Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

22 Feb 7450

Evening.

Als, including the Royal Army of Lomberto, which occupied the village of Tankur, went to bed after a brief dinner when they decided to shift their watch.

Near the outer circumference of the residence, a good proportion of the buildings also remain, so each one finds a suitable home and decides on a

Al and Mizchi had also broken into a house built south of their residence.

What they chose is the best building left, but with a few broken wall plates, a gap breeze also comes in.

But other than that, it remains in a decent way, including the roof.

"I didn't do much damage to the building in last month's war, but this is what the dragons did."

Al tells you to blur.

Saying, as if even searching for a home, he examines the storage space left over and sighs.

It is my behavior to think that if one of the borough cloths remained, I would be able to use it instead of straw bed sheets, although I don't feel very good.

The carriage that Mizuchi came in was also loaded with blankets, but it was laid directly on the straw bed, which would be dirty because it was a expensive substitute inside.

It is not possible to lay a bristled luxury towel outside.

"Mm-hmm... because I don't know, but the dragon came after you turned back, didn't it?

Mizuchi answered as he searched for a home, as did Al.

"That's what I'm asking... Shit, I'm busy. I guess it was a slave house."

"Then you would have fought quite a bit, and then again, the Dabus army came and fought, so isn't this it? Ah. How about this?

Mizuchi said as he removed the worn out clothes from the likeness of a straw bed that was made as well.

"Better than nothing... by the way"

"Looks like they're doing the laundry. You wore it."

The fabric is quite thin but looks like well washed clothes.

The men's and women's clothes were found worn one at a time, each with a twig.

It wouldn't even be subject to looting if it wasn't for such a fold.

The garment was spread over a straw bed and the blanket brought over it was spread.

Apparently the straw bed was used by the family, making it possible for the two of them to lie side by side.

On their faces, I got the look that this would finally allow them to take off their armor.

The first light I prepared ran out, so I set fire to something like the enclosure in the center of the room, combining heat sources.

Fuel is a building material that has been stripped from a nearby house.

"Do you want to take a shower?

"Yeah. Please"

"Can I go first? Sweaty."

"Fine."

Naked, Al put his foot in the toilet (about) where only one had been thrown out in the earth.

A place like an intersection, about a hundred meters from the house that Al and the others took over.

By its slightly open well, the killer (Slaters), excluding Al and Mizchi, had surrounded the face of black yellow balls (Black Topaz) and incinerated to broil bacon.

The only one still wearing armor is Zulu, who became the next watch duty.

They were pretty tired too, but not as good as Al, and their injuries are fully healed.

Andersen suggested to keep the interaction deeper at the same time as the leisure time until dark, and there was no reason for the killer (Slaters) side to refuse to do so.

It should be noted that the chunks of bacon are provided from the black yellow balls (Black Topaz) side of the saucepan.

"That's thin..."

Said Lar as he tried to lick the wine diluted with water and sipped it.

"I don't think I drank"

Guineh, with his eyebrows in eight letters and a concave face, also complains.

"I only brought two bottles. Don't be too extravagant."

Bell also answered with a sinister face.

The Black Yellow Ball (Black Topaz) carriage also had a wine barrel with about half of its contents left, but it was left in the village of Darbin because it was tense.

A barrel of wine and beer with its contents had also been discovered from the buildings in the residential area that had been left behind, but all of it was empty of plugs and told the story after it had been plundered.

There may be a mix of pisses and the like, and most importantly, the degeneration was a concern because it seemed to me that more than a month had elapsed since it was opened.

For this reason, everyone showed refusal to drink it, so I had to put up with the two bottles of wine I brought with me.

"Mr. Andersen, by the way. There are no Royal Army people here. It's time for me to tell you more."

Tris cuts his mouth off as he stares at the flames of the bonfire.

Though he is speaking to Andersen, his eyes stare only at the burning fire.

Those who were in Mizchi's carriage have even heard that Andersen was entrusted with the Duchess of Dasmog's obeisance until he reached the village of Tankur.

