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

Have you waited for about an hour? A middle-aged woman who thought she was a servant came to get us. The clothes are ordinary, made to order clothes. What about made clothes for Japanese architecture?

And after all, it's dog ears. But it's not real.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for not inviting you here."

"Nanicole? Is this popular in Ende?

The dog-eared kachusha worn by a woman was handed over. Middle-aged, dog-eared kachusha in maid clothes... no, don't say anything. Don't stare.

"I'm not saying that, but... no, I appreciate your understanding of that."

My teeth are cut badly. Something seems to be going on. Well, I don't think he likes wearing it, and I think it's such a hobby, so let's wear it here honestly. There is no need to create useless rampage.

Speaking of which, I feel like I've only seen dog-earners since I entered this mansion. Maybe everyone was wearing this kachusha. The King of Ende is quite a dog. I'm happy to be a dog, too, but what about a king? Wouldn't you encourage racist clashes and inequalities?

"Uh-oh, I can't hear you well ~"

"Pee? With Mom? Somewhat different?"

Everyone wears canine ear kachusha except natural canine ear basil and Lily and Woo-chan. Mmm, that's pretty good. Every day (Avriday) kachusha, or shrimp cutlets for short.

Even though Pee is a serene, she has a dog ear and is kind of a confused creature. It looks like a magically modified figure. Little girl, dog ears in serene... so full of attributes.

Argna seems a little uncomfortable to wear as she is holding down her original cat ear. But this is also for the sake of national tranquillity, so please be patient for a while. Peace between the two countries is in your dog's ear. [M] Probably.

Walking along a corridor facing the courtyard, led by a woman, or along a corridor lined with sloppiness feels like you've come to a luxurious hot spring inn. It may also be due to the slightly fragrant smell of wood. Brother-in-law, where's the public bath?

It's fresh to move around in a boarded hallway with shoes on, but somehow I feel like I'm doing something bad. I want to take off my shoes and become a yukata and slipper. Yukata should be tied to Yoshihara or fan patterned. Wipe your hands with a bean squeeze.

I'm wearing a formal royal dress now. It's another guy with the same design as the green guy I wore during the recital. The king cut my clothes all over the place, so Samantha tailored them with the best possible ingredients. Considering the carefully selected material auto couture, it is quite a luxury product. But I wonder because it seems very cheap when I think about family hand-stitching. Well, thanks to Samantha anyway.

Everyone else is dressed like a matching squire. A black suit, a white shirt and a green tie on the neck. Woo is wearing a green bow tie and Pea is also wearing a black vest on a green bow tie. It seems that everyone's tie is green because it matches my costume. The children seem a little cosy, but they are cute so there is no problem. In the first place, I'm the one who looks like a cosplay.

"Here we are."

That said, it was still like a large banquet hall in a hot spring inn. However, there are huge tables and countless chairs lined up between the boards. It's not a table on the tatami mat, is it?

Western-style candlesticks sometimes sit on the table, and there is no discomfort between the interior and the scheduling. There's even a hanging shaft of ink painting between the back floors... ah, I thought it was a cloud dragon diagram, so it's a cloud dragon diagram. Wings are growing... different worlds after all.

At the deepest end of the long table, there is a Yoboyobo Grandpa Wanko sitting on the upper seat. My hair and long stretched beard are pure white. I have long eyebrows and barely understand my face. Somehow it looks like an old English sheepdog. Trimming and brushing seems difficult.

This is like the King of Endes, Grands-de-la-Endimeon. It should be in front of seventy, but it looks older than you asked. You must have struggled. I knew I wouldn't be a politician.

Next to the king stands a middle-aged man (after all, a canine ear). Does this person also have a lot of trouble? Deep wrinkles are engraved between his eyebrows and the neighborhood under his eyes is also thick. I wonder if the white mesh running through dark brown hair is also stylish.

Servants, this way.

That said, the woman opens the door leading to the next room. As expected, it would be remiss of a waiter to attend the dinner of the Head of State and the Ambassador. It looks like a separate seat is available in the next room. Everyone moves there except Woo and Christella.

Christella remains my escort. I don't think I need an escort in the first place, but there seems to be a problem with my absence as a matter of form. That's why Christella pulled off the poverty. Of course, Christella herself was delighted by the inevitability of being with me.

I think Woo-chan just wanted to be with me. I always hate you, though.

I sat in the seat opposite Grandpa Grants, and Christella stood to the left. Aren't you sitting down here? Oh, my God, Grandpa and I are the only ones who eat. We cannot allow the King to sit down, so that would be the correct answer.

"I cannot bear to thank you for your great assistance to our country this time. Thank you very much for being part of the government of the country. I'm late. My name is Dawson Mesa Endimeon and I have been appointed Secretary of the Interior. I'll see you later. And this is His Majesty Grants-Dela-Endimion, King of our kingdom Ende. Your Majesty is too old to speak loudly, so I will convey your words with arrogance. Please understand."

