted boy.

Opening his eyes cuttingly seemed to have cut off the moment of death.

What was he thinking?

Was it dominated by fear?

Would I have hated you?

Or was I wishing my sister well?

It's a pointless question.

Because the answer is already lost.

"... Phew"

Betil exhaled quietly and gently closed the lid.

"I don't remember"

"You've put a lot of effort into that."

"... excuse me"

The Kingsguard knight took the box and left the conference room.

Betil lowered her back to her seat.

What good does it do to Military Secretary Ralph Libra for doing this?

So far, there must be no conflict of interest.

But if it was meant to be harassment, it was the best hand.

"... Bowties Treasurer, I'm sorry to take your time"

I don't care if it's for Chancellor Betil.

Bowties Treasurer said happily.

"I would just like to say that Operation Restoration of Security has dramatically restored security in Teito. So far, the security of the Imperial capital has been restored, so I don't think we need to spend money on behalf of the poor."

"Also, what are you going to do if the security in Imperial Capital gets worse?

Betil quietly asked the Bowties Treasurer.

I can see that every time I utter a word, I lose my strength.

I know. This place has to endure.

Even though it is...

"Again, we just need to implement a security restoration operation. Isn't force the greatest deterrent?"

The director of the Bowties Treasury said away as a matter of course. I think you seem to be looking at yourself and Alfort once.

Military Secretary Ralph Libra has misled others just like Betil once did.

"Now that the security of the Imperial City has been restored, we should respond to the drop in tax revenues caused by weather irregularities. To that end, I would like you to delegate the authority of the casino to the Treasury."

I have to say no.

If I delegate my casino powers, I won't be able to rescue the poor.

Even though that's nothing more than reducing the lifespan of the empire...

"... ok"

Betil agreed.

Not because I was convinced by the story of the Bowties Treasurer.

Because military commissioner Ralph Libra broke my heart.

Even the slightest good intentions are evicted in bad faith.

They pull me back even if I try to move on.

I knew that was the empire now.

"Oh!"

Bowties Treasurer opened his eyes wide and coughed.

"I am delighted to have been granted the authority of the casino… Your Majesty, I propose to levy from the southern border to stabilize the price of wheat"

"What are you going to do when you didn't respond to the charge?

Betil shook her last momentum and asked the Bowties Treasurer.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we sealed off the streets then? If we stop the salt flow, we're determined to raise the roots immediately."

"Oh, that's a great idea. Let's admit it."

Alfort has approved the Bowties Treasurer's proposal, even though the discussion would precede the requisition.

Betil sighed not knowing how many times it would be.

When Betil returned to the mansion after exhausting both the finest and roots, the boxcarriage had stopped in front of the mansion. Get out of the boxcarriage suspiciously.

"Chancellor Betil!

"What's up?

Ask Simon, who came running over.

"I'm with Chancellor Betil."

"You let him through?

"No, you can't put a suspicious person through the mansion."

"No suspicious person, no suspicious person."

Turning around, there was Nicole.

"You... why are you here?

"Say hello to the store."

That said, Nicole had a wild chuckle. Apparently, he's going to shut down the casino and get out of the capital.

"Isn't that retaliation?

"I'm not free that far."

"... right"

Betil nodded, but not stupid enough to pepper the word.

"Are you crazy?"

"Oh, I thought it wouldn't be bad to reign in a rotten imperial capital, but that doesn't seem like a first."

"... right"

Nothing. Even the chief of a criminal organization turned a blind eye to the Empire.

"What are you going to do now?

I can't tell you that.

Nicole laughed niggardly. I can easily imagine that if I saw that grin, I would be thinking of something that would not be good.

"I need you to weigh yourself down for criminal activity."

"Whoa, does that look like I'm gonna do that?

Nicole flaunted her shoulders just saying she was out of her mind.

"It's time to go!

"Whoa, I'm coming!

The boy's voice sounded, and Nicole raised her voice.

I think I heard it somewhere...

"Bye!

Nicole turned her heel back and headed for her boxcarriage.

"I miss him when he's gone"

Betil sighed as she watched the boxcarriage advance through the sun-dyed streets.

