Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Silentium East Gate

Legions are marching down the streets in the eastern farmland of Cilentium, which has been opened even more than last year.

The eastern gate of Cilentium, constructed of white marble, marched a short distance into the eyes of the Northern Legion soldiers.

Completely deepening into autumn, the leaves of the red-leaved broad-leaved trees, which are left beside the agricultural waterways that flow around, appear on the water surface, giving a sense of the season with the refreshing water sounds.

The blunt armor helmet worn by the marching Northern Legion soldiers also reflected the red leaves hung over their heads, whose appearance seemed to be wearing elegant armor helmets colored with the shape and colour of the red leaves.

Hal Akircius, a former border guardian about a northern guardian who rides the lead, breathes into his chest.

The breath of the earth in the north, which had become completely familiar, stained his body.

It should still be a short period of about three years, but the body and mind seem to have become completely tamed with the northern lands, Cilentium, and the cooler air of Cilentium comes more firmly than the warm, dry air of the Empire.

Looking at it, the farmland where the opening has proceeded has been maintained after the wheat has been chillingly mowed, and the cultivation has been completed with vegetables, pastures and meadows planted.

If we go this minute, this year's harvest will have been excellent.

There is a reassuring grin on the faces of the soldiers who continue to march with crouched baggage and equipment on their backs, finally returning to their homeland.

Regular marches continued as they made light footsteps stepping down the fallen leaves on the ground, eventually leading the regiment to the eastern gate of Cilentium.

"Border Guardian Again Northern Guardian Officer Hal Akircius, now returning. Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

The East Gate, which was closed on Hal's mouth, made a stirring noise and slowly opened.

"" Welcome back!!!

I cheered with the words.

Beyond the gate, to the left and right of the street, the citizens of Cilentium live in a crowd, swinging simultaneously around the leaves and dongles of red-leaved trees in an army.

A strong dongle struck the armor and helmet of the Northern Legion soldiers to make a lively noise of cancun, pouring down as the leaves of the color-picking tree reflected on the streets and walls of the white Cilentium.

The long battle is over.

To the untrustworthy smile of its citizens, the Northern Legion soldiers smiled and waved at their deceased comrades and responded to their cheers with spears and swords.

"I'm a little late right now... hmm?"

Hal went straight back to the waiting public building of his beloved wife, Ellesia, after the return ceremony and gave the soldiers notice to rest.

Hal, who was jumped by Erlacia when he opened the door, is blocked in the mouth with his lips shortly after he finishes his words.

"Welcome back"

Ellesia, who gave Hull a long mouthful, said with a smile that included a scuffle while blushing slightly.

"Oh, oh, I'm home..."

Hal manages to return words with a smile as he shakes his head suddenly getting a strong stimulus.

Moving on to the back of the room, trying to be led by Ellesia with Hal's hand taken, he entered the room where the children's sleeping table was located.

Peeping into the bedroom with Ellesia holding hands, you can see her son and daughter sleeping in peace with ease.

Hal, who feels warm, fingers two cheeks, but the two continue to fall asleep without knowing how to do so.

"... you've grown..."

"Yeah, it's almost a year."

Ellesia also stares at her two children from the side of Hull with a gentle smile.

The two happy people kept watching the two kids sleeping happily.

Hal returns to the children's sleeping room after finishing his meal at home for a long time and enjoying his after-dinner tea.

The children had fallen asleep again after the meal without swelling.

"Sleep well..."

As Hal grinned and never tired of looking at the two sleeping faces for a while, Ellesia, who later came to the room, pulled the hand a little harder.

Looking back in surprise, there is the face of Erlacia, who stares at Hull lightly as if she were obstinate.

"Hal..."

"Huh...?

"Right?"

"... chi, wait a minute"

"Hmm! You can't."

Hal rushes to stop what Ellesia wants, but with surprisingly strong force, Ellesia pulls Hal into the back room.

Hal complains in a voice that suppresses them from waking the children up.

"Let's at least take a bath. Take another bath."

"Hmm."

The screaming Hal's appeal was, however, ignored.

The next day, the Cilentium Administration Building, the Great Conference Room

Hal face-to-face with the Administrators, starting with Sittius, for the first time in a long time.

Before that, Hal came to the big conference room of the administration building after he had gone around the departments to exchange words with the officials in charge of backup support in this battle.

In anticipation of the end time around Hull's department, the department directors, who had already gathered in the large conference room, would stand from their seats at the signal of Sittius to receive Hull.

In addition to the department directors, Arkiando, chairman of the city council, Heglionel, representative of the West Side, Raysink, representative of the East Side, and Belius, leader of the 23rd Legion, and Adamantius, leader of the 22nd Legion, were also present as representatives of the army.

Also, although Alshalea is present as Dean of Pharmacy and Head of the Learning Institute, Talpeius is absent as he is travelling as mayor of Colonia Pontis.

Sittius slowly stood up and opened his mouth, making sure everyone was in place.

"Quickly… I have written letters from all over, would you mind showing them off?

………

"... Lord Achillsius?

When Sittius spoke to Hull again to surprise Hull, who was unresponsive to his words, Hull hurriedly looked at Sittius and answered, trembling.

There's an insensitive grin on that face that deceives something.

"Oh, ha... oh, go ahead"

"It doesn't seem to be, sleeping? It's Haryoshi."

Hal rushes to deny it when Altrius, who is completely back to his original size, cringes out.

