Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

March 13, 7450.

"Okay. But if you're asking me to reconsider what I declined once, I have a condition…"

I said if I were to reconsider marrying Noirula and Yorille, I would swallow the terms below.

One, to make it fair, I'll put it back on the blank once about marrying Michaels.

For one thing, Noirula, Yorile and Mimile, look at the arms of the fight against demons. The place is the labyrinth of Balduk. How can each of the three have up to nine members and come back with an Auga Demon Crystal stone within two weeks? However, if more than one person returns within two weeks, they will marry everyone who has returned. Spousal ranking is time battle.

"If you are still a new Earl, I thought that territorial appeasement and development were paramount and that it was too early for ministers such as marrying a second and subsequent wife from time to time… But if you can defeat the Auga, you can also contain demonic damage in your territory, and when things happen, it is appropriate for you to lead the guerrilla squad. In addition, if that many people can look around the territory, it will also lead to improved security. It's still early, but you're welcome to prove that you can help in that respect."

I finished talking quietly, listening to the terms and looking at the nosy Neurola and Reface faces.

They can also see that they already know what kind of place Balduk's labyrinth is on the boulder and where a demon named Auga is.

"Well, within two weeks? You've got a lot of time... hmm? Then what happened?

There was just one person who wasn't familiar with Balduk's labyrinth.

That's right, I won't say anything else, okay?

"Your Majesty, the conditions under which His Excellency has now been said…"

"Oh, too..."

Well, you're pretty weak.

Well, it's not enough to go to the three layers. What is it?

Honestly, I told you, even I think it's impossible.

"Are you tough? I hear that the adventurers who enter the Labyrinth of Balduk can stay in for a week, sometimes more than a hundred days, but that's because they're hunting for treasure? Wouldn't it take much longer if we just knocked out the orga without even looking at the extras? Sure, they say they're powerful enemies, but I hear that even the Knights of the Region have beaten the Auga from time to time, right?

The king says a little strangely.

Auga is only a monster on seven levels.

I can see you're losing it.

Well, it's information that's not important or anything to any other than labyrinth adventurers.

There are other things to think about and remember, because they are like mountains, so you will not remember them at all.

It's an orga that is flattered by the greatness of the First Majesty, but they don't say it's limited to seven layers.

"When this condition becomes strict... you're in trouble. I think almost all of my men would be able to do so, so considering the possibility of directing them as well later..."

The role of leader doesn't have to excel in personal combat skills, but even here it feels natural.

Anyway, I'm from an adventurer, and that's my value, but it's a lead.

"Hmm. Surely even the Knights need to be the strongest..."

Oh, you know very well.

Well, that word I said to Value at the beginning of my assignment had become quite famous inside and outside the Knights at the time.

There's no wonder you know.

You seem to have reinforced what I said just a little bit.

"But Your Majesty. O, what is Auga......"

"Seven layers is very..."

They are turning bright blue.

Well, it's close to telling me to either die or give up.

"Can't I have an orga? Then why don't we do something good with the Cave Great Bore or the Quad Hand Ape Demon Stone?"

I say it all the time with such a face that I have no choice.

"My lord, it...!

"It's not much different!

Er, you put one more layer aside.

This is pretty big, huh?

Aside from that, the king seems to have noticed that I am impossibly challenged too.

It's time to cut it up around here.

"Large demons like Staglino and Lamia also live all over the Dart Plains. We need that much power to deal with these demons. Otherwise, it's dangerous and the demons are exorcised..."

I said to the two people who distort their faces with regret, sending a slightly poisonous gaze of chi.

"But, um. My wife only involves two or three battle slaves, and instead of seven layers, she can go to the next eight layers..."

If you're literally going to shoot my wife's seat, I get the impression that this degree is natural.

I need to just cut it off before the story comes out about what's wrong with Michaels who aren't here.

"Hmmm..."

The king is roaring with his arms as if something were wrong.

What the hell are you thinking? It's not a hit, but it's an attack before you get your thoughts together.

"Your Majesty, you are so hard to think about. The minister understands what His Majesty thinks..."

"Mm?"

"My subjects are also sons of men, so eventually the lights of life will run out. We want inheritance. Later."

"Right! Then...!

My words not only brightened the king, but also the faces of the two ladies, I felt.

"If it is to be accompanied by His Majesty's blood, it is also a great joy for His Highness."

"Uhm!"

"But things have something called order, something called sequence. The First Lady of the Lordship is only one Mizzerit later and earlier. Therefore, we have decided that the child that was born will be the heir."

"But Dark..."

"Yes, Mizzerit is a dark elf."

I know what you're trying to say.

"Sometimes children don't live there. At that time..."

That would happen.

But sometimes even the same race can't have children for various reasons.

"That's right! Think for then and the rest......!

You, I was just thinking about it.

