Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

"Dear Georg, I am so sorry, could you please extend the due date?

It was the next day when Georg and the others wanted to have an early dinner at the inn where they were staying.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions...... First of all, why do you think we're here?

Ask as Georg wipes his mouth with a handkerchief he just bought today.

"It means that our Chamber of Commerce has many ears and eyes."

"I see you can't do evil in this city. That means you're weak."

"No way, I won't do that. But as a merchant, you have to be sensitive to market research and residents' rumors and behavior."

"... well. Was it an extension of the deadline? What the hell happened?

"It seems that… the people of the Halmites who heard about this gathering of subhumans brought the story from the church in this city to the lord that this is not going to happen… that, it seems, is exploring our trends…"

"Ho."

Hermitism. They refer to the Beastman as a sin born of mistakes between man and animal, and proclaim (occasionally) the elves and dwarves as inferior species that have damaged their becoming human beings, all the culprits (for the record, when it comes to dragnill, which combines the characteristics of two species that, like the Beastman, say man and dragon, they believe that the dragon is not born between man and dragon, but that it is transforming itself into man. Even a saint who was once a man of his time didn't have the nerve to turn Dragnil against his enemies). Unexpectedly, Georg's eyes narrowed.

"We need to move carefully over time to keep things calm and from being exposed to Master Georg..."

"... how long will it take"

"At least a month......"

"Don't talk to me..."

I can't afford to keep it that long. Plus, that's more likely to interfere directly with them if you take the time. Such useless risks must be avoided. But to solve this problem promptly, we need to clean up the church or the lord, just one of them. But it's also true that I don't want to cause useless noise either. When that happens, it is the quickest way to negotiate through direct pressure. Fortunately, Georg does not hesitate to use it if his very existence is sufficient pressure to serve his purpose. The question is which one to negotiate with.

"... shitty religious. What is out of the question... lord? Right, you know the lord of this city?

"?... Yep, we have made several deals"

"Name and personality in detail, please. And the environment surrounding him."

When Georg says that much, Ed also seems to have somehow guessed, answering the question.

"The lord of this city calls his name Raymond Krewell Grefenberg. He is a man of excellence to the point of depositing this Nidea, who has been given the title of Uncle Crewell by the Kingdom and will be an important supply base in the battle against the Empire. There is a barn zone in the south of the city, where management is also entrusted. Personality is a word of no difficulty, I extremely dislike risk. You would be right to say that this one case also shows a unified cooperation to avoid a deterioration in relations with the Church with strong influence. I'm good at distressing myself from being held accountable for anything."

"I mean, a good conservationist, a better civilian than lined up," you said.

"Yes, finally, I wouldn't hate to be wrapped up in something long. It can be harsh on those who do themselves a disservice, but on the contrary, you won't be reluctant to bow your knees and offer yourself to someone you can't resist, no matter how you stand up."

"As long as it's done, can you even detect the finesse around it?"

"Yeah, I never say it's cold to the weak, but I don't have the mood to go against the strong without darkness. Shall I call it manipulation? As a civilian only, you'd be competent as a regular trader."

"Hmm...... to sum up, if you interfere with it through stronger pressures than the church, you could easily break your knee, on the contrary, and in some cases be cooperative, right?

Ed nodded forcefully as Georg cut it out with a fairly direct expression, which he had already fully guessed.

"Well, if it's the royal family, the duke, the heavy towns of the state, or even the church fears and reveres dragnill, then so be it."

Yes, I gave it back with a meaningful grin.

"As long as it's done, it's not the right person to meet."

"Yeah, so you'd give in easily, just in case you could hang pressure on that kind of presence,"

"Right... By the way, does the Lords' Hall fit in the biggest building in the south of the city?

"Yes, finally, at this hour you'll probably be there. Lords don't like eating out when they feel small and can't satisfy their poisonous taste."

"Well, there you are."

"I'll be there."

The two unwittingly blowing people, Ferris next to them, decided early on that he couldn't keep up with the story and kept eating silently.

"Ed."

"Yes."

"Do everything as planned, I won't allow an extension of the due date at this stage"

"Accepted"

"Ferris."

"Huh?" (with food in mouth)

"Free up for a while, rest in your room first"

"Mm-hmm... ha, okay. Come back soon."

"Oh, yeah, it won't take long. Well, then, Ed, I reminded you of the emergency, so I'm headed that way. I'm gonna need you to take care of the product, okay?

"Ok, then I'll do it too"

Similar expressions appear on the faces of the two men who take their seats and head outside.

"........................... you look bad"

That dialogue, whimpered by Ferris, who was left alone, was scratched off by the blurring of guests for dinner, which gradually began to increase.