Rabbit sage and masked nobleman.

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| Lordship Robrow |

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| Apricot Vinegar |

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Arsen looked over with a shapely frown at the report, which was duty-bound to be circulated by executives belonging to the army, with the king's viewed signature in the office.

"Execution is also. It's not calm."

With that said, turn to this country on the wall of the office - the map of the Kingdom of Celisanceum - with green eyes described as beautiful.

Robrow is definitely a place name in the end of the West.

Looking for "Robrow" with his eyes as he thought so, the office door was knocked.

Lieutenant General Padrick, this is Chief Pigeon.

"Please, come in"

At the same time, Arsene discovers Robrow on the map.

"Excuse me. I'd like you to confirm the poster for next year's soldier recruitment."

As a soldier, a gentle figure of thin lines and tail came into Arsen's office.

"Oh, that would be such a time of year. If you think I sent you out before this, you're next."

"Still, as an education team, I slowed it down for about half a month.

You don't seem to like being blunt, so we're quickly reviewing training and curriculum. "

Relaxed and laughing, when he offered Arsen a large poster that was round, Arsen received the poster with his hands fitted with white gloves, as usual, spreading it badly.

- Every time, it's a refreshing finish.

The poster depicted young male and female soldiers standing smiling in brand new military uniforms.

'Why don't you make it your job to protect this country?

and written in uppercase letters, then the application address is noted in small letters.

"The soldiers on this poster-- they're not military, are they?

Pretty good looking man and woman, but I remember seeing it "somewhere else" in Arsen.

But I can't remember clearly, so Alsen asked Chief Pigeon, who is also in charge of public relations.

"I'm performing in a theater in the country right now, and these are the actors in the troupe."

Chief Pigeon at the tail answers his boss without staring.

"Oh well. You saw it in the morning."

Every morning, he was a man and a woman painted on a poster on a bulletin board at a state-run cultural hall called the Art Gallery, which is halfway down the road to go when he attends work.

"But Chief Pigeon. I'm sure the poster actors are nice, but I think there are some pretty good looking people in the military."

Romasa Pigeon asked Arsen with a bitter laugh.

"So can Lieutenant General Padrick be a model?

"Excuse me, but I swear to the goddess of the earth that I would never model again in my life when I was younger. Is that so?"

Arsen mumbled his second "about to be" today, caught by Sergeant Pigeon, making his beautiful face bitter.

"I was the first to speak up to the dizzy and say no.

The next time you take a survey, it will be recommended that you speak up, or that you are too senior to speak up from here… "

"So, did you settle for an actor without difficulty"

(I would have liked to see Rico and Rai as models.)

Alsen carefully rounded the poster again with a circle, remembering the adorable military ladies who had recently gotten on edge.

Then, from below, the earlier report comes to my attention.

"I approve with this poster. By the way, Sergeant Pigeon, do you know a territory called Robrow?

I'll ask Arsen as he signs the poster approval on the paperwork.

"Robrow? It's definitely Western territory, isn't it? I remember there was some famous local cuisine."

I answered, receiving the poster and the documents of approval.

"I'm looking after you. Have you ever heard of a reputation or anything?

To this Alsen question, Pigeon twisted his neck.

"I'm from the East, so I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with you. However, wherever you go, I think there's something unique about the region."

Pigeon's answer was convincing to Arsen, he nodded silently.

Then Sergeant Pigeon left Arsen's office, thanking him briefly, saying that there was still a "leg of approval".

After hearing the door close, Arsen turns again to the report.

"Execution of nobles, is it"

Arsen himself is a nobleman, but for the past decade, security has been calm "ostensibly", including in his own country, and we do not hear noisy stories about executions and such.

Of course, the facility to bring the sinners to justice and make amends is well built away from the King's capital, but we have not yet heard the story of the confinement of the nobles.

(No, maybe I just don't know)

"The Hundred News can't be seen at first sight, but will you look into it for me first?"

That's right, he groans, cleans up quickly on his desk, folds his report into the pocket of his own military uniform, and leaves the room with a sword with his favorite fine sword in the resting place in the office, and also locks the door.

