Ashes and Kingdoms

When more than a year passed since the Finns came back to Nanice.

Though people with various functions were gathered, everyone worked vigorously, and at last the functions of the town were starting to move smoothly, there were still days when people were reminded of the shortage of manpower and supplies on something.

Dear Dragon Marquis, Finn is finally getting a decent desk.

"... that"

Unfortunately, that was a badly rattled substitute. Apparently it was one of the merchandise that the Govarias ship had loaded on, and it looked like it was a defect of a clean one.

For a moment, Finn tried to see if he could do enough to stabilise and write letters temporarily. The round desk we all used when we were in the orphanage was badly tilted, so it was used while trying to get old cloth and pieces of wood to bite on the legs or devise a positioning for some people to keep them from rattling.

"Hmmm... whoa... no"

After considering this for a while, I gave up saying that it was not going to work, and Finn put his arms together. Look indoors and look for anything that might make your legs bite you. but there is nothing hateful and proper. What caught my eye instead was a knife that I often used for chores.

"Hmm."

Make sure the desk clatters again. Apparently, the bottom surface of one leg is only slightly diagonal and for that matter is longer than the other three. Wouldn't it be quicker if I scraped and flattened it?

Thinking that way, Finn got to work.

After a while.

"Shit. Too sharpened."

Finn fell on his way in front of a desk that had become unnecessarily unstable. I'm so corrupt about flattening the bottom, I neglected to check the length.

It would be safe to pinch something under a shortened bottle. If I scrape the other three poorly and become more and more inconsistent, my desk gets lower and lower as it is in the old dash.

I wish I had a piece of wood just the right size.

With that in mind, Finn went outside.

"Idiot or you."

The woodworker who heard the story raised an inexcusable grunt. He seemed like he was being made a heartfelt fool of, so Finn couldn't even smile bitterly and tilted his little neck with a punch in his eyes. Would I have done something wrong? I did make a bit of a mistake, but I don't think it's as good as being called an idiot. If I had done well, I wouldn't have had to come in the way of my job by now.

"I'm sorry, I'm bothering you"

"No, that's what I'm talking about."

"Huh?"

"I don't know... Dear Dragon Hou, I'm a woodworker. As much as I can fix my desk stick, if you just say so, I can adjust it right away. But it's my job to do that. It bothered me. It's not like I'm in the way."

"Ha. But it's not what I ordered here."

"Naturally! If I made it, I wouldn't sell it to Dragon Marquis!

They pissed me off. I'm not sure if they're being respected or not.

Craftsman shook his head at Finn, who stood up with a puzzled face.

"Well anyway, if there's nobody else out there, there's a proper woodworker here, so don't do anything bad with amateurs. Each one of them has a specialty job, which is best left to the one who can. Although it was good because I only had to have one leg a little shorter..."

The craftsman sighs, "What if I break it?" Finn also noticed the fall when told and nodded with a true face.

"Right, it was frivolous. Even though that desk was bought with the town's money as an executive desk, I can't believe it fails to do the right thing with a sense of personal belongings"

…………

To Dragon Hou, who was seriously reflecting, the woodworker had already silently put together his work tools and prepared to head to the city hall.

That happened, a while later.

Finn, who was writing at a firm and stable desk, was inadvertently depressed with his hair falling off. I haven't cut a single decent one since that time I escaped Nanais, so it's pretty long. I'm usually used to it and don't care, but I couldn't help but get in the way once I noticed it.

"It's time to hang up..."

I can't concentrate, and I pinch my forehead and spill it. So I remembered that, speaking of which, there was one here as well. Remove the bamboo from the desk drawer and head to the corner of the room. It was partitioned by a clash in time, and there was a mirror that mirrored the entire face with a slender tool so that it could be made familiar by bending.

That's why.

"Brother Finn...... is that you?

Nellis, who has been visiting me on a whim, flickers strangely. From across the collision: "Is that Nellis?" She turned to you relieved.

"Oh, my God, there he is. That's unusual, your brother... yah!! What are you doing!!

With a tremendous scream, Finn looks back only rarely in one hand.

"Whatever, my hair's depressing, I'm gonna cut it."

"Don't be impotent about cutting yourself! What weird forehead!! I mean, did you cut it to the back!? I'm not an idiot, no, I'm an idiot. I'm already an unsaveable idiot!!

Even Finn, who has been so mercilessly and relentlessly denigrated, is accustomed to gossip, hurts. But even on that face, like a throwaway dog struck by rain, Nellis grabbed Finn's hand, trying to drag him and walked out.

"How can you try to cut yourself to the point where you can't see it!? You failed at your desk even before, why don't you ask people to do it!

"I was just going to cut my forehead a little bit. It's not enough to ask people, and it's not public property this time..."

While being taken, Finn attempts to defend himself once and for all. But of course, it was immediately rejected.

"What are you talking about, Dragon Hou looks like public property!!

I'm a domestic contact, so it's natural to get familiar, it's not just my problem, generally your brother always makes up his own mind about anything...

Nellis' sermon goes back to the past and continues indefinitely. When I arrived at the barbershop, Finn was relieved that he was sincerely helpful, but the barber who saw the hair began to hear me moan again.

Exactly, since then, the troubled Dragon Marquis, who has a habit of cleaning up anything herself, is also talking about a slight change of deed...

(Final)