Isekai Ryouridou

Larvis' parents returned their souls eighteen years ago. It was when Larvis was four.

The reason, he said, was epidemic disease. Larvis was separated from his parents, not knowing how, and a few days later, he was to be told that they had died.

Larvis' parents served in the mansion of the Iron Fixture Store Granal. His father was a guardian and his mother a small-timer. They were told that they met at Granal's mansion and gave them a wedding while being blessed around them.

But there was no better reason for Larvis to be kept in this mansion than for his parents to return their souls. Instead of working powdered themselves, their parents were given a place to live in the corner of the mansion. It could not have worked the same for Rabbis, who was only four years old, and it should have been appropriate to be kept in an orphanage or something if it had been.

It was Amelia, Grandnal's companion, who bent it and begged me to keep Larvis in the mansion.

Amelia was cordial with Larvis' mother, and she strongly persuaded her husband, Granal, that she couldn't think of leaving the child alone.

Of course, Larvis didn't understand those circumstances at the time at all. However, the night after his parents' funeral, he was invited to come to Amelia and was just told to live in this mansion in the future.

"Your mother did a very good job. You don't have to worry about anything, so stay with us, Larvis."

That's what I said, Amelia hugged Larvis' body.

Larvis, who had not even been able to correctly recognize the fact that his parents were dead yet, was finally to shed tears by then. I just couldn't tell myself to the end if I was crying with the sadness of losing my parents or if I was crying with Amelia's warmth punched in the chest.

Amelia was a very beautiful woman. Granal was a late marriage, so he was also a young companion over the age of ten. At the time Larvis' parents were gone, she should have been only eighteen.

Apparently he came from a more southern country, with rare dark brown hair around here. The people of the south all have white skin, so that seemed to highlight how beautiful Amelia's hair was.

However, Amelia was not very physically sturdy. Originally, he was a lot skinny as a people of Jagal, and walking for a long time would immediately cause eyesight and fever. Especially since he doesn't like the sunlight, he always wore a hat with a big twist when he went outside.

Originally the people of Jagal do not like the sunlight. When anyone goes outside, if they don't apply the medicine oil from Panem's sap to their skin, they will soon become red flames. I hear the hateful Sim people say with that fact, "It is a curse that has taken our homeland". The people of Jagal were originally a clan born in the North, but it was their claim that they drove the people of Sim to the East in order to plunder the fertile lands of the South.

Whatever its authenticity, the people of the south are vulnerable to strong sunshine. Amelia is, among other things, weak. The only fact Larvis would know was that.

Also, since Larvis began to stay in the mansion alone, there have been fewer and fewer opportunities to face Amelia.

The reason is because Amelia was pregnant with a child.

Amelia, who was originally weak, had had difficulty walking outside and was drawn to her bedroom.

But I couldn't help but mourn it for Larvis.

Larvis had to be of more use than staying in this mansion.

By working, man can have a warm meal and a bed. Larvis was supposed to bite that fact off at just four years old.

Most of them are known for the work they can perform on four-year-olds. Rather, Larvis was treated as a disturber wherever he went. The servants may have been in the mood to work a four-year-old child, but if I tried Larvis, I was comfortable as if I was being trampled on in my resolve. Driven by helplessness, the day went on to wet the pillow with tears for a while.

Still, Larvis tried desperately to find a job. It was Amelia who left me in the mansion. If I look impudent, Amelia could be blamed by Granal. Such a thing could never have been forgiven.

I washed dishes and iron pans after meals, loosened the feed that Totos eats, and took on whatever work I could do. In doing so, the servants no longer jerk off Larvis, but turn me around for an easy job. That was really just a job that anyone could clean up in one hassle, but Larvis worked hard. Only then did Larvis get a restful sleep after working neatly all day and not being left with a drop of power. Now that I think about it, maybe that's how Larvis was making me sad about losing my parents.

So, not long after a few months - on the silver moon, when Larvis turned five, the sons of Granal and Amelia were finally born.

The baby was a girl.

Granal wanted a boy, but still seemed sincerely happy. The baby, with his father's conceded crisp green eyes, was named Dial.

"Please help this child, Larvis"

As she lay on the sleeping table, Amelia said so.

Amelia, who had just finished giving birth, was badly done, but her tender eyes were no different.

