Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Baron Alrez Nolluo.

It is one of the best harbours of the Kingdom of Arquel facing the south and south of the kingdom. This port town has long flourished in dealings with the Omnian Empire, the commercial capital Canales, etc.

The blue sea shines in the raucous spring sun, surrounded by the singing sounds of the Umineko. Carabels and carracks lined with sail columns anchored at the dock to temporarily rest the hull tired of the long journey. Meanwhile, the sailors are busy unloading their loads to port or packing them on board and sweating on their foreheads.

A painting of such a port. There was another noisy place in a different way from the hustle and bustle around us.

"What the hell!?

A merchant ship watchman who was about to enter the harbour now looks out for a sight that is far out of sight.

A tough person who goes over the shoreline and carries a heavy load on his back. That's good. Such things are common in port towns. But if you look closely, the scale is strange. The top of that figure's head overtakes the height of the deck of a carrack ship staying in the nearby field. It's a giant to exceed four meters by sighting.

If you look at it crumbly, it's not humans doing the work. On the contrary, it was not even an organism. It is the soil and stones that make up its body. That's like a mud doll made by a toddler, remixing an undressed human form.

Mad Golem, a kind of magical creature whose first life was breathed into it by magic. Nearly ten of them are gathered together to do some work in a single painting of the harbor. Strike long, thick wood with columns or pile up stone on a newly landfill apparently compartment......

What they are doing is building work.

"The golem is so..."

"Oh, my God, I've been scratched by a magician who can move all this stuff."

"After all, is a harbor town lord a lucrative thing?

The sailors, who had not visited Noluau in a long time, sighed as if they had crushed their liver or were frightened at the way a large golem worked in construction. Anyway, a magician who can make a golem this size is precious, and a magician who can move without a shortage is rare in circles. When this number is manipulated at once, twenty skilled magicians are needed. Then the same goes for bringing in the army's Magic Commander unit. The cost of hiring doesn't fool me either. Even if this takes some time, it is cheaper to hire ideas or buy slaves to work.

At the dock, a sailor who had just left the ship had caught a familiar dealer and asked.

"Hey, man. What's the lord building over there?

"Oh, is that it? They're building a new shipyard."

"Shipyard?

The sailor who hears the answer tilts his neck.

"Moving all those massive golems, big rush?

"We don't know what it is, either. Shipyards already have fine things..."

There can be no one or two shipyards in the port towns that support maritime transactions in the South. And we need to renew it now.

"Sure, you can't solve it."

"Rumor has it... we'll build a bigger ship or something."

A merchant who says as he looks at the construction site with a thin, creepy eye.

I looked at you like the sailors were caught. Indeed, the height of the columns, which would be used for a large and good building, would be a shipyard that could hold an extra large ship at the dawn of completion.

"What do you use such a big ship for? You want me to go to another continent?

The sailor snorts like he made a fool of himself.

The route across the outer ocean aiming at different continents is too harsh to imagine and imagine an easy aristocracy. Weather that changes complexion easily. Tidal to the unknown climate. A big storm like you wouldn't imagine for an Itucella Continental. Limited food and drinking water. Popularity of sailors starving in closed environments. And even more terrifying sea monsters than land.

Sea demons are troublesome. No matter how strong adventurers and armies are, humans are creatures standing on land, no matter how they scratch. Swimming around freely underwater and dealing with monsters of aquatic habitat who are free to attack below the drinking line and at the bottom of the ship is bad minutes. If there's a hole in the ship in the middle of the ocean, that's it. One plate below is exactly what Hell says.

More than just lurking in the ocean, such monsters are risking their lives just to circle the coasts of the continent. Not to mention going to die and a piece of paper, such as aiming at different continents. Surely spices, rare flora and fauna, abundant minerals, etc. in his land would be fascinating. There are also legends that at the end of the ocean there are islands full of gold, etc. But whether there are even a handful, or a pinch, of sailors that can lead to different continents and yet bring back achievements.

A different continent is not a place where you can reach just about every big ship.

