Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

The sky was blue and clear everywhere, and the wind blowing through the terrace was pleasant.

The season is autumn, heavenly high horse fat yuru autumn.

I wonder if it's also autumn of reading.

What I have right now is a picture map of parchment and work material, and I don't need to read this, either, so quickly.

Sometimes I think I'll even read a book of stories, but thank you. Books of this era are hard and not funny.

If I make my previous work a novel, I might be able to sell it.

The long lasting war, as well as post-war diplomacy, ended.

As such, when all threats disappeared, I was spared.

But you just won't have time to be writing light novels.

I don't have anything left to do with it.

As king and queen of the kingdom of Silesier, I am in a position to partition the kingdom's military power.

In addition, we need to design a new country.

Shake your head and remember contemporary history to draw a pictorial map of the industrial structure, like a new country, in a marathon drawing.

With significant compensation, the city of Nant, which is undergoing development as an international port, is boiling down to life.

The victory mood must have driven it, the stock market and banking are on track. The entrepreneurial boom and the investment boom are happening simultaneously and thriving.

If we leave this development as it is, we will have a bubble economy and eventually collapse, so we must develop the real economy during the boom.

To activate trade, there must be products to sell.

Silesier's main industries are typical agricultural countries, but from there light industries such as food processing and spinning. Eventually, it will lead to the development of heavy industry such as steel.

"You got a pile to do."

Fortunately, it succeeded in ceding most of the interests of ships and colonial facilities abroad used for trading from the Kingdom of Castilia instead of compensation.

It takes away the power of Castile, a maritime hegemonic nation, and the wealth of the country is overflowing.

In this current, we must move on to the needle of history into the era of the great voyage to come.

I take this opportunity to calm my back and get ready for it.

Though there are some brilliant tabernacles to support in practical terms.

I'm the only one who can map the future north, south, and the endless new continent.

Living human history never stops walking.

With that momentum, I've written some new plans, but inadvertently stop my hand.

"Well, I guess I could take a break today or so."

Sometimes, I thought maybe I could stop and rest a little.

Today is a pleasant day with soft sunshine and pleasant wind.

Can we try and enjoy the rest of the ordinary times between the bundles, calming down and enjoying ourselves in the king's capital?

You won't have to rush anything. I didn't say about today and after a few days off I shouldn't be hitting a bee.

Instead, I want to travel, at least not until they settle down, as the births of my wives are near.

Like in Oracle, I miss having a father when a child is born.

Good, decide to take the day off.

Looking at the picturesque map of the Eurasian continent on parchment paper, I sit back and indulge in a terrace with a view of the lush rear palace garden.

"Yeah, this terrain... where were the reports of the colonial cities on the African continent? No, how about..."

I decided to take the day off, but I'm thinking about talking about work again.

I've been rushed by so many things so far that even looking at the map makes me feel restless with my hips floating around.

When I put the parchment map on the side table, I took a deep breath, calming my hips deeply in the silky seat.

Yeah, I'm not comfortable. That's an occupational disease. I can't laugh at the worker holic lol.

"Coffee's in."

"Oh...... thanks. It's a luxury to have the queen brewed from her hands."

There came a silhouette with coffee and sweets in the basin. The silhouette is closed today because a series of diplomacy is over.

A black liquid receives a cup poured with waves and mouths. Yeah, it's thick.

Silhouette sat on the side trying to push her thin hips against me.

This seat is slightly narrow for the two of us to sit in, but is it okay?

"I'm taking a rest and relaxing too"

"Right, Silhouette was busy here too, so how are you feeling?"

It's a luxurious body, so I'm going to forget, but Silhouette's pregnant, too.

When he grinned at my inquiry, he took my hand.

"At one point, the connection was pretty hard, but now I'm feeling good"

"Right. Is it the one called Stability Period?

Silhouette and I sit together on a small couch and talk about no other love.

I was at war, Silhouette was at home, and when I was busy, I couldn't afford this kind of time.

It's been a long time since I've been able to spend time with Silhouette.

This could be a valuable holiday.