However, he has not been asked about his history or why he talks to his spouse, Mizuchi, in the same way as Al, whose title is above him.

"Hmm, did you know I was drawing His Majesty's blood?

The only two people who looked surprised at the killer (Slaters) were Lar and Guine.

They seem to have noticed right away.

Neither Tris nor Bell, nor even Zulu, are at all surprised.

I mean, they knew.

Because it's not easy to find out, I just think someone asked me and I found out.

In short, it would be unlikely that I told them anything other than Al, and that is, nothing more than what Al would tell them about a matter that Ral and Guineh cannot talk about.

I came to that, and the two cheeks swelled naturally.

"Everyone knows our members except our new girlfriend..."

Andersen began talking in the circle surrounding the burning fire, watching Nell give an interesting look while holding a wooden cup with thin wine in both hands.

"But it's not like I'm going out of my way to say it, because it's not like I'm a formal bastard. There's no point in not knowing."

And he says as he looks at the fluffy ralls with a funny look on his face.

"Well, but what are you talking about because you found out? Like I just said, I'm not a properly recognized bastard. I'm in the same position as my sisters who were born in Poco Poco recently. So officially, it doesn't do you any favors, and it doesn't mean you have a name for royalty."

The two are nodding with a bitter look on their faces.

"… so I am somewhat concerned for His Majesty's first child. Of course, there's nothing public. With that kind of fringe and a proven track record of working for His Majesty, I was given the status of Duchess and Dasmog as the first and final reward."

Andersen, smiling at the look of it, spoke quietly.

But there is not much we can talk about at this time.

The story ended in just a few minutes.

Everyone who listens to Andersen can't hide their excitement when they hear that Al will be awarded the Earl of Dressler in the not-too-distant future, or nod as deeply as they were convinced.

And when one noise subsided,

"Huh. That killer's (Slaters) brother..."

With a well cooked bacon in one hand, Barr, with his mouth on a thin cup of wine, told him to whine.

He was the face of a murderer (Slaughters) who was muddled by the call of his brother, but now he seemed to think it was no good to say anything, seeing the color of deep convincing spread on his face.

"He was kicked out of the party some years ago, wasn't he?

Meme said with an unconvincing look on his face somewhere.

Perhaps you're saying that you disguised Al as kicking him out of the party when he took in the sunlight (Sun Ray).

The atmosphere becomes a little serious around the members of the Killers (Slaters).

"I am. I was in Sakura (Primrose) then. Even if you solicited me with your leader, you turned me down... I told you I'd put everyone's body on 20% of my money."

Meme joked and said with a niggered laugh.

Laughter leaks from everywhere surrounding the burning fire.

Some of them seemed unable to hide their surprises in the first stories they heard.

"... you don't think your husband is that smart, you don't have enough brains."

Zulu groaned to throw it away, but the voice seemed to reach only Guine and Bell's ears sitting next to each other, and all they had to do was have a bitter smile on their faces.

"I don't know about that time... everyone was happy. Now I know it wasn't the same pleasure, but we all raised our toast."

Tell Rocco to miss the old days.

Look at that, a subtle look on Meme's face.

She dreamed that if it was cherry grass (Primrose) instead of sunlight (Sun Ray) that Al dived in...... more than once in the past.

Have the thoughts that I had completely forgotten these days been recalled again?

"Ha. You're glad the sunlight (Sun Ray) ended up being taken in by the killers (Slaters). We asked her out, too."

Lol tells him to mix it up, but even Andersen says, "Because my charm didn't go through. Maybe I should have sold you too, like Sakura (Primrose)," he returns, with a slightly nasty laugh.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom for a second"

One woman slipped out of the wheel.

It is a lal.

Tankur Village with sunset looming.

Ral, who quickly added use, was walking in a residence where nearly half of the buildings had been destroyed.

I wanted to congratulate Al.

There is a gentle grin on his face.

Al was able to climb another staircase of his dreams.

I wanted to say congratulations.

If you were already asleep, you had no choice.

But it's still bright outside, and the building where Al is will not be dark in the room because there's a hole in the wall.

