Risou no Himo Seikatsu

A few days after Sanjiro's social debut was set, Octavia, who followed the Royal Palace, was visiting the Wang Capital Mansion of the Count Marquez family, close to the Royal Palace.

Its buildings, made of plenty of white marble-like stone and with a lot of arches, are those of the same period as the Royal Palace, which the amateur can see only at first glance.

This main mansion stands extremely close to the royal palace, existing from the same time as the royal palace.

Its presence can be said to be a terminal indication of the position of the Count Marquez family in the kingdom.

"Please stop here. I'll walk a little."

Octavia, diving through the mansion's gates in a splendid two-headed dragon car, speaks out to the squire sitting in your seat from inside the dragon car.

"I'm in awe"

The middle-aged man, who was accompanying the escort, answered so briefly, quietly stopped the dragon car with a familiar handrail judgment.

"Watch your step, Master Octavia"

"Thank you, you too."

Octavia asks the young lady to take her hand and get out of the dragon car.

This is the hottest season of the year. It was an octavia that unwittingly narrows its eyes in the sun until it was aggressive, but the inside of the gate has temperatures more than five degrees lower than outside.

An artificial pond full of water has been set up all over the garden, with trees planted so that the wind flows from the water towards the mansion.

Regardless of the modern Japanese, for Octavia, who grew up in the Kingdom of Karpua, born in the Kingdom of Karpua, the temperature is not enough to make her uncomfortable.

Octavia walks quietly on a short journey from the gate to the main entrance to the mansion, in a manner that very naturally embraces the guard with his sword down his front, rear, left and right hips and being solidified by the accompanying samurai.

The path from the gate to the entrance is laid with reddish brown cobblestones as a measure of illumination, with brightly colored flowered Southern-style trees standing alongside them. It's a big red or yellow flower that reminds me of hibiscus.

The colors of the Karpua kingdom are often gorgeous, not just natural.

The long dress Octavia is wearing now is also a glossy bright blue color. Shapes are the calm ones that do not reveal much of the body's lines, but their shades would fall into the category known as' flashy 'if seen in the sense of modern Japanese. At least not the clothes that married people in their mid-twenties like Octavia wear on a daily basis.

Eventually, when Octavia comes to the front entrance of the mansion, the large double-open door slowly opens from the inside before Octavia says anything.

Beyond the door stood two resilient men who pushed the door open and an elegant old man.

Welcome home, Master Octavia.

The young Countess replies with a smile to the old butler at Wangdu Mansion, who greeted her with the same restful voice as usual.

"I'm home, Serrio. Is that guy in his usual room?

"Yes, the hall is waiting upstairs."

"Really? Now, after you get dressed and dust off, tell them we're on our way."

"Ha, I'm in awe"

"Nice to meet you"

As he labored the old butler, whom he paid a respectful tribute to, Octavia laughed fuzzily, attracting the samurai and leaving her in a light foothold, disappearing behind the mansion.

Then about half an hour later. Octavia was in one of the mansions, face-to-face with her husband, Count Manuel Marquez, for the first time in half a month.

"Welcome home, Octavia"

Rising from a wooden chair that gives him a sense of life, Count Marquez welcomes his beloved wife, two turns younger, with his hands wide open.

Count Marquez is a middle-aged aristocrat with a good width.

Back in the year, would it be about mid forties to early fifties? I'm not very tall. Alongside the one hundred and seventy-two centimeters of Okijiro, there will probably be little difference. The abdominal area is thickened for age, but the short, cut hair and beard look younger than the actual age because they retain a glossy black color.

"Long time no see, you"

Octavia, who showed her husband the smile of an undecorated vegetable, receives a gentle embrace as it is. The husband of the right width and his luxurious, small wife often hugged him and then lowered back in the form of a meeting to the seat set in the corner of the room.

The sun that plunges through the window is as hot as ever, but the wind blowing through the room surprisingly brings coolness, as there is a running water moat under the window.

The right-width Count Marquez began to speak, with a slightly more serious look when he moistened his throat with the cold tea he had the samurai bring him.

"Thank you for your hard work, Octavia. Sorry for the rush."

"No, I put up the great responsibility of being a respected educator. I'm the one thanking you."

