Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

In the south of the central continent, the Lichtainian territory is barren land covered in the Jiggle Desert, but more people want it than in ancient times.

The biggest reason for this is the presence of beautiful oases dotted in the Jiggle Desert.

The Spirit does not come close to the oasis where people gather and live, but vice versa also means that the Spirit comes close if there are not even people.

If we can get that oasis, the spirits might gather together and get the spiritual stones.

But neighboring countries could not help themselves, because the slave trade made the Principality of Liechtenstein strongly connected to the Grand Empire.

Until last month, too, relations between the two countries are now cold.

Dissatisfaction with the Duke is growing daily among the people, and what happened at such an arrowhead is the rebellion that set forth the liberation of slaves.

Duchy of Lichtein, 50 cells (150 km) south of the capital Azbakar.

The Duke Army 4000 collided with the Liberation Army 2000, which set up the slave liberation.

It is about July 19, 1023, the history of the Empire.

The surroundings are overflowing with a tremendous number of corpses, and dyeing sand like gold grains is a bright red bloodshed.

Mixing with heat is cheering. It is the skinny, decaying slaves that give you victory.

Slaves dressed in disgrace take armor and swords and other things away from us and the defeated.

We have decided to win or lose, but the battle is still under way. Nobles and soldiers who were ashamed to surrender to slavery continue to fight.

But now it is only a minor resistance. Because whoever commands them is already out of breath.

We can also tailor the snake without a head. Without fangs and poison, it's no different than rope.

A head is the Duke of Richtine, and his neck was in the hands of one big man.

The big man crossing the camel is not from this continent. My skin is light purple and my sweaty face is tough.

"It's disgusting. Since when has the central continent become so weak? Was the Black Book a lie?

of a species called the Demons. He sighed with great regret.

When I shake my head and then look around, I see a Richter soldier being killed.

I don't have a hobby for genocide, but even if I recommended surrender, they never shook their necks vertically.

I can't wait to get together somewhere and get attacked behind my back. I'll kill you when I think about the future.

"It's a foolish country to put strangers on balls to see what the law of war is all about. The people of a country who don't know how to defeat a bandit army are nothing but misfortunes."

The Duke's army has laid a siege by dispersing numbers in his favor, but dispersing his power is like telling him to destroy each and every one.

"Even though I knew it would disperse, I don't think I knew I would concentrate"

It would have been good if there had been a measure, but even if I had known the disadvantage, I would not have found any measure.

It's just that I bumped into a force.

If you are caught off guard because you think you are a bandit, then you are not.

"You can't win a battle just by being positive. Even if it's a bandit army."

I told that to my grabbed neck and then called out to the escort.

"Let this neck be delivered to the capital. With a letter."

The big man who gave him his neck pulled the camel's reins up to the main unit.

It was July 21-2, 1023, when the Fourth Imperial Army came forward.

Principality of Lichtein, capital Azbakar. In the golden palace, which should also be a symbol of power, the nobles were rushing around, whispering their voices and expressing their dissatisfaction with the Duke's house.

Last month's painful defeat of losing a man and three men. Further south, the slave liberation pretext is used as a pretext to ramble around with a girl whose former slave was a man wearing slaves and mercenaries as his flag.

It was four days ago that the Paralyzed Duke himself led 2,000 Camel Cavalry, 1000 Light Infantry and 1000 Slave Infantry, sensing that no one would take the initiative to embark on repression and that the Bandits were aiming for the capital.

The Golden Palace - the hall where the throne is located - was filled with nobles with anxiety on their faces.

Because it was time for the results of the clash between the bandits and the Duke's army to arrive.

There, a single decree rushes in with breath.

"I say! The Duke's army is devastated by thieves! The Duke of Richtine has been killed in action!

A groan was raised by the nobles. Because I thought it was a winning report.

One nobleman broke in and stuffed it into a missionary order.

The face is blue and I shake my neck on the side many times that I can't believe it.

"If so, silly...... Would that be a lie? That can't be happening."

A nobleman who grabbed the shoulder of the decree floats a desperate shape and brings his face closer.

I can't help it if he can't believe it. There are fewer than 2,000 bandits running around in the South.

