Risou no Himo Seikatsu

A few days after Sanjiro was taught by Aura about the existence of the 'Spirit of the Word'.

Temperatures in the Kingdom of Karpua continued to rise day by day, finally about to start the hottest season of the year.

I don't know the exact temperature. The thermometer brought in has been turned over invisible for mental health reasons since the date of recording over forty degrees.

Physically, the temperature seems to be even higher than on a day over forty degrees, but the courage to just flip over and confirm the hanging thermometer was lacking for Sanjiro.

In the past few days, he has not even been able to say "unhealthy" to boulders, and Yoshijiro has spent the day closing all the wooden doors in the rear palace and lighting the LED stand lights from midday.

But that melting heat isn't all bad for Yoshijiro.

At a time when the temperatures of the dead are likely to persist, the Royal Palace offers a period of rest from noon to about three hours.

Thanks to this, Yoshijiro was able to spend the last few days not only at night, but also at day with his wife, Aura, in the rear palace.

"Ugh, it was hot. Compared to the office, this is heaven."

Aura, who came into a room in the rear palace where she closed the wooden door, first went to the fridge without getting lost.

"Ah, Aura. Good luck."

To Aura, who sharpens the fridge, Yoshijiro speaks as she falls asleep on the couch and plays a pico of her mobile game.

"Ooh."

Aura replies briefly with her back to Yoshijiro, taking Zarazara and ice from the ice making room as she was accustomed to doing, and putting it in the shake ice machine that was provided next to the fridge.

When the handle of the shaker is turned glued and a pile of shaved ice is made in a glass vessel, the strawberry syrup in a red bottle that is chilled in the refrigeration is sprinkled with dovadoba without hesitation.

While playing the game, I guess I was watching that next to my eyes. Sanjiro raises his voice in protest as he panicked.

"Hey, Aura! That's too much!

But Aura didn't move at all,

"Don't be cheap, it's also a diminishing thing."

With that said, he returns the bottle of closed syrup to the refrigerator and walks to the couch where Yoshijiro sleeps, with a glass vessel with shaved ice in one hand.

"I'll lose it! It's going to be so clear it won't be any more!

While speaking out in protest, Yoshijiro shut Patan and his mobile console and sat back on the couch from a sleeping position, leaving room for Aura to sit.

Around sitting on the same couch until I bothered to re-sit, even though there's another big couch across the street, the couple seems to be doing well, no matter what.

Aura carries bright red shaved ice with a long silver spoon into her mouth.

"I'm fine. Right now, the castle cooks are using fruit squeeze juice and brown sugar to make something similar."

To Aura, who answers that confidently, Yoshijiro is intrigued by the tone of

"Heh, is that delicious?

Yes, ask.

"... so I'll take this strawberry syrup. You can use the special fruit sugar juice made by the castle cooks."

"Hey, is that delicious?

"... Oops, my head became Keane. I can't wait for this Keane."

"Hey, you haven't worked so far in the end..."

You felt a little guilty in his son-in-law's jito eyes, the queen turned away and confessed.

"Hmmm... the food culture of the other world is really excellent. It's going to be hard to recreate the exact same thing."

Sanjiro sighs at the words of the honestly confessed queen. I wasn't expecting much from any of them, but I'm a little disappointed.

"Ha... then I'll use it to take care of it. I only brought one strawberry, one melon, and one blue Hawaiian each."

"Um, I'll take care of the strawberries"

"No, I like strawberries the most, too, but, well, no."

As for Himo's husband, who provides his daughter-in-law with all of his clothing and accommodation, that's about the trick of giving it to his daughter-in-law.

When Yoshijiro puts his mobile console on the table, he gets up from the couch and goes to the fridge.

Then, when one squeezed wet towel, which is heavily cooled in the refrigeration, is removed, it is released to Aura, who has just finished eating the shaved ice.

"Aura, sweat"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Aura, who was taking moisture and sweating from all over her body, honestly receives a cold towel and wipes her face and body sweat with it.

