Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Lydia-Fam-Fatal, 36.

current Grand Duke of the Principality of Triden and mother of two children.

He has lost his husband to a demonic crusade in the woods about five years ago, and is now a widow.

No plans to remarry.

This is what Lianya is hearing from Meyria, the mother of Zion and Meyria, and the information of Grand Duke Fatal, the greatest power in the Principality of Triden.

I can say that there is very little information.

Of course, Meilia is a real daughter, so if you ask, it would have been possible to hear details from her favorite foods to her disliked foods, from her hobby to the color of her underwear, but she is not interested in Lianya herself in the first place.

He was a kind of person who didn't want to be involved as much as he could, but what he couldn't say was that war, and if Lianya tries to speak out for this war, it really becomes necessary to say no to the Grand Duke.

There were some proposals to appropriately inform and get involved, but that leaves me unclear where this war falls this time around.

For once, even the brave ones from the Holy King's side took the word that we would end this case with the brave men's rampage, so we need to proceed along the way.

Once he flew back to the city of Kuklika, Lianya picked up Kroir and Emil there and tried to get to Triden, the capital, but Frau asked him to take a moment to return to his home.

So I was waiting for Lianya, a set of armor that Frau asked me to give over a while ago.

I bowled it at the front door when Lianya went home, but what I usually say about armor is something that I would store separately in parts, or put on something like a simple table and leave it there, but Lianya bowled it together, it doesn't look like it was put on some table, and it is independent in a proper way in people's form.

"Master, Frau can't take part in the war. But Frau also wants to help the master. That's why I want you to take this."

Next to Frau, who said as he looked up at Lianya, he lowered his head smoothly without even making the sound of his armor creeping.

Driven by interest as to whether there was anything inside, Lianya holds her head up and hands on the clasp on the torso part of the armor that has become upright again.

Originally it was an armor made to fill the rear squirrel inside.

It was very easy to remove it because it was not thought about putting it on and off, and it was just made of the thought of simply removing the lid and you could see the contents and throw the rear squirrel in there.

After confirming that there is no appearance of Frau stopping, remove the clasp and the torso armor will open as if it were to open the door.

You can see inside now, inside the torso armor that Lianya peeked softly at.

It was like the contents of a cloir skirt, but only the black space was wide open.

Lianya, who has been staring at that space for a while, eventually closes her torso armor softly and restarts it as it was.

"... Frau,. What's this?"

"I made it for my master."

"No, I said I made this... from what?

"It's from the armor the master gave me."

"What's in it...?

Don't tell me.

Flau said so to make it slightly easier, but even though the words themselves and the tricks are cute, I just can't appreciate the fact that I saw what the words actually point to first.

In a semi-laughter state, to Lianya, who has an indescribable face, Flau began to forcefully theorize how useful the armor was.

"It won't destroy you with a little or a little damage on top of being able to move around for extended periods of time on an insomniac break! And the more enemies you defeat, the stronger you become!

"Are you going to grow this...?

"Not growing up... er... taking it in and getting bigger?

On the other hand, the function of that armored soldier, which I somehow guessed, was a substitute for Lianya to think it might be interesting, I don't think if the producer explained it in a mixed questioning manner.

"Is behavior autonomous? Are you listening to me, this?

"You only listen to me and the master. It's usually autonomous. I'm setting the order first!

The question remains as to why Flau, who is supposed to be a fairy, can make something like this.

Remains, but I feel asking about it is tantamount to the act of unlocking doors that should not be kind of opened. Lotus Ya.

I can use it for now and convince myself that if the danger is not on me, that would be fine.

"Master, there is absolutely no war. Besides, the master is fine. But if something happens to Sister Zion or Sister Rhona, I'm in trouble.... I want you to be careful."

"Right. Let's be careful. Thanks."

Lianya nodded as she stroked at Frau's head looking up at Lianya with slightly moistened eyes.

No matter how powerful it is, anything that says a person in a blow that passes by chance dies easily.

It was a hairless Lianya who meant to be proud, but I sometimes say it without knowing it.

If you're careful, Lianya laughed and showed Flau to reassure her.

Incidentally, Lianya hadn't noticed at that point that there were exactly two people, Cloire, who looked at the situation with envy, and Emil, who looked at her funny, and later Emil made fun of her and blushed as much as she wanted.

That's about it, he was amazed at the emergence of armor and distracted by the worried Frau.

Anyway, grabbing Emil, who comes to tear, and the root of a cloire with a jealous look on his face, throws him on the back of an emerald dragon and he crosses that back himself.

I wondered what was wrong with the armor, but when I stuck to the dragon's leg before Lianya told me anything, I stopped moving.

"Can you fly this...?

< No problem...... just a little leg armor...... I just need you to get away >

He doesn't feel very good from the dragon.

I figured I should have listened properly to the identity of the bright black stuff stuck in that contents, Lotus Yan, but as if I spared time waiting for such a Lotus Yan idea, the dragon wings and flies from Kuklika all the way to Triden, the capital.

Arriving in the capital Triden, Lotus Mita was ahead here, rendezvous with Sion, Rhona and Meyria.

Already in Triden, the building of defense facilities to counter the looming coalition has begun, trenches and simple arrow barns have been dug and built all over the city, and many traps have begun to be set outside the outer walls surrounding the city.

The inhabitants of the city were followed by guarded soldiers, and the only people who had begun to alienate and remained in the city were citizens who really had the necessary role and those who refused to alienate.

