Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Night stand-up party hosted by the Royal Palace. The event, which is regularly opened, is a place of socialisation for the upstream nobles, as well as an excellent opportunity to inform the country about the authority and power of the Kingdom and the royal family.

It's a ruthless story, but an event that opens at night is something that's terribly expensive.

Illuminating the large hall are a number of chandeliers, large and small, hanging on high ceilings, but the substitute of a burning candle there is by no means cheap, even in noble monetary terms.

"Bee wax" is also produced in the Kingdom of Karpua, but since bees are not successfully farmed like modern Earth, raw materials are requested for sampling, and "wood wax" imported from Eastern countries is very expensive for transportation costs.

To add, the chandelier is also a super luxury item in this world. What is more, it is a world where glass manufacturing technology does not exist. All chandeliers are made of silver and natural crystals. Even one little thing is a fortune.

In addition, the red carpet laid throughout the large room is a single piece that specialist artisans have been knitting for three generations, and the tall tables with food and beverages are all luxurious substitutes made by shredding a single tree.

Civilians, as well as lower middle class nobles, are a blinding, vibrant space.

In fact, the nobles in the lower classes inside say that the topic alone "I've been to a party in the Great Hall of the Royal Palace last night" can be exciting for a day.

Sunjiro, who had first set foot in the great hall of such an evening, was desperately trying to judge under the chandelier lights by creating a greeting offensive for the nobles and smiling.

"Zenzilow, let me introduce you. The man who will be this is Baron Pantoha. Earlier in the war he waved his martial arts as a knight captain, and today he waves his arms as a lord"

On Yoshijiro's right arm, Aura, intertwined with his left arm, reads out the name of one middle-aged man by saying so.

"I'll catch your eye first, Master Zenzilow. My name is Tomas Pantoja."

"Uhm, the lord's own greeting, is dauntless"

"Ha ha."

The middle-aged man, named Baron Pantoha, lifted his head, which he was lowering, in front of Sanjiro, who let Eagle Deep Nod.

While Aura, wearing an orange sleeveless dress, is fixing the large flower ornament that is arriving on her left chest, Baron Pantoha leaves straight in front of the queen and his wife.

Watching the back of the man leaving, Yoshijiro softly leaked his sigh so that his surroundings could not be noticed.

Fortunately, the nobles of this country are not so impolite as to hang a greeting offense not long after breathing to the royal family.

While the surroundings are careful and providing a little respite, Yoshijiro imprints a corner of his head with the human appearance and impression he has just greeted.

(Forty men with middle meat and a brunette Baron Pantoha. It feels like my eyesight is obviously selling the festivities. Somewhat evil impression...... and. Uh, at least give me a business card, business card. Shh.)

Sanjiro leaked a scream inside.

Even during the Salary years, the task of remembering the faces and names of business partners has been done, but the number is many, but less than ten at a time.

In comparison, there are dozens of nobles introduced today. Moreover, there is naturally no such custom as business card exchange.

Does the comfort at least mean that, unlike salaried men in their backs, the aristocrats who go out into the social world are somewhat more easily individually identifiable because of the many people dressed in distinctive attire?

Looks like the South, the woman has a sleeveless long dress, the man has a short sleeve shirt and a set large frame, but its shades and fine shapes are so varied that they are not comparable to the suit.

Thanks to this, there were extremely disrespectful keywords in Yoshijiro's brain, such as "Uncle Fat Floral Shirt" and "Aunt Purple Todo".

From what Aura has seen, so far, it seems that Yoshijiro has been able to cope without any major problems. Originally, this event called the Festival is not as loud in discipline as a public event without the need to acquire certain skills as a ballroom.

Not a bad choice for an instant royalty with a burning blade to make a social debut. For that matter, it would be an acceptable disadvantage to have close proximity to the general nobles and to be pursued in response.

When Yoshijiro thinks about it, Aura, softly away, takes a silver cup from the top of the table and returns to Yoshijiro.

"Zenzilow"

"Oh, thank you, Aura"

Sanjiro, who received the silver cup offered by Aura, realized that his throat had been dry for a long time.

The contents of the glass are barley wine made in this country. That liquor, low in frequency, strong in bitterness and, more importantly, lukewarm, was not a suitable substitute for Sanjiro's mouth, but the role of moisturizing his thirsty throat with tropical night air serves him well.

"I'll give it to you"

"Oh, please"

When Aura, who saw Yoshijiro drink up the contents of the silver cup, glances at the waitress in the maid's clothes who stood nearby, the service quickly approaches here, receives Kara's silver cup from Yoshijiro's hand and falls back.

You were anticipating that timing, or the next nobleman advances in front of Aura, Yoshijiro, just a little way out of the ho tension when Yoshijiro moistened his throat.

A pair of men and women, two nobles.

The woman also looks familiar to Yoshijiro. Ever since I came to this world, there's only one good guy who was drawn to the rear palace, except his wife, Aura, and the servants of the rear palace, such as a familiar woman.

Countess Marquez Octavia. And is that the fat middle-aged man standing beside it, Count Manuel Marquez? Aura's fiancée candidate, Raffaello Marquez's father, is one of the kingdom's leading aristocrats.

(Wow, I heard about it, but you're really a couple as old away as parents and kids. Beautiful afterwife is one of the romances of a man)

Unexpectedly, