Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

March 13, 7450.

Why don't you have a hostage worthy of Miloo or Martz, huh?

I was conscious that the faceless mask that I had consciously maintained had peeled off.

Frankly, it might be just as good to say that unexpected has been taken lightly by the words of a good place.

That said, I don't think I had a second to unwittingly distort my face.

Because as soon as I understood the King's words, I immediately pinned them.

At the same time, I can feel that I have developed a slight feeling of anger.

That's right.

Because I could read the king's belly.

Anyway, earlier this king (old man) said to Noirula and Yorille, "Now give up."

If you return the back, you can also describe it as "now there is a way to go even if you give up".

Well, you can read even in Azure, but this king (the old man) is going to send Neurola and Yorile to me this time too, who have been put on my sleeve.

As hostages.

And I also understood what I felt angry about.

I think this is sympathy for both of them.

It's just an imagination because I don't have any busy information, but those two, including Michaels in front of me, have been telling the King for years, "Marry the Grid at all costs, because any of you are good," and would have been forced to contend for my wife's seat in a competitive manner.

I'm not particularly angry at myself, except that they ignored my will.

Especially since I'm sure it doesn't matter what my intentions are, I wasn't so angry either.

Because this level of cultural civilization can be taken for granted.

Instead, an exchanger who doesn't try to fit a collar into someone in a position like me can even be described as incompetent, so he says, "Hmm, it won't be in vain anyway, but good luck and give me a good stimulus at best. Still, you ignored me for a while, but I can say that you can't ignore me at last," and I was even slightly happy.

And time passed, and the wife race was settled.

She (Mi Miles), who became the winner, would not have done anything more than the other two in particular, but in the end it was my youngest daughter Mi Miles who I chose.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

But I'm the one who chooses it, whether it's Conne or not, so there's nothing wrong with it, as long as it's suitable for my glasses.

I'm a little sorry for the two left over, but I just have to ask them to find a new goal by becoming the Knights to which each belongs so that their previous efforts don't go to waste.

That ends it all.

That's what this was all about.

Are you going to reuse that as a hostage for two sisters who have fallen out of the race, as if they were going to kick a corpse?

Besides, before my half-sister, the one who lost the race, married me... yes, before I was applying to marry myself, I would be offered as a hostage.

Under me, offered as a hostage, there won't be anything disabling about my life, but I can show off the person (or me) who lost the battle and the person (or me) as a couple.

I can't understand the cause of my loss, and I'm not even allowed to find a new life goal, I'm just allowed to spend a lot of time.

I guess I'll only be able to do enough to bet on the minimal possibility that my mind might move again by having more time to make contact than I've ever had before.

But as far as I'm concerned, I don't have anything to talk to the hostages about, so I just need to make sure they're safe, so I probably won't see them in person.

Too miserable.

This is not much of anything.

For the exchangers of this era, it may be true if they say that the child is only a strategic pawn, but it would be the responsibility of the parents to think of a slightly different use for him.

Even Japanese warlords don't know any examples of this.

Terrible story.

Totally terrible story.

"What does that mean?

Even unintentionally, my voice contains hard ingredients.

I realized that my expression had moved.

"Don't look so scared."

Seeing me like that, the king stood up with his shoulders clasped.

Me and Mimile's gaze follows the king's face.

While taking their gaze, the king slowly opened the door to the room, creating a floating atmosphere that ate people, and just said, "Excuse me, but wait a minute," and left.

"Um..."

Mimile called out to see if it was just me and the two of us who stiffened the atmosphere and were left alone and unsettled.

I answer by turning my gaze.

"What the hell did His Majesty...?

Judging by the tone and expression of her voice, she didn't seem to know anything about the hostages' stories.

"I'm only offering a hostage to you... now what?"

I can't even say that it would be two sisters who lost to her by a boulder.

"Besides me, is that..."

It's the expression and voice of discouragement.

"Well, that sounds like it..."

But besides me, huh?

I just told the boulder that I understand my position very well.

And then, as for the little play where the king bowed his head to me, after understanding it, did you dare to hoard your tears?

It looked like tears had accumulated quite naturally then.

Should we just revalue Michaels a little bit?

And, at that time, the door to the room opened without a knock.

Of course it was the king who first showed his face.

"I'm sorry for sitting in the middle so many times. Get in."

The person who came into the room prompted by the king was not, as expected, Neurula and Yorile......