"Right. Yeah, that's right."

As always, Count Marquez leaks a bitter laugh at his wife's response, which is devoid of poisonous shards.

Generally speaking, upstream society women say they are good at fixing words and expressions, but this young later wife is one of the few exceptions. If all her words and actions were acts, Uncle Marquez would fall into serious female distrust.

"So, what was Master Zenzilow like? Let me hear your unapologetic opinion."

"Yes, he felt very good. I think you're highly motivated to learn, and you're humanly trustworthy."

"Hmm, I see"

Count Marquez nodded for a while and asked from his wife's mouth about becoming the queen's companion.

Octavia's people appraisal eye can be largely trusted, except for the disadvantage that "people are too good". Just about a tenth of the beauty she says, and if you think about the faults magnified about ten times, the approximate figure is imaginable.

Translating Octavia's words into Count Marquez, apparently, a man named Zenzilow is "sweetly tolerant of those below," meaning that "masculine virtues, such as hegemony and upliftment, are devoid of shards" and "intelligent enough to understand the position he is placed in".

Honestly, it's a less appropriate personality as a stepping stone to a little bit of royalty.

Being ambitious, conservative, and rational is difficult to get involved in a conspiracy.

Nevertheless, Zenzilow is virtually the only man in the Karpua royal family. It is a rare talent to watch in silence because it is difficult to reach.

After much reticence, Count Marquez asked for his opinion frankly.

"Oktavia, then. Assuming Mr. Zenzilow has a flank room, what kind of person do you think would be good for you?

Octavia was also born a senior nobleman. You should be used to the subject of this hand, but surprisingly Octavia shakes her neck sideways after a slight bitter laugh.

"I think you should stop doing that for a while. It is enough to count that I have seen firsthand where His Majesty Aura and Master Zenzilow are lined up, but I can feel that the two of you are very much in harmony, even just from the daily words and deeds of Master Zenzilow and from the stories of the maids who serve in the backhouse.

Even if the side chamber is now raised to the rear palace, it probably doesn't have a place for itself?

Naturally, the position of the side chamber is usually overwhelmingly lower than that of the righteous queen. Well, this case is not 'king' and 'queen' and 'side chamber', but 'queen' and 'his partner' and 'side chamber'.

Typically, the king's affection is the only side room where the public position is weaker than that of the righteous queen and is often born lower than that of the righteous queen. If, in that affection, there is no room to enter between Zenzilow and Queen Aura, surely there is only a mundane future awaiting the side chambers thrown in.

"Hmm, not so much..."

"Yes."

In Octavia's reply, Count Marquez twisted his neck in such a way that he was poked in the void.

It is a little out of my imagination that Count Marquez is never a fool or a hard-headed person, but there is still a man who can love that 'Queen Aura' so much.

As can be seen from welcoming Octavia to his posterior wife, Countess Marquez's hobby does not basically leak into the example of a common aristocratic man in the Kingdom of Karpua.

In other words, the kind of woman who stands a man up and follows him behind him in silence is the standard for a 'good woman'.

From such Count Marquez's point of view, a human being who says Aura Karpua is, as a king, "such a jewel that it is spared to be born to a woman", but as a single woman, it is difficult to say that she is not very, but attractive.

Count Marquez asks again, just in case.

"Master Zenzilow says he is more loving to His Majesty Aura than he is to his heart?

"Yes. In the first place, if you don't have that kind of ambition or desire for power, isn't the only reason you've come to this world until you abandon the world you were born and raised in, is your love for Your Majesty?

To be precise, the reason why Sanjiro accepted Aura's marriage was because he said he had half a love for Aura and half an urge to escape from his role as a half black company, but only Sanjiro himself knew so much about it.

But in any case, if Queen Aura is the type of person that Good Giro prefers, it's a bit of a tough story to do as Count Marquez. The kingdom of Karpua is a dominant power in the southwestern part of the continent, but only a woman like Aura is Aura. At least, I'm not in Count Marquez's handkerchief.

