Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Is this what it is today..."

Valtrude, who glanced at the processed documents, nodded satisfactorily, stretching wide as he sat in his chair.

The satin blouse prepared by Acorn perfectly fits her luminous limbs and shows off the beautiful curves at all costs.

Hidden and invisible at the desk, the lower body wears slim denim brought in from Earth, stylish and contemporary. It floats from the indoor landscape, but when she wears it, it looks like the surroundings are out of place.

Have you gotten used to it lately, or have you become less embarrassed to be addressed with new clothing as an advertising tower in Vermilio? That's not because Yut seems happy. At least, in Valtrude, it is.

"To be honest, Dal-Lukash didn't think Valtrude Istas was so diligent"

"A word you say to a man after work, is that it?"

I snort at the words of the unhesitant Dimensional Dragon (Kronos Dragon), but I guess I have some awareness. There is no further objection.

That was her, but she had the clerk's office ready at some stage of remembering the reading and writing of the letters, making it easy - but requiring the signature of the lord - to make a decision on the paperwork.

Valtrude, Marquis of Istas, who performs the duties.

It was, until just a moment ago, a metaphor for the same nonexistent objects that fish walk on land.

"What if the lord didn't have an office in the first place?"

- Though the opinion came from some meadow species (Magner), it was too true and conversely silenced by everyone.

"Nevertheless..."

While playing with the processed documents with his fingers, Valtrude thinks.

Do I really need all this paperwork just to spend my days? It is only a recourse to projects already accepted by Yut and Old Claude, such as the budget execution of magic drugs (potions) to be deployed in the towns and villages of Falve, permits to open stores and accept immigrants from outside the territory, but could we leave it more to the clerks in the field?

"When bureaucrats eventually become monsters (monsters) with self-preservation as their first priority, Dal-Lukash thinks"

"... ask me to understand"

"Self-consciousness becomes enlarged when it is for the good of the country and the public that they themselves take power, and they make the mistake of saying that maintaining their own power is a sine qua non for prosperity. Therefore, authority needs to be decentralized and those who stand on top need to be closely monitored and controlled"

"... found out I don't understand"

Would Yut explain it more plainly?

(No, don't even feel like you could give up explaining along the way...)

Or, in anticipation of this happening, you must not explain it beyond your control from the outset.

"In the meantime, I also found out that you need my job"

"It's superimposed. Dal-Lukash is also pleased that the burden of the Lord of Dal-Lukash is reduced"

"Otherwise I'll be in trouble"

For that reason, I work hard at unfamiliar work.

"In the meantime, I'm done for today"

"Right. I'm sorry, but can you get me Arcia and Acorn?"

"I understand."

Flushing rainbow hair, the terminal of Dimensional Dragon Dal-Lukash exits with the paperwork.

Compared to Yut's stuff, Valtrude waited for his mates as they slammed into a slightly smaller executive desk.

A pleasant sense of fatigue and accomplishment.

This is no different than the training of swords. It means you can work hard if you think it's for Yut. Even if you are slow to read the text and follow the signs.

"Val, did they call you?

After a while, Acorn's voice sounds from outside the door at the same time as Knock.

"Oh. Come on in."

Valtrude, who quickly settled in, welcomes her and the Arcia behind her.

Like a desk, it's a pretty small room compared to Yut's office. Since there was no sofa for visitors, two simple chairs were arranged.

"When Dal-Lukash called me out, I thought something was up. But when you think calmly, it's weird that the dragons are in the administration."

"The Marquis Istas (here) have no choice but to convince us that's the place."

Looking at the two of them sitting in a chair and having a chat, Valtrude cuts out an errand to go straight in.

"Actually, I want to give Yut something and I want him to talk to me."

"I see. So now you've been called"

Acorn smiles bitterly and nods. What a good time story that was.

Just now, Yut is supposed to travel to the Kingdom of the Chronica God -. No, I'm actually going, but my real destination is different.

Yuut vacating Falve for a surprise to Valtrude.

At that time of his absence, she similarly aims for surprises.

Acorn and Arcia secretly smiled at the thought between similarities.

"It's a gift for Yuto. Sure, we're just getting it."

Valtrude glances at his chest.

Care about the cautious swell compared to the two of you - it's not about. The gaze is poured into a bold iron (crystal iron) necklace from Yut.

An angel in a delicate shape, it's a gift to commemorate your first date.

"It is. So I want to give you something that's going to be a memorial."

"I see."

Acorn, too, knows exactly how Valtrude feels. and lovers of Yut. So to speak, I'm a comrade.

