Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

10 Apr 7450

He looked down at the death row inmate who had been pulled out to White State after being hit with a rope.

He's a vicious murderer I've kept since last year as the highlight of the third day of the festival.

Around the end of last year, this man just broke into my squire family and slaughtered even a child, or even a slave who found himself unusual and went into a halt, so I can't bring him to justice for letting him live and engage in forced labour.

There is no more room for wrongdoing and a capital offense than there were multiple witnesses.

I say the motive is too much debt bitterness due to unscrupulous interest rates.

There was also the way the victim, his squire, was taken, and there was no egghetto.

Somehow, it's awful because I say I let him offer his wife and daughter as a debt cat.

but unlike Japan when I died, that's not illegal in itself so far (my legal development hadn't gotten that far yet).

But no matter what reason this guy has, the sin of killing all my squire, the ruler of the land, or even the slaves who went into a halt, and consequently diminishing my fortune, is heavy.

Well, it is vicious as it extends to a family massacre with all the children.

Death penalty, I think it's appropriate.

"... I therefore plead guilty to death to the murderer, Rafkluz Golan!

When the death penalty was pronounced, the square in front of the administration was filled with Yaya's praise.

As death row inmates were climbed to the death row and roped around their necks, popular enthusiasm reached its peak.

And hang.

Some mindless women lose their minds when they see a shocking sight, but it ends badly because even such people come prepared to see it in a way.

Since the Count took office, officials have all disagreed, although I have said several proposals on whether to go private on the Knights' land about the judgment.

It is both a popular pleasure and a valuable breath opportunity to see the death penalty and the enforcement of penalties.

That's why I'm saying, but it's not something that feels good to watch.

I've seen it many times, even when I was in Balduk, but none of us reincarnators enjoyed and watched the execution of our sentences.

Oth people, like Zenom, Zulu and Engela, had fun and slapped their hands, so we were just enjoying cooking and drinking with it.

Engela...

- Hahaha! Master Zulu, did you see it!? You flew his arm, Pooh!

- Oh, you're crying. Keep the break-in robbery. You're pathetic.

That guy would have enjoyed the sinner's hands and feet being cut off or whipped with a guerrilla laugh.

No one is frowning like the reborns, but most of the people in front of them have the same look as Engela did back then.

A felon who can also be said to have been dropped into a less than slave status.

Not even a word of objection is allowed more than being judged by the nobles who rule the land.

I feel like I'm on the side of justice, I can look down in peace, and I can be publicly cursed.

For the vast majority of good (...) slaves who usually live in aristocracy and civilians, the opportunity to do that is certainly important as a kind of gas drain.

I can't resist, I can't even open my name, I'm just being punished.

A being filled with deep shame that even seems infinite that excuses are unacceptable.

There are those below me.

You can curse as much as you want, and in any way you despise me.

He is punished, trembles with fear, sees where he suffers through pain, and stimulates the abomination he usually hid.

It is also arguably the same mentality that in a certain sense beats the pre-reincarnation world, those who commit crimes or commit scandals to the full extent they think from a safe place, such as over the Internet.

This is also another unsaveable creature called man. I guess it's one end of that truth.

I can't help it because I'm not going to punish criminals for what I did.

But... any day...

"My lord. Good luck. Your wife is waiting for you at the reception of the administration."

I was drawn back to reality by a voice from an official, and I just nodded and replied.

Take a break until lunch.

Returning to the square for lunch, Golan's body, whose death was confirmed, had been removed along with the death row.

There is also an open-air house in the place where the death table was located, surrounded by many guests.

Should I say switching is fast......

Just exhale and laugh, accompanying Mizuchi to the invitees' seats.

Along the way, I saw Ralpha and Guine, fully armed in armor, eating something like some simmering with Ethel, but I pretended not to notice...

What, those guys, weren't they shifting?

Was it this morning too?

Well, no.

"Countess, ma'am, please come this way."

A squire guarding the invitee's area sends a salute with a spear vertically with both hands.

Flowers were blooming in cheers when I went in for a light meeting.

The central figure looks like Viscount Xles Bartolim.

He is the son of Count Bartolim, deputy of Count Ellers territory, a smart Putin (Hume) youth whose description fits well with your son.

Such was the concentration of the aristocracy of the territory and so on on him.

"What. That's so popular."

Tell Ginger, who brought me balducky and soba pasta,

"I found out I was single a while ago. He said he lost his wife to an epidemic disease last year at twilight. Then everyone will tell me what happened to their daughter..."

