Magic Robot Aluminare

I heard the bird chirp and woke up with the morning sun slipping through the window.

And feel warm, gaze next to yourself.

There, the look of Angus sleeping comfortably.

"Ha... how did this happen"

I did confess yesterday. But my confession should have been to hang out with me and not to marry me.

But as a matter of reality, I'm having a morning in my new home with Angus. Of course I did what I did.

No, I tried to contain you at first, didn't I? You don't want to sue me for going to bed on the first day or something, but I think I went out with him for it. But there's nothing I can do if they invite me from the other side. I'm also an energetic eighteen-year-old boy.

While excusing myself that I had no choice, I rebuke what happened yesterday in order to keep it alive in the future.

We confessed and started dating, and for now we came back to the village to go report to our parents.

And they assembled the parents who were resting in each house and announced they were going out with each other.

Well, the reaction between the two houses, as expected, is roughly favorable, like doing it or something like that, Angus, I'm glad you did.

Originally, this may be natural, since the marriage was half as definitive as it was before I left the village.

But after this, I doubted my ears to the words that jumped out of the village chief.

"Then some houses are just empty, so why don't you live that way"

Anything, when you increase the number of private houses due to the increase in the number of villagers, do you think that you also increased the number of cases in the future? Thanks to this, several empty houses existed in Imamura.

I told him to make it our home.

Of course I tried to disagree. But before they utter the word out of their mouths, they are whispered by their respective parents.

"Nice! Angus, try living with Eldo."

"Right! I agree. The letter said it was like we're still living together, and you're okay, right?

"Isn't that nice? Either way, you'll need a house if you're getting married. Fort Lan will have a house to rent, but you can be assured that there is a house that you own personally."

And for some reason he talked as if he was already married, and instantly the conversation went on between me and Angus, and at some point, a house owned by me was born.

Well, it's appropriate to own a house on such a border. Because there is a place where the guy who lived is like the owner, it's almost like a decision when the village chief gets it out OK.

"So shall I move my luggage around in the day? We already have the furniture, so the luggage around you is enough."

The village chief is kind enough to reassure us that he can't keep up with his own progress.

That's not the problem!

"Oh, hey, Angus."

"Mr. Eldo."

Angus told me to tell him somethin 'too, and I saw Angus. And I give up resisting.

Angus had his cheeks dyed and shy, but his eyes sparkled. If I'm here to desperately disagree with one of you, Angus will be terribly miserable.

And the move took place in the village, and in an instant our house was born.

I looked back and shook my head that there was still nothing I could do.

And Angus, who slept next door, moves out in the futon. When the sun rises in the morning, we wake up naturally. It would be natural for Angus to wake up.

"Ugh......"

Angus, who woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes and looked around and found me, hugging me on my hips.

Good morning, Eldo.

"Whoa, don't go to bed saying hello"

If you grab his shoulder and say he wants to, Angus wakes up again with a wow, mindless voice.

"Uh, hey, nice morning."

"Right. Just get dressed."

We slept doing what we did, so we're naked. I only wore pants before I went to bed, but Angus stayed naked.

Angus is pointed out to me and draws the futon to his body as he dyes his cheeks just a little. The gesture is oddly colorful.

Something more colorful than yesterday?

"I'm going to practice in the morning, but what about Angus?

"... go. Get ready first."

"Aye."

Well, the girl would need a lot of preparation, and I'd have to get out of the room and start getting ready for morning practice.

Relations with Angus also progressed like that as a jet coaster, and his first vacation in years passed with chills from the villagers.

Do it. Whenever we're asked when the wedding is, where we're going to do it, when the kids are, and there's no way we can plan on doing it now, this one's having trouble responding.

Me and Angus are now in the military, and there's a lot of movement for the convenience of the Armunale squad.

I can't afford to get ready to have a wedding in the first place, and if I'm going to make a kid, I'll be able to get it up from the top. Whatever, Angus is the lead graduate in support-made discipline this season. And so will the expectations from above.

That's why the morning of the day I left for Fort Lan appropriately embellished the villagers.

"Well, then, Fathers, I beg you to stay home."

"I'll take care of it. Because we'll keep it under control for you. You can always come back."

While we were gone, our parents were supposed to see the management of our house. Even so, to the extent that it is properly cleaned and replaced with air.

I don't have any valuables or anything to worry about. In the first place, if you do that in such a peripheral village, you can get shot at. So nobody does it.

"When's the next time you go home and this is it?

"I don't know. The movement of the empire is a lot more active, and I don't think we can go back a few years. Well, I'll write to you."

"Naturally. Angus, it's nice to meet you about Eldo."

"Mother-in-law, leave it to me!

