Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
A small city in the northernmost part of the Empire. This is the capital of the Mature Viscountessâ territory.
Her role is to protect the border from the elves by keeping an eye on the spirit forest to the north.
Thatâs why today too, she was busy, as she walked around in a tight mini skirt, shaking her butt.
ãIs there a problem with transporting the materials?ã
She called out to her subordinates as she crossed the office in the mansion.
If thereâs anything wrong, she will make a decision on the spot.
ãNo, everything is fine. The six large golem carriages that Your Excellency provided us. Theyâre working quite well, maâamã
The mature Viscountess lifts the corner of her mouth in a satisfied smile. As a reward, she sits down at the desk in front of her subordinate and doesnât forget to cross her legs.
ãA woman is only refined when she is seenã
Lightning looked at his boss with a curious look on his face and smiled.
The gazes from surrounding that crawls to the deep of her skirt. As she felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach, she thought about what else she needed to deal with.
ãMaâam, weâve received report from the checkpointã
At that moment, the door facing the corridor was opened to reveal the adjutant.
The thin man with an old-looking face continued to speak after being urged by his superior.
ãA messenger of the Elves has asked to have an audience with you. Apparently, itâs about the waste from the other dayã
A human couple living in this town. They visit the elven village once a week with a group of large golem carriages.
They went there to pick up some waste.
After filling up the carriages with their waste, the couple returned to the empire territory. They then dumped them in a nearby valley and set fire to them to reduce their volume.
ãThey seem to be troubled by it. For them, it mustâve like constipation. It builds up every day, and if left untreated, it might burst at some pointã
The mature viscountess laughs out loud at his crude metaphor. The adjutant let out a cough and suggested.
ãFor now, I will go there myself. Your Excellency will go there lastã
ãGot it. Iâll leave it to youã
The mature viscountess waving her hand in the air.
The lord meeting the messenger that came to complain from the beginning. She had no intention of selling herself that cheaply.
About an hour later, the adjutant entered the tent of the checkpoint.
Sitting in a chair was a stern-looking elf man. He must have waited a long time, and his untouched coffee seemed to be completely cold.
ãWhat is the meaning of this!ã
Looking at the adjutant, the elf rose from his seat and spoke in a sharp voice.
ãYou guys arbitrarily set up checkpoints and forbid people to pass through, what an outrage!ã
The adjutant sits in his chair, frowning at the forceful words that the elf in front of him suddenly spouts. Looking up at the furious elf, he quietly opens his mouth.
ãThe checkpoint was clearly set up in the territory of our country. And we do conduct an inspection on people, but we donât forbid them to pass throughã
He took the coffee that the soldier brought him and sipped it. He continued to speak while bending one eyebrow a little, probably because it was too hot.
ãAnd we donât remember ever preventing any elf from passing through. Is there a problem?ã
ãOf course there is!ã
The elf hits the table hard with his fist.
ãThe people who have been doing business with our village. Didnât you capture them and confiscate their golem carriage!ã
The adjutant deliberately rubbed his chin and pretended as if he was thinking. Then, as if he finally remembers, he nodded lightly and opened his mouth.
ãWe didnât confiscate them, we put them to work for us. We pay them the same as the market rateã
The purpose of the elven messenger is so that the waste retrieval can be resumed. Naturally, he would not be satisfied with such an answer.
ãThe owner of the golem carriages that heads to the spirit forest. Youâre threatening them, arenât you!ã
If the old ones wonât do it anymore, letâs just find someone else to do it. So he thought and looked for new people to carry it, but all of them shook their heads.
When he asked them why, they said that they were not allowed to pass through.
ãThere also seem to be a misunderstanding thereã
The adjutant leisurely empties his cup of coffee.
ãWe didnât forbid them to pass through. I just said that I would not allow them to bring back the waste from the Spirit Forestã
ãIsnât that the same thing! Why are you suddenly being so unreasonable? We have connections to the higher ups of your country, you know!ã
The adjutant, however, did not move a single muscle in his face. He just shrugged his shoulders once.
ãI donât think itâs unreasonable. Why donât you take care of your own waste on your own?ã
The elfâs eyes and mouth widened in surprise as he heard what the adjutant said with a calm tone.
Unbelievable, is the expression that was shown on his face.