And he taught me shoulder to shoulder.

Sure, if you ask me, all the flocks around him are fumes.

"That's... that's great."

"Oh. Saying you lost your wife, it wouldn't have been six months..."

To Mizuchi and me, who said so critically, Ginger said, "Ma. Everyone can't think like His Excellency or his wife," he smiled bitterly.

And

"Oh, and then. Because I also decided to take my son-in-law around the summer. It's my last day, and I'm telling you that I can tell you both about the stall."

And I've told him a little shy.

"Oh! I'm so sorry about that!

"Congratulations. Who's the other guy?

"Mm-hmm. I'm a stall squire and I have a house called Dathron, my son there. Like me, it's oversold, but I'm old enough, too, and I don't know."

It just reminded me of the face of the late Hulk.

If this were the case, it would have been completely sorted out as a thing of the past in her.

"Heh, are you here now? What kind of person?"

"No, I'm not. What kind of man is a normal man? Next time you come to Weed, meet him."

"Oh, I will definitely let you do that. Besides, if it's convenient to show off, I'll go."

Ginger will also be three or three this year.

If you want to get married and have kids, you better hurry.

Ginger tilted the beer jock deliciously when politely thanked.

"Kind of looks like we're gonna have a lot of congratulations this year."

Says Mizuchi as he dampens his mouth with wine diluted with water.

Sure, because my kids will be born this year, and there are a lot of people of marriageable age...

I wish I could marry Jer and Meath as soon as possible.

I thought so and quickly cleaned up the soba pasta while talking to Ginger about not loving anything else.

That, as always, is just boiled and then sautéed in olive oil and tasted with salt and pepper and garlic.

Naturally, bacon and onions cut into thin slices have evolved, though, for added stem vegetables similar to asparagus called haemocarts and added more color.

Um, I want tomatoes.

I've never even heard of tomatoes, so I doubt they even exist at all, but I also feel like they are somewhere in the world (oath).

Carm and Kim just arrived.

Mizuchi and Ginger left it to them, and I headed over to Baron Darrison Bewitz, an invitee who was about to be out of the circle of people.

At the same time.

First Knights headquarters in Wangdu.

"Knight of the Third Squadron, Mirhia Gried, I declare your return to duty"

To the captain, Viscount Gendail, Milou offered to end his vacation and return to active duty.

"Mm-hmm. I welcome Sir Gried's return. Three months from today, after starting basic training again, return to the Corps.... Lardock is waiting for you with a long neck. Exit."

"Ha."

Miloo turned around. Turning right and exiting the commander's office, he headed downstairs to the office.

To check the return process and the retraining schedule.

- I knew the atmosphere at headquarters would be nice.

For the first time in six months, the Knights visited me to retighten her spirit.

After completing the return process and hearing about the retraining schedule, Miloo quickly turned to the Kawahara training ground.

"Whoa. You're here."

It was the second squadron, headed by Sir Kendus, the superior officer of the Taste, who was putting out his training in Kawahara.

"Yes, thank you very much."

Over the next three months, Miloo expected to regain strength with his previous Kang by being treated again under Sir Kendus.

"Hehe. How's the kid?

"Let's see. I'm getting screwed."

Miloo smiles and answers.

"It's your kid. You know that. Okay, let your body loosen up for a second. Then mixed appropriately"

"Ha."

Miloo, turning around and acknowledging the back of the Sir, who flew aloud to his men, rushed out towards a digging shed containing training wooden swords and other items.

- Oh. You're back...

It was Miloo, consciously tightening his face that was about to loosen, but I didn't even imagine that in a few hours it would be distorted by a curse and evil to the Ser.

Northern Kingdom.

Flakis, the second city of the Duke of Bertus, bordering the realm with the Empire of Granan.

With a population of over 40,000, the city has developed a westerly plain as a barn zone, despite the highlands bordered by Mount Demakar, which stretches northwest and Mount Batras, which stretches southeast.

Outside this city of Flakis lies the garrison of the Knights of the Kingdom.

Usually there are only dozens or so of Knights II members in charge of border security, but now there are as many as forty Knights I and more than 500 Knights IV members stationed in the garrison, and there was a gloomy appearance.

It is Sir Maribel Lardock, Commander of the Third Squadron of the First Knights of the Kingdom, who commands the Northern Army of that Kingdom.