"No, Silhouette was about to have her birthday"

"Huh? Right, my concubine is almost eighteen years old.

During this time, you said that Silhouette was fifteen years old and she was already an adult, but would she be that much longer?

The silhouette is small, so I can't imagine if this kid and I are married and one of these days we're going to be mothers.

But time passes when you realize it.

The slave girls who are still living in the castle and doing all kinds of work, in association with me, are also talking about if they think they are children, then it's an adult celebration or something.

I'm still unfamiliar with being told I'm fifteen and an adult or something, but that's the custom in this country, so I just have to get used to it.

Looking back, I wonder how old I am now. I don't know why my birthday is shifting, but it's been over three years since I've been in this world, so I think I'm about 21.

"Well, that's an early one. We have to celebrate."

"I don't have to take such a toll, but I hope Master Takel celebrates"

I bought a lot of amber from the Kingdom of Lastore to make jewellery.

I have received a lot of gold and silver treasures from the Kingdom of Castile, so I don't have a problem with the items I present... Hmm.

Following the bitterness of the coffee, I thought I'd make a cake for my birthday when I enjoyed the sweetness of the white macarons of tea treats.

Speaking of birthdays, it would be cake. Why don't you talk to Colette, the chef, and make some big cakes?

Together, a big one like a wedding cake.

We have a lot of girls, so you won't be able to make a lot of them but eat them.

Make a big sponge, apply cream and fill it with fruit.

In my head, when I made a plan to make a cake as tall as a tower, it was fun.

"Did you come up with something interesting?

Silhouette asked me if it was because I looked like I was having fun.

"Huh, sort of."

Let's keep the cake thing a secret until we can. If it's the same plan, it's more fun to draw blueprints that make big cakes.

It's going to be a good breath. Perhaps this can be thought of, which means that we are at peace.

"Whoa, you're doing it"

"Master, can cake be so expensive? I made it for the first time, so it's frightening."

In the royal palace cooking room, a cake sponge overlaps four steps on a large silver plate and becomes a tower.

The cake is as tall as a meter. If you put it any higher, this would be the limit because the cake is going to crumble at its own weight.

Tower cakes, possibly the first time in the history of the Eurasian continent, will be made.

Just watching the process makes me excited.

As Colette, the head chef in a white cock hat, directs, the slave girl is making whipped cream by stirring the chatter and milk in a bowl cooled and separated cream in total.

You make cakes this tall, so do sponges but lots of whipped cream.

Everything will be handmade, so no matter how many crowds you have, it's not enough.

Sharon presides over everything else, but when it comes to cooking, the plan still centers around Colette and her slave girl cooking squad.

The underlying sponges have already been baked one after the other, and things seem to be going according to my plan.

I was trying to help make whipped cream, too, and I said I was stirring the bowl of cream.

A little girl with blue eyes water fairy (half nymph) in her blue hair came holding the fruit tightly in a large cage, so she runs over and helps carry it.

The cake also has sweet strawberries with stickies, a bit of sour citrus fruit, and aromatic muscats that are likely to be eaten on each skin.

Because I told you to bring me a lot, and in an unusual way, it even comes in the fruit of Chatenier and the fruit wrapped in Iga, which is called in Silesier. It's called maroon, that's chestnut fruit.

This will also be an ingredient in the cake if it is candied and maroon glasse, but I will not use it this time because it takes too long to boil in sugar.

You can make it and eat it next time.

If you want to eat right away, it looks delicious for chestnut dinner.

No, cake making is first.

"Fruit...... brought"

"Oh, thank you, Viola. Thanks!"

Praised by me for the flourishing crop, Viola, who is so adept at laughing, is not only making herbs that use magic vegetables that spring from the mountains of demons, but also, more recently, making orchards besides test farms that grow rice in the swamps.

I guess some of the glassy greenhouse effects I designed, but even the fruits of the South, which are not supposed to grow in Silesier in Viola's orchards, thrive regardless of the season.

When Viola, with the protection of the Water Spirit, strokes him, "Grow well -" rice yields abundant fruit, and fruit trees give great sweet fruit.

