Level 99 Villainous Daughter

◆5-14 Do nothing, sir.

And I will be guided to the reception room. Patrick was the only one waiting.

"Where's Count Archiam?"

Since Yumiella is back, she should be here soon.

Do you think you can talk to Patrick without me? I think it's better to dictate him than I do to move the Dorkness family.

I looked around the gallery. It was a rich hobby, and there were too many paintings and so on. If you want to decorate a miniature of a strangely shaped house, you can leave a Russian doll behind.

The cup of tea that was served is probably a wonderful thing for people to see. I tried to take a breath of tea, but soon the Count of Archiam came. As soon as I arrived, I was waiting in the next room. Wait until you've had enough of the sweets that were served.

"Nice to meet you. Darren Archiam, the head of the Archiam family."

"It's Yumiella Dorkness. Nice to meet you."

He greets nervously.

"Thank you for coming today." I heard it might be tomorrow... so I'm glad today. "

No, my schedule ended early, so don't worry about it.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Count Archiam looks in his forties. Because it is the parent generation of my classmates, it is probably about the same. And she had a rather grim figure. I'm never fat. Are they blessed with their original physique or have muscles attached to them?

This was surprising because people with obese body shapes who felt like a virtuous aristocrat were also prepared.

Such a man is shrinking from his large body and is terrified.

No, I didn't cancel my appointment. Even if you expect too much, let's properly deny it.

"I really finished my schedule early. Because the technology in this country is lagging behind."

"Technology? What kind of technology?"

Armor processing and magic equipment.

"I was hoping I could help, but that's out of the question. As far as magic equipment is concerned, it is behind Remrest."

When I remembered, I became irritated again. I want my first uncle to talk to me.

The kingdom's top-class craftsmen, who destroyed my dreams, were terrible.

"It's really terrible. No matter what I propose, it's technically impossible... and I just mechanically return it.”

"What does Lord Dolkness want to make?"

Thank you for listening!

Patrick broke in as he thought of how many gears he'd rejected.

"Sir Archiam, we need to get down to business--"

“I don't understand romance,” Patrick said in silence.... I went to make some gear. I was thinking of installing a variety of special armor. "

"...... It's not uncommon for a nobleman to be thick in his martial arts, especially when it comes to the owner's armor."

Across the table, he joined me in my conversation, puzzled by Patrick's haste to speak.

The Dolkneses aren't too thick for martial arts...? There are private soldiers who perform police roles, but they do not have personnel like the army. Patrick and I can fight, and there's a dragon that's a little stronger. But, oh, okay. I can't help but stick it into the details.

"First of all, I wanted to be able to eject a sturdy rope from the part of my arm." A hook is attached to the tip so that you can jump from roof to roof. But that's it-- "

As I speak, I remember a conversation with one of the kingdom's finest craftsmen.

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"It's technically impossible."

We just need to fire the wire, right?

"The firing mechanism may be realized." However, it must be stored before injection, so the length of the rope is...... the height of the person is the limit. "

"That's not what I meant. You can fire, can't you? Then let's turn it into a pile bunker. Iron piles are popping up with tremendous vigour."

“I think it's possible. By the way, how much power do you expect?"

For now, I'll just pierce through the armor there.

"It's technically impossible."

"Are you that weak?" Eh, so, even if you solve the length of the wire, it won't stick to the wall? "

"... it should stick to a wooden board at a distance that you can reach."

”Hah... Then the purge function... please make sure that the armor blows up and falls off.”

Shouldn't you take it off normally?

"I threw away my heavy armor during the battle to make it easier for me." No idiot takes off his chintara armor on the battlefield. "

"If you're in battle, you shouldn't take it off." Ah, research is underway to simplify the attachment and detachment procedures! "

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"I was proudly told..." I don't understand romance. Perfect for blowing up enemies with purge power. Count Archiam also thinks so, doesn't he? "

Well, it was quite refreshing to talk.

Count Archiam shakes his head vertically, listening to the story uninterruptedly.

"...... I agree"

“That's why my schedule ended early and I'm here.”

"...... Are you back?"

Somehow, he stared anxiously at me and said so to my side.

Asked, Patrick responds quickly.

“I'm back. Let's get down to business, otherwise we'll be told it's even longer.”

"Ah, ahhh... I see. I offered to see Sir Dolkness."

Count Archiam changed his posture from the sky above and continued after he had rectified his posture.

“My Count Archiam's house is in dire straits. Please ask Count Dorkness for help."

No.

"I see, of course." I'm sorry for all the trouble. "

Somehow the speed problem was solved. The Count stood up and headed for the exit, dumbfounded and indifferent to us... but his shoulders trembled and he stopped.

At the end of his line of sight, Kevin is standing in front of the door.

"As I've always said, Master Darren is too understanding." Try to explain the details. ”

"But... Kevin, what would you do if you were my ancestor?"

"I don't know how to explain it."

Even if it's impossible from the ground up, if the skeleton is known, will the relationship break down further?

"It is up to the Lord to decide." It's up to you, Master Darren. "

Kevin called the count by his name. My uncle and grandfather are at home, but they are about the same age as their parents and children. I think it is because I have been taking care of various things since I was a child and I can't get out strongly.