I guess the merchant figured that out, too. No way, flicker the bitter laugh, as I said.

"There won't be that in the boulder. Canales and the Kingdom of Marlbearers are in a pioneering competition to combine the different continental routes in four disappointments, right? Now you can't even crack an Alquare in there..."

The kingdom of Arquel is darker in the sea than it was in ancient times. The western peninsula stands in the way of land sandwiched between the North and the South, but to travel by boat between the North and the South. It is completely the home of demons, and there is a peninsula of demons, a land unknown to mankind. The country's interest in the sea is surprisingly low compared to other countries, either because it kept the North-South route closed to overly huge, hard lids.

"Perhaps even a battleship is trying to build it?

Is that a war ship? Why are you in the south again? "

As sailors say, if we are to build ships to be used for war, the northern region facing the North Ocean is better suited than the south, where we need to navigate around the peninsula. Whatever the virtual enemy of the kingdom of Arquel, be it Zanktogaren or Marlbearer, it is concentrated in the north. On the contrary, Omnia in the south is in alliance. It has nothing to do with a battle like using a big ship.

So... I have no idea what the purpose of trying to build a giant ship here is.

"I have no idea why."

"Hey...... This is more of a business meeting."

"Whoa, don't -"

The two end the conversation about the unintentional Grand Shipyard and turn to the deal. Same goes for people running around the perimeter. He works for his job without being distracted by the source of the noise while praising his face for the noisy work sound.

Noluau is one of the main ports of the southern part of the continent. A busy harbour town where ships, people, things and gold rush to each other, pulling out the eyes of a living horse. As much as a new shipyard can be built now, there are not many people who rarely stop their feet.

The passengers of the ship's flights from the Omnian Empire take their feet down one after the other at such a bustling dock.

"... that's so lively. Is the port of the kingdom of Arquelle always this busy?

A boy wearing a hood at the depths of his eyes leaked so much as he was overwhelmed. The slightly peeking hair is black, and the skin visible from the hands is darker and more colored than that of the common race on the continent. It would be a measure to avoid drawing attention from its characteristics.

On the other hand, the woman questioned was flashy and eye-catching. Tie up the blonde hair and expose it to a prominent nose that seems to be strong in will. Wrapped in silver, the light armor is also splendidly armed, albeit in the midst of a journey. Whenever a sharp sword hung on his waist made a small noise, he gathered vigilance from the men around him, and eventually the colour of his gaze turned to surprise and admiration.

Don't make such a reaction look good, a woman answers the boy.

"Not really. The reason you're so lively would still be because there's no time after the war. Reconstruction from the disaster of war, the development of a new territory of nobility awarded the prize… there are many reasons why people and things move flashly"

"Heh..."

While responding raw, the boy stops and looks around. I bump my shoulders frequently with busy merchants and port workers coming and going, but every time I apologized lightly, I was right back to the harbor sights. Eventually, that gaze stops at the construction site of the incident.

"Whatever that is, Golem? Oh, is it normal to use that to do construction?

"No, even though it's a lot of work, moving a magical creature requires a troublesome application, and a magician who can manipulate it is rare. That's not true."

"Are you the magicians... the people who are moving around there? But you look more like a butler or a maid than a wizard."

In the words, the woman puts a slightly stinking colour in her eyes. A magical butler or maid. I saw it as remembering such a race.

"Oh, speaking of which... Was the baron who keeps Noluau his protégé?"

"What's the matter?

"... no, it's nothing"

And so on and so on.

"What are you stopping for?"

From behind, a powerful voice hangs as if he had wrapped his obsceneness in majesty.

"We didn't come here to do sightseeing or anything. Until I stopped by because I was only on my way. If you left the ship, it would be a muscle to hurry ahead as soon as possible."

"Dear Left. Well, it would be a nostalgic fatherland for the Candidate for the Holy Knight, and the bones of horses unknown to anyone anywhere would have a rare view?

"" Ha ha ha!

All together, a bunch of malevolent and dewy mockery. Unbelievably, it was the priests who raised the Holy Sword Cross from their necks, wondering what kind of lowlife they were not to blind the crowd to the outings under heaven.

