Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

The Minutes Divine Body (Avatar) is a transcript of God.

Even so, the reality is a thousand different things.

A case that mimics the original divinity, like the Zeras gods did when they descended on the Falve. In that case, the exact separation of the gods living in heaven. Except that power is limited, you can say the same divinity.

But there is no limit to the fact that you have to have the same appearance and personality.

The seemingly narrow beggar-like old man was the minute god of the dragon god Bahamut, the girl we used to play with as children was actually the minute god of the Regra god, the Elf Diocese Knight (Paladin) who partied by chance was the minute god of the "ever-winning” Hellenonian.

All are possible, and many of the legends entangled in the divine body for the bard (Bird) to sing are based on the true story.

Tyrone God, creator and patron saint of the meadow race (Magner). Lithona, the divine body for that matter, also belongs to the latter example. Tyrone was a god portrayed by both men and women, and he also looked like a man when Larsia met him in her dreams.

It would no longer be inevitable to point the divine body at its own minutes because it was wanted in such a situation such as "nice encounter".

In fact, the reaction of the moment I made the seed was more than enough to satisfy my prank-loving divinity.

Hence, it was a tease at first.

Since when did that get serious?

"What happened with Mr. Larsia? Uh, well, specifically,"

While choosing words.

But when ambiguous expressions fail to confirm, Kagra, dressed as a samurai, asks Ritna.

"Did I make you worry?

"No, I'm sorry if it was more of an imitation..."

They were in Ritna's private room.

One room allocated within the castle fortress of Falve is a bed and storage. And a crude room with only a chest.

There, her collections - bold iron (crystal iron) products, children's toys, fine fitting books, etc. - are stacked in a mess.

If Kagra, who became a samurai, hadn't cleaned regularly, he would have turned it into a demonic realm.

"Mmm. Well, it's not like I'm mad anymore..."

Actually, it seems Ritna, who was exuded by the chase, starts talking from the beginning in a fairly easygoing way.

If I put it together briefly, it was a mild feeling. It hurt me to be seriously denied my marriage story.

That's all.

"That's not bad, Mr. Ritna"

But it matters to the maiden.

That's after they showed us that wedding. It is only natural to lay oneself over the beautiful and happy looking Valtrude.

Nonetheless, it is natural to be angry when denied from your head without malice.

"Oh, yeah?

Ritna is pushed by the momentum of Kagra, who takes both hands and says with her face close.

"That's right. We should do something about it."

"How is it, how is it...?

"Right. Master Yut will be ready for another wedding."

"Keep it a secret from Larsia, you're going to ruin a lot of things if you don't become a groom..."

If you're an entertainer temperament, or Larsia reading the air with that, you won't accept - or lighten up - to participate.

"Does that make any difference?

But I was disapproved of Ritna.

Stack up the faits accomplis, there's something we should do. In short, that's not fair.

Under Ritna, claiming an untouchable line, a piece of news arrives.

My brother pushed me on a meadow race baby, what should I do, Mr. Tsubaki?

It was the day before he returned with Archeron that Larsia's men gave him such a consultation.

"No way, my...?

"... yes"

Larsia jumped from the Imperial Turtle and tried to report to Yut with a good look.

But both his movements and his expression solidify in sight of Ritna and what she holds up.

An indescribable air is created in the harbour of Hardenturm, where wild horses gather.

"No way, calm down and calculate."

It was the troubled yuut that destroyed it. I don't care about that, so I'm talking all over my body about wanting to do something about that Archeron.

The accompanying Regina is just turning her eyes next door.

"Calculation......?

Were you even down to your ability to think, a meadow race that fingers and counts the days.

Repeat that a few times...

"... Surprised!

- I raise my voice if I don't get the right number no matter what you think.

"So, are you surprised"

The surroundings are full of people who lose their word to the Emperor Turtle Archeron, who has just missed the island. Ignore that and respect two - and is it one? - best friends who have entered the world the other way around.

"Well, I don't think she's with Mr. Ritna, but she's been deposited in Larsia's name."

"Yes!? Why!?"

"I'm asking, this way"

"Larsia-kun's kid will be fine, no problem."

"Baby I can't remember, the siege net is completing!?"

