Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

If you find out this is the room of someone called the Count, everyone will be surprised by the elegant living room.

Lying in that bed, Valtrude was giving himself up to regret.

The eyelids are open, but the ice blue eyes do not reflect the dark indoors, and the occasional long lashes are not twitching.

Only put your right arm on your forehead, and your remaining arms and feet look completely relaxed and defenseless. The brilliance disappears from the ring given to me by Yut, and the pendant of the Bold Iron (Crystal Iron) is sagging.

I'm going to believe you when you tell me after you cry.

In that state, the Beautiful Cathedral Knight (Paladin) kept wondering why he was so shocked.

After the report that was over if you noticed, you didn't even have dinner, all the time at night.

On your own, because you were about to be made king of God?

No, it's not. Surprised, but not more or less.

So, because the use of magic silver (miserable) or adamantine was different from expectations?

Too bad. Too bad, but not childish enough to be furious with it... should be.

Then, because only one of you isn't helping?

No. I knew I wasn't suitable for territorial management. Now.

Yes. None of them, it's a problem, but it's not serious.

Why are you depressed?

All this time, it's a grand tour without this exit.

"Val, we're coming in."

So, how long has it been?

I knew it was approaching, but my body reacts to the voice of my darling, who I heard from outside the door.

"Ah..."

Poor lips opened and a breath leaked that neither affirmed nor denied. I don't know if she wants to see him herself.

I'm coming in.

I would not have viewed silence as an affirmation, but I never set foot indoors with my will.

In a room too small for a nobleman's room. There's no light. In it, her fiancée lies in bed and only pale eyes are pointed at her.

Valtrude brings together a careless and depressing atmosphere.

She looks different than her regular girlfriend, who is happy and upbeat.

Besides, Yut was shocked like he had been hit in the head from behind.

The guilt that I made myself look like this. More than that, the negative attraction, often transmitted from Valtrude, which embodies positive beauty.

Eat it unintentionally and yuut stiff.

I only had to spend eternity as it was because I dropped a bunch of paperwork that I had in my hands because I was stunned.

I picked up the paperwork and then gently lowered my back to the bed, reassuring myself that I didn't drop supplies from the acorns I had in my other hand

"Val."

"Mmm..."

I don't want to reply.

But I can't ignore it.

I'm going to unwittingly loosen my cheeks in response like a obstinate child born after such a cute compromise.

(Dangerous, dangerous)

Yes. That should be fully enjoyed later.

Now we have to do something about this Valtrude.

So don't be aware of unknown events such as sitting on a bed where your fiancée lies.

"Val."

Bring a chair to the side of the bed and put your stuff on top of it.

Then I grab the will never - I'm putting it on my forehead - so that at least I can see her face properly.

"Huh."

But Valtrude, who shook his head so small that he could mistakenly be seen as humble, refused to do so. I don't shake Yut's hand off, but I resist everything I can to frustrate his intentions as to what he hates.

Once, I just have to let go of my hand.

Instead, hold the paperwork and speak to your fiancée begging her to tell you.

"I've been making paperwork to explain. At least wake up."

"... unreadable"

"It was!

I was about to cry pitifully as I watched the paperwork I had made over the course of a few hours splash and fall flickering.

(How much room I was losing, I was)

So Acorn had that pathetic look on his face when he gave it to him?

"Well, let's at least just have dinner"

The paper bag handed to me by Acorn - which in itself is selfish and luxurious - contained handmade doughnuts.

It was freshly done and still warm.

When I took one of them out, I casually stuck it in my mouth to Valtrude.

I've never seen her before, like she skipped a meal. If you smell this fragrant smell directly, you should eat it.

"I don't want it"

But the thought came off beautifully.

"Well, I..."

"Mmm."

"Let's make it half."

Stop being so obvious. Be patient, feel your love for Valtrude grow, while splitting it in half the sarcastic old-fashioned type, again into her mouth.

Her teasing and adorable lips slightly open and she puts the doughnuts in her mouth so that they stick together.

"Yut is sloppy"

"I'll do anything for Val."

"That's how bad it is."

In the end, a cathedral knight eats half of his doughnuts while falling asleep in bed and takes turns with his gaze.

In response, I brought something new back to my mouth instead of about to eat.

"Eat It Yourself"

I guess my conscience just blamed me for more than this.

I got up to crawl and still flattened another fried sweet while getting as far away from Yut as possible.

"Look, it's dirty around your mouth."

"Whose fault is it?"

"Don't move."

I'll chase my fiancée away on the bed, take one hand so she can't leave, and then take out the handkerchief with the other hand and wipe her mouth.

Sleepy, her hands.

The situation is that you are touching your lips, albeit over the cloth.

Turn your face away like you don't like it, but still don't refuse, Valtrude.

"You'd think she was a troublesome woman"

"Val would be very welcome."

"Make a denial."

Disgruntled, swell your cheeks like child squirrels.

I already wanted to throw it all away and hug it, but I can't do that. When reason was summoned back to its original position, Yut lowered his head as he sat down.

"I don't think I did anything wrong, but I'm sorry I didn't think about Val's feelings"

Such a halfway apology.

But then, she was so convinced.

"I wouldn't be as useful a person as Yut"

With all the names of the Count and others, we leave the details of the territorial management to Yut and his old Claude and the clerks.

I have some work at the Temple of Helenonia, but that's all.

