Dream Life

Around 8pm on February 12th.

The dinner party at the Duke of Etherlington's house ended in a soothing atmosphere.

Though it's over, I'm not leaving as it is. These dinner parties are also a place for the exchange of information, and talks are held on the rental of the rooms of the Duke's mansion.

For that reason, we have a room available according to our identity, but we are staying with the Duke of Ezarrington family because we are the guest of honor.

My fathers are talking to the Duke, so I decided to talk to Steven, the duke's best man.

Steven is a young man with excellent forehead and blonde hair that hangs to his shoulders, and an intelligent feeling of storing a thin moustache in his blue eyes, much like his father, Lord Ezarrington.

However, the line feels even thinner than the Duke, who is also a samurai, always has a soft look on his face, and the word Grand Noble Sousuke immediately comes to mind.

It would be disregarding custom to speak from here because a person of original stature would nominate someone to talk to, but this time it had a purpose.

"Master Steven is said to be the secretary of the Chancellor?

"Oh, yeah, but"

I'm not giving you an uncomfortable look for talking to me.

"As you may have heard, I am thinking of a plan to make distilled liquor in the territory of His Excellency the Chancellor, Phyllobisher. The other day, I was in the blacksmith's guild, and Fink told me he couldn't send a blacksmith unless he admitted his enthusiasm for the Phyllobishers' liquor."

You can't see the story. "I know the story," he says, nodding small, encouraging ahead.

"So I was wondering if you could introduce me to the young clerk of the Firobischer family."

I still can't see the story, I seem to be slightly wary, and expressed my doubts before accepting.

"Why are you asking me to do this? Could Sir have asked your father or the Chancellor himself?

Naturally.

"Ask His Excellency the Chancellor or the Duke, and even a civilian will be nominated for a heavy town. I wish I was as gastronomic as His Royal Highness Viscount Radford, but for the first time, I thought it would be better for a young civilian who was motivated and able to have a good relationship with the Dwarves in the future."

"I see. I don't know if you think their life expectancy is about three times that of ours... is that the only reason?

That's what you're gonna say. You're gonna stare me in the eye. That was the eyesight that made me think of Lord Ezarrington as a man of honor.

"One of the reasons why I'd like you to meet with Mr. Steven and the Dwarves, if possible."

"You can't see the story. What am I gonna do when I see Dwarf?

The Duke is listening to us. You figured out what I was thinking. I was nodding small.

"The Duke of Ezarrington family will have an enhanced relationship with the Blacksmith Guild in the future. This is because Your Excellency is thinking about building a distillery, and furthermore, with the tremendous support of the blacksmiths of the Ezarrington branch. But His Excellency will be prime minister in the near future. This means that the future of the Ezarrington family will hang on Master Steven's shoulder. Relationships with the Blacksmith Alliance are (sensible) projects that require caution. So we thought we should meet them once."

I talked to the Duke's successor about the future policy of the Ezzarington family, although it is not something a low-status person like me should say.

If Lord Ezzarington is to be prime minister in the future, territorial management will be entrusted to him, the man, and to Uncle Rednap, the house of the Duke's house.

And the important thing is that the Duke has developed a good relationship with the Blacksmith Guild.

But my relationship with the Dwarves is nothing more than a personal friendship with Lord Alexis Ezarrington himself.

If he is a skilled incumbent, he will not use the power of the Blacksmith Guild openly, but if his young successor mistakes him for "following the Duke's house," the Dwarves undoubtedly discern the House of the Duke of Ezarrington.

The best way to prevent that is to know a species called Dwarf. That's why I wanted to bring him to the negotiating table with the Blacksmith Guild.

"I see. I don't know what you're gonna say, but... Rencia, you think it's okay if I go to the blacksmith's guild?

Talk to Laurencia.

"To be honest, it's difficult for your brother," he denies softly.

Steven laughs bitterly, but nods, "Right," because it means he's what he expected.

"But I think it's possible if you're with Sir Zacharias. I wouldn't miss this opportunity."

"That's right, brother," agrees Primrose.

"Then let's take that story. I was also interested in hearing about Lencia and the others. The Chancellor will have my permission. I won't think of it any time soon, but you can introduce me to someone who needs to talk to Master Jeremiah."

Jeremiah, Lord Feelobisher's son, is probably face-to-face because he is often in the Chancellery as Undersecretary of the Treasury.

To tell the truth, there's another reason I wanted Steven to introduce me to a young civilian.

