Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Despite the day after returning from the heavenly world, the executives of the Marquis Istas had begun to move vigorously with adventurous vitality.

Alcia moved to the Truss-Sink Temple to work there.

Jonah went to school a while back.

Exile and Larsia are on the ground to confirm any territorial variations.

Yut's trend, needless to say.

In that state, it is unlikely that Valtrude, the lord, is playing… etc.

The operation of the Temple of Helenonia is left to Alana North Tin - the task of the Temple of Helenonia is to turn around without the temple head - Valtrude was visiting the pedestal of God.

To carry out diplomacy with the apostle from the Kingdom of the Chronica God - Bishop Gilronto - who was sent as a thank-you for his cooperation with this Murgush event.

In the vicinity of Falve, on a literally placed island, there exists an institution of God-derived origin, the tomb of the goddess of death and witchcraft, chosen as a place of conversation.

Once, in the same Shia (Azumaya) where Yut and Arsia met with Seneca II, the two face each other.

The Cronican Divine Kingdom side has one Elf bishop, while the Istas Marquis family is also present in Acorn. Old Claude, the clerk - head of the office - also refrained behind it.

"Thank you again for your great cooperation."

"We had a situation here, too. Don't thank me."

Let Bishop Gilronto raise his head by saying extraordinarily that it was for his fellow man, Alcia, who rewrote the existence of God.

"As such, I would ask His Majesty to tell you as well"

Acorn, present, opened his eyes to Valtrude's magnificent response. When I welcomed Prince Alsace to Falve at the time, I was very clear.

As a result, I forced that unnaturalness through with the beauty of its appearance - as the great army stomped its enemies - but now it's really natural.

Even if it is somewhat disrespectful language than trying to be weirdly polite, it makes a better impression to treat it with the attitude that it is natural.

It's just that if you let Acorn tell you...

(Beauty gets, doesn't it)

- That means, because beauty is out of standard, too. No one else can imitate it.

"Your words are good, but then the people are not convinced."

The bishop of Elf, who boasts a wealth of experience as an outsider, also said what he still had to say while being pressured by the glowing beauty of Valtrude.

"Will you please come again to Lutetia, the capital of God, and respond to the cheers of the people?"

"Hmm..."

I have a sense that I did something big.

But is that such a pleasure from seemingly unrelated people? I don't understand it there.

A contemplating Valtrude unconsciously touched the Heavenly Mounted Sword (White Knight) beside him.

It shouldn't be possible by nature to bring weapons into a meeting place, but nobody says anything. Of course it is natural and natural for this Cathedral Knight (Paladin) to place the sword of love beside him.

But maybe it has something to do with the fact that Valtrude's divine power engraving was overturned by this heavenly mounted sword.

Above the grid, the Heavenly Mounted Sword surpassed any weapon in the world. It can even be said that it is no longer just a sword, but an outstanding treasure in the forces of good.

Of course, there's very little to know about it, but the fact that you're feeling unconscious can be a good enough story.

A symbol of pride for Valtrude, though a divine power engraving that Yut had concerns about.

I don't want to be a god, but after my training and adventure, I approached that realm like I was found right in what I did.

It can't even seem neglected.

So I don't have to worry about Yut extra either and I just want him to be proud......

"With all due respect, we have no followers of Master Fermina here. If so, wouldn't it be more pleasing to be shown Seneca's face?

On behalf of Valtrude, who has gone into long thinking, Acorn gives his opinion.

A smile worthy of calling a lady to a verbal summons of her experience at a tea party with Eudit. Behavior that may be perceived as extra mouth, but unnaturalness is free of shards.

The word beauty gains also applies to acorns.

"Terrible. Fermina God named her and praised her for her quest. It doesn't matter which god you believe in."

It was, in all seriousness, even before the building.

Anyway, Bishop Gilronto, the messenger himself, is not a follower of the solar god Fermina. He is the bishop of Nerla, goddess of the moon, who exchanges it against it, and the non-negotiator of Nerkut, the capital of rest.

To be clear, it is out of jurisdiction.

Still, he was dispatched because he was packing in Rotonia and geographically closest, except for Seneca II himself, who is the person most closely associated with the Marquis Istas family in the Kingdom of the Chronica God.

Don't be afraid of misunderstandings, frankly, there's no one else to rely on.

"I understand you were worried about leaving the realm empty, but it was unfortunate to be back soon - and His Majesty the King of God said,"

"I don't know, I don't have people to replace me."

"I would now like to formally invite you once again"

I will say nothing more about my return to my territory so that I may flee shortly after my return.

So I'll make sure you attend the next ceremony I'll do instead.

Bishop Gilronto says so far away.

"I don't know if it's convenient, so it's hard to reply."