"Hmm. If so, for a while, would it be better to stand and behave in the direction of the two sires' friendship"

Count Marquez groans so. Originally, the Count Marquez family is a famous family with sufficient power in the present administration. For the sake of the prosperity of the clan and the expansion of its territory, it is like the half-intuitive of a high-ranking nobleman to stretch the number of manoeuvres, but he is not in a position where it is necessary to wager with knowledge of the risks.

If the queen and her son-in-law are so close, it might be better to start by supporting the two honeymoons for the time being to improve the queen's heart certificate.

In fact, it is an indisputable fact that the Queen makes children with son-in-law takes precedence over son-in-law spreading royal blood with side chambers.

"Yes, I think that would be good too"

Octavia nodded with a heartfelt happy smile at her husband's conclusion.

Octavia is also aware that, as the sexuality of high nobility, noble/royal marriages take precedence over the survival of blood and connections between houses over romance between men and women.

But based on the reality that I said so, I still emotionally want the men and women I love to have a happy family without being sidelined.

I don't even know what's inside of such a loving wife. Count Marquez shrugs.

"Nevertheless, I do not know the hobby of Lady Zenzilow."

If you put it in Aura's ear, that whine, which could be charged with disrespect, was the sincere words of Count Marquez.

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Around the same time, Queen Aura had been visiting the King's Army Exercise Ground outside the King's Capital for the first time in a long time.

Plants around here that hit the southwestern part of the continent are famous for their unusually fast growth and as soon as they fail to take care of them, the fields become full of weeds, but on boulders this is an exercise ground where thousands of armed humans and hundreds of runners run around all the time.

Especially since I didn't do anything to say care for it, as far as I can see around here, the stripping red soil is spreading.

Today, we are using the exercise area, arguably the most elite of the Royal Army, in the face of the 'Bow Cavalry Regiment'.

Generally speaking, creatures that carry people in the southern part of the continent are a type of large lizard called a runaway dragon.

The runaway dragon boasts more than twice the body body of a horse, although it is slightly inferior to the 'horse' used in the northern part of the continent, and its power is not the ratio of horses. It is assumed to be roughly three to five times more powerful than large horses used as military horses in northern countries.

As a sex of a variable temperature animal, there is also a fatal weakness that slows activity as soon as temperatures drop above a certain level, but it is a weakness that rarely surfaces here in the southern part of the continent.

Aura, who visited the exercise area, follows General Fabio Pujol beside him and turns his sights to more than a hundred cavalry men aligning themselves in front of him.

Aura's outfit is a military outfit. Its military costume, based on red, which is also the symbolic colour of the Karpua royal family, is a substitute for ease of movement and sturdiness in principle, although decorative patterns are sewn in gold thread on the collar and sleeves.

But that uniform, which can be described as' wild ', also makes a different impression when Aura wears it.

Even the thick fabric of the military uniform cannot hide Aura's rich chest or her larger ass. Not to mention the need to lower your sword on your hips, which is why you're tightening your waist with a thick belt.

In response, the creased waist accentuates the richness of the chest and buttocks.

If there was Yoshijiro on this occasion, he would have been happy with Sakashi "Eye Blessing, Eye Blessing".

Most of all, the trained kingdom knights couldn't have turned a blind eye to the queen during the exercise.

The large exercise area is quiet as if it had hit the water.

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The serenity itself tells the story of the sophistication of these knights. If it's just humans, all the knights in front of them are riding dragonwalkers.

If more than a hundred runaway dragons gather in one place, and no one and no queues are disturbed, it is not something you can do inside that you will not be excited to make runaway dragons sizzle.

Satisfied with the result, Aura nodded one, tapping lightly on his left hand with a short whip that also held his right hand, and ordered.

"Get started."

"Ha. Okay, here we go!

At the word of Aura, General Pujol, standing next to him, flies an order to the cavalry, aloud commensurate with his splendid body.

"" "Ooh!

The cavalry whipped dragons to show the fruits of their daily training when they raised their voice like an anger.

The Dragon Knights are prestigious and show their daily achievements to the Queen and General.

He who holds a long spear in his hand and makes an assault. He who skilfully walks dragons down evil paths made of muddings and rows of fallen trees. And also to be said of the floral shape, he who shows off his riding bow and is shooting through distant targets with arrows while still straddling the back of a dragon.

