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The first snow fell.
The season has come when all the trees in the world have lost their leaves, but my villa garden is still beautiful.
Thanks to the skilled gardener Rudy hired.
Magnificent cypresses and larch trees formed walls in place of low hedges, stately firs and firs showed off their forms throughout the garden, and weighty yews and elegant hollies greeted the eyes quietly in front of the windows.
There is even a mysterious larch tree from the eastern continent across the water.
The trees, which remain green all year round, show off their well-kept appearance.
The grass also withered beautifully and turned golden like a wheat field ready for harvest.
As I watched the snowflakes falling one by one on top of it and drank the 45-year-old silk wine, I felt like I had lived quite a fulfilling year.
“Ugh.”
Last year I toured the North and West, this year I toured the East and South.
Together with Cariosa, he conquered the Anchor Archipelago and took the mermaid princess of the south, Shub Ardella, as his vassal.
In the process, blood flowed like a stream, but if the blood that would have flowed like an ocean had only flowed like a stream, I think it would have been a good thing to celebrate.
Knock, knock.
Oak logs are burning in the large fireplace, snow is falling outside the window, and Rudi, now a courtly noblewoman, is sitting next to me in a green dress, filling my empty glass. Isn't this heaven?
“Mr. Valen. These fruits were grown in my greenhouse.”
Of course, as a 40-year veteran administrative bureaucrat, my mind was relaying terrible and tasteless information even while looking at this beautiful scenery.
The weather got colder sooner than expected, so there might have been about 100 deaths, or livestock in farms that hadn't prepared for winter might have frozen to death, causing property damage, or people who slipped and fell on icy roads and broke their arms and couldn't go to public service would have problems making a living…
"ha."
Of course, it was impossible for me to take care of each and every one of those people.
… … The new city introduced the concept of a ‘windway’ where wind passes between buildings.
It's a little warmer in the winter and a little cooler in the summer, so the number of homeless lions has probably been cut in half.
Since large-scale logging of reed fields was permitted last fall, the farmers near Soletaraon must have prepared some kind of cold weather measures.
He also ordered that wooden barrels filled with a mixture of sand, ash, and cheap salt seized from smuggling be placed throughout the roads as a countermeasure against ice, which would reduce accidents in which carriages slip and fall on pedestrians.
okay.
This is how I have to work.
Make the most of your existing organization and document it… … .
“The rest just trust their subordinates.”
Did you drink quite a lot?
The thoughts flowed out of my mouth naturally.
I felt my face turn red.
At that moment, Saya Yan, who was sitting diagonally across the table from Rudy, spoke.
“Your Majesty. Then, wouldn’t it be okay if you trusted Tarti too?”
The tightly tied hair, black vest worn over a white shirt, and sharp eyes went very well together.
After I found out that Tarti and Saya Yen could transmit each other's memories in their dreams using a technique called Muamongjung, I was giving out all sorts of orders.
As it was the only fleet properly owned by the royal family, there was surprisingly a lot of work to be done.
It was especially perfect for wiping out the numerous gangs that gathered in rivers and lakes everywhere because of their origins.
Some people might think that they can trust them a little more since they have shown that they will risk their lives once, but in the East where they come from, there is a saying that a captain should not be used for anything important.
It's not for nothing that knights who were loyal and died in silence are praised.
… … In addition, Sayaya Yen’s angry expression was quite teasing.
When I see an assassin with an impression that not even a needle could fit in his mouth struggling with an enemy like me because of his lover, I can't help but laugh sadistically.
So I answered Saya Yen indifferently.
“Saya Yan. Let me ask you this based on common sense. Would you trust pirates?”
“……!”
She clenched her fists in frustration, then furrowed her eyebrows.
Listening to Rudy, it seems like he's been working hard these days.
Maybe early next year I can give him a two-month vacation.
Come see Tarti once.
Of course, this vacation will be given to me by Rudy without my knowledge.
Rudy quickly noticed and winked at Sayan.
It seemed as if he was cleverly combining lip movements and sign language to say, "You're drunk. Go in."
It seems like he is learning both sign language and lip reading from Saya Yen.
I pretended not to know and looked out the window, while Saya Yan got up from her seat.
She walked towards the servants' room without making a sound, then turned around as if she noticed something.
“Your Majesty Rudy!”
wickedness!
The next moment a shadow rose from under the table.
* * *
Inyoung jumped out exactly between Rudy and Valencianus.
hook!
Valencian rolled around on the sofa with unusually agile movements for a drunk person.
Because the table was so big, I was still trapped between it and the sofa.
Swish.
Inyoung took a step closer, laughing mockingly.
He seemed to be using a high-level 'blurring' and 'perception reduction' spell, as his form blended into the surrounding space and was difficult to see.
But the short sword he held in both hands, a span and a half long, gave off a cool glow even under the dim light.
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Shhh!
Inyoung swung her sword at Valencianus.
“Lord Valen!”
At that moment, Rudy jumped up, kicked the wall with his left foot, and roundhouse kicked Inyoung in the chest.
puck!
It was a trick of the thrusting fist that sent the opponent flying while stretching the legs until the end.
The sword user's kick, delivered with all his might, had enough power to knock down even a thick wall.
Boom!
However, Inyoung absorbed the shock as if her body was made of bouncy slime.
Jiyik!
He took just three steps back and adjusted his posture.
Shhh!
Inyoung picked up her two short swords and accelerated once again.
'It's fast.'
It wasn't a speed that Rudy couldn't follow with his eyes, but with the 'Blur' spell added, he couldn't read the sword's trajectory.
'This is dangerous… …!'
At that time, an assassin from the East intervened between the two.
