Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

After installing cooperation with the mercenary regiment [the ancient serpent] led by Lord Muske and Lord Scola, I recounted my previous history to Lord Ries, Lord Smuba, and then Zion and the mercenaries.

It took me till night to explain everything, even if I put it together briefly, but also a lot of what I got. I was able to learn a lot of information about trends in surrounding countries such as the land of dragons and the land of the beasts, the current state of Zenos, memories with my great-grandfather and grandmother, and the journey of the Demon King crusade that inspired my father and mother to meet.

That's how I got my morning at the castle, and after the ensuing discussion, I left Theon and Ries as a sign of my contract, returning to the inn where Mr. Richter and Julia would wait at dusk.

And right now, in the large room that I've reclaimed because of the increase in the number of people, me and Theon are facing each other, Mr. Richter and Julia, waiting by the window with Ains and Zwei drooling their long stretched upper tail barrels. Rafael and Albione are peering through the ceiling to keep out of our way to discuss it.

"- So the negotiations were successfully concluded. Ries will act together on behalf of the ancient snake Theon and the elves."

"Now I'm gonna take care of you till you get a piece."

"It's Ries, Lang's grandson, the elder in the elf. I'll take care of you."

"Lord Muske and Lord Skola are currently considering scrutinizing information and staffing, and Lord Sumva is preparing to reduce the number of procedures at the border on the road. We'll leave for Handel as soon as we're ready. In doing so, as Handel's messenger to the King, Lord Sumva will join us on the road."

Explain to the two of you who have been waiting for my return that it depends on the matter, and finally introduce Theon and Ries and inform them of their plans for the future, and Mr. Richter will do his hand to his mouth as he envisions it, and Julia will rub his temples like a headache.

Well, I guess I have a lot to say. The battle between the dragon kingdom and Fort Lace is packed with remarkable information, such as the relationship between your wife and Lord Muske.

"That's all from me, any questions?

"By the way, we'll take care of Sumva, so don't worry about it. I don't imitate shackling my client, the young man, and Royal Foretrace isn't willing to rub it with Majesta either. When something happens to Sumuba and the young lady, we just need to get to [the old snake]."

If you add that in a way that Theon supplements my inquiry, Mr. Richter and Julia will look slightly open. And after a beat, I sighed small at the two of them who moved their gaze here with a complicated expression.

... Well, that's how it reacts.

No matter how large a mercenary regiment, such as the responsibility of Fortrais' king brother and Majesta for being heirs to one of the leading Duke's houses, it cannot be taken. If they were to take responsibility, they would all be hit in the neck first.

"Of course, it's pre-construction, right? I need to be clear about that area to make a contract. Even so, we have a profound relationship with the royal family of Fortrace, and the Majesty of Majesty will not take care of it. And more importantly, it's a suggestion because I don't think a young lady would be harmed. In return, large rewards and handouts with the Fortrais royal family and Majesta's leading dukes. That's a good job. There's no problem."

If you look at the confidently out-of-the-box Scion, the ice blue eyes capture me and its mouth ends arc with Ni.

... where does that confidence come from?

I shrug my loss in my chest at that grin I don't know if I doubt, but I let go of the breath that just builds up in my lungs to delude my joyful heart.

Believing in me and being offered by [the old snake] as a condition for cooperation, I said I would make it happen, was to "return safely to the Majesta".

By making the place of responsibility [an ancient snake], I threatened that if I was unscrupulous, I would be sacrificing the lives of all the members of the group, and the phrase told on it, 'I will not tolerate self-sacrifice no matter what happens' is harsh and heavy.

But after breaking up with my great-grandfather and saying that I knew shame from the faces I knew at the time, and that my grandmother led me to fight for him, who was supposed to protect me, I couldn't do anything like untie that shackle full of their kindness. I snorted as I was pushed off, but, well, I have no regrets.

Their suggestion is that Grandpa and Grandma are alive. I'm proud of you, and when you butt in, a man scraps you.

"Right. Young lady."

"Oh. Of course."

If you snort firmly into words without question marks, Zion's grin deepens.

Julia looked at us like that, sighing at us.