When I leave the office, I pull back the "present" bill on the entrance and call back "absent".

"Destination display board", which serves to represent the destination, which was placed next to the door, was specified as the "information room" and walked out.

Arsene's "working" army has military installations built on both sides to protect the Royal Palace.

The library on its way now was built in the form of a co-location inside the country's library, which was built at the border with the royal palace on the side where the military school was located.

This library also brings together people of all classes and occupations, young and old, from all over the country, naturally, because the people can enter the library if they make application cards.

A strong escort soldier stands at the entrance to the library, but "Chikuhagu" is somewhat smiling at the picture book corner near the entrance where young children quietly enjoy reading the picture books.

"Good luck"

The escort soldier greets him quietly, but the place is a place, so his voice often makes sense.

The children reacted simultaneously to the voice and rushed over to find out that it was "Alsen" who came to the library with his face up.

"Alsen's here!"

"Mr. Arsen, I don't want a picture book!

"Idiot, Arsen is wearing" gump "so it's" shitsuki "!

Then you mustn't!

"Stupid is dumber!"

In the order in which I found it, I called out to "gentle Arsen," and there was a small bustle in the picture book corner.

With a gentle smile here, but gaze at the succumbing children and pay attention to them with certainty.

"Let's keep the library quiet, shall we? Besides, I'm here for work today, so let's do it another time. Or if it's on a lunch break, I'll have a picture book with you, right?

When Arsen said so, the children were politely "freed" by stroking each and every one of their heads, if they honestly aligned their voices with "yes," you're a good girl.

"Sorry for the noise. I'd like to use the library today."

Alsen, apologizing to the military woman at the reception counter and to the man who came to the uniform of the secretary of this country, asked for a completed form to apply for access to the dossier room.

"You're as popular with the kids as ever. Please, it's an application form in the library."

The clerk's man, who is familiar with this scene, also smiles, giving Arsene the fill-in form and pen.

"That's a lot of applications for the dossier room today"

When a military woman speaks to the scribe, she blushes at Russia because Arsen looks up and stares at the words.

"Do you have a lot of users in the library today?

To this question, the military woman nodded, with her face red.

"- There's always only one person in the dossier room, but there are three today in the time between opening and now."

The male clerk distracted me and read out the curriculum vitae of the application form for use in the dossier room.

"Dear Grandor McGaffin, apprentice Louis Clover, you are Dan Lion, apprentice baker."

Hearing the names of those three, the right hand holding Alsen's pen stopped.

The male clerk does not realize the matter and looks at the application form and continues the words.

All three of you are still in the library.

"- Thank you."

He wrote up the application form and gave it to the clerk and Arsen headed to the dossier room.

Immediately before opening the sliding entrance to the materials room, the voice of Grandor, a loud, geographic best friend, enters his ear.

"Loblau is good at bird food, but it's just a little bit full of birds, but I'm tired of it."

"Hey, Osama. What is this dough juice?

(This slightly younger voice calls Grandor "Osama" by the name of Grandor's apprentice, "Mr. Louis Clover.")

When Arsen opened the door without making any noise and turned to the voices, the last voice he could hear was still a "relative" voice he knew.

"Louis, dough juice is the soft white one like bread dough is the one with the big bite in the juice. I've had it 10 years ago, but clearly, it's delicious."

Where food stories seemed to thrive, Alsen, for now, coughed up "Cohon".

Then the "ancestors" stop talking about local food perfectly.

"Robrow has a lot of understated personalities, and it's a good territory, but anyway, I've got some information that there's something a little closed."

Arsen accidentally blew out to Grandor's suddenly serious voice.

"Hmm? Is that clear voice - Arsene?"

It was a baker who became an apprentice named "Dan Lion."

"Mmm, it's true that this smell is Arsene. Then I lost something weird."

Grandor shows up from behind the library, smiling, then Alsen looks up at his best friend with a smile too.

"As always, Grandor, it's big."

