Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

8 Dec 7450

"Okay, you can do this..."

Al got up and turned around his right shoulder when he squealed like that.

It was inserting one bullet at a time in a drugbox that had been filled with firing pills until just a moment ago.

He exhales deep and long sighs as he relaxes his stiff shoulders with a delicate task of using very nerves.

"On a boulder... you'll be tired after a while..."

Striking the iron plate with a scone and a wooden hammer, he stuffed the finished bullet in the crate as he slammed as many as ten warheads into the drugbox at the same time, and Tris also stood up and stretched his hips.

It should also be noted that Tris, who has been using his own unique skills for a long time, can fit as many as 100 warheads in a drugbox in a short time, as long as the jig is ready, so the efficiency of the work is not as high as Al and other feet.

"Oh, I'm glad you helped me. Thank God."

Al, who thanked him, puts his hands on the water drain he was putting on his desk in the corner of the workplace.

When his palms emitted a bluish magical light, a chunk of ice appeared like a gobble and rock ice cream, and he dropped a pumpkin in the water.

"Oh, excuse me. I'll have it."

That's what Tris offered the wooden cup.

"Hey, I just put some ice in it right now, so it's not really cold."

The water out of the water is what drew the well water, and the well water in this Ryog family is pretty tasty.

It's not like I'm in a labyrinth, but nobody wants to drink magically created water.

"No, it's a drink for now."

"Right... there you go"

"... pu. Oh, but it's pretty cold."

"Really? Oh, was there still a little bit of ice left before?

"Well, that's December."

"Mm-hmm. That too...... pu. Yeah, you're cold."

"By the way, Mr. Al"

Tris has a slightly more serious look.

"Hmm?"

"I heard yesterday about gunshooting... M-E credentials..."

"Oh."

"I'm talking about starting next June, won't you be a little faster?

"Um, it's the mountains I want to do that, but you want to pack some more of the training stuff and stuff. Besides, it's convenient for the instructor."

"I knew it..."

"Why not? I don't even take away the guns I keep with you if you don't hurry, and you can practice as you've always done, right?

Here Al sipped out the water that was left in the cup he had in his hand.

Pour water again into the empty cup.

"No, that's not true, and I'm more worried about the village when it comes to me and Bell and Gel and Meath at the same time on the boulder. If you can give me about three months sooner, it will be quite tough in March and June, but I wonder if I can figure it out..."

"... no, you, you don't have to let everyone take anything for the first time, okay? Em, I'm going to be training after next year."

Al said as if he was frightened.

"No, well, me and Belle are still young, and to be honest, we can do this after next year, but Gel and Meath are a good year, and Meath in particular will be 30 next year. When I think about kids, I want Meath to take it fast."

I thought Al would be enough to hear that.

Al had heard from Tris and the others last night that Jer and Meath were getting married at the same time as the beginning of next year.

Currently, Jer, who will be my husband, is thirty, and Meath, who will be my wife, is twenty-nine.

Even though it remains after the nobleman's second son because there are tax and other issues, if you try to make it a people below the civilian level this is quite a late marriage in the oath.

Note that the housekeeper will be Meath when they get married, but that didn't seem to matter, Al just nodded Hmm.

In fact, I felt sinking in my heart, "I wouldn't see Master Mira again if I got married at the same time as the new year," but I was just desperate because I pretended not to express that in my attitude, expression, etc., at all.

"I know how you feel... but I'm sorry, it's kind of there"

"Really? Excuse me, be selfish."

Neither did Tris appear to have had much restraint during the implementation period of the MEE training, and showed no untrained.

"No, that's fine. Thanks to you, I've made enough bullets today, and it's time to go back."

"Okay. But clean up after..."

"We have to leave only the finished bullets and gunpowder in the case, otherwise you can leave them alone. Let the Ryogs do it."

"Is that okay?

Tris asks suspiciously, as Tris was doing well until he cleaned up before leaving the workplace behind when creating the bullets he had previously participated in.

