The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

"At least let me stay with you until Goo grows up."

Anna Maguire gives her father a sad voice.

"You can't possibly do that"

As troubled as he was, his father, Dimer Maguire, shook his head left and right.

With Dimer, Gray is the boy's grandson waiting. If it's not cute, it's a lie. There is a reason why I had to pre-empt (not) my grandson to the Millards, who didn't hurt to put it in my eyes like that.

At the time, the Maguire family was divided into two parts: touring the governor.

One is the force that pushes our main Baltic Maguire.

The Baltic couple have two children, both of whom are women and do not meet the criterion that they must be boys for the next term. I wish I were a concubine, but Baltic is an extremely loving wife (Aysaya) rare in the Empire and categorically rejects concubines. As a result, we were supposed to welcome those who had been flattened by the succession of noble family directors from outside. Yes. Not until my daughter Anna gives birth to Gray.

It is the same in every territory that dislikes to be ruled by other nobles more than by the former. As a matter of course, there is a voice pushing Gray.

Here, if Gray had a magical talent, things might have fitted well. But he had no magical talent.

In this empire, a principled governor does not inherit anything that has no magical talent. Regardless, this does not exceed the boundaries of customary (kanshu) laws and regulations established by the State. But I can't insult you from this habit. Especially for the luxuries of the region.

I just don't want to see the kids fighting over the housekeeper. So I left Gray with the Millards.

"Forget about Gray, and make a pageant."

My favorite daughter who cries. It's been every day since Gray was deposited with the Millards, but it's gotten worse especially recently. The biggest reason for this is the black rumor behind the Millard family - Valeria Millard. Whatever, Valeria seems to be putting the Millards in charge - Rice Millard as a puppet and laying down a domination. In Mirage, the main territory of Millard territory, as a result of gathering information, Gray is now mixed with his servants to eat. It's the end of hearing such rumors. It would be self-evident what Gray is being treated like right now.

Rice Millard, never a bad man, but not a good man either. What a wretched man his own wife cannot be.

Either way, you can't leave your pretty grandson in that filthy house. Most importantly, Anna has been sleeping a lot lately. If it's true, it's honest that I want to do her wish right away, but that doesn't work.

As a matter of fact, Dimmer and I hung Rice Millard several (many) times in an attempt to take Gray. There were times when I yelled at him, and he even offered to pay a huge consideration, but Rice didn't shake his head vertically.

Under imperial law, Gray is already a Millard family. Whatever Dimer says now, the facts will never be repeated.

Chances are, when he turns thirteen and Gray leaves the Millard family, it will be difficult for that Rice's stubborn figure to make his wish come true as well.

And the turning point comes.

A swarm of undead suddenly emerged from the north. Incidentally, it swallowed a dozen cities and forests, swelled up hundreds of times, and is now heading south. The Maguire family also came to the rescue of their troops in this peril of the fatherland.

Dimmer has already left active duty. But now, finally, Baltic has become accustomed to the role of lord, and much less matters to assist. Here, try to die in battle. The Maguire family is in danger of even being taken over by the central gateway nobility (Monba-Tsurugu) beyond the next principals. That's all I want to avoid. Therefore, there was no choice but for Dimer to march out.

When I arrived in Sutherland and was waiting, I noticed several of my ministers leaning their necks in the face as if I had encountered a ghost (Yuki) from daylight (Hakuchi).

"What's the matter with you?

"I know it's a mistake, but I saw the Virgin earlier."

"Well, Her Highness the Virgin... this battle is just a crisis in my country. Your Majesty temporarily summoned you because of your morale."

Virgin - Her Royal Highness the Empress of the Lillinor Rose Archive, one of the few empires who can use the magic and restorative magic of the median sacred attributes.

Indeed, the royal family's drowning over His Highness Lillinor is famous, and it is bizarre (kimiko) to bring him to such a dangerous battlefield.

But this time the crisis of the demise of the motherland. Her Royal Highness the Virgin is extremely popular, from the Gateway nobility to the local luxury. Your Majesty may have brought you from a morale boost point of view. Besides, even temporarily, if Her Holiness were to go to a dangerous battlefield, it would be a performance that the Imperial Family is cutting itself into this battle, and a reasonable choice when it comes to plausibility?

"That was... next to the Virgin was Gray."

"Ha!?"

The name of my grandson, who is so abrupt, is spoken out of his mouth.

"No, it's probably a mistake to look at. It's been years since then, and most importantly, because Master Gray can't be here."

