Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"I had a ceremony with Alcia the other day."

"Well......"

"Also, ex-post reporting?"

In contrast to my mother Haruko, who is surprised but delighted, my father's favorite face. I understand that there must have been a lot of circumstances, and I can say that the greeting itself is complete.

"Uh, I'll have the reception after Dad and Mom get over here."

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. I'm young. You've had a blast. I don't have a choice."

"That's how I find it oddly difficult to understand..."

Seeing Haruko flourishing, one way or the other, Shinzo caught the spear with a small sigh. It goes against his style to complain even more about a person who is reflecting.

"When you're Zhu Yin, you won't forgive me if I don't make it right."

"I'll be careful"

I never forgot to stab the nail properly.

"So you don't have to pack because you can also take the bookshelves and other items with you. Well, I think the cupboard needs to be carefully transported."

I managed to escape my father's sermon - in anticipation of this, Arcia did not let me accompany him - and Yut spoke somewhat forcefully of the following topic:

"That helps. Wow."

Hands on cheeks, Haruko smiles. He is so young and annoying that I don't think he is Yut's mother. It was an honest expression of emotion, but it also meant I was so happy.

It's a lot less time to move. Even if that's a seemingly suspicious means of spells, it's no problem.

Originally, I wasn't suspicious, but the experience of actually travelling to the Brewers had made unrealistic events acceptable as well.

All the more so if it's what my son says.

"I was worried about your father's books."

"You don't have to worry. I'll do my own thing."

"No. If you can't do it, even your back hurts, you're in trouble."

…………

I guess I have something to think about.

Asanzo pressed against him and resumed some work on his laptop.

If you want to concentrate on your work, you can stay in the study. I guess what I'm purposefully bringing up my computer to come to the living room for is that I welcome my son as much as he does.

"You no longer have to do what your father can't do, and all you have to do is organize it in your closet and in your break-in. Really, that helps. Wow."

"That way, you won't have to take it all. I'm not handing this house over to anyone."

"I know. Yikes. But it's not easy to go home and get it. Oh, yeah. I think I'll buy a lot of groceries while I'm at it. You'd better stock up on Colo's wig and cans too."

"Well, it's like annoying"

Haruko plans to move around the living room busily.

He walked beneath his feet so that his beloved dog, Colo, could be trapped.

Having given up braking on my mother's rampage, my father continues to work by opening his laptop at the dining table. As always, they were two people who weren't sure which had the lead.

Holiday morning. Parents and children, no, families, including my dog, are gathered in the living room. Can't we see this sight in the drama right now? Even so, in the past few years, Yut has seen very little drama or television.

In such a space, Yut sits on the sofa in the living room and makes coffee. I enjoyed my family's time without water.

Though returning regularly to Earth, the time to keep the dimensional gates open is short. Given my dealings with the Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend), I couldn't slow down like this. Anyway, even with the ability of Dimensional Dragon (Kronos Dragon) Dal-Lukash, it can only last a few hours.

But not today.

To get here, Nayuta Gate Infinite Portal. And at a predetermined time - around 21: 00 this evening - Dal-Lukash made the use of opening the gate, securing the time.

I have already contacted my real name to have this transaction ready.

This time I used it this way because I had to have a meeting with my parents about migration, but that's why I decided to proceed with my relationship with my real name and the Hyun-chul meeting.

It reveals the existence of many gates.

Previously, I heralded to my real name, but it would be shocking for the Hyung-chul Conference. But that's not all. It would be after the next time, but I was going to meet not only with my real name but also with someone above the organization to make a sort of consciousness.

At least, there's no doubt that the relationship between the two will change. I think Yut, not Built Before, wants him to head in the right direction.

"By the way, Yu-chan"

"... what?

Soon, my mother sat next to me holding a colo.

Subtly distancing himself from his mother like that, he asks back just a little grumpy. A straightforward, dissatisfied response, not like when Larsia messes with you.

I can have kids too - still, more than six months away - but how about that call?

The thought was, in fact, like pre-construction, in fact, the same thing that the child was sweetening to his mother.

"And then how's Mr. Valtrude doing?

"Oh......"

"By now, don't you have a connection?

"It's like nothing at all."

I repeat to my mother - and to my father, who listens as he does his work - the stories I have also made several times in the Brewers.

