Magic Robot Aluminare

Finish dressing and replenishing the fuselage, and our team will serve as escorts for the Second Princess, who is in her original role.

Kreutzl to the buffer zone. Rendezvous with His Majesty's troops once at that fort.

The place that the imperial side has designated as a venue for talks is not, to be precise, a buffer zone.

It is one of the towns controlled by Faithal, which has now invaded the imperial side. The town of Orbella is a relatively large one, and we can secure enough space for the royalty to meet. Most importantly, it would be because Faithal dominates and is currently the closest town from the imperial side.

No matter what happens, it's the first place we can get out of the safe zone. If those who were at war until the other day are going to hold talks, we need to be careful about that.

As an imperial side, I guess I'd say in an unrelated third country, but due to previous acts and changing circumstances, there are no longer only enemies around the empire.

In a way, there is no place left for the two parties to hold talks convincingly other than Orbella.

Such explanations will be heard on the move and the position and order of the escorts during the talks will be determined with the troops on His Majesty's side.

Of course, His Majesty's escort is Captain Edgar's unit, the Kingsguard knight. I haven't seen him in a long time, but he's still the one with the impression that a butler looks better than a knight.

He decided to use his break on the way to Orbella to discuss various things and arrived at Orbella two days before the talks.

I've never been in an imperial town before, but I don't see much of a change from Faithful.

Brick and stone apartments stand side by side and the road is paved.

I wouldn't be scared to walk on the fuselage, and it looks like it's paving pretty well. Well, they're also one of the main trading routes within the Empire, so it might be natural to say so.

During the strict state of precaution, he arrives at the Inn where His Majesty and the Princess are staying.

Rent out one of the finest lodgings in this town. All staff are also located here, and all the employees of the original Inn are closed. Well, I'm paying a solid fee, so I won't be complaining.

"Looks like this is the princess's room."

Enter the prepared room and I will see the view through the window.

There are no inns of the same height around. It feels like one of my heads jumped out. You don't have to be too wary of raids from the outside. The rooftops are always patrolled by guard soldiers, as well as soldiers standing at all entrances.

While I was checking for safety, the princess jumped into bed, bounced back and forth and stopped moving.

"I'm tired."

"I'll make you some tea ~"

Go to the kitchen where Angus is set up in a separate room and prepare tea.

In the meantime, the princess takes off her shoes as she bumps her legs, and she leaves the bed flapping up. Oh, there's a wrinkle in your clothes... you're gonna get mad at me.

"Oh! Dear Ines! The dress is wrinkled!

See, I knew it.

Puffy and angry, Ceilia, who is beside the princess, rushes over and holds the princess as she is.

The princess, who has completely lost her mind, is, but remains. Well, for now, once I'm out of the room?

I'll be dressed as a princess from now on, and I'm in the way of the man. Only to just leave the room before they say it.

As I tried to leave the room, Mr. Ceilia called me to say thank you. I answer lightly and when I leave the room, I wait with the guards in front of the door.

What you can see from the hallway window is the main street in the front. There are few people and many shops that are closed. Well, I guess it's natural because it's a town under admirable control by another country.

However, thanks to the fact that the folks are not rambling, it was helpful not to have to ramble this one either. When you get badly raped, you have to kill this one too. If you're a soldier, you still don't want to kill civilians.

But when the emperor comes, there is also the possibility that popular sentiment will explode. For once, people in town are being given a circular to stay out of the house for two days with talks, but security needs to be tightened.

A little bit later, the door of the room opened just a little and Angus turned up.

"Is that enough?

"Yeah, fine."

With Angus's permission, the princess, dressed in her room when she went back indoors again, was still sleeping all over the bed. I have materials on hand to see if it's for talks, and I'm reading them while sleeping.

"Eldo."

"Yes, what is it?

"It's this meeting, and I don't think there's much curtain for me to come out because that's exactly what's going on with the state. I think your brother will talk to them and the contents of the Armistice Treaty will be determined as they were discussed beforehand."

Well, that would be normal. Kings are busy. Therefore, it is normal for talks between states and so on to be discussed in advance by the aides, to determine the content, and only to be signed at the stage of the decision.

Again, the aides are already in the negotiations, and they've decided on the big muscles. The documents the princess is reading now would also be of that kind.

"I'm a little sorry I wasn't able to participate in the discussion until the end, but it looks like the big deal is convincing."

That's how the princess, who stays asleep, offers us a piece of paper.

You mean read it?

I'll take it and see the princess again. The princess nodded only at her gaze this way. So I drop my gaze on that paper.

The content is still about the content of the Armistice Treaty.

