1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"Excuse me, is Dean the Mayor here?"

"Oh, yes, which is it? Do you have an appointment?

The young lady at the reception asked the pair who had visited.

The man was still young, an apprentice, and so on, but the woman was a noble stature that was hard to see around here.

Of course, the young man was Issi and the woman was Amarello dressed as a lady.

(I wonder if the noble lady is also on a journey of patience)

and the receptionist opens her mouth clerically with inner thoughts.

The building is located in a densely lined corner of the town's central administrative facility, the so-called Town Hall.

It is too broad and luxurious for the bureau, but Isi asked the townspeople what the details were frightened of and did not tell them with a mouthful of mouth, but apparently it was built by heavy taxes on people.

Thanks to this they seem to be in terrible distress and not vibrant for the population of 10,000.

But it seems that Dean has a private army unit made of mercenaries, who instruct him to punish anyone who captures a complaining person from one end.

The captain is a big man who says Greggin, and with a mercenary who stands tall enough to defeat him with a capacity of about a hundred opponents.

Because of the sight of these men at four or six o'clock, the townspeople could not speak of the rare things.

"Oh, I'm late for my offer. My name is Issi, my companion. This one is Dear Amarello. I can't reveal my identity, but I'm just on a journey of patience. This time we are going to be staying for a while in the town ruled by Dean, so I wanted to say hello. Of course, if Dean seems inconvenient to you, we will ask you about your plans and make sure you take your feet again. Is that how you would like to take it?"

After a polite explanation, when the receptionist saw the woman again known as Amarello, she smiled softly in its mouth, even the woman.

(How beautiful... this is real. Probably someone in a pretty noble capacity. Being able to go on a journey is probably the second or third daughter and not the eldest daughter, but wrong response makes it my responsibility issue. Dean must have been in your room. Anyway, I don't have to take it right away.)

Calculating that far in an instant, the receptionist replied with a perfect smile for sales.

"I understand. Then I will take you right back. Please come and wait."

After saying so, the receptionist rang the bell at hand once.

Then a man comes from the back looking like a lower man on a small run.

And when she heard of the matter, she pulled back again immediately.

... that's easier than I thought. It's a shame...

"What?"

I felt like I heard such an out of place voice, and the receptionist turned to Issi and the lady in surprise.

But all they do is sit quietly in a chair placed in the corner of the hall.

(I felt like I heard something, but it's my fault. I need to be more thankless than that)

Yes, she shook her head (wearing it) and tightened her mind, but Issi, who was receiving the receptionist's gaze, was sweating cold inside.

He succeeded in overdoing a look like nothing to avoid showing suspicious looks, but crushed with a small voice when he anticipated that the receptionist's gaze was off.

"Fool, don't speak up yet. And keep your footsteps as low as you can."

There were signs that things would move slightly somehow from a space where there was nothing in the word.

But fortunately, I don't realize that except for the Issi's.

Time passes for a while without a thing.

So, after about five minutes, the receptionist hung up on Issi and the others.

"Dean says he'll see you. I'll show you to your private room."

"This is Amarello, there you are."

With a full smile on his face, Dean advances the couch to the lady.

Ishi, his entourage, is not allowed inside and is waiting in another room.

It should be noted that mercenaries refrained in both adjacent rooms for when something happened to Dean, some of whom were leaders, Greggin.

If you hear a signal or suspicious noise from the Lord, you should immediately have an avalanche in your room.

Nevertheless, no matter where you look from this time, I was expecting a beautiful noble daughter to have one young entourage, and the opportunity to leave.

Dean is also the second son of the Howan family and a weak, yet aristocratic man.

From his perspective, Amarello looked like a pure aristocratic maid.

(Could it be the hidden child or something of some nasty identity? It is obvious from the beauty of appearance that it is a noble exit, but where the hell...)

Though I think so on the inside, ostensibly I convey my willingness to welcome you as a host.

"Welcome to the town of Zilm at the end of the North like this. Anything is a journey of patience."

Amarello sips the tea served with an elegant trick,

"I apologize for this unpleasant visit. I heard it was the best town in the north where Dean of the Howan family could rule, so I took a trip. And I would definitely say hello, and it depends on you coming. At first glance, it's a very vibrant and good town."

That's what I said and smiled.

No man is unhappy with a beautiful, young woman smiling at him.

Dean laughed elegantly as he cared about Amarello's words.

"Ha, thank you. It's just that I... No, I'm just an administrator sent to Lord Rowville. Compared to the city of Ragganite, where the King and Lord Rowville are ruled directly."

But in that humble word, Amarello shook his head,

"No, the number of people is not an issue. Because this is how they are politicized (i.e., by) splendidly. You can tell by the look on the faces of the people in town."

(Well, I meant to squeeze as much as I could from the townspeople, but could I still afford it? I have to weigh my taxes even more.)

I didn't even put that inside your neck, Dean said.

"Thank you. That's just what you can say, and it means that we can also get strength into politics after this. So, it is..."

He coughed up Gohon, and then went on to say it.

"I may ask you something very disrespectful, and I ask you not to be offended, but will you hit this lady without Amarello? If you'll excuse me, I'd like to teach you a lesson."

to that word. When she smiled,

"I'm the 456th daughter of Homunculus. Dear Dean."

What? Unexpectedly, Dean leaks, but unfortunately that became his last word.

And she stood up without a sound, and mounted herself on her desk, and she had a knife shaken by her hand.

And the blade (if done) was precisely protruded into Dean's heart, and Amarello blocked his mouth tightly with his other hand trying to speak.

But...

(Hey, it's forbidden to get busted)

The last ascension of the dead is too stifling.

Lost in his power to fight death, the couch made only a little noise and slackened.