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

"Gwaaaaahh! Gotcha!

"Ahahaha! That's it, Zubaah!

"Gyaaaa! Meow!

"No! * Giggle *"

"Uhhhh ~, remember!

"Ahahaha! Do it harder! More, more!"

Uh-huh!

"Um, how long can we keep going?

Christella waited for me and Damon in "The Brave and the Demon King". Hmm, it's about time we opened up. While swinging his tail happily, Damon and I were groping around, and Woo said, "Are you done? I'm looking at this." Hey, you haven't played with a kid in a long time. I'll play with Basil and the others later.

The moment Damon saw the bamboo light coming out, the Kansai people who had been sleeping here for some time woke up. In other words, it is a Kansai habit that "if you perform a slashing action, you have to perform a slashed reaction." This can no longer be called a curse. I can't help it. It will have a higher response rate than waving cat tease in front of the cat. Some people say, "Ah, no!" Please do it again, "she said, sometimes asking herself to do it again.

Incidentally, there are variations in "bread with a pistol" between those who are shot, those who avoid it, and those who bounce back with a barrier, but in the case of hanging, they are almost certainly slashed. Sometimes the sharp blade is taken seriously. I can't help it, because I'm Kansai.

"Eh, let's play more."

"Damon Boy, the Baroness has an appointment with his husband. Listen carefully."

"That's right, Damon. Besides, it's time to learn manners, right? Go back to your room and get ready."

"Yes. Bye, Oneechan, Beat Oneechan! Let's play again later!

Damon ran back to the Mansion waving his hand. [M] Well, it's been a long time since you've seen a healthy kid. After all, it is best for the child to be healthy.

Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Face.

"Hmm? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Mr. Aristo bows his head to me. I mean, thank you for your response to Damon pointing his sword at me.

Speaking of bamboo lights, he pointed his sword at a nobleman with a history. I can't complain about being accepted as a duel. Depending on the flow, it cannot be said that it will not develop into an all-out struggle for the honour of the house. I don't know if it's a member of the aristocrats, but I refuse such a cumbersome smell.

For convenience, I'm still a kid. So Damon made you a brave kid. I am the Great Demon King. In other words, it's a child's play. Then nobody has to look at the painful eyes.

It's easy to avoid a six-year-old sword, and the reaction to being slashed is in your hands. Damon was caught while the overreactions continued, and he became "Brave and Demon King Boy" as he could see. Hey. Well, Damon was more than happy than I thought. Where does that energy come from?

That's why Aristo, the next Marquis of Hugo, lowered his head in response to my response. It's a tough inheritance.

"Have I kept you waiting, Marquis? Shall we go?"

Haha, well, here we go.

Today's outfit is a dark-green, aristocratic plain clothing tailored by Samantha. Fix the slightly disturbed hem of the shirt and take Benjamin to the Mansion again. Speaking of which, it's quite spacious, but it was an entrance here. I'm glad other customers didn't come.

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"Father, I'm back. We apologize for the concern."

"Hmm, you're back. Is there anything wrong with your body?

"Yes, no problem."

I see. I'll talk to you later. Stand back and rest today. "

"I see. Excuse me."

A conversation between Mr. Aristotle and the Marquis of Hugo. It's kind of hard. It doesn't seem like a parent-child at all. Is this what a noble parent and child is? The village chief and his daughter were more at home. Well, the village chief wasn't very noble in the first place. To put it more clearly, it didn't look like a village chief. They say it's the end of the century. Nuuhhh!

Meanwhile, this Marquis Hugo is very aristocratic. The thin, bony cheeks endure the efforts of the great nobility, and the beard around the mouth is crisply arranged to reveal a few characters.

Blonde hair close to brown, blue eyes, and a tall nose make you feel the blood connection with Aristotle and Cristal. But his eyes are sharp and he emits a cold light that looks deep into his heart. More like a high-ranking bureaucrat than a politician. The atmosphere resembles that of Baron North Shore, who is an outdated interior secretary.

The body wrapped in well-tailored plain clothes of the aristocrats is about 170 centimeters, which is not so big. However, the atmosphere may be more than that of the village chief, whether it is a sign of being emitted or a feeling of intimidation. Maybe this is majesty. The king was like this, but I feel the quality is a little different. Is it a typhoon for the king and a snowstorm for the marquis? I feel that the calorific value is different even in the same storm. It's always a calm impression.

Is this man so high that he enslaved Christella? I don't feel uncomfortable at all. There seems to be something behind it. I mean, there must be. What a mess.

"Your Grace is the Baron de Faith. I can't thank you enough for bringing my son back. I am the Marquis of Hugo, Christopher-de-Hugo."

"No, it's because of your son's struggle. It's not enough to say thank you. I'm late. My name is Beat-Face, the adventurer who received this request. At the end of my seat, I am giving my name to the nobles. I'll see you soon. This is the report of your upcoming request. Please check."