I'm letting other kids help, but the fact that the Demon Mountain test farm is abundant is largely due to Viola's personal ability to grow plants.

Large-scale production is therefore difficult, but it was gratifying to grow and enjoy a wide variety of ingredients near Wang Capital.

You can also import ingredients that are not in Silesier, so I can say that it is an environment to bring to the culinary research.

In the large kitchen of the royal castle, I silently lined up the fruit and gave Viola, skinning the chestnut, a spoon of whipped cream that I intended to reward.

"Want a taste?

"Delicious..."

Viola's tricks of licking pepper and cream are adorable.

All girls like sweet things.

"Well, I'll make something better for Viola."

"Yeah, I'm waiting"

My heart is relieved to see the face of a child who is delighted to eat something sweet.

Viola liked ice cream, so I'll make it for him later.

What about ice cream, whipped cream, pancakes full of honey? Yeah, ice cake could be interesting.

Viola can use elementary water magic, so she is free to make ice and chill on the spot.

More repertoire of cakes to make thanks to.

Soothing with the slave girls, Leah came as she worked to make whipped cream and opened the door with a bang of noise.

"What's up, Leah?

"I heard you make cakes big enough for people to get inside! I will definitely help you too."

Leah is fast at it and looks happy. You said yes to me, I even got a double piece.

At that fancy stage of gesturing, I generally know what Leah is going to say. Dangerous tension.

Anyway, I'd be willing to suggest that I, who grew angel feathers, emerge from the cake or something stupid.

I slap Leah on the shoulder.

"It's time you stopped giving birth, so I told you not to be impotent."

"Uh, well, then. Give me my milk... ahh."

I sigh, I put down the bowl where I was making whipped cream, and I hug Leah in a pure white dress.

What an unfortunate woman to talk to, even though she is a beautiful Virgin with blonde blue eyes if she keeps her mouth shut.

I mouthed it gently in the sense that you would keep quiet. This is the best way to keep Leah quiet, and I'm going to rub her tummy, which is getting bigger.

I think my stomach moved a little. In my stomach, my baby is growing up.

In the meantime, if you hold him like this, Leah will calm down, but then he will soften out again.

This has been such a tension lately.

Leah, too, may refrain from producing her own and feel uncomfortable.

It's always weird rear, but I've been acting even weirder lately. Interrupting the work is like a cat. You want me to take care of this?

"Hey, Leah. You don't have to try to make the conversation interesting. Every time I think, where are you a performer? Is it time for you to be a mother, too?

"Ugh... yes, when Takel tells me that, it's definitely not true"

Please, just calm down a little bit more like a mother.

I also think about this every time, but I have no idea why Leah at this rate is revered as the Virgin. Anyway, Leah's in danger if you let her go.

"... yes, if you're out of hand, can you help me make whipped cream"

"Really, then I will definitely help you"

I gave Leah the ball with the cream and the foam, and for some reason I try to take off the dress that I was naturally wearing there.

"Whoa, don't take it off. Why are you taking it off! You're telling me I don't need your milk!

"No, it's not milk. Because it's whipped cream, I thought I'd apply it to my chest... that's how it unfolds, isn't it?

What the hell... I know you had an idea for Leah, but I have no idea what that means. What kind of development is that?

I think I was at ease with the slave girls because of this, but can't I just leave the emotionally unstable rear alone?

"Come here for a second, Leah. Sorry, guys, keep working."

"Yes......"

I left the cake production to Colette and the others, and I decided to fool Leah.

Stay with me for a while and rub him in the stomach and he'll calm down.

Pregnant women can become emotionally unstable. In Leah's case, I can't get sick because of the protection of the Virgin of Creation.

Still, my heart may be a lot anxious to be Leah.

Even I never thought I'd be a father so soon, but I guess even Leah, who was a Sister, didn't think I'd be a mother.

I can't help but calm down, but I wonder what kind of child my mother is going to have at this rate.

The rear hall had become a little party venue.