…………

…………

In the middle of the day, this room is currently shutting down the wooden doors and turning on the LED stand light instead because it blocks the heat and sunlight outside.

In the atmosphere as if at night, even though he remains clothed, Yoshijiro is deprived of nature and gaze at the appearance of his beloved wife, who wipes the sweat of his body with a towel.

Having noticed the obvious gaze of Sanjiro, Aura shifts her body direction and talks, laughing lustrously, turning her back slightly to Sanjiro so that she can put on her hold.

"But I just get the benefit of what Zenzilow brought in, and don't feel like I haven't been able to thank you back. It's like you're forcing me to learn from courtesy, common sense, witchcraft, etc."

Aura's words are true. Every day, a cold drink to mouth. How to take cooling using ice cubes and fans. Aura has never had more comfortable memories of the hottest times in the Karpua kingdom, known for its ever-summer months.

If I were to make a strong comparison, was it about the summer I spent in a royal specialty summer shelter built on waterfront alpine mountains when I was just a toddler?

"Fine, don't worry about that area. Everything I brought in was something I wanted to use myself, and even if I were to grow roots in a country different from the one where I was born and raised, I was prepared from the start to learn at least the cultural customs of that country."

On the other hand, there is no lie or falsehood in the words of Yoshijiro, who answers so. No matter how Aura had promised me she wouldn't have to do anything, she had stepped from the beginning that the likelihood of being able to live like a sitting dog just eating, playing and sleeping was not so high.

If you look at the history of the earth, even shaders like the king's side chambers are often driven out by public events. With that in mind, it can be said that, at the very least, it is inevitable that they will be taught common sense and the history of the country, so much so as not to embarrass the royal family.

Besides, there is nothing compared to the salaried life of Yoshijiro, who feels "I could have gone home early today" if I could have gone home before the date changed, such as "work" in this world, where working hours depend on sunset.

Aura, unable to guess such circumstances, puts the towel on the table after wiping her sweat and asks her to press in case.

"Whew, Zenzilow. Is there anything you're not free of? I know that you, who understand my position correctly, consciously refuse to make contact with others. It is true that I am helping you by doing so, but it is painful not to be able to return anything while still keeping your freedom bound."

It's been less than a month since Yoshijiro joined his son-in-law. If I say nothing, Aura also realizes that her son-in-law's words and actions, which do not bother her her, dare to restrain herself from bothering her with a full understanding of where she and her wife are placed.

Finally, the reputation of the servants serving in the rear palace, such as the samurai and the exclusive cook, is excellent so far.

He is a master with no hassle, no words of my own, no intimidating actions. As a person to be used, there will be no easier opponent.

After completing the interview, Aura accidentally went out of her way to warn the head of the kitchen and the head of the samurai "not to take the status quo for granted".

It is a creature that can be human. It is a surprisingly common story to say that a servant who has been able to become a hassle-free master will be unable to cope with his abrupt self.

By Aura's standards, my son-in-law, who brought me from this other world, seems to care too much about what's around him than he needs to, so that he can push and kill his own desires.

But that being said, as for Sanjiro, there is no demand I said this.

It is true that there is a desire to try to get out of the rear palace, but even if we consider the troublesome things that arise from doing so, it should be noted that we are not as exhausted as we would like to push through, and that the heat and dissatisfaction with food is how Aura can do something with the Queen.

Thus, although the "virtue of clarity", which becomes self-completing, is from Aura's point of view, the story does not go easily, because the Good Jiro, who was originally, born and raised only as a common people, has the value of perceiving as "ugly" the utterance of my self as he thinks it is.

"Well, I'm satisfied so far, yeah. 'Cause if you're dissatisfied, I'll say it right."

"I don't want you to complain, I want you to say hope. Well, fine. Anyway, don't hesitate. I want to reward you for your devotion."

Laughing graciously and saying so to Aura's smile, Yoshijiro learns a little flirtatious at the same time that he feels loving.