Count Archiam sighed and sat back where he was.

"I'm sorry, but I need you to tell me about the crisis of the Archiams."

Just ask, right?

"I would be grateful if you could show sympathy and ask for help, but you will be deeply involved in the work of the Central Aristocrat." It is only by their knowledge that the lords will avoid it. "

I personally have a very good impression of this person. I don't like the nobility's struggle for power, but the central nobility... especially the extremists don't understand. Expanding power is the best value of happiness. I can relieve myself of my desire to live quietly in the realm.

I don't know the details, but it's a power struggle. I was dealing with the surrounding bees just because I couldn't check it out beforehand.

"Is it a central political dispute?" It was still better to discuss the loan. "

“Don't worry, my finances are good.”

There are rumors of debt, but I'm glad you're not having any trouble with the money.

But it was unexpected that we could afford it financially. He often thinks and then opens his mouth as he looks at the adjoining room, which seems only to have the intention of overdecorating.

"I'll explain it from the premise that the situation in the center will be neglected." I wonder if you are familiar with the rebellion of the Duke of Hillrose... now, the situation in the King's City since then. The duke's house was crushed, and the powerful nobility was eliminated. Our faction is completely powerless. "

"I know it's a difficult situation for extremist aristocrats."

"... an extremist?"

Darren, the owner of the Archiam family, muttered to himself in mockery. Patrick also poked me in the arm and pointed out a slip of the tongue.

The extremists who were, were commonly known as, officially, the Dukes. But there is no duke... and the old duke school? What should I call it?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Old, eh? Former? A Duke...?"

I don't want to help the Archiams, but I don't want to make them angry. It seems that if you are bothered by the problem of the new name of the extremist, it has been communicated that there is no malice. The count smiles bitterly.

"You certainly grew up in the realm of Dolchness." I should have known the word "extremist" since I came to school. Do you remember who you first heard from? What was the person's position? "

I found out about the extremist nobility... ah, I heard from the queen after I saw her. He was divided into moderates and extremists, and he was told to be careful because the latter were full of ambitious people.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I wrapped my tongue in my heart in the warmth of the queen who named herself a moderate. Even if there is a prefix to the popular term, the latter image is bad for moderates and extremists.

“The extremists were called moderates, that is, kings.”

“Exactly. We called ourselves the Enlargists.”

He admires you for your understanding.

The Expanders. The ones trying to invade by force in order to expand their territory, are they extremists? There are probably words that would make one of them look like a king, and I think they're just playing the Letterer competition.

Seeing through my heart, Archiam coughs and separates the conversation.

"Excuse me, it's all a play of words." Returning to the point... we are in a difficult situation, and the King's nobles, who saw it as an opportunity, are on the offensive. I'm sucking the weak prey all the way to the bone marrow. "

What did you mean by calm?

This makes me sympathetic to the stones.

Regardless of the faction, the central aristocrat loves power and interests. If the opposing factions were to be weakened, they would eat them up... I guess. I didn't think the moderates were all saints.

But whatever we take, we need a cause. Because I'm stronger, the reasoning that you should surrender your territory will not work in Japan. If it goes unnoticed, the king and a third party's nobility will enter into arbitration because the country will be messed up. There is no one to arbitrate between states, so it is rather foolish... well, it doesn't matter now.

There is heavy air. The gap with the brilliant interior makes the atmosphere unnecessarily breathless. The count himself seemed depressed, and there was an awkward silence.

Then, Patrick prompts him to continue in a situation where it would be difficult to cut out.

"I understand the whole of the enlarged group. And what is the Archiam family about to be robbed of?”

"You will be stripped of your position." Our house, which used to be the central aristocracy, will fall into the hands of the local aristocracy. "

"When it comes to the position... I see, if you lose the back of the Duke, you can't be stripped of it..."

Patrick said in a convincing manner.

I can't see the story. The position is that of a minister, like Sir . They're famous, like the Secretary of the Interior, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Warlord. I recognize Sir in my brain by converting him into a minister.

The famous place mentioned earlier is inherited from generation to generation by one aristocratic family, but it is complicated to have more than one aristocrat in other positions, or to have two aristocratic family around every few years.

So... I wonder what the Count of Ayachiam is. Patrick seems to know it's like this. It is rude to ask the customer herself, and she turned her face to the next person to tell me secretly. However, it is usually rude to ask in front of the person. I turned to the front.

It still seemed that I was behaving suspiciously, and the Count of Archiam smiled bitterly. And naming the title, it's hard to say.

"Ah, Sir Guardian... for once."

Sir Guardian? Protect your country from the vibe of your name... National Army? The head of the army was a military sergeant, and there were other military-related positions, but there was no guardian in the school.

I didn't forget it. There were two extremist nobles who were chewing on the National Army, and both were crushed by the same commotion. I'm pretty sure you're aware of this, Sir Guardian.

"Excuse me, Sir Founder's work..."

"...... The nobility and the people are more willing to protect the kingdom from the inside and outside. for the time being."

“Motivate? Well, what kind of authority do you have specifically?”

“No, no authority, no preferential treatment, no allocation of expenses.”

With a fuzzy gist, there's nothing really... oh, I finally get it!

Ah! You're the one who doesn't do anything.