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"Sorrow and misfortune, if you show weakness, will come back to bite you one after another. It's troublesome.

High nobleman of the Kingdom of Garleist. In spite of his huge frame, Roimets-Fomor says in a voice that conveys delicacy and intelligence. It seems that behind the big eyes, there are many hidden thoughts.

Normally, the round table of the Garlist Kingdom is filled with more than a dozen high-ranking nobles and clergymen. But today, there were only two men seated there. There were no other guards in sight, and it was strangely silent.

Reumetz-Fomor in the lower seat. In the upper seat was a slender man with very long fingers.

He was dressed with a cigarette in his mouth, and you could see deep dark circles under his eyes as if he was looking into the distance.

Dressed in a black military uniform with a red cloak, the man said in a heavy voice.

"Weeds grow well in fertile soil, Lord Fomor.

The Kingdom of Garleist has a large territory. The Kingdom of Garleist has a large territory, and one or two tragedies should occur accordingly, the man continued.

The man continued to speak, his thin lips opening. It was rare for a man to repeat himself in this way.

It was not because his character was cautious or because he had many political enemies, but because he was just not that good at speaking.

I know what you mean, sir. I know what you mean. The hexenbiests will be a growing threat.

Roimets' massive frame nodded grandly in affirmation. I'm not sure what to make of that. I'm not sure what to make of it.

Recently, all of the topics that have risen in the capital of the Garlist Kingdom have been dark and gloomy. The only bright topic is that a candidate for sainthood has been born out of the cathedral.

Other than that, it all started with the fall of the walled city of Garouamalia and the defeat at the Battle of Sarnio. The two self-governing cities of Belfain and Philos, which were part of the Garlist Kingdom, were also lost during the Evangelical War.

Following that, there were two more troubles that came to the kingdom.

The first was that the saint had been attacked by a large group of Old Ones during her pilgrimage. The Great Temple of Hrimsrath collapsed in the snow, and many of the country's most famous cathedral knights were injured in the attack.

Fortunately, Saint Alueno was unharmed. The cathedral knight Garrus Gargantua and his companion Helt Stanley did their best to control the damage, but it was not a good idea to have someone interfere with the pilgrimage of a saint.

This kind of misbehavior could not be heard by the citizens, and the cathedral was so busy dealing with the situation that it was even partially malfunctioning.

Another problem was the existence of Hexenbiests who were enjoying their life in the dead snow.

"The hexenbiests coming from the northwest have never lost their momentum. They are unprecedented in the history of the world.

Reumetz said, repeating the report from Valerie Brightnes, who was in charge of the northwestern fort. The words were not direct, but the man fully understood the meaning behind them.

In short, he wanted the national army to increase its strength against the hexenbiests.

This was a very natural thing to do, and yet it was not an easy thing to do in the Kingdom of Garleist.

As this nation with its mighty body and fangs grew larger and heavier, its skull grew larger as well. Finally, it has reached the point where it can no longer move its body.

Formally, the Kingdom of Garleist is a monarchy ruled by King Amelites-Garleist, but its inner workings are more complicated than a tangled web.

The influence of the House of Political Machines, composed of the nobility, permeates the nation like a poison, and the eyes of the cathedral are everywhere.

And if the current king, who is revered as the reigning king, is now old and not showing his former vigor, the political process will naturally be slow.

It was only a common sight to see that it takes a long time just to pass a single policy when it comes to formal procedures.

Nevertheless, such a situation is not likely to cause major problems in the political field. Glitches do occur, but it can be said that careful decisions are being made.

However, this is not the case in the military.

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A moment's delay can kill a soldier and eat away at the marrow of a nation. For this reason, there is a dictatorial authority that can be said to be directly under the king only with regard to the movement of the national army, which is separated from politics.

This slender man is the one who has been given this authority. The Protector of the Realm. Protector of the Realm Jace Brackenbury.

For a long time now, in the Kingdom of Garryth, the word "Protector" refers to him.

On his shoulders, which can be said to be small in comparison to Roimets, the full power of the Garleist Kingdom's military is placed under heavy pressure. Only Brackenbury knew how much that weight really weighed.

Brackenbury exhaled the white smoke from his cigarette and said.

I've already put it in your ear. But I'm afraid not. You're no longer in a position to judge.

There's no hint of irritation or frustration in Brackenbury's words. He was simply stating a fact.

Even when he criticized the king, Reumetz replied without a trace of sarcasm. He gave a small nod, as if he already understood.

That's why I'm here, Protector of Brackenbury.

Leumetz looked at Brackenbury with a full mouth. His large eyes were much firmer than in normal times.

No wonder. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

After all, even a high-ranking nobleman should not be petitioning the Protector directly. This is because the Protectorate is an entity that should be completely separate from politics.

If this were to be exposed to Reumetz's political opponents, they would bite like locusts.

But it was worth the risk to Reumetz. Then again, so did Brackenbury.

Brackenbury held the cigarette in his thin lips again, and blinked his eyelashes thoughtfully for a moment. The blue in the large whites of his eyes stood out strangely.

Flickering the white smoke from his cigarette, Brackenbury says.

You're an outspoken man for a politician, aren't you?

Yes. "Yes, sir, frankness is the most necessary thing in politics.

Brackenbury nodded, "I see. With that one word, he seemed to have made a decision. Brackenbury's slender body stood up, his red cloak swinging as he continued to speak.

His deep-set eyes were open with an unusual gravity.

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These words meant that he had accepted Roemets' words in no small measure. He let out a sigh of relief in his chest.

It's not that he doesn't trust Valerie. It's not that he doesn't have faith in Valerie, it's just that he's convinced that her magical armor will be able to defeat all the magical beasts that come at her like a haze.

But even so, those who stand on the battlefield will always carry a piece of the devil with them. That is what warfare is all about.

That is why Reumetz is convinced that those who do not stand on the battlefield have a duty to do so. Those who swear allegiance to you are on the battlefield. Then the Lord must give him the utmost support.

That's why the master has command over his men, and the men give their swords to the master. If that relationship is broken, there is no such thing as a master-servant relationship.

Of course, there was also a natural calculation in Reumetz's mind that he could not lose Valerie now that Richard was wounded and could not move. Emotion and calculation are always tipped in the balance.

Brackenbury extinguishes his cigarette and says plainly. A picture seemed to have already formed in his skull.

The number of troops she can send for reinforcements will be limited by her current authority. Therefore, I'm sending you back to King's Landing temporarily, is that correct, Lord Fomor?

Roimets nodded his head, his huge frame moving as it always did.

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