No, you remembered what you were thinking from the beginning?

"Thank you very much for your concern. I have never thanked you for that concern, but I swear to God..."

The king looks somewhere horny.

"Even though Mizuchi is a dark elf, it's not like she'll ever have a child."

It's the king. You remember that too, don't you?

"... right..."

The king replied with a slightly bitter face.

Apparently you remembered.

"That being said, the minister is also a nobleman with territory. It's not like I'm just betting on what I want."

"Uhm."

"Nor can we ignore the inheritance inherited from parents to children, such as physical abilities. In that regard, Mizzerit is smart, and he's top notch as an adventurer. On top of that, he was also an elder of the Kingdom of Lyle… a minister. I consider myself an impeccable woman as my minister's wife."

"Right..."

The king seems to have something in mind.

For the most part, it would be about the big scratches on Mizuchi's face or the thin pale purple skin that is supposedly pretty ugly as a dark elf.

Did you think he was a pretty maniac about me?

Kidding aside, maybe you think I'm the kind of guy who chooses his wife after considering physical inheritance or something.

Or did you recall Mizuchi's status as the "elder of the kingdom of Lyle”, to which he appealed once again subtly?

Whatever, but then you can do whatever you want because there's nothing wrong with that.

It's not that I want to be friends with this old man, or that I want people to understand me without mistake.

"For that reason, I just think that women who will soon be minister's wives need a lot of strength, anyway, first of all. Therefore, I do not intend to marry anyone who so far has no proven track record of demonic exorcism, military command, administration or justice, simply because they draw His Majesty's blood."

There's another story last night about the fact that you said you were going to marry Michaels among the three of us.

I heard that was a condition for me to take all the northern half of the Dart Plains as my territory and to be marquised as Marquis.

Words are bad, but don't even say you just had no choice for birth.

Let me tell you before you get stuck.

"As His Majesty knows, our territory needs a lot of money and time to develop from now on. Anyway, if it's just one of you (one), you can't afford to marry two or three. Especially if, as I said earlier, you're more than capable, you're welcome to raise your hands."

Naturally, but I'm not necessarily brilliant because I draw the king's blood as a common son.

That, some years ago, the king would know better than to have a son who himself had committed death.

Okay, no pushing here.

Never before have I been conscious of erasing my expression as much as I could.

"And if you're not like that, you won't match my sister or my nephew."

The point is a declaration that if you're alone, you'll have no choice but to divide and marry, but there's no reason to marry unless you're more than the right person.

If you're not going to choose it for Neurola or Yorile or just for the exterior of your skull, I'm working on it. It's not like I'm going to marry you for just an appeal.

But that being said, it is true that she is the king's blood-drawing daughter.

In addition to that blood muscle, it is good enough as a hostage if it is brilliant, visible and adorable.

In short, the first reason I chose Mimile wasn't just because Andersen actually recommended it to me.

Mimileage is the bottom of what is recognized as a common child, so I've also considered the possibility that the principle of youngest child cuteness applies.

If it's worth or likely to be a hostage, it wouldn't be a bad choice to just marry it on the shape and let it be samurai on the side.

I don't know if I'm going to have a baby.

Well, as an insurance policy that assumed the worst, it was necessary to have a spouse who could have children.

That was so, I saw the king's face the moment I heard my words and was convinced.

This king (the old man) still looks like his youngest was cute.

Maybe that's why I burned the two of them up there again.

Would it also be a lie to say that Associate Baron Forcain's sudden illness?

Even though I said that I would return Michele to blank once on the condition of rethinking my marriage, it is also significant that I was not dissatisfied with the matter.

Well, there are younger stepchildren born by Her Royal Highness than her, so it's not entirely fitting, but of the officially recognized bastards, it's true that she's the youngest.

Then, Mimile's eyes are green and her hair blue.

Once upon a time, I heard from Andersen that it fits with the characteristic of the bastard that he is most adored.

Especially since even the king (the old man) could have spotted these thoughts and acted like he made me think so.

Aside from whether the youngest of the commoners, she was the most adorable, I was only interested in whether that seemed likely as far as I could not know the true meaning of the king (the old man).

Though Andersen's advice is the biggest reason, if you consider someone who seems to have a high value as a hostage, Michaels is winning only marginally.

Anyway, there is something in the words Yorile said before that she never even met with the king until she was about eighteen or nineteen years old.

I don't know how Neurola and Mimile were on the matter.

But when I asked Andersen at the time, "Who is the most spoiled of the three," he said without hesitation the characteristics of Mimile.

Now that Mimael has met with the king, was the idea that he was therefore the cutest too leap forward?

Anyway, that's fine.

Whatever the truth was, I couldn't help it because I didn't have any other criteria.

"... heh. He wants to stink. You, an old woman, and you're not hot to say that in front of yourself, are you?

Let it go.