Large cakes are placed in the middle so that other dishes can be eaten side by side in a standing food format.

A properly small cake is lined with candles just for the number of silhouette ages.

It's a birthday classic, but they didn't have this custom over here, so I took a little time to explain.

"Did you make all this for your concubine?

"I've never been able to stay with him before, and I'm going to celebrate it with my apologies, so blow out the cake candles."

The delightful silhouette blows out the candle flame on the cake.

"Master Takel's hometown is an interesting custom," he said in a shaky manner. If you do this, the silhouette looks like a young girl whose fairy beauty goes hand in hand with her small back length.

"Yeah, I'm glad you're happy. It was worth the preparation. And then there's this."

Pass the bracelet made of amber.

Silhouettes have official events as queens, so it doesn't matter how much jewellery they have.

"Ugh..."

"What's wrong, why are you crying?"

"I was just wondering if it was something my concubine couldn't have anymore, so I'm sorry. I'm so happy and impressed..."

"I gave it to my other wife first, but I kept my bracelet specially ordered for Silhouette because I wanted to give it to her for her birthday..."

Sure, it's been the last time for Silhouette to hand over the souvenirs of the Kingdom of Lastore, but it's the one called "Decorating the Ootri".

I tried to surprise you and kept it to myself until Silhouette's birthday, but that seemed to make me anxious to reject it and not get just me.

Even as a surprise gift, the surprise worked too well.

Silhouette who became a fine queen, but you still have the negativity when you were some shady princess.

There's no way I'd ever forget to give you a silhouette.

Covering a silhouette with a crying smile, I put an amber bracelet in my sneaky white arm.

Though exquisitely crafted amber bracelets are beautiful.

Silhouette's slender arms are more beautiful than that.

"The gift is beautiful, and the cake is very tasty. Thanks!

"I wish you liked it. It looks good, of course, but the flavor was well invented."

All the fruit Viola grew for me is sweet and delicious, so I can taste it even if I'm pretty modest on sugar.

Because sugar is still precious, sweets with more sugar are generally considered more luxurious.

However, the complex flavors where the diverse sweetness of the cream and fruit intersect in the mouth must be much better.

Instead, a cake full of strawberries and oranges and muscats would be more elegant with modest sweetness.

"Thanks for the best gift ever!

"Yeah, I'm glad you're happy. We're all going to celebrate our birthdays."

There's another reason I've kept the sugar pretty modest.

When I was pregnant, my taste changed, so I was a little worried that the silhouettes would find what I find delicious.

The human ancestors said they were ape-like animals living on trees and fruit food.

So when I'm not feeling well, I scrape down the apples and eat them.

Fruits are nutritious and good for the body. It should also be kind to the stomach of a pregnant woman.

Apparently, it was good because the natural sweetness of the fruit seemed to work just as well for silhouettes with altered taste.

Not just the silhouette, but Dr. Lyle, Leah and Sharon are pregnant, so I'll be careful there.

I told you to stop it if it looks tight, but both Leah and Sharon are eating bakubaku, so it looks fine.

Dr. Lyle also eats modestly.

He doesn't seem to like sweets much originally, but the teacher would rather start eating sweets after he gets pregnant.

Food preferences seem to be changing subtly because of changes in taste, but pregnant women are basically hungry.

They want something sour, so I try not to cut the citrus fruit all the time.

I went out to the courtyard when I saw everyone having fun and eating and then splitting the cake into plates and serving the fork.

Neneca, are you there?

"Yes, here..."

When the international situation is persecuting, the scouts (scouts) who have been active in the Kingdom of Castile as scouts are also returning to the King's Capital.

The number of castle outposts should be sufficient, but thanks to the loose defense system in our rear palace, I can rest assured that the Nenecas, who have deep experience in shadow warfare and special missions, are patrolling us.

As a pure defensive force, it would suffice to have Louise, an excellent female knight, and Kaara, a senior magician, but there is something called proper material.

In the unlikely event that enemy assassins or undercover detectives come lurking, the Neneca and their professionals will defend them better.

