Isekai Ryouridou

Rico and his men came to Genos on the third day - the eighteenth day of the Blue Moon.

As the nobles offered, we were going for the castle town early in the morning.

The facial rash is ten in total: Donda-Lou and his offering Rudd-Lou, Gazran-Rutim as a spectator, Me and Ai-Fa, Michelle and Mime, Rico and Belton and Van Deiro.

After arriving at the castle gate, everyone switches to the same Totos car. Among them, the most anxious face was still Mim.

I can't wait to see why Michelle has to be invited to Castle Town because I don't know why. It was only once that Michelles had been invited to Castle Town, and in doing so, the auditors' dregs were going to say a lot of hard words.

Although I was told beforehand that it wasn't a bad story, I guess I still can't pluck my anxiety. It's a good story for the nobles, but it's not always a good story for the mimes. Instead of Michelle, who was silent with a muffled face, Mim had been depressed without power.

In comparison, Rico has a truly riddled face. You are to be summoned by name by nobles and others who are usually never involved, and that should be what makes you a chunk of anxiety, but I guess you are screwing that with your passion for puppet plays. Her unworthy spiritual power at that young age was obviously seen only because of her hesitation.

We have already accepted Rico's offer from Graf-Zaza and Dari-Sauti. If you have to decide after looking at the finished work, then there is no difference. Once we reached the unveiling stage, the story was told that Zaza and Sautti would also dispatch a prospect from each of them.

Therefore, the rest is how the nobles will come out.

Naturally, I guess Rico is also a tight thought of himself.

By the way, Belton wears a hunting hat deep to hide his expression, and Van-Deiro has a tattered faceless look. In this, only Van-Deiro was supposed to be immune to the nobility.

"... Thank you for waiting. We have arrived in the conference hall."

Eventually the Totos car stops and the door is opened by the martial officer of the guide.

We were led to a meeting hall we were familiar with.

Step through the unpolished corridor and deposit the knife in front of the door. This time, only the offering Rudd-Lou will remain outside the door.

When the door was opened, there, as before, were horizontal tables and chairs prepared.

But this time, more chairs are prepared. Ei-Fa and Mim were talking about freedom, and there was no mention of a prospect, so they would have prepared me extra, even if all nine of them lowered their hips, there was going to be one extra chair.

Then they lose so much that they are told of the coming of the aristocrats.

When we stood up at the behest of our squire, the familiar walked out of the door set on the side of the room.

As Rico tries to break his knee, Malstein, who was leading the way, speaks out "good".

"It's in a meeting or business meeting place, and I don't have the habit of breaking my knee. Make it easier for them."

We sat down again after waiting for the nobles all to calm down.

The formation on the aristocratic side was, as on the previous occasion, seven: Mulstein, Melfried, Polearth, Fermes, Aug, Gemd and the Clerk. Face to face with Malstein and Aug since the masquerade a month and a while ago. Of course only one of his squire, Gemd, did not sit down, and he sat securely behind his master.

"Everyone seems to be breathing, most importantly. The other day, you took care of Gerd with your hospitality."

First of all, Malstein laughed loosely, saying so. Donda-Lou remains silent and nods sneakily.

And here, Fermes smiled gracefully at me. Again, we almost got to sit across the street. Fermes and I had just faced each other at a feast a few days ago, but we still could hardly get used to this beauty.

(Fermes is the one who's going to be able to put up the protagonist of the puppet play.)

While I'm thinking about that, Malstein is laying words on top of each other.

"It's been a sudden convocation, but if there was an errand there, fortunately. I just wanted to get to the agenda, but before I..."

and Malstein set his gaze on the person at the right end.

It was Van-Deiro, whoever was sitting there.

"Is that better Van-Deiro from The Guardian? I am delighted to have been given the good fortune of being known as the Swordsman of War -" The Lion Killer "in the Kingdom of the West."

"... With all due honor, Non is just an old bone who pulled himself out of the Guardian job three years ago. If you're a Kazamatsu now,"

With a faceless expression and a face about halfway between the top of the Buddha, Van Deiro responded to the

Malstein pleasantly, "Hmm," he strokes his moustache.

"It's also quite a pleasure to explore the fact that it's better to act with puppeteers when it's also a bard song. I wonder if the puppeteers there are also tailoring their stories to puppet plays?

