The turret is so solid that it is hard to believe it was built in a hurry.
　It is not a ladder, but a spiral staircase inside the turret.
　There is a spiral staircase inside, not a ladder.

''Sensei, are you okay?'' (BMO?)
Yeah, I'm fine.

　He leans out of the turret and waves to the minotaur below.
　The turret is solid, but not enough to support the weight of the minotaur.
　He finishes climbing the stairs and looks down at the training grounds.
　There stands a fence made of iron thorns.
　It could be described as a fence with countless circles intertwined between two vertical lines.
　This is the best way to describe it.
　It took me a lot of trial and error to settle on this shape.
　The iron thorns were distorted because they were wrapped around the barrel.
　At first, I made it by stretching the iron thorns straight, but it would have been too much work if I had to stretch it all the way!　I decided to use it without extending it with a single word.
　Then, I wondered what happened.
　Not only did it become difficult to pass through, but the nails holding the iron thorns to the pillar would not come off even if he swung his weapon down.
　Furthermore, the fence made of iron thorns is also resistant to magic.
　It could only be destroyed by a special kind of magic or by blowing the whole post off.
　

''Come on, today is the day we will attack!
Yes.

　Faye gave a proclamation from behind, but the beast people with the wooden sticks were completely unwilling to do so.
　That's just as well, they know they can't break through the fence.

''Hahaha!　I'd like to taste my power!

　Alideed laughs loudly.
　

''Well then, start.''

　Arthur muttered to the magic item for communication, and Faye jumped out with a wooden sword in hand.

''Geez!　And it's against the rules for the commander to rush in!
There are no such rules, sir!　I was told that there is no such thing!　I want you to tell me those important things from the beginning!

　A black light rises from Fay's body like smoke.
　It's a divine power art.
　Can the iron thorns really maintain their superiority against the Divine Majesty Technique?

'Fire, fire, fire!　Like, don't let them get too close!

　Alideed shouted, and the five beastmen pulled the trigger of the crossbow.
　The ranks are two lines of crossbows.
　The vanguard shoots and the rear guard pulls the strings.
　If there were more crossbows, the continuous firing could be enhanced, but with only ten bows, the current situation is only as effective as shooting in a horizontal line.
　Faye approaches the fence while moving in a zig-zag fashion.

'And the barrage is so thin!　I want to see what you're doing!

　Alideed let out a shrill scream.
　But it was probably a bad idea.
　The beastmen would aim at the fey.
　A skilled person would have been able to anticipate the fey's actions, but it was difficult for them, who hadn't been handling the crossbow for a month.
　As a result, they had to shoot arrows in vain.

''God, bless my blade!

　The iron thorns were easily cut in two as Fei swung down the dark-clad wooden sword.

''Like slashing iron with a wooden sword is too insane!
"Worthy of back-to-back losses!　You will know!

　Faye jumped inside the fence and pounced on the beast who was holding a crossbow.
　I should say, after all, it seems that the new invention is not as good as the Divine Majesty Technique.

''Well it's only today that the commander is allowed to rush in.

　As Arthur descended from the turret, Mino called out to him.

"What do you think, sir? (BMO?)
'The iron thorns are perfect. We don't need the sidings, which saves us time installing them, and there are only so many ways to destroy them.
I agree with you. It's not a bad thing to be able to draw the enemy's maximum strength, even though the fey got through easily.

　When I looked at the military drill ground, I saw that Aridaid was being chased around by the fey.

''Well, there's a condition that there's someone who can oppose us, but...''
It'll take a hero to stop her, I suppose.
Does this mean that Faye is a hero? (Bum?)
No, she's a potential hero.

　Arthur chuckled.

'Enemy heroes are a real pain in the ass. If you have them on your side...'

　Arthur kept his mouth shut.
　Claude Crawford was a hero during the civil war, but did he feel dependable?
　He was dependable, but wasn't he more troublesome than that?

'Wouldn't he be reliable if he was an ally?

　Mino tilted her head curiously.
　It was not unreasonable.
　The candidate heroes he has worked with are decent compared to Claude.

