Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

January 15, 7450.

"So, the only thing left is Garhe, right?

Staring at the flames of the burning fire, he asked Ralpha.

"Hmm? Oh, a test site. There's more beige left."

Ralpha also answers without looking at me.

"Oh well. Beige wasn't there yet."

The precinct is progressing at a considerably faster pace than originally thought.

"Mmm..."

If we just leave the two villages to Gal and Beige, if we break up with the Ralphas around Weed when we return, we'll be done by the end of the month and the change will come.

After that, we'll take a short break to Ralpha and Guineh, and at the end of next month or next month we'll likely be okay with throwing them into the Knights.

'... hey'

Apart from the inspection site, the construction of the carriage railway is also progressing well.

Between Beglitz and Weed there are more than fifty kilometers, but we've added more construction teams since the end of the year, and we plan to add another one next month, so May...... No, it may open during April.

"Hey, Al?

Hmm, then don't make a lot of progress.

Even the construction team will be able to get to a total of five during the summer at the latest if we go at this rate, so no matter how difficult it is to open up in the Dart Plains......

"Eh?"

"Ooh, ooh. Bad. I was just thinking. What? '

"Think about it."

Ralpha seemed to be turning her face towards me, but she looked a little swollen and looked back at the bonfire again.

If you don't mind.

I spreaded my fantasy wings again when I came to the fire with a new firewood.

……

If you're working on a railway line, the problem is the baking ball engine.

The output is about 1000cc of total exhaust, and the horsepower will be as high as 10, but that's enough for railroads.

Because railway vehicles have an overwhelmingly low coefficient of friction compared to regular carriages, they can carry a dozen tons of luggage at about 20 km/h.

Famous story is, after the war, the D51 steam locomotive (Degoichi), which was running on Hokkaido, was running with a truck loaded with coal that went up to 1300T with an output less than 1300hp.

One truck, not even nine meters long, was loaded with around 25 t of coal, so the number of trucks exceeds 50 preferably.

The truck itself also weighed about 15 t, so the total weight being towed was over 2000 t.

Still, he said he was able to get about 60 km/h on a flat ground.

You're familiar with that, aren't you? Well, it was Hokkaido who was first assigned as a self-defense officer.

The executive self-defense officer desperately remembered that he would need to be somewhat familiar with the history of his place.

There is also the idea of turning it into a ship's engine like a pom-pom ship if we want more efficiency.

but in order to do so, we have to investigate the river bottom flowing through the territory without hesitation.

I had to do a massive stripping (shiatsu) on the day I found something shallow, so if I did poorly, the construction couldn't be put into the option more than it could take a lot longer than a carriage railroad.

That fuel, by the way, but this time I got seven barrels in a barrel of wine.

Since the capacity of a barrel is roughly about 220 litres, there would be at least 1400 litres or more.

Well, it's a barrel of wood, so even assuming there's no leakage, it's that one because if you're storing it for about six months, it'll evaporate or decrease by about 15%.

Considering the "angel's portion" lost by evaporation, should we consider that it can only be used a little over 1000 litres?

The amount of kerosene, heavy oil, light oil and petrol that can be used as fuel for the baking egg engine from here is about 80% of the total, but in our case, it is amateur distillation, so I think its efficiency will drop even further, and it will be about 60.5%.

And, then, can about two-thirds of the total crude oil be used as fuel oil?

It would be something like 700 liters this time.

Well, just like Naphtha, I guess it's about 500 liters, considering turning the gasoline over to the ingredients in the flame bottle.

A single test requires about three times the amount of exhaust, but if you fail, you'll hardly use fuel, so you can fail hundreds of times...

For a while, I'll try to get Thor to see hell.

……

For a while, only the sound of pussy and firewood exploding dominated the area.

Even though it's a warm region, it cools to the boulders late at night this time of year.

That's when I feel hot tea warms my body from the core.

"Hey, how long have you been thinking?

Ralpha said in a slurred voice looking sideways at me.

'Say something...'

When I looked him in the eye, he shyly slipped away from me.

"What the hell?

What does this guy suddenly say?

'Cause... I was just talking...'