"Fine. Regardless of gunpowder making, it was time for those guys to get involved in assembling the bullets. First, we have to let them clean up and get used to the parts."

"Ha, I don't know..."

When the two of us carried and arranged ammunition cases packed with bullets in the corners of the warehouse, there were more than 50 in cases containing 100 rounds.

Smokeless gunpowder can also be made in small portions (equivalent to about 100 rounds of firing medicine in a single bottle) of 200 or more.

It is carefully transported into an underground warehouse dug next to the workplace in a metal keyed box partitioned with iron plates.

"... Phew. You've made quite a bit."

"Oh. You have a critical day left. Suppose I go home before it gets dark...... hey Diane! Luke! Come here for a second!

Al took the road with Tris when he asked the loyal squire and his wife to clean up the workplace.

"Uh, it was good hot water!

Tris said as he finished bathing with Al and put his sleeve through the change of clothes he brought.

This is actually the first time they and their wife have entered Al's mansion.

I've been to Beglitz a few times before, but all my stays were in an inn called Sankrat.

This time Al pushed off the family decree to let him stay, saying "we can stay the ones that are important to the upcoming Knights".

The truth was that there was also the revelation of Alson, who had just been born, but Patricia of the decree had to nod because she had spotted so much.

"I don't know, um, I kept it in yesterday. What is it, but the bath should be big after all!

Tris also made baths at home.

But that's just magically filled a large wine barrel with hot water.

It's worse than a drum can bath because you can just carry on the hot water and you can't burn it.

Of course, it feels pretty good if you put it in, but you still don't get the openness to reach your hands and feet in the bath that you like, and you don't have enough absolute hot water. Grungy potatoes.

It is something similar to Al's bath, where hot water is supplied from the tank as soon as the rubber hose plug is removed.

"Oh, isn't that great? I'm actually proud of you."

"That would be so. I envy Lal and Guine."

"Huh? Why?

"Because I'm letting you in... aren't you?

"That's right. 'Cause they're trained squire."

Knights' training attendants are basically not allowed to stay out.

There are aspects that require immediate response when things happen, like about half of volunteer squire, but above all because of the strong aspect of the educational period to become a knight.

Only a few exceptions, such as Zulu, who is nominally Al's guard captain, are allowed to stay outside the training staff.

Of course, Ruby, Jess, Marr, Limby, Ben, Ellie, etc. who are guards, also enter a very small part of it, but they often live in Knights quarters these days, unless otherwise specified.

Regardless of the rent, I guess it's attractive that meals are free.

"What, that means when I join the Knights too, I stay out until I become a Knight...?

"Of course not."

"Any exceptions?

"Not really, but it's practically just my combat slave."

"Really... By the way, our slave-headed Bill Sign is already a knight's reign, but what happens to the treatment if we let him in the Knights?

Tris asked as he wiped the sweat off his face with a towel over his neck.

Al said as he walked out to the dining room, "I can even welcome him as a knight if he's admitted to the enlistment test... isn't that what you want to hear? Answer."

"Right. What would you do if Henry or Meck came back that Al was renting out to Mr. Carm or Mr. Vince? Do you feel that?"

"Yeah. Whatever your fighting moves are, you're not getting enough basic education, so you're a training squire and you're going to have to learn as much as you do."

"Oh, I knew you were an ant like that"

Patricia, a misplaced family order in the hallway, hung a towel around her neck, frowned when she saw her wearing a dressing style kimono like a yukata, but stopped and bowed her head without saying anything.

In the first place, I was preliminarily shut to Al's bad behavior of wandering around barefoot without even wearing simple footwear, not to mention inside the house if I tried it on her.

"Right. I mean, it feels like I have to."

"So what do you say we put the other slaves in our cavaliers?

The dining room already had Mizuchi, Alson and Bell waiting for the two of them after bathing.

"If you pass the entrance exam for a training squire scheduled for March next year, or as a volunteer squire, you'll be able to join the group from April with about a physical measurement."

Pull yourself a chair. Al gets the table.

Al, who doesn't like a very well-fed meal, rarely orders the maids to serve him.