Checking the current time with a chill on the side and making sure that there were still enough lunch breaks left, Yoshijiro jumped to Aura with a joke up as he approached Aura sitting on the couch.

"Okay, okay. If that's all you say...... pay with your body!

The queen, instantly perceiving the intentions of her husband, who jokes and bumps into her, opened her hands and accepted her husband's deeds.

Hold on tight to your hugging husband, hugging Gucci and his body.

"Okay....... Ng"

Then, turn your arms firmly onto the back of Yoshijiro and join your lips passionately.

…………

But my husband's reaction was unexpected. If it's every night, if we hug each other like this, our husbands, who should be aggressively mouthing each other and crawling their hands on this limb, are somehow not moving like dolls and hardening their bodies.

"... what's going on? Zenzilow?"

…………

When Yoshijiro leaves Aura silently, he moves to the corner of the room and kneels in.

"Duh, what's going on, Zenzilow? Why are you looking dark while you finger the carpet in the corner of a room like that?

I wonder if she has had a passionate embrace, and Aura, unable to go about her husband's sudden change that turns and depresses her, speaks out in confusion.

To the voice, Yoshijiro turned smaller at the end of the room and answered with a voice whimpering as he wrote the letter of.

"... no, I certainly wasn't at full strength either, was I? I didn't mean to bump into you, did I? But come on, daughter-in-law, you tried to push me down on the couch, but you didn't even notice the fact that you were taken from the front of the gutter and even tried to push me down..."

Separately Yoshijiro does not have a 'macho' spiritual structure that makes physical stubbornness more of a pride. But still, there is something a little sad about being taken by my daughter-in-law as one man.

"Ah..."

In what Zenzilow said, Aura had her face obviously drawn.

(Shit. If you think you're going to hold me passionately, was that going to push me down)

Aura's body, not as good as the Knight of the Royal Palace, but having also been in action for many years, is well trained as a warrior. Though a little bigger than myself, I'm about as strong as I can laugh and take an amateur assault like Sanjiro.

But this world is more than modern Japan, it is a men's society, and it also has the value of physical stubbornness as a virtue. Aura takes the grief of her husband, who has been taken to push her daughter-in-law down, more seriously than Sanjiro.

What can I do? Unintentionally, the queen often thinks that she has shamed her husband. And

"Ki, yah."

The troubled Aura raised her voice and fell on the couch herself.

"It's late! I don't remember a special tackle that worked that time difference!?"

"... ah"

Not even for the penetration of Yoshijiro, Aura keeps screaming deliberately as she falls on the couch.

"No, so..."

"... ah"

…………

As the screaming Aura twists herself on the couch, a skirt with a deep slit in its clap turns and its wheat leg reveals to the middle of her thick crotch.

It's a sight I'm used to seeing every night, but this is a good one.

"... Ugh!

"Cah!?"

Good Jiro, who lost his desire, eventually decided that the time difference tackle had succeeded and was covered by his beloved wife, who fell on the couch.

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Then about an hour later, on the couch, Sunjiro and Aura, who were both in good sweat, were entering the study group, once again just half naked wiping their body sweat with a cold towel taken from the refrigerator.

Yoshijiro sits toward the computer, and Aura is in that diagonally standing position.

Next to the computer where Yoshijiro sits, there is a bunch of dragon-skinned paper brought in by Aura.

What is written on the dragon skin paper is the status of local distribution in the country last year.

It is Aura's contention that taxpaying documents are ideal for remembering the letters and pronunciations of this world, as they consist essentially only of 'place names' and 'personal names' and 'numbers'.

I didn't pepper that opinion, but Yoshijiro honestly pointed each day at the word Aura wrote, shot it with a digital camera video to read it, and relied on the image to type into the computer spreadsheet software what was written on dragon skin paper.

The letters of this country, consisting of a total of thirty, were all already assigned to each letter on the keyboard a few days ago by means of a "foreign letter registration" in the procedure of drawing dot pictures with a mouse.

