"Eot. Do you really know me?"

When I muttered the name, Viscount Callas and Marshall asked me with wide eyes.

It was already burdensome because his eyes were still sparkling, but now that they have become stronger, he gives off a more powerful impression. "Oh, no. That's not the case. I just know similar names."

I hastily shook my head and answered. Marshall is a name you will hear if you dig a little deeper into World War II.

A soldier who can be said to be the god of logistics, who not only made possible the impossible supply of supplies to an army of 1 million people, but also personally provided ice cream.

Without Marshall, who was praised by Winston Churchill as the architect of victory, the U.S. military would not have been able to produce such crazy numbers.

The problem is that even though he was competent, he was too competent, so his reputation was relatively lower than that of other generals.

Many people even mistake him for a politician due to the Marshall Plan that saved West Germany.

"Ah... I see. It seems I had some vain expectations. Hahaha!"

Marshall wasn't disappointed by my denial and burst into laughter. It seems like he has a positive mindset as his impressions suggest. Plus, the thick lips and bright eyes give an impression that will never be forgotten.

I had a strong feeling that it would be remembered for a long time.

"By the way, may I ask what brought you two to visit me?"

After saying hello to the Marshall here, I turned my attention back to Marquis Martius and Marquis Gotz.

Normally, they would go to their father-in-law and say, 'Give me the budget. It's normal to ask 'Yes'.

Because he is a soldier, he is far from politics, but that does not mean he is completely far away. Moreover, if it is limited to budget.

It's strange that people like that suddenly want to arrange a meeting with me through K.

"There are many things I want to say, but first, I will apologize for the rudeness my daughter did to you."

At that time, Marquis Martius bowed his head and apologized politely. A straight forward apology with no need for rhetoric.

It is difficult to see someone as high as a marquis bowing his head in greeting.

Perhaps because of this, people around him looked shocked. On the other hand, I felt calm.

"You are talking about the incident related to Lady Martius. From what I heard, there was a rumor that you joined the military, right?"

"That's right. According to imperial law, anyone who insults a soldier must join the military regardless of status. And nobles are required to serve for at least 5 years."

In other words, Aira is still hitting hard. They say that instead of going back to school, you have to go to the military with tears in your eyes.

I don't know why she did that shit back then, but I've almost forgotten it now.

I'm not narrow-minded and I forget memories quickly. Also, Marquis Martius behaved well, so I have no complaints.

"I see. I hope that because of this, Lady Martius will have respect for soldiers. As you know, my brothers, starting with my father, are soldiers."

"Keep in mind. I felt even more sorry because it was a disrespectful act done not to anyone else but to Sir Myshal's son."

I raised one eye after hearing Marquis Martius' words. He is treating me not as Zeno, but as Sir Myshal's son, that is, as his father's son.

Normally, Zeno's reputation would be the focus of attention, but it doesn't seem like there's much interest in that.

This is just speculation, but it may be enough to advance the conversation a little bit.

"There is no need to appear in a low posture. Just by taking responsibility, you can become a role model."

"I am just grateful for your generosity."

"Just in time to mention this, what kind of person was my father?"

A topic that moves on naturally. I might not have known it in the past, but now I know how great my father is.

The reason I brought this up was partly to get the topic over with, and also because I was curious about what Marquis Martius thought of his father. This is not a conversation about Zeno, but a conversation between families.

"Even saying it was great was not enough. Without Lord Myshal, the northern region would have turned into a battlefield rather than a conflict zone." Marquis Martius looked lost in thought, perhaps remembering the past.

I nodded at those words and took a sip of wine. I already know about my father's reputation, but this is the cornerstone I created to continue the conversation.

"Marquis Gotsu said you would be in charge of the southern seas, right?"

While Marquis Martius was gathering his thoughts, he spoke to Marquis Gotz, who was in charge of the navy. This is to prevent it from becoming a folding

screen.

'By the way, is it really the Navy?'

Even though the tanned skin is that of a sea person, the unkempt beard gives the impression of a pirate.

While I was thinking that, the Marquis of Gotz laughed and spoke loudly.

"That's right. We are wiping out all those threatening the southern seas!"

