My Room Has Become a Dungeon’s Rest Area

King Francis and Heavy Town aristocrats begin to leave the dinner hall.

The Miyagi dinner party, which took hours, ended.

At first, I didn't know why I, a wise man who was thought to be hiding in a dungeon, had been called to dinner parties such as those attended by royal marquis nobles.

It seems that the reason for this was to find out if the country's greats could add me to the seat of nobility.

Apparently, I've worn all my glasses, and I've become invisible to the Earl of the Yomi Dungeon.

Since it's a formal seat, I took a lot of measures to be careful with the manners, but I rather put the problem in the manners and said, "Shouldn't we not make him a nobleman? It may have seemed."

Well, I came to the conclusion that I had no choice but to be a lord when I think of my fellow Yomi dungeons.

When we left our seats to go home too, Leah was caught by a noble man who seemed to be of high stature.

He looks relatively young in his late thirties to early forties when he was a year old.

"Again."

I think so and try to take Leah out of the venue, but unlike when I was surrounded by nobles at a party before dinner, Leah didn't seem to dislike it.

Rather, I feel Leah actively talking about something.

I wondered what was going on and tried to get back to Leah. But......

"Uncle Yomi"

He suddenly grabs my arm.

When I looked at her arm, a blonde vertical roll of nobleman was hugging her.

It's Lila.

Uncle Yomi? Oh, you mean me.

I haven't even been officially awarded a medal yet.

"What, what is it?

"Someone I introduced you to."

"Who do you want to introduce? I'm in a hurry."

I tried to escape, but they're holding on tight.

Of course you can force it off, but it can hurt you.

"No - me and my shoulder loads have gone down"

"Huh?"

I was greeted by a gentleman-style, gray-haired man.

My name is Viscount Blanc.

"Ha, ha. Hi."

Viscount Blanc? Like I heard somewhere.

"I wanted to introduce you to my..."

That's what Lila said.

Lila pulled my arm even harder when she wondered what Chichi was.

A fuzzy thing is hitting my arms.

I see. ~ Do you want to introduce milk?

"My daughter has so far kept saying no to any noble lord who doesn't fit physiologically or seems retarded. There were a lot of good stories ~... perky..."

I'm saying something I don't really understand your milk.

No... I know. It's just a real escape.

If you do poorly, this old gentleman could be your stepfather (old man).

There's Deet nearby.

Lyla winked at me.

"That's why you give me your regards. Master Sage."

You should say no here kippily.

I want to go help Leah soon.

"No, even if they say hello. I'm still going to carry my wife."

"Wife belt? What are you talking about?

Lyla is circling her eyes. Couscous laughed out after a while.

Isn't that like a political marriage or a pageant?

"Also - were you listening properly?

I did freak out and didn't hear much on the way.

"Oh, I'm sorry. One more time..."

He said, "I can help you with the management know-how you've developed in your father's territory at Lord Thor's."

"Yeah?

"What is it? Are you making fun of a woman?

"No, I didn't at all."

"You may not know sage, but you're famous for rebuilding bran territory on a woman!

My father-in-law (old man), I see Viscount Blanc.

I was laughing nicely.

"It's true. I'm ashamed to say you've helped me a lot."

"Oh, really?"

"My daughter was asked for that arm to pull a lot (again) from the aristocrats. Many lords lost their necks because they failed to run their territory yesterday."

Ugh. I do get in trouble when I do.

"But he doesn't want to work under any lord just to help relatives"

"You mean at my place?

"Yes, but I was wondering if Uncle Yomi would help."

This could be a thankful offer.

Even Noela, who essentially divides up Mr. Bean and the Bandit Guild, the prestigious deputies of the Bulbrem Chamber of Commerce, may not know about territorial management, even if she is familiar with the business of the Chamber and the operation of the Guild.

Besides, Lyla would be somewhat facetious to other lords and nobles.

Look at Deet's face.

I get stunned, but I mean, "I don't have a choice."

"Oh, thank God for the story."

"Yatter!"

The old gentleman nods and is hugged by Lyla.

Her dress is like a sweater that manages a virgin with a light design and is pornographic, to say the least.

Horrible view of Deet's condition.

He seems to be patient with me before I admit it.

"And wise men. Well."

"What, what is it?

Lila looks up at me as she hugs me.

"If Yomi's management is successful, so is the story of the wise man."

"Uh, eh?

"Think slowly while you work."

The moment Lyla smiled and said that.

"Hey!

"Ouch?"

"Huh!

I got my butt twisted by the deet I had endured.