Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

The Duke of Solister is one of the four Grand Dukes to be brought to the royal family of the Solister Magic Kingdom.

It is four houses: the [Solister family], a royal lineage that inherits the magic of the treasure of fire, headed by the royal family; the [Libyant family], which inherits the magic of the treasure of the wind; the [Amartya family], which inherits the magic of the treasure of the earth.

But this treasure magic is hard to use anyway. Just because I inherited treasure magic never meant I could use it.

It has been a long time since the Four Dukes made a leap to improve each one, and as a result have become useless except for the Solister family's treasure magic [Drag Inferno Distribution].

The problem is that the cause in the first place was misperception of magic characters, and I didn't realize it and got my hands on improvements, but the recent discovery of how to decipher magic characters has led the three families to burn their willingness to revive treasure magic once again.

However, such circumstances did not flow to the city well, and a decree was laid, including the royal family, for the purpose of restraining foreign countries.

Powerful magic was only giving other countries the perception of dangerous magic without being informed of the truth, because merely saying it existed would lead to the deterrence of war, and in fact the Solister family's treasure magic was safe.

Now, why did we start with the story of the Four Dukes and Treasure Magic at the beginning -.

"Zveit...... treasure magic magic guiding ceremony, it's so troublesome"

"Soukis...... You, why are you even in my room to improve the magic ceremony? Besides, your treasure magic is a state secret for once. I don't know if I can show it to another house."

"Fine. If you don't improve it so that it can be used, you don't know what the northern powers will serve. The situation in that country has been unstable lately."

"If you want an opinion, make it cloisas. I'm on your side."

"It stinks, and when I go to Cloisas, they just ask me about my savings after a long time, and no, it's a waste of time."

"Ha... Well, you certainly can't deny it"

Soukis Ver Libiant.

He is the family of the four Grand Dukes, the son of the Duke of Libyant, and the young man who was promised the next Duke.

He is an extremely popular figure for some aristocrats and a certain number of people because of his mild character, childish words and behavior, and his younger appearance than he looks.

Mostly he said, "Seriously, man?... No, I don't care if it's a man, 'or' Are you sure you're a man? No, maybe a man's daughter... 'or' sootan, adorable ~! hahaha... 'but his business is deep where he doesn't intend to be.

He has a neutral appearance, but wearing makeup even in a dress makes him look like a girl. I care a lot about him.

He sticks with Zveit because he doesn't say anything about appearance, from one of the few friends who can say what he thinks without getting tired. Sometimes he's more nostalgic than his ex.

If you were a man, it would be something that would make you feel worse if you saw the same sex dye your cheeks and turn away over and over again. It's a simple thing to snort.

He was a hard worker in another sense of the word.

"You must have come to the nightclub in the name of the House of the Duke of Libyant at first. It's time to get dressed."

"Fine, let's butch. Even if we're not here, we can talk on our own, and we'll leave the trouble to others."

"I don't know about you, are you unconscious as the next principals? Even if it's not what the Duke's people call a line. Besides, we're hosting this one. I have to get out, too."

"I don't like it when women smell like perfume. When I go to a place full of perfume odors, I feel really nauseous. I'll be late for my period."

"You don't have periods for men! Sure, I don't like the smell of perfume either, but I gave up..."

Zveit also understands what Soukis is trying to say.

A night club is a banquet place for nobles smaller than a dinner party, and the banquet of this hand is held as a nobleman as a place for gathering information, exchanging opinions, or as a place for secret talks.

At the same time, it is also a role to strengthen the connection between young people and the next trail, as well as a wedding venue to find someone to marry.

This time it is hosted by the Duke of Solister, and Zveit is in a position to attend as the next principals. The more painful it is to want to open up, the more I can understand.

But you must also fulfil your duties as a nobleman in your position.

"Then let's butch. Escape, boycott is fine."

"Oh well! What are you trying to set me up as an accomplice? Come on, get dressed."