"But isn't that why it's pathetic outside mosquito nets? Anyway, I want to walk with you on Yut's side."

That's right.

I felt sorry for myself for being taken care of too much.

What selfishness. Selfish. Worth dying for.

Still, Valtrude could not ignore his emotions - his true wishes.

"Yeah. Overall, it was my fault"

I think I'm gonna cry now, but... No, that's why it's beautiful.

It's like a fantasy, but it's the most vivid emotion I've ever had.

Why did you do something to hurt her like that?

Unstoppable emotions swelled up, causing his hands to wander around looking for a place to go and tangle with Valtrude's delicacies.

For a moment, though I tremble and tremble, I still do not refuse.

Swordsman's hand.

And it's the hands of my darling.

Keep approaching her in bed, glancing through the front with pale eyes as beautiful as that lake.

"I'll ask the Dravaels, who asked me to do some magic silver processing, to make weapons as well. If I told him how to make a Japanese knife, he'd be happy to hit me."

"You will not be deluded."

"Well, think it's a sign of apology"

"Damn, yut is sloppy..."

Puppy turned sideways and seemed to be saying something in his mouth, but Yut deliberately ignored it.

Untangle the fingertips that had been tangled, and instead wrap your head around it with your hands like a pearl that can also be touched, and turn this way.

As it is, the two shadows overlap - never.

Whether thoughts overlap or not, time and place are overwhelming. Actually, that's the least realistic choice, but we didn't even realize it.

"So, can we just forgive"

"Good..."

The archmage (Arch Mage), whose whole body relaxed as if his bones had liquefied, walked away from the cathedral knight and into bed.

"But it's about Yut. Isn't this all we're talking about?

Now it's your turn.

I'm not sure I thought so, but when I crawl on all fours on the bed, I come to Yut unconscious about what I'm dressed like.

"I don't trust you."

"I trust you. Not on top of that."

The tunic's chest is tight properly, and the skirt is undisturbed.

Still, a girl more beautiful than an angel is slowly approaching us on the bed.

Besides, change the anxious look you've had earlier, as if your groom and happiness were spreading all over your body like ripples.

That's the sweetest person in the world.

I can't do anything decent from the front.

(If I had a tail, I'd probably feel shaken)

So I come up with something that doesn't have that benefit either.

Speaking of which, I think there was a spell that got the physical characteristics of a werewolf. No. All I did was grow fangs and nails. Before that, it was a spell that only the user could use.

No, that's not what I meant.

Let's calm down.

I've even seen them in swimsuits. It's like we slept together when we were camping. I used to witness her wearing clothes and taking a water bath when I was practicing spells.

I don't know what it's like to be pushed gradually on the bed now.

"Actually, only to Val...... No, there's only one job Val and I can do."

"What can I do?"

So whispering secrets to whisper, it became a meeting between fellow lovers, not lovers.

"Prince Alsace's wedding is about to take place."

"Oh. Acorns seem to be busy too."

"We'll be the witnesses. That means they're fully integrated into the prince's faction."

This is not an exact representation.

At the same time there will be a ascension to the Marquis of Valtrude and a reckoning to the Patron of Yut. When that happens, they should be a force representing Prince Alsace's faction.

"Next in marriage, crowned. But some people disagree with that."

"In other words?"

"We'll be staying in the king's capital for a while until the ceremony."

"Okay. In the meantime, get more allies."

"And fewer enemies, too"

I didn't even talk about whether to side with the enemy or eliminate it, but it seemed to convey what I wanted to say.

At close range, I smile just saying, "There's nothing I can do."

(Good thing it's dark here)

Because I didn't have to look at these reddish cheeks.

"I see. I have to be on the table."

This is not a question of ability or disorientation. It's a matter of status.

But Yut doesn't think it's right for Valtrude.

I guess that passed on to her, too.

"Let me show you that I'm a woman who can."

Yes, I firmly undertook with a motivated voice.

The next morning.

With a sunny look - so much so that I want to cut that moment off and save it forever - she shows up and happily reports it to everyone.

"We've been making up on the bed."

Alcia blesses with a full grin, Acorn takes Valtrude's hand even though he is slightly upset, and Yut holds his head.

That Yut's back...... slapped around his waist because he couldn't reach it Larsia thumbed up and Exile grabbed Jonah's root and carried him like a cat to disappear.

"Egg, let go"

"No. It's too early for Jonah."

"Because that's not what I'm talking about. No, I'm glad you took Jonah..."

The direct cause is Valtrude's misleading expression, but following a larger book leads to the conclusion that he deserves it.

Even though I knew that, I stuck with stupidity.

"I'm not wrong, but there's a way of saying it..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?

"Good for you, Val..."

"Oh. Oh, my God, Alcia"

Take hold of the childhood friend you have held with extreme emotion, with thin breasts, even though you have doubts.

It's a misunderstanding. I didn't do anything.

- It wasn't an atmosphere that I could say, for example.

If you say that, you'll definitely piss me off.

"Well, I knew it was in that order."

"I think I've heard that before, but what are you talking about?"

"You want to hear it?

"I don't want to hear it"

Turn away from the acorn that came next door - and there was Larsia.

I decided I didn't see it.

"Oops. That's not gonna happen, is it?

"Sounds like fun, really"

"Yeah. Super fun"

"You know there was nothing..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?

How do we get it cleaned up?

Yut, once again, holds his head.

I had never been more jealous and envious of the foresight of Exile, who had withdrawn early.