Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Of course. I'm human."

The voice was low and obscure, and indeed weak.

Nevertheless, it penetrates the entire floor.

I can see that the people who were drunk by the beauty and power of Valtrude regain much more sanity.

"This is what it looks like, so sometimes you can go wrong with a monster locally."

royalty and other virginity, or simply personage? In a crouched but floating tone, gently deflect the pursuit of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin).

Even if stared at by the beautiful ice blue eyes from the front, it doesn't look like Lord Malvato moved it. On the contrary, I took that gaze flat where it was good even when it erupted.

"Well, human (...) Everyone will have errors"

"... sorry. Apologize sincerely."

"Now let's get down to business"

Valtrude bows his head.

I accepted it lightly, and it was hand-to-hand. In this way, neither can the surrounding nobles fight back.

A silence as refreshing as wet gunpowder wraps the floor.

Rage without a place to do it. Stunning.

And my common sense and the Virgin's pointer. Concern over which to weigh in. With all sorts of emotions, the court meeting has seemed rough since the beginning.

"Totally......"

Valtrude's point that there is enough to make people noise. Yut exhaled sneakingly, keeping the spell document in his robe unobtrusive.

On the front, King Charlton, Prince Alsace, and Chancellor Dieter Schukel.

Everyone is surprised, and all the best to hide it. You have to reorient your body, but Marquis Halvani will be something similar.

At the prior meeting, no such developments were planned.

Completely her add-on. Both the content and the act of pointing it out from the front deserve consternation. No, I can doubt your sanity.

But Yut's feelings are different from theirs.

I didn't expect to do it all of a sudden, but I wasn't surprised by the content itself.

Changing monsters don't have time to name one, including the leopard demon Dopragebel. So are the science spells.

I don't know how sure I was, but that's why I made a grand point, even if it's an absurd story. No, that kind of reasoning doesn't matter. You just believed in intuition?

If, really, Lord Malvato's contents were separate.

If they find out who you are, if they attack you.

Now I know.

That's more of a welcome development.

I'm moving near Prince Alsace to stand on the stand, and if you've attacked me on provocation, it's an encounter, but not an ambush. Then I can deal with it.

A court meeting of important figures from the Rotosilt kingdom.

The most fearful thing on this occasion is to lose Prince Alsace by being struck by accident. Valtroude's allegations were denied or obscured, but doubts did remain.

I guess I didn't execute it so far with clear language - after all, her sense of smell on the battlefield is certain. Even if you don't like knowledge and calculations, you can count on that judgment.

Most of all.

If Larsia were here...

"I think we should give it a little more credit."

- And I might have said it.

"Lord Istas. I now ask you once again to report to your lord."

Chancellor Schukel, the facilitator, gives a powerful voice as if to remove the disturbing air.

Of course, there's no denying it. A cathedral knight dressed as an armed man sent a nod of acknowledgement.

"I understand.... Yut!

It is only natural to call the housekeeper to do so, and Valtrude himself takes a step back.

Of course, it is usually unacceptable, such as calling for representation, rather than asking the person to report it. Rather than, I won't. But it's decided more accurately to leave it to Yut than to do it yourself.

So, with no hesitation or stray whatsoever, she called him.

(Let's be grand, let's be grand)

I told myself it was natural to do so, and Yut headed to Valtrude.

I can see a stabbing gaze shooting through my whole body. I wouldn't say it's disrespectful because neither the King nor the Chancellor would say anything to point that out.

"I am Yut Amaxa, Marquis House of Istas and Jiazai. Let's talk about our commitment to the Cronican kingdom of God."

"Please wait!

From the front row of the court meeting, a voice of dissent rises.

Yut also looks familiar - I don't want to remind you - Baldur Borderline Uncle. He raised his voice to all the bites in such a flavor as a haze.

"What right does his man intend to speak at this court meeting"

"I designated him as my surrogate. Will there be deficiencies, Baldur Borderline Uncle?

"Whatever."

Rise from your seat and turn your hostile burning eyes towards Valtrude. With that eye, Yut remembers the sight he saw and heard in "Remote Sight".

(No, you said to put Val in charge or something)

The hatred that was supposed to have dissolved in that duel springs up in two ways.

If there had been Alcia on this occasion, she would have felt dangerous signs.

"The words of the Baldur peripheral uncle are the best"

King Charlton spins words from the throne.

"So..."

"While we're at it, we need to get an accurate report on this. The Guardian Duke of Amaxa actually negotiated with the Kingdom of the Chronica. This time, let's make a special statement."

"Your Majesty. We hear that his people have been recited, but when we let those who have only a new title, such as the Guardian Lord, not only attend this court meeting, but also make a report. Is that what you're saying?

"Disgruntled?

"I'm afraid..."

I was just trying to make a report, this is it.

Sure, I'm aware it would be a misplaced intruder, but I can't go on.

"Your Majesty. If the report from him is unacceptable, I would ask you to allow it to be reported in writing later"

"Prime Minister. Is it possible to proceed with the conversation only with the remaining discretion, not with a court meeting?

"Due to serious matters, we thought you would report this to us..."

This will not be the case, and the person responsible for the practice will follow.

"Thank you, but I was hoping to check with Uncle Baldur."

I have no other intention.

The case Yut has decided is a conflict of interest with the Baldur Border House. So we should let him hear it, too.

That's just what I decided.

But it was nothing more than a provocation.

(That's right, Val)

Weird impressions changed the complexion of the Baldur Borderline uncle from red to blue, and his puffy moustache shivered. Retention, profitability and. Continuing to grip in that narrow space - without saying anything, I sat down.

Is it at least pride that I didn't admit it?

Yut then sends his gaze to Lord Malvato, but he was only seen with a few eyes. They don't disagree or agree.