"Is the southern sea as difficult as the northern sea?"

"The sea is always dangerous. Every time you set sail, you have to risk your life."

I agree with his sincere words. The oceans of this world are much more dangerous than the oceans of Earth.

It seems like the boat will capsize just from the rough winds and bad weather, but there are even sea monsters.

Moreover, most people are reluctant to approach the sea because perception is perception. But that doesn't mean we can give up on the sea.

The sea is very important not only for food but also for trade. There are jobs where you literally have to risk your life, and the return value is enormous. 'I wouldn't even dream of a long-distance voyage.'

Right now, only coastal sailing is possible. Even if a great man like Columbus appears, it would be difficult.

In terms of overall technology, it belongs to the 17th century, but shipbuilding technology, including navigation, is more than three centuries behind.

"I have no connection to the sea, so I don't know much about it, but I know it's dangerous. Do sailors board ships even though they know this?" "Cancer! There is romance only in the sea!"

"Then what do you think about traveling around the world by sea?"

A question that pricked the ears of the proud Marquis of Gotz. This is a question I personally wanted to ask a sailor.

The sea is a terrain created by the devil, and people in this world have been reluctant to even approach it since ancient times.

However, humans are a race that is so adventurous that they even risk their lives. Moreover, since they were weaker than the surrounding races, they took advantage of anything.

The sea is also part of it. Although voyages have continued since ancient times, no one has attempted long-distance voyages.

I asked because I wanted to know the reason.

"Around the world by sea? haha. It seems that even Zeno doesn't know how scary the curse of the sea is."

In response to my question, the Marquis of Gotz burst into laughter as if it was absurd.

Then, with the corners of his mouth raised, he began to explain the 'Curse of the Sea'.

"It's not like we didn't try. However, even if a ship can withstand rough storms, it means nothing if the crew collapses. The curse of the sea is a fatal curse for us sailors."

"Can you tell me exactly what the curse of the sea is?"

"It's literally like that. If you stay on the sea for a long time, the curse's effects will become stronger and the sailors will collapse. The gums begin to bleed, all teeth fall out, etc. If it gets worse, it can lead to death."

"......?"

If you only look at the symptoms, it's scurvy. I blinked.

Meanwhile, the Marquis of Gotz continued to explain how serious the curse of the sea was.

"Even if there are priests, it is meaningless. The sea is a terrible den created by demons. It may be true on land, but priests on the sea are incompetent. Therefore, you must return to port once every two months."

"Are you saying that priests can't use their abilities?"

"This is because sea monsters are approaching, drawn by divine power."

Hi go. I heard that my navigation skills were particularly poor, and this was probably because of this.

People here believe that the sea is a landform created by demons 3,000 years ago during the Demon War.

Earth's sailors also suffered from scurvy during the Age of Exploration, and it took a long time for a proper cure to be developed.

However, this world has a different mindset.

The Earth said, 'Fuck. That sucks. If it's closer to 'What on earth is this?', then this world is 'Curse?' Write. It's a mindset close to 'I can't help it.'

It means that there is no intention to solve the problem itself. Because it was a curse created by the devil.

Unlike on Earth, the existence of gods is clear, and this is a negative effect caused by the overly strong priesthood.

"Is there any way to break the curse?"

"It's simple. If you just disembark and rest for a few days, you will get better quickly. If your symptoms are severe, you can visit a temple."

"Um......"

Should I say that you can eat fresh fruits and vegetables? However, you need to know what kind of food you eat on the boat.

If you just look at the symptoms, it's similar to scurvy, but it could actually be a 'curse'.

In particular, I am concerned about growing 'potatoes'. Potatoes are rich in vitamin C and were a special medicine for scurvy.

After thinking about it for a while, I hinted at it.

"Then is there any problem with food? I guess it would be okay since there are potatoes and such..."

"Are you telling me to feed a rough sailor something like potatoes? Dried meat is the best to gain strength."

"... ..."

How is it that sailors, both here and on Earth, have a macho personality? Is it because the sea is so rough?

I guess I should believe it because my name is my name, but the question is where and how I found it.

Potatoes are the cure-all for the curse of the sea! What would they think if I shouted that?

