At the weekend, when Damien was meeting with his deputy, Curse was sweating at the dojo.
Steed can also enter the dojo, with more heat in the archery. It seems regrettable that I never exchanged words with Fernando.
That's where the use from the deputy appears. I guess when I visited my home, they told me it was this way.
"Lord Curse de Martin. Your deputy is here for you. Could you please come to the deputy office?
"Fine. Let's go right away. Now, Doctor, if you'll excuse me at this today. Steed, I'll see you later.
Curse did his own laundry and drying magic during the time he got out of the dojo, which just happened to clean him up. On top of that, I changed into my usual Southern Domizuchi outfit and showed it in an instant.
Not five seconds have passed from the center of the dojo to the entrance.
Curse doubted his ears when he heard that the Borderline Bo san was coming to apologize in a carriage on the road. I heard he was a prodigal son, but I was wondering if some places were surprisingly decent.
I finally got to the deputy office. Oh, boy, I wonder if there are three dumb men here. Six men aren't here?
When I was led to the reception room, there was a deputy inside, and a man with a similar vibe to the Four Idiots. Is this the third man?
"I'll see you first. I'm Damien de Frantier. I'm sorry this time it seems to have bothered you on my whim.
Oh? Whimsical? What the hell is that?
"It's Curse de Martin. What is a whim?
"Hear my brother Dimitri got hit like a good one. I just wanted to get it out. I didn't mean it. I wonder if you'll forgive me for coming so far and for sparing that one.
That's what he pointed out. There was Dimitri's head ahead. I see. Something old-fashioned.
"You want me to forgive you, don't you go to war? Is it okay if Uncle Borderline stays hit? The deputy seemed motivated.
"Don't be impotent. I brought my neck so I wouldn't, and I'm keeping my head down.
You're not lowering it. I don't mind.
"If you don't, that's fine. So, what do you want from me in the first place? If your deputy says you won't go to war, I think it's over.
That's where the deputy opens his mouth.
"I haven't finished falling for you and Miss Alexandrine. I can't do it. You should blow it.
I see. Are you worried about me?
"Then sweeten to your words.
The first one. As you may be asking, Soldane is supposed to buy a house in the territorial capital. Would you like me to replace 500 gold coins for the price there?
Second. That Uncle Borderline's blood ties will never bother me and Alexandrine again.
Third, I lend money. The day will come when even the capital will lend gold. Shall I get a permit in the name of Uncle Borderline? Give me something like this.
That's what I said. I'll show you the permits the deputy gave me.
"Fine. If you can forgive me for that, it's cheap.
"Then it's a promise. If you make a mistake earlier, your lid will no longer close. All right?"
"Oh, I get it. Agh.
"It's contract magic. You can't run anymore. [M] You should honestly execute it if you don't want to lose the light. The Knights of the Territorial Capital magic unit could probably disarm it.
"Huh. Here we go. I don't have any hands or feet. I will never be hostile. I'd rather be friends.
What the hell... suddenly I'm Frank. Well, I've seen it from the beginning sometimes. Is this who you really are?
"Hmm. Would you like a drink? In a guild.
I don't drink, though.
"That's good! There's a bunch of adventurers out there anyway, right? Luxury? Take me with you.
Seriously, are you gonna go?
"Dear deputy, are you okay? You're telling me this, right?
"I don't mind. I'm done for. After that, you should like it when you go home and die of wild drowsiness. Whoa, don't bother dying until you give this to Uncle Borderline. You can give it to someone in the Knights, though.
That's what the deputy shows the script. They have a Knights of the Territorial Capital outside the city. Well, that's not what I care about. I said a deputy would be nice, so let's take him to the guild. Awful eyes. Awful.
We're on foot to the guild. This guy, Damian, says he's twenty-four. The same three men for the difference in age made the story bounce. Why?
I got to the guild. You guys seem to be killing each other. We don't care about going to a joint tavern.
"What do you want to drink? I'm a child, so it's milksake.
"Then I'll make it milksabe too. Sometimes I think I'll go home to my children.
We had a toast with milksake and started drinking. There are no knobs. I was hungry, so I thought I'd ask you to cook, and Mr. Asteroid came.
"Omei won't have to come to the guild until such a day either. Wow. That's a rare combination. You fellow aristocrats?
"Good luck. This is Damian, the third son of Uncle Borderline. They want to luxury liquor for everyone here.
"None of them. He's Damien, the prodigal son. When you behave like a booze to the most powerful Kutanuto adventurer, you can go back to the capital with your chest up. Drink it.
"Why not!? Uncle Borderline's third son, huh? Didn't you come here to fight a war!? Ahem!?
"Come on. I'm here to apologize. Give the deputy his brother's neck. All you have to do is go home. It's easy. So, you can't drink my booze?
Don't be so provocative. Is this in nature, too?
"Don't lick me, okay? Uncle Neighborhood is a numbo! Fucking assholes! He said it was his luxury! Drink as much as you can!
Let's put it in a terrible light. I'm ashamed of my narrow-mindedness for thinking so much. But why would this happen? The banquet happened to start. I'd like a drink, too.
"There were three men in a basin like Omei. Or Uncle Neighborhood. - Oh, no."
"It's the union chief who's pathetic! I was motivated."
"What's the knight on the table doing? You're not gonna do it?
"Omei has a lot of magic, right? Are you a geisha?
"Oh, look at that? Damien's banquet magic. Let's see, shall we?
Damien abruptly used "Ice Wall" to place painting paper-sized ice on his desk. It's about ten centimeters thick. And "Windslaughter."
It's a magic that six men can use. What the hell...?
Keep using Wind Slash for five minutes. A sketch of Mr. Asteroid was carved into a canvas called the Ice Wall. What precision control......!
"Okay, it's done! There you go, colored man! Take it! We're gonna keep a close look until it melts, okay?
"Oh, wow..."
Mr. Asteroid is astonished.
There goes the wild next...
"Thirty percent cooler than the real thing."
"Is your nose that high?
"You've got your eyes full!
"I'm next!
"Don't be silly. You think you can keep that kind of magic? Next woman. What do you say?
"How about me?
Whoa! It's Mr. Eloise!
"Ho. It's a shame to be an adventurer. You're gonna be a billboard actress in a theater troupe in the Collar City!
"Well, you have eyes. The honest will live long.
"Okay! I'm gonna make you the greatest masterpiece ever!" Ice Wall. "Come on, honey! Take it off!"
Whoa! Are you kidding me?
Mr. Eloise didn't hesitate to take it off either!?
The bastards are so excited!
And the ice wall is huge! Are you an equal!?
"You guys! I forgive you for looking, but touch one finger! I'm going to eat up some crude stuff!
And Mr. Eloise lifts his long flax hair and poses in an inflammatory manner. It's amazing how brazen you are to expose yourself to nudity in front of all these men.
"Come on! ♪ Wind slaughter ♪
Then Mr. Eloise didn't move a single step. Damian also uses magic with all his heart. Wasn't it banquet art? Isn't that art...
Fifteen minutes later, there was a statue of Mr. Eloise who was just confused with the real thing.
Clear ice without bubbles is like crystal. I wish I hadn't melted forever...... No, I didn't! I'm sure what disappears is beautiful! It must be an expression of life and beauty. Don't do it, Damien.
"We'll do it. If I was a jerk, I'd have ripped your eyeballs out and slashed your hands off.
"What do you say? Uncle Borderline, don't lick it, okay?
After that, it became a fuss about drinking and singing. After all, banquets are fun things. Isn't this what adventurers are supposed to look like? Even though the sun hasn't set yet. I'd like to call Alec, too. Let's call it.