"Master Doyle doesn't seem to suffer any hardships or pressures."

"That's not why..."

"Yes, sir. I understand that."

If you can't find just the right reply to the irony that seeps through the accusations against Zion and the other ancient serpents and your worries about me, you'll get all sorts of words back and you'll have an irresistible air.

But such air is instantly fogged by Mr. Richter, who slapped his bread and hand, and instantly the story returns to the point.

"- If Master Doyle says that's okay, it's fine. I also understand that we are headed to Handel. So, are we going to act like we are?

"They say Lord Muske and the others will prepare the journey, so make sure you have everything you need personally. Since it is the day after tomorrow that I will finish preparing for all of this, I plan to leave in the early morning of the day after tomorrow. Then I'll contact the Hendra Chamber of Commerce."

Richter nods that he understands if he turns his attention to the window where Ains and the others are at the same time impressed by Richter, who has returned without any other room to pinch his mouth. Perhaps in his head, various rounding choices have been made to maximize the time left. I have a lot of knowledge and experience and apprenticeship for only the Kingsguard knights who served His Majesty with my father, and they are still a waste of talent for me.

"I'm in awe. If there appears to be no other explanation or instruction, may I report the information that Julia and I have been purchasing?

"Please"

I bow my head deep in my heart as I respond lightly to Mr. Richter, who confirms to me every time I talk to Tekipaki about the reason that there are eyes of Theon and Ries.

Sooner or later, let's be masters worthy of this brilliant subordinate.

And even after generations, like my grandfather and grandmother, I will live so that they do not feel spared risking their lives.

"Yes, first of all, as a result of gathering testimony from those who have confronted the example bandits, it is highly possible that they are knights of the kingdom of the Beasts, as you have previously reported. So I asked around the beasts, and no country has had any incidents or accidents where knights would drop themselves on bandits, and their purpose is still unknown."

So secretly, I listened to the information that Richter and the others had been looking into.

Preparing your journey while carving it into your chest in an attempt to live a shameless way for your ancestors, is no longer two days.

Theon's voice echoes under the cedary sky.

"How are the horses?

"It's no problem."

I'm done with the food.

As the mercenaries who were checking the supplies and horses prepared to avoid the eye on the corner of Forrest Castle raised their voices one after the other, I stood up with my face up as I finished checking early and loaded the materials I had received from Lord Muske.

Don't make me wait, young lady.

"No. We're leaving with the sunrise tomorrow, but what's the problem?

"I'm fine. I got the horses in order, and I got the permits in time. There's no need to replenish or fund food on the road, and this should get you to Handel in about five days."

"It's superimposed"

Take Scion, who has completed confirmation of the journey schedule, and continue walking towards the castle.

Two days after poking each other in the big room. I took a trip to the Pania Chamber of Commerce with Julia, or toured Mr. Richter and the Bandits' Root Castle and thoughtful places, but with no tangible results. In the meantime, however, preparations are steady, and we are due to leave Fortrace early tomorrow morning.

Mr. Richter and Julia are resting in the room they have prepared for us in the castle at short notice, and Bran will be ready for tomorrow in the stables. [Disguise] Bran was motivated enough to finally make the appearance he had been exploring after solving his skills and returning to his proud fur for the first time in a long time. By the way, Rafael and the others should be with Lord Scola to fix Ries' coat, which I have slashed.

"What about you?

"The Chamber of Commerce seems to be somewhat rubbing on the successor issue, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the Maris and the others. It's just that my daughter's son-in-law said she saw holy wood-like wood at Handel's timber market. But unfortunately the seller or buyer is unknown"

"How'd it go with the bandits?

"That's empty too. I searched the vicinity where Mr. Richter and I had sightings, but I could see the signs he was using on the screw, but nothing was left to lead to his identity."

"According to our information network, it looks like we're near Agricult these days. With any luck, I might see you on the road."

"That will save you time and help you find it, but it's subtle considering you're manning it."

"Agricult's got our people scattered around, so you just have to summon them if you want. The leaders are talking."

"Then there's nothing wrong with running into each other."

It was then that I was heading to the door to the castle to make a final confirmation with Lord Muske and the others while sharing information with Theon.

