Common Sense of a Warrior

He is led by the old butler as well as he goes, and goes on through the mansion.

"Oh... are you..."

Back home, we met a man with a thin line.

"Welcome home, Master Cordis. This is your husband's guest, Lomel Jive Almeria, and his entourage.... Lady Romel, this is Mr. Curtis' son, Mr. Cordis."

"Romel Jive Almeria......? Is that the famous Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Tasmeria?"

"I'll see you first, Lord Cordis. I'm Romel Gibb Almeria.... famous, is it? I'm asking, too. Lord Cordis is familiar with herbs."

To my cut back, Cordis laughs.

"You're a boulder, Lord Romel.... Do you have a moment?

"Yeah. Of course."

"Okay, come on in."

Guided by Cordis, he proceeded in a different direction from the direction of the reception room where Curtis and I met.

Along the way, he passed through a room lined with contemporary and thoughtful portraits.

Alf looks at the painting, adorned with luxurious foreheads.

Making it look like nothing, its fruit, seems to be moving your head more than usual trying to remember all the pictorial features.

I guess for him to always remember everything that goes into his eyes and everything that goes into his ears as one end of the 'information you may or may not need', he naturally can't ignore them that can only be seen on this occasion, etc.

It was a courtyard kind of place to cross indoors and arrive that way.

It wasn't like entertaining a seer like the gardener had put in place. It was more like planting one thing after another that was needed disorderly.

"It may not be something that can really entertain the eyes of our guests... but this is my pride garden"

"Well... is Lord Cordis in charge himself? That's amazing."

Take a closer look at the garden.

Second, I stopped my gaze at a certain point.

... Ahead is poisonous grass that blossoms beautifully but brings people to death in an instant.

If you look closely, there were many horrible poisonous grasses planted around it that looked like mere herbs if you didn't have enough knowledge of them, such as the confusing ones that resembled common edible grasses and the less famous ones.

"Really, you like it. The medicinal herbs.... I know very well that they are carefully grown.... but why are you giving this to me?

I take my gaze off the herbal garden and transfer it to Cordis.

"No, I'm just proud. My family won't even look at me... sooner or later, I want my family to know how wonderful this is."

"... is that referring to this herbal garden? Or yourself?

"That's right...... let's just say both"

Cordis smiled faintly.

For a moment in that grin, something cold runs on my back.

"Really... it is. But why are you so desperate for someone like me?

"Come on... why not? Because it seemed interesting, so why not? My heart still dances when I talk to someone whose head spins faster."

Loosely, with a soft voice, Cordis enters into conversation.

Judging by the way it looks and looks, I see it does seem to have a mild temper as reported in Alf's hands.

However, the content of the conversation and the atmosphere that was being given to it denied it.

He said he wasn't just a beautiful, sweet man.

"Sounds interesting, is it? Let me take that as a feeling that you have more courage than Lord Curtis. I pray you will recognize its usefulness as a medicinal herb. … Now, Lord Cordis. Please excuse me for my impending next appointment"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I stopped you. I look forward to another opportunity. … guide Lord Romel and his men well."

Break up with Cordis and once again the old butler will guide you to the exit.

"... hmm? Hey, those guys..."

I met a man near the entrance and exit, just like earlier.

He has a disappointing physique compared to Cordis and a sword on his lower back.

"This is Lord Romel Gibb Almeria, your husband's guest. Lady Romel, this is your husband's second son, Miles Sliger."

"Almeria... have you never heard of such a name?

For a moment, the old butler looked up.

My husband's son uttered insulting words about me being a guest and saying, "I don't know your family name or anything."

Besides, that's against those who hold the rank of Chancellor of a neighbouring country, so it's like Miles himself has exposed his own lack of study.

If this hadn't been in front of me, a calm old butler would normally have had his head as well.

"It's..."

"Yeah, good. Anyway, from what I've heard, I can never remember anything I'm not interested in. Guest, may I excuse you here?"

Miles cut the old butler's words along the way and just left the spot.

"I'm sorry, Master Romel"

To that disrespectful attitude, the servant old butler had also apologized to Romel.

"No, I don't particularly care. … guide, thank you"

I don't care about the truth...... I'd rather be allowed to observe him of equal standing as my reputation suggests, as much as I'd like to thank him.

The old butler gave me a lift to the entrance, still in a creepy atmosphere.

And we went back to the inn.