Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"By now, I wonder what the yuts are up to..."

Under the moonlight, a girl whose beauty itself took the shape of a person stared worryingly in the eastern direction.

Unconsciously, it stretches out a delicate hand that can only be a work of art.

But I can't grab anything with that hand.

Out on a terrace (balcony) in some of Falve's fortresses, Valtrude thinks of her husband and friends who have left her, clouding the jealous beauty of even the moon.

The festival of Istas continued unabated.

In the second half of the festival, the atmosphere moves away from the hands of the organizers and makes things like everyone enjoying themselves. That's good, Valtrude thinks.

The southern expedition, other than the Tubassa, appears to arrive on the last day of the festival. The festival should be even more exciting.

That's delightful.

But the Yuts will never see this sight.

It's pathetic to think of it...... but Valtrude looks up at the moon with a hiccups.

That worrying face, even Yut, must have never seen it.

Because if he were here, he wouldn't have that look.

Valtrude's gaze returns to the ground again.

The city of Falve is brightened by the magical light that lit the glass iron (crystal iron). Usually, that's enough, but I didn't say that the festival period was different, but the pine lights were shining brighter light.

With that night view, Valtrude's heart is not here.

"I hope I'm not being impotent... Not only Yut, but also Jonah."

My heart, far east. It was in the land of Li Kutua, which I have yet to see.

What kind of land is it? I wanted to see a country that looked like Yut's home. Isn't it the second time, Larsia? Isn't it bad?

Not to say viciously outrageous...... but I wanted to ask you about the sincerity of Wado Renka sweeping his land by outrageous means.

More importantly, I wanted to be with Yut.

Whether you see beautiful scenery, eat delicious food or exchange words with someone.

Without Yut next door, that's all I get to fade.

This night view is wonderful, but it reminds me of it in the King's Capital.

After it was decided to defeat the Spirit Prince of Fire, Il Kanjual, and become Count, he made a generation of confessions to Yut, who was on the terrace of the Royal Castle.

Now I think that I have Yut's child because there was a confession then. I want to praise myself from the bottom of my heart.

Even during pregnancy, there has been no change in taste or appetite, and on the contrary, there has been a slight increase.

So, during the festival, I went to every stall that opened to compete.

But alone, the flavor also blurs. "This is delicious," I tried to say, realizing there was no yut, and it wasn't once or twice that I was depressed.

Mind you, even acorns and real names talk to me frequently.

From every part of the word comes the worry of not being forced, but it's just fun to be listening.

But really, I wonder what Yut would think if he heard this story. The more fun I have, the more I want Yut to hear it too.

When Yut was going to Earth, it wasn't this far.

That could be because Alcia was there, or because she didn't think it was dangerous.

I don't know.

Why, am I here?

I really think so.

This thought, Yut's parents. Nowadays, he's also Valtrude's parents, but I guess it's the same emotion they've always had.

Given that, you can't just exhort yourself to complacency.

I know that, but still, it's awful.

But I didn't wish I hadn't.

I have another life in me. Such abnormal conditions are also becoming routine. My child who grows day by day and claims to exist is loving.

If you think it's Yut's child, all the more so.

So it is Valtrude's ideal to stand on the battlefield yourself while ensuring the safety of my child.

She is my mother and a warrior. I wanted to be such a woman... not because Alcia pissed me off, but even Valtrude just couldn't speak of such a request.

"Val, you're gonna get cold."

Acorn, with his coat in his hand, spoke to Valtrude, who was so miserable.

I don't know about Valtrude, but shortly after the acorn was transferred and woke up, it was a magic device (magic item) that had the ability to adjust the temperature worn on the yut.

"Really? I don't particularly feel it."

"Babies could be different."

"Even though you're in my stomach?

"It could be colder than Val's."

"Hmm. So is that."

Weird convinced Valtrude. Don't miss that opportunity, Acorn did it with his coat over his shoulder. A little bit of Valtrude's maneuver seems to have come to light lately.

Finished beauty has collapsed, but maternal and child health priorities. Plus, the sight of an extinct beauty weaving a coat with no fashion shards, this makes me feel dramatic.

Not knowing it was such a food for imagination, Valtrude smiled.

"What are the Yuts doing? That's what I was thinking."

"Yes..."

Acorns also shoulder to shoulder with Valtrude, looking east.

"Acorn always felt this way."

"Exactly, not always."

Haha, with a bitter smile, Acorn turned to Valtrude.

Staring directly at Valtrude's face from the front, consciousness can fly if you don't have a strong heart. Even now that I'm used to it, that didn't change.

"Maybe the Yuts are thinking the same thing."

"I don't know."

As for acorns, I didn't say it in depth.

Valtrude took it seriously, close to the Social Dictionary if you classify it.

I say as my stomach is getting bigger and my arms just seem a little cramped.

"Alcia's probably fine. But Jonah and Larsia are suspicious. Exile isn't that kind of guy."

"Yona, look. I'm sure you'll remember me when you eat dinner."

"Is that just acorns? What about me?

…………

"Why, look away!?"

That's because, of course, I can't answer that.

"Oh, the dragons are flying in the sky."

"Perla Vento? Looks like a lot of help."

The next thing I know, I turned the subject away blatantly, but should I say Valtrude? Without a doubt, he rode me.

On the contrary, it makes my eyes gleam.

"I was surprised at first, but now you're used to it ~"

Red Fire Dragon Perla Vento looking around in discipline. Security officials were well received and demanded that it continue even after the festival.

I can't say that to the proud Red Fire Dragon... but I don't think I'll get a colorful reply.

With that in mind, Valtrude takes a step back and puts into view the acorn pointing to the Red Fire Dragon.

Acorn and Parra Vento.

Two people who have nothing in common.

But Valtrude caught on to this combination.

I feel like I have something to say.

"Hmm..."

I think I remember, I can't remember.

In such a manner, Valtrude had been tilting his neck for a while.