Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

March 29, 7451

"Hey, what do you think?

In the parked carriage, Mimile asked the old servant woman with her hands open.

"Very well suited. But this place is wrinkled."

Mimil thanked her for fixing the wrinkled part of the costume.

"No... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..."

The servant, a little older than her, smiled with a few dozen lines since he left King's Landing.

Miles here put their sleeves through new clothes in the morning and lunch as they do every day.

Especially since there are a lot of costumes given, it probably includes the idea of looking for a costume that suits her.

This change of clothes was also made after lunch.

"Am I right, Lord Grid?

Miles looks at the sleeves she brings in front of her and looks down at her body.

The figure was filled with elegant charm, as the servant said.

"Of course. No one is more beautiful than a princess."

"Lord Grid will be delighted."

The servant women who were helping with the dressing complimented each other.

"I haven't spoken directly with you in ten times... but do you still find me attractive?

"Of course. No one is more beautiful than a princess."

Miles still looks around his body to see if there is any unevenness in sewing.

I don't think the servants will miss out on such defects, but as Miles, I'd like to check them out with my own eyes.

"Nh... this... side might be a little tight"

"Really? Princess, slowly take a look at your right arm... hmm, I wonder if there's anything strange about it..."

"Really? But if you move your right hand so far, it feels like your chest is pulled towards your back... ah, so is your left hand."

"Now I will check the dish again... please take it off"

With the help of the maids, Miles began to undress.

Even expensive dresses are hand-stitched, so mistakes are not uncommon.

Not to mention that these costumes were only measured once before the King was made to surprise and delight Miles, and no measurements were made at all during cutting or sewing.

Therefore, it is wrong not to make mistakes.

However, the reality is...

What do you think?

"Particularly strange is... lack of tailoring skills."

"Yes, then put it in the fix."

Well, here it is.

The tailor that a king of a country greets is supposed to be enough once measured.

Because it's easier for them to read the life and body shape changes that they will be living until the costume is finished.

Also, it's strange that you don't have that much arm.

Nevertheless, he quit the Knights and stopped going to the underground labyrinth.

Even if you live carefully, it will be a little more plump than when you measure.

Not to mention, if it was a young woman who was envious and had stayed away from the exercises and exercises she had been doing up until then, there would be no choice.

"Nh... this is so comfortable! Does it suit you?

"Of course. No one is more beautiful than a princess."

"That's right! I did my best!

"Yes, the Princess's efforts are well known to everyone in the Mansion."

Certainly, even after leaving the Knights and returning their lives to the Mansion, Mildred did not fail to practice swords, spears, and magic.

Ordinary people were seriously involved in the practice of making noise.

However, it was not as forced by my beloved brother in the Knights.

"Thank you, but I'm still worried... Your Excellency has never whispered love."

"Princess. Such anxiety is worrying. If you're a princess now, it's so beautiful that you can't lose sight of her from the moment you see her."

I see. Do you like me, my lord?

"Of course. No one is more beautiful than a princess."

The servant women who responded well to their desires, but when their faces became out of sight of Miles, their expressions disappeared like a noble face or looked troublesome.

After confirming that the change of clothes is complete, the servant gently opens the door of the carriage.

The deputy captain of the convoy, who stood a little further away, and the knight of the Mimile's convoy rushed toward the runway and knelt.

"How about this dress? Does it suit you?"

"Very well suited."

"Unexpectedly."

"Beautiful. It is so beautiful that there are no other words."

As the knights glanced up at Miles, they lowered their hips to their sides and the front seat.

The servants are lined up in the rear seat with their frowned faces.

After a short pause between two hours.

Mimile's convoy was at what the Counts of Robotney call an eastern raid site.

"No, I think the Princess's beauty is one of the three countries. If I hadn't decided where to take my daughter-in-law, and I'd be a little younger and a little more involved, I'd have proposed!

The lieutenant, who compliments me on saying that, hasn't stopped smiling.

"But I'm really worried about what I look like from a man like you who puts a lot of weight on his weapons."

"To put it simply, it's very attractive, isn't it?

The deputy captain called out to the guard knight while replying to Mimile.

"Yes, I am terrified that I and others will appreciate the beauty of Miles..."

"But... When you came to the Mansion the other day, there was time for everyone to be careful and be alone with you....."

The two Guard Knights remember that time.

At the behest of their original master, Warrant Baron Fawkane, he succeeded in pulling off the guard who had accompanied Al in the Mansion's garden for only 20 minutes.

"... at that time, you didn't tell me you loved me or liked me. They might really hate me....."

One of the guard knights regretted the words and the painful expression that Mimile had on his face.

Mimile's feminine charm shines brightly in his eyes, reflecting on the magnitude of his eyes.

It has also grown significantly as a fighter compared to before and after joining the Knights.

Had it not been for the official bastard son of the kingdom, who was the daughter of his master, he would have sued for as much love as he could think of.

"Dear Miles, I've seen it from a distance from your role, but the way you looked at Miles at that time contained a lot of love."

