Border Guardian Hal Akircius

Cilentium administrative district, public hall

Dim halls are lit everywhere with mirrored lighting devices, and lighting is provided everywhere with candles, candlesticks, and lamps.

In that synagogue, a troupe recruited from the Empire played the third act of the stage "Truth and Harmonium Fall”.

The reproduced scene is by a fountain filled with still water in the woods.

The 21st Legion of the Empire had a formation near it, led by a high ranking general of the Empire.

{You're the hero I've been looking for for for a hundred years, make sure you make me a squire!

{If you are the Spirit of the Fountain… then make a covenant with me!

A beautiful woman, feather-woven in water and wearing a veil of the same colour, is held down by the Imperial soldiers.

Prior to that, he stood his sword like a sceptre, and a high-ranking general of the Imperial Army with his hands on it sat on the big stone in an eagle-hoisted manner.

{What a merciful empire general, based on a covenant, give me a name}

{Then more than today, Aquarius, who obeys my name, Artrius, will help us unite the land according to the covenant!

A calm song streams out to the theater.

On the sleeves of the stage, the orchestra performs music to suit the occasion.

The scene is transformed into one in which the liberated Aquarius forms an alliance with Altrius.

"... you're getting a lot of footprints."

"But isn't it good? Big muscles aren't wrong."

A ghost and spirits watching the theatre from the rear of the guest seat share their thoughts, but the full audience at the front are two in love with the scene? There was no way to notice.

The troupe and orchestra invited by Swilius arrived successively at the Cilentium after the peace in the north, and when they saw Hull, they verbally expressed their gratitude for the invitation and declared that they would henceforth focus on the Cilentium.

And I told him that about two more orchestras and troupes were on their way to the northern border at the invitation of the Cilentium.

Upon hearing from Hull about the entire battle on the banks of the Ineon River, Fabraes, who heads the troupe and the orchestra, immediately launched it into theatre in conjunction with Hull's previous activities, coordinating muscles and dialogue to create a new theatre, Border Guardian Officer.

A set of stage play muscles and dialogues, along with scores and orchestral arrangements of music created together, had been distributed in transmission stone communications to theatre troupes throughout the empire at the hands of Captain Fabraes, and Hal's activities and events in the northern periphery had begun to perform all over the empire.

Its captain Fabraes plays the lapse of touching that phantom too close in front of the hero Altrius to be thankful and unconscious.

"Thank you. The play of the Empire has been Mannelli lately. It has become very popular where I performed the play of Lord Altrius… Originally, it was a popular performance for ordinary people, so when it comes to the prospects, it's not until then. It was also a play I did a long time ago, and as you know, it's a play that nobles don't take. Oh, no, I didn't expect nobles to rebel that far, it was where it was difficult. I don't regret it, but I can't do it at all until the end of the day."

Then he woke up. Captain Fabraes said so, feeling a little calm, even though he was grateful for what Altrius looked like.

There was no other Altrius who looked down and grinned bitterly at Captain Fabraes turning his eyes with a smile, wrapped in a noble and graceful oval coat.

But I was impressed to hear the words, and I was even more thrilled to announce the occasion of the encounter with the Spirit Aquarius, whose details had so far been blurred, and just before the last battle, the occasion when Aquarius was sealed and recognized by the enemy for the protection of Alshalea, and even the evolution of the duel with Alford.

“Truth Harmonium Fall," interviewed by Altrius and completed by Captain Fabraes, is currently performing admirably in Cilentium.

To see that play perform in the morning and noon, the synagogue has citizens making long lines of snakes day after day.

Unfortunately, performances are repelled in the Empire, hitting the so-called "Altrius too”, so Captain Fabraes had mailed this musical and dialogue writing only to the very close troupe chief, but performances on the Empire's mainland were pending.

"I'm proud to say it was very well done, unfortunately."

Captain Fabraes told Altrius to apologize.

But on the other hand, the name of Hal Akircius, a border guardian who struggles with nobility's left transition on the northern border, spread and increased with the increase in the number of performances of the theatre Border Guardian.

Cilentium administrative district, administrative building ground floor and waiting room

The waiting room in the administration building is still full today.

There are many visitors to petitions, requests, notifications, lawsuits, etc., but among the many divisions are household registration applications by transferees.

"Mr. Quinkinatus, Mr. Quinkinatus! This way please ~"

One imperial man looks up to the voice called by a young Oran woman's domestic registrar.

And approached the counter.

"It's Quinkinatus."

"I'll be in charge. I'm Pierrette, the registrar. Mr. Quinkinatus is transferring from the mainland of the Empire, isn't he?

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Quinkinatus, an Oran registrar who asks with a smile, an imperial who retrieves documents while smiling back at Pierrette.

Pierrette took over the words as she showed the stone slab being put out on the counter with her palms up.

