Next Life

Marius decided to go see the territory he had been given.

It was only about half a month ago that Marius was granted countenance, and we have yet to meet with the deputies who actually run the territory and their subordinate clerks.

I never imagined the title would rise and the territory would increase in less than half a month.

He thought that priority should be given to demon kings and demons, and the king acknowledged it.

But it's just not a good idea to have more territory and more work for your people before you meet them.

Originally, a nobleman with a territory must have a domicile in the territory and perform his duties as a lord.

A deputy is a position where a lord keeps his absence when he enters the royal palace.

At least that's how it's positioned in fillato.

Exceptions were made to everything, however, and Marius could not be expected to be a lord, and it was assumed that he should remain in the king's capital.

However, since some of them can only be decided by the lord, I also received a letter to the effect that it was time for me to show my face once.

There was some advice from Emma, and the only way to get there was to do the flow.

Burra and Catherine, who were intrigued, were repelled in preparation for an "event for goodwill".

"Why are you...?

So it was surprising that Rovisa and Emma followed.

Remica's following me because she's a dedicated samurai, okay.

There were events such as Eina whispering and encouraging "Remica firmly," Burra looking up to heaven, and Catherine increasing her daily positive fist thrust, to the extent that Marius was unaware of it.

"To learn about aristocratic territory management."

Rovisa said, as usual, without showing any emotion.

Marius gives up returning "you can't possibly not know" with that attitude.

Remica was nervous by the time she was pathetic.

Marius took control of the royal palace people trying to get the carriage out and asked if anyone had ever been to their destination.

And shortly afterwards I realized the stupidity.

The "Land of the Marquis of Touban" was quite vast, and there were many who lived and had passed through in the royal palace.

Read and remember memories of places close to your destination so you don't find out.

There was something that could be activated if the conditions were met, even if the operator didn't necessarily know about metastasis magic.

"It's magic to move anywhere someone's been."

I was surprised at the sudden change of scenery. That's what I explained to Remica, but not really.

It is a combination of psychometry and metastatic magic.

Rovisa and Emma figured out what Marius did, but they didn't say anything to Remica.

There was a difference in good information.

Regardless of whether you intend to make Remica your real wife or not, Rovisa has advised you that if you don't, it's better for Remica.

There was no one in the royal palace to blame for Marius' common sense distant way of traveling.

There were differences in the way the king gave an odd look, Rovisa frowned, Emma sighed, Falk looked like he swallowed bitter objects, and Burra sparkled her eyes,

"Time is important."

I could not outright deny Marius' opinion that

I would certainly have appreciated it if Marius had done all sorts of things.

It was a much more luxurious building than the Mansion of the King's Capital that Marius and the others arrived in the rare sight of the human beings of the land.

It's a rare example of a home being more qualitative, but I'll shelf it for now.

To the abrupt visit of her husband and princess, the gatekeeper who did it rushed into the building.

Eventually, deputy Gasso Robert, who appeared, was an old man and honest but uncharacteristic man.

He threw warm but harsh words at a line that came unexpectedly by bizarre means.

"The idea of taking care of time is splendid, but please don't imitate that those who should be the norm of people ignore regular procedures"

Seriously, Marius apologized with a strange face.

Rovisa and the others also make a look that the bats look bad.

Gasso sighed lightly when he saw such a togetherness.

"I will not entertain you during my duties. Forgive me."

Marius had the impression of being a "stubborn father" to Gasso, who went back to work without recommending a drink or chair.

He was too honest and seemed to rebel, but he preferred the way he tried to perform his duties to his employers and princesses.

Most importantly, the surrounding people didn't have the courage to keep the marquis or princess unattended, and in less than a minute's time, a small servant came and told the reception room that he had prepared tea and sweets.

Rovisa, Emma and Remica tried to move without any doubt, but Marius was distracted.

It seems to behave like a privileged person.

Whatever the surroundings may think, Marius intends to prepare a carriage and your guests and save them the hassle of staying on the road.

I mean, I never wanted to be prestigious by turning a blind eye to power.

But to "stubborn fathers" who treat themselves as if they weren't in front of us, that's not necessarily passed on, and I feel very repulsed.

Regardless of the further superior Rovisa, he was rebelled by the one he was supposed to ask, who was nothing more than a rising aristocrat, and he was not sure he could do well in the future.

"No, I'll wait here"

Excellent people have the idea of saying thank you to the monarchs of a country.

Nothing, Marius isn't aware of it from day to day, but I felt I should treat the man in front of me that way.

Gasso slowed down the processing speed for a moment and looked at Marius, but quickly returned to his original speed.

It was Rovisa and the others who were surprised.

The feeling of waiting for those above to finish their work is unknown to them.

Between those who are close to each other, they can never be the nobles they have just met and their men, etc.

Marius unintentionally overturns that common sense.

Emma gently stopped Rovisa, who nearly opened her mouth to say something.

Emma was an informant, but she knows about a man named Gasso.

