Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

The meeting with Queen Elizabeth, who proposes to Larsia, took place a few days after that.

The location is the cabin of the Dimensional Navigation Vessel (Plain Craft) Spelllight. It is also in Her Majesty's chamber.

"There's definitely a back. Never."

Believe me, I don't doubt it, Larsia, but Yut thought it might be to the extent that he wanted to invite whoever he liked to his room.

For this reason, I naturally drank their demands.

"Fine, you're sturdy."

"Right. Instead of joints, there's no distortion on the walls or the floor."

Describe the truly Arsian feeling, obtained from the simulated vision by the crimson eye bands.

The Yuts were just about to travel aboard the Spelllight.

Similar to the look of an iron castle, the passageways, walls and ceilings on board are made of steel trees and are monochromatic in black. A magical light arranged at regular intervals illuminates where the magic is supplied from.

The aisle is narrow and finally because Yut and Arsia walk side by side. In Exile, it must fill the aisle.

"The land of oblivion has magic items called relics."

"Legacy?"

"Yeah. Powerful magic equipment left behind by the ancient magic empire. I can't reproduce it. It's a legacy."

"The Land of Forgetfulness" is not a civilization progressing compared to the Brewers. However, devastation is intense, such as the aftermath of war and the war by the gods of good and evil, which disrupts world law.

For this reason, if there is an over-technology compared to the Earth, such as dimensional navigation ships and robots (Warmakinas), there may be an unbalanced development that the general standard of living is less than in recent times.

"I see. Shizuku, is this an excavation battleship?"

The three of us moving on as we talk about that.

The gray-haired old gentleman who leads the way doesn't try to pinch his mouth just by smiling.

"Such a precious thing, Jonah..."

"I'm already reflecting."

The only thing that would make me angry would be Alcia.

He secretly appreciated Jonah's behavior, including Yut. The attack of the Albino girl makes sense, which also means that it is physically offensive.

I'm not motivated, but the choice is wider.

"This way, sir."

An old gentleman accompanying him opens the door that he can see at a glance is different from the rest of the room, and invites the yuts inside.

The room was pure white.

Painfully white for eyes used to pitch-black steel trees. Also, it was so large and bright that I didn't think it was a single room on the ship. From somewhere, it also has a refreshing scent like citrus fruit.

Only the laid carpets were red, the corners were decorated with ornamental plants, and other first-class items were collected, such as paintings and other adjustments, as well as sofas and low tables.

But the most eye-catching would be Queen Elizabeth, the Lord.

In many ways.

"Dear Larsia, I've been looking forward to this day"

His whole body was wrapped in a pure white dress and his face was hidden by Vale.

No matter where you look from, you're a beautiful bride.

The joy of making love come true.

Thoughtful gratitude.

Queen Elizabeth, attacked by various emotions, trembles on her shoulders.

"How far, what do you mean? Hasn't the story been conveyed in a weird way?

Larsia, on the other hand, was upset not only to say that she had been deceived, but to calm it instantly with the power of her will, and to find her way behind her livelihood - now the door she had just entered.

"Well, take your time."

Although it was closed as a matter of course.

"Wow, it won't open. No, there's no lock I can't open!

adversity! And beside the exuberant Larsia, Yut calmly put the place together.

"Your Majesty, I'd like you to avoid trying to make a fait accompli"

"... Too bad"

The queen raises the veil and once again welcomes Larsia, whose tone is an innocent grin like that of a child who has succeeded in flirting on the back.

"Lady Larsia can be invited and it's an unwanted pleasure. Stay relaxed today."

"I've come to discuss it. It's the two of us who talk to the Lord."

"Still, it's good to see you again. My heart is pounding and Larsia's voice is more heavenly than the supreme poetry."

Close to golden eyes moisturize and white cheeks stain pink.

Combined with the original beauty, even Yut would fall if pressed from the front.

"That doesn't work for me anymore, does it?

But we were bad with each other.

"Kohon. Now, come here."

The queen invited the three negotiators to the sofa she had set up.

The leather sofa was more comfortable to sit on than it was when he met with the Prime Minister of the Rotosilt Kingdom. Securely wrapped his body around him, and if it were in Yut's office, he would have abandoned his labor to return to his chamber altogether.

Larsia was the only one on her back to be able to handle anything at any given time.

In the room, there was nothing but Queen Elizabeth. I find it odd, but I guess he's either making an appeal that he trusts Larsia or lurking an escort somewhere.

The queen pours tea from hand to cup.

I get the hot air up. Seeing that, this is also a magic fixture - a kind of legacy, I think Yut is a little flattered.

Tea tree cultivation is limited to some areas, and herbal tea and other drinks that do not depend on tea trees dominate here.

"So, it's a wedding day -"

"I used to be a daughter who wouldn't listen to people this far..."

Larsia looks up to heaven, as if to mourn her daughter, who has grown up defective. The tone and modus operandi seem to be adult men, as he always claims, and the gap between child-like appearance is narrowed.

But some queens seem to be surprised that it's a good idea.

"It's not a big deal, but please give it to me"

Apologies for the disrespect, Larsia had a secret souvenir - an envelope about size A4 - on the low table.

You should be surprised, but you didn't show such a bare gesture, and the queen, smiling and coming from another world, took out the contents.

"Holy shit, this is..."

And I'm out of line.

Hidden in the envelope was a painting depicting Larsia. There are also many of them.

everyday common landscapes, such as those posing facing the front, eating or walking.

It looked like an elaborate painting to her eyes. That's just a substitute for outputting images taken on her smartphone with Acorn's mobile printer.