And the fact that Neneca's secret service is full of women was also convenient for use in the defense of the rear palace.

Too convenient to use, enough to worry about whether the Nenecas' work would be too overworked. I hear you're getting a modest increase in the salary I'm giving you.

"I made the cake, you guys eat it too"

"We have security..."

"Yeah, why don't we just take turns doing security? Today is a celebration of the Queen's birth. Anything while Neneca eats, you can do it on my behalf."

That's how Neneca said she couldn't enjoy it, and she laughed out at Couscous.

"What's up?"

"No, I was wondering if you were a guard who told us to replace the guard job."

"I wonder if it's that weird. Sure, I'm in a position to get you to protect me now, and it's not for the nekas who got the job, but I think I was the one who originally taught you how to be a spy, huh?

"No, I'm sorry if I thought it was acting like you. But I prefer cheap braves like that, too."

With that said, Neneca took the plate I gave her and started eating the cake.

It would mean taking my favor honestly. The Nenecas are not like soldiers, so flexibility is a beauty.

"That's sweet and delicious"

"Well, I'll plug in the food and drinks later."

"Still, it sounds like a lie when you're doing this"

"What is it?

I took it and did it. Drink the tea and Neneca accidentally said that.

"It feels like during this time that I'm playing the Bandits and that's where the brave men came from. In just a few years, this brave man was the lord of this country, and I never imagined that our former bandits would be guarding the castle."

"Well, we've come a long way from each other."

Only two years have passed since then.

There's really a lot going on, and I've survived the big war twice, and I've come this far with everyone.

"We have been saved by the brave. Thank you."

"No, you should be thanking me. I'm still getting help."

Thus, as I look up at the beautiful moon when I hear the sound of bugs in the courtyard of the royal palace, I remember the old days.

On quiet nights, that's how I feel snuggly.

"So, is it each other?"

"Right. But you're the one receiving the reward because I'm your husband. He also did a good job this time in the Kingdom of Castile. This is a small thank you..."

I removed a ring with a large grain of amber from the bag I had in my pocket.

It was a very rare amber with purple for some reason as to what kind of addition or subtraction it had such a color on.

I thought it resembled Neneca's purple hair color, so I thought I'd make it a hair decoration at first.

I can't put that on and work as a secret detective, so I tried to make it a ring.

"What... is that a ring? Um, I'm serious, right?

"Seriously? Oh, sure, don't hesitate to have me"

"If I get it, I won't give it back."

Neneca reached out and took the leopard ring from my hand and framed it on her left finger.

It suits me well. A ring wouldn't get in the way.

I processed it into a highly redeemable ring because it is possible that hidden work would inadvertently divert money.

But isn't there some strange atmosphere?

I'm so glad I got the ring, I'm shuddering around whenever I can illuminate an amber that shines in the light of the moon.

Usually, Neneca has a slightly different impression today, even though she feels like a calm sister.

When I told her I felt somewhat uncomfortable and would bring extra food and drinks.

"Make it alcoholic, then, and hang out with me this evening," she said oddly glossy.

"Neneca, I thought alcohol had a security job."

"Wouldn't that be nice? It must be special today or so. I'm about to take turns, and if you ask, you'll take my place."

I thought what you were saying was different, but I decided to take every bottle of fine wine with the food.

I took it with me when I took the booze and the dishes. So I was held back and I was supposed to eat the dishes together.

Sometimes, Neneca and I thought we needed the comfort of the back, so we let him carry the liquor and dishes from barrel to barrel, and even the terrace in the courtyard started the feast.

The ham and sausage of the knob instantly disappeared when even the secret detective working at the castle was behaved with a superior liquor rarely in his mouth.

Sure, sometimes you can have days like this.

I ate with him on the terrace in the courtyard, but Neneca gets drunk.

I felt too good and drunk cooking up old stories too, but Neneca looks more like it.

I can't stand up by myself very much.

"Neneca was surprisingly vulnerable to booze..."

"Do you hate weak women"

Answering otherwise, I lift the neighbor I stopped by and take him to the rear palace depot.

