Isekai Ryouridou

"I beg your pardon, Sir Roblos. May I say a few words about one of the Chiffon-Cher cases?

Robros remained silent and dampened his mouth with a glass of vitreous wine.

It was Malstein sitting next to him who answered Lefreia's query.

"They don't mind tomorrow on that matter, Princess Lifreia. Nothing. Besides the dinner party, we don't need to bring such a tough story."

"I don't think that's going to be such a tough story, Lord Genos. Besides... there are Gerd and the forest people here, right? As for the future of the people of the North, they seem to be of great interest to you, so I thought we should end this conversation as soon as possible in order to make sure you didn't have to worry about enjoying the dinner party."

Because of polite language, Refraia felt more pervasive than usual.

But still, he is a young princess, thirteen years old. In front of a face full of noble style, the figure was too small to be seen at last.

"... if you want to talk, there's no reason to reject it"

And, in a more severe tone, Robros said so.

The strong eye of that light compares Refraia to the Chiffon-Cher he withheld instead.

"However, I have already communicated this intention. I just want you to avoid repeating yourself."

"Yeah, of course. I have changed my mind."

Refraia thanked Robros as he glowed his eyes so hard that he could not beat them.

"Chiffon-Cher would like us to come to the ritual of transferring God in the southern king's capital. Please, lay it down so that you can do as the rest of the people of the North do."

"Hmm," Robros narrowed his eyes.

"That is, above all, the story. So you refused to put Chiffon-Cher in your hands?

"No," Refraia smiled.

"After all, the thought never broke off. After Chiffon-Cher has become a people of the South, I would like to welcome him back to Genos."

"... I think I told you that during the day?

"Yes. Of course I won't let the Jagals take the trouble. Please follow your plans from the beginning and complete the process of relocation. Let me welcome Chiffon-Cher to Genos."

Robros kept his weight on the back of the chair as he watched Refraia smile.

Refraia continues to speak in a tone of no starvation.

"All the people of the north are sent to their respective territories by the extraction of the people of the king's capital, right? However, they have no homes or copper coins, so they are put to work as small writers in territories under the control of the King's capital… In Jagal, were they in a position to be called servants?

"Uhm. The people of the north who work in Turan get functions about the harvest of Huwano and Mammalia, so they are roughly treated as farmers in the villa. Sleeping places, meals and daily items - and for the costs of transporting and training, it is a step to be deducted from the wages arising from daily work. That seems to be the presence of a servant."

"Only a person who finishes a prescribed labor there qualifies as a free citizen, right?

"Uhm. Approximately, I qualify as a free citizen for about five years of labor. Afterwards, it is also the freedom of the person to change residence or business"

"And if a servant pays the same price for the wealth he creates over a five-year period, you can keep that figure, right?

Refraia said that so that she could chew it off slowly.

"The Count Turan family intends to pay for Chiffon-Cher."

Robros hid his glowing blue-purple eyes behind his eyelids.

"... does Princess Lifreia know how much that will be?

"Yeah, I just got a call from Pole Earth. About fifty silver coins, I hear."

Fifty pieces of silver coins means fifty thousand pieces of red copper coins - which, according to my sense of money, should have gone up to roughly ten million yen.

"Surely even the farmers of the villa will be able to produce that much wealth if they work for five years. How thick of a favor it was to let us take Chiffon-Cher of such value without paying any price... I'm so ashamed of you."

"... I have heard that the Count Turan family threatens to be in distress from now on because they will lose their slaves. In that state, is it possible to pay fifty pieces of silver coins?

"Yes, for a moment it was a crisis of survival, but I was able to rebuild the distribution of ingredients, so there's only a few loose ends. As for future difficulties… I will work with Tolst and try to get over them."

"... Lord Tolst, as the guardian of Princess Lifreia, was in a position to partition everything in Count Turan's house."

With his eyelids closed, Robros said so.

"But is spending fifty silver coins for one samurai the right place for the Count Turan family?

"Yes… I think so"

"Why?," Robros asked briefly.

Tolst plumps his forehead sweat with a woven cloth, while shrinking "Ha..."

"Princess Lifreia is the head of the Count Turan family. It is also my duty to protect that healthy life…"

"A samurai is only a samurai. I wonder if the presence of a samurai does not threaten to shape Princess Lifreia's life?

"No......" Tolst smiled weakly.

