440 Episode 62: Previous Meeting

in a room in the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Sankland, the Castle of Sol Exudo.

Trying to surround the square table, seven men sat.

Sitting in the center was Abram Saul Sankland, the king of this country, the man with sharp eyes in his silver hair, wrapped in luxurious clothing with a tight length.

Abram, who received a report from the Chancellor, did not think, frowned.

"The Bandits Skillfully Running Horses..."

"Goodbye, Your Majesty. I don't even think of it as a horseback riding technique, just a bandit, enough to leave our country's soldiers behind. Or the hand of the horseback kingdom..."

"Hmm...... Theon, what do you think?

Under the king's gaze, Theon Saul Sankland stretched his spine.

"Yes, Your Majesty…, I…, do not consider it a matter to be judged lightly"

"... why?

"If there is a dispute between nations this will cause many people to suffer. What determines it to be the work of the Horse Riding Kingdom is that it is premature. And there's no way the Horse-riding Kingdom could attack our country for no reason."

"Ha ha, Your Highness Zion, you're still young"

One of the participants gives a fancy laugh.

"It's unexpected that all nations can make wise decisions like my glorious Sunkland."

pride in Sunkland, his freshly overflowing loyalty to the king he serves, the man without even trying to hide it, Uncle Ramplon said.

"For the sake of cheap territorial expansion, there are fools in the world who invade other countries without cause."

"The words are too much. Uncle Lampron, don't sound like a commotion to your lord."

"Oh, this is out-of-heart..."

Your previous meeting is a place of politics, a place of rush between nobles.

It wasn't where Theon liked it.

Until I graduated from St. Noel, he wasn't so aggressively planning to participate in politics, but after many encounters, I had changed my mind just a little bit.

Of particular significance was the appearance of the Imperial Empress, who, needless to say, at the same age as herself, marched on to the reform of the country.

- So far, what will the Meers be doing...?

Floating behind the lid is Meer's pungent figure, dressed in purple clothes.

Now, what rings in my ear was another girl's words.

- If you don't talk when you can... will you regret it?

The true words of Tiona Rudolfon make a wooden spirit behind her ears.

What I have to say to Meer is certain.

- Perhaps I have something to say about Meer... But would you deserve to say that to me now?

Failure in the Kingdom of Remno. The bitter regrets engraved in his chest and his own immaturity do not allow Zion to utter the word.

- I make my own opportunities to return the stigma...... That's what I thought......

Things were moving while Theon was stuck in thingies that way. The place was noisy at what one person said.

"Recently, there has also been information that troops from the Horseback Riding Kingdom are doing something near the border. I still don't think it's irrelevant. In order to alleviate the suffering of the people, it is important to send troops to the border immediately…"

What abhors and excites my voice was an earlier ramplon uncle.

He was a nobleman of the "territorial expansionists" who hit the traditional conservative layers of Sankland.

It is their contention that it would be better for people to be governed by the glorious King of Sankland than by the incompetent King.

That's nothing more than the idea that Graham the White Raven had.

And from that thought, inevitably, they tended to belittle the sovereignty of other countries.

Theon sighs quietly, then, he raises his voice.

"Your Majesty, at this stage we cannot move the army. I want to lead a team directly to respond and see what's going on."

Conferences where various thoughts are intertwined. And cloudy and swallowing is what politics is about. In the vortex there are many things that get lost and troubled. Scion, however, will not shake.

That was due to the belief that justice is in him......, it was not.

The bitterness of that day adjusts the inclination of his balance of justice.

- What would Meer do?

In the light of the model of empire wisdom (a great mistake), the values she has corrected for me, the answer is from time to time.

"The sword that is given to our royalty and righteous of injustice is sharp. So if you misuse it, you will suffer many people."

With that said, Theon stares at his own father.

"Isn't it dangerous for His Highness Zion himself to appear in battle?

Theon shakes his head resolutely as prudential theory emerges.

"Leaving the suffering of the people unattended also leads to shaking the basis on which the Royal Family of Saint Kland thus stands. We should not, however, do anything short-handed, such as create new people's suffering. Please, Your Majesty, I would like your order in order to determine the truth."

Thus, when Theon stood up, he lay one knee at his father's feet and drooped his head.

The king looked at such Zion satisfactorily and then nodded deeply to show it.

"Right...... Then I'll give you a special order. Zion, lead the soldiers into a bandit crusade."

"Ha. I will certainly meet His Majesty's expectations and let you see"

It took Theon to lead the Bandits' Crusade.

"As always, you're too impotent. Your Highness Zion."

When he heard he was taking command of the crusade, Keithwood shook his head as if he were frightened.

"If anything happens to His Highness, it's not like you don't think about what will happen to Sunkland..."

"Don't say that. Keithwood. This is also training you to be a good king."

It was a cool grinning Scion...... but as Keithwood, I couldn't wipe away a glimmer of anxiety.

- His Highness Theon seems in a hurry somewhere these days.

It was clearly after winter rather than... recently.

After attending the Birthday Festival of Empress Meer in the Empire of Tiermoon......

- What happened that day? However, there was nothing of particular concern......

And that was then.

"Brother!

There was a man who rushed over to Zion, who was preparing to go out.

When I was a teenager, I was a boy who stretched silver hair very similar to Theon's all the way around his back. Its body, unlike the scion of a tight body, even gets a luxurious and smug impression due to its training.

The boy's name is Eshar Saul Sankland. He is the second prince of Sunkland, who will be ten years old this year.

"Brother, I heard. Can you go on a bandit crusade yourself?

Theon grinned to reassure Eshar, who blinked his eyes worryingly.

"Oh. Right. Well, not to be alarmed, but all those who go, are hands-on. There's Keithwood, and it's not enough to worry about."

"But if anything happens to my brother..."

"Ha, don't worry. His Royal Highness Eshar. His Royal Highness Sion had already waved the sword of adult-faced defeat when His Royal Highness Eshar was around."

An old knight gave an extravagant laugh to Eshar, who still seemed worried.

As it follows, the knights around them want to praise Zion with their mouths.

"His Highness Theon is a genius of the sword. We won't be late for the Bandits."

"Your Highness, Eshar, will you learn the sword from His Highness Zion? What do you say?"

Hearing that, Eshar had a slightly tight grin.

- That's not very nice...

Keithwood, watching at the calf, feels bitter.

Because Eshar had noticed that he was under a lot of pressure and jealousy for his brother.

And the discord between the two princes becomes a gap to follow for the aristocrats who prefer factional resistance.

- And I can't even speak up...

A slight crack that arose among the brotherly princes......, was Keithwood praying that it would not grow larger.