Boundary Labyrinth and the Foreign Magician

Make an impromptu meal by the lake just around the corner from your mother's grave, cook and play music, and relax while you dine and drink tea with everyone.

Vinckle flew off to glide on the lake like that, bellystomach after meal, touching just a little bit of the water to raise altitude at once, and he seemed to have fun.

Lindblum also flies around the lake to accompany Vinckle. I have the impression that I'm playing, rather than being Vinckle's playmate, and I'm also escorting him.

There's a racial difference between a dragon and a flying dragon... Lindblum is that one, and he's pretty good at taking care of the Carbuncle and the others.

I also fly some light spheres off the shore of the lake to support the Vincles in their play. It's like chasing with a sphere of light, or changing the color of a light sphere to something bright and dark, and touching the light sphere of a bright color in turn.

Vinckle has just re-hatched and his wings are still small, but his ability to fly is medium because he also uses magic, and his movements are sometimes eye-catching.

As the magic shield is deployed and redirected, it can also be seen that it incorporates BFO-style aerial warfare technology. I get a glimpse of one scale as a last guardian. Let's say I look forward to all future growth.

"Mmm. I wonder if illusion makes it easier for you to act outside if you make it look like a flying dragon. He seems concerned not to make a scene."

"That might be a good idea. Because a flying dragon would certainly be less likely to make a scene."

Claudia grins and nods at my words. Claudia also seems to care about the trend because she has a lot to do with Vinckle.

The big difference in appearance between a dragon and a flying dragon would be whether or not there are separate forelegs besides the wings.

There are various differences if you look at the physical characteristics, the quality of scales, the amount of magic, etc., but if you are still in a small state, it seems easy to make it look like a flying dragon just by deluding you with illusion.

"Then you don't need magic tools. I'll tell Alfred when we get back to Termwilds."

And your grandfather says.

"Well then... thank you"

"Uhm."

Gratefully, your grandfather laughed calmly.

Perhaps a scarf is still desirable as an equipment. Because there are many advantages to being on the human side as a user demon or similar position simply by letting him wear uniform gear, and if he embroiders the crest or something, he can also be clear about the attitude of asylum as a nobleman.

And the magic stone will be planted, and Vinckle will carve out the necessary technique for each of them, such as illusion and Lavine's field for cooling.

As I spent time with everyone working out my ideas that way, eventually a carriage arrived to pick up my fathers from the Count's house.

"Hmm. Looks like it's time to get back to the mansion. There's a lot of preparation and staging."

And my father says. Right. Dinner is at my father's house. There's no way we and the seven elders aren't more welcoming as lords than we are visiting like this. Not to mention that I don't need to fake any more misconduct.

"Then I'll accompany you as a drop-off. I think it's better to tell the people that we're reconciling publicly."

If the atmosphere in the realm is heading in the right direction, then it is still a matter of time. Because I came on the Sirius, the inhabitants will understand that I have come to Count's territory. Daryl ran off to create a basement for reconciliation with the people, because there is.

That's why I take the carriage with my fathers to Count Gartner's house.

Take the carriage to the territory, through the gates of the mansion. And as I took to the entrance hall, Kathleen picked me up with the servants of the family order.

"Dear Theodore, We're out of time."

And I'm going to quietly bow my head.

"Your wife is no different."

Quietly return this one too. It's an easy exchange, but Kathleen's waist feels... softer at the root of what it is.

As for Kathleen, I have the impression that she has calmed down since the Elmer and the others' raids on Count territory. I haven't heard from my father or Darryl that anything went wrong after that, and I guess I can do a lot of good flow.

That's why I was watching... maybe Daryl worked for the residents as well. And now and again, I hope Byron's problem can be resolved in a satisfactory manner.

Don't throw out problems and work in the direction of solving them with guts. I'm sure that's Daryl's way of being the ideal lord.

"That, Lord Boundary. May I have a word with you?"

With that in mind, Daryl called out.

Head to the guest room, have a cup of tea with Daryl, and talk to her as she picks sugar sweets.

"Uh. Lord Darryl in a place like this...... that's tough, and can I just say a private place for boulders?

Saying so, Daryl grins and nods bitterly.

"Well, the story is... No, the story is... The inhabitants were a little worried that Theodore might still feel a little overwhelmed."

Daryl has said that with a slightly more conscious change of tone.

"Oh. You mean that. That's okay, I'm fine. I'm going to understand quite a few of those residents' finesse... and you're just like Darryl told you how it usually is, right?

"Yeah. I told him I felt it as an impression there."

As for Darryl, he's worried about both me and the people.

I would be uncomfortable if the majority changed their attitude immediately because they reconciled with each other.

When it comes to raising the city and thoughtfully celebrating marriage and welcoming visitors, he said that with that background, there could be a reluctance from the residents.

Sure, it's not the end of the line if you don't hesitate to make me uncomfortable the other way around, and I feel like Darryl reads a lot more deeply and worries about it.

"Hmm, right. I wonder if I should stroll around town and show my face before I go back to my mother's house. Because we don't get to see each other very often, there seems to be a part of me that suddenly thinks it's white or something."

"Yeah."

"But I'm glad Daryl's worried, but maybe it's okay. I think the next time we get here, all we need is a chance to look at each other."

Laughing small and answering, Daryl rounded her eyes a little and then said:

"Theodore... you've changed a lot about how you laugh."

"Ah. Well... maybe that's because there was a lot going on too"

Speaking of that "various" content is... embarrassing, so let's not. Supported by everyone, here I am, what a boulder I can't tell you in the face.

If that's what you mean by changing your impression from Daryl I haven't seen in a long time, that's what I think. Just like you think I've changed since I saw Kathleen... from Daryl, I guess I look different too.

So before returning to my mother's house, I decided to take a short stroll back through Count Gartner's territory. The crowd was slightly smaller in the time period when it was time to set the sun... but the residents came to pay their respects the moment they noticed me.

I laugh small without saying anything either, nodding and responding. The inhabitants... looked a little surprised at my reaction and once again, they bowed their heads deeply.

It would be courageous for the residents because of differences in position and so on.

So I won't say anything extra either. Darryl tells me you're trying to move on with regret for past events. If you need any kind of reaction from me, I think that's enough.

And apologies and blessings, I received them all.

"Look, it was okay"

When I tell Darryl, who came out of the mansion in a way that accompanies my walk, Darryl nods in relief and opens his mouth.

"There was a lot going on, but thanks to Theodore, I was able to settle into my mother's present form. I'm grateful to Theodore. I'll do my best about the realm and my brother. So...... thanks"

I snorted quietly at Daryl's words like that.