Soon after I became aware of the sensation of total furrowing, my moving arm grabbed Shion, who was next to me, and my feet flew straight behind me with the momentum kicked to the ground.

"- What?!

With the momentum thrown aside with the landing, Scion fell to the ground, complained of pain and returned to me Ha, I rushed to grasp the status quo, develop skills such as [sign detection], and run my eyes.

- What the hell just happened?

There were no signs or signs of anything.

But my forged intuition only moved my body reflexively, and I still have painfully standing goosebumps to prove that something happened to me.

But there's nothing to check around.

There are invisible enemies. That's when I tried to be more vigilant than I thought, the ground around where I'd gone about a metre from my feet, about to step on the verge of jumping out earlier, sank slightly and breathtaking.

- In the ground!

Theon stops my hand from trying to pull out Espada, even if I find myself in an unexpected lurking position. And.

"Ah. Ri no, young lady. I know him."

"Huh?"

It would be force majeure that an inadvertently gullible voice leaked into the declaration of Scion, who struck his ear. No matter what anyone thinks, they shouldn't be able to complain about being mistakenly slaughtered with their enemies, such as the guy who's under these circumstances erasing signs of diving into the ground.

Though I thought so, I had to swallow those complaints at the sight of Zion's words.

"… Master. Young lady, don't lurk in the ground because your opponent won't be spicy. They're gonna kill you for real, huh?

"Right. The scales trembled a long time ago."

When Scion calls for a twitchy crossing while paying off the sand attached to his clothes, a dragon man wrapped in rusty scales responds with a voice that looks and impresses him from the ground rippling with his topun. Then I walk over here as if nothing had happened when I got out of the ground in a light motion like rising out of the water. And looking down at me in yellow with black longitudinal pupil eyes, a word.

"Not bad"

After my emotions were dropped with unreadable faces, what I was called is a word that I could interpret for better or worse, but my voice was soft, so I'll say thank you once and for all.

"Oh, thank you?

Then it seemed to snort deeply twice in some satisfying atmosphere, so it was the perception that I was being praised.

... What the hell.

I don't understand the intent of the dragon man's actions in the name of Tabor in front of me, who was introduced the other day as a master and adoptive parent of Zion. And I don't even know if it's a good thing to ask.

When it comes to what I know about Lord Tabor, it's about the one who picked up Zion and put on an archery with Lord Sumva. It would be impossible to tell you to guess.

If I looked next door with that feeling in mind, I spoke to Lord Tabor as Theon exhaled a deep sigh.

"So, what was the master doing lurking in here? My deputy chief ordered me to stop auditioning because I didn't have an ex-child to hurt me before work."

"Oh, there's something I need to ask you."

"What do you want to ask me?

As I penetrated my heart as to whether it was routine enough to be cleared of surprise raids from the ground by archery, Lord Tabor's aim seemed to be Zion, so I softly moved away from the two of them and took a short distance.

Predictably not as important as it might be because the numbers are small but enough for the mercenaries to start talking dignified in this place where they are going, it would just be rude to hear them up close. That's what I thought, but a few seconds later, I was saddened that my consideration was very sweet.

"Mm-hmm. When I asked Muske or Skola if I should tell him/her my birth, he/she asked me/her if I/she wanted to know. I came to ask."

"- What?"

- What?

The voices of my heart overlap with the words of Zion, which were zeroed in such a way as whether they had been poked in the void or not.

No, no, wait, wait. What a serious story we're about to have here. This dragon man. Yea, I shout in my chest, but the words of Lord Tabor do not stop. Even while I regret telling them I was going ahead and I should have left the place, the conversation between the two of them goes on.

"You want to know?

"... what?

I need information about your parents.

"You know what?

"Oh, I know. Everything about your father, everything about your mother, why you were dumped in the ghetto."

The conversation between the two breaks and silence falls between them, the last of those words told as they stare straight at Zion. And I realized that the area was finally wrapped in silence.

… for once, were you paying people and soundproofing?