Even after the birth, Amelia went on in her bedroom. Poor postpartum fatigue prevented him from walking outside.

It is at best half a moon that Larvis can face. Larvis continued to work even as his best wishes for happiness in that half month.

Also, when I had time, I visited my nanny for a moment to watch Dial develop. There was nothing Larvis could do, but he couldn't keep Amelia's words to himself. Fortunately, DIAL was healthier in itself, growing faster every time I saw it.

"Dial, do you know how to pretend?

One day, Larvis had told his nanny that.

Dial's hair was a mixture of dark brown and light brown. Overall, it was a really strange shade of light brown with a bunch of dark browns intersecting by the way.

"Really hey. I've never seen hair this color before. But the light brown looks just like Granal, and the dark brown looks just like Amelia."

Nanny was laughing when she said that.

Indeed its dark brown hue looked just like Amelia's hair. To Larvis, that was what made me feel terribly happy.

Eventually, when Dial got a little bigger, Larvis had more time to take care of him. Dial was such an active child that he was left in the hands of his nanny.

"I'm so glad you had Larvis. I've never seen a kid so handy."

When the nanny blurred like that, Dial twisted you with his often glowing eyes. You still don't know what the word means, but it was eye-catching to blame for the nanny.

"Oh, my God, you know what I'm saying. I don't want to tell your husband, Dear Deal."

The nanny cheeked lovingly as she held Dial. As I complained, the nanny was merciful enough of this dial as well. While he was a very laborious baby, Deal was adorable enough to make up for it.

Fortunately, Deal also nostalgic for Larvis.

When my hair was pulled by force, etc., my hands seemed to come out unexpectedly, but when I saw my hair that looked exactly like Amelia's, I was able to calm down. Also, Dial's face, laughing fun, was also adorable without a multiplier.

(Originally, it's Granal, but I wonder if it's Amelia.)

Thinking of such a thing as blurry, Larvis was to spend time with Dial.

Then three years later, Amelia conceived her child again.

It's the year Larvis turned eight and Dial turned three.

It was about the arrow tips that finally got Amelia well and allowed her to enjoy an outdoor walk at times.

As a Grand Nal, I guess I wanted a heir at all costs. Granal was a merchant who made so much money in one generation. It was too late to give you a wedding because you were obsessed with business. Before I got old, it seemed to me that the desire to let my child take over the business was an extremely natural story as a parent.

Besides, Granal was drowning in a young and beautiful Amelia. That's why I decided to wait for Amelia to get better and rub my next child. Larvis guessed so, of course, after the aftermath, but it was certain that Granal had taken into account the body of his companion above all else.

but for Larvis and Deal at the time, it was an extremely ungrateful situation.

Amelia is finally feeling better, and now she's in her bedroom again. Among other things, young Deal had often had eclampsia and sinking because of the sarcasm of not seeing his mother.

"Larvis, I'll ask Dear Dear Deal again when I'm done with my salary. I'm not completely out of my control anymore."

The nanny seemed troubled.

Larvis had grown larger and was now entrusted with salary scales and loading. And in between, it was customary to take care of Dial.

"Dear Dear Dear Dear Deal, how about a treat?

As Larvis walked into the room, something soft hit him in the face. It is a doll of caron, rubbed with cloth. Teng himself, who threw it, was "uh-huh" in the room where he could scatter all he wanted.

"Larvis, no! What about you?

"Lady Amelia is resting in her room. This is the most important time."

Dial let his little hands and feet bulge as he "uh-huh".

Long, still-haired hair is tied in two by the neck. Even though his face was so adorable, his eyebrows must have been hoisted.

"Until Amelia gets better, I'll deal with her. Do you want to play with dolls?

"No! Come on, Asobu's!

Fluffy, large tears spilled out of Dial's eyes.

Even though his face remains angry, his tears spill in a pompous way. In a three-year-old, it was only natural that he could not control the sarcasm of not seeing his mother.

(... I lost my parents when I was four)

Thinking of it that way, Larvis' chest hurt like it would draw.

Back then, I was also weeping like every night, beaten by the sadness of losing my parents, the sarcasm of not seeing Amelia, and my helplessness. With the tears of Deal younger than that in his eyes, Larvis was irresistibly disturbed.

"... Amelia should also be looking forward to a day when she will be able to play with Deal. Please, until then, be patient."

The voice that told him so also shivered faintly.