Naturally, the boy told resents his hidden eyes in the back of the hood.

"He and the others......!

Signs of disturbance springing up in Russia. But there is no movement around to stop it. A harbor town is where workers who make their arms say things more than they do, and rough people who visit from all over. It's not uncommon to fight or anything like that, and it's a ning-roe outfit entertainment for bloody people. It was the mountain of Sekiyama that attracted the curious eye.

but

- Stop it.

More behind a bunch of clerics. The voice of restraint hung.

"That person is accompanied by me saying I can't. How about disrespect for him, which seems to have been directed at me the same way?

For a moment, a clear voice, illusory that both the noise at the docks and the noise that stirred up the disturbance stopped. It was the girl dressed as a nun who appeared. Not only does he have a holy mark on his chest, but he is dressed oddly with a talisman on his clothes, but he has an atmosphere in which wonders and such looks are firmly picturesque.

While showing fright at the appearance of the girl, the badly galled clerics try to defend themselves.

"But..."

"But? What is it?

but when she rebuts with a little force, it becomes a neglected fire.

"... no, it's nothing"

Men who swallow a lot of dissatisfaction and back off. and the girl's gaze is directed toward the boy to whom she gave the help ship,

"... hmm"

He turned away, as though to say that the generosity was a nuisance.

"Ah..."

"What, that attitude? You don't even know how to thank me, you interracial kid."

"It's not for your own good to be sidelined by such an insane man."

"Don't make me say it again and again... it's good"

When she restrains a bunch of people surrounding her, she keeps sending her elusive gaze to the boy again. Rejection also goes to the dewy back, so that it can flaunt. Or to apologize.

The woman with silver armor takes one sigh in the subtle air that rises from the hustle and bustle of the port town.

"Oh man... it looks like you've got another troublesome thing to take on"

That's how he became foolish with the man who insisted on her joining the line.

"Yu, send the brave man and my daughter to Zanktogaren!?

A chicken-plated voice about to be strangled will ŦŦ# # Ŧ# # ŦŦŦŦ;;;;Ŧ;ŦŦ;;;;;;;;;;;Ŧ;;;;;;Ŧ;;;;;;Ŧ\ The Lord of that voice is Emilio Lazzaro Calandra, Cardinal of the Order of the Holy King, who made him head of the Monks of the Omnia Empire. He was the man who should have successfully led the ceremony of the Summoning of the Brave, the most secret of the Church of the Holy King, and was now expanding his forces with the momentum to drop flying birds. He hung himself from the round table, eating at his opponent, rounding off the usual high pressure margin.

On the other hand, to be pursued face to face is Cardinal Gianfranco Paolo Fantoni, the head of the Order of the Holy Knights, known as its long-standing political enemy.

"I wonder what happened, Cardinal Calandra. What is the problem?"

It also disproves some upset on the natural rock plated squares. To that reaction, Kalandra called again with a symmetrically neurotic fine surface reddened.

"Let's just have a problem!? I'm not gonna let you tell me you don't know what that country is like right now!

"Those who intimidate and disrespect the constituent states of the Union will raise their soldiers because of their defeat in the Battle of Voldan... so to speak, they are in a state of civil war"

Fantoni kept saying it.

As he said, the great power of the East, Zanktogaren, is currently in the midst of a civil war. No, if it were to be accurate, would it be the insides of the national community? A collection of Eastern nations formed around the Grand Duchy of Grandonburg to confront the western side represented by the Kingdom of Arquelle. Because that is the reality of the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren.

"That is why we must advise his land to stop the useless war by sending out messengers over us Omnias. It is the turmoil of the world and the devastation of the hearts and minds that will bring about the resurrection of the Demon King, and will call for further calamity."

"Nanriri. If the servant is a courtier of your son, who sounds high with the Virgin of the world, he will strike and put it on."

In the words of the Holy Knights, those who like him - the Cardinals of the anti-Kalandra faction - associate themselves with the lightning.

Whatever it is, it is not Kalandra who accepts the word with promise.

