Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

March 24, 7450.

We left the village of Tomarg early in the morning and arrived at Keel at exactly noon.

Through the familiar streets, through the administrative government and the square that spreads before it, which somehow feels nostalgic.

He then headed to the Vince Pavilion, where the Gried clan is accommodated.

I've just decided on the accommodation for the clan, but I don't think my brother would disagree.

No, I wouldn't bother to say that.

This is how tradition is made... I can't believe it.

Asking the innkeeper the lad had several empty rooms, but they were all a little short of staying.

I have no choice, the slaves seem to have to make it another inn.

There's nothing I can do about it because I didn't have an appointment in advance, but I feel bad about it.

Ask the kid about the inn where he can take care of the horse, then give Ruby some silver coins, and four of the battle slaves ordered him to stay there.

When you get dressed quickly in the top room of 20,000 Z a night, you walk for the Marquis of Webdos mansion accompanied by only two dressed Claw and Marie as well.

The officials will be here in a few days.

For this reason, I am aware that perhaps the Marquis himself is not at home.

At this hour, I think it's the administration, or else we're just having lunch at the diner by the side.

It would be nice to go to the administration in grandeur if it were a project like that involving the operation of the Marquis de Webdos, but this time the subject is "I want someone to be noble or send someone who can be noble or become a squire (let me immigrate)" and it has nothing to do with the operation of the Marquis.

Of course, there is no direct relationship, just an indirect relationship, but it is.

My offer to a senior nobleman who should be worried about the post of nobleman or his associates is considered welcome.

That's why I don't want to talk to you in the administration, which isn't something you know where your ears are.

If we can talk at the mansion, it won't tell anyone about what we're talking about.

And after the story has been wrapped up, the Marquis can argue to the officials, the Knights, and also the Lords under his command that he "called the Earl of the League to sell talent".

It's not up to me to know if I'll actually do that.

But as far as I'm concerned, I just want to make sure the Marquis has a lot of options.

At the gate of the mansion you can see a guardian or a squire standing with a spear.

"Is that the face you found out about?

I asked Claw and Marie, but they both shook their heads.

I guess they are the ones who have been recruited since they left the Knights of Webdos.

Then you'd be a squire, not a knight.

Just as I parked my legs in front of the Mansion gate, the guard squire rushed over to see who was done.

The language was polite as it seemed to see us wearing pretty good clothes, but there was an atmosphere that seemed to be cautious because all three of us were raising our swords to our hips.

Just for a moment, I wish I had listened to Claw or Marie and sent either of them as a touch ahead of time. Regret brings my head.

But this is fine.

I'm still the Count and the Marquis.

This time I am in a position to ask the other side to bow my head, albeit formally.

I saw it directly to His Majesty the King at the end of last year and in the report on the results of the dragon exodus, but it is the same reason that I did not need to touch it.

I am not in a position to insist on sending a touch of greatness and preparing for your hospitality.

Most importantly, the Marquis is my brother's righteous grandfather.

Taste it. I took the Marquis Webdos plate that my sister-in-law Shani gave me out of her nostalgia and offered it to the guardian.

Claw and Marie stand diagonally behind me.

By the way, the squire has turned a frigid, stinky eye the moment he saw the Marquis plate offered.

If it's just a scratch, it's still a little bent.

No, I tried so hard to get it back, too, didn't I?

But I couldn't get it back completely.

... Is it impossible to turn a frigid gaze?

"My name is Alain Gried, Count of the League, and I rule the West Dirt. I wish the Marquis Webdos all the way over our territory."

When you receive the plate, you say, "Please check it out" and point the right hand armor at the target.

The squires look at each other more surprised by the fact that they named themselves Counts than my status.

Look at that. That's polite.

I waited patiently for three seconds, and he looked at my status safely.

"Your Excellency the Marquis will be busy, and I have come to acknowledge (have done) what I want to talk to you about, so I would like to give you this first. May I take care of your mansion's family order or the butler?

When I said that, one of my squire flew to the mansion.