"Buh, I hate etiquette costumes because they are so hard. Ha... I don't like them."

"I'm not complaining about bumps, so get ready! I don't have time for this. The maids are scared, too."

"Zvate isn't accommodating either, is he? You could be lighter."

"What do you think the duty of nobility is? You're not in a position to complain more than you grew up in taxes. It'll be our only business tonight anyway, but be patient."

"Ha, next time I'm born again, I'd like the general public. I don't mean to be noble."

Uncondescending and complaining, Soukis begins to change into a liturgical garment hungered on the hanger.

But there he stumbled under the couch and discovered the impossible in the men's room.

"Zveit."

"What the fuck?"

"This, what?

"What, say!?

In Soukis' hands were underwear for women made of light green fabric - so-called shorts, or substitutes called puffiness.

Perhaps sometime after the escort Anz broke into the room and guarded him while creating underwear on this spot for a while, he just forgot one and walked away.

You were working next to the couch, or you probably walked right under it when you cleaned it up.

'No, Anz seemed to sleep somewhat this morning. Were you working as an escort without sleeping?

Even though he is a child at his age, he falls asleep without complaining about his loyalty to his duties.

Some mistakes would be respectful.

However, having women's underwear in a man's room on a different issue raises certain doubts about the Lord of the room.

"Zveit...... Are you also a woman dresser?

"There's no way!!

"So you stole it? No, but from this quality, it's got to be quite a price, right? Could it be from your wife's room... No, ma'am, no way, severe mazacon!?

"No! Definitely not, why did you come up with the idea of stealing your mother's underwear! One of the escorts makes and sells what's in his hand. Probably after breaking into my room when I was a night guard, I was making that one up for my leisure time while I was waiting. I think I cleared it up somewhat, but I just forgot one thing."

"That excuse, isn't it painful?

"I ask the other way around, what image do you have of me now?

"... on your face, you're not wearing... aren't you? Head? Or... No way, you're not wearing it!?

"What kind of eyes do you always have on me?

Friends who don't hesitate to say what they want to say are difficult, but Zveit sometimes doesn't know about Soukis.

Because he is always confused about what should be said, and because it is difficult to grasp how far he is serious.

It is not a mistake to say that there is no back table, but of the nobility - which is also seen as a trace of the Duke's house, his actions only seem a little silly.

The future is anxious.

"... Attach! Fooooooooooooo!"

"Why did you wear it?" Pervert, you ha!!

Tsvate hit the fool in the face with the puffiness on his face as he wished.

As for complaining to Anz later, for now, we have to shut up idiots trying to buy time badly in front of us and head for the floor, which is a hasty dressing venue.

Because I get my father's Delsassis cage even if I'm just late.

In the end, Soukis kept scratching his feet for a long time as he was dressed, and when he headed to the venue, his father Delsassis' greeting was over.

Needless to say, Delsassis' eyes were terribly chilling and Soukis was trembling with fear for a lack of courtesy he didn't even want.

No one can disobey the most powerful and fierce of the present dukes.

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Celebrations such as nightclubs and parties held by nobles take place about several times a year. It is also held twice a year in Wangdu.

It is of course primarily the Duke, Marquis and Count level nobles who exchange information with the lower nobles of the neighborhood, but it is as I mentioned earlier that it is a meeting place of marriage with the newly aristocrats and fringe with the sons and courtiers to be traced.

To be honest, it is such a waste of taxes as these events, and yes, it is not like it can be opened again and again. Those with titles such as Viscounts and Barons will be a good number if quasi are included, and few of them are aristocrats who end their lives without ever attending these feasts.

Old patterned aristocrats tend to value tradition, and the face of the aristocrats attending the feast never changes. There are even those who consider it their duty to host these feasts.

But it was a torment in hell for those who were unfamiliar with old clichés and customs.

And right now, in the middle of a standing meal. Many nobles enjoyed the conversation, or spoke up to connect the edges, or had secrets in separate rooms, etc.

