Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

"Mr. Knobsada. Thank you for completing the request. As an unexpected result, Etoile and Shania would like to thank you for returning safely and unharmed."

The Duke of Azbel speaks that way with a smile that people like while shaking hands.

"Nevertheless, I had no idea that Mahal Marine would most of them fall back on that side, including the captain. I was going to run for a place in Gramada that would be hard to beat."

Slightly bitter face. It seems this was completely irregular for him as well. Well, I'd be scared too if the hands of the plot had reached out by that remote king's capital.

"With regard to the treatment of the 'Mahal Marine' … the Mercenary Guild's statute will call into question the offending department for breach of contract. According to the terms, everyone is enslaved when they approach their client for the purpose of murder. It sounds harsh, but the truth is you can't keep your face as an Alliance until you do."

Um, still?

When I try to pinch my mouth, the Duke continues to control the words with his hands.

"Nevertheless, it is commendable that we protected our daughters against less than half of the captains. As a result of discussions also with the mercenary guild, 'Mahal Marine' is dissolved, and all those who rebel become criminal slaves. However, there is no joint responsibility for those who have not turned back and fulfilled their mission. But she needs to take responsibility for the vice president. She's going to be a regular combat slave. Both parties are convinced of this."

If you look away from your gaze all the time and see Mr. Teena, you look ready.

The criminal slave is engraved with a dedicated slave imprint that even the person wearing it cannot disarm. And most of them will be sent to harsh places like mines and battlefields. The price is also considerably lower than normal slavery. This is a matter of credibility, because individual buyers don't get that way.

All survivors who become criminals are taken to mercenary guilds, treated as they should, and then handed over to slave traders. The six remaining mercenaries on this side are standing by at home after questioning the circumstances. It's up to them if they're going to be a solo mercenary family business or if they're new to some kind of mercenary regiment, but I'm just wondering what they're doing just admiring Mr. Teena.

"Now, Mr. Knobsada. Do you remember what I told you before? The escort mission, the rescue of the Duke King, and the defense of Gramada and you have achieved remarkable results. We'll get extra rewards along with that. Okay, here's one thing I'm having trouble with. Actually, there's going to be a lot of money flying in the reconstruction. Wouldn't there be a kind adventurer somewhere willing to take on poor slaves instead of paying for them?

'You know what I mean.' Ask so with a good smile all the time, Duke. Yeah. You don't have a choice. Damn annoyingly, this mood is completely read. I'm sorry, I'm sad... but can I ask for a few extras?

"Then I know you want to take on Mr. Teena's personality. And I hope you can, but if you have something like a tactical strategy book, would you mind borrowing it?

"Hmm, okay. Shall we finish the contract on this occasion? And the textbook, but there are a few things I used when I was young. I'll give them to you because my daughters won't even use them. And I didn't think you'd be interested in that."

Well, it was accepted with a single frown like that and a glimpse of the sincerity of this one. Well, it's not like I use it mainly. I won't be able to use it all, and I don't think it fits our policy, so I'll read it for once.

That concludes the negotiations extremely pale. Mr. Teena is engraved with a slave imprint and becomes my slave. You don't have to be so prepared to do anything uninhabitable. I whispered in my ear that the story should be at home later.

The textbooks were given around ten copies wrapped in seasonal substitutes. I need a certificate to complete my escort with me. That's all I need. The original reward will be paid at the time of reporting to the Alliance, so if you skip Mr. Amiral, you'll have to go tomorrow.

Here Mr. Tina left the room with Mr. Eleanor. They'll take you by carriage to Wazumiya like this. Is that it? Why was I the only one left??

Yes, there are five people left in the room, including me. Obviously, I'm the only one out of place.

"Dear Artisina, I have something to say here"

Articina snorts at it without words. Did you feel the seriousness of what you were going to talk about from the atmosphere?