"No. Fortunately, I have heard that such a thing was never inherited from my mother either"

"Right. That's a shame. … so time flies, so let's get down to business. I guess we should start by cleaning up from one of the puppeteers brought to us by Forestside chief Donda-Lou"

After stating it that way, Malstein glanced at his reluctant son.

Melfried nods one and then looks around at us standing in line on the spot.

"The situation is heard from the messenger Lyada-Lou. Who are you puppets?"

"Yes," Rico finally bowed.

Melfried holds his grey eyes in place under Rico when moonlight.

"No matter what kind of play a puppet puppet puppets, it's not in our knowledge. Rather than that, it would be the first time you would be guilty when it was content that would harm the prestige of the kingdom.... Nevertheless, I am grateful that Donda-Lou, the chief of the forest side, thought ahead of time to pass through the conversation"

Preceding it that way, Melfried further said.

"If they think naggingly about denigrating our name, it will be seen as a rebellion against the kingdom. Is that too much?

"Yes, I never thought of rebelling against the kingdom to make up the story of Asta. Based on the proclamation that the Lord of Genos has turned to each territory, we intend to spin only the truth."

Even before all this nobility, Rico had nowhere to remember.

Belton is just a pressing face, and Van-Deiro is quietly facing the front. After confirming those appearances as well, Melfried snapped "I see".

"Then I also feel no need to overlap words any more. If you're a forest dweller, you can help your disgusting opponent.... but I just want to make one condition"

"Yes. Is that a condition?

So Melfried pointed his gaze at Fermes.

Fermes smiles fluffily as she lifts her long flax hair.

"I offered you that condition.... When your play was finished, you talked about people by the woods confirming the content before spreading it to the world. In doing so, I would like to invite you to watch your play."

"My play... to your people?

"Yeah. So if there's a problem with the content, before I capture you as a sinner, I might even give you some advice. If you rework the wrong part, you can spread it to the world without worrying."

Rico felt a lot more confused and decided to let his gaze wander.

"Will you put so much effort into this for me and others? I don't know... I'm just scared."

"That's because I recognize the great significance of your deeds. We were also concerned that disturbances between the people of the woods and the Count Turan family were spreading with incorrect content. Unjustly denigrating the Count Turan family is tantamount to denigrating the Selva family that gave it the title."

Rico retightened his expression and nodded "Yes".

Fermes is smiling softly.

"But you're trying to tailor it to a puppet play by asking people directly from the woods, starting with Asta, right? Besides, if the contents of Marquis Genos' proclamation are in order, it will surely be time to spin the right story. If that's how your story will defeat the illusory landscape at all, it can help protect the pride and authority of the kingdom. If it were meant to be, it would be enough to give you a reward... then it could also lead you to suspect the purity of your work this time. It is a muscle of convenience for the aristocrats, made with prizes from the aristocrats - and you wouldn't mean it either."

Rico replied cautiously, "Yes" only.

Fermes nods satisfactorily.

"We want you to spin the story without any evil. On top of that, if you see any misunderstandings or misunderstandings, let us direct you to rework them. So, what do you say?

"Yes, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for your generous offer"

Rico talked about being a born traveler, but he is able to return the words without any real talent. Maybe that was a courtesy to the nobility or a lack of words she had learned from numerous stories.

Either way, the conversation seemed to come together peacefully, so I breathe relief.

In the meantime, Fermes overlapped his words in a very casual manner.

"By the way, your story revolves around the uproar surrounding Count Turan's house, right?

"Yes, that's what I'm thinking"

"So how far are you going to dig when it comes to Asta's qualities?

Rico frowned cursorily, and Ai-Fa let her eyes glow quietly.

"Does Asta's identity mean... he's a Gentile from outside the continent? I don't want to talk about it any more."

"Really? Asta is regarded by astrologers in the east as a" people without stars, "but you're not weighing in there."

"Yes. I had never heard such a story. Is that a reference to a clan in Asta's hometown?

That was an inquiry directed at me, so I let him shake his head "no".

"That seems to be the name of astrologers. I've never heard of it in this land before."

"Really? If you don't want to talk a little bit more, I can't give you a definite answer… maybe you'll dig into that part of my spinning story"

"Well, really?

"Yes, my plays are for the West and the South, so... if we incorporate stories about the East, we risk being repelled by the South."

"I see," Fermes smiled with her eyes narrowed.