''I agree with you about the enemy heroes being troublesome. It's a good thing that you're not the only one. But at that time, we didn't even stand in the same ring.

　Mino said in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
　I'm aware of the invasion of the Holy Argo Kingdom that led to Crono becoming a lord and the parent conquest that resulted in the loss of his men.
　Both of them temporarily gained an advantage in the war, but they were outnumbered by strength in numbers.
　It's safe to say that the defeat was confirmed before they were even at war.
　That's why Crono is so highly regarded and alarmed, though.

''Then let's turn to the side of the boiling water next. For now, regarding this fence, we'll have to create a gap between the fence and the fence in case we turn to attack.
"Is this a large-scale version of the fence that Master Crono used for his first battle? (BMO?)
That's right.

　Arthur nodded quietly.

'Well, for my part, I'd like to put another spin on it, though.
What is this contrivance? (BMO?)

　Mino asked, as if he was curious.

'We need to find ways to prevent magic. For example, we can dig trenches we can dig a moat to hide in. If we dig a hole, we can create an earthwork, so we can kill two birds with one stone.
.....

　Mino's mouth is muffled as if she wants to say something.

'What's wrong?'
"No, I just thought you were a great teacher.
Crono, you've been a Crono all along.

　He wasn't as much of a womanizer as he was now, though, Arthur chuckled.

''The general doesn't blur.'' (Bumo)
'Yeah. That's why I said another twist, it's just a way to look good as a teacher. It's not cool to just imitate your students.

　When Arthur cowered, Mino shook his shoulders in amusement.

'We'll have to be creative about the operation of the crossbow, won't we?
"It's true, the range is too short compared to a normal bow." (Bumo)

　The crossbow has a shorter range and less continuous shooting ability compared to a normal bow.
　I think it should be operated together with archers, but Princess Tyria's orders also include establishing a method of combat using the crossbow as the main weapon.

''We can't talk about it if we're outgunned by the enemy in range.
''Maybe we should think of a way to deal with the archers before we get into a shootout.'' (Bumobuumo)

　Yes, Arthur nodded.
　If we have the right number of crossbows, we can improve the continuous firing in the way of Ariddo, but there's nothing we can do about the range.

'We'll thoroughly cut down on the number of archers and arrows with enemy ground penetration disturbance, Transportation Raids, and surprise raids.
"If it's going to be a penetration into enemy territory, we're going to need cavalry." (Bumo)
'Princess Tyria is thinking of expanding her cavalry, so you don't have to worry about that. I'd come forward as an instructor too if I could move my legs freely.

　No, with some hesitation.
　When I was an assistant teacher at the military school, I used to teach Crono's substitute classes every day.
　And yet he can't even remember to ride a horse.
　His confidence as a teacher is quite shaky.

''I'm going to fall down from working too hard!'' (Bumo~)

　I barely swallowed those words, "I can't do spear work," he said, barely swallowing those words.
　Thinking about it, I think I've been constantly thinking of ways to make up for what I've been lacking since I was training to become a knight.

''It's going to be ... busy.''

　It seems that Princess Tyria wants to establish a way to turn the territorial population into soldiers in a short period of time.
　I don't know what kind of situation you are envisioning, but the damage to the realm must be kept to a minimum.



　Sif placed the letter he had finished reading on his desk.
　He looked up at the ceiling of his office and let out a sigh, then closed his eyes and massaged his eyeballs as he did so.



　I opened my eyes and saw Bear standing in the middle of the room.

'Do you know the custom of knocking?'
Come on, man, I'm a civilized man. I know how to knock.

　Bear playfully cowered his shoulders and leaned back against the desk.
　There was a letter on his desk, spread out, but he only took a glance at it.

'What's this one?'
A letter from the Presbytery.
'What did you complain about this time?　We've made it through immigration. The settlement is going well. The Presbytery has no right to complain about it.