It's very inefficient because you have to convert it every time you hit a single letter, but by doing this, even a computer can type in the letters of this world at once.

That's how Yoshijiro created materials to study the reading of letters by himself, typing in the tax receipts received from Aura in parallel with the letter notations of this world and the Katakana and Arabic numeral notations.

Around purposefully using last year's tax paperwork, Aura just seems to have other thoughts, but apparent reasons do.

"So, Zenzilow. You finished your papers, didn't you?

"Whoa. I finished hitting it within yesterday. Print it out now"

Yoshijiro prints the data he punches into the spreadsheet software, which is the crystal of his efforts over the past few days, in a printer. This printer is a substitute I brought because it's a waste to throw away. Regardless of the copy paper, the ink change is a precious product with only three spares of each color, but if you don't use it either way, it will clog your eyes and it will just be useless.

Sanjiro, who has no particular intention of doing so with regard to the printer, economically printed out the data he typed in last night.

It was Aura, who watched with interest how the machine automatically spit out the paper, but eventually confirmed that the paper discharge was over, took that bunch of paper and looked through.

"All right, then let's see if the reading is correct. Zenzilow, read it from the first sheet."

"Okay, here we go, at first, Count Aubenis territory, tax revenues are a thousand dragon skins. Two thousand bags of wheat. The wood..."

Next to Aura looking at the printed out paper, Yoshijiro looks directly at the computer display and reads it out.

Aura snorts and listens as she puts in the correlation, pointing out where the pronunciation and numbers are strange along the way.

"Ah, that's not 'Viscount Bonilla', that's 'Viscount Bonilla'"

"Ok, not Ja. Ya."

Indeed, it may be good to get used to the letters because place names, family names, etc. do not work because of their inherent nouns, and whoever speaks them has a proper and correct sound in their ears. Moreover, the presence of a prestigious nobleman whose name is on the royal tax receipts is even attached to the by-product that Yoshijiro can be remembered as a priority.

If you think about it, it's probably not the wrong way to learn to read the letters in "Tax Revenue".

If you learn a hundred or two words, even words you don't know, you somehow know how to read letters.

In this world, however, there are no books optimized by beginners to remember the letters, such as "Textbooks in Mandarin" for first grade students in modern Japan.

Eventually, where the course on how to read letters using tax receipts has been successfully completed, the last thing Aura says is that she wonders.

"Hey, Zenzilow. There are places where numbers are printed in" red letters "or" blue letters, "but what the hell is this?

In response to Aura's question, Sanjiro answered with a rare and inclusive grin.

"Yeah, that's actually making it easier to tell the difference between the numbers written and the numbers calculated by the spreadsheet software by color. Red letters are few and wrong, and blue letters are many and wrong."

"Hmm..."

To Sanjiro's answer, Aura raises her voice low with a disappearing face of expression.

Generally, although tax receipts filed with the Royal Family, that figure is not incorrect or all recalculated by the Royal Palace side.

Anyway, the numbers are numbered. Not very much, but even if it's all recalculated and so on, dragon skin paper and labor costs make me look like an idiot.

Normally, after I glance through it and wash out the numbers as strange as I can tell at a glance, I just need to take a few randomly out and recalculate them with a punch out.

It seems that the random extraction of the extraction is also rarely subject to aristocratic territory that is "somehow" cordial with the great nobles and investigators in the country.

However, if you use spreadsheet software, then calculations to this extent are at a level where not one person will have any problems at all. Anyway, anyone who has done some clerical work in the company can do it because what you do is just make the underlying format and stick the numbers in there without mistake.

"Zenzilow, may I borrow some of this?

Good Jiro, who had anticipated Aura's words well enough, smiled as innocently as he could and answered.

"Yeah, fine. Don't forget to cut it. Isn't that what I say?"

"I know."

The queen replied with a bitter smile to the words of her son-in-law, who scratched her head.