"That this Chiffon-Cher is indispensable for Princess Lifreia to live well... it is up to me, too, to decide so. Fifty pieces of silver coins is certainly a great price… some things in the world are tranquillity that cannot be bought with silver coins. If that can be solved with silver coins, it would still be a shame..."

Then he bowed his head so deeply that Refraia was about to have his forehead on the table.

"With regard to my previous disrespectful behavior, my sincere apologies, Sir Roblos. After all, I was young, and I saw nothing in the world. There won't be such a thick wish to keep Chiffon-Cher on hand as ever without paying any price. … please forgive me for being a Chiffon-Cher contractor"

Robros finally opened his eyes.

And stick that eye in Malstein's face.

"It made up for something like that. As Lord Genos thought."

Malstein nodded, "Yes," with a relaxed smile.

Raising her face, Refraiia sees Malstein without looking upset.

"I knew Marquis Genos was such a thought from the beginning."

"Mm-hmm. Did Princess Lefreia look that far?

"I was thinking a lot about the prospect, or the fact that Chiffon-Cher's disrespectful behavior was allowed to happen. Allowing Chiffon-Cher to continue working in Genos without any punishment is a foolish exploitation of generosity."

That's what I said, and Refraia laughed lightly.

"But I guess I was floating, too. It wasn't until I came up with a silver coin for Chiffon-Cher that I thought there might be such a feeling behind that generous exploitation."

"Hmm. You should find it difficult that Princess Lefreia isn't caught in anger"

"... because there's nothing different about me being the unknown sweetheart"

Refraia laid her eyes down to mock herself.

There, Alvach's heavy voice sounds.

"I want to speak, forgive, and wish. … So, Lord Genos, and, Sir Robros, Princess Lifreia, himself, asking, wishing, waiting?

"Yeah. That's what's gonna happen."

"I see.... it is inexplicable"

"Incomprehensible?", Malstein tilted his little neck.

Alvach nods, "Uhm."

"Princess Lifreia, herself, the right path, I can find, I've tried, I can understand. Also, fifty silver coins, ready to pay, available, tried, understandable"

"So what's the puzzle?

"Sir Roblos, it is such a plot, an acceptance"

Binoculars in deep shades of Alvach are directed toward Roblos.

"People of the South, frank temperament, beauty, listening. Princess Lifreia, in all moods, in every moment plotting, accepting, inexplicable."

"Are you going to fool us?

And it wasn't Roblos who floated his hips, it was Forta.

Robros controls it with thick palms.

"Marquis Genos wanted to make sure that Princess Lifreia had how much right heart and readiness she was equipped with. Our colleagues also considered that Princess Lifreia needed to be prepared to do so if she wished to keep the Chiffon-Cher, the people of the North, at hand. Therefore, I have accepted the proposal from Lord Genos."

"Well," Alvach nodded again.

"I, the feeling of slander, am none. mood, if offended, words of apology, state"

"It doesn't extend to apologies, but this becomes a problem for Selva and Jagal. To the Sims, I want to hear it still."

That's all I said, Robros turned to Refraia.

"Well... so Princess Lefreia is ready to take on your Chiffon-Cher?

"Yes, we will accompany you on your journey to the King's Capital in the south and pay your rightful counterpart fifty pieces of silver coins."

"Our departure is scheduled in two or three days. By then, would it be difficult to prepare silver coins?

"Yeah. Whatever. But I'll get you ready."

Refraia looks back at Roblos with a solemn face.

After watching the figure silently for a while, Roblos nodded "uhm".

"I understand. Let's acknowledge Princess Lifreia's offer."

"Thank you, Sir Roblos.... but isn't it the lord of the territory assigned to Chiffon-Cher who decides on the admissibility of my offer?

"No. My colleagues have been entrusted with full powers by His Majesty the King. It is we who judge all admissibility in this Genos"

That being said, Roblos distracted his chest with the golden crest shimmering.

"You don't need your own silver coin. Your Chiffon-Cher transferred God in the king's capital, and we will return him to Genos immediately. Since it is the soldiers who carry Genos' luggage, we would like you to pack your talk with Lord Genos."

"Huh?", Refraia rounded her eyes.

"Duh, why? You don't need that kind of warmth, do you?

"It's not warmth. In the earlier stages of being sent to the villa as a public servant, it would not be necessary, for example, to pay for your request. We only wanted to make sure Princess Lifreia was truthful and ready, so the errand has already been fulfilled"

In an unscrupulous voice, Robros declared so.

