"Dear Theodore, This is my brother Norman-Broderick. Norman. This one is Dear Theodor-Gartner. His Majesty's immediate minister, the ambassador of the other world."

"This is this"

When Malcolm introduces him to each other, Norman approaches him making sure to spread his hands with a grin.

"My name is Norman-Broderick. I'm from the Marquis Broderick family. See you later."

And give a big praise for the play.

"It's Theodore Gartner."

"When I say Gartner... are you from the Count's house?

"Count Henry is my father. I'm not a bastard, I'm a bastard."

Answering that, Norman only turned off his grin for a moment and moved his eyebrows. But you remind me of the king's direct minister, and I laugh again with affection.

"I see, did I? Actually, I'm here to deliver an invitation to the Imperial Castle."

Norman invites his own squire, who was nearby, and he receives an envelope from that squire and gives it to me.

"A banquet seat will be set up at the Marquis house at a later date. It would be an honor to have Theodore here."

Wow...... I really have a headache passing Malcolm's expectations.

"… I will read your invitation before responding"

"Yeah, we're going to do it big time, so be sure."

Reply without difficulty. Invite me or something... From this reaction, you don't seem to have heard the Marquis sign me up for debt and say no. It may be natural not to let my son hear the story of the bastard of the House of Lower Aristocrats saying no from the Marquis Broderick.

... From the story of my father, who is putting exploration into Marquis territory, he says the territory is still not very busy. Farmland development has not been successful, and we are talking about mines remaining low-key.

Malcolm hands around his stomach when he clouds his expression. Is there any damage to my stomach again? Maybe it would have been a little better if it had been for me or Malcolm.

"Oh, brother. You don't look so good."

"... there's nothing wrong with that. Get medicine that works well."

"Oh, I see."

Norman laughed at the words with his nose. Norman and the Marquis, I suppose. Norman doesn't even think it's bad, he's got a thin grin.

Norman's laugh at Malcolm is very different from the loving laugh at me. I am delighted with my brother's illness.... No, or don't feel slightly different.

Yeah. Okay. The fact that my second son came all the way here to deliver the banquet invitation...... I wondered what it was for, but I mean around to say hello?

Perhaps you intend to announce on the banquet table that you will cede the governor to Norman. There will be implications of showing your face as the next Marquis owner, and the aim may be to get the biggest players to sit in line as much as possible by coming to deliver invitations themselves in order to do something about the face of the invitees who are just small grains.

This attitude toward Malcolm is something I'm sure of. Instead of surpassing his father's steeple, he confirmed the governor's inheritance?

"... and it's unusual to have a feast seat at this time of year. Was there something to congratulate you on?

When I asked, Norman had a happy look on his face.

"That's right. a new doorstep day for the Marquis, do you say,"

Norman says as he lays eyes on Malcolm. A mocking laugh at the mouth.

After all, it's about the housekeeper. And the lightness of this thoughtful mouth. In short... Norman can't help but be proud of his brother.

A flair such as withdrawing an appointment from his father and being caught off guard at the summit. You think you won against your brother.

Do you want to keep a little exploration here? If it's a conspiracy, I'm pretty sure we should move early.

Send Malcolm a glance for just a moment, then talk to Norman.

"... I see. I didn't know Sir Norman would deliver his own invitation to the royal castle. It's going to be a big seat."

"Let's see. I am sure that you will be satisfied with Theodore, who is revealed in His Majesty's direct ministry."

"I'm afraid you can lift it that far, but I'm not that big of a deal. It's a new position in the Labyrinth, so it's close to an honorary position."

In fact, I don't really show my face to the Royal Palace, and I don't have much authority outside my own defense.

I will reveal it so that I can be humble, and I will say to you implicitly that there is no great reward for being close to you because you are a direct minister, that you cannot live up to your expectations.

"No, no. A new position at that young age is quite a feat, isn't it?

"What do you think? I'm glad you appreciate it, but I don't know much about it in the Royal Palace these days because I've been doing a lot of things in the workshop and doing those tests in the labyrinth."

"Oh, is that what happened? I thought you were young."

Norman was convinced, he just nodded.

Apparently, the alertness has dropped somewhat. Norman was in the region. It was shallow to come to Termwilds and he should have been chased by his father's post-processing. And he's laying low about the reality of the exotic ambassador and the demon killer.

"More than that, the Marquis is the one who seems to have a good wingspan. That's quite a thing. The Marquis' mansion is also known as a social place. By the way - speaking of Marquis Broderick, the mine was famous."

"Huh? Ah, oh. That's right. This mine is proud of its ancestors."

Norman's eyes swam for a moment and said that. This reaction. There's still something going on.

"Really? The Marquis' mansion seemed to come busy all winter long, and it must be earning a fortune."

"Ha. Yes, it is. Agricultural land management has been on track lately. The future of the Marquis family is" Antai. "

And Norman said. Malcolm is circling his eyes at the flow of the story. I didn't intend to explore from the reaction... but I didn't expect Norman to say anything so clear.

Right...... Can't Norman show weakness in front of Malcolm, now at this time? Whatever the truth is, we have no choice but to pretend we can afford it on this occasion than to let us win even though we haven't had results yet.

Because the Marquis also lays his own shame on Norman... Norman doesn't expect me to be suspicious of being able to set a banquet seat.

Also...... what to say.

Malcolm is somewhat bright on Marquis territory circumstances. I certainly don't know the current reality because I can't let you get involved right now. But I know the mine is low-key. As a good reason for the Marquis to have wings, I must argue that farmland development is well under way in front of my brother, even in form alone.

Otherwise... from Malcolm himself, who was suspicious, because there could be a story attached to his succession.

Needless to say, if Norman doesn't have a dark spot behind him, it's not a problem-free conversation right now. That's why it would have been fatal not to be able to hide the wolf.

"Oh, Theodore."

- And. There it appeared... King Melvin with the knight of the escort.

"This is your majesty"

Me and Malcolm take the courtesy of their subordinates, and Norman takes the courtesy a moment late. Cold sweat on Norman's forehead. Where can I afford to go earlier?

"Good. Easy. I took a walk in the garden when I was in the mood, but I heard Theodore was waiting at the hotel for a visit. The weather was nice, so I extended my legs a little bit."

And King Melvin smiles at me like a prank.

Yeah. We were getting reports that Norman was visiting the Royal Castle to deliver an invitation.

Does King Melvin say that people are bad too? It's possible you've been listening to the current story nearby. The present appearance is just too well timed.

"Were you the son of the Marquis Broderick?

"No, my name is Norman-Broderick"

"Hmm. I heard a little bit about them earlier. Sounds like farmland development's going well, huh? The transition from the mine seems to be progressing without delay, and the rest will be delighted."

"... let's see, it depends on what you're doing best"

Norman says in a voice like a reversal - but with the words of King Melvin that followed, he completely lost color.

"I guess so. Finally - I want to give you an estimate of the future harvest. You don't mind sending an official to inspect Marquis Broderick?