Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Starting with Fran, who decided to have her luggage loaded a day earlier before leaving the Kingsley Chamber of Commerce, "The Wives" decided to ask Branch Manager Marco Fonti to put out a use for each house.

They decided to look down at the mansion in the morning and bring their stuff into each room on the third floor.

Today's shopping included "The Wives" furniture, including groceries and skin wear, amounted to 5,000 pieces of gold coins.

* 1 gold coin = 10,000 yen.

By the way, 2,000 francs, 1,000 each, were paid for by Gisele, Nadia, and Josephine.

However, I didn't buy many clothes and cosmetics unexpectedly.

Sometimes I own a great number of clothes, except for Orelly and Moral, and many cosmetics are unused, so it seems that everyone decided to use them around.

Mostly it seems that the partition is entirely at the behest of Fran, who turned into a housewife.

It's a sensible thing not to think of as an aristocratic maid.

But it seems that Giselle and the others had a reliable view of it.

That's also because I have a little anxiety about my life ahead of me.

Marco is almost facial.

The Kingsley Chamber of Commerce intends to sell thin profits, so the gross profit margin is not that high, but 10% is secured.

Because today's deal alone yielded a net profit of at least 500 gold coins.

"Bye, Mr. Marco. Thank you for contacting us."

Marco responded with the most salute to Fran's words.

"Yes, I did! I'll make sure you do it. Thank you for your continued support."

Lew waves, and Frans wife waves away from the Kingsley Chamber of Commerce.

Marco had been dropping that off the whole time.

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"Sir."

Gisele tells Lew to cheat.

"Sister Fran told me that there are delicious restaurants with atmospheric dishes that bring adventurers together. I wanted to go."

Gisele's eyes are in the state of the girl she dreams of.

There will be something to yearn for.

When Lew asked why, Gisele muttered small that she was Master Bertcreed's hero, Tan.

It is a record of the founding of a nation that follows in the footsteps of a great king that anyone in this country knows.

"Master Bertcreed was at first merely an adventurer. But he is a great king who pursued the demons, the cursed devils, and defeated the evil dragons. And the eleven holy knights who followed him. We are the descendants of twelve knights, including kings with pulsating bloodlines from them."

Nadia nodded in agreement with Gisele, who spoke enthusiastically.

"Surely we are descendants of a great king and eleven holy knights. Gisele's right. They're all original adventurers. Giselle admires adventurers, just like knights."

Lew was listening with a calm expression.

This, like the story of Louis Solomon, the Magic King, is also a story that we have already heard the truth from Shrvestel Eiltvara, the Sowell of the late Aarv.

The legendary 13th Knight, who does not appear on the table of this country's history, is actually Schlvestel.

Arv, an interracial people, cannot stand out and help humans.

But between Shrvestel and Bertcreed, who knew him as an adventurer, he was bound by a firm friendship, and Shrvestel pretended to be a human being and helped him.

Eventually, when Valentine was founded, Shrvestel left before man, and his presence disappeared from the historical stage of this country.

"Let's go to the Hero Pavilion for now"

Fran urged everyone because the conversation was unlikely to be over.

The Luw and the others who walk with this king's capital stand out.

Some of the rogues tried to get a little bit out of it, but when Lew showed a demonic laugh where the Frans couldn't see him, they shuddered and retreated to the side of the road.

Eventually I see the hero pavilion.

Gisele, who saw it, put it in more and more.

"Ooh, that's exactly what the book says about an adventurer gathering in a tavern. Excellent."

"Has Gisele never been in a store like this?

Gisele grinned and nodded bitterly when Lew asked.

"My father and brother are annoyed. I was going to pay you back if you got caught up in this mess."

Fran, who was listening to that, laughs with me.

She was also prohibited from entering and leaving such a store from her mother, Adelaide, for the same reason.

It was the first time in my life that I entered this store with Luu.

In the first place, noble ladies like them do not usually enter the atmosphere.

Lu and the others asked for guidance when they entered the store.

It was once again Nina, a maid-dressed girl of the human race with three chestnut hair braids, who guided me.

Even today the Hero Pavilion was crowded, but just at the time of the day's replacement, everyone was able to sit in good time.

"No! You're here, Lou. Have you made up your mind to be an adventurer?

After receiving a report from Nina, store owner Darren Bacchus appeared from behind the store with a grin, but she narrowed her mouth and whistled when she saw more women besides Fran.

"Whoa! That's kind of an increase in numbers. This is Miss Dumaille, what the hell is this?

Fran answers Darren's question.

"Everyone, just like me, is his wife."

"Well, he's worthy. Exactly. That's right, Master Edmond."

Darren sounded amused at the man in the coat (robe) who was in the seat in the corner of the store.

"Edmond?

Fran looks at the man in surprise.

"Ha, it's Francisca. Is he still this guy?

As always, skip the subject and talk, Edmond.

Your fiancée is missing the key word...

The man who took off his turban was Edmond Dumaire, Grand Duke of Bertrand, Fran's great-uncle.

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"Ha ha, then lunch at our store sounds like that dinner party outpost"

Darren laughed lavishly.

"Don't play, Grandpa Darren. Work in the kitchen."

Darren glanced over her shoulder when she saw Nina staring with her eyes.

"Wow, wow, wow."

"Ha ha, the warring soldier, the Vajra ghost is invisible."

I watched Darren laugh bitterly and disappear into the kitchen, and now Edmond laughs.

A mag of cold ale had already been carried on the table for a number of people.

"Well, Grand Uncle, I'd like a toast."

Fran urges Edmond to signal a toast.

"It's a pleasure to have you inside, cheers!

It's too easy. The Frans are clapping for a toast greeting.

Having seen them like that, Edmond laughs as if he could spot that heart.

"Ha, no greetings. I've never been over to be brief. It's fools who talk weirdly long stories and immerse themselves in self-satisfaction."

It was Fran who was surprised for a moment, but "I learned," he said, grinning and bowing his head against this great uncle.