"Yes, no... it's okay"

"Dai Dai Dai will let me go. What is it? It's an Atsui thing at all."

"..."

When Hal, pointing at the star by Altrius, accidentally gets stuck in words, Sittius says, picking up a single eyebrow.

"Oh, I didn't realize that, right... we'll take care of the consideration tomorrow"

He closed the paperwork spelling with one hand, and as soon as Sittius stood up to announce the closing of the meeting, so when Hal looked around to stop it, he noticed that everyone was looking at Hal as if he was nimble.

Ugh, Hal manages to squeeze out words even as he complains.

"Yes, no, don't worry about that... please"

"Heh, well, so much so."

"Yes, excuse me..."

Hull had nothing more than to bow his head honestly to Altrius's voice like he had won.

"So, can I? … First, the Oran tribal council is once again offering to award the throne. This is just the time when I promised to visit Tronia, so I guess it's time for the Orans to hurry, even though they knew the war was prolonged."

Sittius starts explaining the case again.

First, it was about the throne of Oran, which had been offered for a long time.

"... right, we talked about interrupting once in the fall, so it's time to go to Tronia"

It was once the Oran throne that its military leader took office when the Orans fought unanimously against their foreign enemies.

It was a lesson approved by the chiefs of the tribes and crowned in Tronia, which is considered the capital of Oran.

Although four Oran heroes have ever reigned in the throne, no one has held the throne in the last 100 years or so.

Especially lately, more and more areas held by the Orans without being pushed by the impetus of the Empire had been shredded, and even for the remainder of Orania Orienta, they had become merely waiting to be integrated into the Imperial Territory at the earliest.

The name Orania Orienta itself is already by the Empire.

Once a barbarian with a glorious past who fought against the Empire and threatened Western nations, the Orans were about to end the role.

But by the advent of the Border Guardians, a group of islanders who came here and began to bring together neighboring tribes, the Cliffonams, the Orans become hopeful.

If you ask me, the border guardian says he has no prejudice against the Barbarians and scorned Northerners because they are not like the biological imperialists.

To prove this, we welcome the Cliffonam, a cleric of the Sun God, to his wife and say that he lived amicably in the city and was even born a child.

Moreover, he showed leadership in overthrowing the great army of Halemia, excelled in its martial arts, and the enforcement of the law was impartial and selfless.

He recently accomplished a brilliant job by intervening in an imperial civil unrest.

If we are to remain seated and lose our pride and history as a nation, we can celebrate the Border Guardian to the King by acknowledging that we are heroes, even though we are different races, and that we are better able to connect our future as Orans if we receive their asylum.

Hal became the hope of all Orans living on the continent, not just those in the guiding positions of each tribe.

That expectation was growing.

"Then there seems to be a move in Cliffonam to confer the throne on Lord Achillus."

Hal answers slightly strangely, says Sittius, who turns the dossier all the way around.

"... eh, I'm already King Fried?

"It's not like that. It seems to mean the throne recognized by all Cliffonam tribes. Did I say King Cliffonam, so to speak? Against the Orans, I don't think it means much, especially since we've never represented Cliffonam before."

There was a move to make Alpecio chief Gatti and Almar chief, led by Alchiando, president of the Cilentium Metropolitan Council, to make Hal King Cliffonam.

Surprisingly opposed was Bergan, which was based on the theory that King Fried was, in other words, King Cliffonam, with the fact that the King of the Fried had united all Cliffonams.

Once again, there is no point in giving King Cliffonam to Hal, who is already King Fried.

"... you mean to combine the Protector of the North from the Empire, the King of Oran and the King of Cliffonam, if you were to receive this, could you make a declaration of the establishment of the Northern Union at the time it was fulfilled?

As for the award of King Cliffonam, he was an Archian involved in the proposal itself, but now speaks only in the position of President of the Council of Cilentium.

"I also understand Mr. Bergan's disagreement..."

"Given the political situation, King Cliffonham, approved by all Cliffonhams, would be better… sorry to the Mayor of Bergan, but it would be better to receive King Cliffonham here"

When Hal roared, Sittius took over the words.

It should be accepted as the opposition of the Fri-Do people rather than the opposition of Bergan, but there will be nothing else to persuade them here.

Then Sittius, who turned up the material, uttered the words.

"What political mechanism does Lord Akircius envisage to launch the future Northern Union?

"The official name of the Northern Union shall be the Union of Northern Cities, Orans and Cliffonams. The allies of the Union serve as King Oran, King Cliffonam and Protector of the North, and the capital of the Oran nation is as tronia has always been. The capital of Cliffonam shall be in Fradia, and the capital of the Union of Cities under the jurisdiction of the Protector of the North shall be Cilentium, and the capital of the Union shall also be Cilentium.

"Will we set up a senate?

Hal nods and answers Sittius' second question.

"Yes, I think we will have a very different parliament from the Senate, but we will have an administrative participation meeting with representatives of each tribe in Oran and Cliffonam and the mayors of the northern cities as participants"

"I see... well, that would be good. Sounds like it's generally a concept in line with what's happening right now... no, fine. There's no room for me to pinch my mouth."

Rarely did Sittius smile, saying in a satisfying tone, while offering one piece of paper to Hull.

There is now a list diagram of the administrative machinery that is not different in dimensions from what Hal said, and Hal opened his eyes with surprise.

Sittius took over the words in another rare and somewhat amusing tone of the surprise Hull.

"Wonder and I hope you will refer to this list diagram, since the concept of Lord Achilcius has already been done here"