Explore carefully and you will feel that skills are being used around here. But since when has that been done? I often don't think of it in a space where I can't hear anything but the breathing noise for the three of us, and I once again remember the height of the abilities of the species known as subhumans in my liver. Then glancing back at the two, Zion leaned out of confusion or leaned over, and Tabor stared at such a disciple.

As such, painful silence often surrounds the area.

"What do we do? Scion."

Breaking the silence, Lord Tabor asked Zion to make a decision.

The voice is gentle, but I can't allow the answer to be postponed, and I think about the days that we've both been through. I'm sure Lord Tabor has raised Zion without spoiling him. Strictly so that you can stand alone because you care about it.

- And Theon knows that better than anyone.

When we first met, he asked me about the mercenary regiment, and Zion seemed very proud to talk about the leader and the master.

Slowly raised his face as if to prove my thoughts like that, Theon stares back at Lord Tabor and tells him.

"My parents are masters, and this is where all the old snakes go home as a family."

"Right."

It was a short reply, but the voice of Lord Tabor seeped so palpable and joyful that even I could understand it, and Theon laughed happily at the reaction of such a raised parent.

"Oh."

"If you think so, that's the truth. I don't care what anyone tells me now, don't forget what I said."

"Of course."

Lord Tabor nodded deeply twice so that he could chew on Zion, who responded forcefully. And a word.

"Goodbye."

I left that out with a satisfying voice color and sunk out into the ground with a topun.

At the same time, ears are struck by the sound of tree leaves rubbing against each other and the footsteps of people travelling in and around the castle.

- Don't make me wait, young lady.

"No. It's okay."

In response to Zion's apology several times today, we walk out toward the castle again. If I stole a chill and looked to the side listening to the tricks and sounds of footsteps that sounded like stepping on the earth, I could see Scion walking with a neat face, his mouth somewhat loose.

"Master, you're good at dirt magic and you have all sorts of skills, so sometimes, yeah, you can dive into the ground and see if we can react to surprise attacks."

"It would strike too accidentally from the ground"

"That's right. By the way, when you pass over your master like that, it's a pit."

"... it's more of a prank of a bad nature than an ambush"

"Well."

He dives the door in a rough chat and enters the castle.

"Probably the first time a young man didn't fit in at first sight. Master, I was impressed."

"With that?

"With that. Because you're a dragon man, you seem to have a faint reaction."

"Really?"

If you look at Theon's face as you give it back, the eye and gaze of Ice Blue meet.

"Sumba's been caught so many times, you're gonna regret it."

Listening to Theon's voice that sounded so pleasant, I was somehow distracted by the colour of those eyes I had seen so many times before.

- Speaking of which, it was written that the eyes of the Duke's son, who served King Lowell, were also ice blue.

More chills than at the time of Lord Tabor's surprise run over that idea.

Not many ice blue eyes are more memorable though not uncommon.

And Lord Tabor, who for some reason has come at this time to announce his origins. His mouthful seemed to know more about Theon's parents. Maybe he was pretty close. Nonetheless, the meaning I've kept secret. If the same reason why Lord Muske and Lord Scola told him to let himself decide whether or not to know his origins, it is also believed that there are happier facts about the birth of Zion.

If it wasn't a coincidence that I was there, and if I made you listen intentionally.

If Lord Tabor's words, "No matter what anyone tells you," are meant for the battle to come.

I traced Zion's blood muscles. Probably ahead...

Think that far and I'll shake my head to dismiss the possibility that floated.

All there is is circumstantial evidence and there is no way to prove it, even if it was what you imagined. Ask Lord Tabor or Lord Muske and you'll see, but if Theon says you don't have to know, you won't even have to bother to look into it.

... Let's do something I didn't think I'd do.

That would be nicer to my stomach. Regardless, the suspicion that one of the three truth-knowing people was trying to make me realize as an insurance policy for what if should have happened is also in the corner of my mind.

"What's wrong? Young lady."

"No. I've tried to imagine Lord Sumva I regret, but it just didn't work out"

Suddenly he responds to Zion leaning his neck against me in silence, laughing loosely to delude him.

Keep this case at the edge of your memory just in case, but just enough not to pursue it deeply.

As I told myself so, I walked back to Lord Sumva's office with Zion.