Angus was starting to call me my mother-in-law. That's adaptable...... I can't call Angus's aunt or anything yet, and the village chief is probably a village chief and fixed for life.

"Eldo, give my daughter my regards."

"Angus has a lot of similarities, so I might annoy you, but nice to meet you."

"No, because I am left to be looked after. Instead, I'd appreciate it if you stayed next to me."

It's not a social dictum or anything, it's my true intent.

Or there is no first thing that can beat Angus in everyday life who has been thoroughly tapped into chores in general in a support-made discipline.

I just work so hard out there.

"Then it's time to go. Angus, are you okay?

"Yeah, Father, Mother, thanks for everything you've done for me"

"I'll wait for your letter."

"Excellent property like you, Eldo. That's not true, 'cause you should never let it go."

"Yes! I'm coming!

The atmosphere is entirely traveling with the bride.

But let me tell you something important, okay? We're not married yet! We're just dating!

I start walking my horse while I think about that in my heart. Angus moved on a little later than I did, and he immediately lined up next to me. There are tears in those eyes.

"Why are you crying? It's just like when you go to the academy."

"I think the atmosphere is important. Celebrate the wedding doorstep, and your fathers will drop you off, won't they? I think this is where you should cry! And when I went to the academy, I cried!

"Because you're not married yet, are you? It's not like we can get married, is it?

"It's okay, because there are quite a few people who are de facto married, even in support maids. Oh, and when I get back to Fort Run, I have to cancel my room. Eldo, I live in your room."

"Oh, I knew it would happen. Or is it too narrow?

Somehow I expected it, but Angus seems to be going to live together in earnest. When that happens, the room is now small because it is a studio for one person.

It's only been six months since I rented it, but I might as well look for another room.

"Still, it's going to be cheaper than the rent for two. You know, signing a parking contract for a magic guide car with floating money."

"Oh, did that happen, too"

The story of the magic guide car we were talking about when we came may have come to an out-of-the-box reality.

With that in mind, we ran horses to Fort Run.

King Faetal Capital. It is the capital in which the king lives and the brainchild of this kingdom.

The royal castle that rises in the heart of the town is bigger and more robust than any other building in any town.

If we are to drop this castle, we must fly.

It was once the word unleashed by the king of the country who visited the Kingdom of Faithal.

The castle, protected by a wall over twenty metres and still of unhidden height, can be seen full of its majesty from the castle town.

Within the walls there is a vast garden, where there are also the quarters of the maids and soldiers living in the castle, where the Armunale is deployed for security and naturally.

Upper floors of such a hard castle. There was heavy air in one of the rooms.

The few men in the room don't try to move their mouths as one.

We just wait for the person in front of us to finish reading the material we made.

"Hmm..."

The man, Gras Norbert Faital, who made him king of the Kingdom of Faithal and chief officer, put the material on his desk and roared small.

"That's a lot of damage."

What was written in that dossier was an estimate of the damage caused by this massive invasion.

How many villages were burned and the town destroyed? The amount of gold needed to restore it. Compensation for survivors. To repair the fort, the cost of the fuselage's parts. The amount of expenses that would have been so uncut if I had started to raise them was noted there.

This war, simply put, is a huge loss.

Although it was only obtained (generator), it is only valid in the military, it is only a gold-eating bug that is of no use in ordinary times, and because it has too many in hand, it is quite a hassle to adjust.

"You empire, do something extra. Something we should do with a skirmish."

Whispering stupidity, the king lifts another sheet of paper to ascertain what it is.

That was a list of the merits of this battle.

Essentially, self-declaration documents such as the destruction report submitted by Eldo before his return to the village are investigated and what turns out to be correct are listed here.

So first of all, it's unmistakable data.

Seeing the data, the king's eyes narrowed.

"Did the recipients of the Lion Medal come out in this battle? And two."

One of them was a person the King also remembered.

Logwell Bodwan, one of the senior aristocrats and childhood tame to the king, a man with many eyes on Commander-in-Chief Sam Solomon.

To date, it has been named twice in the Destruction Report and can be understood as a cumulative award.

"Sam. Bodwan is said to be injured, but is he likely to be at the award ceremony?

General Commander Sam, who was asked, answers.

"I was wondering if the injury was terribly difficult to walk on its own. However, the consciousness is strong, so if you can forgive the wheelchair, it is possible."

"Hmm...... ok"

The king replied so after a few thoughts. And we'll see about the other recipient I care about.

"Eldo, are you a civilian? That's a name I've never heard of."

Turning his gaze to Commander-in-Chief Sam, the Commander-in-Chief answers quickly.

"I will be a newcomer graduating from the Academy this year. After Bodwan was wounded, he repaired his fuselage and left for battle."

