I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

"Lady, please come back.

"I don't like it.

I've been repeating this for a long time. No progress at all.

The place is back in the inn again. The office behind the lobby and the reception space in the corner. There is a low table and a two-seated sofa with two legs and the perimeter is separated by an impulse. Mr. Lloyd and Augusta usually work in this office, but now they have to leave their seats. It doesn't mean they won't talk about it when they hear it.

Me and Christella are sitting on the sofa opposite Jii and Benjamin. Everyone else is listening behind the impulse. I think it's bad manners, but I know how it feels, so I pretend not to look at it. Woo-chan is at my feet in a fixed position.

Benjamin was the guardian when Christella was Marquis. I thought so. When I say "young lady" at home, there is only Christella.

It is slightly smaller than 160cm tall and thin in flesh. He's probably over 60, but his hips aren't bent, and his steps are solid. You ran so fast. My hair is white and I still have some muscles or brown ones. Is the hair brown? I carefully stroke the hair to make it all-back. The beard is not growing. It seems to be shaving carefully. Somewhat eagle nose, serious German. My personal thoughts.

The outfit consists of a simple black trio, a white shirt in stand collar and a black bow tie. You look like a butler. I was wearing a cape on top of it a while ago, but now I'm taking it off and putting it on my lap.

"Miss, please tell me. The survival of the Marquis depends on the young lady.

"I didn't know that. In the first place, it was your father... the Marquis of Hugo who unilaterally insulated me. Don't you think it's a little too good to leave it as a slave and bring it back after more than six months?

"As I've said many times, things have changed.

"That's why I'm telling you that I didn't know anything about it.

Christella is facing Benjamin straight ahead, but the conversation has been going on for more than 30 minutes. We can't just break things up and go in. It's troublesome.

The cause of the rubbing between the two was the disturbance at the Marquis' house.

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The Marquis Hugo, the home of Christella, is a great aristocracy with a grand barn on the western plains of King's Landing. It is also known as the Kingdom's Food Bank. San Palace, the territorial capital, is the second largest city in the country, with a plain at the foot of the north-walled mountains and a port town to the south. It serves as a hub for the extensive transportation of food harvested in the territory, not only to King's City, but also to other cities. He is one of the kingdom's leading nobles. Kristella told me that before.

Christella is the second daughter of the Hugo family. The Marquis of Hugo has a first-wife and a side room, and Christella is the second child of her first-wife. All three brothers. It is said to have the same composition as the eldest son's brother "Aristo" and the wrong sister "Brenda" as well as the wrong brother "Damon". Brenda doesn't seem to be married to another family anymore.

The nobility of this country is based on lineal male inheritance. In the case of the Hugo family, Alist, the first-born son of his first wife, has the highest right of inheritance. After that, Damon and Christella followed, and Brenda, who married another family, already had no right of inheritance. That's why it's a boy first and a son first.

However, there are exceptions to this order of succession. It's magic.

In order for aristocracy to preserve its status and authority, it is necessary to demonstrate its power both inside and outside. It can be financial or military, but the most important thing in this country is magic. A mysterious secret technique said to only be used by aristocrats. Well, there are actually exceptions for me and my fellow ex-slaves. Magic, which makes it easier for us to sanctify ourselves and govern ourselves, is the most important element in nobility.

Only Aristotle and Christella can use magic in the Hugo family. It seems that the grandfather of the late ancient lord was a magician of the earth, but the current lord, the Marquis, cannot be used. It seems that Aristotle is also a magician of earth. Is it hereditary?

Because Aristotle, who has the highest inheritance rights, can use magic, it seems unlikely that there will be house disturbances, but it is the world that will happen things that I did not expect.

The war is still going on, but the Hugo family has decided that the Aristotle will march with an army. It seems that this is the reason why the Marquis himself would be stuck in internal affairs and affect domestic logistics. Count Bullhead of Border Sets is not here for the same reason, and that's fine.

The problem is that Alist went missing on the front lines of the war. No, it's not a problem, it's a big problem. Absolutely, this war gives rise to disturbances everywhere. We need Jarkin, our main culprit, to put a kick-ass on it.

It appears that Aristotle, assigned to the southeast of the Lute Sea, was leading the ship to defeat Nolan. It was arranged for the reason that they were quite accustomed to handling and commanding ships because of the seizure of territory requiring port towns.