"And by such means, even fifty pieces of silver coins shall we be slandered as niggards. I am convinced that His Majesty the King of the King's Capital will also judge as such. Therefore, it is unacceptable to accept the silver coin requested. If you are unhappy with it, give up holding Chiffon-Cher as a maid."

"Well... there can't be any dissatisfaction..."

So Refraia gave him a crying look.

"... I get it. Whatever happens, I can't take it off my helpless little girl."

"No. My colleagues were also to feel deeply about Princess Lifreia's truth and readiness. For once Chiffon-Cher became a people of the South, I want him to live happily ever after. As a compatriot of the South, as a friend of the West, let us also pray for the catastrophe of both names."

Refraia chewed her lips off softly so as to sow her inner fierceness.

Chiffon-Cher gently attaches his hand to that laid-back shoulder.

Now, I guess we're still not allowed to be happy to hold hands together in public either.

But if Chiffon-Cher transfers God to the Southern God - any behavior is allowed.

I could have watched the two of them with enough thought.

Ai-Fa also seemed to be watching over them in the same way.

"Or thank you, Lord Roblos, for your generosity. And, Lord Genos……, we apologize for this."

Refraia stood up slowly, nodded by Tolsto.

Give a deep salute to the face of the round table, and give back the blemishes. And Refraia came closer to us subtly.

"Until the end, I feel like I've been dancing on the palms of the grownups. You've made Asta and the others look different."

"I can't believe this is happening."

I also whispered to make sure the others didn't ask.

"It's okay," Lifreia smiles, tearing in those eyes.

"I don't care what kind of rash it is. Because you were allowed to live with Chiffon-Cher. Then I'll dance for you for as much as you want."

Refraia's smile felt a mixture of childhood and adulthood.

I whisper in a low voice too, looking down at Refraia like that.

"I congratulate you on your wish. It would be painful to spend some time away from the moon, but think of happiness afterwards."

Refraia looked up at Ai-Fa as surprised.

I guess I didn't think I could say these words from Ai-Fa. Refraia doesn't even know how comfortable Ai-Fa was watching them leave. As a result, Refraia was to spill the tears that had accumulated in her eyes on her cheeks.

"Let's come, Princess Lifreia. While refraining, we haven't calmed you down for a while. … you don't have to worry about the other person's eyes."

Tolsto smiled with a wrinkly face at the tear-spilling Refraia.

Refraia glanced at Tolsto and Ai-Fa and me like that, then whispered "thank you" in a small voice, and that's how she went too far through our midst.

Chiffon-Cher remains silent and follows after Refraia.

On the quiet side of it at all times, there was a very happy smile.

Perhaps she won't have a chance to see me again until she returns from the southern king's capital.

But until that day when the reunion would take place, it was thought that Chiffon-Cher's smile would be burning all the way to my heart.

"Uhm! Again, you were fine!

Dan-Lutim, who had been silent for so long, laughed a lot.

"So, suppose we get to work on the continuation of dinner! My belly isn't half full yet!

"Right," I said, smiling, too.

Then, from the side, he is called, "It's Asta". The Lord of the Voice is Roblos.

"I need to talk to him. Take the trouble, but I want you to come here."

"Yes," I approached the round table.

Then Roblos puts a meaningful gaze on the Mulsteins. So Malstein, along with his neighbor Fermes, was to rise.

"Now, excuse us. How would Lord Alvach and Lord Nanaquem like to be with you?

"Me, Asta, how I feel about cooking, I want to deliver, I wish"

Then Robros hoisted his brow before Forta this time.

"Are you still calculating to sit in Genos for a while? I want you to give this place to me."

"Mm-hmm. But..."

"Nothing, I'm not going to hold Asta back until the end of the dinner party. Still, are you going to insist on being dissatisfied?

"I understand," Nanaquem stood up and nodded Arvach with his gaze.

Alvach stares at my face as he wakes up in such a dull motion.

"... So, just now"

"Yes, we look forward to your food feedback"

Alvach leaves the round table with Nanaquem, Malstein with Fermes, and Forta with Devias. Dan-Rutim and Gazran-Rutim had already left, so only me and Roblos and Ai-Fa were left behind.

"Will I be allowed to remain on this occasion?

When Ai-Fa asked, Roblos nodded "Uhm".

