Isekai Ryouridou

"... well. Tomorrow, the girl named Chiffon-Cher was never punished."

That night, while eating dinner in the hall of Fa's house, Ai-Fa said so with a solemn face.

"How the Jagals judge, again as another story… should first rejoice that our monarch, the Marquis of Genos, did not make a ruthless ruling"

"Yeah, I'm really relieved, too."

When I responded with a smile, Ai-Fa also narrowed her eyes in a full manner.

I would have laughed too if I had been, but today I am welcoming Pratica and Nicola as guests. Pratica, who was having dinner this evening with serious eyes, has looked back at us all the time.

"Asta and Ai-Fa, very intimate. Princess Lifreia and Samurai Chiffon-Cher, are you an important opponent?

"Yep. Refraia is the person who bonded over the bad edge, and Chiffon-Cher... once exposed to Refraia, he had this in person."

"Really? We, the people of the North, are friends, so Asta and Chiffon-Cher, were delighted not to repel."

I'm sure Platica told me that with a tight, faceless look.

Nicolas, who was silently in the process of eating, speaks with a much darker face.

"I hardly remember seeing a thing called the people of the North, because I had a thin relationship with the Count Turan family. Are they really not resenting Genos or the Kingdom of the West?

"I don't know about that either, but he says transferring God to the Southern God is a sign that he's prepared to abandon those resentments. He said that transferring God and resentment toward a former hostile nation is blasphemy toward God."

"Oh... I'm sure that's true"

Nicola rinsed Chacchi's tea with an elegant trick.

"Nevertheless, it is no big deal to move hundreds of northern people to Jagal. So Turan, who loses his worker, is going to accept many new inhabitants, right?

"Yeah, that story seems to be going well, too. The rebuilding of houses for new residents has been divided."

Lunch for those involved in the reconstruction was prepared by the people of the woods. We were told a few days ago that the job was full tomorrow.

Soon the people of the north will leave for Jagal, and Turan will receive new inhabitants. This, too, would be an uninterrupted and significant transformation. As a people of the same Genos, I also hoped that I would keep a close eye on the state of affairs.

"... so, Jagal's mission, if you arrive, Asta, there's a chance you'll be entrusted with the cooking, right?

And Pratica sticks a glance at me.

"Me, I would like to tour, wish... Asta, annoying, if it seems to take, I will weigh myself"

"Annoying? I'm sticky, though I don't think it's annoying"

"But I am a man of the king's capital, the mission of Jagal, I hear. So, Sim, isn't it hateful, strong?

That was an unexpected point for me.

"I'm also oblivious to the situation in Jagal, so I can't really answer anything...... so are the people in Sim's king's capital more than willing to hate Jagal?

"Yes, rather than fighting Jagal, being involved, Rim's clan, and Dhura's clan. In Sim, the people of Lim, the people of the king's capital."

"Oh, the king capital of Sim is called Laorim, isn't it? Rim is not only part of the king's royal capital, but also Rao."

The story is that Rao and Lim are a territory flourished by the work of "Misha the White Sage". What an indelible story that the rim was dawning in a war with Jagal.

"… but the King's Capital in the south is in the centre of Jagal, not close to Sim. If you haven't crossed blades directly, wouldn't hating Sims even solicit that much?

When Nicola said so, Pratica shook her head, "No."

"It is the king's capital, a being that leads the kingdom. So, hostile countries, hatred, weakness, I think."

"So Lady Pratica is forbidden to tour the cook, right? … so all I ask for is a tour that seems like a runaway and distracting"

"No. Nicolas, for that matter, I want you to see it, I hope. And just now, if I could give you the details, I'd appreciate it, I think."

"That's it, it's a heavy responsibility. I don't have the confidence to tell you exactly how the cook is doing."

They were both very enthusiastic when they said that the story of officially keeping the cook had not yet broken in.

"But even if you're supposed to keep the cook, it doesn't suddenly do something novel on the spot. Don't you need to stick to the tour that much?