"Yes, please submit here the letter of registration you took in the Empire"

"Is it good here... oh?

Quinkinatus, a common official document appraisal tablet in the Empire, turns his eyes, though not to say how much it has developed, which he did not think was on such a northern periphery.

In the Empire, official documents are enchanted with the magic of authentic sorting, and by placing them on this tablet, authentic official documents emit certain light.

Even if fakes do not emit light, and the magic of emission other than those used in government agencies is hung, the magnificence is immediately discovered due to the extent and shade of the emission.

Sometimes stone slabs similar to this are used in large commercial deals, but those used in government offices are special orders and do not spill out of space.

When Quinkinatus put his own household registry letter acquired in the Empire on that tablet, it was made of grass stem paper and it emitted a pale yellow light.

We were able to confirm that it was a genuine document.

"Yes, thank you. So here's the registration form, go inside this thick box and use the pen and ink to fill it in."

Pierrette, who received the family registration letter after the truthful appraisal, now takes out one document because of the counter and hands it to Quinkinatus.

"... uh, eastern photo paper."

Quinkinatus, who had the paperwork in his hand, circled his eyes again.

I was surprised that the document was made of fine eastern photograph paper, which is not used in the Empire except for special documents, and that it was used only for application documents, not for the registry itself.

"Yes, all the East photographs are used in these documents."

"I see... is it good here?

"Yes, please"

With Pierrette's guidance and explanation, the Quinkinatus fills in the blanks of the application documents in a sarcastic and streamlined font.

After a while all the items were filled, Quinkinatus returned the pen, turned the paperwork against it and offered it to Pierrette.

"Yes, thank you. May I now confirm… your name, Mr. Gnaeus Quinkinatus, 35 years old, born July 5, with your original address at 181 West Imperial Capital 2nd Street, your current address, 1 558 South Street, Cilentium City 21, no dependents, work… no, would you like to?

As Pierrette read out the paperwork item by item, Quinkinatus, who had snorted at the discipline one at a time, nodded loudly at the last word for confirmation.

"Oh, I'm fine"

Pierrette doubles as she cheers at the appearance.

"... Um, excuse me, but is your job really not doing anything?

"Yeah, I'm in the middle of a job."

Pierrette grinned and said words of encouragement to Quinkinatus, who grinned bitterly.

"Now that this city is understaffed everywhere, I'm sure you'll be fine."

Well, that helps.

"... Yes, this concludes the process, good luck and welcome to the City of Cilentium! Thank you for your patience."

Put the paperwork in the seal, and when Pierrette says, Quinkinatus returns the words with a grin.

"Oh, thank you, it's nice to meet you"

Pierrette retrieved her next provisional application, looking a little sorry to drop off the rear of Quinkinatus, who leaves smiling and walking away.

"Mr. Eratostinus, Eratostinus, are you there?"

Cilentium Sun Temple, Pharmacy

The Temple of the Sun and the pharmacy, ruled by Alshalea on behalf of Erreisia on pregnancy leave, are, as always, a great feast.

The Sun Temple, which is supposed to be quiet, is quite noisy, in addition to the hustle and noise of the children of the adjacent learning centers.

In the office of that pharmacy, Ho was meeting with Alshalea with an oriental woman who looked clear.

"This is the eagle's - introduced to me by someone I know, Ta, Suzuharu Ming (Linshunmei) NE - I was a pharmacist in East Photography, sir, a very good pharmacist yo!

"Nice to meet you... my name is Suzuharu Minami. I sat down because I asked for a doctor from Dongzhao, so I'll sit down as soon as I agree to help."

The woman, named Suzuharu Minami, tied her skinny, small, dark hair up and wore the clothes of Dongzhang-style forelock.

When I was in my early twenties, my fingers were rough like skilled pharmacists, and they looked quiet.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Alshalea, the pharmacy director here. Are you good at western?

"Yes, I've been interested in Western medicine and medicine for a long time, and I've been picking up books and stuff, depending on how much I've learned about Western language in my relationship."

Suzuharu Minami responds to the words of Alshalea in bitter Western language.

Suzuharumi leans her neck and asks questions to Alshalea, who is not only nervous because of the words, but also because her face is stiff, but who smiles somewhat strangely at the old and stubborn verbal use that I don't think very old women would use.

"... there's a demon somewhere to sit, right? I've been practically self-taught based on my books for a few minutes, and I think there might be something interesting about it... if you'll excuse me, the more I'll teach you."

"No, it's a nice word, isn't it? Never mind."

When Alshalea answered with a smile intact, Suzuharu Minami finally smiled as well.

"Thank you very much."

"Yeah, yo, there's nothing weird about it. Yo, the eagle is weirder, the bell's aren't as weird as it bothers me."

"... you were aware that it was weird"

It was Alshalea who accidentally snapped at Ho's words to comfort Suzuharu Ming by saying so.