"Then don't call me an idiot! There is no reason why you need to accompany even the brave on that journey!? It was decided to keep the summons of the brave from the surrounding countries for a while now!

(10) Never argue.

I will keep secret that I summoned the brave without any definite proof of the resurrection of the Demon King. We must ensure that we are not held hostage to doubts that are not from all countries - such as Omnia's use of the power of the brave to expand. All eighteen Cardinals would have agreed to that decision. Both Kalandra and Fantoni who want to keep their backs in their own medicine cages are worried about foreign rebellions. I didn't know it would come here and break the horizon of sending a brave man to another country with his summoner, Irmaella.

"Indeed, the entrustment was made to the devil tribe at the behest of the Demon King that there were signs of resurrection. But that doesn't make it any good for other countries to cooperate!? It's also about convincing the brave summons!

Calandra is right, there is no reason for a foreign country to follow it even if a proclamation has been made to the church. Though the main mountain of the Holy Kingdoms, which gathers faith from all over the continent, Omnia is only the tip of the four powers. If it is a time of sorrow, then the rabbit is equal to the horn, now to the arques and the zanktogaren. To convince other countries that they have brought in the mighty handkerchief, the brave, is only a shortage to the extent that there is a concern for the resurrection of the demonic tribe. If it doesn't actually happen to the Demon Clan, or if that's what really brought the Demon King back to life, it works.

Anyway, blindly following the proclamation means that everything is proclaimed clerics - that is, run by the will of the Church. Because all secular powers, such as kings and nobles, are denied, which also leads to the revival of the theocratic politics that prevailed during the old Omnian Empire… For Kalandra, who is the power of the Church, I want it to be so.

"Regardless, I am aware of that point. Fortunately, it is difficult to say... but Lord Brave is still unconscious about his mission. If so, it will not be the first thing you can name for yourself."

Fantoni said shabby. Indeed, the summoned boy, Yongdu Miyagi, is not motivated by the mission of the valiant, but, on the contrary, is even skeptical of the teaching of the Holy King to the habit of yellowskinned horsebones that do not seem to be the same human being. The theory that you don't name yourself a brave man from me is convincing.

but

"... Are you making a joke, Holy Knights Chief? I just sent a boy who couldn't even be named a brave man, and there's no way Zanktogaren could fit in properly."

Then a new question arises as to what to send it for.

but Fantoni answers calmly how much.

"Oh boy, have you forgotten what Awkward Monk cut out at the beginning?

"What?"

"I send the valiant Lord Uto Jeremiah and the Ilmaella Kalandra Priestess - that's what I said. In this case, the righteous angel will be your son's maid, and the brave one who will not reveal himself will not be his escort."

Oh, and Calandra holding her mouth.

If you ask me, it is. Irmaella, the daughter of the Cardinal and the supreme power in Omnia, has sufficient credentials as a messenger of diplomacy. Strongly speaking, I don't have enough age and experience, but I can follow up on that with as many surroundings as I can.

but then I can't figure out why Fantoni mentioned this. Because if Irmaella fulfills her mission responsibilities, it is this Emilio Calandra who will gain.

"In the first place, brave men and summoners act together, and it is the norm to cooperate in the sacrament of the Demon King's Crusade. If so, if Lord Irmaella is going to a distant country, it is natural to accompany Lord Brave."

"No, no, what Lord Fantoni said is best."

"Exactly. I thought this was a crusade to come and crusade the Demon King, and also hit it as a prelude."

And to the Fantoni faction, which has gained momentum in Russia, Kalandra is hacked.

(Again, this guy, you want to take from me the credit for the brave and demonic crusade with this as an achievement!?

Make your dispatch to Zanktogaren a prelude to your crusade to the Demon King. In other words, both the production and, if they insist, the treatment of the brave man's figure, and the work of jihad with it, will all be attributed to Fantoni and his faction. Kalandra would also retain achievements such as the one recommending the summons, but there was something less inferior than the great success of preventing the crisis of humanity in the future.