"No. Asta, Count Turan's dinner party, something novel, I was getting started. Fresh fish, cooked. Forestside study group, its handiwork, to see, never."

"Exactly. Besides, even if you work with the same dishes, the process of work is different for study groups and actual dinner parties. It is also a matter for us to learn to cook numerous dishes in our limited time."

And both sharp eyes were to be pointed at me together.

Ai-Fa, who was silently eager to see what was going on, speaks solemnly there.

"Whatever it is, it is arranged by the nobility whether or not to allow a tour in the castle town. Isn't it okay if we wait for that reply before we make a scene?

"... you're right. My sincere apologies for making such a scene at dinner."

With a murky face, Nicola bowed her head to Ai-Fa.

"If you are a mediator with the people of the woods, Dear Melfried and Polearth, you will make the right decision.... By the way, how's your treat of the day?

"Uhm. Stick around, doesn't look like there's a problem"

Today's confectionery was baked confectionery made with aloof jam.

Nicola looks carelessly down at Ai-Fa, who is eating it in the same way as usual. Asked that Ai-Fa is indifferent to confectionery, Nicola is excited to manage to satisfy herself wholeheartedly.

"See you tomorrow. Ai-Fa, Asta, sleep well."

Eventually, at the end of the dinner, Pratica and Nicola returned to the luggage car on the table.

Seeing that appearance, Ai-Fa, who returned to his mother's house, hung himself on the doorboard and then stopped his leg in front of the hall shelf.

It is a rather splendid shelf, new after rebuilding the house. The glass of vitreous wine given by Schmiral-Lilyn, the large plate of vitreous glass given to the Radajids, the fangs of the Lord of the Woods given to the House of Sauti, and the ornaments given by the Alvakhs - and the hair ornaments I gave to Ai-Fa - are also housed there.

What Ai-Fa is staring at in it was a wooden carved little doll, given to him by puppet Rico.

An eye like a red bean grain comes back to me standing next to Ai-Fa.

Ai-Fa put her hands up and stroked the doll's head with her fingertips.

"The story was that if one day the Great God awoke, the people of the sanctuary and the people of the kingdom would be allowed to be compatriots again. … In doing so, will there be strife between kingdoms?"

"Oh, I wonder. I hope so..."

"Hmm. Just because you're born in a different place, and you can't even be my friend... doesn't seem like a terribly wrong thing to do"

"Yeah. But Lefreia and Chiffon-Cher are going to have the right relationship, and I'm really glad to hear that."

"Right," Ai-Fa smiled quietly.

"And you are not even born on this continent, rather than exotic. inherently would have been more distant than the people of the sanctuary"

"Yeah, you are"

"... I find it more difficult than anything to have the right relationship with you like that"

That being said, Ai-Fa took her fingertips off Tia's doll.

Those blue eyes stare at me in a very gentle light.

"I guess I haven't been able to put as much weight on this thing called the Four Great Gods as I did on my mother's forest... but you were saying that you feel that Western God is the one who sent you to this land, right?

"Yeah. It's just, it's intuitive. I felt that way when I was baptized by Western gods."

"If it was true, I would say the Western god as my father."

Ai-fa's only one step closer to me.

Without touching me, that gentle look envelops my heart.

"And they say that all four great gods are sons separated from the body of the great god Ameshorn.... I guess we should spin the right bond with the people of any kingdom"

"Yeah. I think so, too."

I love Ai-Fa.

And I love this world itself, where Ai-Fa exists.

Maybe Ai-Fa followed her own path and reached a similar conclusion to that.

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And the next day - it is the 18th of the month of tea.

Today and today, we were encouraged to do business in the stalls, and we were to see an astonishing group at noon.

The mission of the King's Capital of Jagal has finally arrived in Genos.

They had just filled the stone streets, about ten metres across, and had walked wide from the southern direction.