Aura speaks to General Pujols, who stands beside her, not caring at all about her face and hair getting dirty with the soil and dust on her feet.

"That's quite something. Well, I've worked out so far."

To the Queen's words, the General of the Ambitious strangely bows his head.

"Ha, thank you. At present, the cavalry's adequacy rate has finally exceeded 80%. I was wondering if we could have the number of appointments this year or next year."

"Did you put it back up to 80% in five years? Well done, General."

It was this cavalry regiment, also called the pillar of the National Army, that suffered the most serious damage in the war ahead.

The replenishment of the cavalry takes enormous amounts of money and time. We need to raise dragons and teach dragons, as well as those who ride them.

If in six or seven years it can be restored to a constant, then surely that may be said to be one feat. Most of all, all the knights to be replenished are young knights with no real combat experience. Even if the numbers return, the quality will not extend far to the Knights in War.

To Aura's compliments, General Pujol replies with his neck shaking sideways, without breaking his stern expression.

"Please call the dragon stables breeders. They are the greatest credit."

"Right, let's do that"

To General Pujol's words, Aura honestly agreed.

As a riding animal grown by a man, if a walking dragon were to raise the point that it is greatly inferior to a horse, then there is the length of its life.

Compared to a typical horse's life span of twenty to thirty years, the life span of a runaway dragon is around fifty years.

To say that life expectancy is longer also means that you have a longer period of time to be active on the battlefield, but at the same time it takes longer to put the born dragon into practice.

If you are a horse, you will have a uniform shape as a military horse in four or five years of life, whereas a walking dragon will take at least ten years.

In other words, all the new dragons that have joined the army in the last five years are called dragons that fell back from their eggs during the war.

In the midst of the Great War, the hardships of the breeders, who secured food for dragons far larger than horses and raised them without letting them die, would have been extraordinary.

Either way, the enrichment of the cavalry regiment, which is responsible for the backbone of defence, is also great good news for Aura.

"With that said, we're going to be able to multiply our military spending, albeit somewhat from next year. Now, think of a way to use it."

As Aura recalls, that's how she informs General Pujol.

There is nothing else about military spending that can be put on top of it. We are talking about the tax evasion of the local nobility, discovered by the recalculation of Yoshijiro.

As a result of discussions with local aristocrats over a few days, Aura successfully increased the amount of tax payable to the treasury to a considerable extent, and decided to turn the bulk of it to military expenditure.

Originally, the local nobles spent the money on military expenses of the local army. To say that gold of such qualities, besides military spending, would simply result in a loss of military power in the country.

So far, relations with neighbouring countries are not such that we can be confident of peace that we can take the helm off our arms reduction policy, even though we remain in a state of well-being.

To Aura's words, General Pujol can flatter his mouth for the first time today.

"Well, is that right? Ok. As soon as you confirm the amount, gather your opinions from the person who started it and compile the military's requests."

"Oh, please"

Aura nods back, keeping her gaze pointed at the cavalry regiment during the exercise.

"Accepted. Fortunately, most of the men in the army are gathered in the King's Capital to attend the luncheon the day after tomorrow. Well, you'll be able to raise the report without taking the time."

To General Pujol's words, Aura makes his right hand with the whip swing pickly.

Needless to say, I am referring to the social debut of Yoshijiro, not to mention the standing party the day after tomorrow.

As I knew, this ambitious general seems intent on actively connecting with the queen's son-in-law.

I don't know what's gonna happen.

The interesting thing about humans is that the Son-in-law, who has no shards of that ambition, and a general like this chunk of ambition, sometimes look like water and oil, but the humans who said so can't care less about each other.

(I don't want this ambitious guy to be weirdly influenced, but it's beyond the realm of 'wife' to pinch his mouth to a man's friendship.)

As for Aura, it's the only story I can keep an eye on, but what I'm not feeling so anxious about is probably a sign that I'm starting to trust Sanjiro so much.

"My sister, too, is very excited. I would love to see your sister, Master Zenzilow."

"Well, let me tell my son-in-law that again."

To General Pujol, who showed his unchanged stripping ambition, Aura did not distract herself so much and returned the words in a calm voice.