He was strong enough to be solicited by the royal palace, but refused to serve his former master because of his natural seriousness.

And when his substitute young master neglected his seriousness and lost his job, he was invited to the job of deputizing for Count Tuban, to which he responded.

He is the owner of stubbornness to the point of stupidity, which weighs more on carrying out the duties assigned to him than on the glory and glory of the royal family.

Count Tuban has become Marquis, and more work will not spill stupidity, and he has done his part without great difficulty.

Because she's such a person, she won't have any good feelings for Marius or Rovisa and the others right now, Emma predicts.

I've brought in multiple young women in insane ways, a growing aristocrat.

It would be very natural for Gasso, who only knows about Marius with information, to interpret it that way, and I can't blame him for his unexpected emotions.

Given that Gasso is a person who wishes his husband time who doesn't care, it was a really bad development.

Not the best in the country when it comes to clerical capacity, but it's probably the most trustworthy opponent for Marius, who will often remain away from the territory in the future.

That's why I just want to fix the relationship here.

Emma whispered that way to Rovisa, who also nodded.

Gasso is not a man who doesn't know things, even if he's stubborn, so you'll notice a misunderstanding if you know someone named Marius.

"Then let's wait here for the concubine too. We can't just let Master Marius stand."

Emma expected Rovisa to say this, and she knew she wouldn't ask if she did, so she nodded and gave her approval, adding a few more words.

"Yes, I did. I'll wait, too."

When this happened, Remica also had to wait. I could do the air and let her try to strengthen it without putting it on her face even though she wanted to cry.

"I'll wait, too. Instead of Marius and Rovisa, you can't rest."

As a result, the four guests stood and watched Gasso's work unfold, but it did not last long.

Whether the four pairs of glances were annoying, whether they thought it was just bad to leave the young women standing, or not thick enough nerves to keep the princess and the nobles together, they recommended waiting in the reception room anyway.

Marius and the others obeyed without turning back.

You don't have to do anything more than think you've succeeded in changing Gasso's impression.

I would just downgrade my rating again where I was being mean.

The reception room was quite large, but the interior and the conditioning were qualities.

As I can tell you in Gasso's work room, it doesn't seem like it has anything to do with luxury anyway.

I didn't have to ask if it reflected the character of the deputy.

After sipping a cup of tea and taking a breath, one man came in after he called out "excuse me" to knock on the door.

In his thirties or so, this was another guy who looked serious.

"I worship the honorable face of the princess and the marquis, and I know it with great pleasure."

The man who came in from a tough greeting named Sail and told him he was Gasso's son and one of the butlers.

Emma made sure the information in her brain matched the characteristics of the man in front of her and nodded to Marius to show it.

Marius threw his first voice as a new employer.

"I'm sorry, but I don't like being tough. Anyway, I'm a builder."

Sayle bowed her head without moving her expression against Marius, who takes such an attitude as speaking only of facts without humiliation.

I will do well, he said.

It seemed easier to stick with him than his father.

"In the meantime, I'd like a brief report on the territory."

That's what Marius told me, and Sayle started explaining it without looking at anything.

The Marquis Touban family owns three things, Pillings, Faluna and Respeca, each with a thriving agriculture.

If you change your language, you will not produce anything else, a land classified as rural.

Sources of income are dominated by crops, toll taxes and open-air merchant location fees, as well as seasonal festival tourists.

It can be said that Fillato has benefited from the boom in trade in the big countries as well.

Marius was impressed to see Sail speak even without having to grasp it or make an effort to remember it.

The clerical method was a very fresh shock because it had a glistening image of paperwork.

Rovisa and the others are listening with a natural face, and the butler probably can all do this much.

(otherworldly, half-hearted)

One more thing, it was Marius, who was in a culture shock.

Sayle moved her brow gently as Marius thanked her for finishing the explanation.

It seemed surprising that the nobles would be thanked.

"A man of honor is not thankful to the civilian population. It's a compliment, because it's the habit of our country."

Marius was good at Rovisa's explanation.

Although it seemed most difficult to distinguish between "thank you" and "praise" in this world.

When Marius made a difficult look, Sayle opened her mouth.

"Dear Marius von Touban,"

Severe and full of awe.

"You are a hero to the civilian population and a star of hope"

Slow, hard to listen words.

"How dare you be aware? I am the ultimate in transcendence, but I sincerely beg you."

Sail says so and crawls and squats.

The sincere thoughts put into the words, not the words, echoed Marius' heart.

"Mm-hmm. Let's say, let's carve it in our hearts. In the name of Marius von Touban."

I tried to have the toughest possible tone.

That's what I intuited would lead me to respond to Sail.

This was the first time Marius had spoken of the title of "Von" himself, and it was an historic day.

Incidentally, it also became the subject of the first nobility in history, accompanied by an inspection of the princess of a country who should have been welcomed as her husband.

"Then"

Sayle adds.

"Until now, we have only maintained the status quo. We can't make new developments or investments without your orders."

Copy that.

Marius hadn't thought about it in depth yet at this time.