Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

When Larsia was making a difference in the society behind Hardenturm, Yut had a meeting in Sejour, the king's capital.

The discussion went well.

There was also an advance meeting, from which the outline of the visit was immediately compiled: travelling from Falve to Mainz by carriage rail and attending the "Territorial Festival of Culture”.

The discussion went well.

Finally, one thing. Except that agreement could not be reached on the most important part.

"Unfortunately, your hopes cannot be fulfilled"

"What do you mean?

Dieter Shakel, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Rotosilt.

Turn your gaze to the eye-sharp, magnificent man, whom Yut can call suspicious.

"Prince Alsace's enlightenment is small. Her Royal Highness and her fiancé, Miss Eudit Malemias. Plus, a few associates. That's all I want to do."

The Prime Minister of the Kingdom, who answers calmly, does not disturb the hair raised behind him, and does not have a single colour of fatigue on his stern face.

It looks like the commander is communicating a determined operation to his men.

Even so, it can't be very acceptable.

"... are you serious?

"It is your hope and political circumstances. I want you to accept."

Prime Minister's office in the royal palace.

In a dedicated reception room adjacent to it, Yut also rides his voice with discomfort and expresses his dissatisfaction.

Leather sofa. A polished low table. Prepared on top of that, tea set.

All of which are first-rate and may also be used to negotiate with foreign countries, deserve this luxurious room.

That's all I'm prepared for, which means I'm never taking a light-hearted look at Yut, the Earl of Istas. And yet, what is this unscrupulous demand?

(Is there a back...)

Without even trying to hide what he notices, Yut herbalizes in a transverse manner.

Fresh acidity and slight sweetness. I didn't know what herbs I was using, but only that it was delicious. Also, that makes me strangely angry.

"When it comes to enlightenment in the few, the quarters are -"

Falve's fortress, I hope.

"Clearly, we can't have a decent reception, can we?

"It's... I know"

Shrink your tight body and the Prime Minister also glimpses agony.

I'm an interim manager, too.

"On the contrary, safety cannot be guaranteed either. I refuse to talk about this."

But it has nothing to do with Yut. That's not what I learned, such as that position.

I'm sorry to be held accountable for something, but if it turns out to be a war, it won't look like a disaster to Acorn.

People, monsters, animals.

I have taken that life and so on. But I didn't want to show that to Acorn.

"Official documents will be available later. Now, excuse me."

Full of rejection of words and attitudes, Yut took a seat.

Though not far from Valtrude, it is a refreshing way to make what you see seem.

"Okay. Will you sit down?"

"I don't like it."

"Become!?"

I knew there would be circumstances.

That's what you want to hide as much as possible.

But it has nothing to do with Yut. That's not what I learned, such as that position.

Prince Alsace himself has no grudges. On the contrary, he thinks we can cooperate to the maximum extent possible. This is not just Yut's idea, but the general thrust of his peers.

That's why I'm not going to give in to dishonest negotiators.

Just as Dieter Shakel strives to maximize his national interests as Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Rotosilt, so Yut Amaxa must benefit his lords and inhabitants as a housekeeper of the Count Istas family.

"Do you mean to refuse a visit? If you do that..."

"What happens?

Dieter Shakel had no choice but to remain silent, hinting at his own punishment.

In fact, there are few bills that can be cut from the royal family to Uncle Istas.

The exemption from military service was reversed early, and arbitration also failed during troubles with the Baldur border uncle. There has also been little cooperation associated with the development of new territories.

Of course, I'm pretty sure the royal family is superior.

Undoubtedly, it was a relationship that they formed because they were being respectful.

"I'm sorry"

That's what you should call a politician.

Dieter Shakel stood up off the couch and bowed his head when both decency and self-esteem of being Prime Minister were thrown away in an instant.

But it's not that kind of response that I want Yut.

…………

Since that letter was sent, the stress that has accumulated rages in the yut.

This archmage (Arch Magi), who has been praised by Acorn as accepting and overcoming any predicament, has a limit.

Am I allowed to do enough to kick down this fancy couch and unleash a group of wildcats?

When I was obsessed with such delusions, suddenly, the door opened.

"Lord Yut, it seems my minister has lost his courtesy. Let's apologize."

"… Your Majesty!

The prime minister rushes to grace his men. This appearance seemed completely unscheduled.