Arsene herself is the average height of an adult male, but Grandor is tall in its first place.

"Don't stretch your back anymore. So, why don't you check with Alsen that you're in the library?

Going to the space Grandor vacated for me, Arsen nodded small, clapping his shoulders just a little.

"Yes, it's about Robrow"

I greet the "apprentice baker" I saw and the boy named Grandor's apprentice I saw for the first time because I found him paying attention to himself who came.

"Long time no see, nice to meet you"

If I greeted him politely, the boy bowed his head immediately.

"Ah, nice to meet you. I'm Louis."

The boy named Grandor's apprentice, who bows his head, is a habitual hairy boy with a rather loving face, with an impressive octagonal tooth and a nigga laugh.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Louis. So," Dan the Baker Apprentice, "is that okay?

Alsen confirms His Majesty the King, who has become an apprentice baker.

"Oh, I'm Dan Lion, an apprentice baker"

As tall as Grandor is, Dan Lion, with his finely crafted eyelids on his left eye, answers to a body that is too successful to name "baker".

Seeing a map of Robrow and a "tourist guide" booklet in that hand, Arsen silently took the report out of his nostalgia.

"It's also a report signed 'Your Majesty the King', could you look at it?"

Louis takes out the report. Interesting, Dan smiles bitterly, Grandor makes sure to observe Dan like that.

"Heh, even nobles are executed."

The threesome of adult men all laughed bitterly as the Louis boy gave him a voice that looked unexpected.

"What, did Louis think nobility would not be executed?

Louis honestly nodded loudly at Grandor's slightly dazed words.

"Until Osama made me his apprentice, he did a lot of shopping in different places and turned the territory around. Most of the noblemen were banished."

Louis says it as a matter of course, and to this, Dan "explains" to the boy, rubbing his chin mustache.

"Well, I haven't been told, but clearly, it's a lie. Once the seizure is settled as a 'great sin', it is stipulated by the then Prime Minister. Even the nobles have made a law that says" death penalty. "

Louis was convinced by Dan's words and the report Alsen showed him. Alsen has beautiful green eyes and looks out for Grandor.

Louis, didn't you tell me who Dan is?

Grandor winks tough on it

(Sort of)

And when I saw him answer, he raised the edge of his mouth small.

"- But even though His Majesty the King has admitted, executing as many as four nobles at once is not a mild story"

In the light of His Majesty the King's circumstances, Arsen gives an opinion on the report.

"When I delivered the bread, I overheard the bureaucrat say that His Majesty had to sign it because it was an ex-post report, too.

But when it comes to "grabbing people," if it does fall under the law, it's a felony, and it's no surprise that there's a "execution" after the lord who pays the territory has all the solid evidence. But it's tough from "me, the civilian."

Alsen stared at Dan saying so in a whitish way, but agreed with the sentiment that it was "tough".

Grandor looks over the bookshelf in the library and tells Arsen the results of his earlier research.

"I've been looking into a territory called Robrow, but I've done wonders and tourist guides, no obvious, just like that. It is also said that there are strict customs regarding the law."

"The most pivotal, the lord who delivers there, do you have any information on who you are?

"Duke of Apricot Vinegar".

By name, it seems a rare woman for a lord. "

Arsene wondered why the two of them would not touch on "the matter" when it seemed like the first thing they would notice.

"- Actually, not with regard to the Vinegar family."

Dan looked at Louis in the blink of an eye and clouded his mouth.

Grandor also has a difficult face with a successful arm.

Louis, is it hard for you to talk to me when you're here?

After a slight glance at the gold bracelet on my best friend's familiar left wrist - Louis complained more to the adults about detecting the air like that.

"Osama and the others, don't worry about it?. It stinks pretty bad, but I'm fine, right?

He roars woon like Dan gave up, then opens his mouth toward Louis and Arsen.

"At the end of the west, ruled by the Vinegars, Robrow has a relationship with his predecessors, His Majesty the King. That said, I have no blood ties at all.