ãItâs the spirit forest, you know? You want us to bury and burn waste in that place, the worldâs greatest treasure!?ã
With an empty coffee cup in his hand, the deputy remained silent.
Frustrated by the lack of response even after waiting for a while, the elf hit the table again and raised his voice.
ãWhat a lack of awareness! You selfish bastards who only think of yourself! Very well, I will surely take this to the top brass of your countryã
You better be prepared. After leaving behind such sharp parting remarks, the elven messenger kicked off his seat and walked out of the tent.
Shaking his head from side to side, the adjutant let out a loud sigh. Then, the mature viscountess appeared from behind him.
She had been listening to the conversation behind the tent.
ãComing into enemy territory alone, yell at them, and then leave. Iâll admit heâs got some ballsã
The skinny old-looking man sent a gaze of disagreement at his superiorâs words.
ãBlunt, or perhaps heâs making light of us too much. Iâd say itâs more likely between these twoã
I guess thatâs true, said the mature viscount with a chuckle. When her expression returned to normal, she looked up at the sky as if thinking.
ãSince they canât bring it over here, where would they carry it then, I wonder? They donât share borders with the kingdom, so the northern countries, perhaps?ã
If they canât bury or burn it, they would have no choice but to carry it out elsewhere.
ãCrossing the mountains would be too difficult. It can only be carried by a person or loaded on the back of a horseã
Of course, it is the horse that is not a golem. He adds and shakes his head.
Agreeing with him, the mature viscountess gives him instructions.
ãLet them know of this matter. Told them that âThe elves is raring to find a place to dump their waste, so watch out for themâã
ãI understand. Then I will arrange it so that the king of Black Locust country will hear about this matterã
Suddenly, the mature viscountess cowered while holding her lower abdomen and butt.
The old-looking adjutant stood up in surprise. While being restrained with his hand, the mature viscountess squeezed out her voice.
ãâ¦â¦Itâs the after effect of wickedness of the defeated. I ended up remembering it, whenever I heard that countryâs nameã
The female superior is breathing roughly while spreading pheromones. The adjutant kept his face down to avoid being hit by her venom.
It took a few minutes for her to regain her composure.
***
Now the stage moves far south from the northern city.
To be more precise, itâs south-southeast, to the great hole on the southeast of Landbarn.
ãThe great holeã
It was a huge, mortar-shaped hole that had appeared in the middle of a wasteland. Itâs about a thousand meters in diameter and probably five hundred meters deep.
There are countless golems scurrying from the slopes of the hole to the bottom. It was not only a nest for dangerous large demon beasts, but was also expected to be a valuable mineral resource.
ãReport the result of your surveillance!ã
The flat ground in front of the great hole. There was an A-class Knight who was shouting loudly over an external sound system.
The black armor reflected the sunlight dazzlingly. The large rose painted on it indicates that it is the beloved Knight of Count Rosehip.
(Fumu, nothingâs out of place, huh)
Small rocky mountains scattered around the large hole. C-class Knights were dispatched to climb three of these small mountains to check the surroundings.
ãLine up!ã
With that call, the Knights lined up in a horizontal line.
There are six B-class Knights of the Rose Knights and three C-class Knights of the Frontier knight order.
Incidentally, the three units of C-class Knights who are on the watch on top of the rocky mountains. They also belong to the Frontier knight order.
ãWe will now begin mining operations. Two Rose Knights will descend with meã
Two B-class Knights at the end of the line stepped forth as they made a clattering sound.
ãThree units to stand guard here. Another one will escort the carriage from the bottom of the pit back hereã
Four units of B-class Knights stepped forward afterwards. Knights with designs of roses scattered on a black background, all of them stepping forward.
After taking a glance at them, Count Rosehip turns to face the C-class Knights.
There are several carts for transportation placed behind the row. After taking a single glance at those, he spoke in a slightly softer tone.
ãGentlemen of the Frontier knight order. I need you to carry the golems from the bottom of the pit back hereã
The C-class Knights looked at each other for a moment. Then they took a step forward.
They must have been imitating the Rose Knights.
ãGood. We will now begin the mining operation!ã
The Knights start to move right away. Two B-class Knights followed the A-class Knight who turned his back on everyone and walked into the great hole.
There is a huge spiral slope that runs along the wall of the great hole. They began to descend there in a group.
