Wortenia Senki

Imperial capital Ortomere. The capital of a mighty nation to be the champion of the central western continent and to put the entire continent under its control.

Though that hegemony has stagnated over the past few years to the detriment of the death of Geith Walkland, it is not much for the civilian population.

Still, it's a night's sleep. Drunks and whores after them are seen on the main street of Teito.

(Damn...... it's totally late)

Due to the longer than expected work at the Royal Palace, the designated time has passed greatly, and the man moves the moonlighted cobblestone to the northern pleasure district early enough.

"Hey, brother. Aren't you going to have fun with Atai? You could use a hundred baht."

"No, Atai would be fine with seventy-five. I'll serve you, okay?

Ignoring the hookers who smelled gold from a man's well-maintained outfit calling out to us first, the man speeds up his legs even faster.

I originally told her that I might be late for the rendezvous time, so if I were you, I wouldn't have to hurry so much. But due to his natural seriousness, the man's legs did not slow down a bit.

You boiled your business to such a boring attitude, one of the women forcefully grabs the cape of a man.

Cheap perfume, tobacco, and an indescribable body odor mixed with even a sweaty smell hit his nose, and the man accidentally glanced.

I only sell spring and take care of it quite a bit compared to the average citizen, but I still don't want to deal with a junior whore who's not in the habit of taking a bath unlike Japan. To be honest, men are not so incapacitated as to serve anyone as good as a woman.

Shaking off a woman's hand forcefully, the man advances his leg without looking back. A woman cursed behind such a man's back.

Perhaps he lost his balance and rubbed his knee when he was shaken off.

(I don't know if I can use a horse... well, I've told him I'll be late beforehand)

If carriages and horses can be used, most of the problems will be cleared up, but unfortunately, no rides are allowed in this northern pleasure street, and we will have to walk in any noble capacity on foot.

It's just like Yoshihara Yukoku from the Edo period forbade cage rides other than doctors.

(Totally. Thanks for everything. This place is restless.)

I don't hate the vibrancy and the hustle, but that depends on the extent.

The frustration I've felt so many times before. Most importantly, I understand that these places are more suitable for meetings, so I have never expressed my dissatisfaction as a word or attitude to colleagues or supervisors.

Anyway, it's an eye-catching gathering.

Eventually what I saw was the mansion of the senior aristocrats and the splendid gates that were all over the place. Protected by tall walls and powerful gatekeepers, this mansion is the biggest and finest whorehouse in the Empire.

"Excuse me, sir. If you have a membership card, would you mind giving it to me? Or would you like to introduce someone from the membership?

I noticed the man who stopped in front of the gate and the gatekeeper came to visit me with politeness that didn't suit that vicious look.

It is only rumored that even the senior aristocracy or the royal family will pass with patience, and this gatekeeper is also given a thorough education.

"Is this it?

When a man takes out a single card over his nostalgia, as usual, he hands it to a facial gatekeeper.

Interactions that have been repeated many times before.

Besides, there's no reason to forget to look at the face of a man whose gatekeeper is part of the organization. It's not that I don't think a facial pass is a good idea, but given the importance of this building, it's not a bad thing to focus on security.

At the very least, that cautious attitude would be the most important qualities for keeping secrets.

"Yes, fine. Then please come through."

Quickly checking the number and name written on the surface, the gatekeeper inserts the card into the pedestal of the equipment that was kept inside the filling.

Then, when I checked the contents displayed on the crystal and nodded slightly, I signaled my companions to open the hearing.

The metal gate slowly opens inward as it makes a painful noise.

"Everyone is already waiting. Dear Saito,"

Saito nodded small at the words and stepped into the gate.

The man's name is Wise Saito. It is near Chardina Eisenheit, the First Empress of the Ortomean Empire, and the name of the man who even ascended to the Deputy Commander of the Knights of Dreams.

Saito, who entered the mansion, was led by one of the maids, up the stairs of the great hall filled with the dazzling brilliance of the chandelier.

"This is... sorry to keep you waiting"

Third floor of the hall. Saito, who was passed into that deep room, lowered his head and apologized, nay or reflexively, looking at the faces of the men who sat on the couch.

There were two men in the room.

One of them has nothing wrong with it. Saito visited the hall to talk to him.

But I find an unexpected human face, and cold things run on Saito's spine.

"Oh, greetings are fine. So, now that we're all here, shall we start talking?"

Late twenties to mid-thirties. Was it as good as Saito when I was a year old? Dark hair cut short into tanned skin. He has a big physique and is definitely bigger twice than Saito. The man sits Saito with a refreshing grin as he shows his polished white teeth.

"Mr. Carter... what the hell is this..."

Sitting down on the couch, Saito whispered to the blonde white man sitting next to her.

Saito-kun. Because it's good... "

With a sharp gaze, Saito accidentally swallowed the words.

Shut up and sit down. That's what James Carter's eyes, the master of this hall and binding the information network of the organization stranded in the imperial capital, said. The boulder Saito also has to silently obey the gaze of a man who is rumored to have originally been in the British Intelligence Department.

(What the hell do you mean... it's still about the Zaruda invasion... but I can't believe Director Kikukawa came out...)

Untold anxiety shakes Saito's heart. I don't even care as Saito because I remember being reprimanded somewhat. But exile couldn't have bothered this man to show up.

(No way...... deportation. No......)

That is a fear I have never felt before the emperor of the Altomere, Lionel Eisenheit.

"You don't have to be hard. Saito-san, I'm not here to reprimand you."

"No, but... So why?