Throughout the last few decades, I have maintained the position of 'territory and lord supporting the country' "

I'm closing my eyes and putting my hand on my chin so Arsene, who I heard about, can think of something.

Louis felt like a clap out and his eyes patted.

"Nothing stinks or anything."

"If it was tightly sealed and" lidded, "it wouldn't leak raw odour or anything.

I can't imagine what kind of stench that confined space was full of. "

Alsen, who has learned quite a bit about the aristocratic "back side," explains a little sarcastically to Louis.

Dan nodded there, smiling bitterly too.

"'Rumor has it,' his predecessor, His Majesty the King, at the time of the collapse and in one of his wills, said, 'You must not speak of anything until you have been consulted about Robrow'. So if you do as I say, this is it."

Dan does not hesitate to take the report he approves from Alsen and look at it with a puff.

Alsen and Grandor accept that the son of the previous king may be good with "facts" because he says "rumors".

However, as for the present "Your Majesty the King", I kept my word, but it is not funny that after obeying it, noble class people are being searched for the painless belly of the royal family.

"You don't realize it's weird to think that nobility is normal to be treated preferentially or special because you're noble?

To this simple question of the boy, Arsen answers the job - like a teacher in a military school.

"If that kind of environment has become commonplace since birth, it's something I'm not aware of."

"I wonder. Haven't you spoiled any 'nobles'?

It just sounds busy, to that statement of the boy, with his master Grandor poking Louis in the head.

"Louis, Arsen isn't a 'nobleman' at all?. So, does Arsene look sweet?

Louis says, "Hey," while Grandor smacks me in the head. However, I opened my mouth, understanding that what I said was truly rude to the nobility in front of me, and doing so at first sight.

"It hurts. Well, even nobles like this think I'm the exception to Master Arsen, who works in the military. What I'm talking about is, in general, he's not working, he's a nobleman, he's an asshole."

Arsene and Dan laughed bitterly at Grandor's interaction with Louis.

Now Dan tells Louis to re-divide it.

"But, Louis. Do you envy an aristocratic society that can insidiously continue to laugh at the failure of a single meal in the social world?

Louis has a mouthful of this too.

For Louis, who is clear and happy at dawn, I didn't like such a "world", even if I just imagined it.

Dan strokes his habitual hairy head slightly rampantly so as to encourage the grown-up boy.

"It would be unsuitable, but if it can't be raised to be, there is a very hard place to live.

The people in that place are making a lot of effort to be there.

Well, any profession of nobility requires some effort. "

And Dan made Louis' head even more gushing like a blindfold.

"Now, Louis, shall we return to the subject of Robrow, using your 'bitterness' to the nobility as Kaoru 'Kunto'?"

Arsen turns to the report that His Majesty the King has.

Dan laughed with satisfaction when he saw Louis, who had escaped by hiding behind Grandor's back.

Then he sees the report in his hands as chilling, and "pronounces" on Arsene and Grandor - his "heroes".

"Oh, right. Here's some information for you. country (...) king (...) sire (...) lower (...) to (...) b (...) b (...) u (...) to (...), secret (...) back (...) to (...) supervisor (...) inspector (...) commissioner (...) to (...) send (...) matter (...) to (...) vote (...) will (...) and (...) to (...) mi (...) yes (...)"

Arsen opened his eyes wide to the word, but returned the word in the sense of calling immediate attention.

"Just an apprentice baker."

"Everyone seems to forgive a good bakery for their feelings, it seems quite true."

I made a pretty forceful excuse for Arsen's attention.

But it really seems serious that we intend to send the audit commissioner to Lobrow.

Whatever it is, "His Majesty the King himself" says so himself.

"So, you're taking Grandor to the library library library to look down on Robrow?

You intend to send the lord of our country's leading big farmers in the name of crop research and so on?

Out of sight for this word of Arsene, Dan turned his attention to the booklet of Robrow's tourist guide.

"Come on, I (...) am a (...) country (...) king (...) majesty (...) under (...) books (...) people (...) j (...) a (...) a (...) a (...) a (...)"