"I don't mind, sit down.... Oh, no. Sit here, not you."

Robros has designated the seat next to which the Malsteins used to sit.

That's how when we sit down, we come back to this side with our elbows on the round table. You look like you want to do something in secret.

"What is it? Do you have any questions about Gerd's ingredients?

"No. There is no longer anything left to talk about. And then we will find value in the ingredients we bring."

Since I said it that way, Robros has stared me in the face to give it away.

"... but I guess that also requires more effort. With their arms, I want them to correctly show me how valuable the ingredients of the King's capital in the south are."

"Yes, we look forward to seeing what ingredients will be delivered"

That's how I waited for the next word, but Robros didn't really try to say it.

Ai-Fa, who is looking at Roblos on my shoulder, is also tilting his little neck a lot.

"What is it? I don't know what you're worried about."

"Um... no, I'm not worried about anything. We are entrusted with making the right decisions with firm will."

Saying it that way, Robros whispered a fine brow.

"... but it would have been a terrible thing for the people of the woods to be frank. Against the nobles of Gerd and against Princess Lefreia… how could they try to be truthful in such a far-fetched way?"

"No. I don't think you guys made the wrong decision. With you and the Marquis de Genos daring to hide the truth, I think Lefreia would have chosen the most right path."

When Ai-Fa answered that way, Robros frowned so much.

"... sincerely, is that what you state?

"Uhm. The people by the woods are guilty of falsehood"

"Right. Yes, you did."

Robros took a deep breath from his big nose.

"Of course, we also leave it to ourselves to get the right results by the right means.... but with us, he is a people of the South who seek to be frank. I don't like this way of doing things."

"Hmm...?

"It is extremely exhausting to cover up your truths. Even more so in a person whose opponent is as forthright as himself."

So Roblos - with a slightly lit, stinking grin on his hidden, tough face with half of it on the shadow's beard.

"Also, it was something that covered up the truth like that, so I don't feel comfortable spending the same amount of time with them. Until we arrived in Genos, we looked forward to seeing them together."

"Is that... because I saw a puppet play?

"Hmm. I didn't want to make sure that the people of the woods were truly so honest and delightful."

Robros' blue-purple eyes still shine brightly.

But there, it also felt like there was an unprecedented addition of bright and flamboyant light.

"Well, it has already been proven that those are the people as they were played in the puppet play. Those young puppets had really good hands."

"Yes, because Rico and the others were eager to make that play."

I made him answer that way.

"I was grateful to myself that Rico tied this kind of friendship. I feel comfortable making such an offer to Roblos, who is in your capacity… I was hoping that I could talk more about it."

"It would be an honor to have Asta, the protagonist of such a fine play, say so."

Looking a little off, Robros said so.

Underneath that strict Buddha's top, such a face was hidden.

And I was supposed to catch my heart in the emotions that had descended from heaven.

It may indeed have been Rico the puppeteers who brought this edge to me - the beginning in the first place was Delus, the miso pedestrian. He was the first to tell Jagal not to welcome the people of the North.

And it was also the Hurricane Party raid that prompted the Alvach and the others to visit Genos. Had it not been for that one, I guess I wouldn't have been able to start a deal with Gerd.

I met Dells in the middle of last year's ash moon.

And it was only a few days after that that that the Hurricane Party led by Silhouel attacked Turan and the woodland.

Events of that era triggered the visit of Arvach and Roblos to Genos, respectively - and finally, a deal via Genos is about to begin between the King's Capital of the South and Gerd. Oddly enough, I was impressed by that fate.

"... what's going on, it's Asta?

And Robros looked a lot worried, peeking into my face.

I still can't get rid of the mysterious comfort, and I make him laugh "no".

"I was just biting off the joy of meeting Robros. … I'm sure this is also the will of the four great gods"

"Uhm. The four great gods are watching over us at all times"

Robros did his hand to his thick chest and prayed silently with a solemn face before lowering his mouth more.

"But that's what Asta tells me. We're not supposed to be doing anything that's appreciated yet."

"No. I just want to let you talk like this here, and I appreciate it"

I could have answered that without falsifying my mind.

Robros is right, you must not be able to, for example, guess the will of the gods. But still - or hence - you can be impressed with your work and shake your heart.

The work of the unwise gods allowed me to meet Ai-Fa. And I could also meet Roblos and Alvach. I wanted to congratulate you sincerely on that fate.