Tips, tricks, tricks… The sound of going down the stairs leading to the underground prison in the castle makes a wooden spirit.
The underground prison I'm headed to is a special underground prison for high-ranking people.
Ol' and Toluo's had been pushed in here before.
I greet the gatekeeper of the underground prison and proceed inside.
Standing in front of the purposeful chamber, he speaks to them who were behind him.
"It's this barn. Check through the peek window there."
Two envoys from the great Meltia are urged, each to confirm.
Steel doors.
There is a small window with an iron lattice at the top of it. From there the two of them are peeking inside.
"... it does sound like the two of us we've been looking for. The ring... looks more like a woman wearing a finger."
Currently, I was guiding two of Mertier's emissaries, the great country, to the hut that captured Snow's parents.
I tell them beforehand that the two are my own wife's parents, step-parents.
Because of all the flashy moves around the city, you'll find out that fact as soon as you look. If you hide poorly here, you just distrust them.
By capturing my stepparents and saying I put them in a cell, they were half-hearted at first. But if you peek inside, Snow's parents were definitely put in the shack with their hands, shackles on their feet, and antimagic collars on their necks sealed with magic.
The ring doesn't try to give it away with Mother Snow, Aryl making a fist with a stitch in her finger.
"The resistance was intense when I tried to force it to take away. I'll never give it to you."
I turn to the messenger and excuse myself for a sigh of relief.
The two nodding swords lowering envoys extend their arms to the pattern in a meaningful way.
"Then you can chop off every arm and collect it. What, now you can't run or hide. You'll be able to collect it in less than three minutes."
A messenger with a sword tries to enter the chamber.
I stopped him.
"Wait a minute. I don't want you to take it personally."
I get a glance of criticism from the two of them.
They don't seem to trust me yet.
Show ourselves only what Snow's parents look like and help them out later by telling them the right excuse to 'get away'. And I suppose they think they're going to do it without Yea Yea.
I excuse myself, sighing slightly exaggerated.
"The other person is his own daughter-in-law's parents. Please don't do that in front of me. Even if I just sold my stepparents, my daughter-in-law is crying and blaming me. If you're married, you know what this means, don't you? If you want to torture us, go back to the country and be out of our sight. I don't want my daughter-in-law to cry any more."
The colour of suspicion flows from the eyes of the two of them.
"... it was indeed frivolous. Sir Gunsmith's position has been inconsiderate."
"Do so. I don't hear anything about myself, and I haven't seen it. I haven't even been here. Whatever you're doing in the distance, you're not involved. I even handed it over to my parents, so please don't get into trouble. This is solitary, but in the worst case scenario, you might get a protest from the High Elf Kingdom."
"Of course it is. We understand."
The two leave the cabin and return to the way they came.
I also walk out after the two of us.
After this, all you have to do is go back upstairs and do a fine folding of the handover.
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And two weeks later.
A ship carrying a messenger from the great Meltia was ready to return to his country.
I'll be leaving in a little after noon, even late.
Mertier's ships docked in the harbour were carrying the necessary supplies one after the other.
Something unusual was about to be brought in jumping through it.
A coffin-like bed, or an object that had a sturdy slab surrounding a bed where two people could sleep, was about to be transported to the ship.
Before being transported to the ship, I and the two messengers will see and hear the contents.
When I open the lid, Snow's parents are leaning in there to sleep.
I encourage two messengers.
"I magically put him to sleep so he doesn't break out when I carry him out. You won't be up until tomorrow morning. Please check."
The two extend their arms and touch their cheeks and neck muscles to check their pulses.
He's alive, and he's not a phony.
"What about the ring?
"She's stuck to her finger."
I shrugged my shoulder and pointed my sleeping Snow mother in the jaw.
When the two messengers turn their gaze, they do hold their fists firmly against their right hand pharmacopoeia.
A messenger lowering his sword from his waist stretches his finger to the pattern if he is unconscious.
"... I know you do, but do that somewhere far away you haven't seen yourself"
"I know. I will not betray Sir Gunsmith's courtesy."
The messenger has a thin grin.
I close the lid so that it doesn't empty from the inside and give instructions to carry it into the ship.
The destination to be transported is the bottom of the ship.
You used to let yourself in when you were locked up as a slave.
Together, large volumes of luggage are also brought in, such as water, food, and high volumes of spirits as North Continent specialties.
"Sounds like you could sail faster than planned."
"Yeah, thanks to Lord Am and Sir Gunsmith for all your help with this, too"
"No. He who runs a small legion himself. Because we want to continue to have friendly relations with the great Meltia. That's about as natural as that."
"Thank you. I'll be sure to share Sir Gunsmith's achievements upstairs."
"Silly Yarrow! Don't put your stuff on that ship! He'll be the next one on the boat!
"Shh, excuse me!
When I and the messengers are having a soothing conversation, a low-end sailor loaded with luggage on the ship yells at the site manager.
He bowed his head in panic.
"Shh, I'll bring it out right away!
"Hurry up! The next cargo ship is waiting! I want to make it hard for you twice..."
Once transported, the crates that are likely to make it easier for people to get in are transported from the wrapped bottom to the outboard.
The lower-end sailors carry out their luggage with the luggage as the site manager, Mr. Oyaji, stares at them.
"Wait a minute, let me check that package"
An envoy lowering his sword from his waist pulls the sailor out of the load.
The man in charge yells at the scene.
"Hey, hey! Sir, I'm in trouble! That luggage is a commercial item to be transported to the next ship. You can't just open it on your own!
"Hurry up."
"Ugh!?
To the roaring site manager, Oyaji, the messenger points the sword tip out of his sword.
