Continuing the ecological rigging of the baron and the monster, Anne has given a strong signal from across the table with her gaze.

I need to direct the conversation to see if I can get around here.

"By the way, has the Baron actually seen where the monster is moving alive?

Of course, I get information from Anne beforehand that I don't have those opportunities.

Even if he is the head of the Baron family, he says he has a deputy on the territory and never left the city in person, but it's nothing unusual as a nobleman.

On the proposal, the Baron answered with a slight silence.

"Unfortunately, you've never seen him alive. Bringing live monsters into the city is forbidden by law."

Prohibition of the bringing of live monsters into the walls.

It is a prohibited practice not only in this city, but also in many cities.

I don't know why it was enacted, but there were probably cases like this, where a monster was raped and sacrificed within a castle wall.

Of course, the exception is for monsters who are in the castle from scratch, like the slime lurking in the side ditch.

As a matter of fact, we were working on documenting the monster's ecology.

And, lower your voice and whisper.

Well, I haven't yet officially contracted from the church just to plan a job to be exact, but I'm prepared to do it at my expense, so it would be something similar.

"We are looking for an excellent painter who can keep track of what the monster is alive. If anyone has any idea, I'd like to introduce you to the Baron."

Yes, I'll take it to the Baron.

I can't believe you're running for the Baron's head right away.

A collector of this collection of hands should have a subordinate who works as a limb or a friend with the same taste.

Somehow, I feel like I'm in the latter category.

"Oh no! At work!

and the baron expressed interest by hitting his knees.

"I wonder if you'll let me hear a little more about that story. No, it takes exquisite skill to photograph the monster's appearance, and that, if you were to photograph the living figure as it is, it would be difficult to photograph the person who moves without combining the speed of the brush you take a quick photograph with both the exact brush. I can introduce you, but there must be no mistake."

While feeling some anxiety about the Baron's explanation, which could also be subtly taken as a self-recommendation, he explained his plan to produce and distribute to the Church an actual painting of the monster's figure, footprints, etc., the Baron stood up and was greatly excited.

"I see! No, indeed, the appearance of the monster, the footprints, the way it lived, will be a great problem for the descendants! And your voice! You never heard a voice! You mean even goblins have conversations! I wonder how the tongue works. If you split it up, you'll know what you're eating! UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! This is an interesting, interesting story!

I'm a little drawn to the Baron's excitement.

"Yeah, yeah. I want to let the peasants know by putting these monster ecological paintings in the church."

and explained the purpose.

Somehow, I feel it's slipping away from the way it was meant to be.

"So, how many books will it be?

I answered the Baron's question when he suddenly changed the subject.

"Huh? Uh, I'll distribute it to churches all over the kingdom, so I thought it'd be like a thousand books..."

"A painting of a monster paints a thousand books, right?

"Ha, yes..."

I nodded, unable to defy the Baron's guillotine eyes.

"It's a picture, so naturally, don't sign it?

I hadn't thought about it at all, but the painting also has aspects of the work of art, so I might certainly need a signature (signature).

"I think it will..."

"If so, I will take it on!

The baron stood up and held his fist.

No, no, I said I'd be in trouble.