It's almost up to you not to deny it.

Arsene sighed small and pampered back the report from Dan.

"By the way, does His Majesty know the details of the four nobles executed?

Roundabout, but Arsen asked far in front of Louis.

Grandor answers this unexpectedly to Arsen.

"Apparently it was the blood of the lord who was executed, no doubt. There was some detail in the following documents, but that's what seemed to stink raw."

When my best friend says so, Louis keeps his words like a glimpse as he alerts Dan and his face comes out from behind Grandor's back.

"The execution was a 'poison cup' like a nobleman, and it didn't seem like it was bitter at all.

It stinks like you're the reason I lost my blood. "

"Really, thank you, Mr. Louis"

Come to think of it, Arsen still doesn't know the detailed reasons for how Grandor made Louis his apprentice.

Last time we swallowed alone for the first time in three months, when we talked about the new soldier we sent out a while ago, Grandor was just laughing and listening to Alsen, later ending with a brief update.

Even if he didn't see him, and the exchange of letters he was doing, even though he was lagging behind for the entire educational period of the new soldier, Arsen noticed still more.

(If you want to ask Grandor, don't let this one spare your efforts to contact you)

If Arsene sighed small, he noticed Louis looking strangely.

"Dear Alsen, was I talking weird again?

Alsen smiles gently at words that concern the reaction of an out-of-the-box honest Louis person.

"No, I was just smiling bitterly remembering my failure for a moment.

Louis, this isn't about you. "

"- It's rare for Louis.

I can't believe you care how others react. "

The two nobles (royally included) in this word of Grandor...

"Ho."

I accidentally held my voice together and stared at Louis.

Louis the boulder also looks like he's stinking, turning his face red and hiding on Grandor's big back again.

"I don't want Osama's" Friends "looking after me to think I'm just a busy kid!

While hiding on Grandor's back, Louis responded that way for once.

"What, you, there's something surprisingly cute about it!

Dan grabbed Louis by the root and started to squirm again.

Louis starts gluing and "hey kicking" around Grandor with the two of us out of Sulri and Dan, whilst keeping his eyes black and white.

"It's a library for once. Stop kidding."

Arsen, frightened by boulders, called out to the two of them.

Grandor couldn't move and was smiling bitterly, but he looks serious and asks his best friend.

"But I don't know if it's just me for auditing.

This Louis, I'm gonna take you, but honestly, how far can you go about the truth? "

"- The other side won't want to be taken for granted, no matter what the truth."

I can somehow figure out what Grandor is trying to say to Alsen.

If it is easy to understand this best friend, it is Kokan, a good man with no shade.

Closed territory, on the other hand, that the subject to be audited did not receive intervention around long periods of time.

Alsen also knows that it will be easy to accept a sunless Grandor in its closed territory.

However, when it comes to peeking into the dark customs and 'darkness' of the land, it must be difficult.

"Robrow won't be able to understand the dark behind it, and then he'll accept Grandor McGaffin as an" agricultural exchange. "

Honestly, I don't like looking into the back. "

It was after trusting Alsen that Grandor showed off his rare and feeble side.

Louis looked at that with interest.

And wanting to help the esteemed "Osama," the "child" mouths out.

"Then why don't you let him be more appropriate because Osama isn't for that?.

Sounds like a raw smell, doesn't even seem like he's going to be okay with the grave rough, he's an inhuman guy! "

Arsene solidified into words that Louis could even joke about.

And the next moment, I smile so beautifully.

"Louis, that's a very good and wonderful idea."

As suspicious as the words are grammatically, Arsen can ask how she feels.

"Arsene, are you okay?"

Grandor begins to worry about boulders.

"What is it, Alsen? Did you come up with something funny?

Dan is niggling, but it's how he guessed what he came up with.

"Yeah, for something that stinks and is annoying, I came up with an idea to let you meet something that you can't eat and is annoying. da (...) n (...), you (...) collaborate (...) power (...) wish (...) i (...) su (...)"

Arsene smiled beautifully as she stared at the report and put it on her lips.