The Extra Wants To Live

The northern and central regions of the Hardion Empire are experiencing relentless rain. In winter, it snows heavily, but in summer, there are days when it looks like it will rain but doesn't, then it turns to drizzle and stops again, repeating the same pattern.

Swish!

On the other hand, the eastern part of the empire tends to have cool rain in the summer, so most work is halted during the rainy season.

In the southwestern part of the empire, in the Kingdom of Minardi, a damp wind blowing from the sea beyond races across the continent, but is blocked by the Celle Mountains, the gateway to Tummaria, and pours down rain.

"It falls cool like the tears of the pagans of Tumaris who were abandoned by Hadad," Govan looked out the window and said to Carl.

Hadad is called the god of storms that brings abundance. However, the rain that is so desperately needed in Tumaria will be blocked by the Celle Mountains and pour down, turning into a dry wind that will flow into Tumaria, which is a sarcastic remark.

"If it rains this much in Tumari, wouldn't Hadad be angry?" Carl played with his mother's necklace and said nonchalantly.

The desert land cannot hold water. If it rains as much as it does in the eastern part of the empire, a great flood may occur, submerging entire cities.

"That wouldn't be bad either," Govan muttered, stroking his beard.

"Don't think too badly of Tumaria." Carl got up, tucking the necklace inside his clothes. "There's no benefit to going to war with Tumaris."

"It's a shame that we had to avoid war despite all the preparations."

"Doesn't that mean that Tumari's power is that great?" Govan glanced at Carl, who was standing next to him.

When he first saw him, he was a little kid, but now they were about the same height.

"It seems that the power of Tumari has been greatly weakened. It seems that it is not a lie that they are having a hard time due to the division of the Hadad Church."

It is now a well-known story that a new sect broke away from the Hadad Church and caused chaos.

Carl suspected that it was the work of a heretic, or more precisely, the being behind Garten.

"Considering that there is no response from Padishah, the news that he will die soon is probably not a lie."

"It seems that even that desert storm-like being could not withstand the passage of time."

Carl's words made Govan recall the distant past.

Before Azgoth's accession to the throne, the Empire and Tumaria were engaged in endless war.

When he was still young and energetic, Govan had lost his land and fled, and on the other hand, he had the experience of galloping through the desert and conquering a castle.

He still couldn't forget the sight of Padishah that he saw back then.

How terrifying were those stubbornly shut lips and stubborn eyes beneath those thick eyebrows.

When he was silent, it felt like being abandoned in the middle of an endless desert, and when he opened his mouth to shout, it felt like being swept away by a storm.

It is hard to believe that such a Padishah could be so old that he could not even take care of state affairs.

"Isn't it exquisite that the Padishah and sect issues broke out at the same time?"

Govan looked at the endless rain with blurry, hazy eyes.

The Hadad sect that united Tumaria has split, and the Padishah who was supposed to mediate the split is dying and unable to do anything.

Even amid whispers that the festering boil within Tumari could burst and spark a civil war, there are still loud rumors circulating.

Meanwhile, the eastern part of the empire is united as the Laurel Alliance and is preparing for war. The fact that Tumaris hasn't even made the slightest diplomatic gesture about this shows how messed up the country is.

"It is so exquisite that it is a problem, Lord Dabron."

Carl felt the window with his fingertips, felt its cold texture, and then took his hand away.

"The desert cannot be ours. The Empire and Tumaria are different. The land, the people, the politics. If we attack Tumaria now, we may cause great damage, but it will be the same for both of us."

Even if you invade Tumari, you will eventually have no choice but to retreat without any gains because the empire doesn't know how to rule and live in the desert.

In the end, it just ends up wasting a huge amount of material used in the war. To get anything, you would have to cross that terrible desert to the Arbana River, the heart of Tumaria, and getting there is simply impossible.

Tumaris could use the imperial invasion as an excuse to end the internal strife and unite.

However, since it is a war in a situation where there is no unity at the moment, there will be great damage even in the early stages.

Also, after the war ends, there will be division again. If Tumaris is to gain an advantage, they must counterattack and invade Imperial territory.

However, since the Laurel Union is holding out, it will not be possible to even get past Dabron.

In other words, it may seem like there is something to gain, but the moment you cross the line, it is like jumping off a cliff together, holding hands. It is truly exquisite, and truly creepy.

"It would be best to maintain the same relationship with Tumari as we have now. As uneasy friends."

They joined hands because it was beneficial to both of them, but it was a bit unpleasant to be together, so they could use it with a good laugh whenever the time came.

Azgoth's policy was very effective.

He reestablished the relationship between the Empire and Tumaris that had been built up with blood and sweat over countless years. And this must be further strengthened after Charles becomes Emperor.

If the principalities within the empire were to declare independence and the Kingdom of Minardi were to launch an attack, even Carl would be helpless if Tumaria drew its sword.

The force that suppresses that is the Laurel Union. Although Govan knew about this background, it was difficult for him, who was born and raised in Dabron, to accept joining hands with Tumaria.

Just by engaging in such passive trade now, they are always on high alert.

There was a brief silence, then a small knock broke it.

Knock knock.

"What's going on?"

"A woman from the Duren Church has come to see you, Your Majesty."

The answer to Govan's question came back.

The Duren cult has been gradually taking root in the eastern part of the Empire over the past three months.

It would be fair to say that it has established itself quite firmly by taking care of private matters that the military cannot take care of and by comforting the hearts of the common people.

However, it was not yet time to come to a nobleman like this, and especially not to the extent of visiting Govan, the Marquis of Dabron, the central figure of the Laurel Alliance.

"At the Duren Church?"

"Yes, I have come to see His Highness the Grand Duke."

A cautious voice returned to Govan's question. From those words, Carl could guess who had come to see him.

"This is Sisterhood Leader Rihanna. She is currently in the reception room."

The only people in the religious order who had personal contact with Carl were the Sisterhood and Archbishop Gilius, so naturally, his counterpart would be a member of the Sisterhood. It was a bit surprising that Rihanna came in person.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Carl looked at Govan as he answered. Govan raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his forehead. Carl left the room alone.

As he headed to the reception room, Carl saw the still large and sturdy Rihanna standing tall, not even sitting down on her chair, waiting.

"Sister Leader."

"Your Highness."

Rihanna bowed her head slightly, and Carl nodded in agreement.

"Sit down."

"Uhm… Yes, that's right."

Rihanna hesitated to sit down in her robes, soaking wet, but eventually took them off, revealing her Sisterhood armor. The armor was soaking wet, but it was better than sitting in her robes.

Crunch.

As she sat down, Rihanna had no skin exposed other than her scarred face.

Rihanna hesitated for a moment, as if she had something to say. She, who hesitated in a manner unbecoming of a fanatic of Duren's slaughter chariot, eventually gave up and opened her mouth with a blank expression.

"I would like to hear from Hilpin about what happened last time."

She wanted to hear more details about heresy. This suggested that the Duren cult knew the secret of the Nol proliferation that occurred in Hilfin, information that Carl had previously only relayed to Azgoth. That is, the empire and the church decided to trust each other and establish a firm cooperative system.

"That's all you heard. I have nothing more to say."

Carl looked straight into Rihanna's eyes and spoke firmly. Of course, that was false.

First of all, Camilla's story was completely left out of the account of the incident that occurred in Palton Territory. There was no mention of Garten's background, nor did he recognize the Noll Carl born in Hilfin and speak the human language.

Because all of those things were unnecessary. Even if told, they wouldn't help solve the situation at all. And if revealed, it might put Carl in a rather uncomfortable position.

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