Saito clouded his words in Kikukawa with a smiling smile.

There's no reason to snort honestly.

Though age is about the same, Kikukawa is a man who can be counted among the top ten seats in terms of the sequence of organizations. In contrast, Saito has been given considerable authority as the head of the Actual Mobility Unit, but from a standpoint, he is only an intermediate executive of the organization.

There is a difference between the section president and the director, if you can say so in the company.

The very fact that such a man appeared on this occasion is an emergency.

However, Kikukawa opened his mouth with a calm expression due to such anxiety of Saito.

"No, no, as the point of contact and head of negotiations with the Imperial side, you've been based in Imperial Capital for a while now."

Kikukawa smiles that he made a lot of money.

(Well... the face of this guy's table was the president of the Guild Direct Chamber of Commerce. Then it's not unnatural to be in the capital.)

privilege of being able to do business directly with the State. Merchants with enormous capital and influence over the operation of the country.

It was recalled that Kikukawa was one of the leading merchants known as Jikatsu, and the tension in Saito only slightly eased.

Nevertheless, if the current story were true, Kikukawa would have been in Imperial City all these years.

(Why suddenly...)

Did you feel such a question about Saito with your skin? Kikukawa flaunts his shoulder.

"Hey, I was simply ordered to be a messenger because I'm in Imperial City, along with your labor. The merchants have just returned from the Zaluda invasion."

"It's..."

Saito gets stuck in words about what to answer because he feels like he has been pointed out far away for the unsavoriness of his response.

Kikukawa continues his words as he looks pleasantly at his expression like that.

"I would like to start by expressing my gratitude for your work. Thank you very much, Saito in particular. [M] It's because you took good control of Miss Chardina that this plan succeeded."

Whether the Altomere Empire wins too much or loses too much, the battle ends easily.

But that would be inconvenient for the organization to commercialize this invasion of Zaluda.

To maintain such a delicate balance, Saito leaked the transport unit's marching path to Zaluda's side, delaying the invasion of the Ortomean army. That's not easy for Saito, who sits in the center of the Zaluda invading army. He would have been decapitated if he had suspected me at all.

"Hey, that creepy princess horse thing. That must have been tough, huh? She's the one who thought about the electric shock."

Empress Chardina is never a fool.

The past few years have not left a glimmer of results from the evil of the patrol, but still the intelligence and operational planning power that struck down General Berhares, who was called the patron saint in the Battle of the Plains of Notice, is not insulting.

If Saito hadn't braked well, the Kingdom of Zaluda would have disappeared from the top of the world map by now.

"No... they don't know the procedure has been cancelled."

Saito slowly shook his head at Kikukawa's inquiry.

A surgical formula of obedience. It is the name of a technique that is applied to human beings summoned more than Earth. No, maybe you're right to say curse.

Forced to embed this manoeuvre, it would have sparked the lives of several summoned men in battles that humans didn't even want to do.

"Sure. If they don't know that obedience is cursed, they won't suspect you. Of course that's what we're after."

Kikukawa hoisted her lips up and laughed at Saito's words.

Normally, there is no way to cancel this operation on your own. In the first place, for humans in the earth world, Earthlings, beginning with Saito, are treated as beasts in the form of men. At least, the awareness of the same human being is low. Of course, not without some enlightened people. However, for the majority of the ruling hierarchy, it was only a convenient pawn that was willing and able to exchange words.

We don't even get into liberation options from the start.

So unlike the usual surgical ceremonies used for slavery, what is used for Earthlings is a powerful technique called the Uncurable with a rare catalyst. If you are defiant, you feel pain, and if you move it into action, a curse that results in death. A technique that can be described as a lifeline guaranteeing absolute security to summoners. Because of this, Saito and Sudo are given certain powers and freedoms by the Altomere Empire.

Candy and whip to give to the beast. But that absolute coverage, too, would be a gap if we returned the back.

"But it's also true that if you do too much, there will be people out there who will wonder. Besides, you'd want to kill them now to clear up your grudges, but I think it's commendable self-control that hasn't made you realize that at all. Even in that sense, you're doing great."

Beasts with shackles off quickly want to peel their fangs off. And that's the same for people.

Even if you know it will be your own ruin...

That's why we need a man like Saito.

"Now that I've killed one or two of them, nothing will change."

The sweet temptation of vengeance. Few humans can withstand the temptation.

The hand that kept leaking inside information about the Zaluda invading army without enlightening the opponent is truly excellent.

An eye of killing intent and hatred.

The darkness of Saito, who has been hiding it, makes just a few faces.

"I know about your lover and I feel sorry for him. But a little more patience. We're pretty close to the target amount in this fight."

Saito bowed his head silently to Kikukawa's words.

Because there is no return of lost items where others have given me words of comfort.

(Patience... How long the hell am I...)

For nearly a decade Saito has been rinsing muddy water and bleeding. There's only one thing left of it, and it's to fulfill my wish.

You felt Saito's thoughts like that, Kikukawa rides himself out a long time ago to continue his words.

"The success of this plan has allowed us to afford a lot of money. So the other day, the committee decided to launch a new strategy."

So Kikukawa hung up his words, staring jizzily into Saito's eyes.

That's also a major turnaround for Kikukawa. No, everyone in the organization was waiting for this moment.

"I want to ask you for a new job."

A low, push-kill voice squeezing out of the depths of his belly echoes in Saito's ear.

"Is it work?

"Oh, Prince Wang and Shardia. I need you to engage these two."

I perceived the meaning of the word, and Saito's face swelled ugly.