The left minister of the Dog Nation (Dogwer), the Duke of Basbourne on the Interior Letter and his parents had a vast territory, and as an Interior Letter he was the Count of Thurm of the Pu Nation (Hume), a female jewel wielding a spicy arm in the administration of Heaven.

"This is to His Excellency the Duke of Basbourne, Count Thurm... we are out of time"

I look at the two truly unexpected faces and, surprised, I get up and send greetings.

The two ministers congratulate the model on the dragon exorcism and the fall of three villages in the Dart Plains, but remain standing in front of the door.

Neither me nor Michaels, suddenly lines don't come out of the blue.

When the king nodded at those two, they even opened the door.

What showed up was to a dogward man and boy who had never even seen his face, and Hume's grandfather and girl who had never seen this one either.

"This is my eldest son, Radit, and grandson Carlisle."

said the Duke of Basbourne.

This is my father, Geezus, and my niece, Belinda.

Count Thurm also said. What, huh? What's my father, the former Duke of Zahm? You're from the realm?

And the grandson of the Duke of Basbourne? Count Thurm's niece?

No way......?

That was no way.

"Carl always seemed to admire His Excellency's fame... just a little bit, so I hope you can mentor him directly"

Says the Duke of Basbourne's son with a slightly stiff grin.

"Please put it aside. Please!

Carlisle, who looks like an expert, also folds his torso to ninety degrees and bows his head.

I looked at the tail bouncing on that clap and remembered Engela why even though it was different to her gender on top of not resembling her at all.

"It's an honor to meet you first, my lord. My name is Geezus Zahm and I rule the Romain region. She says she always takes care of her daughter..."

The former Duke of Zahm has a soft grin, but his eyes are not laughing.

Speaking of which, this duke had sent his son, who had also replaced me at my taxi ceremony, and he was absent in person.

Although it can be taken for granted that he is already retired from the Duke position, it is normal for his predecessor to attend as well, unless he is also a Duke or ill.

"It happened to be a good time to be climbing the King's Capital, my lord. My father is usually reluctant to leave the mansion..."

The former Duke changed his complexion to Count Thurm's words and said, "This, you. No, I wanted to attend the Countess ceremony, but the sickness..." or something.

All I can think of is a smile.

"Belinda always seemed to admire His Excellency too...... I would be happy to have your guidance here too"

The father and daughter of the Zahm family, a great nobleman among the great nobles, all bow their heads.

"Please leave me beside you, my lord."

Belinda said politely as she squeezed up the edge of her skirt with both hands.

In short, the Duke of Basbourne has taken you, Carlisle Basbourne, his eldest son, or his immediate grandson, and Count Thurm has also offered me Belinda Thurm, his immediate eldest son in this house, as a hostage.

Carlisle Basbourne is eleven years old.

Belinda Zahm is twelve years old on one.

It's unlikely he's a shadow fighter because he's been forced to check his status half way through, and he sees gaps and makes appraisals in doing so.

In the trace of the Basbourne family, which, as prime minister, is at the heart of national politics, the largest nobleman in the country except the royal family, the Zahm family?

As a hostage... enough... is it?

"There's another one. Let me introduce you."

With me elsewhere saying nothing, the king opened the door again and urged a new person to enter the room.

Noirula and Yorile are not the only ones who came in... they are the people of old knowledge.

He is the second son of the King, His Highness William Lomberto, Duke of Rondor.

And he's a boy who won't stand beside him or go old.

"My lord. We're out of time. This is my oldest son, Duncan. Say hello to His Excellency, Duncan."

His Highness commanded his son to greet me.

"Oh, um... it's Duncan Lomberto IV. Go ahead."

Check and appraise the status while touching the back of the offered right hand.

Is it because the decree is only four years old that I get the impression of being tongueless?

Of course, he doesn't seem like a shadow warrior.

I feared that they would imitate me as a hostage and let the assassin kill me and hold me accountable for my administration, but this is worrying about boulders.

"Duncan is eighth as a successor to the throne. I want you to work out under it."

Now it's time for my eyes to be black and white. The king says to me.

"Ha... that... I'm a young man with many places to go yet..."

I'll fix it this way and keep my head down.

But what the hell kind of blow is this?

The Duke of Basbourne, the Duke of Thurm, and the grandson of the King's direct line.

There can't be a coincidence.

Naturally, it was set up.

And that means…….

I see.

Is that what you mean?

Over here since last night, the court has been tempted...