"Of course not."

Gray is at the Millard family. You can't be in a place where you can be on the battlefield at a time like this.

That's what I thought. But things blast over the expected diagonal of the dimer.

In the tent of the Expeditionary Army, the Hordes had already gathered. Everyone seemed to be discussing the veracity of rumors about the existence of a mastermind manipulating that undead.

(The presence of those who manipulate the undead? I don't want to believe that.)

Assuming the undead are manipulated with one will, that threat swells up at once.

Besides, it's a strange story that that brave and famous General Lampertz was killed in the war against the undead.

Exactly, with my own ass on fire. That would also bother you about its authenticity.

"Sir Dimer, it's been a long time."

"This is Uncle McBurn, we're out of time."

Voices abruptly rub against the appearance of abrupt Maguire parents.

"I wonder what Lord Dimer thinks of this expedition."

"What do they say?

"Of course, it's a rumor in the alley."

"I'd like to think it's a bad joke, such as having something to direct the undead"

"I agree. But if that's the truth, it's probably the guy who set this case up who's unlucky."

And strangely enough, the McBurn border uncle laughed in karakara, and Count Hartwigh and the great sage Siegfried Gramble came into the tent.

"Why hasn't that demon come yet?"

Lord Sieg slaps the table with his index finger without hesitation with a flashing look when he gets to his seat.

"Sounds like it. Sir seems to have a good relationship with Her Highness now. I can't do that."

Demons? Good relationships? Is it your fiancée or something? But Her Highness the Virgin, she should only be fourteen years old. I think it's a little early to tell a floating story.

"I have a fiancée named Alisa, and she's in trouble."

"Lord, are you willing to let that demon marry his own daughter?

Lord Sieg asks even as he draws his cheeks, as if to see even the unbelievers.

"Yeah, because he's exceptional at everything. He can count on his beloved daughter and the McBurn family."

"Your lord is insane."

Lord Sieg meditates (with) his eyelids stiffly when he arms around his shoulder-clapping Macburn Borderline Uncle, with a thin creepy grin.

"Looks like we're here."

Turning his gaze towards the entrance to the tent to Count Hartwigh's words,

"Gray! You, Gray!?"

There was a lovely grandson.

It's hard to believe, but Gray said he marched on this battlefield in the name of Rice Millard. What world have cowards marching with their twelve-year-old children as generals? Rice, have you fallen to the point of falling...

As the gaze of sympathy concentrates, Gray quietly begins to provide an overview of this undead sweep operation.

Gray's explanation directs both undead to the pit to drop. Exactly the naive (chisel) and simple thing that a child is likely to think about.

A fierce accusation springs from the marquis, but it is as if he were surrounded by a fly flying around with a boom, but he is eliminated without difficulty.

Gray's appearance of enjoying that thought play gradually forces everyone into it.

Because of this, we see a number of conditions to be achieved in this case.

I. That the empire is currently weakened and that no more damage can be done.

Secondly, the need to show the empire's bottom line to the kingdom of Amulzess and the Episcopal State of Esters, who are after the Tiger's vision (Kodan) and the Empire.

III. Finding and eliminating masterminds in this case.

If these three are met at the same time, the empire will perish. What a bad fight.

But on second thought, these conditions made too much sense.

The imperial power has already declined significantly. Even if we win this battle, there is a massive reconstruction awaiting us. Assuming that more than a third of the people are sacrificed in this battle, it is nowhere to be rebuilt. Even preparing for threats from other countries comes close to impossible.

What happens if? Aside from the other small nations, is it something that the neighboring powers, the kingdom of Amulzess and the Episcopal State of Esters, keep their weakened empires intact! I'm sure he'll lead the big army and attack. Only the power to counter it is not in an empire that has been wounded by both the undead.

Moreover, even if this time a miracle occurs and the containment of both countries succeeds without great sacrifice, a similar crisis will be repeated if the mastermind of this case is alive.

Solve these three simultaneously. That's the only way my country can survive.

"Isn't that equal to being there, saying so!!"

A screaming voice of the gods. I can't help it. Gray let go of saying that he was more in the Imperial Army than any demon-like attempt to destroy his country. And it suggests (does) that some of this Expeditionary Force could be the thieves. But why, Gray, this is so light, did he say the operation on this occasion?

"Yeah, that's why I've only told His Majesty the Emperor the outline of this operation. We talked about it here, too, only a fraction of it. It is His Majesty's will from the point of view of ensuring fairness that we have limited information to share."

