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

I leave the reception room with Norwe, but rarely can I hear a sigh from before.

"What's going on? Dear Norwe,"

When I ask, I stop, look back, but a face that doesn't float slightly.

"Um, I don't really like that kind of father. I know it's hard to cut, but I don't think it's even a place to show sweetness."

Uh, is there anything Norwegian thinks too? It was a little tough because I could go ahead and assume something I didn't know either.

"We still have time for dinner, and how about one inning?

"Hmm...... It's my stupidity, isn't it? Well, good for occasions. Do you have any previous seasonings? Let's cool down in the East Room."

"That'll take a little while. You can eat just miso, but there's no more beer."

"In wine, wouldn't it suit you a little? Well, let's take a look in the kitchen."

Both of them head to the kitchen feeling sorry for themselves because they are not at home. There are no more Liz and the others, so I wonder if I've finished making the treats. When I asked the cook who was busy preparing dinner, hoping he would be happy to feed me later, the ingredients were served. Do you have walnuts and nuts, and vegetables such as cucumber...... Finely chop the dried salted boar, pair with the vegetables and crush the nuts onto it. Later, season lightly with olive oil, vinegar and salt pepper, make a simple salad, keep a bottle of white wine and head to the East Room.

"But you're quick too... Salad, but not for long."

"I have lived alone for a long time, so I can cook in a set. Well, it's a man's dish."

"Really? It seemed delicious enough..."

Talking about that, he enters the East Room, rattling his wine cooler. A soft yellow day plugs in to an early extent on the western day as well. Imagine an object processed with high heat of erbium oxide and silicate in mining magic, while producing two pairs of glasses that emerge with my crest. The clear cherry blossom color is adorably embellished with ten valve cherry blossom floats and scattered petals.

"This is beautiful again. Is this magic too?

"Yes. You seem to be able to make things that you can understand in mineral relations. We treasure it because it has a wider scope than earthly magic."

"It's colorful and above all. But this pale color soothes my heart"

Place the dishes and separate the salad as Norwe makes his way across the street. Tilt a bottle of wine, pour white wine into a cherry glass and serve to Norwe.

"I've always cared about you, so I was hoping we could talk about it loosely today or so. There's also" alert, "so your ears will be fine."

Raising the glass, puffy Norwe erupts.

"I'm sorry. Thanks."

Tilt each other's slightly cooler wines and exhale deeper. The aroma of nuts and olive oil is high, with hints of acidity and peppery spiciness multiplied with the sweetness of the vegetables, with their moisture, through the throat and nose.

"Hehe..."

"Something?

"No, he said it was delicious. You can do anything."

Uh, I feel a lot worse. My father was not much of a person to look after when it comes to the family either. That reminds me of the look on my face.

"You can't do anything. I just wanted to learn how to enjoy myself when I loved someone."

"Right...... Yeah, you're right. I guess your power is the crystal of effort. I can't help but envy you."

With that said, I smile slightly.

"Didn't you care about the mercenary guild?

At times like this, bypassing is not obvious. I just cut in.

"I'm with you when you're in the Adventurer's Guild. If you do it badly, if you don't respond properly, growth will happen. My father says he can have it, but he's going broke somewhere. Mercenary guild is not a single rock."

"Even if Walanica is good, Dabutia is...?

"Mmm. They used to give me quite a bit. As I mentioned earlier, the people I know were also harmed. Between a country and a country, it's not going to be such a sweet story. Father would understand that too..."

Tilt a glass of dust and Norweh pours it at his discretion.

"Even in my hometown, it existed to say that I was a merchant undertaking a war. However, it moves within the boundaries of national law, so you can't commit crimes in the first place, and you can try to punish them under national authority."

"Didn't you punish me for saying it was possible?

Norweh groans as she peeks this one in the eye.

"Did you say ordinance? Because there was a similar story. There seems to have been talk of not punishing a soldier and an unacknowledged person for not falling within the scope of the ordinance."

"Right...... Everywhere is so intelligent..."

Tilt the glass while enjoying the pomegranate salad.

"You said miscalculation... If you make a mistake in the future, will this hand attack occur? Besides, the amount involved in this mansion is, well, convincing, but I wonder what the amount involved in the other mansions will be. If payments were possible, would they be implemented? I ran out of contracts..."

"Right...... However, it was Rothschild's word that mercenary guilds were never involved in crime."

I tilt the glass too.

"Until now... I guess. If it's going to be doable somewhere, I want to limit that. Is that what you think, young?