"That's a strong siege in the Chamber. I mean, it's more headache to treat Archeron..."

Let's leave this one to the parties. Let's do that.

Yut sends his gaze to the Albino girl to cope with another problem......

"I did it."

I didn't know anything.

Rather proud, he alternates between Archeron and Yut, who dock offshore.

Larsia's child - or not sure at the moment - seems to be a degree of realization that it's not surprising to be there because it's about two close people.

"Yeah. The more Jonah, the better."

"Always fully open"

"Oh, yeah. Right. I hope it's not total destruction."

Yut headed under Archeron with Jonah. To unite the intentions of both parties in Telepathic Bond.

Larsia no longer receives support from Yut because of the prank she set herself up. Without saying I deserved it, what shall I say?

"So, can I ask you what you think?

Serious tones of meadow species and others.

I seem frightened by it, but Larsia said with perseverance.

"No!"

"It's okay. I'm not angry, so be honest?

"No, I'm not."

"We're the only ones on this kid."

"Oh, yeah. Well, I guess that is..."

Yes, a child.

It's important to prove your own innocence, but isn't it really the baby who's not guilty?

Again, or for the first time since she calmed down, she sees the baby Ritna holds in her chest. Its appearance makes no difference to humans or meadow species. A slightly pungent ear just shows it.

My first impression is, it's small.

It's a natural story, but that's why I'd say it's a true feeling. Your eyes, your lips moving for something, your fingers. Everything may be small and thin. Will this grow and be the same size as myself? Strange.

The impression was more vivid than when I was allowed to hold the Exile child.

Unexpectedly, I reach for that cheek.

Puffy, baby-specific elasticity.

I had fun and stuck my cheek on it many times.

"She's a girl, but she looks a lot like Larsia, doesn't she?

Unexpectedly, Larsia recalls.

I used to do this, too.

Yes. To my newborn sister.

Meadow species are uninhabitable creatures. Many of them accompanied him to caravans and other places, where he lived his journey from journey to journey.

The exception to this is the time of parenting. Only in the meantime do we live in the right villages and towns, raise our children until they are able to stand the journey, and teach them all sorts of things.

For example, how to get people to share cash, food, etc. (...) without straying from residents.

That's how we continue our journey again and say goodbye to our parents and brothers when we can be independent. It is up to Tyrone God to guide us to see you again.

Larsia herself, I haven't seen his family in a long time. I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

Larsia, who is delayed in her thoughts, and Ritna, who stares gently at it.

And my little hand held my cheek-pushing finger tightly.

At this moment, something changes in Larsia.

In short - it fell.

If you look closely, you look just like that sister.

I see. If you're your own child, do you look like your sister and deserve it?

"Okay, let's grow up together"

It was a conclusion that omitted a lot of assumptions, but no one anywhere pointed that out.

"Come on, the parenting conference is - J-me-ru - Yo!

Istas Marquis Constant Deliberation.

In the past, new agendas were brought to the scene where we worked out measures to deal with the families of the spiral of despair (Reliouria). Perhaps it is also an outdated agenda.

"No, because it's not"

Yuut denying it at the bottom of the line, half-eyed at Larsia, who rises on the chair.

This is where those Larsias discuss the Archeron they brought in.

"There won't be anything in particular to discuss. My real sense is that if I had a father and a mother, my children would grow up healthy."

"You're primitive."

Exile also agrees with Yut from another direction.

On the other hand, Akane, shaken to the unknown task of scripting a play, has a flair such as not being here.

"There's a lot going on! First, I need to give you a name!

"In the meantime, I asked Truss-Sink God about that child's mother"

"Exactly, Alcia's cool."

Valtrude praised that he could count on his childhood friends, who did not know how to deal with Larsian children who suddenly appeared - or whether, I repeat, were not definitive at the moment.

But the archbishop (Patriarch), wearing a crimson eyelid, shakes his head with worry.

"'Don't worry,' he says."

"I know it's safe and sound, but I guess..."

It is common for a divine commission to be an ambiguous wording that allows for diverse interpretations. It is only natural that this will happen more than communicating the will of the Great God to the Son of Man.

"Until the Truss-Sink tattoo, I got it"

"Yeah, yeah. That kid's gonna be bright tomorrow."

