Continental Hero Senki

Doesn't seem like he had a veto. No. Will there be people in this world who can stubbornly reject people who say "hang out a bit" with their fists boggling? Even if I am, that's not me.

Because it's not like talking in my office, and it was the third reception room that brought me in. It's not a reception room next to the military inspector, His Highness Emilia's office, it's a little bit like a secret border. I feel a little lonely because I don't usually use it.

Well, but that's the Governor's Office of the Duke of Krakowski under heaven. The couch in the third reception room was also of decent material.

Me in the lower seat, Mr. Maya in the upper seat.

What will they say in fulfillment? No. I guess I just said what kind of sermon they'll give. I have a sense that I'm doing something terrible.

"Before we get down to business, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

"What?

"Not mine... what were you saying, lend me my Duke's apartment? He said it was confidential, but I think it's time for something to happen to me, the landlord."

Ah.

Yeah. Well, fine. After all, I found out it was just a mess. I'm not calling it classified, but you shouldn't mind talking to Mr. Maya. If it doesn't work, I'll apologize to His Highness Emilia later.

That's why Kakukakushikajika. I told Maya it depended.

"... it seems like your specialty is to find a strange way to solve a serious incident that I don't know about?

"Are you complimenting that?"

"Half."

With a slightly shuddered tone on his shoulder, Maya appreciated me so.

"If it's like an army or a ploy, that's fine. It's just that people's feelings aren't that refractory. People who are actually refracted are either pretty freaky or just have bad eyes"

"... that's a far-fetched way to say it to Mr. Maya"

"You like to say that, don't you?

"Does it depend on the time and circumstances? I'm pretty tired right now, you know."

I was supposed to just finish work and go home and go to bed. I'm pretty tired right now. And mentally, yes.

"I see. Well, it wouldn't be your fault about the crowded asylum family, but there'd still be a cause, would there? You can't possibly be as tired of a human being as your enemy royal family has been exiled."

How weird do you think I am, Mr. Maya? No, I do have other reasons...

Without being able to say it back, Maya glanced at her shoulder again in the way she said, "Oh, boy." I'm sorry you're a bad person, aren't you?

"Do I still have to use it..."

Huh? What? What did you just say?

All I have is a bad feeling about having to use it against me in silence. Truth confessor? Or torture? No, I don't want to die yet!

I don't know where Mr. Maya took it from if I thought so, but I've taken the bottle out.

Silesian distilled liquor (vodka), a strong bottle of liquor exceeding 40 alcohol.

"... No way, Maya, you're not trying to make me throw up with booze, are you?

"I'm very interested in the truth and what's in my stomach, which way to throw up first."

What a bad taste......

Mr. Maya put distilled liquor in a glass that looked expensive and offered it to me.

"Here you go."

"No, it's not 'go ahead'."

I can't drink much liquor. As far as I'm concerned, distilled liquor (vodka) is not about a high level of hurdles. It's like telling you to climb up Everest naked.

"From time immemorial, I say 'booze is a friend of mankind'. And friends listen to other people's troubles. You should rely on the power of alcohol, my friend."

"... I also have the right to choose my friends"

"Does the horse not fit?

"That's what it is."

"... well, then I won't force you. So I'll raise you up."

That's what Mr. Maya wants to take out, it was booze again. But he's a fruit mixer (liqueur) with a reduced degree to the limit, and I can drink even if I'm vulnerable to alcohol. I should have gotten this out of the beginning. Could that distillery be for Mr. Maya to drink?

Maya offered me a straight sip of the distilled liquor she offered me by adding a fruit-mixed liquor to an empty glass. It's called indirect kissing. I don't care about that.

"Drink for now."

"I'll have..."

When I drank it, I didn't taste that much alcohol. It's more liquor-flavored than alcohol, and it really lowers degrees to the limit.

For a while afterwards, time passes just to shut up and drink with Mr. Maya. I'm chicken and Maya is luxurious. But well, if you drink it, the more you have to be aware of it, the more you get drunk. That's where Mr. Maya finally opened his mouth.

"Well, we don't have much time, and let's get down to business"

"Time?"

"Oh, there's a guest waiting for you. I can still afford it, but it pisses me off if it's too long"

No. How many gubbies are you drinking to see your guests before that? I guess it's a decision that you're okay because it's about Mr. Maya. I don't know what's okay.

"It is indisputable that the real issue is. How you feel about those two."

"... I don't know what you're talking about"

"You don't have to hide it. I know that you, Lord Sarah and Lord Fine were stuck in the Krakow Commercial District. Where do you think you are? It's my father's territory, isn't it?