It's a shame because it's Zeno, but if it were someone else, you'd wonder what kind of crazy bullshit it was.

"But do you know something when you see a potato being picked at?"

It was while I was laughing on the inside. The Marquis of Gotts seemed to sense something from my words and asked me in a subdued tone.

I looked dumbfounded when I heard that. Just a moment ago, he was telling the sailor what potatoes were, but then he changed his attitude.

This is the same for other people too. Not only did Marquis Martius come out of his thoughts, but Viscount Callas was also looking at me with interest. Same goes for Kay. They are all staring at me intently.

Lastly, Adelia. As soon as she made eye contact with me, she giggled. She knows I'm a reincarnation, so she'll think I've messed up again.

I have to answer first. It's a complicated situation in many ways, but if you work through it step by step, there won't be any problems.

"Why do you think so?"

"That's right, Myshal Youngsik is receiving the blessings of the gods. So, I thought I might know a lot."

"You may have heard this before, but I am not a prophet."

Sailors, both past and present, have a strong tendency to absolutely believe in 'superstition' or 'religion'.

Someone said that the only thing that stands between them and the ocean that would swallow everything is a large plank.

Moreover, in this world, the perception of the sea is a gutter, so we have no choice but to fanatically believe in religion. "Even if he is not a prophet, wouldn't he have equivalent knowledge? If you can solve the curse of the sea, I will reward you appropriately." "I don't particularly ask for compensation. Just pack a lot of potatoes. Discard the sprouted ones."

It's old. Be satisfied because I will shake off my bundle of knowledge. I gave a rough solution before the situation got more complicated.

Even if I tried to explain everything about vitamins and other things, they wouldn't be able to understand, and I had a feeling what would come out if I

delayed any longer.

'I'm sure he would have given me a daughter or something.'

There is almost a 99% probability that it would have been so. Or they would have offered equivalent compensation.

I wanted to avoid such cases as much as possible, so I blocked them in advance. I just want to build my network, but I don't want any deeper relationships

than that.

You could get beaten to death by Marie. It's not just empty words, it's really dying.

"Really? Is it true that just one potato can solve the curse of the sea?"

"It may not be a solution, but it can be prevented. If it is difficult to supply potatoes, please bring fresh fruits or vegetables."

"Don't worry about that. Viscount Callas?"

The Marquis of Gotz turned his head to Marshall with a smile that made him the happiest in the world. His face was filled with the thought of believing.

However, Marshall is Marquis Martius's adjutant. Marquis Martius frowned slightly and opened his mouth in an unhappy tone.

"Sorry, but Viscount Callas is my lieutenant. Please ask your lieutenant. This is easy."

"Eng. Okay, okay. Anyway, if the curse of the sea is resolved... hehehe."

He is obviously a marquis or something, but why do I keep feeling like a pirate? I don't know if all sailors are like this.

I looked at Marquis Martius from the Marquis of Gotz, who was immersed in happy thoughts.

Marquis Martius was looking pitiful at Marquis Gotz's unseemly behavior.

Then he sighed and opened his mouth in his unique cave voice.

"Water............ No, no. Not all naval forces are like that, so I hope you don't misunderstand. Still, it would be nice to hear that the curse of the sea has been

resolved."

"Let me tell you again, I am not a prophet."

"You don't have to worry about that. Because I don't dwell on things like that. Instead, I have something to ask..." Marquis Martius looks at his surroundings while blurting out his last words. I had a hunch that a serious question would arise here.

Otherwise, there would be no need to look around. Let's exclude the Marquis of Gotz, who is lost in his imagination next to him.

I drank all the remaining wine. I feel like my face is already getting hot because the alcohol content is higher than I expected.

Still, it wasn't annoying. I guess it feels moderately good.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I have a question about Zenon's biography and the battle depicted in Blood and Steel. No, more accurately, it should be called war."

"Hmm?"

A question from Marquis Martius, who was curious not about the work, but about the war depicted in it. I became puzzled because I couldn't figure out what

the intention was.

Moreover, he mentioned not only Zeno's biography but also Blood and Steel. Blood and Steel is still close to politics.

Although no battle scenes were shown, it was predicted that war would break out.