The quality is not that high because it is not a dedicated form, but it is a yut or acorn rating.

It's like you took a picture of yourself as it is - in fact, it is - and the painting must have been shocking.

(After all, the heritage is just special, is that the same level as regards the artefacts)

At the same time as it was an apology for the attack, it also had the purpose of knowing the other party for future negotiations, but it seemed to have been fully fulfilled.

"If you wish, you can also prepare a picture of the two of you side by side"

"Ki, dressing, etc..."

"I'll do it right."

There was no such idea, but there was no denial and the request was accepted.

"Something tells me I'm being sold..."

"Throw it away. That's what floats."

I can't promise that the shame and dignity I threw away will come back - but I didn't say anything extra, and Yut sent a signal to Alusia.

"First, let me tell you where we stand"

Taking that, Arcia herself would have decided that her opponent was softening. The archbishop in black (Patriarch), who had previously refrained from doing so, opened his mouth.

"I appreciate the story, but I can't give you Larsia"

"What does that mean?"

The queen, who had previously skipped depression on the printed out Larsia, asks in sharp words, retrieving her pitiful expression in an instant.

"He holds an important position in my county of Istas, and there is no way he can get out of it. Nor does he want it."

"That's Lady Larsia, isn't it? That's why I'm here."

He cleverly ignored the second half while praising the part about being in an important position.

"In my Kingdom of Melgal, the status of King and Mate is currently vacant"

The King's Mate - originally referring to the Queen's spouse, but in the Kingdom of Melgal one is chosen from the Queen's brother or brother to refer to a plenipotentiary delegate in this world.

In other words, the Queen's duty is to produce and raise sacrifices and the next generation of king mates.

The son of Wang Qian himself is in the same line as his subordinate, and the status of Wang Qian will be inherited from "uncle" to "nephew".

(Hard to understand...... but I can't even understand it hard)

Larsia told me about it beforehand. If not, the culture would have been too different and pompous.

"The predecessors of the Kings - my brother flipped the flag in the hope of inheriting his position and power to my son, and was debated by the Larsians. The rebellion has also prevented those who qualify as kings."

Therefore, as a special case, we try to invite them in from outside….

"So a white feather arrow stood on Larsia. Did you know that?

"Like I heard you talk about that, like you're not here?

"Well, that's Larsia and Exile's old man, isn't it?"

Even if not, there was also a time limit for Yut to return to Earth. I can't possibly accept it.

"As a king of someone in the country, it could create a new spark. Marriage to Larsia is my personal desire, but there are circumstances like this."

It's a parallel line.

After listening, Arcia shares her thoughts on putting her mouth on tea and then being too forthright.

However, Yut had another sentiment.

(There is a compromise. First name and fruit. Which one to throw away and which to take...... right. Shake it up a bit)

"By the way, is it not a problem for the king and his wife to marry the queen?

"Of course it is. Now is the time to rebuild the country unanimously."

With a clear face, the queen of wedding dresses answers.

I wonder if I failed...... and Yut only looked in my heart.

"You mustn't lie, Your Majesty"

That's when the door to the next room opened.

Whether it's a Kingsguard jam or not, it was the robot's heavy-duty pilot, Batras, who emerged from the room in a prestigious manner.

"This time, I moved the Spelllight, too, by waving the opposition. How about a statement that lacks sincerity from the negotiator, but also the person who proposes to marry?"

I seek justice, whether to the detriment of the queen I serve.

Ratings will vary, but ideal shape as a knight. One of them was there.

"Batras"

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"Why, from there"

Once Queen Elizabeth cut off her words and continued her remarks as she moaned her lips.

"Why did you come out of my bedroom?

"Is that so"

On the other hand, the heavy-duty pilot Batras is not frightened.

"Always, though, watching from the closet?

Do you have any complaints? All I'm saying is, Batras said with dignity.

"There will be! I'm dressed in that room."

"Ha, get dressed? That won't be all."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

The queen is broken.

That's Larsia, too, with a gaze of sympathy.

That's why I was unusually fond of him, and I can't refuse him cold.

"Because it is an instinct planted in" Plant Manager "(Plant Manager). All this, I just had to be there."

Towards its steel flesh, the Queen throws various things at it without making it slightly mobile, and Batras makes such an excuse.

“Plant Manager” means the Head of the Machine Manufacturing Facility in the Ancient Empire. Users of science and magic are also said to be advanced magical information life, but there does not seem to be a theory.

However, for robots, they are like parents like God and can be greatly influenced by some of the codes of conduct.

It's not a machine.

It sucks as a person and as a robot.

"Oh, I apologize for the delay in greeting you, mademoiselle, distracted by Your Majesty and others"

Fluently say if you do it for some reason, kneel down to Arsia. The queen ignores it lightly.

"If you don't mind, give me your name"

"I refuse"

"Oh, what a noble man"

I'm impressed, even though they rejected me.

"The Earl of Istas (of which) is pretty decent..."

"I wonder if it's for comparison"

In the meantime, today's interview will be over.

Next time, I'd like to talk a little more specifically. And some ideas for that......

"I don't like it, but I'm gonna be the worst person...?

"I have no choice. At this point, shall we give up there?

A heartwarming conversation between Yut and Larsia whispering.

Hearing a response from the meadow species, Yut's heart was determined.

Life, giving up is the key.

"Right. Will you wear mud with me?"

"Huh?"

I have a bad feeling. If I ask, I can't pull back anymore.

Larsia hurried and tried to block her ears - but she couldn't make it.

"At home, we make laws that allow bigamy. So, 60% solved."

The word resembled a sentencing sentence somewhere.