Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

That afternoon.

I hurried to the rendezvous point to fulfill my promise to teach Iona Brave Arts.

When I arrived, Iona was already waiting for me, even though it was an hour ago.

As you can see from the first impression, it seems to be a serious and few characters.

"Thank you for today."

Looking at my face, did you remember last night's affair? That face is slightly red.

"Is your body okay? Please don't hesitate to tell me if it hurts. I'll cure you as much as I can."

"It hurts to care. But I'm fine because I was cured last night."

I applied healing magic yesterday, so exercise seems to be fine.

I don't seem to have any emotions, but if it can be cured, it would be better for me to quickly cure it and get into mastery.

"I'd like to make sure."

"Yes"

"Can Iona use attack magic?

"No, I'm a knight, so I only learn simple assistive magic and healing magic."

Well then, will you remember from the propeller technique? There's just the right guy. "

What I want Iona to remember this time is the Brave Arts "Izuna."

Attacks with a vacuum wave of sword fire, effective against distant targets, especially flying targets.

It was not a technique developed by the blood of the brave, but by an Oriental swordsman with a special sword called "Samurai" (Katana).

The samurai who used this technique was called "Izuna" and was apparently afraid.

Classified into blade moves (Blade Arts), they can be remembered by Iona, who is not the blood of the brave.

Briefly explain the area before moving on to practice.

Move about five seddles (about ten meters) away from the pre-prepared straw roll and place the wooden sword there.

Watch carefully.

"Yes"

Iona is staring at me with a stick of spit.

Ha!

A vacuum wave was generated along with the shouting, and the target straw was splendidly cut in two.

"Well, here's what it looks like."

"Amazing! I can't believe I cut you with a wooden sword!

"The advantage of this guy is he doesn't pick weapons first. Extreme stories, if you're familiar with them, you'll be able to cut bars. There are other advantages, you know?

"Yes, it's a point where time stretches. The benefits are immeasurable for those who use the sword."

"Obviously. That's Iona."

For those who use swords, the advantages of spreading time are immeasurable.

Iona seems to understand the matter well.

If Iona learns "Izuna", she will definitely use it.

I praise her insight while thinking about it.

"I'm honored to receive your compliments."

Iona dyes her cheeks slightly red for my compliments. [M]

She doesn't seem to be more satisfied either.

But I can't keep it going forever, so I'll keep talking.

"There are other things, but I wonder if we can still attack the flying enemy. Iona's sword would be much wider if she could use it."

"Yes"

"First of all, it's only a short distance, so I'd like you to be able to fly slash. I'll show you the mold a few times, so I dare to give it a thousand today. You can do it slowly, so don't break the mold. Ready?"

"Yes, thank you."

After showing the mold several times, Iona was slow, but she was waving her sword as I taught her.

If you dare not, it seems fine.

"There are some drinks in the bottle, so if you're thirsty, drink what you like."

Roger that.

"Sorry, but it's coming out a little bit. I'll show my face again later."

"Where are you going?

"For the royal castle because of the work."

"I apologize for the inconvenience caused by your busy time."

Iona lowered her head deeply.

You're really being polite.

"So don't be so afraid. It's what I want."

"It would be helpful if you could say so."

After that conversation, I'm heading to a room in the castle to get the materials for tonight's opponent.

On the way, I ran into troublesome people.

The first day I returned home, the woman who appeared in the conversation with the King, the wife of the First Prince Ichiibaldo, Faszone.

I'm a widow, to be exact.

She's beautiful, but she's not good at it because of her strong personality.

It's probably a big reason that my mother was the only town daughter, but I think it seems particularly windy to me.

My mother is not royal, but there should be no other reason to be particularly neglected.

I look at her with that in mind.

Faszzone has long hair to her waist, wearing a luxurious atmosphere such as royalty and exudes an extraordinary presence.

Wearing a luxurious dress with a full breast and a bold open chest, I'm supposed to be in my late thirties, but it doesn't look like there are many large children who are unworthy of being young and very mature.

With me, I've been here for over two months, so I hear a lot of rumors.

Among them are some fashion twines, so let's think about why she thinks I'm negligent.

First of all, I've met Kazuhaine, the First Princess, several times in the past.

Unlike her confident parents, she has a good but clear atmosphere of serene princess and a good reputation from the public.

The impression I received when I actually met him is not very different from that.

I'm talking about that fashion. It's no wonder you think I'm a bad bug that beats my cute daughter, but since Fashione doesn't know that I know Kazhaine, it has nothing to do with why Fashione is hostile to me.

Then why is Fashionne looking at me like this?

The best reason for Fashionne to make me an enemy.

