I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"What, Carlos is alive?

"At least until a few days ago, when I got the request. And it still seemed like it would take years to die of aging."

I explained that to Viscount Marial von Reifel.

No, Pocky, an hour ago, I'm not saying 'alive' or anything irresponsible because that's not even a zero possibility. It's not strange when an old body passes away in trivial cuts.

I let him drink the potion just in case, so I think he'll be fine.

And now the 'investigation phase' is over, and finally the 'stage of revenge'.

"I fulfill a request from Carlos. Can you help me?

Kokokokokokokokoko

All right, here we go.

I'm not asking a human to help me.

This is a request from Carlos. for the former Viscount, who was your master, and this girl.

So there's no way Marial, now Viscount Raifel, or the rest of us can get involved. Only those who are in the same position as Carlos and have the same thoughts are involved.

"Now let me see the dogs kept here"

"... what is that..."

"Creepy......"

One dwelling, viewed with disgust and fear.

It was a somewhat luxurious, albeit uncharacteristically, residence, as inhabited by slightly wealthy merchants and tittless nobles.

Yes, there's no such thing as a philosophy.... If there were not many crows swarming above the roof, trees, and walls as surrounding its dwelling, and numerous dogs sitting along the outer circumference of the walls, we would be talking about...

"Damn, what the hell! How come crows and dogs surround this house! Did someone harass you and sprinkle it with bait!

Aragon von Reifel.

Marial's father's brother, or Viscount Raifel's. He is the second son of earlier generations and hits Marial's uncle. He is now 28 years old. Because Marial's father was a little separated from him, he is 14 years old compared to Marial, who was a child when his father was 20 and is now 14 years old.

In aristocratic marriages, the age difference is over twenty years, etc., in Zara. And not uncommon, such as the marriage of my uncle and niece. Especially if you are protecting your home's blood muscles or have various thoughts......

No matter how aristocratic, the second son, who does not succeed the governor, is merely a 'spare', and his meaning as a 'spare' is greatly diminished at the time of his successor, the eldest son, becoming a son.

Of course if it was a boy who was born, but even if it was only a girl, that doesn't make much difference. In that case, it is only good to welcome as son-in-law those who are less than the second son of some aristocracy, and the hopeful will arrive. I can also connect with that main house, so it's not bad as a political marriage.

So, in case anything happened to the eldest son, the Viscount Raifel family should naturally have taken his son-in-law to Marial in that way as well.

Neither Marial, who can choose a son-in-law with good character, character and appearance among many hopefuls, nor the Viscount Reyfel family, who gains a strong connection with the powerful Countess, can make his son, who does not succeed to the title, the son-in-law of the future Viscount Princess, and Row (Yu) Kuku is perfectly fine as the main house on the son-in-law side, where his grandson becomes the Viscount Princess.

The eldest son of the Raifel family was resourceful and healthy, and Marial was also a beautiful and wise girl. Whether the two children grow up healthy or in the unlikely event that one of them falls into an accident or illness, the Viscount Raifel family is Antai. If it stays that way, we can all be happy.... Yes, 'everyone' but my uncle Aragon, who did not succeed to the title and had no choice but to be a military or a bureaucrat.

And I struck out, a generation of great battles.

Hire a dark spot, murder a brother and his wife and a nephew. And he said, "My brother had asked me to marry him in case something happened to us," and my niece, who was only fourteen years old.

In anticipation of my niece, who was a 'good boy' who loved and respected her parents, would not go against the word......

And as you can imagine, in a few moments, my niece Marial will receive a fifteen-year-old adult, and at the same time she plans to be in the preparations for the marriage. And to the head of the Viscount Raifel family myself......

If normal, the entering son-in-law does not inherit the title, but is merely the 'spouse of the Viscount'. Otherwise, on divorce or when his wife dies and remarries, unblooded red others will inherit the title.

But not this time. And Aragon shall have the right to inherit the title: and if his brother's blood be cut off, the title shall come round about in Aragon. So no matter what happens to Marial, it's not a problem at all.

In fact, the raid planned to wipe out all of the brother families, including Marial. That led to one being taken away because Marial was not accompanied, but as it turned out, that was fine.

Young and beautiful girl, it, too, ravages that hateful brother's daughter, who made herself feel inferior and scratched everything for her title and fortune, to serve herself, the vengeance of her family. Its abusive coma (kura) delight had an unspeakably sweet scent.

If you were rejected, you could kill me. Also, hire the dark side. Even in that case, the title rolls into itself. In that case, Aragon could afford it.

Exactly what keeps the case going for a short period of time is problematic, but it is only if Marial gets married and there is an 'accident' by the time she becomes a child. In addition, even after the birth of a child, it is only necessary for the child to be involved in an accident with him. My son-in-law, who does not draw the blood of the Raifel family, has no inheritance rights...

But those thoughts also became unnecessary because, as expected, Marial accepted her marriage to herself. There is nothing wrong with it, because the first and second order of succession of the Viscount family marries.

A few more months.

After a few more months, if Marial welcomes a 15-year-old adult...

This is where I was having such heartbreaking days.

"What the hell... Not even on edge..."

And the unusual appearance of daily interrogation became a rumor that added speculation and spread to us again.

"House surrounded by massive crows and dogs"

"Isn't it the residence of a witch or a demon?"

"Isn't it inhabited by those who made a covenant with the devil..."

In addition, information is added by those who make sense of the situation.

"of the aristocracy that lives there, it seems that the brother and his wife and son were killed"

"They're going to marry the only remaining, 14-year-old girl who's heir to the throne and become son-in-law..."

"Hey, no way..."

"Which use are those crows and dogs? The devil, or the brother and his wife..."

And the house is increasingly painted with crow and dog faeces.

Not only the crows and dogs surrounding them, but also the crows who have deliberately flown from elsewhere and the dogs who have walked with Tokotoko shit in that house and leave. Seeing it, no one doubted that there was something unnecessary involved. Anyway, because this is a world where the presence of a goddess is a 'strict fact'...

"Working hours today, it's over! Give me my reward!

"Yes, sir. So, this is finely chopped meat, bread and corn. I left the finely chopped meat in a fatty spot. And for taking it back to the nest, it's in a bag so it's easy to carry."

"Oh, you're a big service! All right, I'll work hard tomorrow!

With great joy, the crow starts eating. Many of our friends have already eaten, and next to them there are bags for takeaways.

(If you bring this back, my wife and the baby glass won't complain. Really good job, or found a good feeding ground...)

The crow, hoping this job would last as long as possible, did not expect anyone living in that house to endure it for that long. And starting tomorrow, there will be a little more requests.

(I have more work to do from tomorrow, but it looks fun, so no. Plus, you're more than welcome to rank bait!

And the dogs who come all the way, led by three dogs.

"Good luck! Go eat your stomach. Nice to see you tomorrow!

The three dogs that have led the way, ignoring the bait, are on the girl's side. And the other dogs, after they bowed their heads to the dust, began to feed.

The look on the faces of the three dogs on the girl's side against the dogs who feed on their ease (relaxation) was rude. Yes, that was as if standing in front of a big bear to protect his husband.