I have about ten eyes attached to all five paragraphs and one paragraph, so I have about fifty eyes in all.

It's troublesome to read it all on this occasion, so follow only the fifth paragraph with your eyes.

How borders are determined, restrictions on the possession of aircraft, ban on the manufacture of avila bombs, disclosure of information on refining facilities, restrictions on the employment of mercenaries

This is roughly the fifth paragraph. Each tenth eye pierced this content even more finely. Specific figures and what to do in case of violation are written. Besides this, the Empire seems to have to pay compensation for other countries it has invaded.

I'm not familiar with the law, but it doesn't say anything more or less strange.

But I also feel that the sanctions against the Empire are loose.

Honestly, I thought I'd tie you tighter. When I tell her honestly about it, the princess points out that I was wrong.

"If you tighten it too tight, you'll try to escape the other way. If it moves somewhat, I won't try to get violent. I'll try to make the most of what's there. 'Cause it's hard to tell, but if we don't figure this out, we're gonna be at war again."

"I see."

"I think this content is enough, and the impact on citizens is minimal. Civic sentiment shouldn't be a war any time soon. Sounds like food trade is liberalized."

"If we can hold back civic sentiment, can't the people up there move either?"

In fact, we fight because there may have been a lot of nobility when Armunale was in full season, but now that the Abnomulet forces are becoming mainstream, the proportion of civilian soldiers is increasing.

Can't we ignore the sentiments of civilians, too?

"Well, this is also an interim report, so maybe it'll change a little bit more."

"Your majesty is around."

"Your brother, too, is learning imperial studies. You don't have a problem. It's been a long time since I've seen you relax."

"Then why don't you take a walk? When the Emperor of Obard arrives, I don't think he'll be able to go outside."

"So is that. Shall we walk a little?"

And, where she woke up, the princess looked down at her clothes. And fell straight into bed.

It's a hassle to get dressed.

"Haha, is that right? Then I will grasp the surrounding terrain. Because I actually want to see it, rather than just the map. I'm leaving Angus behind."

"Okay. Please."

My fluttering hands dropped me off, and I headed to check around the inn.

The next day, the emperor arrived and the town was engulfed with bitter air.

In a strict state of precaution, the kings of the two countries will be ready for the final talks.

And on the schedule as planned, talks were launched and the signing of the ceasefire treaty was successfully completed after the two days of meetings.

The content of the treaty is little different from what we saw then.

In the details, the location of the border line, the amount of compensation and the number of holdings of the abnomule were changed, but to that extent. Trade in military goods has been banned, but food and groceries will continue as before, and the new border line will only be completely controlled by Faithal naming the buffer zone as the Lamporte plain.

The towns we are in and the other dominated towns will also be liberated in turn. Well, even if our country has these towns, they don't taste good defensively or in the mobility of goods. Rather, so much so that there is a danger that the mob of citizens will be attacked by the soldiers of the garrison Faetal. Then you'd better just let it go.

The meeting was disconnected in that way and was now on its way back to Faithal.

"Eldo! There's so much to do when you get home! To help rebuild, to reorganize the army, to explore the Lamporte Plains, to develop the base. Besides, we need to grow a successor to the reign of mercy."

"Speaking of which, the princess was a relay until her successor grew up."

"Because you're a woman. Once the war is over, there's no point in staying in control. We need to talk about marriage."

"Finally, is the princess married too? That's emotional."

Marriage talks with Prince Aldo of the Principality of Wellia, which were put on hold without seeing him as engaged, would also resume in earnest once the war was over.

The princess, who wasn't motivated at first, seems to be accepting something. Thankfully. All the time. If you can pinch it, the minister will be in trouble.

"What, a statement like that father? Marriage isn't going to happen any time soon. At least we can't get married until we fix that kid's hobby."

"It wouldn't even be that weird a hobby. I just like books a little bit."

"It's not that easy! He recently woke up to cosplay to see what he was impressed with when we met before. It says in the letter that I have a large amount of my share..."

"It's..."

What can I say? Speaking of which, you mistook the princess's maid outfit as a cosplay for the character in the book during the previous face-to-face meeting. Are you impressed by that?

"I definitely don't want to cosplay ahead of my wife! We'll be interacting for a while, correcting that kid's nerd hobby."

A princess who burns her fighting spirit to correct her fiancée. But I do. That geeks burn up enough to be tightened.

Post-war processing and manipulation. I'm sure the time will come for the princess to know someday. I won't tell you.

That way, if you think about your fiancée a lot, you'll get married well.

I sent a gentle gaze as I reflected the princess with her fist on the fuselage monitor.