Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World – the Apostle of the Gods Who Know No Self-Restraint

--Cain is 14 years old.

The town of Dorintl has a public population that is increasing due to the development of the city at a glance. The building rush continued, and the construction workers were impressed with the livability, and many people moved with their families. But there are cities that increase and cities that decrease. Drintl was cutting taxes to increase population. Basically, Cain's private property, which is not going to be luxurious, already had a huge fortune in earning as an adventurer and money transferred from the Sarakhan firm. It is inevitable that migrants will stay behind after hearing the rumor of Drintor from a city where the tax system is heavier than the public. If the population of the city decreases, tax revenues will decrease, even from the lord. The lord sends a message to the senior noble to which they belong.

"If the population declines further, the city will no longer be able to tax the country."

Corsino sits in the center, grunts and thinks.

"That hated Silford ... I wish I had been crushed by Drintl ..."

Nobles of the Marquis Corsino faction gather at the mansion and the declining lord begs Marquis Corsino. Marquis Corsino also wanted to help her faction, but fines for repeated blunders, and rebuilding and private property were considerably reduced. The underprivileged trafficking gains were also hurt by the collapse of the firm.

"Somehow to the dead ... no, nothing."

It was Marquis Corsino's unexpected words, but she stopped. And came up.

"I guess ... wait a little, Lord. I'll think for you." "Thank you."

As the nobles of the faction leave, Corzino smiles with her elbows on the table.

"It was almost time for an" are ". In that case, it would not be noticeable ...

Marquis Corsino mutters in a room alone.

“Yes, here.” “I sometimes ask the Lord.

He told what Corsino was thinking.

"..."

The black shadow has disappeared, leaving the word behind.

"... this will settle down, wait, Cain von Silford!"

In the office where only one remained, Marquis Corsino muttered.

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"Eh, are you an escort ...?"

Cain asked a question to the king sitting in front of him in the Royal Reception room.

"Um, you've heard that the Royal Academy's S-Class goes to the Irish Republic every year to visit the name of training. Basically, the sons of the royal family and the Duke do not go, because it would be a problem if anything happened, but ... there would be a call to Teres, and this year there is also a princess of Vaisus. I'll put it on, but don't worry, but with the Lord you'll be able to get through a bit of the storm. "

Cain had heard about that in class. The Republic of Ilstin is made up of a conglomeration of various towns, which are governed by the consultation of the lords of each town. She was told by a teacher that she would spread her insights by interacting with students from other countries.

"Well, it's the same going to go ... If it's dangerous on the road, go ahead and use transfer magic--" "-Lord, transfer magic is a magic that is said to be legendary. It's visible that each country is blaming our country for using it. "

If there is a royal family, if you are wondering whether to attach a knight to the escort, the knight is basically prohibited from moving to another country. Crossing the border is the same as launching a war, explains Prime Minister Magna, who is present.

"And then ... try out Teres because we aren't there? Cain, you know?" "Cain-kun, silk too? Honestly, after another year, we're officially married I don't mind actually doing it, but for now? "

The King and Duke of Eric are reminded.

"There is no such thing!"

Cain immediately denies. One year has passed, and both of them have certainly changed from beautiful girls to feminine. Cain thinks of them in his mind, immediately shakes his head and erases it from his brain.

"I didn't mean I was going to go. But ... I wouldn't help saying that if I didn't let me go, I wouldn't stop talking .... And Princess Riltana was going to go. ...... It can't be stopped. "

Cain smiles bitterly at the king who explains weakly.

"I see. I'm going as a student, but I'm also taking care of the escort.

Cain gave her hope and the King nodded happily.

"That would be fine. Magna, ask for arrangements."

"And Cain. I think I know ... but this time I'm going to another country.

Cain nodded, smiling in spite of the king's words.

"It's already fourteen. I'm really aware of the common sense." "That's good, but ... if the Lord gets serious ..., no, let's stop talking about that."

Cain who has finished talking returns to the mansion and explains the situation to Koran.

"Are you left? ... I will go to the Princess and the Princess ..."

It takes about two weeks by chariot from the Kingdom of Esfort to reach the capital of the Republic of Ilstein. It travels from the royal capital through several towns and villages, crossing the border point, which is about a week away, and another week away from within the Republic. We had to make some preparations. Magic bag Foodstuffs are stored as prepared by the kingdom, supervised by the teacher, and a certain number of escorts. This is because if there is anything in S-class students at the Royal Academy, which is said to be the highest peak in Japan, the kingdom will suffer a great loss. Cain consulted with Koran and asked the Sarachan firm to order what she thought was necessary.

Being alone in the creative production room, Cain creates other things that seem to be convenient for traveling. The size that can be created is inside the room, and what does not fit in the room is the backyard. Cain created something that came to mind.

――What you can't imagine in this world….

Yes, the word "self weight" from the king had already disappeared from Cain's memory.

And the days passed so quickly that the day for the Republic of Ilstein came.