Coming home in no time with one old man.

Once again, when I name him,

"I ask that you give this letter to His Excellency the Marquis. We are staying at the Vince Pavilion throughout the city, so if you give us instructions about the dates tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, we will ask you the date, time and location you specify."

So I took a letter from the briefcase I had in my hand that I had summarized the main points in advance and gave it away.

I really wanted to say as much as "sorry for the sudden visit," but when I did, I didn't tease the Marquis to say it would also prove that he didn't know I was coming.

Some Knights squire.

I bowed my head to the fact that the man had received the letter and said back, "Well then..."

Keep it up with Claw and Marie. I'll take a vacation till a glass tomorrow.

The two broke up as soon as they said they were going to Marie's home, Binsyle's.

Tomorrow he says he will show his face to the Webdos Knights of the Ancient Nest.

Speaking of me, when I went straight back to the inn because I had nothing to do in particular, I took the officials and the battle slaves out for dinner, and then I went to the Webdos Chamber of Commerce to show my face.

The Webdos Chamber of Commerce received an unexpected welcome for the visit of the president of the Green Chamber of Commerce, who unexpectedly devoured his time.

Even for me, they've taken care of me, and I can't get in the way because I'm currently taking care of my parents and my parents.

I also had a lot of difficulty turning down the invitation to dinner, which is entertainment.

And now, the city of Keel is at dusk.

Each of the officials and the battle slaves will do their best because I'm telling them to eat their dinner properly.

Claw and Marie should be eating at the Vinsyle's, too.

But I still had something left to do.

Yes. Jabba's shop, play in Litton... how good are the servants?

Before we leave, we're going to deliver Jabba the letter he asked us to do with the momentum of the dungeon.

To be honest, I also wanted to take a look at the entertainment of the Webdos Chamber of Commerce, but I guess it's called impoverishment to say how unsettling a sex is if you don't make good on your promise.

Some carriage is approaching from the end of the street where I walk.

It's going to be sundown soon. Thank you.

Come on, if you turn that corner to the left, you should see Litton on your left hand a little further...

Built slightly off the surface street of Keel, the building has not looked particularly different since it was seen some years ago.

I remember how I felt the first time I saw this litton.

... There was such a country whorehouse habit and an extraordinarily good woman.

It's like adding Sophie Marceau and Brooke Seals and riding herself.

That beauty wasn't a pointy elf with lots of lean shapes and ears if you tried it on me at the time.

It would have been a very short time, but I got bogged down watching the whorehouse on the corner approaching dusk.

The people on the road don't care about me like that.

And that's when the woman walking in from the front got into my eyes.

Oh, is that!?

No way... that woman was from that time!?

Years have passed since then.

I don't know exactly, but she looked twenty at the time or a little below that.

I would have just said late twenties now.

There is some difficulty in starting to stand, but at the same time, the circle seems to be getting more ripe.

Gokuri and his throat rang and he realized his lower abdomen started to muzzle.

and the woman turned between Ritton and the building next door to it.

Well, wasn't it?

While I dropped my shoulder, I also thought that there was no way a high-end store employee from Litton would come in through the front door.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yes, now......

No one has seen it now.

I don't even know him.

There's no way a whorehouse would divulge information about a customer...

It's the finest place around here.

Furthermore, it is unlikely that the store will be infected (depressed) with the disease because the sheath is being wholesaled.

You want to go?

Are you going?!?

Because he's a great nobleman who plans to have a second daughter-in-law next year too!

You should have played on the trip a little bit.

Still, I toured for about a minute.

Hands in my heart Mizuchi......

Mizuchi with a gentle smile and a brilliant baby on the face she held came to mind.

It occurred to me.

... Let's not.

Let's honestly just give him Jabba's letter and go out for dinner......

I'm in Keel because of this, and you want to go to Duckleton in a while?

When I shook my head small and sighed.

"Your husband?

"Huh?"

When I turned around, Limby stood looking strange.

"What's wrong? Here...?

He bought a hair fastening, and I can see a red ornament at the base of the shaking hair room on the left side of his head.