However, they were manipulated by the unfamiliar tides and climate of the inland sea, and manipulated in a good way with the Nolan pirates who knew the inland sea well, and the results were not progressive. That's what I hear.

The commander, who boiled his business into a never-ending battle, jumped to a tip about the pirate azimuth that was brought to him in just the right time. Aristotle was promoted to the raid plan without any backing, and Aristotle led the fleet into Asia in accordance with the directives… It was a trap, I suppose.

Save the details, but destroy the conquered fleet. There was no sign of Alist among the few crew members who survived. The situation says survival is hopeless.

The Marquises were in great chaos by the tragedy brought about. Whoever inherited the trail broke the whole house.

The side room and its symposium naturally inferred his second son, Damon, to the back of the pot. It is only natural that it should be taken for granted. The second son of a nobleman is only a spare for his eldest son.

However, the men who were originally attached to the eldest son naturally rebelled against this. Because if the Damons come to power, they will be driven to idleness.

Nevertheless, it takes grounds to disagree. Aristocrats needed a new flaghead to replace Aristocrats. That's where Christella stood.

In the first place, it was not because of Christella that Christella was banished. It was because of the irresistible pressure from the Second Prince (idiot) and hence from the royal family. Now the second prince has lost his real power (even his life has actually been lost), and his parent, the king, is also enrolled in the book. There's no one else I have to talk to.

Bring Christella back to take over the throne. That's all the Aristocrats had left.

"Nobility must be noble. And there is nothing but magic in making nobles less noble. Now only young ladies can use magic in the Marquises. The future of the Marquis rests with the young lady.

"So I'm not a Marquise anymore, am I? Just a slave Christella. That's me now.

The story is always a parallel line. Christella doesn't seem to want to go home at all. If you come back, you'll only be used as a tool for political war, and you'll be fighting with your sisters and brothers. In fact, it's a smart Christella, so the Marquises may be worried about losing their strength due to the disturbances at home. It's not uncommon for a nobleman who can't use magic, and he thinks it's okay for his brother to inherit the trail.

"Ku, even though Milord did it, it's sad that the young lady is a slave. Did you say Lord Beat? I'll give you as much reward as I can, will you let the lady go?

Whoa, you wanna shake me up here? But... there's nothing I can do.

"I just respect Christella's will. I didn't think you were a slave in the first place, and you said you'd let me go at any time. I don't intend to give orders except when it is absolutely necessary.

Everyone who bought it early, including Christella, has already been rewarded enough to buy themselves back. It is their own will that they are my slaves. That's not what I can say.

"That's right! I want to be with Master Beat by my own will! I will dedicate my body, mind and everything in my life to Mr. Beat!

"Nut!? I won't! The young lady must welcome her son-in-law and succeed the Marquis Hugo! Even if the gods forgive you, this jii will not allow you to dedicate yourself to the work of the adventurer who will make a living tomorrow!

"You don't have to forgive me! When Master Beat loses his order, when I lose the meaning of life! We just have to follow them and kill ourselves!

Hmm? Something's heating up and changing the point. I'm not going back. What's wrong with you not going back? And, Christella, it's a big speech. Has Jandere turned you into something else?

"I can't help it! If you're not going to be your daughter's partner, you're going to have to wear these gay glasses! You can't leave your daughter to someone you don't know!

"Mr. Beat is not a horse bone! A mighty adventurer to become the beloved disciple of the hero Dantes! Knowledgeable and economically bright, the manager of the Commercial Guild begs for it! Perfect! I'm sure future generations will recognize me as the star of the epic! Nobody deserves this more than me!

Christella proudly stretched her chest against her left hand. No, who is that, someone I know? I know, I'm always a pain in the ass pulling people around. You're not such a freak, you're such a freak. Horse bones or stupid bones... oh, I'm depressed.

"Gunuu... well then, thank you for showing Jii that power! I can't be convinced unless I see it with my own eyes! If you're satisfied, I'll be happy to welcome you as your daughter's mate!

"Fufu, no matter what the difficulty, if it's in Beat's hands, there's nothing to make! I'll stand by that offer!

I think I've got something to talk about... huh? What's that? What's a partner?

... what?