Dial, who was bulky and rampant, rounds his eyes properly.

"... Larvis, you don't?

"No. I'm not crying"

Larvis proceeded to walk to Deal and broke his knee.

Take the woven fabric off the table and let it soak up Dial's tears. Meanwhile, Deal was staring at Larvis' face.

"... Dial, I want to see you again."

"Yes. When you're feeling better, you can play. Amelia cares about Deal more than anything else."

When Larvis told him so, a new tear dripped down Dial's cheek, which he had cleansed because of it.

Dial puts his little arm down and comes cuddling Larvis' neck.

"I'm sorry, Larvis"

I didn't know what the apology was for, but Deal's body was very warm. It was as warm as Amelia once held me a young Larvis.

So Larvis, too, spilled tears without being able to reveal them.

Since then, Larvis has been called more often by nannies than ever before. Dial began to call Larvis by name.

But Deal's seizure in front of Larvis was almost gone. Being so healthy remained the same, but he stopped crying and whining in any way.

"You'll be busy with you, I'm sorry. I'll tell your husband to take off his salary."

"No, because this is my job too"

Larvis had not forgotten Amelia's words. "Please help this child, Larvis," even the sound of that gentle voice, I remember clearly. If I could comfort Deal's heart at all, I would not have had more joy than that.

Do the chores of the mansion from morning to evening, and in between, take care of Dial. Those days went on for a long time. If I did poorly, it could have lasted for a few years or so. That was because the day when Amelia would be well was hard to come by.

The second child was born safely. But since the child was also a girl, Amelia was to be living with the child again two years later. Dial and Larvis' hearts were never filled as they tended to stick to their bedrooms again for the two years until then.

Also, because the nanny was full of hands because she raised a second baby, Larvis spent so much longer with Dial.

The third child was born when Larvis was eleven and Dial was six years old.

The child was also a girl, and Granal's mansion was to have three loving sisters.

Granal seemed to give up the boy here.

For after giving birth to as many as three children, Amelia's power has finally been exhausted.

At that time, Amelia was only 25 years younger, but she was tempted by a doctor to say that any further maternity was dangerous. It was the early-eared nanny who taught it to Larvis.

"I can't believe I inherited it, 'cause I just need to take my son-in-law. It's a big deal to be given three sisters who are so energetic and loving."

That's what the nanny said, she was laughing.

As for Larvis, he just waited for the day for Amelia to get better as soon as possible.

But here, there was to be no small change in Larvis' life.

Dial, who turned six, was to attend the school building.

"Merchants also need to learn. There's so much to remember about reading, writing and calculating."

Granal said so, apparently.

Dial, who was asked about it, had swept up his cheeks.

"Huh. If you went to school, you wouldn't be able to play with Larvis."

At noon one day, Dial was so blurred. My hair was long enough to take on my back and my face was becoming more and more like a daughter, but the place where I was right and healthy had not changed at all.

"That's right! Shouldn't Larvis go to the school building, too? Larvis hasn't even learned to read, write or compute because he's been working since he was a kid, has he?

"To a servant, such training would not be necessary. You're going to have to spend a lot of money going to school, so you're just wasting copper coins."

"Because I'm bored alone! If you tell Dad, he'll pay about the tuition!

Since about this time, Deal has been calling his father "father" instead of "father". Granal seemed to want to raise his child as polite as a nobleman, but it would not have fitted the temperament of Dial at all.

"Dad always praises Larvis. She's only eleven years old, and she's so solid! So if Larvis wants to go to the school building too, he'll give you about the tuition!

"But... servants don't get a chance to read, write, or do calculations. Then Master Granal will not accept it."

"Then why don't you just offer to help your father with his business? And then you're gonna need to read, write, and calculate, right?

"I have no merchant's talent or dust."

Speaking that way, Larvis was to hold his mouth.

Dial said, "What's going on?" and he embarks on himself.

"... no, it's nothing"

"It's nothing, is it? If you think of anything, let me know."

Dial was starting to call himself "me" for some reason. It may have imitated Larvis at an early age, but it was originally a fairy tale that made the nanny read, etc., but it had the same temperament to admire princes, brave men, not princesses or fairies.

"Until you let me hear it, I'm not returning Larvis! If you don't tell me soon, I'm gonna get more and more jobs, okay?