"... hmm, well organized. I've heard about it, but you're good at it when you're young."

"I'm sorry."

Hand over the investigation report of this request with the same humility as the Japanese. Aristotle's main concern was the destruction of that mysterious island and pirate base. It has nothing to do with the content of the request.

But to talk about it... I thought I checked your background. The source is probably the Adventurer Guild. If you were a Marquis, you'd have one of the legends inside the Adventurers Guild. Well, it doesn't matter.

The name of the Marquis contains the word "de", meaning that there is a blood connection with the royal family. The marquises of the kingdom have a little blood connection with the royal family, either by giving a wife to the royal family or by giving her a wife from the royal family. I know it's close to the end, but I have the right to inherit the throne. That's why Mr. Aristotle is precisely Aristotle de Hugo. Since the throne is basically inherited by men, Christella has no right to inherit the throne even if she has not fallen into slavery. Christella-Hugo.

"Then take this. Please continue to be kind."

"Indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me for today."

Receive the Marquis certificate of completion of the request and leave the reception room afterwards....

"Oh, Father!

When I tried to leave the reception room, Christella, who was standing behind me, shouted. Well, I guess so.

"... can I help you?

"Um, I, um!

"More than anything, it seems to be magnificent. Bye, Baron Quasi."

"Well, then. Let's go, Christella."

"... yes, Mr. Beat"

Pull Christella's arm out of the room.

The Marquis didn't blame anything for the slave's rudeness of speaking directly to the nobles. Hmm.

I was convinced with the current interaction. After all, the Marquis deliberately enslaved Christella. Moreover, there is a certain amount of care. Otherwise, I wouldn't say "magnificent and above all", and I wouldn't sell it to a nice bearded slave. Maybe he was actually going to buy it back. I just bought it before that.

The time to buy it back is... the school graduation party was at the end of the fall. Speaking of what happened afterwards... a coup in King's Landing. The Marquis knows that... but doesn't he have to fall into slavery?

No, did you decide that the coup was already unstoppable? You want to make Prince Stupid and Country Daughter's testimony better in order to defend your territory?

In the first place, there is one mystery left in that coup. Who made the Miyakami. You can't do that to a country girl with no power or a prince with no power but a sword. Someone powerful must have helped. I thought, "Maybe the Marquis," but there's no reason to enslave Christella. I'm already on your side, so I can't possibly prove anything wrong.

The Marquis, who knew the coup d 'état, had no choice but to take a therapeutic approach...

"Beet-sama, it's okay now. We apologize for the inconvenience."

"Hmm? No, the Marquis wasn't angry either, was he? It's okay."

Whoa, while I'm thinking, I'm already at the front door. Wu is sitting down waiting for you. If Christella hadn't called out, she would have just gone outside.

There's no carriage on the way home, so me, Christella, and Woo-chan have to walk back to the city. It's a little far, but it's just the right way to sort out Christella's feelings. If you're tired, you can fly.

"... doesn't your father think of me anymore, Marquis Hugo?

Leave the front door and go to the gate. As he walked further down the long vineyard, Cristal, who was lying down, said in a small voice, "Bosley." Christella likes her father or her family. I'll follow up with you a bit.

"That's not true. There was an atmosphere that was embarrassing to Christella, and she said she was looking into me. I'm sure you were worried."

"Hold on! Then why have you enslaved me!?"

"Hmm, it's just speculation because we don't have enough information right now, but I'm sure it was necessary to protect the Marquis Hugo. It's a tough decision to protect the house, isn't it?

"Oh, no! I don't care if you give me a word!

"Christella is honest and can't hide anything. I thought it'd be safer not to know.

If you have something to hide, it'll come right to your face. If I had known about the coup, I would have been immediately caught and disposed of. It's not for the nobles who make it.

"Then I'm not disliked by your father, am I?

"Yeah, from what I've seen, I think she was usually thinking about Christella. He was worried about his face, so he wouldn't put it out too much."

"Yes, that's right... I'm glad"

Finally, Christella's face returned with a small smile. Beauty has the best smile.

I'll also tell you why Christella had to be enslaved.

"Sonny!? So you're saying that Jarkin's minions are still lurking in the royal castle!?"

"Yes, it's quite a big one."

"Well, what are you going to do!? I will tell His Majesty to deal with it!? Or we will!?"

Um, let's just leave it alone.

"Ha!? Are you sure?

"The coup failed, and the god Brandon is gone. I don't think it's going to move unless the war is big and leaning towards Jarkin."

To be honest, I don't think I left any evidence of a leap, so it's true that I can't fight anymore. It's been a while. Well, I can't help it. I didn't think you'd be involved in this national-level conspiracy.

And whoever it is you can beat the big Jarkin and it'll all work out. There is no problem as it is.

Now, the long investigation request is finally complete. Would you like to return to your nostalgic home (sweet home) for a break? Oh, I don't need a hockey mask.