"Hehe. I wonder when the braves will be back..."
A different world than Earth, called the Blue Covenant World (Brewers). The southern tip of the Rotosilt kingdom, the largest human state in its midst. Falve, the central city of the Marquis of Istas.
A visiting girl had a vain smile in the castle fortress given to her by Helenonia, the god of justice, also known as "ever-winning”.
If you see anything familiar with her, you can be worried sick. No, it's a shady smile.
"Damn, go to God's world or something...... What kind of heavenly edition is that?"
Fermina, the Sun God, was communicating their actions in the form of a divine commission to the believers on earth, as he had told the Yuts. It is also quite massive to the condition of all who can worship the Sun God and use divine spells.
Therefore, without having to wait to hear from the Kingdom of the Chronica God, I had received a report from the Temple of Fermina in Falve - which I felt was somewhat flashy when Acorn first looked around the land.
Different plans are still good.
But what does adventure mean in God's world to do something about a bad God?
When they say God in this world, Riya, the goddess of beauty and art, comes to mind first. But of course, the other person must be a completely different God.
It should be different from that Verga, too.
"I don't want any more competitors, so I hope it's different..."
When I came back from heaven, there were more daughters. If that happens, I don't know what will happen to my shrinking self-control in the executive branch. For the sake of world peace, Yut needs careful action.
Of course I believe in Yut, but there are exceptions. That exception has also been a source of headaches...... No, let's stop it. Now, there are headache seeds nearby, because they are already germinating.
Acorn had a laptop at hand that he thought would have no such benefit.
Although the text editor is activated, the screen is white. I mean, nothing's going on with the work.
Beside using his desk in Yut's office to work as a lord's deputy, I've been trying to write a script for a play I've been asked to do for a long time, but the progress is obvious.
I don't go too far, so I plotted to put the figurine that wrote "surrogate" and title on the triangle cone - I don't know the official name either - but I refused because it just adds more extra work.
In the first place, few people can read even if they write in Japanese. That's the same script for the play, but the translation would just have to push Yut.
Although, I'm not in the stage of making it read.
To the point of translating the recommendation book, I made a decision. The character setup also took a lot of effort to explain the Princess Knight in the diaspora - and later, the Princess Knight (Paladin), who is also a fantastic presence in the fantasy world - as well as the Cathedral Knight of the Guard (Paladin), the object of that pale love.
Of course, the princess knight lets him dress as a man. A princess knight in men's clothes. The princess knight is about to collapse Gestalt, but that is not the essence of the problem. The philosophical proposition of whether a male princess knight can be called a princess knight is also not debated now.
The book of recommendations is naturally fiction, but historical facts exist in the background. Beyond translating that, this one will also require some background setting.
I fixed it, too. I'm not proud of it, but I'm good at it.
So far so good, but as a result, that was a failure.
Simply put, I was satisfied at the time of character setup. It is a common fallacy.
Plus, it's the first time I've ever scripted a play or anything, and I'm not sure how to write it. That sounds like something I should write from Synopsis first, but I tried to get something decent up from the start, and as a result, the work stopped completely.
This is also a common fallacy.
(Together, cartoons would make it easier...)
At that time a heavenly revelation descends upon Acorn.
"You just have to turn it into a cartoon!
It's a script. It was a mistake to be elbowed when it was a play. It's fine to present it in the form of a cartoon because you just need to know what the story is, the dialogue, and the situation.
Even if there were, the work must go on. Even if the direction is diagonal, it does not change what is going on.
a visitor girl who makes noises and stands up, closes the laptop cover, and tries to bring tools from her own room.
"Which way, Mr. Acorn?
I can hear her showering cold water.
"Mr. Regina, uh, hey... Nothing."
I had no objection to Regina, who works at the desk with Acorn. It's simply because I doubted it. The tone of voice should have always been the same.
Still, I guess Acorn snuck back to his seat because he felt guilty.
I feel guilty about drawing Regina into this office to help me, which should have nothing to do with it.
Neither was the acorn, nor was it otherwise retreating or lacking in ability. In the first place, neither Clerk Claude nor Dal-Lukash are the kind of people who make it impossible.
Nevertheless, Regina's help was essential to resolve the unforeseen situation of the Emperor Turtle Archeron's father and son docking off the coast of Hardenturm rescuing the wreck.
Repair of shipwrecks and their arrangements. Allowance for the injured. Acorns alone must not have been able to accomplish this, such as arranging accommodation for sailors and passengers.
From there, it didn't take long for the fashion brand, the sense of fellowship developed in Vermilio, to get help on other matters.