"Hmm."

In addition to the destruction of four aircraft, the materials include the capture of one aircraft.

This was an unprecedented battle and showed that Eldo would undoubtedly be honored as a hero if this story were passed on to the citizens.

Additionally, add what the Sam General Command has not written.

"This man, but he is also a boy who discovered a fuselage three years ago in a mountainous valley during a North-South disturbance. Therefore, some people who know the circumstances have whispered that there is a possibility of a double-headed lion medal, including its merits."

"Armunale is my property. It is natural for that tool to return under the owner. I guess you guys already gave him the reward, huh?

"Yes."

What Eldo put out as a condition for handing over the fuselage was a recommendation to the Academy. And in addition to that, Commander-in-Chief Sam even decided to screw Eldo into the frame of the first semester after all of the entrance exams.

The king replied farther away that it was enough.

"And is this man worthy of a medal?

"As you can see, the Academy faculty has told us that the results are even more subtle, with a warm personality and companionship. He said he had no noticeable problematic behavior in the same school year and had a good relationship in the class. As an indication of that, he seems to be doing well with the crew even after enlistment. We've heard that he followed the instructions honestly, without revolting, even if he was rushing into the fuselage."

"Hmm, no problem?"

The king strokes his jaw with his own hand, and thinks often.

(Don't be too strong)

The crush could not be heard by anyone in the room.

"Okay. These men will be awarded the Lion Medal as planned. The award ceremony will be held in Wang Capital in two weeks, as planned. Tell the person in charge to incorporate it into the triumphal flow."

"Ha!"

"Then leave the room except for Sam. Back to each job."

"Yes, sir."

Civilians and martial arts officers exit the room lightly without a heart or a foothold.

Furthermore, all the maids and deacons who looked after the king also withdrew, leaving only the king and Commander-in-Chief Sam.

"Well, Sam. What's going on with the troop formation?"

"It is quite difficult to navigate. There were probably too many fuselages at once."

Even if we recover seven generators and minus two generators that have been taken by the enemy from Fort Salsa, we still have five more to calculate. So we have to get a replacement for the pilot who died in this battle and redo the formation of the troops.

This task was quite difficult to navigate.

In lieu of the deceased pilot, the deputy pilot of that unit will enter. But just because you put a co-pilot on it doesn't mean you'll be able to work the way you've always been right away.

We need to get him to work with veterans for a while and get him used to operational behavior in the field.

the beta block has drastically reduced the number of veteran pilots, so the only way to make it up to you is to pull from the other blocks.

With that in mind, we also had to elect a pilot to put us on a new fuselage, and eventually we had to regroup all the troops from α to ε. It is a seed of headache under Commander-in-Chief Sam.

"Then don't incorporate this Eldo unit into that formation. I'll have it here."

"... does that mean moving them to the First Kingsguard Battalion?

First Kingsguard Armunale Battalion. That is the generic name of the direct line given to the royal family.

The Royal Family is supposed to be equipped with Armunale units, one at a time, to provide perimeter protection as a Kingsguard.

"That's right. The bottom one grew up this year. I just had to pick a Kingsguard."

This was the year when Second Princess Inés Norbert Faital, the fifth child at the bottom, became an adult (15 years old). For this reason, the Armunale squad was to be deployed according to the usual year's rules, but the selection was delayed due to this massive raid.

"Would you mind rethinking? His strength will be a strong weapon in border security. It is also unlikely that such large-scale raids will take place again in the future. I'd like to keep him as close to the border as possible."

"I want the stronger one by my daughter's side. Kindness. Split."

".................. ok"

Commander-in-Chief Sam acknowledges the situation.

"That's it. Get back to work."

"Ha."

Commander-in-Chief Sam is on his way to the door. I stopped on the way.

"What's up?

"Can you forgive me for speaking as a child tamer?

"Okay. What?"

The atmosphere of the king changes with reluctance, and the indoor air turns into something somewhat light.

Sam asked as he looked back straight at his childhood tame face.

"Gras, I don't know what you're thinking. This decision, too, can I believe you're moving for the good of the country, right?

"Naturally. That's what the king does."

Gras nods firmly to it.

When Sam confirmed that Gras nodded, he lay down his face only once and raised it again.

"If we decide that you're doing something that's not for this country..."

"I know. You stop me then. Kill me."

That was a vow before Gras became king. This is the last promise I made with my childhood trainers.

Sam answered nothing to Gras's answer, turning his heel back and exiting the room.

Having dropped it off, Gras once again wraps up the king's atmosphere.

"It's all for the country. It takes some sacrifice."

The word dissolved in the air at the same time as it spilled, disappearing without anyone asking.