"Really? You like me too....?

"Yes, that eye was to see the loved one. Shame on you, I promise."

From the guard knight's point of view, Al has never seen Mile with such eyes.

I just kept smiling at you without being rude.

I could also read that I would have been very careful not to get into trouble.

He hasn't even seen a piece of love there.

But he wasn't stupid enough to keep it that way, and above all, he didn't want to say anything that would make Miles sad.

"Thank you. I've been counting on you since I joined the Knights. I'm so glad... yes, I think you like me..."

The Guard Knight nodded back to Mimile's words, struggling not to change his expression with considerable mental strength.

"... that you love me..."

And the guard knights and the deputy captain thought, "Again?"

Mimile seemed to have some intense speculation, but it was only shown in the part where Marquis de Grid thought of her as well. Otherwise, it was thought to be a "cute place for a young woman who refrained from marrying" because she was showing great growth as a noble woman.

It seems that the symptoms have worsened in the past month or two, but it was also thought that the wedding season was approaching, so it would only make the rising mind do so.

However, since leaving King's Landing, it seems to be getting worse quite quickly.

The two guard knights continue to listen and consult with their servants on this matter.

I still haven't come to a conclusion, but "it seems that Mimile has a useless inferiority with the former adventurer Dark Elf, who is the First Lady of the Marquis. It's a disgusting thing" or "The wedding is approaching momentarily, and there must be fear at that time."

"Fufu, that's right. He likes me too....."

Mimile laughed with the highlights gone.

Exactly then.

Wow!?

"What was that!?"

Suddenly the outside of the carriage became noisy.

And the roar of the horse, and the cry of forgiveness.

Those who were in the carriage looked at the gap between the window panels, which were thin and empty for everyone, including Miles.

And the white smoke came into the car from that gap.

The deputy captain and the guard knights nodded looking at each other.

"Milord-sama, take this...!

One of the Guard Knights stood up and gave Mile the infantry sword (short sword) that was stuck to the ceiling.

She is not just a princess, she is also a warrior who can fight with a fine weapon.

The rest of the guard knights looked back and pulled the sword from their hips, telling the servants, "Keep your head down!" and started closing the empty window panels.

The Lieutenant removes the gripping rod on the ceiling that was open for lighting and tightens the ceiling to lock it with the fittings provided.

It dates back slightly to the side of the valley that the Counts of Robotney call the raid site to the east.

……

An adventurer lurking next to the Count swallowed his spit.

The Count gently gazes from the shade to the left of the road that crosses in front of him.

As reported from the sightings, dozens of escorted carriages are beginning to be seen.

The earth-shaped places they lurk are three to four meters tall, but as a result of intensive investigation, several places have been discovered where they can safely run down.

It is also difficult to spread the troops effectively because there is about a few meters of ground covered in grass from the soil to the street, and there are several random shrubs growing.

The street itself is about three meters wide, and there is a ground about four to five meters wide beyond it, but there is also a place where tall trees grow, and beyond that there is a deep valley.

……

The Count began to hear the guards in the convoy.

Naturally, the voice is getting louder and closer.

--Will it work...? Go ahead.

The training I did a few days ago confirmed that this trap works, but I have no doubt about it.

Now, some of the adventurers under their command will be holding a string to activate the trap and killing their breath.

--Almost there.

Without knowing, the Count opens his right hand, wet with nasty sweat, swallowing his spit.

Four heavily armed soldiers headed for the convoy.

Immediately thereafter, the two knights on board followed, and there were four more soldiers.

And behind that, a two-headed double.

Among them, the first carriage was not a soldier, but was equipped with seven to eight guards, the second carriage had two relatively light lancers in front of and behind a carriage, two archers in the left and right as guards, and one knight from behind appeared to be in command.

--That's two or six of them...

The first carriage was almost at the Raid Point.

A large six-headed carriage continues behind the two carriages.

This is a riding knight, beside a carriage, and a total of one or two soldiers with spears and bows are still holding the perimeter.

There seems to be a two-wheeled carriage behind it, but we still don't know how many guards there are.

--If it's about the same as the first two, the total is less than 60... a little too much, but we have the local profit and the first one.

I finally reached my planned raid point.

Watch as the adventurer next to the Count draws the string from his hand.

White smoke rises from several places on the ground, as if it were a smoke screen.

Anger and screams are raised from all over the train.

However, since the density of the white smoke is not enough to completely deprive the view, horses and figures can be fully recognized by the Counts.

The Count stood up and peered at his torso, reaching out to the horse that was pulling the leading carriage.

"Fu!!"

As he exhaled a short breath, blue magical light gathered in the Count's right hand and scattered without a sound.

Burning stones are fired from the palm.

The fireball hit the horse on the right that was pulling the lead carriage and exploded.

At the same time as the horse hisses, the white smoke covers its appearance.

Only about a dozen seconds to consume all the special chemicals planted on the streets, but in the meantime, it keeps producing white smoke.

And at about the same time, there are two sounds of something heavy falling on the ground.