Leading it are the knights of the castle town wrapped in silver armor. They would have been at the southernmost end of the boarding town, awaiting the arrival of the mission.

Everyone is on foot in accordance with the laws of the Accommodation Town. Both Totos' cavalry and his lord of luggage descend to the ground, each pulling his own reins. Thus, we were able to observe the beauty so closely that we did not like it.

The face of the mission is also roughly armored. It was the first time I had seen the armored figure of the people of the south. To be precise, I would have seen it several times at the Martial Arts Club in Genos, but that was far-sighted, so I could hardly see it crumbling that far.

The people of the south have a great amplitude of height, divided into small soldiers around 160 centimetres or giants over 180 centimetres, the middle of which is almost non-existent. And no matter what the back length was, it didn't change that it was a successful physique of bone too.

Such people of the south are walking in tough armor. In Genos, the guards are wrapped in leather armor, and the knights and others are wrapped in magnificent armor with iron plates on top of the leather - what they wrapped up in seemed to be something like black chains, so-called chain mails.

He wears a heavenly helmet on his head and a silver-tone metal twist on his feet. Lower back is a long sword, or an axe of war. Metal scuffing from head to foot seemed like a snag in a coarse human being just walking.

But they are a people of the strong South.

It was already stubborn flesh, such as Dells and Wads, which once had a bathroom together. Whatever wads made rough business, even Dells, who was just a merchant, had his whole body covered in muscle tightly. If you are also a soldier or a martial officer in the King's capital, you will be training your flesh through further training.

"Sh, shh, that's amazing. It's as if he's gone to battle."

In the next stall, Malfira-Naham said so.

But I'm sure that a mission in this world is as armed as this. The only exception is the people of the east, all of whom seem to be travelling all over the continent dressed in light-hearted attire to deal with poisonous weapons.

(It's just... I knew this number would get a little barometric)

Whatever they do, they transfer hundreds of people from the North. Depending on the number of cars to put it on, I guess the number of escorts is also stipulated. It was a story that we would also bear it from the side of Genos when it comes to luggage cars and soldiers, but it was nevertheless a large queue.

(Estimate, the number of cars is 30… the number of humans is where 100 people are weak)

Thus the group passed the streets, leaving a great twist on the boarding town.

In the past, people and travelers are making more noise than we are. It wasn't until once when 200 troops from the King's Capital in the west pushed us to see all those foreign soldiers. Besides, people's amazement seemed to be overwhelming because this time they saw a gloomy armor.

"There are many people in the south who feel good about it, but if you hide your face with your helmet like that, that's ruined too"

In a stall opposite Malfira-Naham, Levi said so. Those eyes look at me like I'm worried.

"But the Astas will all be in Castle Town, face to face with those guys, right? Just in case, I guess there's nothing dangerous about it?

"Yeah. Instead, those people should be fond of the people by the woods. Sounds like one of the things they suggested to improve the diet of the people of the North was their favorite."

And we were told that by the messengers of Castel Genos. As Lifreia had heralded, such words were delivered to the Lou family when they wanted them to leave for Castle Town on the next holiday.

"Nevertheless... it's a bit of a swordfish story that the nobles of the East and the South are here at the same time."

And, when Lars spoke that way, Levi looked back at her.

"Who's the nobleman? There was a Jagal nobleman in the group earlier? How do you know that?

"I don't think so, either. Isn't it usually noble to lead such a large number of soldiers? In the first place, it seems like there's no way nobles won't go out there."

Since I said it that way, Lars has looked at me more worried than Levi.

"Be careful, Asta. If anything happens to you, Genos will be in a lot of trouble."

"Yes. Thank you for your concern. The dependable hunters will accompany us, so I don't think there's any danger."

When I answered that, a new group stood in front of the stall. It is the face of Gerd's mission, which can be seen even when wearing a hooded cape.

"Excuse me. Cooking, please."

"Welcome. You've been a little slow today."

