"I see, there was less disruption to the shoe guild..."

When I think of the story of Anor, a sales with noble origins of the Kwan workshop, there are several verses that come to mind.

Shortly after he sold his guardian shoes, orders from a large number of upper classes, including the nobles, arrived.

Naturally, there was a lot of minor harassment from various organizations with vested rights, but the impact remained negligible, as a whole range of measures were taken, such as securing materials in advance.

But the real reason seems to be in the customer base.

There is no real upstream in the aristocracy that has ordered shoes.

People who seem to have power and strong ties to nobility, even in shoe guilds, are probably less interested in common people's shoes like guardian shoes.

Somehow, there's just a sense of shoulder watermarking.There's not much backlash from the shoe shoppers who have shops in 3rd class neighborhoods, including employment, because they have deals, and the folks in 2nd class neighborhoods seem to see a connection with the Sword Fang army and refrain from giving a hand.

I myself am called a "small captain," etc., and it is always accompanied by the guard of the Sword Fang Corps, so it will definitely be thought to be within me.

The situation now is somewhat uncomfortable, although it remains planned and targeted.

There are a few other things I found out by combining the information on the order slip with Anor's story.

That some of the shoes I thought were for the nobility included those for the nobility escort and duel.

This indicates that a certain percentage of lower nobles and knights as well as senior nobles have noticed the practical value of the shoes of guardianship.

That also means that sooner or later it has been possible to be recruited as military shoes by private soldiers in aristocratic territory and elsewhere.

"Military shoes..."

Guardian shoes are suitable for military shoes. A shoe for those who walk and fight. Besides, I am ideal for mass production with a certain quality, and I am also good at it. Might be able to lower the price and turn military shoe releases to the rushing adventurer.

The benefits are enormous.

But there is also danger. In a prior business plan, I had anticipated that if protective shoes were recruited militarily, the right to manufacture would be taken up for classified designation.

At the same time, he was afraid that he would not be able to sell it to adventurers.

But when we started the business of various shoes and gathered information about the contents of the aristocratic class, we also saw the reality of a non-uniform aristocracy.

According to Anor's story, if this is all about spreading the reputation of shoes, it's hard to take away the right to manufacture shoes unless you're an extra aristocrat.

In the first place, I, too, am prepared to flee to another city if anything happens. Some escorts just defend themselves directly.

That degree of information is something you can see with a little money, and whatever the future, the financial benefits of the shoe business at the moment are not worth just committing political dangers for the great nobles who are able to lay their hands on them.

The spread of business partners to lower aristocracy gave me a point of view in interpreting the information as well.

In short, it's a matter of deterrence. You can also develop the same mechanism that allowed shareholders to have a role in controlling each other when you founded the company.

Since noble private soldiers are dispersed by territory and by aristocracy, they may reduce the risk of exclusivity of manufacturing rights by rejecting them if they are to be sold separately.

By making the company and its business partners bigger while keeping them safe that way and accumulating mass-produced know-how, we may be able to cheap out protective shoes for runaway adventurers.

pioneering the demand for military footwear. Selling into aristocratic private soldiers.

That may be alongside mid-level adventurers as the next market to target after a paragraph of shoe demand for first-class clans and nobles.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe, huh?

Until Sarah called for dinner, I forgot to turn on the lights in my office.