"... my men are starving. Aren't you supposed to offer assistance to your uncle?

A low voice echoes in the office. It should have been an extremely rational inquiry with no philosophy if it had been written on the letters.

Apollo, however, felt uncomfortable as he had been at the scene of the intimidation.

Perhaps the battalion captain, who is said to be facing face to face, must be feeling any more uncomfortable.

At a time like this, I think I'm good for being a civilian.

Lord of the Voice - The dragon, who serves as deputy to the battalion, is the owner of the Minister of Homicide. Three white eyes with golden pot eyes. The nose beam is thick and the lips are thick.

My hair is always ripped, despite being cut short. The body is comparable in size to a large subhuman, and the arms are thick and long.

Apparently Apollo has never seen the real thing, but resembles a monkey called a gorilla.

The dragon is a mysterious man among the battalions.

No, should I say it's a lot of rumors? Ex-mercenaries, whores didn't like to cry and deal with each other, or strangle bandits with their bare hands, are indispensable to suspicious rumors.

"I'm sorry, but my uncle said no."

"We're policing, aren't we?

Extremely, naturally. Yet when it emanates from the mouth of a dragon, it only sounds like intimidation.

"I'm sorry. You know what I mean."

"Okay."

The dragon bowed his head deeply and turned back his heel. It's because of the anger that it looks like.

Apollo goes after the dragon that went out of the office.

"I knew you couldn't"

"It's a matter of no choice. I don't know how much the lord's nephew is captain, but we're a bunch of leftovers."

The dragon told me to roar. I guess this is also meant to be pale in person just because Apollo feels like he's roaring.

"How do you think I can help you?

"Right. If the price of wheat is going to be higher than it is now and the lord is going to pay more for the military than the empire or…"

That is to say the battalion will be a private soldier of lords.

The dragon heads to the barracks. The barracks are vertical buildings reminiscent of stables. There are countless beds lined up inside.

Upon entering the barracks, the soldiers who were falling asleep in bed woke up.

"Captain Dragon, how was it?

"I'm sorry. They said the aid was turned down."

Ah, and the soldiers raise their voices of dismay. Still, is it due to human morality that you don't get opinions that blame the dragon?

No, are you just scared? By the way, the dragon is the deputy of this battalion, but everyone calls me captain.

"I thought you could eat a full belly if you were a soldier."

"If this happens, will you be a bandit?"

Ha ha, and the soldiers laugh powerlessly. Being able to eat a full belly is the first fantasy the soldiers have.

As a matter of fact, it is in the hands of the battalion captain that we can eat a full belly. What's more, the battalion captain's rating is determined by whether he can feed a soldier a full tummy.

I've never been more capable as a soldier, but soldiers respect battalion leaders for feeding me.

"... are you a bandit"

"Captain Dragon, this is a joke."

After this, the action taken by the dragon was enough to make the soldiers noisy.

He took off his jacket.

"Wait, please! We're not in that much of a fallen situation!

Apollo said in a surprisingly werewolf voice himself.

"What are you talking about?

"Aren't you going to be a bandit?

Apollo was puzzled as the dragon came back with a true face.

I can't do better to tell you not to be confused.

"My men are starving."

"So, aren't you going to be a bandit?

"It's a good opportunity, so I thought I'd take the hopeful home."

"... my parents"

The dragon said it off as it should, but Apollo didn't understand. It's still understandable that you told me you'd be a bandit.

No way, who would imagine that dragon has a home.

"You had a family, didn't you?"

"What do you think I am?

"No, I was wondering if Captain Dragon could do that."

"Rude."

That's what I said, the dragon smiled.

"So what about your parents?

It's Baron Gillant's territory on the southern border.

I see, Apollo was convinced.

The southern border is the best barn zone in the empire.

But...

"Are you okay? I don't know how big Captain Dragon's home is, but I don't think there's a lot of people who can feed him."

"... a thousand or so would be acceptable"

As the dragon put it, the barracks were noisy.

"Oh, you know, is it acceptable in the presence of Captain Dragon?

"Yeah, I'm fine. Of course, we can't just feed them, so they need to work as vigilantes or farm workers."

The dragon's answer was subtly off-target.

"Who is Captain Dragon?

