Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

April 9, 7450.

The killers (Slaters) who had dropped off the Fios and cleaned up another job and drank at Camran when the sun was pretty high came to the administration.

Not all Knights, of course, because they follow their shifts to the Knights and get security.

"Hey, I drank. I drank."

"I haven't had this much to drink in a long time"

Talking as Rocco and Kevin rub their still sleepy eyes.

"Hey, I'm a bummer..."

"Oh, it hurts."

"Hey, don't be too loud"

"It's ringing."

Faces like Carm and Tris, Meath and Gel also look like a terrible hangover.

Don't even wake the bell. Sleep with a wrinkle between your eyebrows.

……

Andersen doesn't look a little pale but he does manage to stay calm.

"Those women... I knew it..."

Is that what Vix is saying about Ralpha and Guineh?

"Al. I'm sorry, but if there's something important to talk about, it's magic..."

One flat Xenom has spoken to me.

"No, it doesn't have to be now. Suffering from hangovers would be a good medicine once in a while."

When he answered with a bitter laugh, Xenom glanced over his shoulder and said, "Right. You would, too, but everyone, including me, has been pretty busy this past year. You've got a good breath, and it'll be good once in a while," he laughs.

"Yeah. Then the reciprocal ceremony is over...... get together again around 14: 00. If you're not going to make it to the inn, you can sleep here until then."

That's all I said and left the conference room.

We still have a lot of work to do.

Back in the office, Secretary Insenga had just arrived.

When I invited him inside, he complained from before he even sat in the chair.

"My lord. I heard earlier that your wife is still running in the morning. Isn't that right!?"

"Oh. What's wrong with that?

"It's not what's wrong! I need you to take care of your body more because you're caged in a inheritance!

No, that's what I thought at first, but it's only been two months since I said I was pregnant... it's okay because it hasn't been three months... and even the civilians and slaves farm till the moon.

And I said, "You can't possibly be with those low-status people!" He scolded me.

You can't say that if you ask me...

Even in the previous life, pregnant women were admitted to the hospital about two weeks before their scheduled date, until then, the majority of people were normally spending time, and even Sister Shani's sister-in-law played mock wars and rode horses for several months after she was found pregnant.

Well, Mizuchi is a Dark Elf (Dark Elf) who wasn't in his previous life, so he won't be with humans and fumes on Earth, but Dark Elves didn't give in to anyone who wouldn't do anything if it turns out to be pregnant either.

- Plus, if you don't do anything, I'm gonna get fat. Are you sure?

If you say so, you'll be fine.

Above all, lack of exercise is the source of all ill-health.

Jabba, you have a body like five kids pregnant, and you're going to die prematurely.

Besides, Mizuchi also said, I can't believe you just eat and sleep and do nothing from this time of year. I just blunt my body.

"You know. They say they are different identities, slaves or nobles, but the Pu (Hume) are the Pu (Hume), and the Jin (Elf) are the Jin (Elf). It's not the same as changing responsibilities depending on your identity. We make bodies together."

"That's natural. That's not what I'm saying! It's a matter of world order! Above all, you can't believe your wife runs even though she's heavy... aren't you worried?!?"

No, I'm worried about you. Sora.

"But you just lose strength when you're at rest from now on in your early pregnancy. It would be harder to get snagged when you have to give birth, right?

"What a fool... excuse me. You need to rest well, eat a lot, and develop your strength!

Uh, yeah. Yeah. A lot of people have that idea.

"I understood that idea. But there's no way I can tolerate that. Because eating and resting a lot works in a few days, but that only works in the sense of restoring lost health. If it's just before childbirth, that's fine. But there are still months to go before giving birth... more than six months, so it's better to keep moving while you can. This is common sense that has been so elucidated in the world before we were reborn into this world."

I finally talked to the unconvincing facial insenga about Mizuchi's exercise schedule.

Similar runs as before end with a full cup this month, switching to a jog that slowed down significantly from May to June, and stopping any intense auditions in the Knights.

From July, jogging will also reduce the distance to about a quarter, horseback riding will not be done, and the training of the Knights will be limited to bareback and mould archery.

From September onwards, no exercise will be carried out, and work will be restricted to administrative affairs only, so that for the first time since November, when the scheduled date is approaching, we will spend the entire day at home.

This is what Mizuchi and I planned the other day in Barkud when we heard about the life of Shani's sister-in-law when she was pregnant and with reference to it.

