Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

"Hey Count, good morning. What do you say we only move our bodies on such a good morning? Here's one thing, me and the courtyard. Lightly play games, etc...... SHAHAHAHA!?

With a tremendously flamboyant smile, the fist to the right of Zion's full body pierces every Leppard who opened the door of Lianya's study while raising a loud voice from the morning.

Although the armor was not worn Leppard, his abs were forged to work out, and Lianya had seen his muscles cracked into spills like steel during previous battles.

Now is the time to wear clothes for once instead of dressing as if they were naked in the upper body, as they were last time, but Lianya thought it was probably because she was quite confident in her own defense that she was not equipped with the kind of torso armor.

The muscle's proud defenses are easily punched through by Zion's fists, causing damage to his gut, causing Leppard's body to collapse, nodding in the hallway in front of the study and starting to lose his voice.

In front of Zion, who looked down at Leppard with such a murderous face, he dragged down the hallway as he grabbed Leppard's foot all the way as several dog-based Beast tribe witches appeared out of nowhere with his ears slowly dripping and seemingly sorry.

It's subtly scary to have a witch dragging a rope with a collar for some reason.

"You... you've grown stronger..."

While holding and opening his fist slowly, he speaks out like Lianya was impressed by Scion, who is confirming the feel of the blow he is now making.

If Lianya had been so equipped with this much power when she first came to this world, the mercenaries involved in them at that time would have been buried in the earth as nutrients in the tempered forest without a curtain for Lianya to come out, and with the ground beef to be used for hamburgers.

But Lianya tilts her neck.

In the former world it should have been a priesthood when it came to witches, an unimaginable profession that was not very much but was good at fleshbullet warfare.

In this world, the Witches of the Beast Clan will probably silence the brave with their fists and weapons, and Theon, who dresses like it on a daily basis, will remain amateur-like and only be good at physical attacks.

I don't have to wonder if this is one of the other world corrections, but I can't help but feel that something is wrong.

Wasn't there a weaker and quieter being to say witch?

Without such a dew about Lianya's thoughts, Theon once gripped his fist all the time.

"Isn't it because Lenya teaches better?

When a few fists strike the universe like a paddle shadow boxing, you can hear the air ripping into Lianya's ear.

Whatever you think, it's not an attack launched by a princess and a namesake being.

"Extraordinarily, I don't remember teaching you?

In Lianya, they don't call the training Zion conducted mixed up with Keith and the others a teachings of battle.

"The basics have been taught... and I still think I remember Lenya naturally because I see quite a bit where she fights?

Leppard closes the door he opened and sits on his desk like when Cloire used to do when Shion approached Lotus Yama's desk.

Of course, Zion is not aware of previous exchanges between Cloire and Lianya.

But Lianya basically doesn't have a seat in the room that doesn't invite visitors, so there's nowhere to sit, and if you want to sit back somewhere, it still seems to be about on your desk naturally.

Flau, Kurtz, etc. naturally tried to sit on Lianya's lap.

In the case of Kroir, it was a rude story if it was done without the forgiveness of Lianya because she would be in a position to say Princess and Count of another country, but aside from practical rights, Zion would not be disrespected because the other person would be in a position to say Daughter of the Grand Duke and Count of his subordinates in the case of Zion.

On the top plate of the desk, Lianya spreads a piece of paper on the table as she glimpses her rather chunky butt riding sideways compared to the cloir.

On a rather fine piece of paper, the text was written in an elegant typeface, which was a single letter delivered to Lianya in the early morning.

Seeing the sender's name, Lianya exhaled deeply and filled herself with the desire to throw the letter straight into the trash, but that's how she leaves it at hand.

Lianya spread it on her desk. Besides, she peered in like Zion was interested.

"Letter?"

"Yes. Parent book from His Majesty the Emperor of the Elves, part 2."

One of them was a piece of paper I showed Cloire before, but that's a story I don't know about Scion.

Lotus Ya's retaliatory treatment of the prank planted in the letter last time by the emperor of the elves apparently could not be deciphered on the national side of the elves in the story of Cloire.

Regardless, I didn't make it so that I could decipher it, so I couldn't or couldn't, but in the sense that I couldn't absorb my intentions, Kroir used the word "indecipherable" against Lianya.

His Majesty the Emperor had no choice but to send a letter to Kroir asking him to let me know if there was anything he knew about Lianya's intentions.

In exchange for a small reward, Kroir sent a short reply to the Emperor saying, "Send me a normal letter."

As for cutting back, Lianya is impressed that he is a really good one.

