Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Ten days later.

In the streets of salt, reinforcements who had finally arrived had made a safe rendezvous with General Pujol's troops.

Most of them are infantry soldiers, but Aura has painstakingly arranged them, and the blunt dragon's pulling loading dragon cars are incorporated at nearly double the normal ratio.

Thanks to this, the colors of serious fatigue cannot be denied to the recruits that this is their first march in action.

The streets of salt are cut open with spaces for camping at regular intervals. In the corner of the meadow, the head of the reinforcements was face-to-face with General Pujol Gijen.

"We're here now! This brings our army under the command of General Pujols."

Its middle-aged knight is also more than a hundred and eighty in stature, but if he nevertheless stands in front of General Pujol, nearly two metres away, he will enter its shadow softly.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let the soldiers rest as they are. Allow people to get their hands on water and handheld food. I need you to help me reorganize my unit."

"Ha, roger!

The middle-aged knight replies with a loud voice to the General of the Giant, who speaks pale administrative language.

Soldiers in the march hang water bags and small food bags on their hips just in case they get sloppy. The contents of the food bag are dried meat flavoured with tight salt and pepper and chunks of brown sugar. It's a sight that people on the North Continent are likely to graduate if they see it, such as pepper and sugar handed out to end soldiers, but it's not particularly surprising around here either.

In the Kingdom of Karpua, which is the largest producer of sugar, sugar is sometimes cheaper than salt, depending on the season and location.

Neither salty, hard dried meat, nor a chunk of hard sugar just sweet, is a daily favorite flavor, but it's a good enough treat for the soldiers who are tired in the flaming march.

Soldiers, given a break and a resupply permit, sit all over the street and reach for water and food on their hips.

Next to the new American soldiers hanging hard on hard dried meat, veteran soldiers are eating dried meat sliced to bite size with a small knife of personal effects they were bringing in. An even more loose soldier slowly eats dried meat and sugar chunks one at a time, hiding the rest in his nose, not in a lumbar bag of military food.

Thus, if you say, "I ate everything," you will receive just as much replenishment as everyone else later. That's how you sell the stuffed food to the soldiers of New America on your way home.

Of course, two meals during the march are well fed, but the calories consumed in military operations in flames still can't make up for it.

For that reason, it makes a lot of sense to have lumbar food that you can drink and eat at your personal discretion, but there are bound to be some new American soldiers out there who are eating up lumbar food along the way and watching their coworkers snack time unceasingly. Such a guy is somehow a chubby good man who pays for a set of dried meat and sugar chunks that can even be bought for a child's allowance in the city of Wang Du.

So while the soldiers were resting in the relaxed air, the commanders of all armies were busy taking over.

Within a simple command unit made of dirt and magic in the hall by the street, General Pujols meets with the general at the helm of the reinforcements and reconfirms the reinforcements' strength.

"I see. The basic configuration is a common infantry army. Is there an additional supply and engineering unit there?"

General Pujol, who understands the magnitude of the budget it takes to replenish and engineer, admires the inner "excitement".

This would allow even the recruits to withstand prolonged military operations. The problem is that recruits who have tasted such endless and burdensome treatment on their first expedition will mistake it for "this is the real battle," but that's not what they think right now.

"Hmm. On the boulder, Your Majesty knows what the front line is."

General Pujol whines so in his mouth as he lowers his back to a crude chair made of dirt magic.

Queen Aura and General Pujol are political opponents who contest the real rights of the national army, but at the same time are in a relationship between their superiors and subordinates. The two of them, who understand the folly of creating internal worries over politics, will never imitate each other's feet on top of their public duties. Such an odd relationship of trust is formed between the two of us.

Either way, General Pujol, who finished confirming his newly added strength, looked around at the captains gathered inside a narrow temporary headquarters,

"Thank you for your hard work. Take turns and rest. Full action starts tomorrow. Rest is a priority for today. Except for the engineers. Ask the engineers to work to create the camp. The engineers are off tomorrow."

"Ha!"

"I understand!

The captains of the reinforcements respond by placing their right fists on their left chest.

Engineers in this world are mixed with soil magic users, quite in a certain proportion. Their arms are not comparable to those of a mechanized modern engineer, but they have the ability to build a base of cloud mud compared to an unusable general soldier of earthly magic. With that power, it is not impossible to create an all-army lodging in a single day.