I didn't want to say much because I found out that I had planted it between the middle of January and the end of January when I was talking about it, but there was no way to keep this old lady quiet.

That's what we're gonna do, hmm.

As represented by this Incenga aunt, the Aus people are naturally bound to the common sense of the Aus.

That's not a bad thing, and I don't want you to like it unless you do me harm, like other people's values and common sense.

But there is nothing but evil that far from science goes by, as exemplified by the idea of pregnant women, the way in which human athletic abilities are built, the superstition that cow horse servants are alienated from cultivation, and the common sense that slaves and livestock production must not be assisted.

Or so I thought......

"But, well, I appreciate your advice. Keep your opinions open in the future."

Without doing anything to silence the supreme power in the land, it would be proof that the small civic guts have not escaped.

However.............

Culture and civilization evolve in keeping with the times.

In this era, kingdom, feudalism, slavery, etc. are commonplace, and it can be said that suddenly changing that in the short term that it is only a few years but a few decades is first and foremost an impossible consultation.

If it stays this way.

Records and communications are also important elements, but above all with the development of logistics the times...... no, the course of history accelerates rapidly.

Even on Earth, between the eighteenth and twentieth centuries, civilization underwent a period of great development.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the eighteenth century steamships were caused by the invention of steam locomotives and several more powerful engines in the nineteenth century.

With the advent of steam engines, the previous industrial technologies quickly became obsolete and new technologies leading to mass production took their place.

It is also all because communication technologies have developed, the wisdom and ideas recorded everywhere have been scattered all over the world, and excellent goods and artifacts have ridden the logistics network.

In short, "information” and “in kind” such as ideas, knowledge gathered, and useful tools that someone thought of were widely disseminated.

The recipient further flattens, summarizes, or improves it and propagates it elsewhere.

The recipient will continue to receive it.

At any rate, it would not have been achieved without improved transport to move people and things.

Thanks to them, there was also a great shift in values, which was the driving force behind the civil revolution around the world.

It's all because of the logistical developments.

Maybe the truth is different, but that's what I think.

That's right, is it time?

I have to wear armor.

Hmm?

We're going to have an inauguration ceremony for the three squires who are going to be promoted to the Knight of Righteousness.

It's a big festival, a second day of eyeballs.

Oh, armor?

Unfortunately, he's still the rubber protector my father gave me.

I heard from Longarzamrüzolfalen, who defeated him in the underground labyrinth in Balduk, that he had finally set the stage for completion, but that it would be around summer before he could do it.

After noon.

The faces of the killers (Slaughters) have gathered again in the Executive's conference room.

"Looks like you lost your booze."

When I smiled bitterly, the majority looked back at me with a seemingly illuminating face.

"There are some things that aren't at work, but there are parts of them that I've already told them, and I'll talk to them separately, so don't worry about it. Everything I'm about to say will be published next year, so I want you to keep it in everyone's chest until then."

Yes, he prefaced and talked about possessing all four county territories lined up in the northern part of the Dart Plains and getting permission to name a new marquis.

"Of all the Lords in Midwest Dart, Midwest Dart, and East Dart outside of West Dart today, His Majesty's servants will stay for a maximum of twenty years, so I want you to rest assured that there will be a political blank zone in the near future"

I looked around at each person's face as I spoke.

Zulu has a full laugh with Ruby and Jess, as I have said, no, that smile, not bad, but something, you know, disgusting. I'm sorry.

Xenom is silently closing his eyes... he's not asleep, is he?... Yeah, I'm not sleeping.

My expression disappeared from Tris and Bell... Hmm. These guys will be.

Carm and Kim, plus many faces who said Rocco, Kevin, Gel, Sanno, Dender, Karim didn't even try to hide their surprised looks...... apprentice Tris and Bell for a bit.

Ginger and Vince listen with a subtle look...... it's okay, I won't make it worse.

Meath gets a glitzy eye...... yeah, I like it. The look.

Hiss has had a totally moving look from the start... only this guy can't read what he's been thinking for a long time, but now he doesn't really care.

Lorrick looked a little fun with a glimpse of Lorrick and Sanno opening his mouth like that, with a serious face without being slight... well, these guys are hard to understand with these guys, but not as hiss as they are.

And Andersen.

She was surprised, too.

Speaking of which, I knew you would receive Count Dressler's territory, which is the Central Dart region, but I didn't know any other territory.