That's what I question about the ability or qualities of the Duke of Phyllobisher's civilian family.

The Duke of Phyllobisher family is prestigious, but the territory has not developed very well.

It moisturizes there in the production of agricultural products because the land suitable for agriculture, south of Teito, is a territory. However, compared to the Duke of Ezarrington, who makes a lot of money from trading, and the Grand Duke of Langton, who moisturizes in agriculture and fisheries, there is only an economic size of less than a fraction.

Our Lord Duke Irving Feelobisher is credited with being a namesake prime minister, but there may be an atmosphere where territorial management is neglected because of his long standing position as prime minister, or where he shrinks to the duke and is unable to make bold reforms.

In any case, it could show a negative attitude towards the unprecedented distillery brewing.

When that happens, the Dwarves will not be convinced and distilled liquor will not be made in Phyllobisher.

He was concerned about it and wanted me to introduce him to someone who wasn't affected by the Chancellor as much as I could.

Attaching an acknowledgement from Steven, the Marquises of Seawell arrived.

"How was your wine tonight," said Marquis Seawell cheerfully.

"You are no match for Lord Clement. I certainly couldn't imagine that much wine. Nevertheless, I found a great wine."

"I'm still excited. Earlier wines will taste even better in the future. I can't wait to see how much it's going to be."

Lord Ezarrington smiles bitterly at the excited Marquis.

"I don't know how that feels, but you're impressed by Dwarf and Zacharias. I don't think I would have spoken that hot before."

Marquis Seawell laughs out loud at the words.

"Hahahaha! That could be true! Lord Alexis will understand if you try something for fifteen years. It's a level of how much booze exists."

"With that said, it was about half a dozen things apart, but is that what the real kamikaze is..."

"Yeah, that's not all. Zacharias tells us that if we review the production method, it could taste even better. It's something I didn't even think about two years ago. I think Lord Hubert had a good friend."

Surely if Hubert Raswell Borderline Uncle's daughter Rosalind and brother Rodrick hadn't married, I wouldn't have gotten the knowledge of Marquis Seawell. In that case, I would not have come across that wine, even though it improved the quality of Seawell wines.

"Thinking about it, it seems to me that the failures Jonas made are God's summons. Well, I'm sorry about that embarrassment again."

Jonas, the man, was drunk and told Beatrice that he was going to be given Seawell wine as an apology. Then I became intimate with the Seawell family, but the person of the day is behind the Marquis, his face bright red and leaning down.

"You poor thing to say that, Lord Clement. Lord Jonas is also reflecting."

Then we welcomed him for about an hour. Although I received greetings from the Count and Viscount families that would bring me to the Duke of Ezarrington's house, there was no story to highlight.

With the Duke himself, I guess the only purpose was to keep him face-to-face.

Around 9 p.m., he left Lord Etherlington's mansion behind.

Riding in the Rockhart family carriage, Liddy sighs loudly, saying, "I'm finally going to calm down". There was nothing tangled up, but it seemed to force tension because it kept getting noticed.

"Same goes for me," my father says, and my mother clouds her expression more blatantly, "It's depressing to think this will last every day."

Starting tomorrow, prom, park, and dinner parties for the elders and leading Marquis families are set to continue.

I'm depressed myself.

Because I am invited with my fathers and I have to attend almost everything.

Returning to Lord Seawell's mansion, Mel and the others were waiting.

"Good luck," Mel said, as did Sharon. "How was it?" He asks.

When I told her it was okay, Mel started talking about Luna.

"I told Master Zach I wanted him to eat, and he was baking the cake for fun. We helped a little, too, but it was like someone else."

"Right. It's a little late, but I think I'll show my face. Sharon, I'm sorry, but can you check with Angie or Elena if she's not asleep? If you're asleep, I'll do it tomorrow."

Sharon immediately went to Luna's room and came back.

"Apparently I fell asleep tired. Angie told me you were waiting for me with the cake like it mattered."

The next day, when Luna and I looked at each other, she handed me a box with a cake in it as she scuffed. And I've spoken in Japanese.

'This is the chocolate cake I made yesterday. I didn't know what to do with alcohol, so I tried to make it less sweet'

"It's a pound cake, isn't it? Then you prefer not to be sweet. I thought it would taste better if I put a little time into it."

'Yeah, I think it's moister to put it down for a day or so. I don't really remember...'

I said, "Thank you."