"Yes. Jagal, the mission, we're arriving, because we were listening, we're too far down the street, we were waiting. Just in case."

With that said, the summariser man, who would be two meters tall, looked around with a calm but compelling look.

"Accommodation town, I was staying, Gigi merchants, it must have been the same idea. The number of people is growing, I think."

If you ask me, I was approaching the shadow of a hooded cloak from the southern direction. The mission arrived, he said, even in the boarding town had been notified in the morning.

The people of Gerd, by the way, are not staying in the lodging town. They take the northern arena for a ride, and the evening, for example, is a self-catering dinner. Moreover, only fuwano and poitan are bought in the inn town, while meat and mountain vegetables are sourced on their own. Is it such a thing as the glamour of a family of hunters?

(Well, if you were staying in an inn with so many people, that would be a huge expense. I'm here for business, so I know you want to keep spending a little...)

But even assuming that the members of the mission headed by the first son of the lord behave so boringly, it still doesn't seem normal. Is this, after all, something like Gerd's air conditioning?

"... Asta, do you have any questions?

And a man as a compiler looks down at me from a far height.

I made him laugh "no".

"Even in the same mission, I thought it was a lot different practice in the east and south. Well, whether you're wearing armor or not, it's going to change your mind."

"Yes. We, agile behavior, weigh. Armor, Attachment, Rare"

That said, the man shoved his big palm around his belly.

"So, order, would you mind? I'm hungry."

"Oh, excuse me for this. I don't know if there's even a first glance dish today, so go ahead and cook your choice."

Our stall was to be hit by an untimely crowd, as merchant customers from the east as well as facing the mission were coming in large numbers.

I still think of it as blurry while working on it.

(I live as boring a life as spending dinner on self-catering, but this is how you come all the way here at noon to buy food. This is everyday so it should be a huge expense for them)

Some thought I was one of Alvach's compatriots, and I was starting to have a little intimacy in the face of this mission.

After all, the people of Gerd have a lot in common with the people of the woods. From a different point of view from the Gigi merchants, it seemed familiar to me.

(By comparison, the people of the south seem to be close to the people of the west)

Of course, the people of the south have their own characteristics, such as temperament and appearance. I just don't feel so exotic because I use the same language as the people of the west. I don't think it would have been strange to mistake Dial or Rabbis, for example, for the people of the West if they hadn't first heard that they were the people of the South.

(The climate and soil quality are similar in the west and south, what Alvach said. Besides... Jagal originally had a blood connection with Mahdra left behind, right?)

Even if that legacy was true, it was more than 600 years ago that the four kingdoms were born. If a clan divided from Mahdra moved to the south and all those years were flowing, the temperament and lifestyle commensurate with the land's terroir would be built.

The group that had just marched wildly with armor was like, "People of the Stone Capital." I'm sure that's the big difference between the people by the woods and the missions of Gerd and the merchants of Gigi. The scent of civilization, completely different from people living in the woods of Morga and in the snowy mountains of Gerd and the meadows of Gigi - it is hard to think that this is the typical 'people of the kingdom'.

But of course, there was no reason for me to avoid it.

Even the nobles of Castle Town are dear to me today. He also remembered the hateful feelings of Doug and Iphius, soldiers of the King's capital, who had once threatened the town of boarding, and he was finally able to reconcile himself with Dreg, the auditor.

Unless you're someone like Genos or Talon who tried to commit a nasty conspiracy against the people by the woods, you'll be able to bond with your opponents in any position.

Also, in the unlikely event of the emergence of a person as vicious as Tal-on - at any rate, it had to be reconciled or defeated.

"Oh, um... thank you for your time, Lord Asta"

and a new figure stood in front of the stall.

I thought it was the people of the east because I wore a hooded cape, and it was a guardian militia soldier gardel. Looking up at that faint smile, I said, "That?" I was to raise my voice.

"Yes, welcome. Are you off today?

"Ha, yes. About once every ten days, I have an off duty day..."