As far as Vix goes, he makes his eyes black and white more than the Carms.

"He also gained command of the Royal Army stationed in these four territories, as I said the other day. With that, the rank within the Royal Army was also promoted to third place, first place."

I've been third and fourth, so I bumped out three classes at once.

Naturally the finest in the Dart region, he is the deputy commander of the Knights of the Kingdom and the class of lead battalion commander.

There are only a few ranks above me, such as the Knights Commander of the Royal Army.

The majority of people around here have a face that they don't know very well.

"And next year's... the time is still undetermined, but we'll get married around March. His opponent is Michele Forcaine. Remember about your face?

Quiet as I hit the water.

"I'm sorry, but you'll be back for the wedding by then..."

I said something. A lot of faces do that.

It conveys various thoughts.

Did Mizuchi convince you?

Whatever you think, I can only assume that marrying Mimile was a condition for raising the title and increasing the territory.

I hated you so much, but for our own sake for a moment...?

I'm sorry.

Congratulations if you changed your mind about what happened.

Congratulations! Master!

And... what happens to Ralpha? Listen to that. What's going on? A couple of piercing glances that.

Andersen or Vix who are restless in such a kind of unusual atmosphere.

Success to words as if to ignore them all.

"I have already spoken to Mizuchi, and I have already spoken to those who belong to the Knights..."

With that said, I felt like a few sets of gazes that seemed to pierce me had been taken off me like I'd just lost a little place to go.

That night.

Again the face of the killer (Slaters) gathered in Kamran, he was reluctantly approached somewhere only by a certain person, although on the surface he was similarly noisy last night.

"Hey Belle. Isn't everyone nice?

Washroom in the back of the store.

Lar asked as he watered the bell washing his hands with a pattern.

Bell looked at Lar's face as he washed his hands.

It didn't look like Lar was pushing it.

The hustle and bustle have reached this point.

"... hey Lar"

"Yeah?"

"Al said he's getting married next year..."

Belle doesn't miss the instant the look on Lar's face when she heard it solidified.

"Ah, oh. I'm listening. Congratulations..."

But Lar replied with a soft grin that he had just regained his calm expression immediately.

However, the edge of the mouth is slightly trembling.

Bell never missed this either.

"Right..."

After finishing the hand wash, Bell returns to the position he was bending over as he wiped his hands with the towel provided.

"... what?

Lar answered when Bell stared at him from the front.

"Well, you're right, I can't even say congratulations. But are you okay with that?

"What's okay?

"Are you pretending you don't understand?

"Talk about what?

"Tell me how you felt about Al."

"Ki, feelings... ah, oh, nothing about me, about Al..."

Lar clearly lost his composure.

Because it was the part for her that she didn't want me to touch.

Well, there are circumstances where Guineh just blamed me for that the other day.

"You know, it's cute and I don't hate it. But are you sure?

While returning the towel wiped with his hands to his original hanger, Bell takes the pattern that Lar was holding with both hands.

"Mimile's that kid, isn't she? of Hume, his majesty's common son."

And I said as I stuck the tip of the pattern in the water bottle thinking of a face that seemed to have a single core in the adult's face.

"... what kind of face is that? I forgot."

Don't give in to wash your hands, Lar answers.

"Huh. I forgot."

Bell said while holding a patterned bowl that drew water.

……

Lar doesn't answer anything as if he's cramped.

"Lal. Listen carefully"

Bell said, trying to peek into Lar's face.

"What?"

"I like Tris the most in the world"

"I know."

"But then I like you and Al"

"... I know"

"I think I know more about you than Mr. Al or Tris knows about you. In a way, I'm going to know more than Mr. Xenom."

"... yes"

"Yeah. Both Mr. Al and you are my dear friends. What about you? What do you think of me?

"Why are you doing that now..."

"Answer me"

"You know that... Belle is a dear friend to me too..."

"... wash your hands."

"Yeah......"

Lar gave in and washed his hands out.

Staring at that figure, all the expressions disappear from Bell's face.

- I... what should I do? Even Al isn't the kind of person Lal can confess from himself more than he married Mizuchi......

Bell's head brings up the faces of various people.

- Mr Xenom, because you should want Lar to be happy... if you let that child inherit the Firefrid family housekeeper if he is born...

Only the sound of Pasha Pasha and water flowing through the washroom sounds.