"... I wonder why I can't do it clerically. I can't stand it anymore."

"No, well... maybe that's fine if it's about the situation on the border or rumours about other countries, but some nobles want their opinion. It's basically a vertical society."

"If you were to ask me upstairs and act, I might not make it in time. I don't think there's any need to see other nobles face to face in an emergency."

"You're saying the most, but you're just tired."

"Per"

Zveit is dividing himself from duty, so he was prepared for some mental fatigue, but Soukis got tired of it in just ten minutes after starting the night club.

Then he keeps whining about his stupidity for about an hour, and now he can do it as a trail for the Duke's house, and Zveit also gets worried about the future of Soukis.

He was not comfortable with being patient.

"It's Master Zveit...

"Should I call you from here? But to be honest, I don't like Master Zveit..."

"I hope Master Kreussus is here, but I'm sorry you're not here today."

"Dear Soukis, you're always cute to see"

"Can't you take it home?

………

The ladies don't come near Tuvate for some reason.

You may also speak to a degree of greeting, but otherwise a woman escapes from around you.

Well, I've always had Buddha tops at these venues, so it can be one of the reasons that Zveit can be avoided, but the person at the time didn't realize it at all.

It is popular from women to Soukis, but he doesn't like the smell of perfume in the first place, so he never approaches women from himself.

That also leads to the reason why being childish becomes popular again, so in a sense the trace of this next Duke's house was two people located opposite the pole.

"Aren't Zveit going around saying hello? You said you wanted her before. I was a little bit like you then."

"No, I had a little situation then too..."

"I honestly didn't want to be greedy..."

"... don't say"

Previously, when I attended a standing dinner party hosted by the Libyants, I was under the influence of the blood magic of brainwashing by my contemporaneous student Bremite, making me a pretty good-looking character.

I also saw Soukis at that time...

"Zvate, what happened before I saw you for awhile!? Did you eat anything bad?

"Soukis, I've decided to live true to my desires. The world is full of women, women and women! '

"Are you so hungry for women!?

Thousands of women can use any hand. Harlem's a man's dream, isn't it?... With that said, you, if you look closely, look at the pretty girl face, right?

"Hey, someone get a doctor!! Zvate is broken!!

- What a commotion.

Even now, Tsvate had made a black history of the blush.

"At that time, I was a little brainwashed by magic..."

"Brainwashing is not important!?

"One of the killers is still missing. If I find him, I'll tear him apart..."

The culprit Bremite is missing.

From time to time I remember it was you, Zveit, trembling with shame and anger.

His gripping fist was still trembling with anger, and Soukis had a little sympathy for the killer.

But the truth is that Bremites have already been captured by the hands of the Solisters and forced to do the work behind them.

You did harm to the Duke's house, so you won't be exposed to the sun again.

Even though it's what my parents did, the victim, Zveit, doesn't know that fact. His trauma was truly pitiful without ever clearing up.

"Ha ha!! Long time no see, Creston. Didn't we shrink even more than we did when we met before?

"Soak it up! Aren't you the one who's even more bloated with muscle? Your body will just get heavy with extra muscles. They're just inhibiting the movement of the body."

This night club, where neighboring nobles gather, naturally, the Viscount Elwell family will also come.

But there was an old sagas figure there for some reason.

"Sagas Master!? No, I know the Viscount Elwell family is coming here, but you're a complete outsider now. Why are you here!?

"Zveit, who?

"He's a leader in tactical magic guidance research. The man who preached the usefulness of a specialty demon mentor in action, but said the demon mentors at the time were pressured and kicked out. Well, maybe he was just fine because he didn't fit the opposite either. He's also my esteemed man."

"Heh... well, I don't care"

Soukis is also a family of magicians. I was very indifferent to things I wasn't interested in.

Creston and Sagas, who are friends and rivals, rough noses and arguing about those two. Even like this, they're close.

