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

"Friendship... Friendship"

A meditated usal bows his head deeply. This is quite unusual. A respite if reciprocal, and an outside act if present. Apologies are forbidden in diplomacy.

"My father's upside caused by the former Earl of Herbatestuy is my responsibility to be here now. Please, I want to apologize."

Sincere eyes. Pierced straight eyes. I think with a cold heart that people who bond will be bonded here. Diplomacy is a fiction. Change your attitude to get the results that your organization needs. It doesn't matter how it goes. Ultimately, I wish I had what I needed.

I provided the recipe, or permanent property. This is something that, even if it may become obsolete in the future, will benefit you forever if you improve it.

Translate, therefore, this apology. It may be an honor for the Viscount to receive more than the Count. But if you say so, the present lord in the realm is only apologizing for the sins committed by his predecessor in the realm. The King's Sacrifice and Herbatestuy Territory. It doesn't match as a weight.

Besides, I guess the only reason I've drawn on the benefits so far is because I can't judge the value of the recipe. I don't know the price, but I see a big profit. Then I can see that you want to create a statue called the Viscount that draws more apologies than the Count, even with his face under his nose.

Totally...... this is hateful. Something unpleasant springs from the bottom of my belly in my attempt to crush the king's death with such a small sacrifice counterproposal.

"No, I didn't expect you to say that. But it was an unfortunate event. What about His Excellency Unicenica?

"You don't need a nickname. Before... No, my father is closed to the northern castle. Never come out again."

Eussal tells me in a smile. Never...? There's nothing certain about this world. Did that ever hurt you? Afraid of the outside world, I guess I just haven't made it public. Try being a herbates-tai inhabitant, you won't allow your weak back to be the feather of your lord dying in a Varanica protest.

"Really? I hope you live well."

Ironically counteract it with disgust. I guess I just took it from you and someone else died, but we had to kill our parents. I guess that's what you're trying to say.

"It hurts."

"But this time it really hurts. Was it like my great-uncle had to sacrifice himself..."

Keeping people killed with the donation you raised hurts the vessel in your heart. It was found that the old wound opened and blue blood dripped. Still, I have to pay the price for my stupidity. To pave the way for the end of the dream of the dead.

"Big uncle?"

Usal opens his eyes like his first ear. I'm not actively publishing anything. If it were bad, there would be more people in the country who don't even know it.

"Yes. I welcomed Norwe to my father. So Rostee is my grandfather. His brother, His Majesty, had to lose his life, and his heart was torn apart."

Usal wrinkles at the root of his eyebrows and peels his eyes off.

Yeah, you're right. You said you killed your parents, so you'd crush them as a countermeasure, but they're dead. I have one more card. It was each other who lost blood clans. In other words, it resurfaced how Eusal would compensate Dabutia for the death of the purely Varanica king.

The trigger that I wouldn't have pulled if I hadn't put it on the topic or put it on this gift counterproposal. Now, how much weight will the cards of a nation's king's life weigh?

"I don't know..."

I guess I understood the situation. Yousar groans so full.

A gorgeous encounter. A serious silence in the luxurious concierge where the sun shines. It is an act of host majesty.

"Well, let's talk about the future now anyway. on the future involvement of Maekawa territory with Dubtia"

I smile and take off the ladder. Lend it to me.

Sit on a soft leather sofa and indulge in tea brewed by a samurai. Boulder, Chanoki's real life. It smells completely different. Enjoy the fragrance of incense, softly containing it in your mouth and enjoying the vibrant fragrance coming out of your nose.

"Tea still beats dubteers"

Yousar smiles even though his behavior becomes slightly suspicious on a line that is not even a genuine affection.

"Ah, ah. Rumor has it that even in Maekawa territory, they started producing tea."

Observational jab that I'm sure you know what's going on in your realm.

"Yep. It would just be the original tree problem. Quality to the extent that it is driven even if it is placed on the market. It ends with consumption in the territory."

Dodge, through.

From here on out, it's the domain of diplomacy. After an outburst, a vain, an excessive tortuosity, the time passes for about thirty minutes without any agreement between the two.

"And well. I've talked to you so far, honest story. I'm not going to ask Doubtier for anything about the death of his predecessor."

In the meantime, I'll casually take a look at the oversized straight.

"Ha... ah?

"I also agree with Rostee on this"

Yousar silent on this line. Heavy towns in the country are the consent of faction leaders with more than half the nobility in the country. It can be called a national policy. I guess the calculations won't make it.

"In the future, I hope we can do healthy business. aggressive, accommodating, brilliant business."

I smiled and ran out of words.