(All of you, all of you...! There's a bearded meatloaf! Even the brain miso looks muscular, but only because these places are cunning! Are you going to take my, this my flourishing, off the road to the papal throne, no!?

Repeated political rivalries with myself, all because of my greed for birth and power, as with myself. That is Kalandra's interpretation. Go upstairs and take authority and wield power. That was all Emilio Lazzaro Calandra had. Flourishing is the gospel for him, who has fallen in the generations of his ancestors, has literally lived a teenage life filled with poverty that is only famous, and has crawled from the Slam Street of the Imperial Capital to the status of Cardinal. Everyone who prevented it looked like the use of the devil or something.

(I won't let that happen, Fantoni. It's not me, you bastard!

He desperately stops his inner fierceness and smiles with a clear look.

"… is it a left-looking reminder? If so, you have no choice but to carry it."

"You seem to understand, above all."

(Oh, I finally understand. Your prospects!

Kalandra continues, enduring the urge to spit and throw away.

"But we also know that the organization of the mission requires careful consideration as we stand with our daughter as the Orthodox Angel?

"And when they say it?

"The situation in Zanktogaren will be pressing. Send those who are too wary there to think they are the source of unnecessary disturbances."

In short, it means that the Saints are excluded from the envoys they send.

In the course of the meeting, an untimely meltdown took place.

"Wait, Lord Kalandra! Because it is an unforgivable sentiment, you will need to be prepared for it!

"Nanriri! From the format of the mission, it is too much not to bring the Holy Knight -"

Both neighbours of Fantoni, the Cardinals belonging to his faction speak differently. If the Holy Knight is eliminated from the mission here, it is inevitable that those from other factions will occupy its seat. I mean Kalandra, I could have done enough to screw a regiment of monks under him into that empty seat. It would be natural to disagree.

but all this time there are bills that seal it.

Lord Brave will take care of you.

"What!?

"Isn't there anyone in the valiant hall who thinks there's a shortage to summon and defend the Ilmaella who made the pact? I will sit in heaven, and you will not believe the Lord of the Brave sent by the Holy King, will you?

Yes, a brave man. There must be no more suspicion of the power of the brave than obeying doctrine, so to speak of a high priest as the Cardinal. The only exception that can be made is about the head of the Saint Knights responsible for the Church's force department.

"Even the head of the Saint Knights of Fantoni is no longer said to be in short supply than he is in charge of his training, is he?

He's the one who's training the brave. There is still anxiety about strength here, etc., which raises doubts about Fantoni's mentoring skills. You can't disagree with a ripped mouth.

(Goddamn it, I'm going to get my foot kicked because I'm going to work a small job. What do you say, how does it feel to have your trick taken backwards?

Hide your drunken inner mind at the hunch of victory, giggling dammit. The opponent is pushing silently again. It's the complexion that hasn't changed, but what about the inside?

Eventually Fantoni exhaled small.

"... what your boy says makes sense. I have no objection to the awkward monk. Let's not let the Holy Knight out."

(won)

Kalandra takes the words of her political enemies as a declaration of defeat. I felt so good. The moment when you defend your rights and pick your opponent's expanding buds. Every time I get unspoken pleasure. This is why there is no power.

A loser whispers something small to him immersed in such comfort.

"But there is no reason to leave it unattended to the personnel of the Apostle before the motion was made. I'd like to nominate at least one person here."

"Oh, you know what? It doesn't matter."

In short, I want to be facetious. To that extent, I beg the eagle to forgive me. The appearance of a loser begging for mercy was a comforting reminder of the winner's complacency.

That's what I decided for this day's meeting. Kalandra takes her seat willingly and exits with bouncing footsteps. Now again, when you have the ingredients to strengthen your position, you are intoxicated by your accomplishments. From that head, the question of who Fantoni would screw only one person into the mission, etc., had already fallen completely out.

Later on, regardless of whether you are not a formal Saint Knight, you will be the feather of being nominated for an outrageous Saint Knight candidate, but that is a different story.

