I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire!

When Liam was training, there was also movement in the Banfield family mansion.

"Brian, you're old enough not to see it."

"It's each other."

Brian invited a woman who was familiar with behaving.

Once a woman I knew in a time when the Banfield family was flourishing, she worked in an imperial palace.

He is quite an elite because he was in one of the positions to coach the samurai.

Now retired, but her grandchildren and grandchildren were in that position.

An old woman with a stretched spine, someone who has been watching the Empire for a long time.

The reason Brian invited her like that was because he tried to root out a formatted imperial modus operandi in Liam's mansion.

It's a modus operandi that goes everywhere, and above all, it will be needed in the future.

Anyway, you accept noble children as places of study to get back together with other houses.

Behavioral practices must be taught rigorously.

"Your masters were foolish, except Master Alistair."

"That's a clear word."

Alistair is Liam's great-grandfather.

It is thanks to this figure that the Banfield family once had power.

"But look at the mansion. I get it. Sounds like a kid named Liam isn't a fool. I'll give you all my credit."

"Still tough, huh? But Master Liam is not a fool."

"I decide that. No matter how much martial arts you boast about pirate extermination, it's just a one-handed drop."

Brian asks a woman.

"So, what do you say? Will you take it on?

The woman laughed.

"I thought I was falling short of expectations anyway, and I just came to see your face - I changed my mind. Call all the samurai. I'll work out soon enough."

A woman with a changed face - seeing a new samurai chief, Brian smiles.

"Please. I'm comfortable with you."

"Within ten years, I'll make sure you can accept the children of another house. I'll take care of the mansion. I can't help you with anything else."

It's Liam's job to prepare the facilities and everything else necessary to accept his younger brother.

Tenjo will arrange for the area.

"Enough."

In Brian's reply, the chief samurai expressed interest.

"You look good, and a kid named Liam seems capable enough to expect it. I'm sorry I didn't see you when I went to work."

"It's been another year, but we have two years to come back"

"Where did you keep it?

"It's the Viscount of Lazelle."

Hearing that, the chief samurai showed discomfort.

"Duh, what's up?

"More so than a raisel. Isn't it a house that treats accepting your younger brother like a business? I hear it's popular, but it's not a bunch of houses. Didn't you tell him anything else?

"Unfortunately, there has been and there is no decent edge in our home today"

samurai chief says.

"It's a house that changes treatment by looking at the other person's house. If we think it's in our interest, it's like they're in a good mood without a lot of training. In some cases, you might want to leave it in another house before you go to kindergarten school."

There are some examples where entertainment has made it worse for a child who was serious than before he was sent to training.

The chief samurai had a lot of information because she was on edge with the imperial main star.

"Is it that bad? From what I've looked into, I didn't have a bad reputation?

"I guess the one who puts it out for training, the one who accepts it. But I have a bad reputation on Imperial Ben Star. If I'd known sooner, I could have introduced him..."

The chief samurai regretted it.

Brian, blue-faced, runs to get Liam in touch.

◇

'Dear Liam, what about your life there?

"Living? - Normal? I don't have paperwork, so is it as easy as it gets?

"La, it's easy! - Oh, no. Other than that, have they done anything?

"What is it? Besides, I'm almost at work. If you don't have business, I'll hang up."

'Oh, oh, wait! What is work!?'

"Mining using heavy machinery with resource satellites. Now I'm coming to the resource satellite to find out about labor"

Brian had a blue face.

Is it that weird?

Kurt is dressed in a space suit and he calls out to me.

"Liam, it's time to get together."

"I'm going now. Brian, don't worry - you've been praised for your skill in manipulating heavy machinery."

Brian said something, but it's rally time, so I finished communicating.

◇

"Master Liam. Ah! No. That's wrong! It's not the work of the Earl's owner, like mining on a resource satellite!

The chief samurai supported Brian, whose correspondence was cut off and he was about to fall in regret.

"Hold on!

"So, but only array of funds and resources are available, and this treatment is too harsh. Protest. We need to hurry up and protest and get the Viscounts to improve."

But the chief samurai stops it.

"You can't do that."

"Why? This is unacceptable."

"No, it's more convenient. It's good to know what kind of life the people live as we hear more about it later. Besides, I also liked the way he was training without rotting. I'll give you a mediocre rating from all fools."

Brian is wiping his tears.

"I can't forgive the Viscount for treating our dear Liam like that."

"I agree with that. However, learning something at the place of study also involves the qualifications of the person. It could have been a nice place for her."

Seeing Liam, who seemed to have a lot of fun, Brian thought that was the only way to save him.

It's just that.

I'm not talking about not thinking anything about the House of the Viscount of Raisel.

The chief samurai was laughing.

"Interesting lord. I like it - let's just say I'm serious, too."

◇

Work in space.

Getting on a heavy machine and doing mining work I was frustrated with working in a larger, hard-to-move space suit.

"This smells like sweat. Too old-fashioned at last."

When you are complaining, Kurt, who works the same, replies.

'Right. The people work in bad environments.'

There's nothing to think of in itself.

I was in a much worse environment in my last life, too.

I have no sympathy.

"But it stinks."

"I agree with that, though."

It's a far heavy machine to the mannequin, scraping rocks.

Carry it and throw it into the machine to collect resources.

I lived like this for three months.

"Damn, are the people on the ground partying by now"

There aren't many parties we can attend.

It takes place about once a month to learn how to do it, but drinks and dishes are out of hand.