In contrast, the Duke's army has a selection of elites, not necessarily high morale in last month's painful defeat, but it was nevertheless impeccably enhanced by the Duke's own leadership.

Stiffening around even further should have been all the great aristocrats with real combat experience and no problems with the chain of command.

"What the hell happened?

"Slave infantry falls back to the bandits, and all the great nobles are killed. The Duke fought hard, but he couldn't help it!

Away from the bitterly distorted preaching, the nobleman, when cursed, began to fold his knees on the spot, lay his forehead on the floor and bring a whimper.

At the end of the day, among the aristocrats around us, there are even those who fall. Some grumble that this country is over, while others calculate to exile.

Everyone imagined that the Principality of Richter was close to dying, but there were those who would stop such despair from spreading into the hall.

"Quiet. I don't have time to be sad. We have to discuss the future. You can't let the bandits do what they want."

The gaze of the nobles concentrates on the person who stepped into the hall.

The man stopped walking to see if he could pull his hips out when he was exposed to an indignant gaze, but immediately began to move on the red carpet.

The lines are thin and the body is not durable, and the blue and white face is likely to fall now.

He is the second son of the Duke of Lichtein family and a young man whom no one wanted as a trace from his infirmity.

His name is Karl Ork Lichtein. The title is Count.

Carl, who proceeded to walk to the center of the nobles, pointed his white arm, which had not touched the yang, at the entrance.

"And finally he came too"

Marquis Lanquille, who guards the Northwest border, entered the hall in an arrogant manner.

It is an absurd attitude that makes frightened nobles laugh with their noses.

This man, who will be 34 this year, is also a hero of the Principality of Lichtein, who has left the army of his neighbour Steisen 30,000, which he attacked two years ago.

However, the talent was distracted from the center and turned to Northwest Border Guard due to the difficulty in the character of certain things.

Marquis Lanquille looked up at Carl and deepened his grin, without lowering his head when he fell on his knees.

"I'm not really sorry that this time the Duke of Richtine died, but I don't have time to be sad either. Soon, Count Carl will be named Duke."

Angry voices are raised by the surrounding nobles to the Marquis of Lanquille, who, while suddenly appearing, says something soggy and unsolicited.

"What do you decide for yourself! Count Carl is also weak enough to bring the country together -"

"What do you say? I don't want to complain about the deceased - the duke doesn't look at the country for all the interest, and the prize and punishment aren't fair, he's just asking about the complexion of the grand aristocracy. And he was a foolish man whose temper was rough and easy to fall into the hands of his enemies. It's just a cereal crush, with no distinction whatsoever."

I forgot the names of such fools. said Marquis Ranquille.

A nobleman whose face turned bright red with anger raises his voice.

"You! Whatever it takes will be disrespectful!

"Ha, until I told you the facts. Besides, are you happy inside?

"Hey, I don't know..."

"Do I need to say everything? You know what I mean."

Many of the Duke's armies headed for this crackdown, along with the Duke, were also responsible for the decline of this country.

The fact that they are gone also means that the remaining nobles can take their place.

(I won't let you.)

Finally, the time has come to normalize the country.

Even if the Duke did not die, the future of this country was doomed by civil unrest.

There were more signs of it than there was before, and I was holding it back with all my might.

It is also inevitable that this bandit army was born.

(But...... how dare things change two or three times in such a short time)

A sweet man and three men were killed in battle, and the bandits took them to the Duke.

It's not a word, but it feels good enough to give a prize to the bandits who saved the country.

"But fortunately in the midst of misfortune, the Duke's family has excellence. Have mercy on your people, honor your soldiers, and think of your men. Karl Ork Lichtein."

After his illuminating head, Count Carl grabbed his hand with his chest.

"But I am weak on this street. I don't know when I'm going to die. Can you sum up the Principality of Richter for me like that?"

Marquis Lanquille smiled and nodded loudly to show.

"I'm not sure about my body because I'm not a doctor, but I don't know when I'm going to die in this day and age, rather I feel like I'm dying ahead of the healthier ones"

The man thirsty for the future died, as did the duke, who was magnificent, before his sick and weak son.