"If you've been thinking..."

I thought you said that.

"You..."

Ralpha told him to squeal in a frightened voice.

No, you could certainly have heard it from me, couldn't you?

But why shouldn't I imitate how I'm in the mood?

'All right, all right. I'm sorry I ignored you. So, what is it?

"Enough."

Ahhh.

No, if you don't mind.

Ralpha turned to the side with a puff.

……

……

"Hey."

'Hmm?'

Did you finally feel like talking to me?

"Me, you've been thinking..."

Ralpha talks potatoes as she stares at the burning fire.

'... what?

It's a real hassle, but I'll hammer you.

"Me, it's gonna be 22 next month, right?

"Oh."

Neither do I.

……

……

You wanted a present, too?

Yeah, hey, I didn't do any presents last year or anything.

But I'm not a kid anymore...

"Belle and Tris are also married... you're an adult"

'... oh'

"Ah, you too......"

'Oh......'

What are you talking about?

"Oh, me too, you're stuck with me from Xenom."

"Right."

That's a good year.

Even Xenom would feel safer if you just got married and had a kid.

Huh?

"Oh? Right! You, are you getting married?

Right or right. Oh, I'm so sorry!

I'm sorry I sometimes siccato to tell such an important story.

"Why does that happen?

Is that it?

'You're not? Did he introduce you?

Think of Xenom as much as you like.

"I wasn't introduced."

Then what the hell...

"Uh, well... I don't know if there's a good person somewhere..."

"Oh, you know what?"

I guess you mean introduce me, this is...

"Well, there's nothing wrong with anyone, of course."

'Yeah. Right. You don't like Fae like me or Tris. "

It will be difficult for children to make it.

But a handful of friends, if that also becomes the marriage welcome by the Firefrid family, number two in my territory, I can't help but speak up too.

That's also the world of nobility.

Given that, it makes perfect sense that Ralpha should talk to me first to find someone to marry.

You're growing up right, and so is this guy.

My eyes got a little noisy.

'Well... yes. The same common people are the worst. "

"That's right."

Naturally, it doesn't matter if you skip watching us side by side married between different races or something.

"Besides, I'm closer to my age..."

"Yeah, yeah."

Marriage in patterns with large age differences is not uncommon, but it would be ideal to be closer if asked which.

"Oh, yeah."

I suddenly remembered. It's important.

"What?

"Will my husband be adopted by Xenom as my son-in-law as Ralpha gets married? Or are you just going to be a spouse?

I have to check this.

If you are going to be adopted by your son-in-law and have the right to inherit the governor of the Firefrid family, it may be difficult for your eldest son to have the right to inherit the governor of your current house.

It would be more convenient to be the next child or later.

But in the West Dirt nowadays, the Baron family is the only Firefrid family, and I don't have to hold them much around?

"... my son-in-law's adopted son... is difficult, is it?

Ralpha says as she softly peeps at me.

Maybe they say, "That's resistant," because if you try Zenom, you have to welcome someone you don't know very well as your son.

It's not necessarily that men have to inherit the housekeeper in the Kingdom of Romberto, and it's not uncommon for a female housekeeper.

'Right. Will you be the next parent of the Firefrid family? That would be nice.'

'Huh? Ugh, yeah. But you can let the born child inherit it it, even if I don't...'

Oh. Well, yeah.

If it were a child born to Ralpha, Zenom would have no resistance either.

"If that's okay, don't spread their options."

Speaking of polar theories, it's okay for Ralpha to dowry against someone who's not noble.

If only Xenom could adopt a child born between them.

That said, it's a little bit to say that the Firefrid family's housekeeper of inheritance, currently the only Baron's house, will marry someone who's not even aristocratic.

It's hard to accept as a lord, isn't it?

But......

"Oh, yeah?

'By the way, is there someone else in your mind who's also deciding?

"Huh? No, you're not!

'Right. But marriage is important. I think I should be the person I like if I could.'

There is no need for a political marriage in the Firefrid family today.

It would still be more convincing to be the person you chose, even if you became unfriendly later, if you liked each other and liked them.

I can't get a divorce if Ralpha's going to stay aristocratic.

