Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"The city of Falve demands entry into the Kingdom of the Chronica God"

Arcia finished listening to the words pronounced by her fiancée sitting next to her without moving a single expression.

I didn't know it beforehand, let alone anticipate it.

"It's Yut."

This is what a Meadow Race (Magner) Bandit (Rogue) would say, but that's what I meant.

"That's..."

Gilront held his mouth knowing that there was a certain reason for their words, although they seemed to erupt unexpectedly.

One hand controls the cleric warriors of the escort who tried to drain their weapons behind their backs.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The bishop (Bishop), instantly repaired, asks Yut for his sincerity. Even if it's just superficial, it's fine.

The escorts who stand behind them and others still scowl at Yut for bites.

"My city of Falve continues to develop around the castle fortress that the Hellenic god gave it, and as recently as this, the goddess of beauty and art, the goddess of Liya, built the opera theatre from hand to hand."

The Divine Divine Divine Body (Avatar), to be precise, but there is no need to explain it.

"Also, when I heard my wish and the gods descended, I protected the city from the invasion of insects."

When you line up the facts just like this, it's tremendous.

Yut, yes, looks back at the descent of the gods.

In fact, it left a tremendous impact on the increase in numbers after scaling up old Vainamarinen.

"Are the conditions lacking?

I don't even give you that sentiment every time, Yut asks.

"Sure, the conditions seem to be fully met. Just how His Majesty the King of God thinks. It's immeasurable to me."

There is no shortage.

No. More than any Divine Capital, it deserves to be called the Divine Capital. It's a city of miracles.

If it were on the prints of the Kingdom of the Chronica, it would have been certified from here without having to be told.

"Assuming you are certified as Kanto - what would you like?

There is no way that a person believed to be looking for shapeless honor or voice could be in a non-negotiable position. Frankly, Bishop Gilront asks.

No longer have I blown away to the other side, such as Viscount Playmea's problem. I don't care. It's the last thing.

Yes. I mean, it's out of the question. So there's no need to ask ahead.

But he's not a child, either. I am seeking Kanto certification. I don't know because I didn't ask why. I couldn't possibly have made such a report.

"We ask for the immediate holding of the King of God election"

"That's..."

I had the same reaction because I couldn't afford it.

Neither Bishop Gilront nor the cleric warriors of the escort succeeded in two sentences in surprise. I never made a fuss that it was disrespectful, only because I thought that if the new Kanto was certified and the Archbishop was upheld, it would make sense to re-elect the Divine King.

Alcia, on the other hand, understood everything at the first stage of hearing Yut's words.

Nothing. The only thing that kept it a secret, and this theory alone, is the right unscrupulous demands, if restored, are for Valtrude.

Military rights, one of the few rights that the Divine King of the Kingdom of the Chronica has.

A confrontation with Verga, which was the will of Valtrude and acknowledged that “ever-winning” Helenonia would also be in the near future.

If you tie it together, it's easy to tell.

We are trying to pull this Kronika kingdom out for a showdown against the Verga Empire.

If Valtrude had known, he would have received fierce opposition.

Because I know that, Yut didn't try to talk to anyone - not exactly, not within his peers.

"So you think the Count Istas will leave the Rotosilt kingdom and make a saddle change to our Chronica god kingdom?

If that is the case, there are full advantages for the Kingdom of the Chronica God, as well as for Bishop Gilronto.

The population is not large, but if turned upside down, it also meant that there was room for increase. New industries such as the Glass Iron (Crystal Iron) and Clothing Business are growing, and more importantly, the impact of the involvement of the heroes of Salvation is significant.

"No."

But Yut closes his eyes and shakes his head.

Thus, he opened his eyes and mouth and continued to explain.

"Only the city of Falve asks to enter the Kingdom of the Chronica God. The rest of the region will continue to be the imprint of the Kingdom of Rotosilt"

Valtrude means that it combines the nobility of the Rotosilt kingdom with the archbishop of the Cronican Divine Kingdom - or the Divine King.

"That's a long, free story."

"Yes, I am aware"

"Yut?

To a far too straightforward affirmation, Arcia makes a cold voice.

(Did you get too well)

Reflected Yut holds her hand under the table. I can't even be ashamed of myself on this occasion, and act as if nothing had happened with the majesty of the Archbishop (Patriarch).

To make it good, Yut opened his mouth again as it was.

"But I don't think it's a completely impossible story"

"Yes, you're right."

Aside from what I think on the inside, Gilront agrees.

It's selfish talk, but it's not like you're losing your way.

The kinship of the royal marquis nobility is intertwined, and a situation arises in which the nobility of one country is, for another, the most bloody successor.

This doesn't change the Brewers or the planet.

It's just, it's a theory on the desk.

"But whether it's acceptable or not is a different story. If we are to have a friendly relationship between the two countries, we will need to deal with it accordingly."

Pretty strong word of protest.

The air is heavy. Fresh weather sounds like a lie.

But Yut doesn't move. Grasping Arcia's hand gently, he tells her what information she needs.

"I am also aware of this proposal by His Excellency the Chancellor of the Kingdom of Rotosilt and His Majesty Charlton I"

"Be... I see"

As long as it goes through the muscles - or even if it's not there - intimidation in the name of a discussion in the context of power may make you accept the demands.

Now, that's exactly it.

Neither evil feelings from the kingdom of the Chronica gods.

In short, I mean it.

Seriously, I'm trying to confront the Verga Empire.

"But what about it? Wouldn't it be possible for your representative to be chosen King of God?

The King of God is elected by the Archbishop. I'm not consorting, but I don't think a person like the one I've interrupted in the middle of my tenure will be chosen.

Isn't it about imposing, until you take that risk?

The bishop of the elf urged rethinking by saying so.