Count Carl only looks bitter, without anger, when he says he is sarcastic to his father and brothers.

"Then maybe it's not a bad idea to try the Duke until this life runs out. But will the people recognize me?

"I'm not worried about that either. If you crusade the thieves who defeated the Duke, you will have to admit to the people."

"Then I shall be duke after I have defeated the thief"

Groaning that he was serious, Marquis Lanquille nodded to Eagle Deep and looked around at the nobles.

"Well, Master Carl seems to have decided his mind. What are you guys gonna do?

"If Master Carl is determined, I can't help it. But how are we going to deal with the bandits who defeated our country's elite?

That's right, that's right, voices are raised from around you.

I mock the nobles who have forgotten to think for themselves, and I am dismayed at how corrupt they have been so far.

(I want to kill you, but you still have a use for it. If we don't squeeze the money these guys put in first)

Marquis Lanquille, shrugging his shoulders, opened his mouth.

"Nothing. You don't have to bump into the bandits from the front."

"Marquis Lanquille…… will you tell me more"

In the words of Count Carl, Marquis Lanquille said, "Please wait a while longer".

and one man ran into the hall.

"We would like to report you! The Fourth Imperial Army is assembling at Fortress Berk, and they think they're ready to attack us!

What awaited was this report. At this time, the Marquis of Lanquille was convinced of the victory.

A man who possesses a martial arts of the same kind and tells other countries that he is nothing more than a Richter.

A plot estranged by the Duke comes up with various measures and smiles with pleasure.

But not for the lords. A lion is attacking the Central Continent.

The blurring occurs and the fright fills the hall.

Marquis Lanquille raised his voice to reassure them like that.

"Be calm! I have a plan!

A gaze filled with anticipation concentrates on the Marquis of Lanquille.

The Marquis of Lanquille was also good at mastering people's hearts.

If there had been one ancient nobleman here, he would have exposed his defiance of him, but unfortunately he followed the Duke and died in battle.

Therefore all that remains here are the aristocrats who have become the days.

No one wants to lose their current status. More than that, I spare my life.

That's why I was complaining earlier, but now I follow the Marquis of Lanquille.

The Marquis of Lanquille, hoisted the corner of his mouth at the time, gave a good voice.

"Dear Carl. I was wondering if it was okay to leave the opponent of the bandit army to the bandit army."

"... you mean hitting the bandits against the Fourth Imperial Army?

"That's the thing. Nothing is difficult. Leading the Fourth Imperial Army is the famous Shadow General. He is a mortal general who has only become a general in the spill of General Roing."

I fished my nose and spread a piece of paper over a red carpet. It is a map of the Principality of Lichtein.

"Now, first of all, I would like to ask the people of the Hordes to gather their soldiers from the forts and the city. Without the soldiers, nothing would have started."

The aristocrats who heard it rushed into the hall to call the private soldiers who kept them in their own territory.

At times like this, those who move first benefit. But those who lag behind will end up with fewer rewards.

Those hearts and minds have dealt with the great nobles. They know very well, and they try to attract Count Carl's interest by demonstrating quick action.

By contrast, what a nobleman who brings soldiers but does not follow the Duke or has no more soldiers than he did is to throw personal possessions.

In an instant the hall was silent as a cancer.

The only ones left behind are the two nobles and the escorts.

"Well, there are no more interruptors. Please don't let anyone else have this conversation."

"Okay."

"It's a plan for an important win. Are you sure?

Marquis Ranquille flies a sharp gaze. Count Carl, who swallowed his spit, nodded silently.

Empire History July 26, 1023.

Bilu arrived safely at the border city of Lynx without anything.

With his black clothes in the wind, Biru rushes from the station to reach the Iron Gate in front of Uncle Grinda's mansion.

He was pinched with a hemp bag on his back and a long stick on his side, a gatekeeper with a suspicious face, but he seemed to remember his face, and when he thanked him, he opened the gate immediately.

But you won't forget the boy with the eye bands covering half his face early either. And, it wasn't until Biru realized that the gate was completely open.

Biru stops at the first few steps he takes. Because a dragon appeared in front of me.