"I am the son of Baron Gillant."

Silence ruled the barracks.

Hate, Kono Ha Hot Yanta no Darrow.

"Was it noble?

"Yeah, well."

"What about military school?

"I'm graduating."

With that said, I've heard that the new nobles are being treated cold in the military.

"What's the name Dragon?

It's my real name.

"I thought it was a fake name."

"My father named me after a man as strong as a dragon."

A dragon - more so a dragon.

Shouldn't Baron Gillant have given him a more twisted name?

Well, maybe that's what an emerging nobleman is like...

"If there's a problem..."

"Suppose there is?

"You haven't been home in about fifteen years. I'm sending in letters, but I can recommend matchmaking, so it's hard to go home."

The dragon scratched his cheek in the light.

"Anyway, I'm offering to retire to the battalion leader. I know it's hard to decide right away to move on or off, but please offer as soon as you want."

Ha, and the soldiers, including Apollo, replied carelessly.

I felt bored by the fox.

October 433 of the Imperial Calendar - it's been a long time since we've gathered in this period, Claude said, looking at the faces in the conference room.

Baron Ripaios, Baron Kagachi, Baron Giranto, Baron Beor, Baron Gennow, Baron Levy, and, Canaan Ekron.

It used to be something we looked at more often, but since Pioneering was on track, we just looked at each other at regular meetings.

Everyone is old. Canaan's participation in the meeting is proof to the left. In five more years, they must be completely replaced.

"I think I've got a letter for you guys, but I've got a letter for you saying that if you don't pull wheat from the Imperial City to my place, we'll seal off the streets."

Seven people raised their voices groaning. As far as the reaction is concerned, we seem to have received the same letter.

"Damn, seriously, I want you to give me a break"

When Claude blurred, his laughter leaked. If Alcor thinks he's lost his leg and he's lost his contact point, it looks like this.

I get one of the complaints.

"But I don't think I need to follow this right away."

"If you don't obey, they'll seal off the streets."

It was Canaan who made the difference.

"You don't mind being blockaded, do you?

"... but that's true"

Canaan tells him to groan and the other six laugh calmly. It's a grin directed at a daughter or granddaughter who's afraid of ghosts.

"We won't be in trouble anymore if the streets are sealed off."

There is also the sea on the southern border, but due to topographical factors - it is not possible to create salt fields because of the chopped cliffs.

If I told you, they were holding the lifeline. But now we can get rock salt from the Lou tribe.

That's not all. Get even rare herbs, ingredients and minerals. Mount Areos became a mountain of treasure.

Most importantly, the Aleos Mountains are an autonomous region of the Lou tribe, so there is no reason to split them among themselves and collect them.

We're going to need authentic negotiations. I may have been unbearably frenetic when I was younger, but now I can afford to enjoy authentic negotiations.

"And eventually, even if you obey..."

"Do you obey?

"We don't have the strength to fight it. Well, even if I do eventually obey, it's a bad idea to obey as soon as I get a letter. I'm gonna get licked."

I'm not complacent enough or busy enough to think I can fight the Empire with about the strength of the vigilante.

But there is a difference between obeying orders and obeying the heavens and the earth as a result of negotiations.

"And then you want our enemies."

"Are you our nearest enemy?

"Negotiating. The battle is going to get muddy."

"I see."

Canaan nodded with a strange face.

"I think I have a lot of trust with Taur's son, but how about you guys?

"There's nothing wrong with this one either"

It was Baron Gillant who answered.

"They're in trouble because the wheat's up."

"Well, you're similar to me."

Taur's son - Gaul must eat his weight wife, not just his men.

For Claude, the Lou are identical in nature, so I'm not going to spare any assistance.

I intend to, but having to put Gaul's face up is the annoying smell.

"Don't you dare say we have enemies nearby, okay?

……

When Claude asked, Canaan leaned over feeling sorry for him.

"Don't look so sorry. This is a matter of habit."

"Yes, sir"

The sound of a knock on the door sounded as Canaan raised his face.

Myra enters the conference room without sound.

"... sir"

"What?"

"From the north..."

"You're here already!

Claude stood up and shouted. I just sent a letter to you. I know that sending troops is a fight.