Over there, beds are also available so that the Nenecas can rest.

"I'll make it easier."

Loosen the shoelaces in Neneca's boots and take them off spontaneously.

You can't just go to bed with your shoes on. I hesitated a little on my glossy thighs, but I'll also let you take off your socks that would be easier.

"Please, brave man, let me take off my clothes too..."

"That's a little... Yeah, but would it just make your jacket easier"

As I loosened the button on my chest because it seemed so painful, I was dragged into bed with my stripped legs tangled up in that gap in my hips.

That power is stronger than I thought, and I get held up in bed as it is.

"Hey Neneca......?

"What's wrong?"

"No, not what's going on... are you kidding me?

"I'm not kidding. I'm sorry I'm joking about sending a ring to a woman. So, if I let you get drunk and put you to bed, I'm going to hit you."

"Really? I didn't mean to..."

"You don't have to, just keep an eye on it. Mostly nobody would come to this room, would they?

"Speaking of which, yes, it's somewhat quiet"

"My men paid me to do this."

Covert Squad Scared. Was it a long calculation?

Surprised, she whispers in her ear that she shouldn't be too ashamed of herself.

Lately, I feel like that's just the pattern.

But because I'm in such a close position, I feel so bad that I'm falling asleep with Neneca. I'm your manager.

"Hey, Neneca, don't secret detectives have anything to do with their clients or something like that?"

There has to be a professionalism.

"What are you talking about, I'm just a former bandit. Isn't that true? If you're a good guy, you just want to hold him."

They laughed at me.

"But cheating is a bit..."

Neneca is just the chief who oversees the shadow work of the kingdom of Silesier.

I can't untie Neneca's hand tangled around her neck as much as I can tell you where such a force is in this thin arm.

I think I've been totally put to sleep.

Of course, being a brave man, you should be able to jump if I seriously defy you, but that's what I can't wonder.

"I hope you're serious, not cheating, right? What's wrong with putting something like this on a woman's neck about her age and not being serious?"

"Oh, the collar of slaves..."

I'm telling you I don't have to wear it because I'm done with the role, and the Nenecas are still wearing a white collar with an inscription that says it's still my slave because the street is better that way.

Neneca took off the collar of the slave who was tightening her own neck and covered it over me.

"It's the responsibility of the brave man who put this stuff on a woman. If you do this, I will be a courageous man now. At least that seems to be the case from around. As a man, you have to take responsibility for that, don't you?

"Hmm, that's..."

Weak when they say so. I let the Nenecas do that because it was my convenience.

But I get in trouble when I can come by that logic. If I was dealing with every girl with a slave collar, it wouldn't be enough no matter how many I had.

"You're as sweet as you used to be where a woman would be flushed if she were sweet,"

"No, it's sweet, or they're trying not to get away with it."

"Huh, I admire you, brave man..."

"Neneca......"

I'm pushed down on the bed, and I'm bringing Neneca's face closer. The exhalation was sweet and red to the earlobes as she seemed excited.

I lay my lips on top of Neneca's enthusiasm. It tasted like the wine I just drank.

"She may not be worthy of a brave man, but she has served with her life while not extending."

"No, there's no such thing as unworthy."

"Then wouldn't it be okay for me to reward you for one night or so?

"If that's what Neneca wants, I don't mind... yeah"

It surprised me myself that after I accidentally said that, I would say here that I don't mind.

It's like I let it out.

"Glad to hear it... even if you get rewarded, you mean good"

"Oh, that would be good if Neneca..."

Hopefully, I shouldn't cheat, but responding to Neneca's thoughts and staying with her till morning doesn't mean the impetus of an indelible drink.

Must be because in me, I was willing to admit it.

We've been dating a long time, and I thought Neneca would be nice.

Previously, I've been tempted to joke, but I thought I was just making fun of you.

I didn't think Neneca liked me so much that I was seriously compelled to, but I probably also felt like this would happen to me or somewhere else.

But being a brave man in this world is hot.

This may be natural that many brave men in history had wives.