10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

The journey from the Wang capital to the city of Plumier, the night of the day when he withheld its departure three days later.

Between Alice and Charles' grandfather, Marquis Bastian, there was the figure of Eugene and the others.

Bastian sitting and relaxing on the couch, butler Fernan refraining behind it.

Eugene, Alice, Cotareau, Reese, Charles.

Kevin, Elf Adventurer Hull, the guild master Salomon who accompanies him as Leese's escort.

Doni, a werewolf, also sits near Charles.

11 people and one large area, but the reception is wide enough not to be a problem.

"If it were to come to Non... well, Alice would go to a school where she would learn different things. Charles is not an aristocratic school. I need to learn a lot in advance..."

"School...... Speaking of which, I thought you said you had Mr. Fernan"

"Mr. Eugene, the school was also devised by the father of the first king. From the ages of 8 to 12, go to a common school. From the ages of 12 to 15, go to the colleges each guild does. The request that Enzo received before this was also a temporary lecturer at Adventurer Guild School."

"That's right. Is the school also located in the city of Plumier?

"There's always more to a common school. However, unlike Wang Du, we cannot afford the border, so few children are passing by."

"I didn't know... So, what do Charles and Alice want? Master Bastian says we don't have to decide right now."

Eyes on Alice and Charles sitting next to each other, Eugene.

My mind is anxious and wavering, but on the surface I'm taking care of it. Well, Eugene looked pale, and the adults found out.

It was Charles who opened his mouth first.

"... Mr. Eugene, just for a moment, block Alice's ear. Something I don't want you to hear."

"Brother Charles?

"Huh? Yeah, fine... Alice, come on"

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna put Alice on my own leech, Eugene.

Put your hand on Alice's ear and block her ear.

"Donnie, don't hide it. I need you to tell me something."

"... what?

"What happened to those caught by bandits? Anyone from Amphore Village? Besides, you were there after that, right?

"Chip, you remember me."

"Yeah, it's blurry, but I remember someone was there"

Eye-opening Eugene.

Kevin and Salomon are shaking their heads small.

A colloquial room surrounded by silence.

Breaking the silence was a butler who refrained behind the Bastians.

"Dear Bastian, allow me to speak"

"Uhm, forgive"

"Dear Charles, because I accompanied Master Doni, I am listening to what I told the Guard"

"Hey, hey!

"Dear Doni, Charles looks like you've noticed. I thought I'd tell you."

Charles snorts cocklessly at the words.

It was blue, but my eyes had a fever.

"Five people were captured in the village of Amphore, except for the two of you. Then, four were captured by the time the bandits were destroyed. There's a difference in time, but they said they'd kill him or sell him."

"Really? So, what happened to the sold people? Did you catch the person who bought it?

"Even after Master Doni's release, the guards were following information. But it's also been time. It is unclear what happened to the person sold. The side that bought it also said that the footprint is interrupted."

Hearing that word, Charles bites his back teeth tight.

Once again, the colloquial room is surrounded by silence.

It was Charles who broke this silence.

"Donnie, Mr. Kevin. Where were the bandits selling stolen or stolen goods? Mr. Fernan, have those people been caught?

"Charles, I also know where they say you can buy and sell stolen goods..."

"Dear Charles, we have not been caught. If you're told you didn't know it was something you stole, it's hard to find guilty. Unless you have solid evidence."

Kevin and Fernan answer Charles' questions honestly and without deception.

Hearing the answer, Charles drops his gaze on the hand he assembles.

Eventually.

"Mr. Eugene, you don't have to block Alice's ears anymore."

Charles says in a quiet voice.

"Brother Charles, what's wrong?

Alice, I've made up my mind.

Raising his gaze, which was pointing down, Charles looks at Bastian, who sat in the front.

You look pale.

But there was a strong will in his eyes.

"Uncle, no, Master Bastian. Make me a nobleman."

"Huh?"

"Brother Charles?

"Charles, don't..."

"Hmm... Charles, why not? Why do you want to be a nobleman?

"I want to get rid of people who think like this. Alice, me, Brother Basil, your father, your mother. The village chief, everyone in the village, even Doni!

Charles screams.

The Bastian, who heard the cry, had gone from just a favorite to a nobleman's face.

"The bandit is dead! But that's not all! I can't believe they won't catch anyone who made money from what they stole, or who bought people! That doesn't change anything!

"Charles..."

"Then bandits will come out again! People like us are coming out again!

"Charles, even if you're a nobleman, it's hard. Follow the monstrous shops and the people who buy them, and they'll go to the backyard and the nobles."

"Still! I want to get rid of people who think this! Be the last in the village of Amphore. Bandits kill. I will not forgive the sinners. Even if it is noble."

Grabbing his fist, Charles was staring at Bastian.