I just don't get a corner over it that's much easier to understand than just explaining it as a return of interest.

"What does it say?

Theon's voice pulls back the thoughts of Lotus Ya delayed by his thoughts.

The letter from the emperor of the elves was that the contents were ordinary, but the words being spoken were in Elf.

Naturally, I can't read it to Theon at all.

Lotus Yaya wonders what it would be like to say to use elf language in a letter to be sent to a nation of people.

Since the Principality of Triden is a fairly large country that boasts the power after the Holy King in terms of national power, I guess there is no possibility to say that there are no human beings who can read Elf, but when it comes to smaller countries, etc., it is not surprising that there is a situation where there are no human beings who can read it.

In the first place, the words are not widely known either, because the elves themselves are not often seen on the continent of the human race.

Incidentally, this does not apply in Klinge where Lianya is located.

Because if you walk through the city, you will normally see an elf.

Plus if that's all the elves there are people out there trying to remember that word.

There seemed to be many such people, mainly among the merchants, and several elf-language classes had already emerged, steadily increasing the number of people who could handle elf-language.

Most of this is limited to residents, and people in the military, who are Lotus Yama's men, make up the majority of those who can't speak Elf at all.

Because there is no use for it, it seems to be the reason, but it was Lianya, who secretly has a bad idea of someone who would change her mind once she did the beautiful elf woman in line in front of them.

"That the selection of Elf's brave men has been completed. That and wanting the brave men of the people to meet the brave men of the elves. Finally, it says here that I would like to send a diplomat over for the meeting... it's just a hassle twice. I just need you to send me a proper letter from the beginning..."

The second half of the word was a story that Theon didn't know what to do, but somehow he smiles bitterly at Lotus Ya for knowing he's upset.

"Besides... why would that elf emperor send a letter to me saying this? I have to ask the Grand Duke if I can do this, so it's just going to take a lot of work."

"That's... I guess that emperor, Your Majesty, values you more than my mother"

To Sion, who says with a bitter smile, Lianya sees Sion with a face with a question mark over her head.

"What to say. For His Majesty the Emperor of the Elves, he doesn't care much about the Grand Duke of the Principality of Man."

Though I guess it's not limited to the Grand Duke, Theon says.

Basically, elves are a race that doesn't care much about other species.

There have been some stories in recent years that say more parts of us have not, but nevertheless the majority of elves still complete themselves with little interest about other races and other continents.

In such an elf, and speaking of the people that His Majesty the Emperor cares about, Theon wonders who else is there besides Lianya.

"If I say that, what am I only part 1 of that subordination?

He doesn't have that kind of awareness of the person at the time.

"I would laugh a lot if His Majesty heard that word... I'm sure"

Although it was His Majesty the Grand Duke, who was supposed to have put a ring around his neck once and for all by making Lotus Ya aristocratic, it was well understood that neither Zion nor Mairia believed the Grand Duke himself in such a story.

If you don't do it, it's probably the Grand Duke's true intention to say that I've tried to shape it just like that because it's loud around me.

If you take it to Lianya, there is almost no point in saying who you are, etc.

However, it is obvious that I have only been delivered to the Count because I have come to the idea that it seems less troublesome to have it, and if the inconvenience arises, I will throw it away lightly and electrocute it somewhere.

However, it was unexpected for the Grand Duke to say that Lianya had begun to invest capital in domestic affairs.

"If Lenya's in trouble, why don't you just send that letter straight to His Majesty and throw it round there to negotiate?

I'm not good at thinking, I'm a Scion of.

Everything that shows troublesome signs is thrown into the capital and seems to think short-circuited.

"I'm sure it's easy."

If you look from Lianya, it is that emperor, Your Majesty.

Even if I try it appropriately, I don't feel that it would be a special problem, but if the conversation is about brave people, it would be between the country and the country, so I can't say it either.

Even in the context of the order system, it is a natural course of action to leave it to the Grand Duke, and there is no doubt that it would be better to have good luck with the civilians in the capital, who have a wealth of both civilian numbers and experience, than to talk in the realm of Lianya, where the number of civil servants still does not match.

To that extent, even though we all seem to know how many elves are uninterested in other races, Lianya leans her neck wondering if there is any civilian to express her opinion to His Majesty the Emperor.

The story around there is no matter how many thoughts or answers I get because I don't know the current state of the Elf country, and Lianya started pulling out her writing instruments to write a letter to Her Majesty asking her to respond to the Elf country once she had completely shelved those thoughts.