Frontier Lord Starts Out With a Population of 0

The next day.

Being set to open in the morning, I managed to snuff out of Eldan-sponsored "Study Group on Dukes and Nobles for the New Duke"...... When I finally became free after noon, I kept staring at the example envelope I had placed on the floor, sitting in Yurt's usual place, and bothering my head with what kind of family name the whole thing should be.

The study group taught the nobleman this and found out that family names are not the only names my family names, but are also very important names in the territories I manage.

Assuming my family name is' yurt ', this area will be called yurt territory, and this meadow will also be called yurt meadow in the form of being pulled by the name yurt territory... Apparently.

Besides, the right to name a new family name is not so easy to obtain, and some family names have continued to be taken over without change since the founding of the kingdom... they need to give it an unhindered name even if it's going to be used for centuries like that.

As a family name in my family, it deserves to be a place name in this area and is unobstructed to use......

I can't even think of such a big name... why don't you just give this envelope to someone and let that person think about it? And thinking about that,

"Whoa, I'll get in the way."

And that's what Uncle Ben comes into the yurt.

Uncle Ben, who lowered his back in a way opposite me, takes the example envelope and calls out as he pulls the paper inside.

"It's a new family name, I've been thinking about it for Noon.

I talked to Arner, Senay and Aihan, and I've decided, so I'm not complaining. "

Uncle Ben takes the pen and ink kettle out of his nostalgia as he says that.

That's how I panicked at Uncle Ben trying to write down the family name and dots I thought about on the paper, and I get on with myself and return the words as I grabbed my uncle's arm disappointingly and stopped him.

"Hey, give me a minute!?

At least tell me what kind of family name it is before you write... "

"So I told you not to use a word you were afraid of against Non?

Already a fine adult, and besides, you're the Duke, don't be afraid. "

You cared more about my language than you cared about being grabbed by my arm, thinking about it to your uncle who said so with a sinister face, wishing I had kept all that harsh as a child and not said such impotence now... what an unpleasant smile you read in my heart keeps saying.

"Well good. I'll tell you what you want.

"Mair Badal"... this is what I thought of you and Mr. Arner and the rest of you, the new family name that you deserve in this land. "

Release your uncle's arm and I, who was living in the right place, will return the words as I lean my neck against those words of my uncle.

"... Mair Badal?

What is Maire about that Maire?

What the hell does the word badal mean...?

"Mr. Arner said Badal is an old word for brave men and brave men, and that's what he meant.

If you connect with Mair Badal, it means "Mair's Guardian" or "Mair's Guardian."

As for the non, I wanted to use words that contained such meanings as' guardian knight 'or' saint knight '... well, this isn't a bad idea.

Diaz Mair Badal...... just the right length and sounds good. You're not complaining, either, are you?

"I don't know what to complain about...

Why did you want to use that word as a family name, even if I asked why?

When I say that, my uncle, who has a blatantly sinister face, says, "I'm not sure, you are," he mutters small, and then starts talking about why.

"A family name, or the first thing you have to think about when deciding on a place name here, is a neighbor living in the same land, rather than about ourselves... a ghost tribe.

From now on, if you want to think about friendship and harmony with ghosts, it's still a matter of time.

If the name "Warrior Protecting Maire" meadow would be acceptable to you as a ghost tribe, and you shouldn't feel bad.

Anyway, Maire is the backbone of their lives. I have also confirmed this point with Mr Arner, so there is no mistake.

Netzroth... it would be better than to be told in old Kingdoms what a 'unnecessary' meadow is. "

My uncle continues to talk to me without any concern, surprised by the exact meaning of being put into the word nettless and unable to say anything with his big mouth open.

"So, the next thing I need to think about is the future of this realm... if you're going to sell Mair cloth as a specialty in the future, it's my family name, you don't have a hand in not using it, do you?

Mair Badal is a specialty of Mair Badal territory sold by Lord Mair Badal! How easy it is to understand.

With this envelope, if what it is, I should offer His Majesty around a handkerchief of mair cloth.

We'll talk about it, and when you sell it, you'll sell it to fly. "

With that said, your uncle smiles nasty... more nasty than he did earlier.

I have a bad feeling about the unspoken nostalgia on that smile, and I return the words as I stare at my uncle.

"... Uncle Ben.

Is there going to be some other idea, or is there some other idea?

Your uncle's face now... it's a nostalgic smile he used to make when he was thinking something wrong. "

Taking that word of mine, he said, "Ha, well, you'll notice," and laughed small, his uncle slapped his knee in the van, then gave him a hard serious look... slowly opening his mouth.

"Don't worry, I'm not thinking as bad as they say it's a plan.

... will still be ahead of us for the time being, but I'm thinking of building a splendid temple somewhere around it when the time comes...

That's all I'm saying. "

With that said, your uncle returns a straight and sincere eye to my suspicious eye.

Since his arrival here, my uncle has been out every day buying counsellors from all the villages, who are talking to the dogs and grandmothers.

Advice and sermons created by your uncle from his life experience, anecdotes passed on to the temple, and even if you use the stories well, have become so popular that you have a very good reputation and a waiting line in order... sooner or later, it was expected that your uncle would want something like a temple to deserve that.

I don't mind that, or I don't have a problem with that... but what the hell does it mean to have a family name involved in that?

... and when you put that idea into words, your uncle returns the words with a serious look in his sincere eyes.

"Sora, before you, it will be decided because you worship Mair in that temple.

I wonder if Sangee Bunny, the example, is what the gods give us, according to the story?

I'm pretty sure that's the real thing because of the potency, and it was the verbal Maire who gave it to you.

... which would mean that Mair is the use of God.

Dear Saint Dia could not leave to future generations what God looked like and what God's use looked like... but he came here to know one end of it.

It's extremely natural to worship Mair in a temple built on the land where the Mair God wants to use, and it would be natural for the Lord of that land to engrave the name of God's use into his family name - "

Uncle's eyes and expression are serious everywhere...... apparently he speaks those words with sanity seriousness.

"- Well, that being said, we're still ahead of us to build a temple.

It's been a long time since this village grew big enough to be called a city and you got the right amount of power.

Until then, well, I'm going to do everyone's consultancy... and try my best to be the fine lord this family name deserves. "

And, saying that, your uncle laughs niggly when he sees me stunned, putting the pen on the ink kettle slightly that he kept in his hand, running the pen all at once without opening between them.

That's how your uncle, who wrote 'Diaz Mair Badal' on paper to notify you of his family name, nods satisfactorily and then rises and goes straight out of the yurt.

I was to be left alone in the yurt for a while, and then... I took that paper and stared at the letters written there,

"Whatever the hell the story is about consecrating Maire to the temple... well, I guess the meaning and sound of this family name isn't bad..."

And whine to yourself like that.

So I stood up with the envelope in my hand... and I finally realized that I hadn't taught him how to seal the wax, and to teach him how to seal the wax, he left the yurt and turned his foot under the Eldans.