"No change of taste, no nausea, totally as usual. Oh, I guess the amount I eat has more than doubled."

"I'm so proud of you..."

Was it quite hard at the time?

I can only bow my head to my mother's reaction that the verse caused you trouble as a cause of it, Yut.

"Thanks to you, I'm trying to move the way I've always done, so my surroundings are chilling."

"You don't have a choice. But if it's easier for you, that's the best part. It's a lot better than Mr. Valtrude's suffering and worrying."

"... that's for sure"

That's right, experienced. When viewed differently, Yut is impressed.

"And Yu-chan"

"Hmm?"

"I'll change my mind, but you look great in those clothes."

"Really?"

The grump of being called "Yu-chan" or something like that like a child disappeared somewhere.

Yut, cared for as soon as possible, breaks up with each other as he picks his clothes.

Nothing, I didn't wear it because I wanted to show it off. Black Dragon Clothes (Dragon Claus), a gift from Alcia, had already become Yut's everyday outfit, so she went through her sleeves this morning without any particular deep thoughts.

That's all.

I thought it would surprise me if I told my real name about the material in the clothes, but I had no other intention.

But there's no way I'm not happy to be praised. Because it's the same as being praised for a beloved wife.

"Alcia will make this for me."

"Should we have clothes like that, too?

"Become!?"

Which of the voices was uttered by Yut, or by his father's trustees? The most likely option is for the two of us to be together, but it was a totally hopeless story.

Knowing nothing of the owners' thoughts, Koro, out of Haruko's embrace, presses his nose tip around Yut's shin. It's a request to stroke. Whatever, a snack is good.

Unconsciously follow it, roll your dog onto the spot, bend over and stroke his slightly waxed stomach. It resembled a unconscious boxer releasing a jab reflexively.

"Before, the world over there? So is it good? Well, we were all dressed up a little different at that wedding, weren't we?

"Well, that's true..."

That's why Acorn is about to launch a fashion revolution in Vermilio.

"So I was wondering if we should dress up like drama and cartoons too. Oh, it's not like I want to cosplay for my age. Don't get me wrong?

"Yeah. Right..."

While fulfilling her duty to belly her dog - or exercise her rights - Yut looks into her father's eyes.

The reluctance across the laptop's top plate had a bitter look like the young head of a yakuza worrying about the invasion of an emerging foreign organization.

"That's right. Japanese clothing is also an ethnic costume, right? Then, conversely, Japanese clothing is better..."

"-Mom."

A low and vicious voice echoed in the living room as if to issue an assassination directive.

It was a courtesy voice.

"You don't have to prepare it over here, you can make it over there if you need it"

"Right. So is that."

Haruko caught a light spear.

"Then, let's make it together."

…………

I cleaned things up without being taken a word for it.

That's brilliant, but the stuffing was sweet. It could have left its roots in the future.

Should I be respected or pitied?

I wouldn't have been able to stand the sight of my son like that anymore, but Kisazo closed the laptop lid and said.

"By the way, where are we going to live over there?"

"Oh. I have a room on the same floor of that fortress we live in."

"On the floor with you..."

Ashizo pushes silence as if he had something in mind.

In doing so, the majesty and face were different, but the atmosphere was very similar to that of Yut.

Yut would never admit it. I'm not happy at all when people say it's similar to my parents, etc.

"Is that okay?

"What is it?"

"We're certainly grandparents of a child born to your parents, but we're just other people, aren't we? It's not like it's a temporary stay. Is it okay for a human being like that to enter a living space?

"It's..."

I didn't want to leave Colo and turn away...... but if you ask me, I have that concern. Unfortunately, I can't say enough about my worries.

"Right. Though I would say that the uncooled distance of the soup is good."

My mother, Haruko, was also in tune with my father.

"Conversely, it's better to stay away from the heat."

"But throwing it elsewhere..."

We can build a separate building, as Toldek told us, but to the parents who come from different worlds, isn't that much?

"Well, the castle is huge, so I can dare to have a room in a remote position..."

"In the first place. I'm sure you've got the ladies' understanding."

"... ah"

Shit, Yut changes his complexion.

Too obvious, I totally forgot.

"The stuffing is sweet, who the hell is it"

"I look like my parents, I'm sure"

At Yut's feet, a completely abandoned colo was twisting on his back as he protested.