No, just look red in the sunset, white, huh?

"Ah, oh. Ha, trying to deliver what Halitide asked for..."

That's what I said and lifted the thin leather briefcase I was holding up in my hand.

"Really..."

Lynbee still looks strange when she asks my answer.

I wonder how long they've been watching me, only a few questions arise.

"Okay, I'll give it to you"

Limby grinned.

The diagonal to sunset face, close to the straight side, differs from the thin face of the reincarnation, and the shadow is tight.

"Mm-hmm. Right. By the way, you have good taste in your hair."

I felt myself looking incredibly soft about why I coughed up, and I just felt a little lit up.

And then he waited for Limby to walk over to my side and turned toward Litton.

"Thank you! I just bought it."

Limby smiled happily at me.

This guy is also a combat slave, so he does that kind of paycheck.

He seemed to spend a good amount of money on me, which made me a little happy, too.

"Where is your shipping address?

"Hmm, right there... right there"

When I show Ritton as I squirm with my jaw, the Limby who sees it looks strange again.

I'm sure he wonders what he hesitated to do when it's so close.

Walk out to delude nature and floating bitter laughter.

Naturally, I got there right in front of Litton's entrance.

Above the elegantly decorated entrance is a sign marked "Gentleman's Social Area Litton" in gold relief on the blue ground.

Because the font of the letters is a designed sheath, the sign is nasty because it's my feeling.

Some years ago, when I met Jabba on the way home, I remember looking up at this sign that wasn't there when I first visited him and his weird voice leaked.

"Is this it?

"Yes."

"Is this...?

"Can't you read it? It's a gentleman's social place."

"No, I can read it, but where...?

Limby doesn't seem to think this is a whorehouse.

Just give me a minute.

Well, I opened the door.

Then, as I expected, I saw Sebastian standing in a good position at the front just behind the door.

"Welcome. Lord Gried."

Sebastian says in a somewhat old voice.

Sebastian seems to have remembered my face even though I've only been here to an extra degree with one hand, and there's no precipitation at all in the lines I mouth.

Besides, they even add a proper honorable name, Your Excellency.

Though rural, Litton is still a top notch shop.

……

A slightly strange look appeared on Sebastian's face.

Oh, I hear he was standing across the closing door. Did they see Limby?

"Oh, it's my slave"

"Is that so? Consider selling to us…"

"No. I just stopped by to give you this"

Don't make a weird mistake.

Mostly because he's a combat slave, even if he can see it.

"It's..."

"It's a letter from Halitide. They say it's a future directive."

That's what I said. I give you the letter I took out of my briefcase.

"Thank you for your trouble."

Sebastian received it politely as he came out of the front desk, bowing his head to be pressed.

After that, I was advised to tea but refused, and a few minutes later, a public discourse told me about the haritide in the territory and so on.

"Bye. I did give it to you. Excuse me."

I noticed the curtain draped by the side of the front as I tried to turn my heel back in a strange way, and I did my gaze.

Sebastian, who noticed my gaze, turned the bah and curtain when he bowed deeply again.

Behind it, it seems, the ladies working in this store were listening, and several of them were solidified with one ear sticking out.

And one of them is that woman.

"You always say it's not a good idea to eavesdrop."

Sebastian reprimands the ladies with a harsh voice.

"Oh, the..."

"Gu, that's what I heard with Lord Gried..."

"If Your Excellency were here, I would definitely..."

The three ladies immediately correct their posture and make a verbal excuse...... Lord Gried? Oh, you mean me?

The boulder gave it to the senior aristocrats. Yeah, the dragon slayer is bringing my fame to Keel, too.

I can see that woman flew away, too, overhearing my visit.

Or, I knew I could play a little bit and go...... Lynbee? You can wait as long as you're a slave.

"I'm sorry, my lord. They'll be tough later..."

Sebastian says he seems sincerely sorry.

But......

"Is that it?"

"No, you're not."

"Lord Gried...?

The ladies look at my face and say it orally.

