Grandpa Grants, who got tired of dinner and started playing with the food, was forced out of his seat because he was' ill '. You'll be eating buns by now.

"... surprised?

"Well, I was amazed by a bunch of great dishes that utilized the flavours of the ingredients"

"... are you the one on the left, I'm glad you're happy"

The rest of us, Mr. Dawson and I, moved into a separate room and finally got to the bottom of it, practitioner consultation. At the beginning of it, Mr. Dawson asked me to blur the matter. Nothing else, about Grandpa Grants. It can't be anything else.

The king's dementia is like exposing the country to weaknesses. Even in friendly countries, it is unsavory to be known to the envoys of other countries. There's nothing wrong with being pushed against unfavourable terms in a deal or in the military for that reason. They say that no true friend exists in the state. Yet I was sent to attend today's meal because I needed to show the sincerity of the country. Because the king himself needed to entertain envoys from friendly countries. That's all Ende is being hunted down.

In contrast, I took the attitude that I hadn't seen or heard anything. It's like, 'I'm not going to exaggerate this. I have conveyed my sincerity'. It may be a problem as a national envoy, but diplomacy is not my job. In the first place, there's no such thing as bullying a weak wanker. It's incredibly stressful evidence that a crocodile can have ten yen baldness. Bullying such a wanker is raw even with the permanent deprivation of moflist credentials. Worth dying for.

Mr. Dawson seems to have conveyed the will properly. I feel a little relieved by the signs I was straining.

Woo and Cristella are eating in a separate room. My escort was replaced by two Knights. I was acting differently in handing over the bandits, but apparently they had already finished processing and arrived at the mansion. I totally forgot, I'm sorry.

This time, the task I've been given by the King is to transport relief supplies and crusade bandits, and rescue operations within Ende for a limited time. Rescue operations are called PKOs. I didn't know you were going to do militia impersonation in another world. I don't have as much skill or experience as all of you in the militia though.

It seems to me that one child and his entourage are dispatched to cooperation in other countries, and that the foot of ten knights is considerably less, but the wizard seems to be considered to be quite a force of war, and the equivalent of fifty soldiers per person is converted. It is known that me and Cristella are wizards, so this time more than a hundred people have been dispatched. Enough power for a rescue mission.

Most of all, the truth is that there are nine wizards, including the submissive demon, so it is practically equivalent to four hundred and fifty. About one Knights. Perhaps a little overpowered.

Dispatch period is about two months. Negotiations with Ende are necessary, but they can be speeded up or extended depending on the circumstances. It's an unthinkable courtesy in previous life to be able to schedule your own schedule.

Specific activities are to be determined in consultation on the ground, that is, in consultation with this practitioner. Preliminary meetings can take time and effort in this underdeveloped world, so let's make up our minds in the field. What a treat to be allowed to decide even what the job is about. I don't want to go back to the original world anymore. About the fact that different worlds are whiter working environments that are not well established by law.

By the way, this assignment is not unpaid. Expenses and rewards are to be paid by the Kingdom at a later date. They don't have a system called receipt, so although there is a cap, they can just declare it out. You can add as much water as you want. I won't, though.

"We now ask Lord Faith and his entourage to restore security around North Mountain Road. Warrants to the surrounding lords will be delivered to your room tomorrow morning. I don't think you'll be reluctant to cooperate if you take that into account. Best regards,"

Our request was to restore security, or crusade between Goblins and bandits. That's pretty much what I expected. Demon hunting is the eighteenth of adventurers, and since we already have a proven track record of exterminating a bunch of bandits, it would mean we can leave it at ease.

What's not what I expected is that I haven't had enough roots for the Lords to rule along the streets. Seems like the job comes from taking a warrant and letting them work together. If there was a lord who refused to cooperate, he would also allow a solution by force. Rather, it could be a request in anticipation of that. If we can legally exterminate the rebellious lords, the Ende government will gain more courage. Besides, it's the kingdom you hate. I've been thinking about it. Well, if you clean it up peacefully, there's no problem. Let's just say we move on.

As for locust damage, they don't have any requests for us. Fortunately (?) Ende is a mountainous country, so the reason is that the damage will not be stopped in the mountains and spread significantly.

Nevertheless, he wants to continue to ask for assistance from the Kingdom of West Midlands, as there is no doubt that the barn zone within Ende has been damaged. For that transport, too, I suppose you want us to rid ourselves of the obstructive bandits and goblins, and then the rebellious lords. I'll take the extermination, but talk to our king when it comes to assistance.

Why Ende's army doesn't exterminate bandits and goblins because they don't have the leeway. Mr. Dawson was spilling it with a bad look on his face.

Serious food shortages are currently occurring in various parts of the country where locust plagues have occurred, and looting and riots by starving residents appear to be frequent. In part, they're even in a situation where the lords are debated. The army said it was well on its crackdown and couldn't get around to anything else. It's no longer a civil unrest beyond the riot zone.

When nobles in other countries are involved in military operations such as civil unrest crackdowns, they can be good and bad and affect state relations. You know, the residents of the area you saved became pro-West Midlands Kingdoms, anti-West Midlands Kingdoms, territories and reward issues. You'd want to avoid that as an endeavor, so I guess you took care not to get involved as much as you could. The militia PKO also avoids military operations as much as possible.

