8Li (35km) away from Sierck Fortress, in the northern city Tuonvell.
2 people in military dressing arrived with a high class carriage.
One of the n was short and skinny, his uniform decorated with dals and jewellery, and his eyes were slits like a fox.
A sabre hung from his waist.
The man was Becker.
A noble of the empire, serving as an inspector in the military departnt.
The other person was a giant fat man 27Pa (200cm) tall.
His face was like a boulder and a broad long sword was worn at his waist.
He was Becker's escort officer, Grade 4 combat officer Boislow.
Boislow put his hand on his stomach as he sighed longingly while looking at the shops along the streets.
"So good... they are roasting chicken over there, Sir Becker."
"You are talking about food again!"
Becker squinted his eyes as he kicked Boislow and spat on the road.
"Damn it, where is the welco party!?"
"They should be in the northern plaza of Tuonvell."
"They want to walk over? What a poor reception, that's why I hate the countryside. They have no manners at all."
Becker complained as he walked and knocked into a child who was running.
"Ah."
"Ugh...!?"
The child was a boy about 6 years old who blinked and lowered his head.
"Sor, Sorry!"
From his dressing, he should be a commoner's child. His clothes werent ragged, but they arent classy either. His shoes were made from linen.
In contrast with his uncouth behavior earlier, Becker smiled gently.
"... Ara~ are you okay, little friend?"
He took out a high class handkerchief from his chest pocket.
The child nodded.
"Yea, I'm alright."
"Are you sure? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"I am fine, Mister!"
"Is that so? But I don't think so... You are injured."
"Where?"
Becker held the handkerchief with his left hand while grabbing the hilt of his sword with his right.
Boislow was biting on his fingers as he looked at the stalls. He was ignoring the matter with the child completely.
Becker had a gentle smile on his lips while his eyes turned bloodshot.
"Where are you hurt? You really don't know? Let tell you... It's on your neck...!!"
As he was about to draw his sword, soone called out his na from nearby:
"Inspector Becker!"
The sound of hooves and a carriage closed in.
The blond youth on the military carriage was Eric.
"Are you inspector Becker!? I have co from Sierck fort to receive you! I am Eric Michael de Blanchard from the Beilschmidt border regint."
After driving close with the carriage, he jumped off the driver's seat.
Eric was handso enough to turn heads on the streets.
Becker gritted his teeth as he continued to smile.
He moved his hand away from his sabre.
"Ara, I am grateful... But this is earlier than we arranged..."
He took out a golden watch from his pocket to check the ti. He could have done so through the clock mounted on top of the church.
Eric stood at attention with his feet closed and saluted by placing his right hand on his left chest.
"Her highness Marie Quatre had arranged for to co earlier."
Becker's face changed when he heard the princess' na.
"Oh... Her highness made an arrangent for ?"
"Of course, inspector Becker. Her highness wants to hear news about the imperial capital. Please board the carriage. It might be a bit shaky because it belongs to the military, please bear with it."
"Hmmm -- We are leaving, Boislow."
"Ah, yes... Hah... I am hungry."
The inspector and the escort officer boarded the carriage.
A woman ran out from the crowd and rushed to the child who was watching blankly.
She hugged him tightly.
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