"Charles, the road is a bloody road. Sometimes you have to kill, kill, and even put the people in your hands. It's a pitiful story, but sometimes if you're in trouble because you're out of work, you can stop being a bandit. Back society, of course, can make nobles enemies. Are you ready for this?

Softly narrowing his eyes, Bastian asks without taking his gaze off Charles' eyes.

"Charles. Are you prepared to be scolded, resented, killed, and killed?

Bastian asks Charles to be prepared.

That was a heavy question to ask a 12-year-old boy.

Still.

The boy answers the Marquis without distracting himself from his gaze.

to the (...) eyes (...) of that (...), flame (...) in (...) lodging (...) and (...).

"Yes, if we can all live happily ever after, I don't care"

"Hmm..."

"Uncle, Master Bastian. So make me a nobleman. Alice..."

"If we're going that way, if we're together, we'll be targeted."

What did you see in Charles' expression?

What did you think of Bastian's words?

"Brother Charles, are you, are you not, are you going to be? Alice, are you leaving Alice? Also, you know, like in the woods, again."

Alice holding Charles' sleeve with her small hand.

There are unseen tears in its eyes.

"Alice, your father and mother always said, didn't they? He said watch out for bandits. If we can't all get away with it, one of us will be happy."

"Charles, brother......"

"So Alice will be happy. With Eugene, Kotalou, and Leese."

Charles gently strokes Alice's head.

That's the kindness a boy once had.

Before the bandits caught me, before putting harsh determination on the table.

"Come on, Charles. The body, the thoughts. Let this Bastian take it on."

"Uncle!

"Lord Eugene, ask for Alice. Non... let's go the way of Charles and Shura. What, old fashioned short this life. Let me use it for my grandchildren."

"Charles, Master Bastian...... yes. Alice will always be happy."

Eugene watched the Marquis and the boy have a conversation.

Nodding at the word entrust Alice, he utters his vows.

Cottaro barks one at the feet of Eugene. Let Arisu go, as if he were saying. She is a trusted sister. It's a dog, though.

Slightly relaxed air flows between the responses.

In the meantime, one man stands up and heads to the door.

"Is that it, Mr. Donnie? Is that the bathroom?

Is it a toilet, isn't it?

Good thing I was able to get on with the flow of conversation earlier is the unreadability of the lying air.

"Donnie, where are you going?

The boy protected by the man also continues to ask.

"Oh, Charles and Alice have found a new herd."

"Donnie, give me a proper answer. Where do you think you're going?

The boy dares to step in.

"Charles... me, I couldn't protect the herd. It's not a wolf, it's just an innuendo. So live properly and die properly."

Donnie throws up with her face against the door, not looking back.

For such a doni, Gaugau and barking cottaro. I don't want to fool around, I guess. But the words are not conveyed to anyone. Because it is innuccolo.

"Oh yes, Mr. Eugene. These noses and ears, they don't help in pioneering land, do they? I know how to hunt and dismantle."

Donnie speaking to Eugene.

There is no hegemony in that voice.

And I never got an answer from Eugene.

Once again the boy screams.

"You're running, Donnie!

"Charles......"

"The werewolves... Aren't the werewolves proud to fight to protect their flock and kill them even if they die!

The boy screams.

Put the (...) eyes (...) of the (...) red (...) ku (...) burn (...) or (...) and (...).

"Charles, you heard what I said back then..."

Donnie finally looks back.

Opposite the boy.

"So Donnie! Fight for me! Die for me!

Donnie, Bastian, Eugene looks out.

That's not what a scratched boy looks like.

A boy of faith, chested and screaming, is like a nobleman.

"You've been splendid, Charles. Right, you mean into your flock..."

Donnie, who is shown the figure and turned to words, for the first time in her life, gives her the finest thanks.

The finest thank you to the Beast Man.

It is the finest thank-you that even the King is allowed to "not have to do that".

Donnie opens her mouth while in that position.

"Charles. No, Master Charles. Donnie the werewolf. Be faithful to Master Charles as you are to the flowers. Let's give up this life for you."

It's an oath of obedience.

Apparently Donnie found her boss again.

The adults were astonished to see the finest thank you the Beastman would take.

Both Bastian, the Marquis, and Kevin, who had experience as a merchant, were the first to see even former first-degree adventurer and guild master Salomon.

Existence is known, but it was rare to swear allegiance enough to show it that far.

And both Eugene and Cottalow were surprised.

Oh, I'm just falling asleep with something on my stomach.

What's with the air like this guy?

In different worlds, gratitude to the superior of the beast man is to show his stomach by raising his hand with a standing beard.

The best way to thank you seems to be to lie on your back, bend your hands and feet, and show your stomach.

It was a non-picturesque thank you.