Wortenia Senki

One day, two months had already passed since Ryo Mitsuzai began to rule northern Roselia.

I was also used to handling the affairs that were creepy at first, and one afternoon my confidence and track record came to me as mostly ruler.

One man appeared beneath Ryo Trun.

Even though the smell of even sweat was drifting from the body of a man who had run his horse from Pireus, the king's capital, on his insomnia break, Ryo Jin invites him into his office when he hears his arrival.

Around the time I said that I was in the middle of forty?

Your face is extremely mediocre.

It's like being anywhere on the middle of the middle meat. This is a man with no distinctive appearance.

That's the first place in the city that won't catch your attention.

However, it can also be said to be the perfect candidate for these unspeakable kinds of covert servants.

Liang Zhen kept staring at the letter in Ji's hand when he received such a single letter from Nostalgia that he looked important.

"I was wondering when you were coming... but it was later than I thought..."

I wonder how much he kept his mouth shut. Eventually, those words fell zero from Ryo True's lips.

The contents of that letter, sealed in strictly black wax, need not now be checked.

The truth is that the letter means nothing.

But it seems that the man who was commanded by the messenger did not understand the meaning of Liang Trun's words.

"Was it too late? is it"

Liang Zhen glances at such a man's inquiry.

It's like seeing through everything about a man.

In fact, Ryo Jin was worthy of the awe-inspiring man in front of him.

Are you just a messenger or more than that?

(Well, I guess the Count trusts me that I've been entrusted with this one...)

The man does look honest and loyal.

In fact, there can be no doubt that this man is a credible minister to Count Bergston more than he has carried a letter with such material information.

But on the other hand, he never works well with his head.

I wouldn't even call it stupid, but I don't seem to be a person who can read the air of the place.

I am interested in the information that I have carried while I am a secretive.

A question that can even be considered frivolous as a person living in the back world.

(No... the other way around...)

Such a word came up behind Ryo True's brain.

You look like you're honest or stupid.

But if you look closely, it feels like something like that lurks in the eyes of a man with such a mediocre face that a cunning beast hisses his breath for prey.

(Be careful...... right)

Although we have northern Roselia in our hands, it is difficult to say that governance is still stable.

Thinking about what's to come, the uncertainty has never been eliminated.

"I did receive the letter. Say hello to Count Bergston."

With that said, Ryo Jin said a word of labor to the man as he rose from his chair.

"Mr. Sudo told me... that the man is still heterogeneous... and I've heard stories about the descendants of ninjas, but maybe he's not lying."

Carl, his real name Carl Ackerman, after the clerk's office, whines small as he looks back at the castle standing behind him.

He was summoned more than a decade ago from the corner of his native German capital, Berlin, due to one of the small nations that once existed in this earth world, and was luckily picked up by the organization at a time when his country was destroyed by the Ortomean Empire.

Since then, Carl has lived his mediocre appearance as a mere grass on his weapon.

Incidentally, grass refers to intelligence activities by making it one of the separate names of ninjas in the Japanese warring age.

The scope of its activities is surprisingly broad and inexplicable in a nutshell, but simply put, it would be closest to the perception of an agent who collects information while casually earning his living in enemy territory and sometimes even carrying out sabotage and assassinations.

Nevertheless, Carl's work is not that dangerous.

Indeed, the organization basically operates with an emphasis on the Altomere Empire and its surroundings.

Of course, we don't have a cooperative relationship.

Only, for the organization, the Altomere Empire is a convenient tool.

But it's the tools that make daily care so important.

And the trend in the Kingdom of Roselia will be an important piece of information for the Altomere Empire, which will be swamped by the offensive of the Kingdom of Zaluda.

But to be honest, Carl's job is not to look up such confidential information in the Kingdom of Roselia.

Carl's job is only to gather information.

It is also a collection of miscellaneous information that begins in daily weather and is available in daily life, such as rising and falling prices for food and marital information between nobles, which is difficult to say confidential.

Indeed, while serving the Bergston Count family, it is highly unlikely that the politically defeated Count of Bergston will receive that much important information.

In fact, it can be said that Carl chose the Count Bergston family as his employer because his house was one step ahead of the fall.

Because I thought it would be easier to move around a lot.

But that's the old days, too.

Over the past few years, the environment surrounding Carl has reinforced the degree of urgency at once.

Of course, the cause is clear.

There is a man named Ryo Mitsuzai.

Now that he has been honestly working for more than a decade, Carl receives tremendous trust from the Earl of Bergston.

It was only the other day that Carl was ordered by the organization to investigate the northern part of Baron Chai.

(I thought burning down the territory of the ten northern houses and hitting the Ipyros with refugees would simply be a downturn in security or a military attack, but is that why it was a foreseeable action ahead...)

Floating behind Carl's brain is a flock of peasants leading the streets leading from Ipilos to various places, led by soldiers who have consolidated their entire bodies with blackened armor.

It wasn't until I actually visited Ipilos that I realized what it meant.

(I didn't know you collected it to build a registry and organize rural areas)

Regardless, there is more to the earth than taxes.

However, that is only a tricky one.

It is normal that the names of the villages and the number of men and women living there are exquisite and do not even manage what they say is the name or gender of the individual.

In contrast, what Ryo Misaki is trying to make is not of that level.

A society that numbers and manages all individuals.

I guess you're aware of something close to my number system where I say it in modern Japan.

(Problem is, how many places does that guy understand?)

At least, at the current level of technology in the earth world, you can't make a country like Ryo Michizawa truly imagined first.

I just said that the technological capabilities of the earth world are medieval or recent, with the exception of some.

A world where the Internet doesn't exist, not even phones.

As a means of communicating information, you can either use a bird like a biographical pigeon or raise a wolf smoke.

Overwhelmingly poor information infrastructure.

But there is actually only one means of solving that problem in this earth world.

(Well, there's no way you haven't thought about it... then that guy's probably going to ask for that one from the guild)

Regardless of whether you take it or get it in negotiations, which Ryo Shiba will have some contact with the guild.

"Contact Mr. Sudo... Right"

When he growls so small, Carl dives early into the castle gate of Ipilos.

But he didn't notice. To the presence of a man with a stabbing gaze from the shadows.