- Ral just told Al in the first place... you can't talk to him, can you? If that's possible, I'll tell you before Mr. Mizuchi gets in. But Mr. Al is also Mr. Al! You must have noticed how Lar felt a long time ago... No, Al isn't bad.... Nothing is wrong. There's nothing wrong with Mr. Mizuchi.

The patterned water was gone, and Lar took the towel in his hand.

- Mr. Al himself wanted a political marriage? No, you're not. If so, in Balduk... we would have been married years ago. I'm sure this marriage is for your own birth, but it's also for all of us...

Bell still holds the pattern.

- Even Mr. Mizuchi knows that, so be patient... but we're the ones who are making him be patient... what do I look great... I can't save you...... Congratulations on lowering every aspect of your political marriage while knowing that you genuinely hate it, what a good thing to say. I really can't save you.

Slowly I began to put the pattern back on top of the water bottle.

- Once you have a child between that child and Al, the bond between the kingdom and Al becomes so strong. Mr. Mizchi doesn't really care about the kingdom either because he's a Fae...... which means that once that kid and Al get married, Hume's Lal will no longer have a complete bud.

Finally put the patterned jar back on top of the water bottle.

- I... friend... no, for my benefactor Lal or Al... what can I do? What do I do...?

Lar also finished wiping his hands and hung the towel on the hanger.

- To avoid being stigmatized by anyone's loss... think. Think, me. Fortunately, the time is not yet......

He was a bell thinking with his expression off, but he had a soft grin when he saw Lar finished hanging the towel.

"Lal......"

Tears were overflowing from Lar's eyes as he turned from the hanger.

"Phew..."

Kusha and Lal distort their faces.

Bell reached out unexpectedly against such a lal and hugged him to his own chest.

"You can cry."

Nodding his face at the busty bell's chest, Lar began to tremble fine.

"... eh"

The expression disappears again from Bell's face, which was looking down at Lar as merciful.

"Me, too. I like you and Al next to Tris. Mr. Zenom, Mr. Mizuchi and Mr. Guineh love you all."

The gentle voice offends itself like poison.

- So how to welcome a large circle without anyone suffering, grieving...

Late at night.

There was a group of people camping in a cave in the middle of Mount Bashkel.

The cave was bent in a good way to get a little behind the entrance and exit, and even cooking the fire inside just made the lights leak-resistant structure, or even the carriage, if small, was large and tall enough to fit a few horses pulling it in, and its existence was widely known.

For this reason, even signs were erected on the road passing nearby as an overnight inn for those on the road, but somehow there were only five or one group of residents tonight.

The five men and women surrounded by a small incendiary fire, all but one of them on the fire, are wrapped around a blanket and lying on their bodies.

Throwing dead branches into the burning fire, Marr exhaled a loud sigh.

"... what's wrong?

Was it close to the time of the turn of fire, Limby, who was wrapped around a blanket on Marl's side, woke up and asked him to whisper.

"I don't know. I'm not sleepy yet, so just go to sleep for a while."

Marl answers volumes with care, still with a voice as if he is infidel.

"Actually, I can't sleep either..."

Softly waking up, Limby moved to next to Marl, wrapped around a blanket.

"If you don't sleep, it's gonna be hard tomorrow."

"Yeah. I know that... last knob fom, very..."

"Oh. Mr. Heroskol still understood. But Mr. Knobfom..."

"... I regret it"

"... I thought you weren't on track because Mr. Zulu praised you the other day."

"How could I use a knife so fast..."

"Physical surgeons are also so hard to follow..."

"Well, I felt faster than your wife and husband."

"... right. Damn, I want to audition."

"Right..."

"Hmm?"

"What? What's wrong?

"Limby, you... did you put that on?

"Huh?"

"Hair fastening? Hair decorations?"

"Yes, say it by now?

"So you've been doing this for quite some time? No, I didn't see you so busy, I didn't notice."

"What? Are you fighting and selling? Then I'll give you a Zeny, so don't go home."

"Damn, you're not cute. You're a woman. Mostly it looks good on you."

"Mmm, your husband praised you for your taste... you doubt your husband's taste?

"What!? No, yes, isn't the color good? Besides, if you look closely..."

"What's the matter, both of you? Is something wrong?

"Yes, no, nothing"

"Sorry for the noise......"

Because Fio spoke up, they turned to each other in a hurry to apologize.