I was seriously complaining with my eyes about 'hanging up' if I turned it against you.
The bustling dock is also strangely quiet to notice.
I was sipping and watching what would happen to the wild horses.
"Sir Gunsmith, may I?
"... ok. Follow their instructions."
"I want to be busy sometimes."
While complaining, Oyaji unpacks one after the other, following the instructions of the messenger.
It is punched with nails, but the men are used to it so it opens smoothly.
The contents of the item are vegetables, meat, spirits, clothing, etc.
All of them are household goods to be loaded onto the next ship and exports to be brought onto other continents.
The man in charge, the jerk, speaks to the messenger disgustingly.
"Husband, of course, if you get hurt or dirty, you can pay that way, right?
"... you interrupted. Enough."
"Damn, dude! Ohmae and the others carefully re-plug the lid to avoid contaminating the contents!
Oyaji skips the instructions to his men and begins to carry their luggage into the messengers' ship again.
The messenger returns to our side with his sword.
"Excuse me, Sir Gunsmith. It's taken me a lot of extra time."
"No, because it's not a big hassle"
I smile and don't blame them for their actions, flushing like nothing happened.
After that, I will be ready to sail smoothly without any particular problems.
I shook hands with the messengers and dropped them off on their voyage.
A ship carrying Snow's parents slowly leaves the North Continent.
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With the messengers aboard, the ship of the great Meltia heads out into the ocean.
The incident happened the night the sun went down, at dinner.
The ship vibrates heavily.
Two messengers rush into the captain's office.
"Captain! What's the shake now! What happened!?
"Wow, I don't know! All of a sudden, they've got a big hole in the bottom of the boat, and there's no rock around here to sit on. Probably accidentally collided with a large organism..."
The faces of the messengers turn blue.
"I don't care what the cause of the accident is! That it's a big hole in the bottom of the ship!? Send sailors to the bottom of the ship now and let them retrieve the ring with the couple who were trapped at the bottom! Right now!
"What a fool! They're being thrown out into the ocean! The dark sea, at this water temperature, is long dead. More than that, this ship will sink soon. Please board the lifeboat, too!
The faces of the messengers pass through the blue and become white.
Couple dead, ring recovery failed.
The cause of this is an accident. You can't blame anyone. But failure is failure. It would be inevitable that their background would be scratched.
Thus Snow's parents and the ring sank away to the bottom of the deep ocean in the outer ocean.
Lute and the others were just having dinner when the ship sank.
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Norte Boden.
PEACEMAKER (Peace Maker) member, Am - and Snow's parents enjoyed dinner in the castle cafeteria.
I was moisturizing my lips with alcohol poured into my wine glass and celebrating the success of the operation.
"You must be in the middle of a big hole in the bottom of the ship sinking by now."
Snow's parents stop their dinner hands and bow their heads deeply.
"Thank you so much for your help."
"Now we're dead. We won't be pursued anymore."
Aryl, overlap words in the order of Coola.
I myself was relieved that the operation I set up went well.
Snow's parents, who were in the carcass bed, showed the messengers at the dock, are indeed real.
They were transported to the bottom of the ship with large quantities of supplies and luggage.
On the way Snow's parents escaped with a doll from the bottom of the hearse bed.
He accidentally entered the bottom of the luggage he had placed on the Mertier ship and escaped from every luggage he had lost at the beverage of the site manager in anticipation of the timing.
My liver was cold when I opened the carry-out package at the behest of the messengers, but I was confident enough to pull it out.
The luggage was closed with nails.
In order to get inside for this reason, if you try to open the lid, it will definitely leave its mark. But there were no such marks on any of the luggage.
That's why they convinced themselves that no one was in their luggage and missed Snow's parents.
In fact, the bottom of the luggage was doubled up, as Luna had done before when she crashed into our airship, and they were hiding there.
So how did you manage to hide without opening the upper lid inside your luggage?
The hard-headed messengers didn't know, but the correct answer was - the bottom of the luggage was in the drawer.
After that, if you lock it from the inside of the slip, it will not open accidentally even if there is an incident.
It's a simple trick that poked a psychological alarm: 'There was no hiding in the luggage because there was nothing on the upper lid'.
Later, on the bottom of the luggage carried into the Mertier ship with Snow's parents, an anti-tank mine was installed.
A very primitive timeline tube was set up so that it would explode when it exited sufficiently into the outer ocean.
Snow The fake 'ring of the turn' made of parents' dolls and magic liquid metal is the bottom of the ocean. It sank into a place where technology, magic of this world, could never be used to reach it.
This completes the evidence obliteration.
From outside of us, Snow's parents are sure to look dead.
"So what do we do now? You two are dead. If you want to hide yourself further, I know you from the Demon Continent - it's going to be Chris's home, but if you ask me there, I'm sure you'll take care of where I live and where I work, too, right?
Demon continent opposite the demon continent.
Because race is rare, if investigators looking for them show up, they'll be torn apart as soon as possible.
Another wife would understand the situation and mediate a job or a place to live that would go unnoticed.
Chris also said, 'Don't hesitate. If you're Snow's sister's parents, because you're my parents, too,' he says aggressively on the mini blackboard.
Snow, my parents look at each other...
"I'm delighted with your generosity, but we're going to spend the rest of our lives in the villages of the White Wolves"
"You won't find it first if you don't leave the village and get close to the city. If a suspicious person approaches, you'll soon find out, and you won't have any trouble hiding."
Surely Snow Mountain is the territory of the White Wolves, their specialty. If you hide yourself there, you won't find yourself first, and you won't have to worry about your fellow-minded white werewolf snitching betrayal.
Apparently I didn't have to worry about the future.