"I have these words in my hometown. It's" God Only Knows. "

It's euphemistic, but will it pass on?

With that in mind, Yut moisturizes his throat with a teacup in his hand and warmed tea.

Alcia next door because she could afford to check her surroundings. Seeing as, only Yut and Valtrude would know, she had a thin smile.

Unlike at Dravael's time, her advice seemed unnecessary so far.

Rather than that, I'm worried they'll piss me off later.

What happened to Bishop Gilronto if he found out he was thinking like such a fearful wife's house?

But happy or unhappy, he was filled with his own thoughts.

"Only God Knows"

In this Brewers where the gods are real, the words are heavy.

Think about it as you unconsciously wander around the sacred mark of your chest.

Assuming that Fermina, the goddess of the sun, Nerla, the goddess of the moon, and Regra, the goddess of power, decide to fight the Verga Empire, is there any chance that they will give a divine commission to elect the hero Valtrude Istas as their flag?

Possible.

That's Gilront's conclusion.

Reaching there, rather his heart was clear. Completely, restore calm. Maybe it's Nerla God's blessing.

"I understand what you're saying."

With a smile that was not a crop, the bishop of the elf opened his mouth.

"Now let's ask you what you really want"

"Holy shit..."

Yut smiles bitterly, wondering if he has been spotted lightly.

That was an age-appropriate look, but rather, it gave the impression of being bottomless.

But Alcia knows it's true. Because the power of his hands loosened as if he had been released from tension.

"Yut, it's time"

"Nothing, I'm not lying about that now either..."

While subtly horrible, the Great Mage (Arch Mage) raises his hands and informs him of his intention to surrender.

Is that to your fiancée sitting next to you, or to the negotiator you're meeting face-to-face?

Alcia listens to "real hope” while surprised by herself that the hands she was in contact with had left her.

"For one thing, I wouldn't call it a regular army. Can you send a prostitute to the north tower wall? At least I want you to do the work."

This is the real demand that was drawn from the result of a brief but intense discussion initiated by the Kaoru of Elizabeth and held with the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Rotosilt, Dieter Shakel, and Prince Alsace - essentially Eudit Malemias.

To the bishop of the elf, His Majesty the King also told him that he had approved, but in fact he merely subscribed. It is only the result of consideration given to not being used as a censure material when ceding the throne to Prince Alsace.

"It seems... difficult to say no"

Besides, recruiting those who wish would gather quite a few. There are issues that should be cleared, such as costs and duration, but in the first place, between countries that believe in the same gods of goodness. There should be no problem.

"Let's accept."

"Good."

Yut smiles heartily.

Bishop Gilronto was also approached and about to break his bond, but his guard tightened his face and heart in conjunction with the forbidden.

"And then, one more thing"

Is it still here?

The compromise now is a compromise proposal to the demand for Falve's entry. I already feel like a story from the past, but it has nothing to do with Viscount Playmea's waiver of compensation.

Yes, they made me wolf over irrelevant stories.

to a young man who would not be living 10% of himself.

It's troublesome, even though the background and the power you hold are different.

"I propose to tunnel through the mountains between Mainz and your country and create a new trading route"

"I see. Is that a trade route?"

Finally, it's going to be a decent negotiation.

Above all, I'm relieved by it.

"I'll make the tunnel here. Maintenance and maintenance here."

"Seems like a good deal..."

Of course, that can't be it.

"On the other side of the mountain, let me make a hub for a deal - something like a small town"

"In this territory?

If that can't be accepted, it shows the pose of rejection.

"But you are. How about a set-off with compensation, to lend nearby land?

At any rate, there is no value for use, such as land near the mountains, nor does it give mining rights.

Yut nodded slowly to Bishop Gilront's suggestion. Obviously, I'm relieved.

Alcia on the other side figured out that wasn't the act.

"So when it comes to duration and renewal, can I mean packing again?

"Right. Because I haven't been accompanied by anyone who can handle administrative procedures."

I'm sending an old man Claude, so let's get him to work.

Seeing that the Nercoot side also agreed, he cuts the thread of tension that the story is over.

"Well, if you don't mind, have a welcome feast."

"Yes."

Blocking the bishop's diplomatic decree, Yut sits back in his chair. When I realized it, the sun was falling. The city of Nerkut is about to be embraced by the bedding of darkness, worthy of the name of the resting capital.

"Deal on that leasehold, but let's get rid of customs duties on each other"

I don't want to earn either.

Yes, say it like it's nothing.

"Are you serious?

"Of course, you can also export salt from here, in addition to glass iron (crystal iron)."

"Ah, salt?"

Naturally, salt is one of the strategic supplies, even in the Brewers.

Around Nercoot, Rotosilt Kingdom. To be precise, rock salt had been imported from the adjacent Baldur Border Berg Territory.

Depending on the quality and quantity, it can be purchased tax free.

It's a story that was too much.

(Speaking of which, Baldur Border Uncle is an anti-Alsatian prince. And was the Count Istas family arguably the opposition of Prince Alsace......)

I see. I'm good at it.

This is a kind of stepping stone.

If there is an inheritance problem in the Rotosilt Kingdom, which will it be? I have been asked to clarify the flag.

"That's something you don't even wish for."

Finally, a brief question came up.

Bishop Gilront looks at the young negotiator from the front with a smile that is neither bitter nor crop.

"We need your permission, Archbishop, but let's do our best."

"Thank you"

The talks end when the two shake hands disappointingly.

(I can't do it if I want to)

In Alcia, which is just as good a man as Valtrude in the fundamental part, we cannot negotiate to flirt with the other person in this way either.

However, unsuitability and experience are another story.

I'm sorry I never got used to this again.

I gently shook my fiancée's hand back and told her how it felt to work.