Sayaya Yan came running, kicking off the walls and ceiling.
“Saya!”
“Iron Dance!”
The spirit of a guardian was evident in his tightly shut lips.
With a “jjeojjeojjeojjeok” sound, her slender body transformed into a diamond.
Tata dang!
Inyoung's sword pierced Saya Yan's body with surprising speed.
The blade aimed at the shoulder, thigh, neck, between the ribs, and other vital points, and was powerful and cool.
North, boohoo!
The white shirt and black vest were cut off without a single lint.
However, the skill that had even received the punches thrown by Tentia in the past eventually deflected all the blades.
“Hair tie.”
The moment the iron dance was released, Saya Yan immediately performed her second skill.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Her black hair rose to the ceiling.
Saaaaak!
Hundreds of thousands of thin thorns and tentacles of hair surged toward Inyoung like waves.
"Got it."
Sayaya Yan rebuked him coldly.
His pale face showed the desperation of someone who had almost lost something precious.
Inyoung seemed embarrassed for the first time and tried to step back.
“!”
Clang!
Even the vague shape became recognizable after being wrapped tightly in hair.
Saya Yan took out a dagger from her bosom and raised it.
“Cut off the limbs, and put them in oil…….”
The moment the sword was in her hand, strange waves emanated from Inyoung's body.
Boom!
Sayaya Yan's hair swayed like seaweed in the waves, and Inyoung emerged from the hair tie as if she were a ghost.
“Saya! Bow down!”
At that moment, Rudy pulled out the magic gun Agate and the fang dagger from under the hem of her green dress.
On the surface, she was a kind lady who seemed incapable of killing a fly, but at heart, the Imperial nobility was a warrior.
“!”
Saya Yan bent down so that her chin was almost touching her knees, and Rudy's magic gun fired.
Taaang! Taaang! Taaang! Taaang!
Her green eyes constricted to their limit.
It was a decisive shot without any hesitation.
wickedness-!
The first bullet grazed Inyoung's side, half-breaking the 'blur' spell.
Tsk tsk tsk!
However, Inyoung dodged three bullets by jumping high enough to reach the ceiling without any help.
'I didn't know it could move like that.'
Instead of panicking at the fact that he had missed three shots, Rudy pulled out a lightning-enchanted magic bullet from his waistband and loaded it.
Taaang!
I pulled without hesitation.
Inyoung dodged this time by jumping forward without warning, but Matan cut through the air and emitted a blue electric current.
Phage crackle!
“Ugh!”
Inyoung, swept by the electricity, rolled around on the carpeted floor.
Rudy charged forward, holding the glass fang dagger he was holding in his right hand in his right hand.
Percussion!
The hem of her dress billowed and her green eyes glowed with red.
Inyoung, who saw the sword, also flinched and prepared some great technique.
Bam!
At that moment, Valencianus, who ran like a fire spirit rising up, grabbed the two's wrists.
“Up to there.”
His voice was cold as he suppressed the alcohol with mana, and his hands were tightly wrapped in reddish-brown scales.
For a moment, Rudy frowned.
'I didn't see Valen properly just now. … … A spirit transformation?'
Before she could continue her question, Valencian asked Inyoung in a playful voice.
“Do people of your age still come in like this?”
“!”
The word 'naido' made Rudy think of the old assassin who had given her the fanged dagger she was holding now.
'ah.'
“Ugh. Yes. The Archduke is right. It’s about time to come through the main gate.”
Inyoung, no. After the fire, Caesar lifted the spell.
Tsk tsk tsk.
A wrinkled old man wearing a turban appeared.
He smiled brightly, his purple eyes shining and his gold teeth showing.
“It’s been a while, Your Highness. You’ve grown stronger and more mysterious.”
* * *
The servants, under Rudy's orders, brought out more wine and fruit to entertain their unexpected guest, and Saya Yan looked at Cesar with her black eyes shining with overflowing curiosity.
“Are you really Marquis Sicarius?”
“The assassin of the East. You were amazing. I was surprised too.”
“Is the technique that relieved the shock of ‘Chu-kwon’ ‘Echo’? I didn’t know it would be so effective.”
“Yeah. You used the ‘Iron Dance’, right? I thought your wrist was going to break.”
“Flying into the air without warning is…….”
“It’s similar to hair binding. Think of it as creating an extra joint in the body…….”
Even for someone who had returned, it was quite an unusual sight to see an exotic young woman and a wrinkled nobleman having a passionate conversation.
It seemed like there was a world that only they could understand.
It would have been quite interesting to just watch this, but it was by no means an ordinary thing for a great lord to leave his domain.
So I had no choice but to join in on the heated debate between them over topics like 'How far do I have to turn my neck to definitely cut off someone's airway?'
“So what brings you here?”
He asked back with a wry smile.
“Let me ask you. Why do you think I came?”
I had no intention of joining in on the old man's hobbies of chatting, but I also knew why Cesar was being so annoying.
You need to have that level of insight and judgment to be able to properly use the information you are given.
I smiled curiously and prepared my answer.
He was a shield against the cruel nomadic tribes of the vast wastelands and the powerful emirs of the southern continent behind them.
“Information has arrived from the south. Has a local collaborator sent an urgent message?”
Cesar nodded.
His mouth was still smiling, but the smile had completely disappeared from his purple eyes.
“That’s correct. This is information that has been cross-checked five times. Sultan Bapomer and the powerful enemies of the Amirs, especially the young enemy Alcest who has recently risen to prominence, have gathered. The high priests of the Manma Hall, no. The Imams are also showing unusual movements.”
I felt my mouth completely dry.
“The military, religion, rituals… You are preparing for war. I would like to request an audience immediately.”