ãDrop the clay golem at the bottom of the pit, donât leave it in the middle of the road!ã
Count Rosehip gives instructions in a loud voice.
A golem made of clay is no match for the Rose Knights. However, if the corpse is left unattended, other golems will come to eat it.
ãCopy that. I wonât let it in the way of the transport teamã
One of the Rose Knights answers immediately. He threw a front kick at the clay golem in front of him and knocked it down the slope.
From this point, the perspective shifts to the pilot riding that Knight.
(I donât even have to use my sword)
Instead of killing them, itâs better to send them tumbling downward. If thatâs all, doing it like this is more efficient.
Having made that decision, he kicked the clay golem away and moved forward.
(It wonât come crawling back up, right?)
I was sure that everything would be fine, but I looked down the slope to make sure. What I saw was exactly what I expected.
A fallen and cracked clay golem was being swarmed by other clay golems.
(Uwa, their eating it)
Itâs like when you throw food into a pond where a school of koi lives.
(The weak become food for the others, huh)
While following the back of my superior, I kick the next clay golem with my foot.
The clay giant floats in the air and falls back first to the lower level. After being half destroyed by the impact of the collision, itâs a repeat from the scene earlier.
(The more they eat each other, the more they refine each other, and the higher quality golems are born, was it?)
I understand that. But cannibalism is still not a pleasant thing to watch.
(What a tough world out there in the wild, really)
While being grateful he was born a human, he continues to kick the golem down as they move forward.
ãWeâve entered the Stone Golem layer. Weâre just getting started!ã
He hummed as he kicked over the clay golem. But the tone of Count Rosehipâs voice made him tense up as expected.
The strength of the Stone Golem is about the same as a standard B-class Knights. In other words, it is weaker than the Rose Knight and stronger than the B-class Knights of the Frontier knight order.
But thatâs only when itâs one-on-one.
(Weâre in the middle of raiding their nest. It would be dangerous if we got surrounded)
When I looked at my colleague standing next to me, he was also looking at me. I got the impression that he was uneasy.
The pilot was probably swallowing his saliva right now/
(Donât worry, because Iâm here)
I nodded at him, and he nodded back. He seemed to be somewhat relieved.
(I canât show my unsightly side in front of my lover now, canât I?)
Iâm sure he feel the same way.
I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Then I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.
ãWeâre going to protect chiefâs rose!ã
He shouted with the external sound system to tell himself. Then he put his energy into his own rose.
***
At the same time in Landbarn.
A middle-aged man with little hair, the Margrave, was thinking as he stared at the southeastern sky.
ãIs there something wrong?ã
A skinny man with a handlebar mustache calls out to him. The Margrave turns and opens his mouth as if troubled.
ãCount Rosehip left behind half of the Rose Knights here, butâ¦ã
He cut off his words for a moment and slightly tilted his head.
ãMaybe he should bring a little more with him. Is what I thoughtã
The Ghost Knight that appeared in the great hole, and the mining in the form of golem hunt. No matter how much force they have, it never seems to be enough.
Handlebar-mustache exhaled lightly when he heard this. Because this was a topic he had thought about many times.
ãNow that the Lord Reaper has gone to the Holy City, the Rose Knights are the key to our defense. We canât afford to thin out the defense of Landbarn any further.ã
Seeing his superior didnât nod in agreement, Handlebar mustache added.
ãOur enemy that we expect to face is the Ghost Knight. Pardon me from saying this, but we will be outmatched if itâs only with Your Excellencyâs Frontier knight orderã
Thatâs where he always draws his conclusions. The problem is that the opponent is a Ghost Knight.
The Frontier knight order is different from the Rose Knights. If they were to be shot at, they would be flustered and their formations would be broken.
Knights with such a strong unity like Rose Knights are rare in this world.
ãBut, stillâ¦ã
ãYour Excellencyã
It is a conclusion that had already been decided. Handlebar mustache interrupted the Margraveâs attempt to retort with a sharp tone of voice.
ãPeople worry more about the places that are far from their sight. If we send any more forces, Count Rosehip will be more worried about us insteadã
The Margraveâs shoulders slumped. Heâs aware that he has said something counterproductive. He then utters a few words of apology.
Then he switches his mind and goes to his desk to complete his paperwork.