It seems that the former Duke of Zahm has also left the territory for quite some time.

"However, Your Majesty. To His Majesty and both Dukes as well as His Majesty..."

"As I said earlier, he's as innocent as ever."

That's not right.

"But to me..."

But I can't get anything out of a boulder before all this rash on my face...

Well, it's true that I can't get anything out of it, so there's no excerpt or shit.

"It's Gried. Don't say anything more. Besides, those who are here now know that. Ugh?"

Your Highness and the Dukes, and reply as if the Count were to summon to the King's inquiry.

They understand that they are unwilling (or unable) to offer me anything more than a sister and nephew.

Is this a sign of trust or a offering to fear?

Well, fine.

My Baron will be at the same time as next February, when the three counts of Lancel, Dressler, and Ellers will be at the Baron ceremony.

The wedding with Mimile took place within and outside the month of being delayed, and another month or so later, the hostages were to be kept.

Will there be a grudge against me not only from the royal family, but also from the Dukes of Basbourne and Thurm?

But it's very disrespectful, and I can't refuse to say no.

I just want to give it back after appropriately keeping it for about a year or two because it has no deadline, but that doesn't make me sneaky to be told that I bought my misfortune or anything.

I'm going to have to break this off because it's a clutter in the world, too.

It should be noted that just before I left the room, I said, "Speaking of which... a few years ago, a Balducky manufacturing machine was stolen from the factory of the Chamber of Commerce I run, but it still remains unsolved, and it doesn't even have the killer's eye-catcher. As a minister, I am worried about the security of the King's capital," he abandoned.

I expected any reaction from the King (the old man) or others, but nothing in particular, and in a plain manner, he said, "Hmm, I will order the Third Knights to conduct a thoughtful investigation".

"This is..."

"Hmmm......"

Loyal slave heads and two, pinching tables and roaring at each other's foreheads.

When I showed my face to the Chamber of Commerce last night, Reynolds told me that a new ramen shop had opened this month, so I left the Royal Castle and came quickly.

The price is 800Z a cup a little cheaper than my ramen shop, but without the depth of the soup, the utensils are not very good.

Only the noodles are quite good, but saying dead copies was also an outrageous substitute.

The Japanese ramen shop run by a local guy who ate around Thailand or the Philippines in his lifetime would still be better, which is terrible.

Now the store is pretty crowded, and some guys look delicious and eat it, okay?

Another new ramen shop will open at the end of this month, according to leaks.

"Are we going to be okay with this?

"The taste level is out of step. You'll be fine."

More ramen shops isn't a bad thing.

Of course, it is difficult to say that it is a good thing because it is also a commercial enemy, but the incisive commercial enemy is welcome as it also leads to an improvement in the quality of service.

But I don't know about this......

Bastral guy, I hope I'm not being chronic......

Because Bastral says he's been taking combat slaves into the labyrinth since yesterday morning, and he hasn't seen them yet.

It should be noted that some of the other guys diving with him have come out lately in addition to the battle slaves, so his socialization seems to be expanding considerably.

Kathy and I are going to see each other from now on, but I kind of try to get home without seeing Bastral even though she came to the corner king's capital.

Shall we take a peek at our ramen shop?

When I think about it, it's more crowded than the store just now, and the lines are formed.

He put his face out the back door and tried to make me and Zulu make a cup at a time.

"With that said, Chairman. Recently, someone designated the hardness of the noodles again."

To the point where his eyes were hidden, Terry said, wrapped a towel deep around his head and came with a small chair and table.

"Ah?"

Listening to the story, the guest is a threesome of one man and two women, all three of whom have dark hair and dark eyes, and each of whom specifies the hardness of the noodles, and now Bastral is going to the labyrinth with them.

"So you're an adventurer?

"Seems so"

"What's your name?

"Sorry, I didn't ask for your name."

"You were supposed to go back tomorrow, weren't you?

"Yep. Tomorrow evening if it's on schedule..."

"Ok...... zu! That tastes good..."

"Yeah, the stock seaweed, they made a good one."

They were negotiating with producers about the quality of kelp or some kind of seaweed.

"And Mr. Surge was also trying a new one..."

"New?"

When I hear you talk about it, it's like using thicker noodles for a tonkotsu soup that's thicker than it is now, and even saying "tonkotsu mixed buckwheat" where you squeeze and stir the lemon and eat it.

Bastral didn't seem to be chronic.