Ohanabatake no Maousama

My friend, "Well, much more than that, he asked me. I'll guide you to the best part of this village." It seems good, with a slight smile on the edge of the lips.

Adelia involuntarily sighed at the intriguing manner of his teacher, Kudels. At the same time, I try to dig deep into my mind and listen so close that I forget to breathe.

That's because she once failed. Yes, it was a bitter experience that he failed to take the reins of Prince Sancudo and was robbed of her as Seresa.

She once believed that royalty was painful and natural due to its greatness, and that it was necessary to give up breathing and entertainment like ordinary people. Because she was always trying to do that, and she could do it. Even worse, I thought it was natural for others.

But where it came from, ordinary humans needed something like a breather, and sometimes needed to be free from the spells of their position. Even worse, Prince Sangkud is a dog that can not be put up with objectively, and inevitably suffers severe pain if he tries to fit it into a mold suitable for the king. And Adelia was bitten half by eight by a dog who could not stand the pain.

Well, in that sense, Prince Sangkud would have a point. A person in his position cannot easily walk outside, and it is valuable to be able to release him from his shackles. Even better, such as the one who did it exactly in one word, like Kouders, earlier, must be a miracle rather than valuable.

By the way, it is Miss Seresa's way in comparison to that. If you release a dog that has not been disciplined from the collar, you may be in a good mood, but it is natural for you to scatter your excrement at your own discretion and step into a place you do not know. Since the person who released the dog is also a child, it is inevitable that collection will no longer be possible.

At the end of the day, what Adelia could do was take the throne right from Sancudo and lock her up in a spacious, unobtrusive place like a dog coat. .

――Well, it's useless to notice it now ... No, rather we have to do well this time. Looking at the side with a glance while thinking so, the dartene peeks in just as if what happened.

"What happened, Adelia?" "Nothing. I was just thinking about dogs." "... Dog?" Even that kind of gesture is adorable nowadays.

Indeed, if the Afghan Hound is unreliable, despite being selfish and clunky, is this a kind of golden retriever but a yancha? Some people may have a preference, but if he chooses to choose one, Adelia today will choose him who will stay with him without hesitation. --Because I seemed to be much more lonely than I thought.

When she was thinking about that, Kudels and the guest had begun to move outside.

"Oh, don't do it. You have to follow it soon." "... Is the remaining document okay?" "Yes, I'll do this." Adelia picks up half of the document on her desk. Take it and place it naturally on the Gunnard desk.

"Hey, hey, Miss! Wait a minute! Don't ask any questions !?" Then she heard Gannard's protest from right to left, and she slipped out of the entrance with Darten's hand.

"But they're so terribly familiar, those two people." "That's true. Have you ever only exchanged letters?" Looks even like a friend. And they walked around the village, talking about this, and stopped at a certain place.

"Hmm? What's that?" It's near the village entrance. It is time to pass by the adventurers who have returned from the dungeon. The cover of the large truck they were carrying turned over the wind, and the contents came into the eyes of the guest, which contained crops that they had never seen.

"Ah, that's the fruit of beer." "... I didn't know it, but was beer born from a tree?" Apparently he has finally noticed something strange in this village.

"No, that's not a common thing! It's a special kind of thing that's only available in this village," says Kuders, boasting a bit of patience while looking back at the adventurers returning home.

"Even in the dungeon where the Crown Prince lives, only the entrance is profitable. Since they are adventurers who have gathered together, they have to work with them. People gather, people get more work, and villages become towns. "" Your way is really political. "

Even when dealing with the same economy, merchants and politicians have very different ways of doing things, but Kudels's way of doing things was politics.

The biggest difference is whether to focus on employment or profitability. That's because if you just want to make money, it's just that Kuders has to grow, harvest, and sell it yourself.

It is not a merchant's way of thinking about calling it an adventurer's job and trying to expand and stabilize employment.

"It's like each other, and it's a matter of course given the environment we grew up in. Well, by the way, it's not the only thing about sake." Kudels invited guests to the narrow field path of the village, We took you to a place where tall plants such as pampas grass grow.

"This area has a fairly temperate climate. If you have enough water, you can grow this kind of thing." "This is ... no way !?" Although it is a plant, as soon as you see it, the face of the guest turns into a startle.

"Your name is sugarcane. But there are six types of sugarcane. This is another type of sugarcane called bamboo sugar that is different from those that grow in the tropics." Sugar cane, also known as Wasanbon in Japan, is made from this type of sugar cane.

The cultivation takes a tremendous amount of time, and it is a difficult thing to reduce to about 40% of the original material when it becomes sugar. However, it is a raw material of high-grade sugar for the upper class, with the taste and value to match it.

"I'm trying to make half of this sugarcane into sugar and the other half into rum," says Kuders, who took out a bottle from nowhere. There is no label. It is still only a prototype.

Kuders pulled it off with a finger, drank a sip of poison, and presented it to the guest. When the guest receives it, they start drinking directly from the bottle, similar to Kudels.

"Huh, this is good." After being surprised by an unexpectedly strong alcoholic spirit, the guest smiled and drank the rest.

"Is such a bad way of drinking bad for me?" "I'm in a good mood, so don't tell me the details. It's a taste I like very much." Return a smile.

"It's like your favorite, but it still has a lot of problems. I don't have enough technicians to make it. I can still do anything now ... "In other words, do you need people to make this after you're gone?"

Adelia, who was listening to the conversation behind her, trembles. Because, the meaning of the word of the visitor ... Kuders will disappear from this village after the reconstruction. Because Kudels is coming to help rebuild the area and will have to return after work. Yes, unlike Adelia, who would be the representative of the land.

She finally noticed such a definite future. No, I knew, but he was unconsciously looking away.

Then ... what do you do? It is natural that they will be separated from Kudels and remain in this village. But someone whispers somewhere in his heart. There is an option to throw everything out and get a new job with Kudels.

Adelia was a little trembling with unexpected temptations and cruel future options.