'Let's not use much Japanese. Because I can see it with weird eyes. Besides, it wouldn't feel very good to be spoken in a language that neither my father nor Mel know. Well, good when it's just the two of us.'

When I said that, I said yes and nodded.

(If this is all brighter, maybe I can teach you about this world, regardless of the training. You wouldn't have gotten a big education in that little village...)

I swore to my heart to make the most of my time with her.

That afternoon it was a ball and dinner at the Grand Duke of Langton.

There are many Imperial Army officials because of the leader of the Leopold prince faction.

For this reason, the ball was also heavier in military uniform and felt heavier than glamour.

Many nobles have spoken to us, too.

The Grand Duke of Langton and the Duke of Kendrew worked hard to get into the Leopold princess faction, but I get nothing from the fact that my father only replies that he will do everything in his power for the Empire.

I have heard from other attendees, but honestly I don't have a very good impression.

No one had been stabbed with a nail by the two leaders beforehand, or blatantly disgusted in front of them. But where there was no eye for it, many people came to blatantly dislike me for raising martial arts medals on the border.

"If you're undead enough to attack with a fool's memory, no matter how much you are, you're not scared enough."

"If you left a skirton opponent with no flying gear on the fence, the victory was like a promise. Really lucky."

and so on.

My father replies, "We think we were lucky," but he felt blasphemy towards the militia members who died in the war, and in his heart he felt angry.

I thought I'd try if I thought it was that easy myself, but I thought I wouldn't understand telling a noble general I'd never even been on the front line, and I was listening.

However, because she was bringing Beatrice in, she felt angry and threw up small "they're the only ones on the tip of their mouth," but in front of them she was making a big deal out of it.

What I found out about this one is that there are no decent people in the Prince Leopold faction.

I didn't think there would be as many masterpieces as Lord Ezarrington, but I thought there would be someone like his belly, Uncle Rednap or Viscount Radford, the belly of Marquis Seawell.

But there were no more noteworthy people than the Count. Maybe we had talent below the Viscount, but we barely had a conversation about whether we were more reluctant than the Count.

The following day, February 14th, was the ladder of the Garden Club of Lord Gabiston and Lord Ingolthrop.

Here, too, the work of the Crown Prince is carried out, but in the meantime, one nobleman is impressed.

The person is Marquis Judas Creswell. In my father's mid-thirties, I was not as good as a beautiful man, but I had something to make me think of as a senior nobleman in my posture and sophisticated tricks.

What impressed me more than appearance was my attitude toward us.

Other attendees had a noticeable attitude toward growth, but despite their status as marquis, they had pointed out our value accurately with a soft waist that did not make them feel biased.

"What is the Lockhart family the Viscount family? If I were an elder, I would advise His Majesty that I should be given more than a countenance."

In contrast, my father replies, "I am excessive even in Viscountry to a rise like mine".

"You have enough power to dictate the fate of the Empire, sir. Be careful because excessive modesty after finding out about it sounds disgusting. This is a joke, hahahaha!

Laughing, that's what I've been saying.

One of the Counts around says, "Isn't that overrated,"

"Really? He has influence over the Blacksmith Guild, the Mage Guild, the Northern Governor's Office, and the Kaum Kingdom. If there's anyone else out there, I'd like you to tell me.

The Count says, "Well, yes..." but he pulls back without being able to say anything more.

And against me too.

"I heard Lord Zacharias doesn't serve the Empire, but I think it's a shame."

I could not hide my surprise that the head of the Marquis had given his name to the second son of the Viscount. For that reason, only words came out after a beat.

"Excessive words, because I'm not a genius"

"If Sir is not talented, then there is no such thing as someone with talent in this world. As far as I'm concerned, I really want you to work for my Foreign Office."

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a diplomatic department belonging to the Chancellery, and the foreign secretary who hits the Secretary is Lord Gabiston. Marquis Creswell was supposed to be Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs, which means soliciting him there.

"Thank you for your excessive words to young people like me. However, we are still in training and would like to build up drills for a while now, so please forgive us."

"I don't have a choice. But I'm buying your talent. Well, many of these people have no eyes to see, but at least they think you should be given the status to just move the empire. Not only am I thinking about this, but I think I'm thinking about Lord Ezarrington."

That's what I said and left the scene behind.

This impression of the Creswell Marquis remains strong, so much so that I don't remember what I talked to Lord Ingolslop and others about.

That night, Steven Etherington contacted me that he wanted to meet the next morning.