For the record, Sargas was basically indifferent to things he wasn't interested in, always thinking of the various tactics used in history he remembered, and thinking of the warfare to be put into it by the Apostle capable of melee combat.

I was supposed to be called a daylight light and disgraceful because that appearance always seemed frightening, but I don't care for him.

He is a man who pierces his will everywhere.

"- That's just not enough way to work out. As long as you build up your muscles well, such as speed, it doesn't matter later. With the aid of magic, you're invincible."

"I don't agree with you about working out a magician so he can fight besides magic, but Gatchmunch and other things are too much! As always, your Lord doesn't know where you're going"

"Whatever it is, it's the strongest. Aren't you shrinking because you don't work out? Where did that once handsome gesture disappear?

"Leave me alone! Then why is the Lord here?" Aristocrats gathering and so on are not suitable for sex. I thought you said it was a waste of time. "

"What, I'm just here with my goddaughter. Otherwise, who would come to a perfume-smelling place like this?"

To this one word of Sargas, 'Ah, I think I fit in with that grandpa,' Soukis heartily agrees. Apart from that, Zveit reacted to the word 'godchild' and searched unconsciously for the figure.

The person was surprisingly close, whether some intent worked or just a coincidence in a prank of fate.

It takes the form of just staring at each other by Zveit and his person.

The person was the Viscount Christine de Elwell Orderly.

"" Ah... "

A second staring laser beam, including today.

For some reason, we both couldn't move without saying anything, with the palpitations and embarrassment that came by accident. There is an out-of-season hurricane between us named Love.

Soukis, who doesn't know that, looks at Zveit with a strange look.

"Zvate, why are you staring so hard?

…………

Are you listening to me?

…………

"... Huh. Hey, can I come and dictate that kid?

"Huh!? You, all of a sudden, you say something about cancer!

"Oh, I reacted. Hmm, I see..."

Soukis understood the approximation in Zvate's attitude.

Approaching Christine in a light foothold, she said, 'Nice to meet you. My name is Soukis Ver Libyant. Excuse me, but I need you to tell me your name. Because my friend is at that rate' and so on.

"What? Ah... Me, no. My name is Christine de Elwell. It will be the Viscount Principal who will be subordinate to the Duke of Solister…"

"Heh, is the girl the main one? That's unusual, that's a knight too."

"Yes..."

All of a sudden, Christine, voiced and tempered by the trail of the four Dukes' house.

Seeing how she was like that, careless but Zveit adored it.

"Oh, and your usual one-person name is me, right? Hey, you're gonna wear it with me."

"Shh, excuse me. I grew up with a lot of men, so I'm oblivious to the feeling that I'm a woman."

"Yeah, yeah. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's easier. By the way, what kind of relationship do you have with Zveit? You're quite a delicacy to nail that fruit muzzled zvate while you usually keep the hardies in mind, huh!?

"... who's a muzzle!

You give me an extra little bit, you get your back of the head smacked as little as you want by Zvate, and you're a sore, teary-eyed Soukis.

Zveit, who assaulted him like that from behind, was so grumpy.

"Hih, that's terrible... I thought I said hello directly because Zveit was rigid and wouldn't introduce her. Why do I have to be beaten up?

"If I didn't put in an extra word, I wouldn't hit you either. Sorry, Christine...... This idiot suddenly annoyed me."

"Yes, no...... Well, you two are close."

"I'm depressed sometimes."

"Uh-huh!? Me and Tsvate aren't best friends - that's not a terrible way to treat them!?

I'm not unfriendly, but Soukis is, in a way, similar to my brother Cloisas.

Faithful everywhere without interest, he is a troublemaker who occasionally wields those around him. After getting to know him like that, Zveit has a history of somehow getting hurt all by himself.

Doing something was unsolicited, but Kreussus was better off causing noise where he didn't know it, as long as Zveit was damaged.

Well, instead of that Kreussus causing any real harm to Zveit either, it's causing a lot of trouble around...

"Because you frequently cause problems, they tell you not to take your eyes off other Dukes' houses. Why would I have to replace the guardian?

