This matter is a little scattered, so I want you to stay away from the snow tree by yourself.
I talked to Jamil like that, and in the meantime, I decided to introduce my second son to Jamil as an onion.
It's a favorite of Kikunoi's curry, and since he makes shochu, he might even think of a sake snack that needs spices.
You just got a letter from him, didn't you?
The second son is the second son of the Duke of Stauffen.
I heard my stupid brother came back to his senses.
It was written lightly, but I received a very polite letter of apology.
My second son's grandfather, the former Duke of Stauffen, raised the current Duke of Stauffen very harshly. I consoled myself as if my real father hadn't cared for me, and I raised my second son as if I were growing up again. On the other hand, he was very hard on his son, and his second son's father, the current Duke of Stauffen, didn't come to his senses.
But now that the Duke is dead and weighed down, it seems that the Taga has fallen off a lot and is running to play with the women. It is said that my half-sister and half-sister are made of oysters.
So, oniisan, the second son, is raised by such a father, and it is a daily tea and rice affair that the son of the family is hardening and falling apart.
That's why I took it for granted that it would be done at the tea ceremony.
But I'm not the one who's at the center of the conversation. Nevertheless, since I am the head of the count's family, I was lucky enough to say that I should respect myself as the eldest son of the duke's family.
Ignored rather than respected. Even a stupid duke who does disrespectful things seems to be around. His Highness Theon, who is trying to carry the house, will turn his back... "
His reputation befell his faction's nobles' homes, and he turned to the faction's family members, “Is your son all right?" It's the end of the story.
Of course, your eldest son was the first to be thunderbolted. Even my second son has already received quite a scolding.
"I have no choice but to touch your anger and destroy you, but I want you to hold it in a way that doesn't make the citizens tired", so I thought it would be hard to tell you that I'm not angry.
Therefore, I admitted that I was not angry, and "I would like you to introduce me to Jamil if there are any unusual spices or things that are used," and I got them delivered to my second son by express via the guild.
Actually, I'm not really mad at you.
I'm not mad, but the Chancellor is mad that his beloved granddaughter is crying.
Anyway, the reply will probably be after tomorrow.
That's why we finished the discussion and promised to let Mr. Jamil know as soon as his second son contacted us.
We go to the bureau.
Mr. Rashid murmured with a bitter face as he took the ponytail of Mr. Regles' riding pony.
"Somehow, it's complicated in an aristocratic house..."
Isn't Rashid's home the same?
Well, I think it's a lot simpler than the nobles of the Empire.
"Hmm, it's not comparable, but Snow Tree is a single clan, right?" An empire is a multi-ethnic nation. From the way of unity of will, there are habits, customs, ideas, political views, and a wide variety of backgrounds that are rooted in ethnic groups, and aristocrats are not even representative of such things, but there are some things that can't be bent because they are embodied to a certain extent. To reach a compromise, you need to repeat the conversation, the conflict, and the compromise. We need to kick our competitors down if we have to. ”
"I see, I was not seen as a competitor of my brothers, so I wonder if I could live in peace..."
"It's not like I'm going to say anything." Because in a harsh environment like a snow tree, it's like fighting just by being alive. "
Even if I told Rasheed with a sinking voice, his face remained bitter. Why do you despise yourself when you find and encourage what you do without undue shortage?
Mr. Rashid, by the way, you have the same illness as me. But maybe it's because I grew up as a youngest child that my younger brother is so strong that I put him in the categories of Regulus-kun and Spin-kun.
"You've worked hard enough to help me with the paperwork at the bureau, right?" If you keep up the good work, it will be easier for me and Louis. "
I-I see? It's a little helpful, isn't it, me?
"You're in charge of sorting the documents that come to me by priority, right? Ms. Louis, I won't let people do what they can't do. Even I am occasionally told, 'You're not quite there yet'."
Huh? Really?
Yeah.
It's a matter of policy, but it's often impossible to reach without money.
Everyone has an insurance system, evacuation drills, and compulsory education.
The school with lunch seems to be within reach now, and it has been opened three times a week since this spring.
But what I can teach you here is reading, writing, computing, and it's a dream of higher education.
The educational curriculum is also in a state of quest.
In addition to the mandatory reading and writing calculations, physical education that combines physical strength to at least be able to escape because it is a region with dungeons, and health, safety and hygiene and initial allowances to avoid getting sick first because there are few doctors.
I'm asking Bradamante and people who have lost their jobs as adventurers.
However, the educational curriculum around here is undergoing a novice course for adventurers, so it might be possible to do it jointly around here.
"I don't want to say much, but even if I do, I want money..."
"You can see people, but you can't see yourself yet."
Huh?
With a big sigh, I heard the voice of Sensei Romanov.
"You said, 'Literacy rate!' It's been less than two years since I said it. After gaining real power, I was able to row to school in an even shorter period of time. Isn't that amazing?"
"But even money isn't that much."
"Two years ago, by now, there was no more. Tax revenues are also increasing. Your life has only just begun, so don't be in a hurry."
Yeah, I guess so.
Until recently, when Regulus became an adult, I was anxious because I thought he had disappeared at that time, but now I have a reason why I have to avoid doing so in any way.
Then you have to act with that long life in mind.
All right.
I slap myself on both cheeks with a squeaky sound.
"It's not the case that you're out of your mind. If you don't, I'll make some money!"
"Yeah, that's the spirit..." Even though you're a prince in shape, sometimes you feel like you're the head of a mercenary somewhere. "
Is that so?
Mr. Romanov, you thought you looked like a son to me. That would surprise me.
Well, if it's just the appearance, I'd be convinced that Rashid is some kind of royalty.
Speaking of which, Kerakera and Rashid laugh.
Where is it?!
"What, the color of your hair?" Also, even the prince of the picture book is not weird about the color of his eyes. The skin color is roughly white. In the nobility, the white skin is more precious. "
Oh, right.
Eh, why white skin?
Mr. Rasheed's face was kissed by Mr. Romanov's companion.
Was Regulus wondering, too? "Why?" And, compared to Rashid-san's skin tone, it's cute.
"That's because white skin is so venous that it means noble people who do not need physical labor."
Huh? I'm working hard, though.
Rasheed-kun, even though it's just me?
Regulus and Rashid twisted their necks as they touched the white skin.
Indeed. This lesson is that we should not judge people by their appearance, right?
As everyone laughed, I felt somehow uncomfortable that Mr. Ifrath's face was slightly tense.