"No, not the Imperial Army"

"What, I lost it in a hurry?"

Unexpectedly stroke your chest down.

"So, what brings you from the north?"

"It's a crowd. The crowd led by the dragon is approaching."

"What's your son doing?

"Do I know?"

Baron Gillant told me to throw up.

"You mean you can't eat in the army anymore?

"Sir. This is just a personal opinion...... I was wondering if there would still be more"

Myra's voice sounded amazingly good. The southern border will have the power of war if we gather military personnel who remain retired.

At least that's what the Empire would think.

"... otherwise we'll be able to get you to the negotiating table"

Claude poked her cheekstick and whined small.

"Mother! Listen to me!

As Farna entered the office, Alford stood up with a faint face. The paper is held in its hand.

I only have a bad feeling.

"What's wrong with that paper?

"Please don't be surprised. This paper was made in the Marquis of Elakis."

"Oh, really?

"Wouldn't your mother be surprised to learn that this paper was made in Marquis Elakis territory?

"It's amazing."

Until now, paper has had to be imported from the group of free urban states. If we can mass produce within the Empire, we won't have to buy expensive imports.

On the contrary, it might change the way the Empire is.

"It's not!

"Well, what is it?"

Farna returns in a fed up mood. I am a mother, not a psychiatrist. It's not like I can understand all the hearts and minds of children.

"This was made in Marquis Elakis territory. It was used in the castle as an import from the Free Cities group."

"... yes"

Well, I know what you're trying to say. They used paper imported from the Free Cities group of nations and falsely used objects made within the Empire.

I guess you want to say where the difference disappeared.

"This is a Marquis Elakis conspiracy!

"What do you mean?

"Mother, this is a Marquis Elakis conspiracy"

"You have proof, don't you?

"Yeah, I had my men look into it properly. This paper was undoubtedly made in Marquis Elakis territory. That is, proof that this piece of paper is immobile."

"You, no way, that's it - heh!

Farna noticed a glare.

It's close to a miracle you didn't have to fall.

I didn't think it would be more shocking to see my child add or subtract.

"Just because that paper was made in the Marquis of Elakis doesn't prove that the Marquis of Elakis was wrongfully involved, does it?

Exhale and try to persuade.

"Isn't the involvement of the Marquis Elakis self-evident if you look at the state of the empire? This predicament stems from the fact that Marquis Elakis bought the inhabitants of the Bowties Treasurer. I looked into this, too, so I'm pretty sure."

"That's because you built the temple, isn't it?

"The Marquis Elakis conspiracy had begun when the rest of us decided to build the temple."

Farna remembered her glare and then retreated. I wouldn't have been more shocked if I'd been hit in the head with a blunt instrument.

How did this happen? It is decided. Because Alfort swallowed the stories of the nobles visiting the office.

"I thought it was strange. Aren't you saying that the territory of the Marquis of Elakis flourishes even though the Empire City is so unique? He's a conspirator like this, so if you think that when he was in charge of security in Imperial Capital, he was also glued with criminals."

Alfort said to roll it up.

"And it's those eyes. Marquis Elakis looked at the rest with the same eyes as he looked at his parents' revenge. That is the clear proof of the hostility that was left. It's a terrible betrayal. I was doing the rest with my eyes hanging..."

Alfort shook his fist with a blurb.

"Mother, the sins of Marquis Elakis are clear from the above."

"Are you really..."

Farna breathed heavily.

"You really are an idiot!

"Nah! I won't tolerate rumbling!

"If my words are outrageous, your words are paranoid, right? Evidence! Evidence! Evidence!

"Somebody! My mother's distracted!

"You idiot! I didn't give birth to you!

"And then, and then, oh, such a mouth! I command you to stay!

Alfort summoned, and the Kingsguard knight came into the office.

"What happened?

"My mother, la, was distracted! Heh, in the room, and keep it locked up!

The Kingsguard knight kept his mouth open with Pocan. Probably because Alfort seemed disturbed in his eyes.

Fu and Arcol's words passed the back of his brain.

- I still have a bottom inside that I think sucks.

I wonder if she still has a bottom, and Farna sighed deeply.