Border Guardian Hal Akircius

After the couple's covenant ceremony, they can swallow and sing. Cliffonam style wedding.

The city of Cilentium turned into a ballroom at once.

Two people, Hal and El Laicia, are awaiting the toughest of events: moving to the main guest seat set up in Central Square and continuing to receive the blessings from the citizens from now until night.

Later in the evening, the chiefs who participated in the ceremony and those who participated in the ceremony were invited by the executive government and the army to hold a banquet that was only known as a reception.

But among them are those who work well.

Silentium East Castle Gate

"21st Regiment 1000th, 300th, 60th Captain Leilken. I'm on a regular shift! I want to take over.

"This is Captain Vols, 1000th, 300th and 50th of the 21st Regiment. Good day for the change, thank you very much.

A team of ten men from both sides line up and send salutes.

Later, the captain, Leilken, carried out a check on the takeover item attached to the takeover bill with the other captain, Bols.

The takeover tag is a testament to whether or not a proper takeover has been made, while at the same time the supervisor examines whether the takeover has been made.

Without this, they will not be deemed to have taken over and will not be terminated.

When we return to the barracks, we return to our predetermined location, where we do not hesitate to scrutinize each other as this is the first time we are out of duty after being vetted by our boss, the captain of the hundred.

This time the check was completed as there was nothing in particular to take over and there were no deficiencies.

And after a brief verbal exchange of information about his previous work, Leilken handed the handover bill to Bols.

"Sure, well, thank you later!

Railken put his men in a castle gate security placement after Bols put together a team of ten men who were hand-delivered with a takeover tag he received from him and dropped them off in the crowd.

Today is the wedding of His Highness the Border Guardian and the Great Cleric of the Temple of the Sun.

There are a lot of blurry men out there who don't expect to hit duty on a day like this, but Leilken doesn't think so.

There is no other responsive job like this, because there are people like us who work as shady and hard as we do so that we can all forget and enjoy everything.

Reilken was a freedom fighter from the Rolfurt tribe who belonged to the northern tribes of Cliffonam, but when he heard that an imperial border guardian had defeated that Alford king in a city called Cilentium, he first came here out of interest.

Railken's home is a poor farmer, a family that goes on the ground with lots of poor people's children.

There is no land to be allotted to Leilken, the fifth man, and he sought a job and left his homeland for the Empire.

After several years as an adjunct to the Border Guard in the Empire, he began a freedom fighter who was hired whenever there was a grudge in Oran and the area of Cliffonam.

In recent years, however, there was not so much dispute over the fact that King Alford of Fried had established his absolute status, and Leilken was exclusively employed by the Northern tribes to fight the Halemians.

Even when King Alford was defeated in Cilentium, Leilken, who had been hired by the warrior chief of his tribe, the Rolfurt tribe, to confront the Halemians, then came to Cilentium with some of his companions who were equally interested in hearing the rumors.

Since he was recruited as a soldier in Cilentium and was now paid a certain salary, Reilken's life was stable and he could be called from his parents' house to take care of his sister and brother around him one by one.

My brother is ten years old and my sister is twelve.

Though I can't expect much as a workforce where I was at home, if I come to Cilentium, I can learn the letters, and for my parents, it's a mouth drop.

At first they were both confused and confused when ordered to take care of their older, separated brother, but now they both seem to have become familiar with the city and made friends. Leilken was relieved.

Reilken was also initially confused by imperial military ceremonies and methods of warfare, and sometimes found it inconvenient to live in a city very different from the settlement of Cliffonam, but now I can't think of living anywhere else but Cilentium.

Imperial currency used there in a market where fresh mountain river products are gathered.

A wide variety of liquor in public bathrooms and clean dining rooms.

Fair and clean official and administrative machinery.

A sharp sword for lighter and more durable protective equipment than what you used to use.

Though I broke it off from my job and got into military service, it took me quite a while to become familiar with an imperial method of warfare that was completely different from Cliffonam's.

But now every day I build up my training enthusiastically, distracted by its efficiency and rationality.

He was also promoted to Captain Ten after being bought that enthusiasm and seriousness.

Railken's efforts and enthusiasm have not shaded even with his promotion, and for what it's worth, Railken's decathlon is now one of the most elite units in the 21st Corps.

Today, the Akircius Border Protection Officer immediately decided to take charge of this security, but on the contrary, it also means that we are trusted.

"Don't be alarmed, this is the time to do it exactly!

While flying to his men, Lairken cautioned himself against the inner and outer perimeter of the castle gate.

Cilentium Official Inn and Kitchen

The reception of the official inn had turned into a battlefield.

This is because this official inn has arranged for everything to happen to the government's tangled banquet in Cilentium City today.

Moreover, the curator Primia is in attendance as a guest, and nature and burdens hang on those who are located beneath it.

Metella Otto, a woman from the Empire who acts as curator of the official Cilentium Inn, is the one who has taken on the heavy pressures in one hand.

"Acting curator - what will you do with this dish?"

"That's for the evening banquet, take it to the big conference room in the administration building.

"Acting curator! An additional order for liquor came from the one in Central Square!

"Open the spare barrel, it's in the basement, then go to the nearby village to collect the extra minutes! The feast will last until dawn anyway!

"Acting curator - the customer fell down the stairs drunk"

"... how's it going?

"I don't think he's bleeding, but I don't know if he's asleep or passed out ~"

"Contact the pharmacy immediately and call the pharmacist! Take your time to a safe place and use the table ceiling there!

"Acting curator! There's a guy swimming in the bathroom!

"Pinch it out.

Metella moves herself while giving instructions to the officials who come one after the other.

Even if I say there are festivals, it takes a variety of people and things to celebrate them.

