"First… let me apologize for all the disrespect I have previously worked for"

That said, Darryl bows his head. Rather than perseverance, the expression had a color of tension.

Perhaps you've heard that I'm the ambassador of the other world and that I treat King Melvin as a direct subordinate...

"Uh. Shall we sit down and talk first?"

But if I don't say so, I'm not going to be able to get on with the conversation.

It's quite different from the previous Darryl, so as a previous story I won't forgive, can't I even judge Darryl now if I don't ask him what happened?

As for what Daryl did, well... it was uncomfortable, but to that extent it stopped. If you're willing to apologize, there's nothing you can't forgive.

A servant brought tea when I sat across from Daryl. Tilting the teacup, he asks anticipating the servant leaving.

"... you've changed a lot. What kind of life has it been since I left here?

Dad said he was going to re-educate, but he didn't ask about the specifics.

"Father... Father told me to know the lives of the inhabitants first. Until winter, I helped open houses and work in fields."

I see you're still imposing about the tone. Well, that could be a minor problem there. But when it opened up.

"Cut down trees, dig back roots?

"If it's a thin tree, I helped. Carry the knocked down trees in fine slices, then turn them into firewood. Later, they remove stones from the land they make into fields, they plow, they sprinkle seedlings, they drain weeds, they exterminate insects... roughly, all the way to the harvest.... I don't think it was very helpful."

... I see. That's how you lose weight.

"It was tough... using the harvested wheat to bake bread and feed me. That was delicious."

Daryl is somewhere proud. I laughed happily. For Darryl... I may have enjoyed farming unexpectedly.

Indeed... I wonder if it is necessary to know what the people do if they are to be lords of the Earl Territory.

"But... the..."

Darryl swims his gaze hard to say, mouthcage.

"... what is it?

Encouraging ahead, Darryl still seems lost, but eventually says as he decides to.

"I... I had something to say to Theodore"

Daryl takes a deep breath, he says. The old shadow overlaps. It seemed somewhat reminiscent, and the face of the vegetables appeared on the table, not as nobility.

"I've been protected by my brother for a long time. The other guys listen to my brother, so I thought that was a good idea."

Right. Daryl was following Byron on foot. That's the impression. If you do anything against me, Byron is in charge and Darryl obeys. I was often in tune with Byron.

"But... You... I feel like I didn't really deal with you anywhere, even if I or my brother messed with you, and you're a little different from the rest of them. I don't know what to say."

Daryl picked a word and said.

"That's what I was envious of...... I... maybe I wanted strength, like you."

"It's..."

Strength like me?

That's not about me now, it's about me who can't do anything old...... is it?

... I used to hate myself for being helpless. So I couldn't believe I could use the magic and leave the house one day, I'd been reading magical books in my study.

That's because of your mother or Grace. Oh...... right. Indeed.

Kathleen, Byron and Darryl. It might have been a reason to hold back my motive to learn magic, but maybe it's not something that's at my root.

I'm sure I learned magic no matter what my relationship with the three of them was - and I would have left the house hoping to gain greater power one day.

"It's a buyout, it is. I'm just... I'm all over myself."

I don't care how Daryl received me. It's not that I wasn't dealing with him, it's just that I didn't have room to do that.

"But you're getting results now. I wasn't so surprised when your father told me that you were working as your majesty's direct minister. I thought it was over. When you can use magic and leave the house, you can't do anything without your brother, I don't like what I am. So... I think I was able to work hard on the field."

"Yeah, right."

"Yes."

Daryl laughs mocking herself.

"Well, I get the point."

"Oh no. I didn't want to talk about it. He's off the sidewalk, but he asked me to meet him for a different reason."

Daryl shakes the first time.

"Hmm?"

"Well... about your mother."

...... oh. Is that what you mean? I don't have to ask you to overlap words, then I know exactly what you mean.

"You helped my mother. So I really wanted to thank you."

Nod at the words and put your right hand out.

"I'll forget about the old days. Please be a good lord."

"... thanks"

After such an exchange, Daryl and I shook hands.

"Would you like to show your face to the banquet, too?

"Is that okay?

"Well... my father must have cared about me. I'm going to ask my father a few questions."

I don't think Darryl has any reason to refuse to go to the banquet because he put the old thing in the water.

"How was it?

Darryl means he's back in his room until he's called. When I headed over to my father in the next room, he asked me about Darryl's impression.

"It's pretty different from before, and I'm surprised"

Or - maybe it's just a little something, not a big change about the inside. Dad's response to Darryl. influence away from Kathleen or Byron. You think it's the way you see me?

"Perhaps Theo's influence was greater than my achievements."

"I've never been aware of that. Maybe it was my father who created the environment for it, and Daryl who continued."

I can't believe I just left home. It wouldn't be that big.

"I don't know. Maybe Darryl would have been a good fit."

If you mean you've learned about the lives of the inhabitants since I left, there must have been a time when Byron was farming with them... but he prefers good looking stuff. You hated it, that kind of thing.

If you're talking about Darryl, I guess it means that it worked the way my father targeted it.

Darryl and his wife are attending the banquet.

"You don't mind if Kathleen's with you?

"Even if I settle with him, he won't cancel the treatment he's been doing, will he? Then maybe you can have that kind of breath once in a while. Darryl hasn't seen his wife in a while."

When I say it, my father laughs like he's in a little trouble.

"Right...... right. If you have my presence, maybe you and I should go see Kathleen away... once in a while."

"Oh. Right. I'd like to make a few suggestions about this house and the way away."

"What is it?

"From now on, I suppose we'll thicken our security, but could you let me build hidden doors and underground passageways for contact, etc? Because I learned magic architecture."

Dad blinked his eyes. It feels like a doorway to the orphanage and an underground evacuation room.

Yeah. We'll send the alarm device demon props to Dad later, too. I think it will work well alongside increased security.

"Okay, Dad."

"Oh. Were we talking about staying at Lisa's house for the next two days?

The banquet is over and the steps are to resign from the Count's mansion... my father came to drop me off at the front door hall.

The banquet was a lot of excitement with Illumhilt doing the bounce. Kathleen and Darryl seemed happy at their first reunion in a long time.

"Yeah. I think maybe tomorrow I'm spending the day at the lake. It's scheduled to leave around noon the day after tomorrow, but about magical architecture, it will be gathered in the last day and gone in the morning."

Build an underground corridor that connects you to the Count's residence and away from it... even a shelter room and a hidden door with a key on the way down the aisle, and it will perform a variety of functions in conjunction with the alarm device.

"... is it something you can do that fast?

"Right. Just dig it out and consolidate it."

Decorating but not. If it's sturdy, it's a good substitute.

"I'm sorry for everything."

"No. Now, whenever you need something to talk to or run errands"

"It's bad that I'm out of the way even though I'm here to take a heat shelter with everyone because of this. I'll just drop you off before I leave."

Dad says with a bitter smile.

Hmm. Well, if that's the case. Let me relax with everyone tomorrow.