"I don't know. Besides, I've never bothered anyone else. Don't treat me like Cloisas."

"Are you serious? No, I'm sure you're somewhat better off, but you're just acting like you're doing a lot of damage.

"Yeah? To the extent that I'm out in the open trying out improved magic, or I don't have a companion and I'm buying material from a city material store with a bump?

"You're doing it! You suddenly disappear, so you're annoyed around! At least speak a word before you go out."

"I don't know, I don't ask, I don't know! I won't lose my freedom!

Yes. Soukis ran too far anyway.

Immediate action when you think of it. Even though it is a trace of the Duke's house, flying out to the city without an escort puts the servants and squire of the mansion in trouble.

It's something that suddenly moves into action without any foretaste, so it's unpredictable to anyone.

And he was highly concealed in vain.

"When I go to your territory, for some reason, you're going to be the shark I'm looking for... Kristin, be careful. If he misses you, he'll have a hard time like me."

"haha......"

"You find me like that in one shot, Zveit. This is, yes, love!

"I would say something disgusting in my true face!!

With a dignified, masculine look, Tsveit punches again with emotional impulses at the soukis of love and such.

For once, it's a public place, so I'm relieved, but still beautiful boy "?: The eyes of accusation against Zveit for beating him are harsh. Especially sharp eyes of male aristocrats.

And some rotten courtiers stood ears like some flying elephant.

"I want to hug you, Zveit"

"... shut the fuck up"

"Hmm, fine. Zveit, who said that, had to wander the venue lonely. I don't know if you're gonna wet your pillow with tears because you're lonely without me."

"So don't say something disgusting!!

Soukis left the venue in prick and anger.

But here Zveit realizes his intentions.

"Shit!? Oh, that bastard... he used me to get away with it! Definitely willing to skip!!

"What? Um... Master Soukis is from the Duke's house, right? Is it okay to do that!?

"There's no way. Probably because the dance is withheld after the dinner party, he tried to escape as soon as possible to get away from all the stupid bastards. And improvise."

"Why are you running away from other men? Master Soukis..."

"Oh, it's a man. But for some reason, I'm hot on men, too. Many times before, both bastards have invited me to dance, and each time they cry at me. You must have stepped on the same thing this time and made an excuse to leave this place early."

"That's amazing. If you're smart enough to drive like that, you can become a military teacher."

Soukis is certainly a good driver.

But it's only for his own crisis, and he's usually self-absorbed everywhere to the extent that he has some good sense.

It is normal for Soukis to escape from the unpleasant, and his duties and responsibilities as a nobleman are only burdensome. Speaking with dignity, he was making the men under his command cry.

This is the main part of the next term, so the ahead is considerate.

"My dad won't kill me later..."

"The Duke of Delsassis is going to be tough around here."

"It's always me who gets the hang of it. Probably going to get away with this night club until it's over"

"... Dear Zveit"

Christine felt something sad on Zveit's back.

Delsassis also leaves the soukis routine to Zveit, which is terribly tough on escaping from these aristocratic duties. Somehow they make it a joint responsibility.

In Zveit's explanation, Christine understood his grief. It has been confirmed here that he will be scolded.

He seemed to bear a pitiful fate that was too serious and painstaking.

"I'm sorry about that. I showed you the ugly part."

"Yes, no...... but you're really close. You have a friend. No, as far as I'm concerned, I'm a little jealous..."

"Well, that's not bad. Sometimes I want to cut the edge with him... Why don't you just talk to me in the usual tone? I can't help but wonder."

"That's not how it works. More importantly, are you sure you don't want to look for Master Soukis? I, no, I'll help you, too."

"My father is scared too, but I can't leave this place in a position. At first, it's the organizers' side. I can't leave this to your grandfather."

"Ah, speaking of which, the teacher and I just..."

"... ah!?

Zveit remembers. The argument between Sargas and Creston...