The Metellas have taken both of them in their own hands.

Today's workload and its harshness are not half-baked, but only then will there be enough merit and accomplishment to be a little out of taste in other jobs.

Metella ran a family-run inn along the streets of the Imperial Side at the Northern Border Post, now ahead of Colonia Meridieto, but her husband, who heard that an interesting looking city called Cilentium had been created on the Northern Border, said he wanted to move out.

At first it was Metella, who was against it, but I was inclined to talk about getting land and a house.

And my husband is now a farmer and putting his energy into field work every day.

The kids are growing up to be untouched, and besides, I can keep them in a learning center that teaches them to read and write in the morning for free.

A former Imperial soldier's accountant and record-keeper was hired as a professor, and since the child could be kept in a well-identified person, Metella decided to go to work as well.

At first, I thought it would be a service in the dining room, but I learned that people were being recruited in the public inn, and when I applied, my former job skills were recognized and hired.

I don't hate taking care of people originally.

He was recognized for such good perception and the experience and attentiveness he had developed in the management of his accommodation, and was entrusted by Primia to act as curator.

And she is a quality person who is neither busy nor hated.

"Good luck everyone, hard work here is what Cilentium needs today!

"" "" Yes ""

When she heard a good response from the employee, Metella smiled.

Cilentium Commercial District, Restaurant District

There is an official named Magistrate.

It is also a sad position that is destined to turn to the back on days like this, but it is usually relied upon by the citizens, and it is also one of the professions to which the Cilentium child aspires that we acknowledge together with others.

The uniform of the magistrate in Teito is blue, but the uniform of the magistrate here in Cilentium is black.

Since no blue dye was available in the early stages, it stemmed from the fact that the uniform was dyed with the cheapest and most heavily obtained black dye.

However, here at Cilentium, the entire city is constructed of quality marble, so the black uniform was prestigious and conspicuous, helping the magistrates well in their work.

Its magistrate, however, was supposed to go on patrol wearing leather armor on a sunny day like today or on a rough scene, and Lucius was equipped with leather armor with three men to patrol the restaurant district where the most rubbing was likely to occur.

The magistrate has a stick in his hand, and this is because he is proud not to have a sword.

Because the magistrate said, "It's not a job that hurts people."

One of my men noticeably found the noise.

"Secretary Lucius, it's another fight.

"All right, well found, let's go.

There are a lot of other tribes in today, and fights and squabbling can become blade wounds shabby if you don't hit your hands early in the eye.

The people of Cliffonam, who value martial arts, equally weigh honor.

However, a little less consideration is given to the martial arts and honors of others.

As a result, a few things easily develop into fights.

And I have a bad habit of trying to settle fights with my sword.

I like other people's fights more if I add them.

"Alpesio warriors and Berefes, you're probably a spectator at today's ceremony...“ yet. ”Sounds like a one-on-one.

This case has already developed into a beating, and we need to do something about it before the people around us start to nod and not add up from trivial things.

"All right, I'll go, you guard behind me. Then you and you consolidate your surroundings, don't let anyone in.

"" Roger!

"Oh, because of that, sir, they both seem drunk.

"... you'll see.

Cilentium Administration, Household Registry Agency

There are people who migrate to the city of Cilentium as they do every day, and the Civil Registry Agency, which is uninterrupted by the long line of snakes of civil hopefuls seeking registration, is also closed today.

But because of this, the holidays get stunningly crushed by things.

This is because of the work of organizing the name tags of the attendees.

The boxes in the name tag box provided in Central Square were filled immediately, and the officials of the registry office repeatedly set up the boxes as soon as they were opened.

Registered officials, who have usually given them two ungrateful names: "the harshest department in the Cilentium administration”, do not scream at the earliest.

"I'm sorry, but they're going to send a thank you note to everyone as soon as possible to sort this out.

When Dorothy, the Registrar, said powerlessly, the Dorothy officials, who had become like ghosts who had been distracted, nodded powerlessly.

But on the floor laying the tent that he had borrowed, the eyes of the housekeepers, who could see the name tag that had become the mountain, were already dead.

"And there's nothing else to start with..."

When cursory and dressiness began to move, he said blurry, and at the same time began to move with a corpse-like fun in which the registrar and his servants lived.

Having managed to reach the edge of the tent, the registrar begins to organize the name tags nearby.

That's where my voice rang.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry that I suddenly asked you to do something like this even though it's not my main business. However, the department here is the one most used to handling these documents, so I wanted to replace them.

Sittius, who wanted to pass by, peered into the Dormitory's room.

"Lord Sittius..."

Dresines, with his face spitefully raised, was stunned to say just that.

In the hands of Sittius, who manipulates documents, datasets and, at the end of the day, codes, there are two large plates in each hand served with food, like mountains, for a total of four.

A large plate made by Dongzhao should be of equal size and weight, but despite the fact that the dishes are piled on top of it, Sittius does not change his complexion one at a time.

"It's not as good as a plug in, but please enjoy it for all of you. I still have to be at the meeting, so now..."

When he placed the large plate of those hands at the nearest empty desk with a light noise, Sittius said so and walked away.

There is an indescribable good smell of cooking and an indescribable sense of disillusionment throughout the room.

"I've never seen the Chief Executive have anything other than papers..."

"Hey, more than that, that plate... I know it's the guy from the official inn, but when I saw it before, it's the guy we had for two.

"The Administrator plugged in...?

Housekeeping officials who talk by hissing their hands off.

Sittius suddenly came back there.

"Hey, what is it?

Sittius remarked sayingly, sparing a doorman who responded with an inverted voice.

"I forgot to tell you... please organize your name tags and prepare a thank you note by tomorrow.

""... whoa!

The dawn of the registrars still seems far off.