By contrast, the privileged people who remain on the ground can enjoy a real party.

'I'd rather be this way instead. You don't like parties.'

Unlike me, Kurt is a bad lord of the drawstring type.

I want to pull it off too, but I love parties.

Luxurious meals and drinks on taxes are good.

"You as a nobleman. Is that all right with you? Enjoy the party. If it's like that now, it's gonna be tough if we go to a bucket party."

"I don't think a bucket party has anything to do with being my parents' character."

There's a format for a bucket party.

It's really hard to do that.

The same goes for those who participate, but the organizers themselves demand the corresponding strength.

I want to throw a bucket party someday, too.

Talking about it - time to finish the work comes.

As we finish and try to get up, the instructor who was escorting us aboard the manoeuvring knight calls out.

'Liam, you're really good with heavy machinery. If you're in trouble, you can get us a job.'

I'll tell you a joke, so I gave it back.

"At that time, please. As a former Count, promise me you'll treat me well. Includes a three-meal nap is mandatory."

'Fine. I'll think about it. But be prepared for low wages.'

"I hate that."

With such a joke, I went back to the ship.

◇

- That's crazy.

The roof of the Viscount's mansion.

The conductor who checked Liam's situation there had doubts about the situation.

"How does that sound like fun? You could be dissatisfied with this treatment."

The gold and supplies that Liam has piled up are in the hands of others.

Liam seems to enjoy being treated worse than he was supposed to be.

To the conductor, I can't wait to see that.

Liam is fun because he's not.

Besides, my chest hurts.

My hands and feet are getting paralyzed.

"To this extent, nothing can be done. We have to do something and push Liam to the bottom of his misfortune. Damn it - what the hell am I supposed to do?

Things don't get better at all.

The conductor thinks about his next hand - he's lost a lot of power, so there's not much he could do.

"Don't you have any hands? Something..."

Then, the peter enters his sight.

Even though it was the Viscount's mansion, he acted as if it were his own.

"All right, use him to get Liam. - No. He can't beat Liam."

He was a guide who would give up as soon as he saw the peter.

"What can I do? How the hell can I make Liam unhappy!

The conductor was in regret and tears.

◇

- The next day I was also doing mining work.

That's the time.

Don't let the white light tickle you.

I saw a white light on the monitor.

There is no response to the instrument, is that a mistake?

That's what I think - I hit something on the fuselage.

If you go outside concerned and see how it goes, it is the pendant that was there.

"What?"

I guess it was a debris.

Having picked up a beautiful pendant for so long, I felt like I got it.

"Mine work isn't so bad."

The use of gold is also a high point.

Put it in my pocket and I'll get back to work.

◇

University of the Imperial Capital Star.

Gathered in Tia's room was a party of the hometown people who lead college life together.

College students studying from the Banfield family territory gather and enjoy a home party.

Tia read the regular contact with the terminal and exhaled.

"What's going on, Tia?

A friend calls out.

A friend who survived hell with me.

"The Banfield family fleet has been active in pirate hunting."

Pirates publicly proclaim their wallets Liam's army regularly hunts pirates.

Sometimes the peripheral lords ask me to go out.

It was a communication that I made it a success.

"Which fleet?

"First fleet. You got a supercrossbow from Master Liam, so you're stuck."

The admiral has got a high-performance battleship strained.

I don't complain because I know how it feels in itself.

The reason I exhaled...

"Be a knight soon - I want to destroy pirates."

Everyone at this party went through those hellish days.

Some humans were imprisoned by other pirates, but everyone felt the same way.

A friend says with a smile.

"I get it. I get it, Tia! But now let's do our best to qualify as knights. We need to get ready before Liam gets here."

"It is. I know I want to destroy the pirates with this hand."

A new body I got - a new life.

It's all for Liam.

That is the common perception of all.

Inside the room, there are footage of Liam in the wall slamming into the air.

There were also a number of 3D footage available, and it was a home party held in that.

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Viscount Raisel family.

"A fanatic?

"Yeah. My dad was born with a mobile knight who raised his martial arts. I'm a celebrity among motorized knights."

Listening to Kurt in his room, he became a fanatic.

With the advent of a knight I admire, he seems to be stepping in to want to work under it.

I have trouble getting people together the other way around.

Given the size of the Count family, there are still not enough people.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"It's a big problem!

Kurt's already excited to talk to me.

"My father certainly doesn't look bad. But it's not an idol."

If you could show me the pictures, the appearance that felt sinister was that of a man in his thirties.

Sure, it's not idle.

"And yet, the photo album was released sometime ago."

"Huh?"

"The paperwork also had my father's signature, so I think he signed it by mistake. I've had a lot of trouble with paperwork, and I don't often look inside just writing autographs."

As for the unimportant documents, they seem to have signed with very little look at the contents.

It wasn't like there was any expense, and my guys said it was no problem, so I signed and my photo album was on sale.

Normal life is recorded and there are edited videos out there - my men buy that.

It can also be sold in the territory.

I've made a profit that I can't fool around, and the baron can't pull it off and seems to be selling those goods one after the other.

Crying and selling, Kurt was telling the truth.

- That's what I'm talking about.

Kurt suddenly began to depress.

"Oh, oh."

In your case, you can sell it because it's a beauty. I thought so, but when I say it, I'll keep my mouth shut because I'm going to be angry again.

Still, I don't feel like the guy who buys his old man's sea bread look.

- You're scared of fanatics.