I thought you'd welcomed me. Something's wrong.

It also seems to me that you look grumpy. Bilu looked behind it with a strange face.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you."

Uncle Grinda Borderline stood with a good-looking smile on her face.

Bilu can consider why the "dragon" is grumpy.

Maybe the insect is not in a good place because they were forced to bring him here.

Or angry that they woke me up early in the morning. It would be something like that.

There is one thing more surprising than that. Grinda, this is where Uncle Frontier is.

"Have you been waiting for me this early in the morning?

Not a moment has passed since the sun rose yet.

In the first place, we haven't even reported the expected arrival date, so there's no reason for Biru to be surprised.

I'm so sorry to hear how long you've been waiting.

But if you don't mind, Uncle Grinda's border shakes her head.

"No, no, the royal family is coming to us more naturally. I picked him up at the station, too. Apparently, he misplaced it."

"Thank you."

Grinda Borderline uncle, smiling bitterly at the frightening Biru, fished out her pocket and took out a single letter.

It was delivered by Biru using a Kelheit family order.

"I instructed you to do what you wrote in your letter. But is that all you want?

"Yeah, enough. Thank you very much."

"Yes, don't bother if you keep your head down again and again. You became a prince, so I gave you my orders. Thank you. I need to feel about it."

"That's just..."

In response to Biru's cheek-cragging response, Uncle Grinda nods, yeah.

That's what I said. I slapped him on the shoulder.

Bilu feels slightly discounted by Grinda Borderline Uncle, who has a high mood (tension) in the morning.

I noticed that, Grinda, the frontier uncle put his head on the wrong face.

"Oh...... sorry. I've been up all night, but I'm glad you were recognized as a descendant. Were you just a little familiar? If you do this to the prince, you may be guilty of disrespect."

It would be Biru's fault for staying up all night.

So I can't say anything, and since Uncle Grinda Borderline is a good person, I'm not offended by anything as much as being slapped on the shoulder.

I would have been angry if this had been around the first prince of Stobel.

Before the silence fell between the two, Billu decided to change the subject.

"Did Liz go out in action?

"Oh. I just got a letter yesterday. Probably by the time you're already in Richter territory."

"Then I'll excuse myself………………"

"Uncle Grinda hastily stopped Biru, who tried to cross into the dragon.

"You're not even going to have breakfast?

"Yeah, I was wondering..."

One of the things you write about in a letter from the Emperor - the emergence of the Demonic Nation.

None of the species known as demons are pureblood, although they exist in the Central Continent.

Although the kingdom of Leveling is a demonic country to the northeast of the Grants Great Empire, they are not pureblooded species.

So you won't have to bother to write about the Demon Clan appearing, etc.

Together, the demonic tribe that emerged south of the Duchy of Richter is likely to be a pureblood species.

A thousand years ago I fought for hegemony with them on the central continent, and I know its strength with my own hands.

(A normal demon tribe would be able to deal with even Liz, but if you have a demon stone, it's dangerous)

The Demons possess the inexplicable power of magic.

Some have little magic, while others have a number of different digits.

The way to distinguish it is whether it produces crystals somewhere in some parts of the body.

Magic that does not fit in the body accumulates and crystallizes outside the body.

The name "Demon Stone" was established by exercising similar powers to Spirit Stone.

If that turns out to be a bowl to bowl with Liz, it's not hard to imagine a very dangerous situation.

I wouldn't have guessed the heart of Biru, who had thought of it, but Uncle Grinda Borderline smiles bitterly at his righteous face.

"Then you should buy food and water in the city. Even when I pinched a break on the road..."

Billu called out to stop Uncle Grinda Borderline, who had begun to fish his nose again.

"It's okay. Food and water are in here."

And, twist your body to show the hemp bag you carried on your back.

"I see. Then go with care. I'm here for the good news."

"I'm coming."

Turning his back on Uncle Glinda, who smiles like his mother and drops him off, he pulls the reins across the dragon. "When the dragon leaps, he steps forcefully on the earth and runs out.

The mansion quickly became far away, and a strong wind struck his cheeks and turned his black coat.