That said, Gardell laid down his pale eyes of color.

"Yeah, but I went with the Jagal mission just at the castle gate, so it's totally late.... Do you still want me to buy you a dish?

"Of course it is. Thank you for taking the time."

If you had a hippo, you would definitely be in the stall again - and although I had spoken up, I didn't think he would visit so early. The last time I greeted you was at the Count Turan's dinner party, so it's only been four days.

Gardel smiled weakly again as she glanced back at my face, blushing her big body in front of the cloak.

"Well, then, please cook. … there are no hunters today."

"Yes, the only time I ask for an escort is during Easter. Speaking of which, the hunters were always with you when you met Gardell."

"Yes. If you were a brave, well-known woodland hunter, you'd be blind to people like me... Come on, I'm relieved."

Today and today, it was an introverted past gardel.

"That's not true," I make Gardell laugh as I cook for him.

"Gardell, who took over the great sinner Silhouel, is a benefactor to all the people by the woods. Please, I need you to put your chest up."

"That's... just a coincidence. It must be the prank of Western God."

Gardell looked down at his right hand flat and shook his body like a relief.

Even if the other person is a great sinner, it must be a harsh experience to take the lives of others. Gardell shook his head to beat something off, and then he looked back at me again.

"More than that, I saw Lord Asta working in the street... and I finally felt better, too"

"Feeling better? Why is that?

"Lord Asta, who is a forest folk but is invited to the castle town every once in a while... how difficult it seems to be to get close. I was wondering if people like me could get close..."

"My God, I'm just a stall owner. There should be no need for Gardell, a member of the militia, to be afraid."

To what raw end has Gardell been so refracted? He insists on being born humble, but still he is a castle dweller. That shouldn't have existed anywhere for fear of me or anything.

"Please continue, let us deepen our bonds. If it was, could you let me invite you to a settlement by the woods?

"And it's outrageous! Forestside settlements are horrible to me..."

And, Gardell smiled vaguely, looking around at the stalls lined up to the left and right.

"... just if you would allow me to come out to the stall on time... that would be enough for me"

"Really? You're always welcome here."

I made Gardell laugh at me with all my heart.

"Speaking of which, you said you went at the castle gate with the southern mission. How were they?

"Yes, what do you say?

"No, I'm due to see you in two days, too, so I was a little interested."

Gardell, he got as decent as a child.

"Duh, how could Lord Asta be with the Jagal mission? They're here to transfer the people north of Turan, aren't they?

"Yes, the people of the woods had a bit of an opportunity to engage with the people of the north, so they were supposed to want to meet from there."

"Really..." Gardell laid her eyes down again.

"Oh, I'm just a soldier on the lower end, so I didn't even get a chance to engage with a southern mission. However, Captain Devias and others seem to have had a lot of excitement with the soldier captain when they came to visit him before."

"Much excited? Is it a feast or something?

"Yes, no. I snuck him out at night, took him out to the tavern or something... I don't want to know more..."

I laughed unexpectedly.

Gardell can swim his eyes in amazement.

"Oh, did I say something strange...?

"No. I thought it sounded like Devious, and I just stuck laughing. After all, the people of the south may be large even in their capacity as soldier commanders."

Gardell reluctantly lowers her eyebrows, "Ha".

"Oh, I don't know… but I am delighted that the people of the North have allowed me to move."

"Oh, really?

"Yes... it may be a serious act in the people of the west to utter words like this... even if the other person is a people of the North, treating humans like tools, etc... makes it seem like something that will never be forgiven..."

After saying it that way, Gardell waved in a panic.

"Yes, forget the words now. If the soldiers even ask me, I..."

"I won't tell anyone. And I really prefer Gardell to think that way."

That's how I put my fingertips on my mouth.

"Were the words now also unworthy of the people of the west? Let's just say it's a secret."

Gardell smiled relieved.

The expression never seemed the least consigning.