"I don't know about Zenon's biography, but there was no such description in Blood and Steel?"

"No, but I expect it will happen in the future. No?"

Hearing his confident words, I just shrugged my shoulders. Anybody who thinks even a little deeply will be expecting this anyway.

Marquis Martius nodded at my reaction and continued speaking quietly.

"So I was curious. Lord Hawke is your father, while Myshal Youngsik is a writer. Therefore, I question whether you have military knowledge."

"Marquis Martius?"

When a question was asked that was so direct and blunt that Kay called him out in surprise.

Even the Marquis of Gotz, who was lost in his imagination, widened his eyes. These are such provocative words and actions.

But I only responded calmly. Actually, that question is very natural from the perspective of a soldier.

I'm talking about being a prophet or a regressor or something, but I'm just a writer. Far from an expert.

It is said that if you put in false information for no reason, you may end up seeing blood in an unexpected place.

"I was deeply moved by the war described in Zeno's biography. Each race showed its strengths and blended in harmoniously. It would be appropriate to say

that it was gruesome yet elegant."

"When you say that, I don't know what to do."

"But I want you to know that war does not end with one battle."

Marquis Martius is also concerned about that. No, maybe you've already seen blood.

In fact, the 'adventurer' profession experienced a similar incident. Adventurers who developed their dreams while reading Zeno's biography become

frustrated with reality or die quietly.

Although the influx increased, bad things happened one after another. There was even an 'impersonation' incident a few months ago.

"Unlike Zeno's biography, real wars do not end in one-off battles. In most cases, the goal is achieved after several battles."

"I know."

"I hope you can explain that part of the war that will unfold in blood and steel. If you wish, I will send you someone to pass on military knowledge."

"If it is a person..."

I immediately looked at Marshall. He is still looking this way with his eyes wide open.

"Ah. I'm sorry, but I'm not Viscount Callas. This friend has work to do."

"I see. Thank you for your words, but there is no need."

I think I know roughly what Marquis Martius is worried about. I guess they were worried that I might include false information.

But the fundamentals of war remain the same no matter how much time passes. This is no different from World War II.

I'd like to give him 'The Art of War', but unfortunately I don't know what it contains.

Still, I can say this. I smiled and said to Marquis Martius.

"Because it is best not to go to war at all. Circumstances make it so, but I never recommend war."

"But then why does it depict war in Blood and Steel?"

"To show how terrible war is."

"... ..."

Marquis Martius was dumbfounded by my clear answer, but then smiled lightly.

He looked like all the anxiety that had been buried in his heart had been relieved all at once after hearing what I said.

"Thank you. I feel relieved to hear that."

He then thanked me. Seeing that there was a lot of sincerity in it, it seems like he was somewhat anxious.

"Thank you. I think I know what Marquis Martius is worried about. That won't happen, so don't worry."

"I understand. But how do you know that war is terrible? I'm a bit curious about that."

"Um......"

This is a bit difficult to talk about. Then there is nothing we can do.

"Father said. It's best not to go to war."

I had no choice but to sell my father. However, Marquis Martius is nodding his head in understanding that this is the best way.

Since he was a national saving hero and at the same time one of the biggest victims, you can't help but nod.

While Marquis Martius was lost in thought, I looked at the Marshal, who was still wide-eyed behind him.

"Viscount Callas, is there anything you would like to ask?"

"......Oh. Now, wait..."

As soon as Marquis Martius hears my question, he becomes very embarrassed. As if I got it wrong.

After seeing this, I was puzzled for a moment, and Viscount Callas spoke loudly as if he couldn't miss this opportunity.

"What does Myshal Yeongsik think of canons?"

"Yes?"

"Haa......"

As I was shocked, Marquis Martius covered his face with his hand. It is clearly revealed that he is troubled in many ways.

Either way, Viscount Callas shouted loudly once again.

"I asked you what you thought of the cannon!"

"Cannon?"

"Yes! Do you think you can develop a cannon to create a power comparable to magic? And not just one shot, but multiple shots!"

When I heard those words, I didn't even know it.

"......Is it shelling?"

He muttered.

"|||"

Viscount Callas' eyes twinkled even more intensely.