In operations, including long-running camps, the enrichment of the camps has a great deal to do with the fatigue of soldiers.

Even a simple piece of dirt wall made of earthly magic contributes greatly to resting at bedtime simply by being indoors, and in a camp with no great bedding, there is a difference in cloud mud in the comfort of sleep, whether the ground is used to being flat or not.

Too blatantly shredding dense forests increases the likelihood of hostility to even other dragon species living in dense forests, so overdoing is forbidden, but enrichment of engineers is a truly gratifying story as commanders.

In the tentative main management where only himself and his belly remain, Pujol Gijen kneels and thinks.

"Hmm... if this is all we can enrich the rear, we can afford time and power. Is this a little greedy...?

Such a general's crush was blocked by dirt walls and tents, and there was no leak outside.

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Many people have forgotten these days because they work as entertainers for public events and princes and princesses of both kingdoms, but even though Yoshijiro draws royal blood in colour, his upbringing is not royal. Therefore, we do not yet leave the area of the burning blade for its etiquette and knowledge.

Against this background, the lecture by Mrs Octavia on knowledge and upbringing, although occasional, was still ongoing.

"That's hot. The heat of the day doesn't end that way after a terrible heat season,"

Yoshijiro shrugged so, nervously to the tip of his finger, and returned the bowl of cold tea with his mouth in a grace in accordance with the courtesy without sound on the wooden table.

The sunlight that plugs in through the open windows is considerably less aggressive than it was in the 'Horrible Summer' period, but if Yoshijiro's physique is still right, he should still be waiting up there in his spare time for Midsummer.

However, Mrs. Octavia, who tips her little neck elegantly because she is not tolerant of such a stranger, leaks a slightly different feeling while indicating consent.

"Sure, it's still a lot hotter, but I just appreciate how this makes it hotter for you to do it if you're indoors. I can't sleep in the heat, and the morning is gone."

Seems to shut up about the heat during the terrible heat, but the heat seems acceptable enough right now. Even a true-looking lady is just a raw Karpua kingdom.

Sanjiro accidentally leaked a bitter laugh while

"Already an" easy season to spend "for those people? Don't be sad about the difference in birth."

I said so in a self-derisive manner. When I lived in the Kanto region of Japan, I was Yoshijiro, who didn't think I was particularly vulnerable to the heat, but the land where the temperature rises above my body temperature on boulders is different on its own.

The Countess lays her hands on her mouth and overlaps her words with a small laugh, as she follows the self-derision of such a good jiro.

"I'm afraid so. However, compared to last year, Mr. Zenjiro has been able to do a lot. If we grow older, we'll get used to it as much as we do in the not-too-distant future."

"I hope..."

Yoshijiro was momentarily impoverished by his response because he realized he was unfamiliar with getting through this year's 'terrible summer season' easier than last year.

Last year there was only an ice fan, but this year there was air conditioning in the bedroom. Thanks to the safe running air conditioning so far, we are able to always have a comfortable night in the bedroom. Thanks to this, the fatigue during the terrible summer months was only minimal.

Even now, he is Sanjiro, who has no idea that he can survive the 'terrible summer' night without relying on any cooling equipment.

If only the bedroom, which is a place of relaxation and a place of bedtime, is always maintained in the first half of twenty degrees Celsius, it is not impossible to overcome the hot weather. On the other hand, if you are driven around by a temporarily fugitive enthusiasm from morning to evening, you probably won't last as long as five days with your good health and patience.

(If I learn the magic of "Momentary Travel" in the future, the stage is going to expand as Aura's name. When I think about the fact that I'm going to have a job that makes me want to stay, can you tell me that I'm not used to it forever)

At least, we have to be able to survive the coolness of the water moat and natural winds, leaving us with a pitiful state of inability to move a step from the Wang capital with a backyard during the harsh summer months.

Now that the Queen's duties as a nominee are increasing dramatically, how unsavory that state is.

Hayajiro, who doesn't have shards in his head, such as the promise that if he cooperates in the original "child making, you don't have to do anything later" anymore, yes, he will think about how to shake himself in the future. I've been coming to this world for a year and a half. Sunjiro, who had lost his fatigue, which had been stained physically and mentally by overtime pickling, was regaining the value of working as a virtue.