"Then you can't disappear, can you? Like food or soap..."

"It's a souvenir."

Arcia nodded beside him, too. It's not like we've been dating for a long time, but we don't have any problems with values or nearby communication.

"In the first place, I don't know what to do with giving the brave man food. It's not Jonah."

"I'd love to eat it."

"Right."

For better or worse, aside from his innocent childhood friends, the Archbishop of Truss-Sink (Patriarch) puts his hand on the temple and ponders it.

The habit of making presents for birthdays and some anniversary is also found in this Brewers, but it is not that widespread.

Besides, as an adventurer, I managed my wealth throughout the party, and from there, I thought about balance and spent it on purchasing magic fixtures, or distributing funds to individuals.

Not that it's a shared property, but it's the same origin. As a result, there was little sense in itself of purposefully buying something from someone.

On top of that, Arcia mouths one suggestion.

"Not that I'm paying you back, but how about something like an accessory?

"Like a ring or a necklace? It's true, pairing is a classic."

"Pairing? Yeah, I've heard of a pair of earrings that will allow you to talk to each other."

"A little different, but that's the point"

What Valtrude is saying is that Acorn speaks of doubts while hitting on it as if it were some kind of transceiver.

"But aren't you a little too restrained to be able to talk away even after you know where the brave man is?

"Really? I have trouble being hated..."

I find same-sex but demonic attraction to the soggy Valtrude, but this is where we should not compromise.

"I'm sure you don't like it."

"After all, shouldn't you be doing it for yourself, too?

"Right. You know what?"

With Alcia's follow-up, Valtrude looks up all the time. Earlier worrying atmosphere disappeared somewhere.

"Besides, brave men aren't really into accessories or anything. I've been in uniform all my life."

Traditionally, he wore a uniform while maintaining the same as new in the "Repair of Goods (Repair)" spell due to identity verification and comfort issues.

But now that we've also started interacting with the planet, we're piercing the style of robes in our uniforms, simply because it's troublesome.

No matter who else might notice, Acorn knows.

"Since I was over there, my personal clothes have been appropriate."

"That's why I have the idea of giving something of good quality..."

"I don't have that taste."

Humans, there are things you can't handle. And Valtrude has nothing to do with the mentality of trying to delude it.

Of course, it doesn't mean it's good if it's open.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Acorn,"

"What?"

"When you were on Earth, you never gave Yut a gift like that?

Not so big, Valtrude's office.

Soon the door of silence descends and the air solidifies.

"Do you want to hear it? Is that what you're gonna hear, Mr. Alcia?

The atmosphere reverted in about a minute, but Acorn's tone was close to self-immolation.

"I thought it might be helpful..."

"Right. But if we were in such a relationship, maybe Val and the brave wouldn't have gotten married. Yeah, I think so."

"... sorry"

A rare development in the world, where Arcia honestly apologizes after being pressured. I can't help but step on the tiger's tail, but Valtrude stares at the sight of it pompously.

"Well, I swapped presents for Christmas and gave Valentine some chocolate, but hey..."

Exquisite, to the extent that I gave you game software. Besides, I thought about doing it myself, Choice. And then it was a pretty bloody action game.

If it means I gave away my wallet, bag, etc., it still fits.

"Is that it? My women's power, not low?

"What power is that..."

"That's right. Anyway, you should give me something that will please you."

We must not move on.

Alcia uses her adventurous crisis aversion abilities to change where the conversation goes.

"Right. Will that make a brave man want something?

"Something I want Yut for. I mean, what do you need?

The policy has been decided.

It should be welcomed.

Yet, just like earlier, the three of them were all silenced.

It's not creepy silence.

Just sayin ', it's like you've seen the contents of a box you shouldn't have opened.

"Hey, do you want something brave?

"Rest... no. I'm gonna work for that."

"Even though I'm in high school, I'm a workaholic...... Oh, I'd be super happy if football spread over here"

"How is that what I can do?

The hope of returning to Earth has already been fulfilled.

If it's magic equipment, I can make it myself.

I have plenty of money.

And I've got three women I love.

Perhaps if you present it with Valtrude Cancer, you will rejoice in whatever it is, and if it is clothing, it is practical.

But I'm squeezing my wits because that's not going to convince me.

Because I want you to be happy from the bottom of your heart.

Because I want to please my loved ones.

And yet...

"I didn't expect this to happen..."

Valtrude dropped his shoulder disappointingly in his lack of merit. Neither of us can afford to comfort that.

My fiancées' choice of presents has taken me up the reef at the entrance.