"Unfortunately, before you were imprisoned in the Tower of Forgiveness, things followed in the Duke's Royal Family. The previous king suddenly passed away and the queen fell not from her heart. My sister, Lady Casca, was caught in a cliff crash and went missing with her life and death unknown. That's why your safety has become more stringent than ever. As a result, it was unexpected for us to imprison him."

Do you have a beating heart? Articina's breathing is rough. And so is Shania beside me. It creates so much tension that the sound of a heartbeat may be heard.

"Let's just say it's straightforward. My sister, you, Master Casca, are alive."

"My sister is alive, Duke! So! Where are you!! Why didn't you ever show yourself!!

More disturbing than ever. It's just a bunch of food jumping at the Duke now. Put your hands on his shoulder, if that may be disrespectful. There was a cold air in his hand and he cooled his body down without even responding. I turned this one around when I put my hand down, but it must have settled somewhat. He nodded at me and showed me.

"There are several reasons for that. The first is because Master Casca was killed by someone and caught in a cliff crash. At that time, as soon as what belonged to my hand, which was on the same path, saved your life. But then, for a year before I regained consciousness, I fell asleep. This is the second reason. And third, I woke up. Master Casca was losing his memory. It's all about your own name and birth. We could not return her to the King's Capital, where there would have been a killer who tried to assassinate her in that state. If you did that, you wouldn't have been able to protect yourself. This time you wouldn't have had your life. And by that time, the Duke was locked up in the name of protection in the Tower of Forgiveness."

Altisina leaning down like a muggle roar. Do you remember when we were trapped? Or is there something I think about the way my sister did it? The Duke took a breath after seeing how it was like that. This guy seems pretty nervous, too. There is a gradual increase in the number of times water is included in the mouth between stories.

I took a real breath before starting to talk again.

She, Casca, will be given a new name and raised as the daughter of the Duke's family. That was and still is something the Duke of Azbel has not told anyone.

It was only when I first welcomed her into the house that she was emotionally unstable and tended to block her, but with the help of her near-old eldest daughter, she gradually calmed down. As he grew up, he showed brightness and became one of the best moodmakers in the house.

I was ten when a turning point came to her growing up with a tickle. Yes, it is time for baptism.

As if invited by something, Casca offered a prayer under a certain goddess. This is what the samurai with whom she was watching the whole thing reported. He said that something glorious had come down to the priest and blessed the lady. Is that what triggered it? She regains her memory.

Because of this, the priest at the time goes on a pilgrimage journey after this. It is the source of rumors that they bought and dismissed the Duke's disapproval of where and how this twisted. The bad reputation for this goddess has spread for some reason since the last few years, and the matter has become a toddler and further discredited me. will have several years before this recovers.

"And now this child in front of you..."

Shania, who was standing beside the Duke of Azbel, leaves one step ahead.

I slowly turned my hand behind my head and removed the kachari and its mask. The open eyes are the same clear blue as Articina. Blonde hair reminiscent of the sun is more lustrous but very similar to Shania for care. He looks just like the medieval Articina. The most different part is yes, a scar carved from the middle of your forehead to your eyebrows. I guess this is the mark of an injury when I lost my memory. Personally, I don't feel like I'm undermining my attraction as a woman, but from an aristocratic point of view, do you mean this is hurtful?

"The first thing that came to mind when I got my memory back was how young you were smiling at me. I'm sorry, Artisina's got me carrying a lot of stuff. Until the minute I was supposed to undertake...... Now I was worried about how we might have met, but the advice from a mutual friend made me ready."

Shania turns her hand gently to hold onto Articina's head just to harden and slightly tremble.

"I'm sorry I've ever missed you, Artie."

"How to call it that. Only my mother and sister called me. Oh, sister...... Sister, yeah."

Extremely impressed Artisina buries her face in Shania's chest and weeps. Damn, it's really a sweaty day out of my eyes. I'm weak like this...

Master Eto is holding the handkerchief in his hand as well. The Duke watched his accomplishments with his terribly gentle eyes, although he would not show the boulder his kung fu or tears.