It is an ambiguous expression that can both be taken, whether it has appeased or unfortunately.

"Now I'll look forward to seeing what kind of story you make. When is the completion scheduled?

"It will likely take years of training to complete a new play in the true sense of the word… at least in the course of six months, we want to make it as good as you can see"

"Now, for once it's done, please contact us through the Forestside Chieftain as well. May I, Lord Melfried?

Melfried nodded "um," returning his gaze to Donda-Lou.

"As Lord Fermes said, we also have a small interest in this matter. If you need any help, don't hesitate to speak up."

"I accepted," Donda-Lou replied briefly.

In doing so, Rico's offer was accepted by the noble people. Rico remained a tight face and still seemed to have a deep breath of relief.

"One of the puppet cases, then, shall be settled with this. We have an agenda to talk about further with the forest chiefs, so we want them to stay in separate rooms."

As Malstein said, his last name approached Rico and the others.

Rico and the three of them will stand up, give their regards to the noble people, and then leave the room. When the door was closed that way, Malstein once again looked around at us.

"Well, here's the next agenda...... as I was telling you beforehand, it's nothing bad, so I want you to hear it with my intention"

On the other side of Michelle, Mim shuddered her shoulders with a tingle. The opposite eye-fa and gazran-rutim and donda-ru are listening to Malstein with their quiet faces.

In the meantime, Malstein mentioned it in an unforgivable way.

"As they have already heard, we were wondering if we could take the people of the North, who are serving in Turan territory, in Jagal. The messenger finally returned to Genos the other day."

The unexpected words struck me as breathtaking.

The Ai-Fa and Donda-Lou are frowning in agony.

"The king of Jagal accepted the acceptance of the people of the North. We shall now embark on the task of sending the people of the North to Jagal. I want you to understand that first."

"... Stick around, I don't think it's a hard story to understand. If the people of the North can live as the people of the South, we will be glad."

Donda-Lou responded that way with a heavy voice.

Gazran-Rutim also takes the floor so as to take over afterwards.

"That must be an extremely important project for Genos. But I don't think it's a strong story involving the people by the woods. Is it also a circumstance that involves something?

"Mm-hmm. Not that much of a big talk, but I thought it would be a hassle to exchange words through the messenger, and you took the trouble to get to your feet. We want to get rid of Michelle and Mim's son."

At last, Mim shrugged her little body.

Michelle listens to Malstein with no expression at the time of the statue.

"Before we do that, we'll have to talk about the fate of Turan. … Naturally, it is difficult to send hundreds of people of the North either way. For our part, we must gather workers to replace them, and even if we try to juggle them, we must consider where to accept new inhabitants. Let's finish the Sun God's Easter first and then send dozens to Jagal"

"I guess that's the best story. If it were hundreds of people, it would be a big deal to let go or accept."

"Uhm. In doing so, in my Genos, we will be recruiting new inhabitants. We need to gather hundreds of people to bring up Turan's Fuwano and Mammalia the way they always have been."

So Malstein's eyes finally looked at Michelles.

"So... they were originally the people of Turan, Michel. That, taken away by the bandits, was to bear the deep hand, and life was in danger as it was, which combined with the guests of the forestside settlements. That much more has been hunted down because of the suspected participation in the bandits by the men of the militia who should have defended Turan.... That's got to be it?

Michelle nodded silently.

Malstein also nods and turns his gaze back towards Melfrid.

"Having received that report, we were preparing to work on the Solemnity of Discipline of the Militia. But it was Melfried, who was responsible for it, who was to leave Genos. Of course, Solemnity of Discipline was underway by the man Melfried entrusted with the aftermath… but it must be made even more thorough in welcoming the new inhabitants. In a territory where the guards are responsible for a single rod of banditry, it's hard to gather people."

…………

"So let me ask you how they feel. If Turan becomes a safe land, is he willing to go back to his original home?

Mim was staring at his father's side as he bit his lip.

Michelle remains silent as she drops her gaze on the table.

Malstein laughed loosely, skipping his gaze to the other side of Melfrid.

"There are circumstances to ask about this. … Polearths, I would like you to explain."

"Yes, this is what you got through the Count Saturas family that governs the Inn Town, but you said that your Miss Mime was selling Giva dishes in the outdoor area, and that's what you call a lot of reputation. Therefore, we talked about the fact that Miss Mime's identity has also been largely eliminated in the Inn Town."