　Bear said in a disgusted tone.
　That alone must be enough to make him feel dissatisfied with the way the Presbyterian Council was doing things.
　It had been a longing of his ancestors to move to a richer land.
　Of course, it wasn't going to happen in one fell swoop.
　It's obvious that if you take the land by force, they will take it back.
　They would have to get permission to move, even if it meant taking the long way around.
　But permission was not granted.
　If we don't determine where the immigrants' sense of belonging is directed, we will allow the invasion.
　In that sense, the guildmasters of the Free City State group were wise.
　After all, they only used the permission to emigrate as bait, but never actually gave it.
　Even if they found out that they were being used for good, they had to obey.
　Because if they didn't, they couldn't even live.
　Fighting for your life will not give you what you really want.
　They would end up being used for their own advantage.
　He was trapped in that feeling.
　I'm sure the same was true of my men.

"It's the same old delusional bullshit.
"Use Sylvania as a beachhead to get the land back?　That's ridiculous. If you do this, we're finished. We won't just lose our chance to emigrate forever. Our reputation as mercenaries will be ruined. What is the Presbytery thinking?

　Bear said as he spat.

'This time it's added to that, plus the girl thing.
'You mean Princess Tyria's proposal?　Even with the hostage aspect, that was a necessary step to strengthen the relationship, right?

　Princess Tilia wanted to show that even if they were of a different race, she would treat them as if they were lords if they were useful.
　That's why she said that she would hire the people of the Confederation of Tribes as maids.
　As Bear said, there is no denying that they have an aspect of hostage taking, but as the head of the Confederation of Tribes, they have an advantage.

''The Presbytery doesn't see it that way.
Are you trying to curry favor with me by offering me a woman?
....

　Schiff did not answer.
　'If I were to summarize the letter, it would be exactly what Bear said.

'Oh my God. Who the hell leaked the information to you?
It's probably someone in the know. Originally, they were going to send someone in a position of authority. It's going to get out no matter what.

　Sif leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

'You're not going to deal with the Presbyterian Council, as usual, are you?
I'm going to, but the other chiefs aren't.

　The Presbytery is a nominal organization with no real power, but even they have an abomination of a mouth to feed.

"The guys in the Presbytery, including my father, have an honorable bloodline.

　Can we call it the generation of the middle of the road?
　My grandfather's and great-grandfather's generation produced some of the best warriors in the world, but my father's generation is not so good.

If you scream loud enough, even those with no track record and no ability can be influenced by it.
No matter how much you scream at us, we won't be affected.

　Bear looked miffed.
　'I guess by us you mean the inhabitants of the frontier village.

'There are a certain number of people who will believe any ridiculous story. That's why the scam never goes away.
'Your people are dragging you down. I'm tired of this.

　'What now?' laughed Sif.

'So what are you going to do about it?　You're not going to turn down Princess Tyria's offer, are you?
'That's exactly what I didn't expect. The Moos have been pushing Charis and the Hoos have been pushing Luca.
...Charis.

　Bear looked as if he had bitten down on a bitter worm.
　He was from the Moos.
　He knows that Karis was considered a stone woman and was separated from him.
　Luca from the Fu tribe is in the same situation.
　Perhaps the Mu and Fu chiefs are going to say that if the Presbytery complains, the stone woman is not a woman.
　And if the Presbyterian Council refutes them, aren't you the ones who said that the stone woman is not a woman?　I cut back.

'I don't like it,'
I feel the same way, but that's politics.

　Even an accusation can be fatal if not dealt with.

'Just because,'
'If we don't put up a candidate, it will only benefit the Noos.

　The gnus have the lowest status in the Confederation and are forced to be reserved when it comes to decisions.
　They want to remedy this situation, but equating tribes that contribute less to the Confederation of Tribes with tribes that contribute more to the Confederation of Tribes is a recipe for discord.

'Sif, doesn't your tribe have a candidate?'
We're dealing with Quanto.
Did you disowned me?
People don't think so.

　They have a lot of authority for free.
　We have to be careful not to create any animosity.

'I've made the migration a success. No one is going to complain about you.
The Presbytery is complaining, though.

　Sif poked his cheekbones and let out a sigh.
　It's a lot of trouble, but I can't just throw the responsibility away.