Without knowing anything about such a rush on the clouds, Yongdu Tamiya was under the sky of the journey. The destination, the Federal Kingdom of Zanktogaren, is on the map a neighbour of the kingdom of Arquelle, which is currently located, but in fact there is a great mountain range of divisions lying between the two countries. It was also the prevailing opinion in the mission that there would be no deliberate choice of inconvenient and obstructive paths to travel with the mountains that could be crossed if that were to be concerned. So they will go north through well-maintained streets in Arquel and aim to enter Zanktogaren from the Armando region, which is the northern border.

Right now, Yongdu et al are aboard a carriage brought on purpose by boat from the Omnian Empire. The towing horse is also a horn, and the body marked with a sign indicating the official embassy of the Empire cannot be procured in a foreign country by boulders. So it takes the form of transporting sea routes and buying horses in port towns before leaving. He chews his own way through what he calls a modern day car-ferry. And I felt secretly cut off from my old family vacation and Japanese memories.

"What's up, boy? Looks like it's empty."

Elisha, who is present in the carriage, calls to see if she cares about this one.

"No, it's nothing. I just don't know what to say... I'm a little bored with the similarly similar scenery going on."

It's not that I misled you, it's true. Even though it's a street, it's not paved like modern Japan, and vehicles are carriages, not automobiles. Compared to a car that literally has a different digit horsepower than a horse, the itinerary progresses like a turtle. Inevitably, the view flowing out the window also never attempted to change.

"Hmm? I think a carriage trip is something like this."

"Oh, no. I've never been in a carriage before..."

I hastily explained that to the point where I flew in without any concern. The fact that Yongdu is a brave man summoned from different worlds is known only by a fairly high ranking executive in Omnia. It was something that was still hidden from Elisha, a candidate for the Holy Knight and a man of other nations. She is the closest person in this world and sometimes her temperament is sagging, and from time to time when we are talking, she may inadvertently slip her mouth. There shouldn't have been anything like a borough so far - and Yongdu believes it - but at this rate it's suspicious how long it'll last too.

(I need to say weird things and keep this guy out of weird things...)

Yes, he was a boy to re-tighten his mind.

"Right. If this is your first time in a carriage, be careful not to get drunk, okay? But if you feel ill, I have a hand in getting you healed."

Say it, it's shrinking uncomfortably in the corner of the opposite seat - of the Orthodox Angel who should be grand in nature - Elisha turning her gaze to Irmaella.

"Ah, ha, ha! Whenever you don't feel well, say..."

"It's okay, Mr. Elisha. I didn't get drunk on the boat to get there, and I don't think it's a problem."

"- Oh, really? Yes......"

Gabba and the thriving Irmaella rush back to their seats again in a pungent manner. To that appearance Yongdu recalled again the uncomfortable times when he was assigned to this carriage.

Yongdu's identity in this mission is ostensibly that of a group of faces, the entourage of Irmaella. but there was another different side to the back. When they offered to leave, Fantoni told me,

"Ask Lord Brave to act with the summoner, Lord Irmaella, as much as possible. More than the former, the clergy of the Holy Kingship is one of the roles of the brave Pilgrim. If so, she is the one who will strike and put on a contract with you, even if she lives in the power of rare times. I thought we should use this journey to deepen our understanding of each other. '

That is.

It's an extra favor. I wonder who would do it bravely or something, but I also felt the limit to being canned in Omnia like this. I'm with a slightly awkward opponent, but I promised if I could get out of the outside world, I didn't know this would be the perfect feather. Thanks to this, I buy extra motivation from other clerics in the mission, as well as treading and kicking.

Speaking of the only salvation, about the fact that you're riding me with Irmaella and Yongdu, who's doing that sidekick, because Elisha, who is well-intentioned, is the same woman? Otherwise, he might have escaped as an opportunity to go outside.

……

……

The incomprehensible silence filled the vehicle's interior.

As for Yongdu, he rubbed Irmaella in the past and even waved violence. I feel guilty for doing something intact to a weak girl. but as much as that, there was also a desire to hold Teng personally accountable for bringing himself into the other world.