And that woman, of course.

Greed... ah... brother... what...?

Even with the intention of catching up and overtaking him, he visioned his back, always one or two steps ahead of me, leaving the store in great shock.

When I closed the door in my rear hand, the wind blew hard and long.

This is a great breeze for my heart right now.

I felt my tear glands loosen without knowing it.

I think the tears were shining like when I dreamed and ran through the wilderness of death.

"Master, what's wrong?

Limby, who was waiting outside, asked as surprised.

"Hmm, a bit of garbage in my eyes..."

Wipe your tears with your cuffs and walk out with your empty briefcase handed to you.

"Hey, you can't. Let me see your eyes."

"Thanks, but I'm fine now. Have you eaten more than that? Weren't the Rubies with you?

With that said, I don't have to know if I know the city, and it's my first visit like Keel, so why is Limby alone?

"Ah... well, that's..."

Limby turns down and clouds his words.

Not for childish reasons such as abuse only for Ruby, Jess and Marr.

You don't have to tell me if Limby doesn't want to.

Or were you ashamed of yourself for deviating or something and didn't want to say it?

"If you're not with me, just you. No. We're going to dinner. There's a delicious shop nearby."

Eat something tasty in Duckleton.

I walked a little while talking about some dessert I used to eat.

Along the way, the decorations pass in front of a whorehouse called Pink Monsoon, which is also nasty.

Looking at it this way, I think Litton's sign is pretty classy with that, too.

With that said, you were unloading sheaths in this store, too.

You noticed I saw Pink Monsoon on the side, and Limby looked up at me with her wet eyes.

"Is your husband also interested in such a store...?

Oh, come on, you're in trouble if you get me wrong.

Well, I'm not going to argue that I'm not interested at all, either, because I'm a healthy man.

But I have something called reason.

You can't stretch your feathers because it's a land out of your wife's sight, Chimi.

"It's just a store where I used to wholesale products. My brother's taking over now, so he's not my guest anymore."

I think I could say emotionally with a voice that I think is sinister.

"Right! Your husband is a fine man after all!

Even though it's been a long time since I've grown up already, Limby looks up at me with a sparkling, brilliant, honest eye that doesn't have a piece of cloudiness like a toddler.

Phew... as long as I keep my eyes open, I can play the ideal husband for a while.

That's when Pink Monsoon's door opened.

"Bruise! Gotcha!

"Ouch."

"No, boulders are rubies. Ruby's eyes are sure!"

"Ugh. Don't you think? It's good. Come on."

Light is rapidly lost from Limby's eyes.

I turned away from the nasty, nasty, fussy battle slaves I was, and I said to Limby, "Let it go. Let's go," he ordered in a low voice and walked out.

Did you treat the people down there?

That's it, and I can't even tell you that Ruby spends good money.

March 25, 7450.

8: 00 am.

After running, we all had breakfast and came back to the Vince Pavilion.

Then, the reward was delivered during the meal.

Naturally, it's from the Marquis Webdos.

According to that, he wants you to come to the mansion this afternoon or tomorrow afternoon.

Boulder, that's fast.

"Then you can take the day off"

He told Samuth and the other officials to take the day off, and then ordered the slaves to tell him that he was off today as well.

And when I duly killed time until this afternoon, I went to the mansion by myself.

In addition to standing at the Mansion Gate a guard squire different from yesterday's Menz, a family order also stood.

Slowly approach and eye to eye with the decree.

The decree immediately bowed his head and pulled himself back and invited me to the premises.

Passed through to the reception room of the mansion for a few minutes.

Soon the Marquis Webdos will show up.

"Long time no see, Count Gried"

About a year and a half ago, since I got a word or two congratulations at my Count of the League recital in Lombertia.

I bow and say hello when I get up from the chair I was hanging too.

The Marquis recommended the chair and I sat down because I hung myself.

A maid came into the room with a tea bowl in the basin as if she had anticipated it.

Silence dominates the room until the tea is ready.