"I think Maya should become a special participant already..."

I think it will definitely become popular with the intelligence records of Maya Krakowska, a big titted and beautiful officer with the person who cows Krakow to his father. Bookmaking decisions.

"Don't worry about it. It just so happens this time."

It would really be nice if it happened.

"Well. Back to what you think of the two of us."

"... thinks he's a good best friend"

"Is that all?

"I also think of you as a comrade."

I'm not lying. This is serious.

Both Sarah and Fine are definitely friends with no changeover, and they think they're people they don't want to lose.

"Oh, boy. It doesn't look that way to me."

"Even if they say so, it's true."

"Is that right? Then why didn't you tell them about it?" I haven't seen you in love. But he thinks he's a good best friend ', don't you think this is a story that'll do it?

…………

Well, that, yeah, that's right.

"I wonder what you're shying away from, huh? Or are you afraid?

"Scared?"

"Yeah, it's my instinct, but I think you're scared, huh?

"What are you afraid of?"

"Easy. I'm thinking," If you choose one of them, you'll lose all your relationship with the other person. "Even if you're not aware of it, it's not in your mind."

"It's..."

...... no words came out of it earlier.

I don't feel that way, and I don't have as much weight as I can strongly say, but the main reason is because I'm generally up to the facts.

"I don't like to lose one, so I start to cloud my response to both. I guess I just said that. Wait for the two of you to cool down without choosing, and go back to your original sheath."

Mr. Maya punches the glass slightly hard on the table and goes on to say "but" as he pours a few glasses of distilled liquor that he doesn't know how many eyes.

"I have these words." The sword that has been pulled out is not bloodless and can be delivered to the original sheath, "he said. First of all, you've changed the situation from the two of us. Unless some result is obtained, this sword will never return to its sheath. Or really, maybe I can paint it on my blood."

"... that's probably poetic. Shouldn't you just move to a literary artist?

"Don't tear it up. I'm serious."

I'm sorry.

"Lord Sarah and Lord Fine pulled out their swords. If you put it in a realistic way, 'the two of you have communicated your thoughts'. You, the object of the sword, are obliged and responsible to produce some consequence for it."

"Is it a duty and a responsibility"

"Oh yeah. It's a duty and responsibility of sorts that you don't have to do anything else, but if you leave it, a human being pulling out his sword as it stands might start fighting... no, I guess he's already fighting. The first act of this is the annoyance of the commercial district."

…………

"I regret a little what I advised you a while back. I thought you made the situation easier because of me. So this is how I'm burning my blame right now"

Is that an alley? Would it be a story to say, "Both choosing is a nightmare for a woman, so stop it"? But I'm in favor of that. The point is, isn't it just cheating to choose both?

"Yuzef. Let's not talk about the hard stuff here. It's a man's dream, it's a woman's nightmare, and honesty tells us what dishonesty is, and we're not moving forward."

"No, but shouldn't we draw a line there after all? Whatever..."

"It's not what you said before." Flowers in both hands are a man's dream, "he said."

No, that's true, but it's a general theory, and I didn't say I'd do it.

"That kind of theory is good now. So is the case with the asylum families earlier, but not everything in the world is made up of reason and theory. Sometimes you only have to talk with emotion."

"... no, but, you know"

That's why I really don't think it's a good idea to push through important parts. But before saying that, Mr. Maya controlled it slightly more forcefully with her hands.

"I don't mind the objection, I'd like to hear your frankness. Yuzef seems to misunderstand, but the premise of this issue is not to talk about 'flowers in both hands are dishonest'." How Yuzef Waresa really feels. "

……

"Say it. Yuzef and I are the only ones on this scene. If it's hard to say, you can use the booze."

With that said, Mr. Maya has been offering his own glass of drinkable distilled liquor (vodka).

... Sure, emotions may matter, but when I say this, I think they'll definitely hate me. Instead of getting along, the friendship is going to end.

But I guess the female officer in front of you isn't convinced by that. I'm not gonna let you stop drinking until I tell you the truth. That's until I throw up gelo or truth.

Yeah, stay. I don't care anymore.

"Maya, can I offer you one condition?"

"What?

"... you can't leak this outside, can you? It's a state secret, isn't it? You can't just whisper like you did with Sarah, can you?

"Let us swear by His Highness Emilia and this distilled liquor (vodka) that we will not say"

Maya said so with a faint smile as she held up the liquor bottle.

... Well, I don't know how far I can trust you, but I took the word for it. Let's get this over with. Besides, I don't like spitting gello.

So determined, I wore a glass of distilled liquor (vodka) that Maya offered me.