Naturally, however, such rhetoric does not apply to Valtrude. I don't know if I'm free or not, so I reply.

Bishop Gilronto's temple moves in response to his lack of body, lid and motivation.

The look said it was harder to do than yut if you did poorly.

"I would like to confirm this with you."

Cracked in there was Claude Laker, the only person in the Marquis of Istas who presides over 'common sense'.

A harsh old man takes a step forward to confirm his husband's intentions.

"Is it not necessary to issue a letter to the King's Capital and obtain permission from His Majesty Alsace? If so, we must prepare for it."

There is no provision in national law for foreign visits by lords. This is because we do not envisage an existence that can be easily moved around like the Yuts.

This time, however, it is an invitation as a hero who has accomplished the exploratory row of the Sun God with the Divine King. It was different than just visiting a foreign country.

"Right. You'd better do that."

Valtrude nodded lightly, if Claude were to say so.

"Then I'll be in charge of contacting Wang Du."

"Yes, sir."

"- So as soon as we get a response, we'll get back to you"

"... right. This one, too, will be prepared by His Majesty the King of God."

Bishop Gilronto unconsciously shrugs the sacred mark of his chest in the wake of the blatant postponement of Acorn. When this one was properly prepared, a compromise was reached.

Up to this point, it unfolds as Yut expected.

"Then there's one more thing, I'm keeping my request"

But I didn't imagine the other one.

"This is a request from Archbishop Regnum of Regrax, who wants us to rent the training ground of God of Power to hold an archdeacon of martial arts"

"The Great Martial Arts Society!

Hearing that fascinating phrase - if you're a common woman, it's equivalent to something sweet or something nice - Valtrude shines her eyes like a child.

"Is it okay to use the Heavenly Mounted Sword instead of using it until the divine power liberation (purge)... Hmm. First of all, rulemaking...?

Completely, I was going to compete.

"Does that mean it's not like a rivalry against this one, just renting a place and the Regrax folks fighting?

Acorn, who sees no longer in use, immediately stands on the arrow of negotiations. It may be an act of transcendence, but I can't help it all.

"Perhaps so."

The bishop of the elf, surprised by too much eating, also set the negotiator to acorn.

"In Regrax, the martial arts club used to flourish."

"I guess so..."

I only know what Yut told me, but based on the characteristics of that city, it's weirder not to do it.

Yeah, that's crazy.

"Once upon a time, was it?

"Yes."

To Acorn's question, Bishop Gilront answers with a distant eye.

"But gradually the content escalated, and the dead continued,"

"Ha... But even though there's a healing spell, isn't there going to be some kind of accident?

Acorn also knows that in boxing matches, rarely, but the dead come out. Given that, isn't there some aspect of it that there's no choice in the Brewers?

Of course it is important to take safety into account......

But Gilront closes his eyes and shakes his head quietly.

"Battle Royal in a ring with duels in cages that unleashed beasts, matches on ropes connected between towers, pitfalls and other traps. There's no way there's no dead people out there."

"I've only seen it in cartoons..."

"It seemed that way, so I bought Regra God's wrath. As a result, healthy sports flourished, as they do now."

Now it was Acorn's turn to close his eyes and shake his head quietly.

"Sound?"

"Sound."

"Sports?"

It's a sport.

If we don't do that, we're not going to be able to talk about it.

"In that regard, I thought that God of Power's training ground (over there) would be fine as long as it wasn't so impotent..."

"Of course, the Archbishop has promised not to play an insane game"

"I guess you don't mind if I lend you a place..."

Given the danger of this one going wild, it's hard to answer instantly.

"Right. I don't know how Exile or Jonah will work. In a different way, so is Larsia."

"Huh? Val?

Acorn does not succeed in two sentences to the comment that sometime brought the resurrected Valtrude himself up on the shelf.

"Bishop Gilront, isn't there a deadline on this matter?

"Yes. It's just a request - please"

"Then I will also consult with the housekeeper. As far as I'm concerned, I'd love to, but I can't give you an instant answer."

"Let's tell him so."

Reasonable conclusions at this stage.

That's delightful, but uncomfortable.

Acorn glanced inexorably at Valtrude's face sitting next to him.

"Hey, what?

"No, because the response is decent. What are you going to do?"

"Nothing like this."

I turn my back because I don't have any suspicious muscles, but the pursuit of acorns doesn't slow down. Grab my shoulder and pull back here.

"What about that heart?

"Worst case scenario, I don't think you can play my game with the winner."

A cathedral knight who does not lie confesses lightly.

Conversely, Acorn was relieved.

To the extent of such an existential match, there would be no problem.

"Oh, you're to that extent. I'm relieved."

"What kind of person am I supposed to be...?

The answer to that crush - wisely - did not exist.