"Thank you for allowing us a quick visit to your busy fold"

I thanked the maid for waiting to leave the room.

"There's no door to close against my sweet grandson's brother-in-law."

Gently bow your head and say thank you for taking care to make it easier for me.

"Well, this is what was written in the letter (this)..."

In the Marquis' hands is the letter I gave him yesterday.

"I'm not questioning you, is that number true?

"Yes, of course."

"Really..."

The Marquis reviewed me as soon as he meditated his eyes only for a moment and looked into the universe.

"Looks like you took care of yourself, and I appreciate it. Thanks."

That's what he said and bowed his head to me.

"No, keep your head up. It is I who am asking you suddenly and indiscreetly. Keep your head down. I'm the one doing you a favor. You're right, I hope you don't mind me asking you, and I ask you to stay down so that we can have a good plan."

I bow my head too.

"But you're a boulder, Count. Not only did I exorcise the dragon, but I did invade Davas... and my nose was high as the edge of the Count."

"No, no..."

Speaking of which, I recall the Marquis also saying, "The future may dominate Balduk".

I'm glad I didn't break my expectations...

"At that time... I would have immediately forgotten if I seemed to demand gold or goods for rewards at that time. But the Count was asked to join the Knights of the Free People, whom he had not known for long. He asked them to develop their own lives. I would like to offer you all the rewards… I was heartily impressed by you when you said that in your youth."

"It's a buyout."

Because you're not young enough to contain it...

"My son also told me that Shani, married to the Grid family who educated their children to say all that, is truly a happy man."

"... thank you"

Brother... I didn't make sure, but whorehouse visits... if you're noble, well, that's a common story.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to even get the Earl of Lancel, Dressler and Ellers in just over a year after assaulting Count Riegle..."

"No, well, as you can see in the letter, we're still on the way... and it's also unpublished."

"No, I've already made up my mind."

……

"In addition, I invite you to accept the nobles and the people of our territory. I'm really losing my mind."

After all, as I initially glanced at it, it must have been a headache issue about the post of nobleman and his squire's younger brother.

"Please raise your head. I'm in a position to stop the territory if I don't get your help."

"Just kidding. Once the Three Counts' assault is declared in the country, all the nobles from all over the kingdom will be asked to queue before you and bow their heads."

……

The sight is not hard to imagine.

Because I came to the petition from all sides just to raid the Earl of the League somehow.

"By the way, I have one favor to ask you in this case"

The Marquis corrected his residence and bowed his head again.

"What is it?

"Please forgive me for saying this. I'm a good year, too. He wanted to take over the Marquis position from his son soon. Could you please decide what Sendoherr asked the Count for in this case? Think of it as an old man's mercy, and forgive me with your forgiveness...!

Shit!

I hadn't thought through the matter!

Indeed, the Marquis is over seventy years old already, and his son, the Knights Commander, is over fifty.

It's not like no one lives beyond the age of eighty, but if you're even seventy, you're usually sensitive to your life expectancy.

In taking over the title, it is natural kindness to want me to mention the handles that resonate in the territory.

Really, I haven't either.

Well, if you can let me defend myself, I don't have kids yet.

So I don't totally know what it's like to be a parent thinking of a child.

Looking forward to the future, damn it.

"Of course. Please do as Your Excellency pleases."

I just want to give myself a full score for what I was able to do instantly, without even moving a strand of facial expressions.

"Oh, thank you! Thanks!

Afterwards I was interested in public discourse while I called Baron Sendoher-Webdos, son of the Marquis.

And the three of us make a rough scenario.

In short, Baron Sendoherr asked me where the noblemen and servant's children in the realm were, and I responded accordingly.

Then, starting tomorrow, we will begin a detailed part of the meeting, such as how many people will be sent between the officials of the administration and the officials I have brought in, and which territories will be deserving of acceptance.

That's why I plan to go to my parents' house with four combat slaves in the meantime, and Claw and Marie will go to Bafk village where Claw's parents are located.

At any rate, it is huge that I sold the Marquis Webdos more than I had originally expected.