"Really... well, those guys, they're pretty tame"

Tris also said as he pulled his own chair and sat down.

"Talk about what?

Bell asks Tris in the gap where Al rang the bell and called Giberti.

"Talk about getting our slaves into the Knights."

"Oh... but we don't have to talk about that right now... hey, Mr. Mizuchi"

Bell answered in a slightly frightened tone and asked Mizuchi, who held Alson, for a gavel.

"Right. It's going to be a delicious meal... oh? A little naughty, huh? Let's try harder."

Mizuchi answers with his shoulders flaunted and abandons Alson.

Tris and Bell looked at her and Alson like that with a little envy.

Ever since they were sealed in the village to Gal, they have also encouraged more than ever to make children, but it is these two common troubled species here that Bell has yet to become pregnant.

Especially since I learned about Mizuchi's birth yesterday and saw Alson, who was actually born between Al and Mizuchi, I re-worked my mind to try harder.

Though the boulders did not seem to have the courage to extend to acts in the house of Al, whom they served.

Al has instructed Giberti, who has arrived wearing something like a brand new cock coat, to start meals and beverages and appetizers that become aperitifs.

Tris and Bell were too surprised. They rounded their eyes on Giberti's outfit, as if they'd completely forgotten about the Knights we were talking about earlier.

"You look great."

"That's expensive."

The cock hat worn by Giberti appeared to be nearly 40 cm high.

"For once, Al made me do it because he was our chef."

In Japan and elsewhere, the height of the cock hat is generally proportional to its position in the kitchen.

It's not uncommon to wear a cock hat that's higher than a gibbertie for a chef's class such as a first-rate hotel or restaurant.

Aperitif For a while there was a soothing conversation, and finally Giberti brought an appetizer with him.

"Oh," Yundan "? Glad to be eating again. I love 'Yundan'!

"After all, Mr. Al and this rice is the best... Huh? This!?"

The two cheer when they see an orange eel served on a plate.

but I looked at everything arranged together and opened my eyes.

"Oh, I've made 'seaweed'. There's no" sunflower, "and it's just the same" sake ", not" soy sauce, "so that's it. Shake the salt a little bit, it's still pretty cool."

"Well, try it. Put 'Yundan' on 'Seaweed', shake a little salt, wrap it in 'Sake', huh? And the main thing today is veal fin steak and botago pasta."

The unfamiliar words were heard, and Tris and Bell quickly put seaweed in their mouths.

Of course, no onions, just seaweed.

"Ah..."

"This..."

The cozy sound of Paris echoed all the way to the brain, and the two were sober.

Naturally, seaweed is not very well made.

It is difficult to say that the thickness is constant, and in some cases holes are empty.

And the flavour would also be mass-produced in the factory and not even machine-dried.

But the nostalgic Iso flavor seems to have overshadowed all those shortcomings.

When the main steaks and pasta were served and vanilla-free ice cream lined up on the table with a refreshing aroma of vanilla to serve as a dessert.

"Mr. Al. I'll sign the building for next March's entrance test for the training staff, so test it out."

And Tris bowed his head.

Al nods, "Okay."

"Then, it's the June em-ee training..."

Tris glances at Bell but immediately returns his gaze to Al to carry on the words.

Bell looked at Tris with a slightly harsher eye.

"... to Gal. From the village I will serve Belle and Meath if I am not pregnant. If they were pregnant, I would replace Bell. Gel instead of Meath, please."

"Huh? Hey, Tris"

You keep your mouth shut.

Tris embarrasses his wife with a harsh voice.

Al and Mizuchi looked at each other unexpectedly at the look.

"But..."

Still, he said something. He told Bell, "It's a decision I've already made. There's no way for me and you to get out of the village for three months at the same time. Don't rush," he says clearly.

Whether he accepted the word or was pushed off by a strong tone and atmosphere that he rarely showed again, Bell nodded with a slightly moisturized look.

Tris stared at his wife like that and said, "You know what I mean?" Now I told him to teach gently.