(Does this mean we're making a big deal out of each other?

Well, there's another mine.

Let's do something about the Baldur border uncle.

"Now, let me make a statement"

I look around together - there are a number of disgruntled faces, but I don't try to say anything in appearance - and, more importantly, open my mouth.

And the fact that, as a result of negotiations with the Kingdom of the Chronica God, they were to be able to send prostitutes to the northern tower wall. Then he explained that he would lease his opponent's territory to create a free-trade town.

"It's easy to say that we accept prostitutes, but what do we do with the cost?"

We're going to send armed soldiers through the country.

Sounds like a court meeting, with voices of doubt coming from the nobles who heard the report.

That explains that when Yut, or Chancellor Schukel, says that the cost is still under consideration, but the cost of staying there, and compensation for death and injury is done here, domestic travel takes great care.

With regard to the former, it was explained that it could be covered by the national treasury.

The latter concern...

"If you're worried, we'll take you on Moment (Teleport)."

That said, I couldn't help but disagree.

Essentially, the dispatch of prostitutes is a welcome development. If the nobles do not suffer the disadvantage, the rest will be the story of the scene.

Instead, some expected demand in street muscle that would occur with the march.

"I am not a retired man, but the unfamiliar do not join forces. As long as the chain of command is in place, we'll have a problem."

It takes the word of Marquis Halvani, and there will be no more dissent.

"What does it mean to eliminate tariffs!

But apart from the other problem.

The Baldur border ambassador once again bit at a policy of decent conflict of interests with self-government.

Earlier, it was a question of dignity.

It is now a question of the survival of the Baldur Border House.

The truth is that the Marquis Istas are not helpful at all - but when you look at the income percentage of ordinary nobility, there is more income like a passage tax or a customs duty than a tax from the inhabitants.

In addition, taxes on crops are only available for a certain season, but they become full-year income. Which is more convenient than seeing fire.

Normal aristocrats don't earn extraordinary income by defeating dragons.

Yet the Marquis Istas are about to smash down the pillars of their income.

"In the meantime, if something goes wrong with the Baldur Border House, let it be a matter of rocking our nation's stalls"

"I don't know. Also, aren't we going to give profits to the Cronican god kingdom?

That, I guess, did pass on.

A Viscount close to the Baldur Border Uncle family expresses concern. Valtrude stared at those who followed it.

"Marquis Istas, guardian lord Amaxa. How?"

"Unfortunately, the correctness of our policies is borne out by history"

"Well, which part of history is it?"

"Of my hometown."

Visitors from different worlds.

Some people still remembered the background.

Yut takes out the pluralistic daiichi and briefly explains a policy like Rakuma Rakuza.

"Who will prove that the word of Sir is true"

"Uncle Baldur, is that to say that we will fail?

"That's right. Without taking taxes, how?"

"Then it is not necessary to speak to our policies. I know how much it is."

Also, a natural provocation.

Baldur Borderline Uncle, enlightened.

He said he was being weighed.

The Baldur Border Uncle family could not be in the same faction as the Count of Istas - what is the Marquis - but were at a distance from Prince Alsace.

Instead, he even carried out a manoeuvre to put the Duke of Malvato on the throne.

It would be better for the country if a powerful nobleman gathered under the Duke of Malvato to assist him than Prince Alsace, whose vision for heroic deeds was hidden.

I'm not asking for anything in return, but if it did happen, I would have taken the lead among the adjuncts.

I know you didn't see it through, but this is what that looking woman says.

"I can fully serve your role, etc. If you're going to change your mind, now's the time."

- and.

I'm not kidding.

What gives in to such a rising army gate?

In the first place, it's a mistake for a king and a prince to use such a woman. No, they must be hanging around. As your subordinate, I must save you.

More and more, the thought of the Baldur peripheral uncle heats up.

Leaving him like that, Valtrude and Yut's turn is over. The other nobles then climbed onto the stand in turn, but no one or he seemed to be in.

Shortly after the last rapporteur returned to his seat, King Charlton opened his mouth to the contrary.

"Well, at the end of the day, I have a ritual I want to tell you all about."

And then only the closing words by the king.

Many nobles who thought so look at their peers in surprise and wait for the words to follow.

"This time the ceremony with my son Alsace and Miss Eudit Malemias was to take place..."

Well-known facts.

A court meeting was also held because they had gathered for it and the nobles had gathered.

I mean, purposefully emphasizing that...

"At the dawn when it is done, the rest shall be withdrawn and the throne shall be given to Alsace"

When it's a matter of decision, the King's word is unacceptable to disagree.

I guess I expected half of it, the aristocrats in line calmly take the word.

But it doesn't matter if you're accepting or not.

The gaze of the nobles is poured on Prince Alsace, not the king who made the declaration of concession.

He took it flat.

There is no feeling, no exaltation.

When that is normal, I return my gaze with my normal mind.

He's still a boy on the outside, but he did make me feel like a king.

Meanwhile, the gaze of those present also gathers in the Duke of Malvato.

He also took it in a spare manner, mixed with expectations and pity. No, I'd rather even look like I'm congratulating Prince Alsace.

It would also depend on the position of the beholder to interpret it as the magnitude of the measure, or to consider it a euphoria for the day to come.

"In addition, the Marquis d 'Istas shall be assigned to the persons present at the marriage and coronation ceremonies"

"… we accept"

Standing up just a beat late, Valtrude droops his head respectfully.

Picturesque sights.

On this occasion, there is no one to disagree with.

Lord Malvato applauds even the Baldur peripheral uncle from his former days.

But I didn't have to peek inside, and the expression alone made me agree or disagree. Prince Alsace himself, a party, understands that it is not general in nature.

Thus, while creating new problems, the court meeting put the curtain down.