　
　Elaine covered her mouth with one hand and watched the work of the craftsmen.
　It was a month ago that the dwarf working in the workshop of the Marquis of Erakis' mansion had been sent there.
　They had feared that they would have to be closed for days, but they had not only finished improving their looms in two days, but they had also built a small room inside the workshop.
　If I had to name the closest thing Elaine had to knowledge, it would be the windbreaker room.
　Normally, it would be built outside the building, but since the workshop faced the street, they must have built it inside.
　I was surprised at first.
　The dwarves began to build something incomprehensible without saying a word.
　It would be impossible to tell them not to be surprised.
　When it was roughly formed, I finally realized that it was a small room that was being built to prevent prying eyes.
　Anyway, the loom has been improved and is working fine.
　I would have liked to ask them many questions if possible, but they left quickly.
　We had prepared food and drink for them, but they were very busy.
　I feel that they need to be able to communicate and think flexibly.
　Well, it's not something that Elaine has to worry about.
　Good, Elaine lifted the corner of her mouth.
　Thanks to the shuttle, not only did the speed of the weaving speed increase, but also the extra manpower could be allocated to yarn spinning.
　Moreover, she was able to rearrange her shifts to ensure that her employees got enough rest.
　Most importantly, it's a great feeling to feel like you're outsmarting your competitors.
　Just imagining a rival weaving cloth in an inefficient way caused an unearned pleasure to run through my entire body.

''........................Kuhu.
Master Elaine, if you want to laugh, I think you should laugh.

　I couldn't help but let my voice escape.
　Then Sianna rushes in with a voice that sounds like the ringing of a bell.
　Despite the fact that it's been quite some time since she switched to a daytime lifestyle, she still has the same sleepy eyes.

''Those at the top should be in peace and quiet,''
Huh.

　It was an absent-minded reply.
　'It seems that not only dwarves need to be able to communicate and think flexibly, but also Siana.

'You're doing scary well.'

　The maneuvers against Baron Mesartim, Baron Bossain and Baron Treis were also successful.
　Without contact, it would have required a long time, but the three of them were customers of the 'Sinner Trade Union'.
　They weren't good enough as trading partners, but they were perfect as customers of the brothel.
　It was easy to induce the three of them to take an interest in trading.
　If the prostitute you're hitting on owns several pieces of expensive jewelry, you'll wonder and pry.
　He looks beyond the brothel and understands that Sylvania is a merchant town.
　And that Crono built the city to be so.
　A commoner rises to the top with a single resourcefulness.
　They are surpassed by those who have looked down on them.
　It's a tremendous fear.
　If I don't do anything, I'll be ostracized, but I don't want to be under the thumb of an upstart new nobleman.
　Fortunately, or should I say, an excuse was provided.
　A letter from Princess Tyria.
　The three of them tell themselves.
　I will obey the Princess Tilia, they say.
　Perhaps they might even think that the development of the Marquis of Erakis and Count Caddo's territory was orchestrated by Princess Tilia.

''How is things going with Master Kane?''
Why is Kane out there?

　Siana doesn't move when Elaine glares at her.
　She just looks back at him with sleepy eyes.

'You look like you're making an approach.
It's my job. And keep the bugs out.

　Getting to know your deputies will help you take the initiative in the meeting.
　It also reduces the number of people you have to hit on, which is a good thing.

'You don't look good, sir.'
It's not going well.

　When Elaine asked him to join her, Kane just laughed and ran away.
　When he finally comes to the store, he drinks a glass of water and then leaves.
　Is he incompetent?　I'm tempted to ask.

'I don't think you should do that.
You can read my mind?
His brow was wrinkled.

　Siana pointed to her brow.
　It couldn't be.
　You can't be a whore if you show your emotions so easily.
　But even if questioned, Siana would deny it.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world.
　It's not surprising that she can use her mind-reading skills.

'I hope you can convince me.

　You can really read minds, can't you?

'Well, I don't care who you are as long as you don't betray me.
Thank you.

　Siana bowed her head with a peck.

'Well, take care of your secrets so they don't get out.
Yes, sir.

　Nothing is best, though, Elaine said, gently tapping Siana on the shoulder and leaving the textile workshop.