Besides, can I say "you" or something in public?

Oh, my daughter and I are the only ones here.

If you're gonna admit I'm your stepson, you're only in there, okay?

"But the desperation to loosen my collar somehow, to fight it even slightly without being taken as a pledge, and the sincerity to think about the territory and where I'm going"

The king says with a slight breakdown of rapport.

"It has to be. Whoever leaves the south guard."

That's what he said, nodding many times on his own, the king looked at his two daughters.

"You guys, give up around here now."

The two people who heard the words nodded with a slightly discouraged look on their faces.

"Take it off a little until I call you...... oh, I'll get the rest for you"

The two courtiers left the room on an iterative basis, and left together whether the king would go to drool, even in piss.

I'm the only one left in the room.

... What is this situation?

The king came back less than a minute later, even though he thought so.

Now it was accompanied by mimileage.

"We're out of time, my lord."

Michelle greeted me with a happy conversation.

There is no other word to return that is unnatural to me.

Anyway, if you made me give up Noirula and Yorile, because the conditions I mentioned earlier once again went back to blank paper, and Mimile therefore went back to being my bridesmaid candidate.

It should be noted that the sudden illness of Associate Baron Forcaine seems to be true, and he was politely apologized for not being here.

Because of this, illness is apparently a gout attack.

You won't be able to move that.

"Mimile. Next year, not only will this Greed now possess the realm of the Earls of the League, but also the tri-count realms of Lancel, Dressler and Ellers, who will be duking to the Marquis"

Mimile was surprised to see the words literally round her eyes.

"Well! Congratulations, my lord!

I send small salutations.

"Your Majesty. What kind of manners do you have this time?

With an exciting look on his face, Michaels asked the King the handle I would have raised.

"We exorcised the dragons that appeared on the Dart Plains and fell three Dabus villages"

The king replies with a faint grin.

"It's...! That's a tough move!

Mimile says happily as she does about me.

Well, objectively, there's no question that it's a big deal, but this look probably tells me that I gave a colorful reply about her proposal last night or this morning.

Especially since Neurula and Yoriele, who are not parties, said they knew about it and stuffed it, naturally.

"No, big... well, naturally, that was a lot of hard work"

When I say it's not a big deal, I rush to say it again because it means that the territory or even the Duke, which is the reward for the handle, is not a big deal.

Quite the contrary, I struggled quite a bit, and with that I put a heavy burden on my men.

This was where their share should be proud, too.

In the meantime, we talked about dragon extermination, the occupation of the village of Dabus, and the expansion of the territory.

When the story was free, the king changed the atmosphere and expression.

And turn to Mimile.

"Anyway, Count Riegle's territory will expand considerably and its position will also become more important. Michelle, you will marry someone so dear to our country. Let's keep that in mind, shall we?

The king spoke to his daughter at a stiffer pace than ever before.

"Of course, Your Majesty. I intend to understand my position very well."

My daughter also sensibly perceived that the atmosphere of the venue had changed.

And the king, who turned his gaze back on me again, had made his expression stern.

"It's Gried. That's very clever."

I know I didn't ask for a reply or anything.

I only send small courtesies.

"Enough man to entrust the Dart Plains..."

……

"That's right. That's why. Neurola, Yorile, and this Mimile, they're all my daughters. I wish my daughter happiness as a parent."

……

"We know you're still immature as a soldier. As an adventurer, you still have strength."

Did you understand that on the boulder...

"I did, but I found out how demanding it was for my wife. I guess that's why it was a condition for rethinking. So I won't ask you to reconsider. Never speak again."

The king said with his hands on his lap, staring firmly into my eyes.

"Michele, please. You're right. Stay down, please."

And when I put my hands on the table, I carefully lowered my head.

I was a little stunned by the boulder about you bowing your head to me.

Michelle put her hands on her mouth, and her eyes were getting thin and tears.

Well, I was originally talking about having to marry someone, and I was choosing Mimile for that, and that's fine because I don't seem to have to bother going to Balduk.

"Keep your head up, Your Majesty. Because I'm the one who gets your precious daughter."

I also bow my head in the momentum of pulling my forehead to the table.

And we talked about the time of the lord and the time of the wedding.

In doing so, it will be the subject of how to rule for the time being over the three expanding Earl Territories.

The native lords naturally remain the same, but some do not.

As for the basic line, it will be left to the deputy who is now seconded for the moment.

But it's not like you'll stay with them forever.

I'll have to change my neck eventually.

But it was before I heard this story.

I haven't even been able to discuss it fully with Mizuchi since then by smashing flying lizards, killing tons of monsters, and going to occupy the village of Dabus.

It would be natural that the proposal and others have not yet been wrapped up in busyness.

"There it is. Why don't you have a hostage worthy of your sister or nephew?

What are you suddenly talking about, this guy?