"This is very polite. My name is Beat-Face, Baroness of the Kingdom of West Midlands, and I have been entrusted by my king with the task of transporting aid and supporting the reconstruction of your country. Thank you very much."

I will also respond to that greeting. I knew Grandpa was His Majesty Grants.

It seems like Mr. Dawson is royalty to have an endemic last name. Maybe he's Grants' son. If you look at it that way, you don't even feel the blood connection in the face.

Ah, I found a ten-yen bald near the top of my head. Stress, huh? I'm sure he's struggling.

"I have set up this seat for at least the hospitality today, but as far as I am embarrassed, as you know, our country is in a state of disaster and we cannot offer much. Fortunately, the city is close to the sea, so I hope you enjoy the delicacies you've caught there."

Even if the mountains and fields were hit by sea lions, there was no impact on the sea. Nevertheless, it is difficult to satisfy all the bellies of the people with seafood alone. The amount of seafood caught offshore is limited, and there is a danger of large sea dwellers in the distant ocean.

Because seafood cannot be stored for a long time in the first place, transportation to mountainous areas is also problematic. After all, we need grains and legumes that can be stored for a long time. Most of the stuff I brought this time, too.

To put it further, surviving this year is not the solution. Because locust infestation occurs for several years at a time. Large-generated pheasant lays eggs, hatches the following year, and generates large amounts of pheasant. And they devour their surroundings, and lay eggs again. Repeat this for a few years.

As long as we do not deal with it, the food shortage will persist next year and next year. It will be nothing but despair for politicians. That's bald.

In addition, they are reproduced goblins. The damage will continue to grow unless we deal with it as soon as possible. This needs to be dealt with sooner than an egg.

I've been sent here to solve a problem around here, but honestly, the locust infestation that has happened is not very tough. All I can think of is stirring up the soil around the damaged farmland and baking each egg.

The Goblins may still be easier to deal with. Because the usual monster and bandit hunting routine won't be a problem.

I think this dinner was held to talk about the area. Dinner meeting without lunch meeting. Everything in the nobility's business is a job.

Eventually, the delicacies of the sea were carried on the plate. Sour sauce salad of seaweed and boiled shrimp, tidal juice scattered with chopped vanilla, stewed fish and small octopus oil, sashimi and sea bream sashimi. Certainly, there seems to be a wealth of seafood delicacies.

Well, Grandpa snapped at Mr. Dawson.

"His Majesty says, 'Seafood needs freshness, so we want you to eat it later.' Thank you, then, for the friendship between the two countries and the grace of the sea. Cheers."

Cheers.

Mr Dawson puts out a glass containing a liquid that would probably be water. I lifted my glass to follow suit. What was inside of me was water. Some people say that I can't drink alcohol because I'm working, but I'm sure you took care of me because I'm a child. Grantz has already brought the food to his mouth whilst saying fugafuga.

Ah, there are chopsticks. Is this Japanese-style? I don't know what it means to be different.

Hmm, it's only close to the sea and the material is very fresh. I can't stand the crunchy texture of the sashimi. The sweetness is enhanced by the flavor and saltiness of the slightly shaken algae salt.

There is a fragrant fragrance from the tide. I wonder if you bake the ara and then stock it up. Maybe it's a sea bream fish ara. The blue scent of parsley vanilla is also elegant, simple saltiness but delicious.

This oil used to simmer oil... is it olives? It seems that this country has vegetable oils that are not palms. I definitely want this. It seems to go well with ketchup. Let's take it home as a souvenir. And seedlings, if possible.

The green and white seaweeds used in the salad look like wakame buddies. It matches the sweetness of the shrimp and the sourness of the sauce to the strange, crispy texture of a stem wakame.

An unexpectedly delicious ende dish. The center of the seafood is the same as the Mermaids of Long Island, but I feel that this is more laborious.

While eating, Grandpa talks to Fugafuga and Dawson. I'm not eavesdropping, but let's use physical enhancement to listen. Sometimes there's important information in casual conversations.

"(Dad, I opened my sakana. I want to eat oniku) Fugafuga"

"(Father, I'm not your dad. Please be patient with the meat for a while) Lord Face, Your Majesty is very grateful to you for killing the bandits along the way. If you ask me, you're already good enough to be called a senior adventurer at that age. Were you given any special training?

"No, I grew up around the border, so I just naturally wore it...."

What is it?

"(Well then, I'd like to eat oniju. Onju!) Fugafuga"

"(I'll feed you after dinner, so eat now.) Your Majesty is very reliant on the young and talented Lord Face. Thank you for your support."

"... yes, I want to do my best"

What you're talking about is completely different from what you're telling me. I mean...

"(Ok. So, Dad, you haven't eaten yet?) Fugafuga"

"Your Majesty is very pleased."

Grandpa, you were bluffing.

You're struggling, Mr. Dawson. That's bald.