From her childhood she was found a rare talent as a warrior, aged fourteen, and received the reign of the Orthodox Knights in the Knights of Apside, two years later she was recommended to the First Knights of the Kingdom by raising her hand in a battle in the Dart Plains, a masterpiece that stunningly broke through its narrow gates.

At any rate, it cannot be said that the lack of aptitude at all for witchcraft is a drawback, but as a knight, as a warrior, it is difficult to say that there are no drawbacks in the first place, such as those who can exercise witchcraft during battle or while riding.

One report was received from the deputy under her.

"... true, what's that?

"Ha. I have confirmed the flag. A black-out gauntlet that grabbed a lightning bolt on a red field… that's the Red Soldier's flag"

"Right."

"Yes."

"The Red Army... Sure, they used to..."

"Yes. I stayed here on a two-year contract until about ten years ago. We were then told that Bachrney would hire us to deal with the Oriental Keiran..."

"I heard the captain, Alfredo, was killed in a battle with Keiran and disbanded."

"That's what I was hearing, too. So it looks like someone rebuilt it."

A red soldier in the conversation is, in short, a mercenary regiment.

Nearly thirty years ago, the mercenary unit, established in the name of assisting the small civil unrest crackdown that occurred throughout the country at the same time as the reign of the current king, will take its origin.

The founder is an aristocrat with a baron position from the Kingdom of Lomberto, named Alfrete Benditz, a division from the Count of Benditz, who originally represented him throughout Heaven.

Alfred, who raised his wars everywhere, cut the edge from the Count Benditz family demanding more than half of his bounty, and became independent as Baron Benditz through a generation of barons that was one of his bounty.

After that, he raised the Red Army to the point of being called the strongest mercenary regiment by stacking solid work at the center of his customers in repression such as Yi Yi and subsequent policing.

I have also been hired by the Kingdom to fight fiercely against the Kingdom of Dabus on the Dart Plains.

Backed by vast experience in action, its strength was so much so that it was hailed by the First Knights of the Kingdom as not taking a pull either.

But he also lost his life in the battle between the first foreigners to be hired, and the Red Army that grew up in the corner lost his temper and led to aerial decomposition, which he should have.

"But the Red Army and the troublemakers again... said Baron Benditz didn't have a busy successor..."

"The record should have had two sons and one daughter, but the eldest son, who was seen as his successor, died in battle in the same battle as his father, as did his daughter. The third second son was not an adult or an adult child at the time, so he didn't have the strength..."

"I guess Ancient Ginseng's men either put the rest together or the information was wrong."

"Right."

"How many people were there?

"It's still unknown exactly...... but they said there were ten large tents in the garrison outside Hesketh with flags that looked like those of the Red Army"

Hesketh is the name of the capital of the Marquis Junkel.

It should be noted that Marquis Junkel territory, which goes and goes between Romberto and Granan, is closer to reality than part of the Granan Empire at the earliest, but also to the independent Junkel Marquis.

"One hundred as ten people at a time? But if they're not regular armies, they should have families, children, and other non-combatants with them. Even if you quote a lot, you have a strength of 50..."

Maribelle thinks with her hands on her chin.

The force of fifty is not that great, but it is not small to ignore.

Anyway, it's nearly 10% of all the Royal Army troops stationed in Flakis, and if you subtract heavy units and other combatants from the Royal Army, it's better than 10%.

If it maintains the strength it has been honored for, it is even more dramatic.

I would say that the impact on the battlefield is by no means small, if you bump from the front.

Also, even though no certainty has even been obtained that it will definitively be a battle, Nominal Junkel is a region of the Empire of Granan, even though Momentum of Strategic Enhancement has been seen in Hou Guo Junkel.

Concentrating significant forces near the borders with countries that have entered into non-belligerent agreements is unacceptable.

With the exception of the guards to be packed at the barracks and the border patrol units, it could also be said that they were critical with less than 600 people currently present.

As a kingdom, it could only be enough to mix its 600 elite First Knights Third Squadron.

"It turns out Hesketh had more than a thousand men."

"Ha"

In contrast, there are less than 200 Knights of the Duke of Belters with the Royal Army stationed in Flakis.

It wasn't enough to mount an offense, but it could also be said to have enough force to protect it.

In particular, that number rises to 2% in a population of 40,000 and a little flakis.

Having any more troops would be very difficult unless massive supply lines were in place, so it was really a critical cup of force at the moment, as I mentioned earlier.

"Write a report. Send it to the King's Landing."

Maribel, who lowered her deputy, began to write a report on the matter.