Then we're talking about 'Is it okay to crusade the hungry mob for banditry', but this one seems to decide it's no problem because it's policing, not military operations. It's an obvious switch, but it's strange because when it comes to politics, it goes through. It's the same as saying, 'The militia is not an army, so it's not a march, it's a dispatch'.

"We appreciate your assistance. Thank you for your cooperation."

"No, it's cheap, given the heartache of Her Highness Lady Margaret."

One of the reasons why the Kingdom of West Midlands supports Ende is Her Royal Highness Lady Margaret, the Second Lady of the former King. For the present king it will be my sister-in-law.

Her Royal Highness is the younger sister of Grandpa Grants, who has been married from Ende for stability between nations. He doesn't seem to have gotten along badly with the previous king, giving birth to two daughters. By the way, they're all dog-eared. I'm a celebrity wanker, I want to moff.

During the previous coup d 'état, they were all women and had no inheritance rights, so they were lucky enough to escape the demon hand of the Second Prince (Brandon). All three of them have died in the outhouse on the outskirts of Wangdu.

I cannot neglect my friendship with Ende any more than Her Royal Highness and the two princesses have your lives. Nor can we leave our allies collapsing and sparks spreading, now that it is a time of war. Other than that, they overlapped with several small reasons, and this rescue was to be sent.

Nevertheless, there is not much room in the kingdom either. Jerkin, the end of the war is open on both sides of Nolan, so whatever the supplies are, the talent is constantly persecuted. Both the village chief and Count Dorton remain attached to the battlefield. I want to accommodate the dispatch with the least possible personnel. So I'm the one with the white feather arrow.

I don't have a position or territory because I'm a freshman associate baron, and I'm exempt from military service because I'm a kid. In fact, Nolan, Jerkin. He's involved in a huge war, like destroying the heads of state and military installations in both countries.... this wonder that the war is still going on even though I destroyed it. No, I've devastated it, so maybe there's no one left to decide, and vice versa, I can't pack it up. It's not a good idea to overdo everything.

I'm a wizard, so I have power, and I'm an adventurer, so I can expect to be responsive in the field. The camp is not bitter, and there is no prejudice against the beast man. Then there are assets that can only cover the immediate costs at their own expense. It's a very convenient pawn. I don't have a hand that I don't use. So it was inevitable that I was given this assignment.

Convenient man, Mr. Beat.

The next morning, the same woman as yesterday brought me a warrant in the same dog-eared Katyusha as yesterday. The silent pressure to 'say nothing' is strong.

I just want to get that warrant to the mission right away, but I have to get some food first. It's somewhat loaded in my own carriage, but I don't know how many days I'm going to be camping, so I want to refill the food as much as I can. I'm also interested in Ende's specialties. Well, if you buy too much and you get thin, the residents will have trouble, so let's just say you buy the more.

The market in this city was near the harbor. Blah, around unloading yesterday.

There are a number of dewstores lined up this morning in the square where there was nothing yesterday. Lots of seafood. If only with regard to seafood, the scarcity of supplies near Mignola does not seem serious.

And it's full of wankers and nymphs. Heaven was here.

"Uh-oh, the boss is cold for Atashi, but the eyes that look at other cats and dogs are tender. I'm not convinced!

"That's not true, is it? Sometimes you moff with Wu, don't you?

"Always follow Woo! Demand better treatment!

I'm only sleeping or eating all the time. Anya is rarely involved with me. Is that a common jerk? Cats. I can't help being casual.

"Okay, okay, I'll moff your ears and tail when I have time"

"My back, too! Even a backstroke is nasty! Then I forgive you!

"Yes, sir."

Why are you looking at me strangely from above? I'm your husband. Well, it's fun for me to moff, too, so is that okay?

"It's just so sloppy, Anja! Dear Beat, let us also stroke!

"Shit, we should have rights too! Demand improvement!

"No, you guys don't have moffy ears or shippos!?"

"If you stroke your butt and mune, you'll have no problem!

"It's more of a problem, isn't it!?"

Fished by Anya, Cristella and Kikka mentioned strange things. Whatever Kikka's elf ears are, they're otherwise sexually harassing wherever you touch them. As for labeling white companies, that can't be seen. No, if he wanted to, wouldn't he be sexually harassed? No, no, in this case, am I being sexually harassed?

"Oh, well, shall I let Master Beat stroke his head? Nice ass, too."

"My husband's, stroking is, wow, sweet. Don't worry, I will."

"(Cocksucking)"

"Pee! My dad is so sweet because he's my dad! It's just a potato!

Even Luca and Basil. Well, not even Basil or Lily's father is weird for his mental age. Pea's enough to call me Daddy, and I'm gonna stroke you with that, so I guess you'll be relieved. If wankers and moffs are happy, I'm happy too. Don't stroke my ass.

"... they get bigger when rubbed by someone they like (fniffniffniffniff)"

"Seriously. Let's get Atai rubbed too...... (Funihuni)"

"That's interesting! I want you to rub my balls too! (Funifni)"

"Consent (Funifni)"

Daisy, Samantha, Kirala, Sarasa! Don't rub yourself staring at your mune all over the city! You're in trouble with the Knight's Odysan way!

What, are you smiling? Really? I'm an adult.