"Well, Your Majesty wants to believe us."

Sieg the Wise had predicted that His Majesty's will was vague.

If there is only one person who communicates information, it creates preferential treatment (yugu) and cold treatment (reigu), and plants doubts about each other on everyone. On the other hand, certain benefits can also be enjoyed.

That is, that suspicion can be mutual restraint and can also seal the movements of thieves. Moreover, if the existence of that mastermind comes to light, this suspicion will be lifted, so this risk, in itself, does not last forever.

Still, though temporarily, Your Majesty probably did not make it a good idea for the ministers to suspect each other.

"He's a perfectly sweet guy. But hey, raw hate, I'm not as kind as His Majesty.

If a filthy rat who sacrificed tens of thousands of lives is on the spot, that's fine too. If you're in that meeting before you, that's another joy. Let them dance as exquisitely funny clowns. "

Gray once cut the word,

"I'll make you pay with interest."

Change its appearance.

To the twisted thin laughter of the devil, the crimson red eyes, above all - the unusual sense of oppression (pressure) when trapped in the same cage as the belly-dyed beast. Its overwhelming and destructive image, the cold as barefoot steps on the ice, penetrates the spine.

……

No one speaks of anything. No, I can't. Without blinking one, there was no other staring at even the unusual monster in front of him.

Even as Gray touches his mouth, he regresses to his usual harmless appearance, and finally the Horsemen breathe loudly and deeply.

Dear Sieg and the McBurn Border Uncle agree to Grey's operation, but no one listens to it properly. Not all credibility, everyone understood that the monster's words were true from their souls.

Gray leaves the tent with his offering, and Dear Sieg, Uncle McBurn Borderline, Count Hartwigh then leaves, and this crazy cut meeting finally comes to an end.

One of the neighboring lords drinks up the water placed on the table vigorously.

"Sir Dimer, is that really your grandson?

"Ha..."

Somehow, I snort.

I don't missee my lovely grandson. I'm pretty sure that's Gray.

But the madness that dwells in that little body is not even the shadow (thanks to) of my grandson, who was innocent. It's like being someone else in that one. To this conflicting and inexplicable feeling, Dimer himself was the ultimate in confusion.

"He is the name of the Millard family. In Millard territory, you mean he's already decided to succeed the housekeeper?

Even as one lord lays his hand on his mouth, he speaks to himself so.

"What a fool! You've seen it, too! Do you seriously think it's a vessel that he fits in with such a poor lord on the border?!?"

"I agree with that. First and foremost, a regional luxury clan has made an unprecedented attempt on His Majesty to share information about this war. It will be obvious that His Majesty himself places great trust in him."

The McBurn Border Uncle is a distant relative of His Majesty's, Count Hartwig, formerly of the Gateway nobility. It is not a regional luxury in the pure sense. Other than you two, it would certainly be impossible to share information about this war with His Majesty.

"This empire is also at an important turning point. Is that what this is about?"

For better or worse, this empire changes. That would almost be a certainty.

I don't know if that's doom or glory. The only thing I can say is...

"Heroes born out of our regional luxury..."

Someone squeaks bossly. It spreads all over the tent like a wave.

The valiant - the guardian of Yukihiro - is Lord Curos, the head of the Gate nobility. The power of Yukihiro is something that even the Battalion of Mages can slaughter lightly. Now, the regional majesty, known to be second only to the Macbahn Border Uncle - the Salzburg Border Uncle, became a conflict over the mine with Lord Curos, and was destroyed by the army led by Yukihiro.

With the facts of this Salzburg Border Bird Pursuit, Lord Curros has virtually the best power in this empire. This is synonymous with an increase in the power of the Gate nobility. It cannot be denied that even the McBurn border uncle and the Earl of Hartwig worshipped (yes) posterior dust, both financially and by force.

The presence of a monster class that emerged in the empire as a sudden in that. From those who wish to depart from the domination of the Gate Valley nobility, it will be the greatest and the best flag.

"I want you to stop. Gray is only twelve years old. He's just a young man."

Still - even if it had changed like someone else, Gray is Dimer's precious grandson.

I dream about the day Gray and I broke up many times since then. A crying face colored by that kid's anxiety when he left the mansion. Still, she traveled to the Millards herself to protect our crap fence.

Yes, this may be God's last mission to resist cowardly and stupid dimers.

- Now it's time to let them protect you. Even in lieu of this life!

Dimmer just broke his back teeth, bit him, and swore so.