Over the glass, Norwegian eyes looking at me.

"I have less experience, don't I? However, I guess it's because of my youth that I want to tighten things up a lot. I don't want to repeat the tragedy, so I place restrictions..."

Glass when Norwegian has trouble with the word. And pour.

"What would you do?

"When tightened, it's something that erupts somewhere. Because organizations hate vested interests infringed the most. Does that make you feel free, but only to wear a collar?"

"Collar?"

"Let the insider in. Subject to intelligence. Investigate what the other side doesn't like in the first place and keep it in our hands. You can do what you want, but if you're going to put this one at a disadvantage, are you going to make me ready for the pain?"

"Hmm...... If I were to, I'd talk to my father, and I'd go that far..."

"Yes. I was wondering if that would be all right. Nothing. There should be no deviation from Lord Rostee's and Norwegian's policies. However, I was wondering if Norwegian was offended because there was a brake in the means. You should be honest with me there. I'm no longer irreparable, so I can't go in on either side, but it's not like there's any quarantine between you two. Honestly, I was wondering if there were any problems with the likes and evils being served. Times and people's thoughts are shifting. We seem to be imposing our ideals a little bit on each other."

"Ideal...? Right. If you look at your ideals as an enlightened man to your father and that's something you don't like, it offends your mood. Ha, you're a child..."

"Reality is not necessarily one-sided either. Depending on the way people see it, it would be something to move on. Even if the result is the same, I wonder if the impression will change much."

"Hmm. Even if a sacrifice were made this time, I wonder if Father would have continued to talk as well..."

"I see the results have not changed."

"Right...... Reality. Okay. Let's talk to your father in a broken stomach. Try to think a little more about the distance between each guild."

"Right. I don't even want to see a fight between my grandfather and my father if I can. We were unhappy that the miscalculations and apologies were told at the same value."

If you tell him so, Norweh tilts his neck.

"What do you see there?

"It's only a matter of time before we get something done, and if we make a mistake, we just have to apologize. The table called Trust has been replaced. Later, even though Master Rostee is a key position, it doesn't mean that it will be used more heavily than the words of His Majesty the King or His Majesty the former Queen. I think we should think about this, including the possibility that it was used for the trial stone."

Tell him that much, and I'll dry the glass. Tilt the much lighter bottle and pour gently.

"You want me to consider mercenary guilds, even if they're limited?

"That's the worst part. Depending on how His Majesty the King comes out, I wonder if we will think that far. Master Rostee said it, but it's not on my brother anymore. I think it's time to change our attitude towards the countries that say Varanica."

Rostee is the prime minister, but he has no more power than the prime minister. If the enemy was the former queen, it is likely enough to involve the worst of the current kings. That way, we can't stop it with the current Rostee. If attacked by kings, conservatives and royalists, the enlightened alone could be pushed off. For this reason, I may have to ask you to carry on your role as a public and king. Did Norweh get through with it, too, and her expression gets stiff.

"If I suck, you want me to kill you?

"It depends on the situation. If they don't dance, good. If you want to dance......? I just move not to, but I believe we will have to have that recognised as a means. Because that would be the negative, cotton legacy that I should have suffered when I defeated King Xian."

When I tell him so, Norweh meditates his eyes hard and wrinkles at the root of his brow.

"You made me carry something big..."

A voice that exhales to squeeze.

"It seems convinced if only His Majesty the current King, but it is common practice that this kind of thing doesn't work when women are involved. Whatever it is, there is no advantage whatsoever in the fact that Master Rostee and Mr. Norweh are now in disagreement. If you can, can you hit me in the heart?

"Okay. This story will be discussed again with your father. Sorry to bother you so much."

"Because you are always concerned. That's all I can do."

Tell him so and pour the rest of the wine into both glasses. I get a glimpse of the deacon on the edge of 'Vigilance'.

"Then be with the Father and the Son"

"That's a good look. Ahead of you, my good grandson and son."

Raise the cup to each one, drink it up, and place a ton on the table.

"Please use the glass when talking about you two."

When I tell her, Norweh smiles happily.

After cleaning up, trying to leave the East Room, I see the butler's face. Norweh is handing over her luggage to the butler who will tell her that dinner is ready, telling her to coordinate her post-dinner meeting with Rostee.

Now, I hope it will be a stone's throw to correct this mess of flow and to re-tap the guts of a guild that is a little inconsiderate and to make it bubble into something that is a leap. This one is against the country and us. With that in mind, I headed with Norweh to the dining room where my beloved Liz waited.