The two rush to look for their master and grandfather and look around the venue.

There was no sign of the Crestons at the venue, and when I hurried out into the corridor, the guests' nobles were unnaturally gathered in front of the door to the courtyard.

Probably developed into a bee battle.

"Yep, shrinking made it quicker! Move a little and sink quietly into your fist!!

"It doesn't work for Non, such as the Fist of Power!! It doesn't make sense if you hit a blunt attack or something. Eat!!"

"Ha ha ha! Such an attack is pointless in front of a muscle that has been forged. Waste, waste, waste!!

………

The two bodies are in the middle of a fight in the courtyard.

Sounds like you have no heart or a little fun.

"Weren't you two friends with each other?

"You're like a fighting friend. I heard you talking, but seriously, you don't care where you are. You boob the fight... More than that, don't yell so loud that you can hear it so far ~"

Creston and Sargas are rivals at the same time that they are best friends with each other.

If they meet, they always develop into arguments at first, and they start fighting everywhere. Zveit had also heard this story to the extent of rumors, but I didn't think it was true.

Moreover, it is insane, such as starting a fight in a venue where a large number of nobles gather, without the possibility that their common sense is entrenched among the nobles.

In fact, the aristocrats who could afford the nostalgia had already begun betting. I can see the maid I saw somewhere inside the torso dividing the bet.

"Dear Creston, what a light step at that age. The Wizard of Purgatory is still alive and sound."

"Lord Sagas, there is more and more clarity in the flesh. Really successful."

"Exactly, sometimes they just call me the Wizard of Destruction. If you take that blow, it won't be free."

"No, no, that move by Master Creston is a threat, too. Dancing like a butterfly, stabbing like a bee, that's it. Oh!? Is that Dempsey Roll?!?

"But not as powerful as Lord Sagas in a single blow"

"Is that why you keep punching in your fists in a row? But Lord Sagas is tougher than he looks."

"Ooh, oh, the flying knee kick hits Lord Sagas in the jaw directly!

"You're lying, why are you safe when you're under arr... Is Lord Sargas really a human being!?

"Didn't they tell you that, Jen, the daylight lamp?

"Lord Sargas has often thought about training and tactics to practice magic, and because his appearance seems frightening, such rumors arose. He's a very belligerent and dangerous man."

After the feast, the ball was withheld, but before that, the militant party was staged.

They are both magicians, but without any use of magic, using only the physical language to fully speak to each other. Besides, we seem to have high fighting tech for nothing with each other.

The more breathtaking the guests' nobles, the hotter battles between the two can't help but notice the dramatic changes in development. It was just a good battle not to be missed for a second.

"My lord... I wonder if you are just as noble. You'll see what others have to say."

"Doctor... why did you start fighting in the Duke's mansion... If you do bad, you'll crush us."

"No, neither my father nor your grandfather will destroy your home to that extent. Rather amused, he said, 'Fine. Do as you wish not to leave the cause behind."

"That broad will is the opposite for me."

The more Christine's manicured one-person name reverted, the harder the generosity of the Duke of Solister's house was. It rather hurts.

Mind too, but......

"Noooo!? Master Creston's kick and Lord Sagas's punch cross..."

"No way, this is..."

"He said it's a cross counter of kicks and fists. Ooh!?

"I saw something nice."

The festival of fights by the two old men continued for some time afterwards.

In the shadow of it, none of the nobles in the venue knows, such as the fact that one Marquis, entrusted with the role of moderator, cried in tears.

"Fuhahahahahaha, my body is finally warming up wow. It's the real deal from here!!

"Heh heh heh, you can try as many times as you want. Your assault, your muscles, it all starts again. Wow! And he'll give you your guidance."

"Let it get wet! If you can do it, let me try it!

"You're superior, you can't drink spit you throw up! Let him die. Hey!

Thus, the dance that was in the program was cancelled and the Duchess-sponsored battle match was extended.

Needless to say, my godson and grandson have their heads behind it.