254 254. 72. Country of Article (3) (2/2)

I became dumb after eating honey.

Vincent looks at me with his arms on.

There were no visible seats.

“Whoo. That's good. I never believed you wouldn't have an accident. I can handle this much. ”

“So...”

“No, I intend to report it to His Majesty. Because that's your promise. ”

Vincent said that the Balahard clan will keep their word no matter what, and he intends to report back to the king.

I had no cause to stop it, and I didn't care.

I keep my head down thinking that I might be completely excluded from the next war, and I hear Vincent sigh for a long time.

“Your Majesty does not believe that you will follow the royal order completely. And he said to me,” I can see a single deviation. ”He also said that he would judge my opinions first in making judgments rather than forgiving them. ”

So don't be so full of death, Vincent's words sparked my eyes.

“I intend to report that I have no choice but to report a shortage of available troops in a contentious situation. Your Majesty is not going to find it very strange, because there is also an old age. ”

“Does that mean...? ”

“Even if the report goes in, there will be no major disadvantage. ”

“Vincent is the best! ”

I stood up and hugged Vincent.

“Only this time. Next time, you will be punished by His Majesty. ”

“Absolutely! I'm not going to have another accident! What happened to my head this time? I really wanted to die of acne like this. ”

“I know. So I didn't even see you leave. ”

Vincent knew that I was leaving the fort, and he said that I was being cruel.

“Then why did Carls and Jorden...”

“I thought you'd come in with a little sudden rush of horses. If I knew you'd go that far, I wouldn't have left it. ”

Vincent sighs and pushes me away.

Then I took an envelope from the product and handed it to me.

“You did what you did, so take care of it. ”

Vincent said so and turned around. Then I left the room as it was.

Didn't you say you wouldn't just skip it this time?

Shut up.

Look at that. I knew it.

Noisy too.

I heard Vincent and the knights buzzing outside the door and checked the source of the letter.

The origin was Fort N'Djamena, on the southern border.

I tear the envelope seal without hesitation. The envelope contained two letters.

Different seals.

I checked with Montpellier's sealed letter first.

As a result of the covert spreading of rumors as you instructed, a large number of mercenaries were gathered. I will filter out the notorious or suspicious among them and send them to the border.

I immediately confirmed another letter.

This time it was a letter from the commander of the Southern Guard.

Count Montpellier's task of extracting and classifying those who appear to be spies from the herd and those who are impure is over, but the chaos is expected if we pass them into the kingdom at a time when the number of people left is much greater than expected.

Tell us what to do.

I followed up on the last reports I kept in the drawer before replying to the commander of the Southern Army.

Among them, I found the trail of the silver lion closest to the Southern Fortress and grabbed the pen straight away.

I will send Bernardo Eli. Hand over the mercenaries to him.

I also wrote a letter to Eli asking him to head south first.

Calling Carls, who was waiting outside the door, to argue with the hourly rate, he instructed the parties to receive these letters as soon as possible.

“There's another one. ”

The instructed Kars lowers his head and catches Kars trying to get out of the room.

“There must be a Hansen from the North this time. ”

“Ah. That Ranger Jorden...”

He nodded at the blurry Kars and added a word.

“Find him and tell him to come to my room right now. ”

“I'll take care of it right away. ”

Shortly after Carls left, a new Ranger found my room.

Next to him was Jorden, whom he did not even call.

“Let us preach to the prince of the kingdom. I won't leave you alone if you make a mistake. ”

When Jorden growls, the new Ranger, who is still frozen, winks at me.

Apparently, there was already a close conversation between the two of them before coming here.

The laughter emptied me.

“You may have heard some rumors, but he doesn't know the subject. So if you want to make a mistake, I trained you hard before I came. ”

Jorden said that he was more stubborn about me.

You don't even know what I'm thinking.

“I'm sure you didn't put your hand on it, did you? ”

Just in case.

”What did you say! There is no such childish act in the tradition of the Ballerhard Rangers! ”

When I look at him, Jordan speaks with a bold face.

“There is a tradition of breaking off the ranks, chatting in vain, or having a real battle in preparation for action, to better understand each other! ”

At that I laughed again.

The Jordanian word was that he had already had a meaningless conversation, or a real battle, before he came.

“Jordan.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. ”

Looking at a ranger who still doesn't know what's going on,

“I hope you'll be able to help your ass like you are now. ”

I first expressed my condolences on the tragedy that was about to come.

Then I looked at the poor ranger standing beside him, who didn't know English.

Once angry, even the dragon slayer was so plentiful that he had to eat the child to dry it.

A Swordmaster who was called a 'traitorous woodcutter’ for his companions and a 'widespread slayer’ for his enemies.

The sword of the third old kingdom that finally appeared before my eyes after Gallahan and Boris.

The most cruel and most ferocious blood donor, Hannibal.

That progeny was before my eyes.

Of course, his talent is inherited by his vast nature.

I did not yet realize my own identity, but soon I smiled satisfactorily, seeing a cub lion who would reproduce the prestige of the forefathers as they were.

Deeply mourn the poor Ranger once again.