Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

On that day, the blue sky was spreading without a cloud.

The wind is refreshing, neither hot nor cold.

Soon after we arrived at Farv's fortress. Like when I played in the river and raised my mind.

Even on such a day, Yut was at work.

The salvation would be going for a walk with the children when the norm is over. It must be a pleasant memory.

However, such a future was wrapped in darkness by a single visitor.

"Whoa, you're doing it, right? Impressive."

Falv's Castle. An office that can be called the castle of Uto.

Today, as Waltroode packed his paperwork, the grassland tribe (Magner) came aboard as a matter of course.

"Yuto, aren't you independent?

Independence? What are you talking about?

I don't have any plans.

I'm not admitting it, but I'm careful not to waste time and keep my eyes off the paperwork.

To put it further, I don't care about such a state.

Both of you.

"Huh? That's boring. Isn't that boring?"

"If Larsia is independent of this world, I would be willing to help her."

"It's not independence, it's banishment!?"

I see. One-way ticket. "

Too bad

"I have a one-way ticket...?

Unable to understand the meaning from the bottom of his heart, Yut finally raised his face.

I guess this is more damaging than I'm willing to take care of.

It was as usual today.

(If you're trying to annoy me, you're dealing with him properly.)

And Valtroude smiled softly, signing carefully. In the beauty of heaven, you can feel motherhood and compassion.

If you hit Ut with that question, he'd say, "We're done dealing with it, but ignoring it will do more damage."

Imagine that, the chapel knight (Paladin) smiled again.

In a sense, it is outside the mosquito net, but I don't care.

Daily scenery that has been carried out many times since we first met.

Since then, positions and relationships have changed a lot.

However, some things remain the same. It seems to Valtrode to be a very loving thing.

However, Waltrode's memory is somewhat fabricated.

That's right, Larsia didn't make it this far in person. Rather, he was alert to the sudden appearance of Uto.

Well, that was just the beginning...

There may be room for Valtrode's sympathy in that regard, as it has been overwritten in all subsequent impressions.

"So, we're talking about independence.

"Of course, I'm independent of this Rothschild kingdom."

"Larsia!?"

Waltroode, who had been watching, could not help but speak up.

Bomb. Poison. I'm not talking about that level. It's a matter of global security.

The Duke of Istas is independent from the Kingdom of Rothschild.

Just showing that will will shake the world. It could be a spark after the death of the Vega Empire.

"Neither do I, nor do you."

"Oh, I wouldn't do that."

"I know. But you can't, right?

"If it's possible or impossible, yes."

What are you talking about?

Yut calms down Valtroude, who was working at another desk with his gesture.

"But I don't do it because it's more disadvantageous than the benefits."

Really ~?

"You can't help lying. Or are you going to overwork me to death?"

"But now? If you think about the future, don't you have independence?

Yut, who was waving his hand to get rid of the insects, stopped moving.

So Valtrode learns that the language of the prairie tribe makes sense.

"Larsia, what's going on?

"That's not my job. Why don't we talk about this with Yut? I'm a couple."

"Uh-huh. Couples.... Yeah, me and Yut are a couple."

"Keep the baby and let it shine there!?"

The grassland race distorts its face in pain and suppresses its heart.

"Impossible. Do what you have to do...."

Just like that, I staggered two or three steps.

"When I killed one of them, the flow didn't change. The era itself has become a tide, and I'm looking for a new world (paradigm shift)...."

He seamlessly exited, talking like a passionate revolutionary.

"As always, Larsia....."

With a bitter smile on the beauty that even the gods of beauty must be able to produce, Valtrode regains consciousness of the documents to be signed -

"No, it's not."

--I remember the bomb Larsia dropped.

In other words, it's about the children's future. I can't help questioning you.

"Ut, what were you talking about?

"Ut! Val! Didn't I just come here?

However, the presence of Larsia, who ran into him shortly before he could breathe, forced him to interrupt.

She is unusually sweaty and her expression is serious.

So Valtrode was completely relieved (...).

"Oh, I see. It must have been Larsia's prank."

Hmm, I try to convince myself to go back to work.

"What's so calm, Val? Be more anxious and nervous!

"Ha ha ha. But this preparation is a mess for Larsia."

"Ut, what is Val saying!?"

If you don't understand, Larsia flaps her short limbs.

"Did you slip like this? That's right, isn't it too much to leave and come back soon?

"Sure, for Larsia... wait.

Valtroude still smiles happily and wants to see it all the time.

However, a feeling of discomfort that did not tolerate it sprouted inside the uto.

No, I didn't feel uncomfortable. I didn't.

That would be the worst thing that could happen.

Fear, Yut tries to match the answers.

"Hey, Larsia. I don't know....."

"That's right, Yut. I'm not wrong."

"Seriously... Was that the Minute God (Avatar)...."

Minutes. Spirits for God in heaven to work on earth.

It is not surprising that even though you have just put your feet on the floor, you can create more divine bodies than you have the power of God.

No wonder...

"Why is the Minor suddenly..."

"Somehow, I woke up in the morning and I was distracted."

"Worse than Planaria....."

Divinity.

Two Larsia.

Listen to the report.

Yut suddenly pushed herself to the waiting desk.