Neither can Yut be just as calm in this development.

Charlton III.

Old man with gray hair and a long beard.

Kings of looks like anything.

But it was also clear from its breastplate, which was thick for the old man, and its prestigious walk, that he was not just an old man.

The Lord of the kingdom of Rotosilt shall be a samurai at the same time as he is king. He was embodying it.

"No thanks needed. Sit down."

Sit back on the couch vacated by Dieter Shakel in extremely natural motion.

The Chancellor hastily refrained behind it, usually black-and-white his eyes emitting sharp light.

"Excuse me."

Yut came face to face with the king as a great magician and adventurer, not as a minister of Valtrude.

King Charlton called it "Lord Yut".

I mean, I guess we need to talk to the hero who saved the world from the king's capital, not the house slaughter of the Istas. At least, that's what Yut decided, and that didn't seem to be an error.

"You misjudged him, Schukel."

"Ha. I don't have any words to give back"

In contrast to the dazzling King Charlton, the Chancellor is transforming himself into a model for the expression the end of a sweat face.

Looking at those two, Yut waits for words.

"Silver March's Kera Forest. Behind it lies the ruins protected by nature worshippers (Druids)."

"That's... that's your first ear"

It is a land to govern, while at the same time adventurers were the centerpiece of activity.

But I never heard of that.

"Well, closed nature worshippers seem to have that much secrets..."

"Behind the ruins lies a great swirl of hexagenic elements, preceded by the altar of the Hellenonian God."

"Old, it's a festival"

Following the Prime Minister's explanation, King Charlton snaps with a distant eye.

Now interrupted, the secret to be passed on to the Rothschild royal family.

By overthrowing the guardian of the altar, he took an oath as a new king and said that he would engrave on himself the crest of the long sword of the Hellenonian God.

"That must bear witness."

"I see. So you're practically a prince by yourself..."

Even though the only direct male is Prince Alsace, he has been missing for twenty years. If you just consider it a problem to be on the throne, you're still a good one. Some voices encourage abolition and the reign of bystander royalty.

That was why Prince Alsace had yet to be officially raised.

But finishing the ritual according to the ancient ritual also changes its flow.

"I understand why you wanted to keep it a secret..."

Yut turns his sharp gaze to Dieter Schukel, who refrains behind Charlton III.

Perhaps the visit was final or intended to reveal this during the visit. Anticipating a time when you'll never be able to say no.

"What you've taught me is that you want us as adventurers to expose ourselves to that quest?

"Are you laughing at your parents?

"No, it would be appropriate"

At least, Valtrude won't say no.

That is synonymous with taking that request.

"Right."

Charlton III falls slightly short of companionship.

The expression was the father himself worried about his son.

I can't thank you enough.

"I'll take it if it's a reasonable request. Because we are adventurers."

"If you're an adventurer, you'll need a reward"

Nowhere is the shadow of a man who ran for his son.

The old king proclaimed in a dignified voice.

"And if they have done so, they shall ascend Uncle Istas unto the Marquis in the name of Alsace king of Rothschild."

Is that so...

Though he drowned his head unintentionally, Yut was impressed.

You cannot essentially follow the people who gather Valtrude beneath her. And if you still want to take it in, what do you do?

Easy.

We just have to give it status and power, pull it up and integrate the interests of the country and the Valtrudes.

"King, then..."

"Uhm. If Alsace proves himself, the rest will leave the throne. Nevertheless, he's still a young man. Hold on tight."

"Even in lieu of my life"

I smile bitterly in my heart when I look at the Lord, who pledges allegiance once again, that you have taken one......

Nothing, I don't mind because I have no intention of rebelling or going down on you.

"I've already given you my insights, but it's like doing the Lord Yut's epistle at that time"

"My pleasure."

"On that matter, after all, are you going to take the direct jurisdiction near the north tower wall as baron territory?

To confirmation in the form of Yut's guess, the Chancellor opened his eyes and Charlton III nodded back slightly late.

"If securing it also as a source of ploy is the limit, and the aim is to emigrate residents...... why not leave this story, without it?

Yes, I say the opposite of a meeting with my colleagues.

Source, that is, the land that packs into the northern tower walls and supplies the soldiers who defend the realm of mankind from the forces of the Verga Empire who attempt to invade.

