It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Norweh seems to have affairs handled. Rostee and I head to the conversation room.

Sit face to face with Rostee in the talking room and spread the board of reversi.

"I'm sorry about this."

Rothstee faces off to bow his head. Oh, come on, duke, huh? Can I bow my head to an individual?

"Please raise your head. There's no reason to do that."

In a hurry, I say, I wonder if I'll put my hand on my shoulder.

I look at this one with the sad eyes of Rostee with her face back.

"Non's unprofessional demise. It was in the form of my brother."

You said that because you heard my offer, didn't you? What's that supposed to mean?

"Originally...... It was time for my brother to think about leaving. Age and future experience of His Majesty. The traction somewhere was always conscious"

Rothstee lines up the pawns with a gruesome hand.

"You said you'd give me your dedication or you were lost. That has a saying. Technically, I was going to hide it through, but they spotted me. My brother is really good at seeing people's complexions... Hide it through..."

Ah...... Is that it... I have experience, but I was wondering why I realized that the CEO was hiding something. There are many stories that have been told and made to be implemented even when I am unwilling to say it...

"By the time I heard the story, I had thought of it as calm, retired and relaxed for the rest of my life... You must have figured it out...... Pushing through the east, with measures... After that, as we talked about earlier. There is a divine trial, so every word is wrong."

Do I have to care about that... Terfemethesia I hope I forgive you a little......

"An intelligent king in history usually lives on a considerable pension, a stream that returns what he accumulates as the remainder to the treasury, but in the meantime liquidity becomes money without death. Only part of the waste moisturizes the late, few kings in its hands. In addition, there will be no national burial because it will take the form of blame. I can't..."

The king's pension... Normally, that would be a pretty good amount, and you're refunding that? What is it, people in this world? A perfectly living human being is perfectly over-lived...... Besides, it would cost money if it were a national burial, but hey, won't you even let me mourn...

"My brother said... I don't want to see the fool off too much. You're the one who got involved, too. I think I'd like to mourn it in some way, but I can't. I can't... That's... sorry..."

Oh, I can't even condolence you for killing King Xian. I'm sorry, Rostee's the one who created the situation. Are you kidding me!!

"Dear Rostee!! That donation is my responsibility for seeing and standing in the wrong situation. This grief that has bequeathed the king, loneliness, vanity, is mine. I won't let anyone take it. For the rest of my life, I decided to carry it. I decided to swallow it. It's not Master Rostee's fault!!

Stand up your seat and scream. I can't stand boulders. It is this man who is sad that his brother is dead. With regard to this contribution, I am fully responsible for the design of the requirement definition by mistake. Can you rub that responsibility on others!!

"You... Well... this act itself is already sweet on you... You're stronger...... Nah, it was Nan etc. who rushed to have to be strong... To protect you, I let you carry something harsh..."

"I'm happy to protect you, but I'm sorry. It's just past the time to be flabbergasted. It is only by accomplishing the thoughts entrusted to His Majesty the former King that we shall be mourned. I will provide for it."

Rostee hears and meditates on the scream.

"Uhm...... Right. Right. I wonder if my brother would be happy... Don't be pleased...... Don't be pleased...... My grandson, I have a proposal. No, you can say wish."

Rostee whispers quietly.

"What is it?

"Be the grandson of Non."

Huh? Why are we talking about that? Where did you come from, that topic......

"If he was the first king, he would have been easy to communicate with. But now he's my brother's son. It also has the effect of the other mother's muscle. It's hard to protect you. You can't eat a deadly blow like this. Therefore, I want you to become my grandson and take refuge in the name of Non."

You're talking about the human greed involved in the rights that were out there earlier... It was good until now, but is it difficult to protect the outgoing pile and the outgoing son in the absence of the previous king? Ha, think about me until you lose your brother, or this guy... In the future, if no child with the right to inherit the throne is born over there, we will move on to the path of Rothstee. I also have the authority of the King Sun. Expect that......

"Okay. With Liz, I'll take care of you."

"If...?

"Officially, let's be grandchildren, Grandpa"

To that answer, Rostee opens her eyes wide......

"Oh... oh... my grandson... Well, can Non have a grandson... No, I'm sorry...... I also assumed that I would refuse. I was surprised..."

Ha, because I don't trust you. Well, I'm turning you down once.

"Though I was prepared not to listen because the children did not make grandchildren. Glad to hear it...... My granddaughter can be with me. I can't be happier."

Rostee smiles lightly and nods happily yeah yeah.

"Hold on."

With that said, Rostee heads to the shelf and brings a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Then again."

With that said, place the cup next to the green reversi plate and fill it with purple liquid. I'll give you that one. Receive, in front of your chest, and match with Rostee.

"Please, don't be with me for eternity. It's thicker than blood, and I'm not offering a cup for this encounter."

Whisper as Rostee sings.

"I thank God generally for this encounter. Please prove the correctness of that guidance by doing more than that."

I also sing thanks to God.

Each other cups. Simultaneously tongue and dry sound and place the cup on the table.

"My grandson, do me a favor better than this"

"It's me, Grandpa."

Here's the deal. I inherited the thoughts of the former king and obtained the duty and right to protect and enrich the people of Rostee, the former refuge of Norwegian, Liz. Then what are you hesitant to do? Run. Move on. I'll run you off.