She was also struck in a way that was no clearer than this. There will be hindsight, and I think there will be fear and distrust for Yongdu, who expressed it in a violent way. It was an awkward pattern like nothing more. I wonder what Fantoni's Park Min-Jen thought of this opportunity to understand and so on.

"If you say so."

Elisha opens her mouth to change the air.

"Looks like we're going all the way north from Nolluo, but are we going into Voldan like this?

"Yes, because continuing north along the east is the shortcut to Armando"

Ilmaella also replied somewhere horrified.

but Yongdu feels something that doesn't fall to his heart. The itinerary is well known, so Elisha knows it well enough. You don't have to ask questions. Maybe it's a takeaway to relieve a line of awkwardness, but I also feel less willing to continue talking about it. Rather than say, you look like you're doing it with a wide mouth.

"Is there something bothering you?

"No, I don't. If we went to Voldan, the lord would come out to welcome us, wouldn't he?

That's natural. We stayed in a noble mansion called Baron Alrez, who keeps the land when we stayed overnight in Noluau. It's easy to get entertainment before stopping by, but I guess that's common sense in this world. Even in the forthcoming Voldan, it seems the same.

"... is that lord a nasty guy?

"Yu, Master Yut!

Irmaella rushes to restrain her elbow, but ignores it. As a priest, I wouldn't feel good about the act of slapping people in the shadows, but it doesn't matter. I'm asking Elisha right now.

It is not an unfounded assumption. I made him Baron Alrez in the example, which in his eyes was reflected in such a typical vicious aristocrat as seemed to have a sticking skin of greed. I don't want to think there are many of those kinds of people, but when I think about someone's father somewhere, I don't think that's going to happen.

Elisha also went on without being attached to the exchange between the two.

"Right... at least he's someone who's not going to fit with the boy or Lord Irmaella. It's not my hobby to say bad things about someone who's lined up for once."

"Have you lined up?

"What, you didn't know by your place name? The battle for Voldan… The war against Arquelle, which took place in that part of the world last year, led to the neglect of the system of the Zanktogaren Confederation and the entry into civil war. So, I was a knight in this country at the time, and I was in the military, too."

I remember something a little less frivolous in a tone that has no feeling or groaning.

War. Killing each other humans. The woman in front of her was involved in such a sour dispute. The fact that a handful of dependable opponents in this world were at war. Yongdu can't swallow it well and unconsciously grips his fist hard.

Whether or not she was aware of the boy's condition, the woman clasped her shoulders in a daze.

"No, to be honest, I was surprised when this mission told me to join you as an escort. Anyway, I must have slaughtered quite a few people over there."

"So, are you okay? It may be rude to say this, but we are messengers going to stop the civil war, but we are not going to buy our frustrations..."

Ilmaella shows the greatest concern. but the person who said it is not particularly disgusting.

"Well. After all, what does this HR mean? Maybe this is a form of threat, huh? In short, here's the thing - if we're going to keep fighting any more, we have an idea here too. I'm comfortable with the possibility of genuinely connecting with Arquelle and exercising his powers - I guess I was accompanied by a statement of intent in the battle ahead…"

"Cheng Cheng..."

The women who live in this world seem to have understood each other, but are refreshed by Yongdu, a former high school student from another world. There is no reason to have any experience in politics, no particular interest in news, etc. Even if such typical modern Japanese youth are preached about the diplomatic rush between the four great powers of the continent, it is difficult.

"By the way, what's up with the lord's story in that place called Voldan?

So I decided to get back to the main point. No, it's probably closer to the main road than this bunch is a diplomatic envoy, Ning Lo.

"Oh, Uncle Ovenil... you're talking about Hou. He's a hard man to describe in a nutshell."

Always for Elisha as if she had broken bamboo, it was a rare saying as if something had caught in her teeth.

"And say?

"I guess I'm competent in terms of my ability or not. But something is out of line. Yeah, it's uneven. I feel like I deserve it the most when I say how I remember him."

Saying, she gave a cheeky, far-sighted look.

