It looked so familiar to the face of a woman named Naje.

As I ask, he greets me into the house with a pompous look at first, then a strange, but haunting grin.

I felt strange. This is not the case with the old inhabitants who treat me without fear, except for the young children and the soldiers of the leadership.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What can I do for you?"

"Oh, that's it, Naje..."

The village chief gave me an explanation for Naje. I've been giving you a lot of attention, and on the contrary, I can draw this one's attention. But because of that, Naje's reaction to listening was very easy to understand.

He was a little embarrassed when he asked me to get along with Gunter and honestly told me that he admired him while showing me how much he cared about me. But then, as soon as the village chief confirmed the marital status in a slightly relieved manner, the condition disappeared as if it had been smashed.

"Uh... me and Mr. Gunter, getting married? is...... eh?

Me and the village chief look each other in the face to Naje, who half-heartedly asks back like that.

She's supposed to be a party, but she doesn't know the story. For the first time in its perplexity, it was clear that the lies were not mixed.

... then it is her father who should listen.

Arxian civil marriage laws vary from territory to territory. The Count of Teresia and I have made a new provision for the compilers of the villages who live under the agreement of the two married persons to prepare a notification of the marriage and submit it to the Lords after signing both.

However, the law prior to the revision was based on the aristocratic matrimonial law, and the consent required for marriage did not belong to the two marrying persons, but to the person who would be the husband and to the parent or guardian who would be the wife.

"Village chief, who came to ask you to draw up a marriage certificate?

"... Speaking of which, he was Naje's father. also, sorry, my lack of confirmation..."

"No, parents unconditionally become proxies for their children. You are not responsible at the time of the preparation of the marriage certificate."

The problem is not that Naje's name was signed to the marriage certificate. If Naje doesn't know, then that signature is forged... at that point, it will touch the law.

"Um... me, what can I do,"

You guessed the outline of the story, and to Naje, who blues his face. I grabbed that shoulder softly, "I'm fine".

"You're not bad on this matter...... more on the victim's side if you say they forged your signature. I don't know if it's Gunter, or your father, or both, but to whoever forges the signature, you have the right to hope for punishment. Never Wanted"

Well, it would be my discretion not to punish my father, but to have him go through discussions at home.

Naje nodded with an unclear look like she understood me. Well, if you can decide it won't matter.

"In the meantime, speak to your father..."

That's when I cut it out.

Picon! and I thought that Raswiwok, who was sleeping in the corner, had suddenly raised his face, rushed out toward the properly empty front door.

"Hey Naje, are you... whoa!? Raswiwok!!?

That's how I jumped to hang both of those forelegs on Gunter's shoulder, which I had just visited at this time.

Whether Gunter flips back without the art of exchange.

Wahun, and he sounded gladly at Raswiwok, and Gunter rose up and saw us in the house with a pompous face.

"What? Why are you all that kid, you mean, village chief?

"Uh, Gunter, you've come to the right place. Sorry about the confusion, but there must be a snowsnake in that backpack before I have to ask you a few questions. Will you sell it?"

Russywok is pressing his nose tip against a bag hanging on Gunter's back as he rings to strongly contract with Kee-woo. That reaction is when you want a snow snake that is a complete favorite.

Gunter remains a rare, intermittent, puzzled face, "Oh, oh...?" and took the white snake out of the bag. Hmm, the one who stays alive. It's overwinter, and would you value it a little higher?

Snow snakes are rare after a snowmelt. I don't know if it's true what they say about eating snow, but it comes down the Black Mountains (Amon Noir) with snow, and most of it disappears before the snow melts. The occasional spring snow snake found is fat and delicious, although the beauty of the scales falls slightly.

"Raswiwok, you, you're not always snacking on Gunter like this, are you?

Keep the nail stabbed by a werewolf dragon who swings his tail happily as he receives the snow snake. Raswiwok's ears lay down to him, and Gunter laughed bitterly at the edge of his sight.