(To apologize, have Regina's work room at the castle fortress when the brave man returns)
You're just going to thank me for more work - when it comes to making sure. I have a big nickname, and following her position, which tends to bias her business unlike Kagra and Petra, doesn't punish me.
Think about that, looking at the application for a temporary budget that reached out to deceive you.
It also had a set of plans for the baron of gastronomy to work with the Dwarves of Mainz to create a greenhouse in Bold Iron (Crystal Iron).
Transfer your consciousness to you, but wrinkles between nature and your eyebrows. A different kind of worry from the vain smile that floated away from my loved ones and friends.
There is nothing suspicious about the plan itself. Planting also seems to be common flowers and vegetables. I'm not familiar with it, but I have knowledge of greenhouses and house cultivation, so I don't understand it either.
Still, why would I be alarmed?
That's because the originator is the baron of gastronomy.
I feel like if I admit it, it's going to be outrageous.
Nevertheless, for once, it was within the determined discretion, so Acorn signed lightly. The biggest reason was that it was not well founded to dismiss it.
I can't just remand with a bad hunch than Claude or Dal-Lukash didn't play.
Is that the hand-winning around here, like the former baron or something?
"Why don't you both take a breather?
Thereupon, a dragon man (Draconut) samurai appeared in the office with a tea set. It is a sort of contradictory existence, the maid of Japanese costumes, but it is a painting indeed.
Acorn had a reflective nod, but I'm not sure if that was an indication of intent to take a break or a satisfaction with his own tailoring.
Apart from that inside, tea can be prepared in a reception space. To Regina, plus Kagra herself, an impromptu sorority began.
A more overwhelmingly cheap gathering hosted by Eudit, the queen. The slight sweetness of the herbal tea makes me feel safe, and I accidentally take a deep breath.
Sitting on the couch, flowers blossom in the Square Mountain Story as Kagra twists cookies that she remembers how to make - but eventually, she returns to this topic.
"Are the Yuts safe?"
"Really..."
Kagra mouths the dialogue coming out of someone today, like every day, and Regina tunes in with her worries.
While I say the Yuts, I don't have to be sure who they're most worried about. To her fiancée worried by two people who could call her beautiful, but Acorn didn't feel so jealous.
I knew how they felt, and I guess it was because I trusted them. I'm not the kind of person to approach without worrying about annoyance.
(Well, I don't think we'll make progress without that...)
It is a very difficult place, but there is also a sense that Acorn intervenes in a different way. Anyway, I have a real wife named Valtrude, and I'm only her fiancée.
"The braves will be fine, won't they? I wonder if there's anything more valiant or Val can do about it?
"It's..."
"Sure, that's right"
The insanity of the Yuts - though only indirectly - is no word to give back to Kagra and Regina, if they are assured by Akane, who knows and understands more deeply.
"More than that, now let's think about what we'll do when the brave man returns. It's more constructive."
"What?
Regina speaks out honest questions while she is heartily pleased that her confident and challenging acorn is back.
"What kind of filling does that mean?
"There's that too, but it's not."
After touching the piercing I put on my ear, Acorn says in a reopened manner.
"In the meantime, I'm worried about you, so you won't have to complain about beating me one shot or so."
"It's..."
"What do you think..."
Kagra and Regina who can't agree or disagree.
To those two, and the acorns I tried to recruit opened their mouths - they stopped closing.
"It's late, Zhu Yin. Oh, Regina and Kagra."
"- Brave man!
Suddenly he showed up. Become a childhood friend and fiancée. I have an idea that it must have appeared in Momentary Mobility (Teleport), but such things are out of consciousness.
I get up off the couch and run straight to Yut.
And he shook up his arm - he didn't do anything like that, he jumped straight into his chest. The Valtrudes are coming home with us, but we can't afford to distract ourselves to you.
"If you're okay, call me."
"Uh. Yeah. I'm sorry."
Acorn has a sense of being unreasonable, and Yut has a troubled smile, but these two relationships tolerated such insanity.
"I was worried, but for that matter, I did exactly what I did."
"Then..."
"Oh. Mr. Arcia."
Speak to Arcia behind you as you gently tap Acorn's back and pull him apart.
The archbishop of the Goddess of Death and Sorcery (Patriarch) took off his crimson eyelids after the acorn that made his eyes black and white wondering what would happen.
"Mr. Alcia, my eyes..."
"I was worried about Mr. Acorn."
Speaking out with dark brown eyes like nothing happened, Alcia was turning her face bright red, the fruit of it.