Laughing with a petty face, Deal comes rocking Larvis' shoulder. Larvis was supposed to confess to the sigh.

"I just... think I want to learn more than I want to learn"

"What do you want to learn? What the hell do you want to learn?

Dial embarks on himself with his eyes shining in curiosity. Larvis replied, staring back at his eyes as beautiful as its jade.

"It's... swordsmanship. I've always admired swordsmanship because my father was a guardian."

"Swordsmanship? Heh, yeah! Surely Larvis is tall and powerful!

So Dial spread his grin as bright as the sun to the full.

"Then I'll ask your father from me! I don't know where you learn swordsmanship, but you can handle it as long as you have copper coins!

"Oh, please don't. Then I will buy Lady Granal unhappiness."

"Fine, fine! Leave it to me!

That's how Deal jumped out of the room.

Between then and night, Larvis was to do his job with a grudge. Granal was such a tough master that there was no mercy for servants who had rough-phased him. In my seventh year of working at this mansion, I was finally going to be able to turn that anger on Larvis as well.

"Rabbis, I hear you want to learn swordsmanship."

That night, Larvis was summoned to Granal's bedroom to be questioned as such.

Instead of Granal, Amelia is smiling softly with the three fresh-born women in her hand. Larvis was in the mood to disappear and disappear, wondering if he would be reprimanded in front of Amelia, who could see the crackle.

"... I have told Dear Dear Deal a wording that doesn't make me feel as good as I am, and I reflect deeply. I encourage you to work more than ever, please forgive me, Master Granal."

"So the words you told Dial were bullshit?

Granal had a fat eyebrow. Green eyes, very similar to those of Dial, glow brightly.

"It's not bullshit...... I think it was a disproportionate word"

"So you're seriously willing to learn swordsmanship?

Granal wandered his lower jaw covered by a loose beard.

"But you're only eleven years old. If you want to learn swordsmanship, have the guards who live in this mansion look at your arms first. If that's what you want, I'll hire a swordsman as a guide."

Larvis was going to lose his word.

Amelia smiles at Larvis like that.

"Your father also hears that the arms of the sword were considerable. Protect us like your father, too, Larvis."

"Ha, yes...... ho, are you sure...?

"First, have a look at your arms. Without qualities, it's useless to learn anything."

So Larvis was forced out of the room.

As I walked down the corridor with no idea, a dial with a candlestick showed up.

"Hey, how'd it go? Dad, you're letting me learn swordsmanship?

"Di, Dear Dial, what the hell is this all about? How could Grandnal do swordsmanship to me and others..."

"You know, my dad was blurry about when. Look at that Guardian, at his feet! …. When I heard about it, the Guardian who asked me to be his escort filled me with copper coins."

Granal has gone all the way out to the spare town to get the business story going. In doing so, they hire Guardians, mercenaries, etc., to serve as escorts.

"That's why I told you. If Larvis gets swordsmanship, he won't have to hire a Guardian! So, when Larvis told me he wanted to learn swordsmanship himself, he looked a lot harder and thought about it."

"Well, is that all you're saying, Master Granal, that you acknowledge? If you call in a swordsmanship guide or something, that's what you're going to need..."

"At first, so did my father, though. But if Larvis worked as an escort, you'd end up cheap, wouldn't you? I think I made a move when I explained."

That's what I said, and Dial laughed when he dulled.

"All you have to do is work hard on Larvis! I'm here for you so you can be a fine swordsman!

"... why? Dear Deal originally invited me to his school building."

When Larvis asked as such, Dial narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Well, it's boring to go to school alone. But I want Larvis to do what he wants. I'd be so happy if Larvis' wish came true."

It was, as if, a gentle smile as Amelia.

Larvis lets one sigh as he is swept through his chest by an unidentified emotion.

"Dear Dear Deal, you will be a fine merchant. I can't believe I'm only six years old enough to talk about Master Granal."

"Eh heh. Well, I'm a merchant! I'll do my best to be a good merchant, so do my best to make Larvis a good swordsman too!

"Yes, I encourage you not to waste Dear Deal's courtesy"

Larvis knelt on the floor and made him swear as such.

From the side, it could only have seemed like children playing with each other. But Larvis was serious, and Dial didn't try to laugh at it either, by his six-year-old master and 11-year-old squire, which was a sacred vow ritual.