That's it.

The oldest son of the princes, Human Nanille.

Because it was Faszone's idea that I was the only one left to threaten his next king's throne as his youngest brother.

He should still be about ten years old, but he seems to have inherited the blood of his eldest brother, Ichiibaldo, and he is certainly quite outstanding.

On the other hand, it seems that there is a slight difference between the behavior of an improperly arrogant 10-year-old who doesn't seem to be a 10-year-old and a cute, noseless, mangy hungry ghost. I hardly hear good stories in terms of behavior.

Probably because I grew up spoiled by my long-awaited first prince.

There are other sisters besides Kazhaine, but they don't hear anything particularly bad about it.

It seems that Ichiibaldo desperately wanted a boy, and every year he gives birth to a child to Faszone, but it is a girl.

Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine that only human nanil, the only boy, was specially treated.

With that as evidence and this as a border, the two children have stopped making each other.

I'm sure you were satisfied with the birth of the boy you wanted.

If you look at the place where there are no children younger than human nanniel, the night life in Fassone may be quite wasted before you become a widow.

There must be some reason why Faszone is always frustrated with her desires.

Oh, I think so.

When I thought about it, Fashione worked on me socially.

"Thank you for your service last night."

"No, I did what was right for the country to flourish."

I'll give it back to you socially.

"If you're going to miss the famous Iona-Cookorose, who hates men, let's praise him for his skill as a stallion."

It's nothing to hide, but they already know I had a good relationship with Iona.

"I don't remember. There was something between the swordsmen and the swordsmen that went through them, that's all."

Through the sword and sword, Iona and I gained a better understanding of each other.

It's not a lie.

But...

"Your mouth is beautiful. You must have devoured that sweet flesh."

Such irony comes from Zizzone in agony.

I don't suppose she understands anything about being a born royal.

"That's what I do."

I gave it back without denying that I had overlapped my skin with Iona.

Fashionne snorts at me for not riding on such a provocation.

I don't think it's funny.

"I wonder if you returned home after years of wandering blindness because you had the opportunity to take over the throne without your blind brothers?

This woman has long been hostile to princes other than her husband.

My youngest younger brother, almost zero chance of succeeding to the throne, was no exception to that.

"Thanks to my brother, who supported my country, I've never felt neglected. I was acting like I liked because of my brother's improvement."

"Then why don't you just come along and behave like you always have?

Whatever the reason, he doesn't really like me coming back, so he says such irony.

"That's what I was able to do because my brother was alive. Now that my brother is no longer improving, isn't it natural for him to fulfill his responsibilities even if he is unable to do so, even if he is royal?

I knew many times that my strength would only be minimal, but I understood that it would not be a good reason to abandon my responsibility, but it was stupid enough.

"I wonder what she really did when she said such a beautiful thing? Isn't this about the throne?

"I've come back to help develop my country, and I don't even think about being king myself."

Tell the truth without lying.

But you don't seem to believe that.

"Don't say anything white. Do you think it makes sense not to dream of the throne while living as a prince?

My words, which are nothing but a blind eye, sound like a lie to Faszone, who insists on the power of the throne.

"I'm interested in the end of the country, but I'm not interested in the throne. There's no way a man like me can be king."

I thought you wouldn't be convinced by what you said, but there was nothing else I could say.

That's right. If you think about it normally, there's no way you can be. But that's not all you're trying to be.

One by one, it bites into what I say.

It's as if I have an ambition to be king or die of a disease.

"It sounds crazy, but I don't think I can or won't be."

I was wondering if you could let me go.

"How about that? It comes from the belly of such a lowly woman. I'm not trying to figure out what kind of ambition you have."

Get out of the way.

The moment I heard the dialogue, I felt my whole body bleeding backwards.

"Dear Mr. Fassone,"

I lost the tone of my voice.

"Oh, what is it?

But she doesn't seem to have noticed it.

"A noble and beautiful person like you can only use words like that to discredit yourself."

Lifting and hobbying.

"Oh, it seems like you're quite the master at dictating women like last night."

But it doesn't seem to bother me.

I'll keep going.

"Besides"

"And what is it?

"Sure, I'm an impossible prince. You can laugh and listen to the slander."

I smiled with a smile and put it in front of me.

"I will never forgive you for insulting my mother, who gave birth to me until you cut her own life."

Contrary to what I just saw, now I can glance straight from the front.

"......!?

She wobbles when she realizes that my eyes are killing her.

"Anyway! You just have to do what you're given! You don't have enough ambition! Say hello!?

You were under pressure to kill me, but you just said what you wanted to say and disappeared like that.