"It's just that we're just used to the heat of a bad summer, too, and it's not without bitterness. So it's honest to be envious of the royals who have the 'escape' from the heat of a terrible summer."

!?

The royal family has an easier way to escape the heat of the hot weather. To that word leaked out of Mrs. Octavia's mouth without any concern, Yoshijiro expresses a moment of astonishment on her face.

(Do you know the presence of air conditioning or ice fans? Leaked from where!?)

That is not enough information to say that it is absolutely unpleasant to be known externally, but it is information that so far lays down a decree for all residents who work in the rear palace. If it seems to be leaking, we must check the information blockade in the rear palace once.

(Oh, but when I first transferred it on that carpet, not only did I participate in the inspection of the items I held, but I also participated in the royal palace samurai and Kingsguard soldiers, so the existence itself is pretty well known? But I can't believe I noticed the function of the appliance on that occasion. Now, I don't even know how to open a foldable opera glass, because I only thought it was a decoration so what)

With her expression fixed, Mrs. Octavia shakes her head as small and vertical as she realizes while Yoshijiro circles her glue and thoughts.

"Oh, hey, don't you know Master Zenzilow? The Karpua Royal Family has a number of 'summer shelters'.

Now Aura is unavailable because she is alone, but when there were more than one user, the royal families took turns evacuating to the Summer Place every year during the "Horrible Summer" season. "

"Huh. Speaking of which, don't even feel like His Majesty Aura was saying something like that"

Sanjiro, who nearly opened a bill from here that he didn't have to open with a dangerous evil push, pushed and killed the inner tension and answered that in a slightly obsessive tone.

(Oh, is that what you mean? Blur, blur. I almost dug the grave)

In this country, there is no cooling equipment like air conditioning or ice fans, but on the contrary, there is the magic of 'instant travel' that can transport the body to a summer shelter in an instant.

As Mrs Octavia said, in the present situation, where there is only one user of 'instant travel' Aura, we cannot afford the luxury of using 'instant travel' for royal summer shelter, but if we have more than one user, we can take turns and escape to the summer shelter.

I see, has the royal family survived the 'terrible summer season' that way before? Indeed, that is a royal privilege, and I can see Mrs Octavia saying 'I'm proud'.

Sanjiro, who understood the situation, continues to talk to the public to delude his inner agitation when he manages to calm his heart beat.

"I don't know much about it, but I guess it's cool to call it a summer resort. Is that the Alpine region?

For Yoshijiro from the central region of Japan, Karuizawa was the first person to come up with the idea of being said to be a summer shelter. From there it inevitably became the idea of a summer resort, the Equal Highlands, but the summer resorts are not all about the Highlands.

"Yes, they also have highland summer shelters. But the royals were more commonly used on Bareas Island, right? It's a small island on the coastline, but the whole island is royally owned, so you think it's the perfect place to stay quiet?"

"Oh, a summer place in the ocean."

That's royalty. A sanctuary where an entire island is occupied by a clan is a sumptuous thing. You perceived that you drew interest from the look on Yoshijiro's face, and Mrs. Octavia continues her explanation when she mouths cold tea with an exemplary and courteous method.

"Yes, I've never been invited, so it's only hearsay knowledge, but I hear it's a very beautiful island. Because the whole island is so shallow, you can't even get close to it by a large ship, but for that matter, you don't lean against the sea or sea dragons, so you can safely enjoy playing with the water?

They also say that the sand that spreads across the coastline squeaks cuckoo when people step on it, strangely. "

"Hmm, 'ringing sand'?"

As for the ringing sand, he is also a good jiro who has heard the story on earth.

I don't know the detailed principle, but when a person steps on it or pokes it with a stick at a certain angle, the sand makes a noise like a squeal. Yoshijiro himself has no experience walking on the beach of ringing sand, but it is a story that attracts a lot of interest.

"I see. That sounds quite interesting."

"Yes. They say the sunset is beautiful and there are some caves near the beach that have been shredded by waves. Inside it's very cool, white stalactites hang innumerably, and you think that's a fantastic sight"

"Well, sooner or later, I'll find some free time and I'll tell you what I want to see."

The conversation between Wang and the tutor continued with some attention.