Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortified City by Production Magic~

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“Like that sword, it’s an iron arrow that’s a bit sharper than normal.
Nothing too special, just enough to pierce through two or three armored dragons.”

“It can pierce armored dragons!?”

　Panamera lost her composure and shouted without any of the demeanor of a noble.
The soldiers also looked at the ballista with surprised expressions.

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Note: I am running out of synonyms for shocked.)

”I don’t mind the price, name anything you see fit.
In exchange, please allow me to buy your arrows as well as the ballistae.
As long as I have the economic leeway, I will be sure to stock up!”

“Your business is appreciated.”

　I smiled in reply to Panamera, my esteemed future customer.

　That night, the village was wrapped in a festive mood for a second time.

　Well, strictly speaking, it was a barbeque party but its scale had quickly spiraled out of control.

　And of course, the villagers ran with it.

”I see! Lady Arte is a daughter of the Ferdinand family! Please take good care of our Lord Van.”

“Ever since Lord Van came, the village has never been better!”

“It would bring us all joy if such a beautiful girl could marry Lord Van!”

“Idiot, address the lord with more respect.”

　Arte’s eyes were nervously darting around as she was being smothered with the comments of many villagers.
Panamera laughed while watching from the sideline, eating some good food to add to the experience.

　No, please help me.

(T.L.
Note: This one line is from Arte’s perspective.
The rest is in Van’s.)

“Hey, guys! Please don’t be too pushy towards our village’s valued customers.”

　I put my hands together and clapped to get the villager’s attention.
As soon as the crowd turned their attention away from Arte she ran, teary-eyed, over to my side.

”Your prince has come for you!”

“As expected of Lord Van, look at how closely Arte is sticking to him now.”

“Make no mistake, this is the wedding night… the first night of our Lord’s and Arte’s marriage!”

　I guess that even in a fantasy world, old men say embarrassing things when drunk.

　Arte’s face turned bright red as the men excitedly made small talk with each other.

“Also, you uncles should be a little more quiet.
I will be confisticating your drinks.”

“What?”

“Please don’t do this…”

　I heard sobbing voices behind me, but I simply ignored them.
Although Till’s face held a red tinge, she quickly calmed after looking towards me.

“Do you want to come over here and eat with me?”

　When she heard that, Arte nodded silently.

“Well, how long will the wall take to construct? A month?”

“Yes, roughly.
The scale of this wall is enormous, so it will take a while.”

“In the meantime, I hope nothing happens…”

　Arte nodded her head at the conversation between Kamsin, Till, and I.

“Are you talking about a fortified section facing the road?”

“No, we are talking about the entire wall.”

“Every…thing?”

　Arte stuttered.
It was a reasonable reaction.
Normally, city walls would take much longer to complete.
As I recall, I heard that the royal capital took three years to construct its outer walls.
The expansion work after that has been steadily progressing year after year even to the present day.

　Even if you have a large number of workers, it is common sense that a wall would take an incredibly large amount of time to construct.

　Incidentally, in the old days, territorial disputes were particularly fierce, new countries were established, the old powerhouse countries were swallowed up, and the world’s maps changed at a dizzying pace.

(T.L.
Note: I can’t believe a MTL happened to create this coherent sentence.)

　Because of this, most of the valuable four-element mages were used to roam the battlefields or protect strongholds, leaving the construction of new castles and cities to prisoners of war, slaves and commoners.

　Because of that, there must not have been anyone like me who has had a top-notch four-element magicians engaged in castle wall building every day.

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Note: Were there no top-notch magicians within the POW’s?)

　 Well, even if you build a wall of clay with magic, if you leave it as it is, it’s just a lump of clay.
It’s no wonder that no one would have thought to place a production magician in charge of construction.

I’m going to make it without regard for normal procedures and construction times.
Ideally, I’d like to at least build the inner walls before the peddler Lango comes to the village.

“A peddler? Why, is he someone dangerous?”

　I smile at Arte, who was looking uneasy.

“Well, I want to give him a big surprise.”

(T.L.
Note: With the help of people from discord, we have finally completed a chapter after… 20 days.
Sorry, college is a time sink.)