My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

The meal began with Adiro, ruler of Whorehouse Street, and Beckenberg, the richest man in Glory Street.

Beginning with an aperitif wine, it is a soup with appetizers and, as far as I can tell, a peaceful and elegant dining landscape.

"- That herb, the purchase value is fluctuating. Maybe it's epidemic disease in the Great Empire."

"- No, it's not an epidemic. They're consuming it for prevention. Thank you. I hear you've succeeded in stopping the epidemic."

"- Right. But either way, there's only so much to come here for."

"- Looking for wild things right now, or maybe I could just build a field."

"- We need to get enough before winter arrives."

It was the first time I was giggling, but Grandma Adiro and Beckenberg, bald and fat, told a fairly intrusive story.

When I saw that, I thought, "Maybe I'm not on your side, but maybe I'm a business associate".

Considering this city a single store, Grandma Adiro and Beckenberg are managers.

The two of them are trying to bring this city to life with their rights and interests first.

If you stop giving and kill the city, you won't make any money, but if you give too much, a different ruler will rise.

I guess these two control this lawless country with a perfect balance between supply and distribution.

It's not good intentions, it's not good deeds.

It's just a profit purpose, an interest for that purpose, and I'm sure it's between those who are trying to scratch their sleeping necks if there's a gap.

But it seems like a big part of it is thanks to these two that management is now quite formed as a city and some order is maintained.

Is this necessary evil?

I don't know the hard part.

I can live because I am ruled. Perhaps there are quite a few such people in this country.

…………

And it's Beckenberg.

You have a thin head hair, you're fat, you don't even look roughly intelligent, you always have this crude vibe of drunkenness in an inexpensive tavern, but all you're talking about is being pretty smart.

Age, I think, is between 40 and 50.

After all, it looks intelligent or nothing, but energetic or full of the power of life, the colored eyes are more giraffed than hungry beasts.

Not enough food yet.

I'm fat, and I still want to eat greed, I look like I'm trying to get upset.

I've never seen anyone so full of ambition.

It feels exactly like the ruler of a lawless country.

- Well, let's just say that.

Beckenberg cares, too, but Lisse cares more than that.

Lisse saw Girosilo at first, but now he just stands there in a grumpy mood.

Well, I'm similar.

Standing without a seat, he just lays his eyes down and waits for Grandma Adiro's meal to end.

It's a pretty boring time, but I'm not going to be distracted because it's an escort.

- Lisse probably hasn't noticed me.

There wasn't much disturbance in the signs and atmosphere, so I wasn't upset or more concerned than I needed to be.

So you probably haven't noticed.

That was worth the disguise. Because it's a disguise for times like this.

"- Adiro by the way. The maid there, the new face?

- You hired an unfamiliar escort.

"- He's a visitor to the Bryn Tower. That's what that maid does, isn't it?

Oh, you got something straight on the subject.

Apparently, a profitable story has been separated, moving on to a different topic.

No, this too. In the end, it's probably profitable where we're going.

"-... hun"

Grandma Adiro, staring at Lisse, snapped her nose.

"- You, you don't like the fat guy there, do you? It says on my face that I have no choice but to obey. Why don't you come over?

"- Hey. Don't try to take my fortune in front of me."

Totally.

I don't care about Beckenberg's fortunes, but I'll be in trouble if it comes down to living with Lisse.

That's right. When it comes to a large mansion, if you live under one roof, you'll just find out.

"- Well, I can't be wrong... actually, I just need to talk to you a little bit about it."

"- Consultation? About that little girl?

He wants to kill Zed.

……

Zed is the name of the leader of a criminal group.

Lisse wants to kill the leader of a criminal group?

…………

Huh? Why?

"- Hi. I came with you. - I hear Zed killed my buddy. He wants to make an enemy of it."

…………

Oh, my God.

Zed killed your buddy who came with you? Is that what you just said?

Solitica did say.

Some students died as soon as they came to this lawless country, or something.

That happens once every few years.

Is that what happened this time?

... Wait a minute.

I'm desperate to keep it off the surface if it's not on the table... but the upset is amazing.

Palpitations learn unpleasant highs and thoughts don't settle well.

I'm so upset that I honestly didn't think I'd get so upset so far.

Who is it?

Who was killed?

Is that Sash? Is that Celier? Is that Florentine?

"- That's sad. Did you finally start killing that kid?"

"- Oh, you're turning into a depressing fly. I wish I could crawl on the ground forever."

Lisse, who is the subject of such a party, makes a more unpleasant face.

Seems very true to see that reaction.

At least, Lisse's reaction proves that Beckenberg's words are not false.

I'd like to stuff Lisse or Beckenberg to ask you right now, but I can't do that.

I'm here as an escort now.

You can't crush Grandma Adiro's ments. Even if you thought it was more important that way.

Wrong priorities for important things can lead to all failures.

If Zed's here right now, it's not.

I just found out the truth here and now, and I can't do anything about it.

That is why, if we are to think of any retaliation, now is the time to be calm.

If it's true, I can't keep my mouth shut.

"- So, you don't know where that kid is, do you? I want you to look for him with me."

"- If you can't find it, there's no reason I can find it. I'll stop worrying. I'll tell you when I get to Whorehouse."

Leader Zed of the criminal group, huh?

You've got a little personal business.

Though I thought so, it was quick enough to encounter Zed.

Because when the two of us finished our meals and started drinking lightly, we came from the other side.