Polearth said, turning the writing at hand, in the usual manner of flamboyance.

"Well, rather than being heavily eliminated, is everyone now aware of Miss Mime's qualities, something like that? That was originally the child of Turan's house, and because the robbers took away the copper coins he earned from the Giva dishes, he decided to drop himself in a settlement by the woods... well, that's how it goes."

…………

"Besides, it is equally widespread to talk about the planned solemnity of the militia because of one of those incidents. So… the intricacy of the scenery created an inconvenience."

"I see," Gazran-Rutim said softly.

"That means that the Guardian Militia's Solemnity of Discipline has yet to be achieved, and Turan remains a dangerous land, so Mim and Michel will not try to return to their homes.... does that mean?

"Yeah, you're exactly right. That's right, Lord Gazran-Rutim, he talks fast."

Polearth raised his face and smiled with a grin.

"In fact, the impression has been planted that the residential town visited by a number of outlaws is a more dangerous area, but Turan is a more dangerous area than that. Well, that would be an impotent story, too, because the humans in the militia, who are supposed to be in a position to defend their territory, have taken on one stick of banditry and so on. I guess it's hard to tell the people how Tsubaki Solemnity is proceeding."

"So, in short... we should get Michelle and Mime back to Turan, are we talking?

Donda-Lou asked in a bottom-line voice.

Polearths looks back at you with a decent face.

"Should I put it back, rather than go back, there's nothing dangerous about it, something like that? In the future, after welcoming new inhabitants to Turan, guards will patrol the streets connecting the accommodation town to Turan, just like the Dareim side. I'm sure a few of the new residents will show up to work in the Inn Town, so we have to have a good security system in place."

"So at the moment, we don't even have that security system in place, right?

Polearths makes a decent face.

"That is certainly true... uh, is Lord Donda-Lou unhappy with anything?

"There's no reason for me to be unhappy or anything. I'm just overlapping words to know what I need to know."

Then, Malstein smiled and embarked on himself.

"So let me sort out the story? In recruiting new inhabitants to Turan, we want the world to know that Turan is a safe territory. To do this, I believe Michelle and Mim should be asked to return to Turan.... How about this, chief Donda-Lou?

"... are you still talking about getting Michelle and the others back to Turan?"

"No. If Turan is safe, there's no reason for Michelle and the others to stay by the woods. But if there's any other reason, I'm hoping you'll let me hear it"

Once Donda-Lou closed his eyelids, he turned to Michelles' sitting right hand side and then opened his eyes.

"The key will be Michelle and the others' thoughts and moods. What do you think, Michelle?

"... I have always been sweet to the favor of the people by the woods. I guess that doesn't always mean that sweet thoughts come through."

Michelle's hard, strong voice echoes.

Mim already had tears in her eyes.

Michelle said even more as she put her hand on that beloved daughter's head.

"But...... I hope to hear if I can somehow continue to live by the woods in the future or if there is any way to go"

It was Malstein who raised his voice "ho".

"Do they want to stay by the woods in the future? Now let me ask you why."

"It's... because that place is a perfect training ground for my daughter"

Michelle was answering that way with a voice that sounded a little bitter.

"The Lew family has many excellent cooks. And I can train with Asta once every few days. I wondered if there was any better place for my daughter to grow up as a cook... and that's what I thought"

"I see. Since he was expelled from Castle Town by Cycleus, he also raised the story that he should be given a place in Castle Town... would he prefer to stay by the woods to Castle Town?

Michelle wasn't even like Michelle, she was shaking her neck sideways without force.

"There's no place in Castle Town for my daughter to learn. Originally I was a cook who stumbled out of something called castle-town manipulation and fashion... leaving my daughter with a castle-town cook would just end up feeling as breathless as I used to be"

"But Mim doesn't live alone in Castle Town. Wouldn't it be better to lead your daughter as a teacher?

Michelle shook her head again in the voice around Malstein's smile.

"Then I'm sure you can't go beyond me. Once upon a time, I'd be the only one to be created."

"So if you learn by the woods, Mim can be a cook beyond that, too," he said?

Only to that question was Michelle forcefully answering that she would "be" too.

"I see," Mulstein snapped, putting his weight on the back of the chair.