Meanwhile, the two meadow species sitting next to each other give their thoughts to the future of their children. The baby was watched by Kagra in a separate room.

"Parental idiot...... No, are you a stupid parent...?

"In the meantime, I want my sister to grow up with a wife."

Jonah didn't have any problems either.

"There's a lot more to the name. I'm giving him sweet dew (Amrita) instead of milk now, but it's hard for Ritna to make it, too. So I want Arcia to cooperate with the spell of" Feast Divine Feast, "and I want Acorn to have this kid's clothes ready. And Yut. I'm off work for a while."

"... I get it. I'll take care of it. Arcia, Akane. It's all right, isn't it?

"I'll do something. You can't throw it away."

"hereinafter in the same sentence"

For a while, I'll just have to let you like it.

The upper echelons of the Marquis Istas family came together in one consciousness.

"Okay, so I'm going out with a name in mind. The weather is nice and we should go for a picnic around the hacienda"

"I'm coming."

Thus, the meadow races ended the meeting on their own by just scratching it around.

"No, it wasn't a meeting."

"That's right..."

Yut - my husband's tired voice.

But the corresponding Valtrude voice was feverish.

(Will I be one day, too? No, it's a problem to get that far...)

But sometimes you don't know until you're in that position.

With emotions in her chest that she could not explain herself, the Holy Virgin of Hellenonia stared at her beloved.

Thus a week or so passed.

In the meantime, Larsia's fever swing hasn't changed.

"We're gonna have kids, aren't we? That could be a man, right?

"Oh......"

"Around puberty, I want to watch the boring children tell me that you are sisters and brothers with no blood connection."

"Oh, wow."

- I said it without context, and I had confused Yut, but those days abruptly ended.

"Yo. Long time no see, brother!

"... Could it be, Merla!?"

By chance, Larsia and Ritna. And that's when the baby named Lavinia was visiting Yut's office.

Kagra brought in a meadow race named Larsia's sister.

"Oh, you kept it right. Good. Good. I was worried because I heard you didn't have a brother."

With that said, I glance into the face of my child that Ritna can hold.

Its side, which sees the child sleeping easily, did have a mother's face.

"By the way, is this beautiful, your brother's wife? Do it!"

"Was it your child?!?"

"Hmm? Right? You're my brother's niece."

Then it's natural to be similar.

Larsia weakens with nagging.

(I see, I certainly didn't have to worry)

I was put outside the mosquito net as much as I wanted - not that I wanted to go inside - but Yut was recognising the correctness of the gods.

"No. Come around here in the caravan, I tried to settle in for a while because it was just fine, but I got a mild pneumonia. You kept breathing, you kept your life, you kept it with your brother. Glad you're safe, me."

"No, I've got a lot to say, but explain everything!

"Explain? Then, see. Write to me properly..."

"Shh, shh!

"Yeah?"

"Does that mean you have that letter at hand?

Silence.

Silence.

And understanding.

"Ohhhhhh! Sorry!"

It was possible that my child was in danger.

Realizing that, Merla - Larsia's sister - gets disturbed.

Seeing how wolfish it really was, Larsia poured everything into the water.

"He was a very good boy."

Ritna also returns the baby to Merla by hiding her various thoughts.

All meadow races are alike to my son to her, who is a minute god. That makes no difference anywhere.

That was supposed to happen, but the gaze staring at the two of them leaving the office for a meal had mixed intricate colors.

"Well, I can't help it. It's better with real parents."

To her like that, in a bulky tone, Larsia says.

That, on the contrary, was telling the story of his mood.

"Right. You can have real children."

"Huh?"

"What? Are you unhappy?

"No, not dissatisfaction or anything like that. Somehow, after a positive and good deed, I will report to you..."

A man spinning words everywhere and a woman staring at it.

The answer is like being decided.

I don't mind that.

Let's celebrate.

But......

"It's good, you guys, do it in the back."

Better to be shown off in front of you, it's not a hoard. I was embarrassed in another way to see if I was like that, too.

"Really, please"

Petition for Minutes Divine Body with Best Friend.

Unfortunately, the words of the Great Mage (Arch Mage) did not arrive.