"Yeah......"

'Well, but it is. If you still don't have someone, don't you have to hurry? Even my sister was married when I was 24 years old. If you're an oath, it's too late, but if you're a nobleman, it's not uncommon to pull up to 30. "

"I don't like 30."

"Oh, yeah."

Older births are all the more risky.

'And, ah, they have to be nobles...'

"Well, maybe it's your position."

'Ugh, yeah. It has to be a solid aristocrat.'

Has this guy really started breaking my heart about the fate of the Firefrid family, too?

It makes me kind of happy.

"Speaking of nobles, when you were going around the precinct, were there any good people?

Some village chief's second son or something.

"... idiot"

I was told with a slight and unpleasant eye.

'Oh, I wasn't going out to play, and I'm too busy to get to know you! I'm here, yes, because if I'm late for my wife, it's your fault for letting me do the unscrupulous work! I'm going to bed!'

Shit.

I've thought about it all the time, but give it up now.

You're not a bad guy to look at, and you're a good guy with good roots, but you don't care about me.

... you'd better be the one who thinks only of you at all times.

January 1, 7450

The village of Garhe.

"Your head. Which way?"

As Tris was ordering the slave-headed building sign to put lunches and other wraps in his horse saddlebags, a slave just past spoke to him.

The slave's name is Jingal.

He is currently engaged in combat training in the morning and opening farmland in the afternoon as Tris' semi-combat slave.

Looks like he's headed to a vacant village for combat training now, and he's got a training wooden spear.

Jingal is a formerly small-headed Pu (Hume) man in Doran's criminal group Dawn, but he still calls that Dawn leader "head" in the background that Tris gave it down and got it for each organization.

Tris hated being called that, and many times before, he told me to call him "The Shape," but the old “Dawn” guys didn't fix it as one until they reached a young child.

Saying the same thing over and over again was annoying and disgusting, so I left it there.

"Mmm... it's my usual meeting. Back in the evening. You should train well, too, right?

When Tris replied, he put a sturdy looking leather bag shaped like a golf bag on his horse.

"Hey. then this is me..."

Jingal walked out as he lowered his head gently.

Waiting for the bell to come out, which solidified itself in leather armor, as did Tris and Bill Sign, the three rode on horses and left the mansion.

Jer and Meath have joined it before going out of the village.

They leave the village about once a month, sewing between patrols, archaeology, and agricultural work supervisors to say it's a meeting.

The destination is a few kilometres north of the village to Ghar.

The first time Tris and Bell came to the land on assignment was around the halfway point between the villages of Gaal, Beige, Midora and Rad.

When we discovered a properly opened place around it, we used earthly magic to create a confined structure with one side blocked at a maximum height of three meters, a width of four meters and a depth of about ten meters.

The surface of the structure is covered with grass, etc., and camouflage is also applied, which is quite laborious.

In short, they built a range.

And I left it there for a while afterwards, but after months I made sure it never came up on the subject of the Lomberto army stationed in each village.

There were reports that the sound of a pistol fired from Al at the mouth of last autumn in the Castle of Côte d 'Ivoire was no longer heard even at midnight when it was 500 m away, and at about a kilometer or two when it was fired outside the Castle.

If this is Courtzil Castle, which has a sweet revolver gun seal in the pharmacy and little to no sound blocking around it, it was thought that firing a semi-automatic rifle in the woods would not be a big deal.

Well, if it is a firing from within a structure like a pipe with a depth of as much as 10 m as a shooting range, it is believed that it can hardly be heard if it is 200 m apart from the direction of the opening.

Initially, he was cautiously cautious and handed out Vince, Hiss, Carm, Kim, Rocco, Lorrick, Sanno, Lutz and others around to see how far they could hear.

Vince and Hiss also accompanied patrols over and over again, fully grasping about patrol courses and schedules, as this area is the patrol area of the Fourth Knights of the Kingdom stationed in the village of Midora.

And in total, three times in the last few months, we have been scheduling joint shooting drills.

The pack used what was initially given to it by Al, but now only gunpowder had been sent, and Tris and Bell had created the pack.