"From an early age, he was drowned in the alchemy of giving birth to gold, drowning down his real brother to take the status of Count, and ascended to the fathom marquis of the tri-state by merit in the war. If you look at this, you look like an ambitious man."

"Is it not?

"- That's not a simple man.... behave warmly for the sake of bleeding into delusion, and serve up impotence if you think you are timid. You seem to be achieving your goals efficiently, and you have no idea what you're aiming for. That's a chunk of contradiction. Something important as a person is deadly uneven somewhere.... in that sense, it looks a little like a boy."

"Huh? Me?

Suddenly it is so acclaimed that it makes a face like a pigeon ate a bean cannon.

"Don't look so unintentional. No, I wouldn't be happy to be with you. What I'm talking about is common sense, or different perspectives. You're supposed to be looking at the same thing, but you see something different in your eyes. It's like living in another world, coming from a different world -"

Dokiri and his heart rattled. It is as if Yongdu's origins were discerned as being summoned from another world.

(... No, there's no reason for that)

My identity is to be known only to Irmaella, the chief executive and summoner of the Order. There is no way that Elisha, who is still a candidate before she was appointed to the Holy Knight, will reveal her secrets. Daichi, I guess you are referring to a country that would have come from a far away, different race from the people of this continent.

With room for him to manage to quell the upset, the female knight was about to tie the story.

"- Ma'am, he's a hard man to describe in words. It would actually be quicker to look at it with those eyes.... I'm not the one who wants to go too deep."

"Ha, ha"

It's like I get it, it's like I don't get it.

Ilmaella asks with a bewildered and windy look if it is a similar sentiment.

"Would you welcome that one about us?

"Come on? You have to ask the person. I don't know. No, I don't know if I would honestly tell the truth if I heard it..."

"If you can, I hope you can help us stabilize the continent..."

"With that said, we'll be cooperating. I'm sure he's not the kind of man who seeks war and unrest. I can't guarantee that you'll cooperate in the way you want."

In short, a Phantom that can never be understood or trusted. That was the impression Yongdu got. Bad in nature, a nobleman named Marquis Ovenil, Lord of Voldan, can't even predict whether to turn to his enemies. Now I don't hesitate to lean on countermeasures, I even feel that it is still better to be clearly an enemy.

If I didn't ask, I'd have regrets. From now on, we must meet such disturbing, suspicious and inexplicable figures. It is Irmaella and the other envoys who actually meet, who will not even call you in the capacity of her caregiver, but still cannot wipe your anxiety away. If I hadn't known, I would have done it right...

"Whoa, if you make a rumor, it's time to get into that Voldan -"

Elisha's, teasing voice, pointing her gaze out the window, was accidentally cut off.

"- What is that?

The discovery of a foreign object that is disgusting, as if it had also been found in a pile of dead bodies that suddenly appeared on the side of the road. That's what I read from her expression. Yongdu is also followed, and he follows the end of his gaze even as he learns a bad feeling.

The view stretching beneath your eyes looks like a mere field in the distance. The figure of the peasants who work in mowing and making weeds by dividing into the green they adore in the spring. What a pastoral sight that would be. But it's not. If you look at it crumbly, you can quickly see the unusual reality of it.

People who looked like peasants were divided into two kinds of clutter. That is, the person who gives the instructions and the person who actually performs the work. Among them, those in charge of instructions have nothing to highlight. A regular farmer.

The problem is the latter. Unusually lean and faded body with a relaxed foothold. The luggage on the backpack (soy sauce) is also obviously excessive, and it can be seen that it has been severely abused to see it. The odd thing is that even though the harshly labored side is an overwhelming majority, it silently follows irrational instructions without any sign of disobedience.

Yongdu was flashy. I remember this sight. That said, it's not like I've actually seen it. I learned that only in the history that was in the school textbooks. One of the shameful past, highlighted among the human history of the planet.

"It's like... a slave"

"It's like, not"

I shake my head and say to Elisha to disgust me.

"Those are true slaves."

The people ahead of her gaze were uniformly forced to insert a silver collar around her neck.