An adventurer under the Count, a magician, must have made the sound of blocking the front and rear of the train with the massive amount of dirt magically released by the earth.

Then a bowstring sounds from the top of the earth.

Some magic warheads were also fired.

"Ahhh!

"Ugh, I got shot!

Raid! It's a bandit attack!

--Expensive shopping, but the Dark Elves gave up good things. Did you get rid of at least one of the leading knights?

The Count smiles faintly when he sees one of the knights fall off the horse in the smoke as he screams.

I was ordered to focus only on the cavalry when attacking while the white smoke didn't clear.

In these times, the protector says that he has command ability, so this order can also be said to be a fixed stone of iron plate.

Another knight who was escorting the lead carriage was attacked, but the bowstrings didn't stop ringing.

The Count, who glanced at his left hand, admitted that several people were holding a crossbow from above the claw.

--I 'm not going to keep holding hands.

If the Commander was able to beat the first attack in the convoy, he would have assembled his men and launched them on our side.

Unless you were really at the beginning or the end of the train, you wouldn't know that the street was blocked.

It is very difficult to guess only the sound in this confusion, and unless you are accustomed to hearing the sound of elements that block the road in the first place, you will not be noticed first.

It was also a smoke screen for that.

Then, as defensive commanders, it's only natural that they try to earn the time by pushing the carriage forward to get rid of the crisis.

And in this terrain, children can see that it would be an attack from the earth's end, not from the valley side.

"The enemy was on the right! Let's go! Let's go!

"The carriage was going all the way!!"

A surviving knight gathers his soldiers and flies instructions.

But somewhat in foreseeable white smoke.

And the smoke gradually fades over time.

Looking at the raiders makes it easy to pick a target, even though they speak up and reveal their whereabouts.

Crossbows were fired one after the other.

Although the knight is hardened by heavy armor, it is difficult to resist the power of the crossbow at a short distance of about 10 meters.

"Uaah!

"Goddamn it!!"

Also, several people were shot and fell, causing a light horse to burst into flames in the smoke.

Naturally, the horse that was pulling the carriage was also trying to escape the smoke by hissing and becoming a pole or running into the dark clouds.

They are desperate to follow the words of the knight before them, while forgiving the horse.

And the wind through the valley finally thinned the smoke.

Literally, the carriage is in great chaos.

The carriage that was in the train or behind did not try to advance to the dark clouds, but pushed into the carriage and soldiers in front.

Only about 20 to 30 seconds have elapsed since the trap was activated, but even this small amount of time has had a great effect on the visibility of those escorting the train train.

- What is it?

The Count felt somewhat disturbed around his waist, but now it is not.

"Yo, it's taking (vinine)!"

At the Count's behest, the Daybus adventurers stood up together as they switched their weapons for white warfare.

"Damn, it's a raid. Everybody to the left of the carriage! Shield! Shield!

Bath commands quickly with the generation of white smoke, and he flies his eyes around.

But the smoke quickly blocked their sight and the contours of the carriage and companions were blurred.

- Is this magic?

Soon after that, a magical explosion sounded and the corner of my vision was lit bright red for a moment.

Almost simultaneously, I found the horse that was pulling the carriage they were guarding fell down screaming.

--Phew, fireball!?

It's attack magic he's never even seen before.

Now that former leader Wilheimer is dead, only two fireballs are available: Jill and Reserva.

They don't use inefficient fireballs first.

Of course, I never ordered Bath to use it.

--Enemy has quite a magician....

Soon after thinking about it, the noise of the fireball and the hippopotamus makes a rough amount of dirt and sand, don't! The sound of the heavy object standing was heard from the front.

Because I escorted the leading carriage, it was a relatively easy position to hear the sounds of magic.

"No magic, no bows."

Well, this place will be warm.

I can hear Jill and Bennoko.

Though with a little excitement, the sound of calm situational judgment is a first-class adventurer on a boulder.

"Rock"

"Yes, sir."

Bath called out to a member of the magic and bow team and said, "Look at the front. If the roads were blocked, it would be good."

Bath has heard these sounds before.

Leaving only the footsteps, the signs of rock were gone.

"Save your magic."

I received a reply from one of Bath's allies who could use magic.

It is unknown whether this white smoke is caused by magic or not, but if it is magic, it is unknown magic.

The Green Groups (Berdegli Brotherhood) led by Bath are still said to be the best group of adventurers in Balduk because they have dealt with any situation.

It is also because the adventurers who are regarded as more than them are almost retired.

"The enemy was on the right! Let's go! Let's go!

"The carriage was going all the way!!"

- What is it!?

An order totally out of line came to Bath's ear.

"Hey."

"Bath!"

The members also seem to understand and are in a hurry.

"This smoke. It's not good to be stuck in this carriage. Let's take a little left."

When a member of the Green Brigade (Verdegli Brotherhood) moved from the carriage to the valley on Bath's orders.

The sound of a subsequent carriage coming into the carriage they had been using as a shield until now was heard.