He'll be about in the shower, and if he is, he'll be taking a lot of time to dry Mizuchi's hair.

Just one word, I'll be back as soon as I congratulate you.

I was walking with that intention.

And I got to the side of the house where Al was resting.

"... here?

"... ahhh... no"

Lar reacted with Vikri to the sound of a leak coming from inside the house and stopped walking.

- Huh? What is this voice...?

"Around here?

"Yes, there. There it is... Mmm..."

My throat snarls at the clap that swallowed my twat.

"Do you want this place?

"Mmm! There, fine..."

- What are you doing at a time like this... the dragon has been defeated, and all the enemies beside you have been wiped out... no!

"Ugh... ahhh... it feels good..."

"Yes, good. Then..."

Signs of people moving gossip come from inside the house.

I found my body stiff by accident.

But I can't leave this place even though I don't think I should hear it.

On the contrary, he kneels softly to kill the signs and approaches the walls of the house with his slippery feet.

"I always think your... weird shape"

"And you can't help it, you were born... Amen"

Ral's eyes only show the walls and the ground of the house.

"... where would you like it?

"Mmm...... oh, there. Right there."

- I have a bad taste... but... hey, I'm interested.

"Hmm? Right here?

"Yeah. More..."

Finally successfully mounted on the wall.

I even feel like it's been hours, but it won't be a big time.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah... you can make it strong"

And I felt someone approaching me, and burst away from the wall.

"Lar, what are you doing? Isn't this Mr. Al's place?

It's Guinness.

They saw something I didn't want to be seen!

I felt my face lit up.

"Hmm... this much?

"Ahhh... no no..."

Guine keeps approaching.

Lar can't get his hands on the ground and keep his face up while he drips.

Having made his gaze go back and forth several times between such a lal and the house, Guine hoists only one side of his cheek as he pulls it.

- Oh, that's the thing...

When I sighed gently, I said, "Mr. Al!" He called out to the house.

Hearing that, Lar makes sure to jump up and when he stands up, he shakes his head between the house and Guine over and over again.

"Is that Guine? Hey, what's up?

Shortly after the mess sounded, Al, wearing a brand-new armor that he seemed to be replacing his bedtime clothes, turned up.

"Um, we're all drinking a little, but I was wondering if Al and the others were still awake. There's only wine in the water."

Guine says without precipitation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm just about to go to bed. I'm tired of boulders today..."

"No, I just came to give you a shout. Why? Good night, then."

"Mm-hmm. Good night. And Larfa."

"Uh-huh. Good night. Ah..."

"Hmm?"

"Ah. Uh. You're gonna be the Earl of Dressler? Congratulations."

"Oh. It'll be next year but hopefully it goes well...... Andersen told you that?

"Yeah."

"Is that all you've heard?

"Huh? Yeah."

"Hehe. Right. Well, no. Look forward to it. Bye."

That said, Al pulled into the back.

On his way home, Lar spoke to Guineh.

"Oh, you know..."

Guine turned to her face as she nibbled at the naughty way she spoke.

"Hmm?"

"Hey, don't you ask me what you were doing? Aren't you gonna tell me?

"You'll see. You were listening, weren't you? But I don't like it."

"Ugh, yeah......"

I knew everything about the long-time Guinee.

Lar doesn't have experience with men and women yet.

Therefore, no distinction could be drawn between the voice of good deeds and a voice similar thereto.

- It's funny, so I'm not gonna tell you. Where?

That's what I almost thought, Guine, but I changed my mind when I saw the side of the concave lal.

"I'll tell you because you seem to be mistaken, Mr. Al. Come on, you came out right after I called you, didn't you?

"Huh? Yeah."

"I wonder how long it takes to get dressed?

"... what's that?

"Think for yourself a little bit."

Around that time, Al and his house.

"Ahhh, that's good... ugh! You're a big man. This!

Mizuchi was fucking laughing as he stuck the earwax out of Al's right ear in front of him.

- There's no way I wouldn't notice.

That night.

I should have slept with Mizuchi, but I was in a bright white space.

Is that it?