"No, its inhabitants will accept in the territory of the Earl of Istas. So you don't have to recite it just for that."

After that, Yut considered it in detail.

Feel like a real escape.

Accepting residents is fine. Laying the carriage railroad would be good, too, well.

But after it's blank, assuming you let in the Tunda soldiers, you don't have that handover. Recruitment also takes time.

"Let the empty village have soldiers and their families come in like half a farm and half a soldier. I'm usually a peasant, but in between, I do military coaching, and sometimes I fight as a soldier. In my hometown, I'm a soldier from Tunda."

Then let the country bear half of the hardship.

That's what happened.

"I see..."

The King and the Chancellor listened to that Yut suggestion and showed him how to think about it.

(Do you want to fold here?)

Yut, who so decides, overlaps words even more.

"It's not my country, but there's a country on Earth that has a system called the Associate Baron."

"Associate Baron?

"Simply put, land - nobility without territory. No, you may say civilians are treated as nobles."

"What's wrong with that?

No annoyance or surprise. Just purely doubtful, the Prime Minister asks.

"Ohh - if you are going to be recited me, make a corresponding title. Then I'll take it."

"I don't need territory, but I want status. You might be told you just want to avoid any trouble?

"If you want to say it, let me say it. If there's anything I can say to this great sorcerer."

Overthrow Charlton III's concerns in a tone and content that can be described as arrogant.

"In the first place, right? In the future, the power of land-held aristocracy must be sharpened. It is the end of the day to bring chaos, but by their power, kingship is restricted. That would be the problem."

"That's right, but I'm doing it if I can"

Dieter Schukel, Prime Minister of the Kingdom. He, too, is the Count with territory in the central part of the Rotosilt kingdom, although he leaves the rule of the main administration to his deputies.

Those in key positions in the country, such as the ministerial class, are more or less like that, and the interests of the country and its own territory often clashed.

"This is what happens when a nobleman without geographic ties automatically depends on the royal family that pays his salary, right?

"The opposite is also expected......"

"I think it mixes up with a rebellion against me and it's going to be yummy"

"Dieter."

"Ha. We'll consider it soon"

Thus, the proposal, which began with Yut's escape from reality, becomes an arrow that exfoliates the Rothschild kingdom from a feudal state to an absoluteist dynasty, but it is a long way from realizing it.

"That's right, Lord Great Sage's high brother. You're a wise man."

I'll give you a compliment, but I don't have the wind to be proud because I think I just canned with pluralism. Nor will I deny that I am not a disciple of Vainamarinen because it is troublesome.

Yut didn't realize it was creating a big feeling again.

"Then again, I need you to marry me as soon as possible to leave the Amaxa family behind."

"You're on your left."

Dieter Schukel, who mainly agreed, leaves the reception room in a courtesy.

"This is the application for marriage that is reaching the royal family."

The crate placed on the floor by the returning Chancellor was japanese-style packed with bundles of matchmaking photos. If I let it out of the box and layered it, it would be a tower, not a bunch.

Portraits that are undoubtedly beautified, matchmaking in the name of invitations to self-government, letters appealing to the desire to enter into a marital relationship within the elusive rhetoric, etc.

It was an application filled with sincerity and greed.

"Hundreds of years from now, it's going to be a precious piece of history..."

A great magician staring at it sincerely.

"My royal family has daughters of the right age..."

"I refuse. I already have a fiancée."

"Hmm..."

"Well, it's still a promise, Valtrude and, uh, what is it? Like that."

Bad tooth cut is half the embarrassment. And half the irrationality of why I have to tell these old men first if I haven't told them to myself yet.

"Isn't that something to celebrate?"

"As expected, it's a welcome celebration."

It blesses me mouth to mouth, but I can't honestly accept it.

"But the son with Uncle Istas shall be heir to the house of the Earl of Istas. So the other one or so of my wife-"

"I haven't given up on going home yet. Also, during the last incident, my fiancée in my hometown made a transfer to this Brewers."

Yuut to explain as decided beforehand.

In my heart, I was feeling like I was being rolled over Arcia's palm.

Besides, I actually don't hate it that much.

"Hmm. If so, Schukel"

"Yes, I guess it's inevitable"

He seemed to convince me somehow.

I feel like I've sacrificed various things, but it was a necessary sacrifice. I thought I slashed the horse crying, but it was just me who was slashed.