"Michelle's thoughts and mood seem to have been understood now. Now let me hear Donda-Lou's thoughts and mood"

"Hmm.... I also wanted Michelle and Mim to stay by the woods like this. If that's what they wanted, they'd be lucky."

I was sincerely surprised and decided to look back on Donda-Lou.

Donda-Lou is on the top of the Buddha, wandering his stiff jawbeard.

"But they live with us because they are the mothers and children of Barsha and Zida. You can't be a family by the woods, even if your bond deepens there and you're going to tie the edge of your blood one day. If so, what kind of road should I have to keep it by the woods... I've been worried about it for a long time"

"Were you in the mood to welcome Michelle and Mime to the family by the woods? That would be a pretty amazing confession."

Malstein, who describes it that way, had a much more pleasant look.

In contrast, Donda-Lou looks increasingly grumpy.

"The Kamadu Numbers of Luu's blood family are learning a lot from Michele and Mime. People who want to kick these guys out of the woods, etc. won't exist as one. Then I must find the right path as the head of the Lew family."

"I see. That's a very interesting story."

And - Fermes, who had grown up for a while, then snapped at the words.

"But Asta became a family by the woods without bonding with anyone in marriage. Schmiral-Lilyn, who was once a people of the east, first became a family without Mr., and then, after he was given Mr., he gave Vina Ruu-Lylin a wedding, didn't he? If that's the case, isn't it hard to welcome Michelle and Mime as a family by the woods first?

"But Schmiral-Lilyn was originally in a position where he wanted to tie the edge of blood. Even if I didn't have to give you a wedding with Vina Ruu-Lilin, any of them would have married another woman. Without those prospects, even if you welcome these guys into your family, you can't have a blood edge."

"Hmm? If Mim reaches the age she should be, and you give her a wedding with a man by the woods, then you can have a blood edge, right? … Oh, is that where Zida's presence is eliminated"

Mime, who looked like she was going to cry all the time, was going to blush her cheeks there.

Speaking of which, Mim seemed to be bonding a lot with Zida. Even I, who only had the opportunity to see the two of them like that at a feast or so, thought so, so I guess it is no longer a well-known fact for the people of the Lou family living in the same place.

"If that were the case, wouldn't that tie the edge of the blood together if sooner or later a child born between Mime and Zida gave a wedding to someone by the woods? I don't know. It's going to be a long story ahead, but isn't there a sticky problem?

Donda-Lou smiled at Fermes.

"... do you want Michelle and Mime to be a family by the woods?

"I'm not in a position to want anything. It's just that people in this world think that there's no other way to live happily ever after to capture the right fate."

After stating it that way, Fermes tilted his neck like a dreaming maiden, letting his gaze wander in the direction of the unawares.

"No... or is it in the opposite order? If a person goes down the road hoping for a happy raw, that will be the right fate, something like that? Whatever it is, I think we should look for a path where as many human happiness as possible will match."

"In that case, it must be the well-being of Michel and Mime, Barsha and Zida, the people by the woods, and the people of Genos, including us,"

With a voice containing laughter, Malstein responded accordingly.

"I know the phase. Either way, it is after Easter that we recruit the inhabitants. Of course, I'm going to turn the proclamation around before then... but in a place where there is no Barsha or Zida, I can't decide anything. I want you to take this case back to the woods and talk to us about the future first."

"So, if the four people who were in the position to serve will be families by the woods, can you forgive them for that?

To Gazran-Rutim's inquiry, Malstein nodded "um".

"There is no law that says to Asta and Schmiral-Lilyn that they will not forgive what they have forgiven. In addition, it will be difficult for the people of the woods to recognize disgusting things as compatriots. If we want it, and the chiefs by the woods will forgive it, I will have no difference."

"Wait a long time," a new voice raised there.

He is an auxiliary aug to a diplomat, who has remained silent until now. Aug said even more as he gave that cornered face a bumpy look.

"Since all decisions lie with the Lord Genos, neither do we differ. but by Morga Forest, it is the territory of Genos. We should proceed more carefully to welcome new inhabitants."

"Hmm. Is there any objection to Lord Aug?

"That's a lot. And that's a project that's going to be on the next agenda."

What is the next agenda - that is, is it an agenda that concerns me?

Thinking about it like that, Aug's been screwing me.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to get to the next agenda. It's about the business that the people of the woods are doing in town."

That's what Aug said, so I decided to put my spine up and worship it.