Running through a street that would have been busy if it had been normal, Lotus Mita heads to the castle where the Grand Duke leads Meyria.

It was only Meyria and Zion, the daughters of the Grand Duke, who were in the lead, and there was absolutely nothing the soldiers could do to stop them.

Even in the castle of the Grand Duke, the gate opens only by ordering it to open, and the soldiers of the guard meet and give way only by seeing the faces of Zion and Meyria.

"Wow, Lenya. It's a facial pass."

"It's stranger to be able to stop you, rather by leading those two"

Lotus Mita chases the two of them further and further behind the castle.

Those two knocked slightly more reluctantly when they stopped in front of the door of a certain one room.

"It's Meyria. May I come in?

"Go ahead."

What I heard from inside the room was a woman's voice that seemed to have been extended somewhere.

It's over the door and sounds slightly creepy, but I think Lianya has a pretty young voice.

After confirming that permission has been granted, Meyria opens the door and enters.

Following Zion, who followed it inside, there awaited an incredible sight as Lianya entered the room.

"Huh... this is..."

It's a killer landscape in the room.

The stone walls are uneven, and there is little like conditioning.

There is only one window open, from which the light of day is plugged in, and just one rectangular table is placed in the center of the room.

There was one woman sitting on the seat.

Hair and eyes are black, just like my daughters.

The woman, whose long dark hair is not disturbed by a single muscle, just naturally flushes to her back, has a mild temper compared to Scion and Meyria.

Instead, it might be more accurate to say that I am somewhere tron than to describe it as serene.

Are you wearing a silver chest armor because of the onset of battle?

Underneath it is the same seemingly dazzling and roadworthy jacket as Theon.

Much like Scion's gear, I was sure, but what's very different.

"No way... I didn't know anyone existed above Rhona..."

Based on Lianya's aesthetic, I thought it was too much to determine that Lorna's size was beautiful.

When it gets more than that, I'm pretty sure it's just a huge deviation from the defensive range anyway, whether you're saying it's realistic or disgusting, or just saying it looks like a monster.

I'm not saying it's good if it's big.

However, the brunette woman, now sitting on the upper seat with a strange look, had something that had exceeded Lorna's size by more than a turn.

You're supposed to think it's too big, but for some reason, Lianya can't recognize it as too big.

I do think it's big.

But I don't think it's too big.

It could be described as a volume out of common sense, miraculously founded on a terrible exquisite balance.

"Oh, uh... Lenya? I'd like to ask for an explanation as to where my mother is looking at cancer..."

"No, Theon, you'll see when you see it. If you're a man, your eyes will nail it... No, there are some poor attributes and no attributes these days, so it's decided that you're not interested in that one."

"Perhaps... Perhaps, Mr. Theon's mother... never come to the land of the elves"

Fearless croils.

With that said, Lianya reminds me of how those reformists will be.

From their perspective, it would not have been an exaggeration to say that the sight now in front of Lianya was a treasure.

"Meilia, what are you talking about?"

"Uh... what shall I say?"

Meliá desperately thinks about what she answered while being pointed at, sloppily sweating and distracting, but there is no way she can get an answer.

The Grand Duke, with his index finger on his jaw, pounded one hand after much thought as he watched Meyria continue to defy his gaze.

"Oh, okay. You're talking about your breasts. You're big. You're so much bigger than Lorna."

Laughing very innocently, the main body shakes with its vibrations as the Grand Duke slaps his chest with a punch from above the silver breast.

The silver heartbeat is about to fly.

"Or Mother..."

"Something like this... you have a different image"

Lotus Yaya shares her thoughts as she sees Meilia wandering around telling her straight.

I can't imagine what the Grand Duke looks like in front of me from the two people who say Sion and Meilia to Lianya.

"It's not always like this."

Blur and Zion give Lianya ears.

"There's just a big difference between Grand Duke mode and normal mode."

"This is normal mode?

"No, this is... mother mode... it's been a long time since I've seen you"

It's good to be on standby right now, Theon says.

Thanks to this, the Grand Duke is also light but armed.

"If I didn't have that breast patch, I'd be relieved."

"... why?

"My mother has a... hugging habit."

Scion that makes it very difficult to say.

Speaking of which, Lianya recalls that Zion had such a crush as well.

"Um... try to get grumpy with volume. I may be comfortable in heaven... but I will definitely choke"

"Oh... it's about time you had a hugging habit... do you have Meyria too?

To the abrupt gesture of the story from Lianya, the answer was not from Meyria, who let her body wave frighteningly, but from the mouth of the Grand Duke, still sitting in the upper seat.

"May, you have a hugging habit and a thumb shaking habit."

"Mother!?

Meyria panics about the unexpected exposure from the Grand Duke.

But there was no way to physically block the Grand Duke's mouth, and while he was biting his teeth about what was going on, the Grand Duke's exposed story continued.

"It's something that shakes my thumb a lot, so it's gone - if I threaten it, Mae will cry a lot -"

"Ya meh - Mother!? How many years ago? Stop steaming back -!?

"Do you want to take it easy for a while? You'll stop when you get a story."

The Grand Duke continues to expose Meliá, blushing and desperately protesting, without trying to tackle her with a smile and a laugh.

Lianya, who decided that was totally amusing of Meilia's reaction, sat in her chair saying that she seemed to have nothing but to wait until the Grand Duke was tired of messing with Meilia for now.