Otherworld Nation Founding Chronicles

Alexios and Melia’s elopement was splendidly successful.

After arriving at Trisquerria Island, they immediately left for and entered the Cretian colonies. From there, they moved to the Adernia Peninsula within three days.

Their pursuers from Povenia have completely scattered.

Because the Povenian government’s most anticipated general and sorcerer had eloped, they had set up dragnets with considerable seriousness. Despite this, however, everything ended up for naught.

The Povenians ended the search in a month.

They don’t have the time to forever search for people that had fled outside the country.

But then again, because the famous Povenian Clan of Barca is still searching for Alexios with all their might, the Povenians couldn’t let their guard down.

Their elopement had relatively gone well.

In the first place, the two are soldiers so they both have planning aptitude.

They had secretly bought land and slaves using private property they moved to Lezzad to manage a property of a considerable scope.

Naturally speaking, the level of lifestyle they now have had fallen several levels from when they were in the army. However, since these two had originally led very modest lifestyles, they developed no discontent.

“That new king Rosyth…To be coming to Lezzad…..or rather the several Cretian colonies of his own accord…this is unprecedented in history, am I not correct?”

Rumors of the product called paper being exported by the Rosyth Kingdom is circulating in Lezzad.

Right now, for the merchants of Lezzad, the Rosyth Kingdom is quite the delicious market.

Since even the Lezzad citizens hold no bad feelings, there is a welcoming mood around the city.

“Ah, the rumored person, huh. Upon returning from war with a neighboring country, without disbanding the army, he immediately launched a surprised attack against the opposition, disposing of them thoroughly. Quite impressive, yes? Only few kings are capable of ending a civil war in one moment. Soldiers and Nobles alike would hesitate on killing their brethren after all.”

However, this new King Rosyth had uplifted his soldiers through victory and made that possible.

With the soldiers crazily enthusiastic, he managed to make an atmosphere where the great clansmen would find it difficult to declare overkill and proclaim opposition.

Alexios assessed this king’s abilities.

“Is that so? I had thought things had gone awfully noisy. So it’s that day, huh.”

“Yeah, so, shall we go visit?”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t have that much interest, see.”

Alexios declares so and returns to reading his book. It’s a book about far-eastern art of war.

Melia’s heart is attacked by a pain much like being pricked by a needle.

Alexios’ reading of a book about war means that he still has lingering affection towards the army, towards war after all.

“Hey….are you regretting it?”

Alexios looks up to Melia.

After making a doubious face momentarily, he hurriedly closed the book in confusion.

“Ah, no. I’m not regretting my life here with you, not even one bit.”

“But, aren’t you regretting separating from the battlefield?”

“Ah, well….yes, honestly speaking, you’re correct. I, somehow or another, seems to quite love the battlefield.”

Humans are beings that notice only when it’s gone.

That said……

“Still, I don’t have any interest in returning to Povenia. I’ve had enough of fighting for that country. Parliament had always interrupted in battle. Because of that, victory had always escaped us. And yet despite that, they will, without hesitation, execute any general that fails even once. There’s no way I’d allow that to happen.”

Alexios shrugs his shoulders. His patriotism for Povenia is exceedingly thin.

However, it’s easy to guess that the cause is his opposition to his discordant family.

Alexios has extremely bad relations with his family. His family is a clan than seemed to have offered their spirit to Povenia. As such any unpleasant feelings towards their house is probably directly tied to discontent towards the motherland.

Although Melia hasn’t heard of the reason of the discord between Alexios and his family, she thinks it’s about Alexio’s eyes.

Alexios is a so-called ‘odd-eye’…..his eyes are heterochromic.

It’s folkore in Povenia that children with different eye-colors are cursed.

What happens regarding that is Melia’s guess.

However, from her point of view, she could care less about Alexios’ family.

Hasn’t met them since forever. It’s only natural for others to be the same.

Melia grew up in an orphanage…..or, to be precise, in an institution nicknamed “the Orphanage” where children suitable to become sorcerers are trained to be loyal sorcerers to the country after being separated from their parents. As such, she doesn’t know her parents.

It’s not like she particularly doesn’t want to meet them. It’s just that it would trouble her for her parents come and appear after all this time and tell her they’re her parents.

As such she couldn’t sympathize to the general sentiment that parents are important. She also couldn’t sympathize with the emotion called hate that Alexios holds.

“How about becoming a general for Lezzad?”

“Well, I might oblige temporarily if they ask me. However, I won’t be having things like swearing loyalty or the like.”

Alexios’ existence has become privy to the upper stratum of Lezzad.

In the first place, it’s thanks to their cooperation that Alexios couldn’t be found by the Povenians.

While it does depend on the country, Cretians are people that love big words like democracy, equality, justice, and the like. That’s why they were receptive to the two who had come to elope.

But then again, a big part of the reason why the upper stratum of Lezzad is showing a cooperative attitude to the two is that they would obtain an excellent general and a card against the influential Povenian noble house of Barca.

Lezzad is a country of merchants, so they don’t have any trouble gathering mercenaries. On the other hand, they are troubled with finding men to lead those mercenaries.

Should the time come….this is probably what Lezzad’s upper stratum is thinking.

“Besides, for me, the most important is you. The second most important is in here, yes?”

Alexios caresses Melia’s belly.

Melia’s mouth relaxes.

The two share a kiss.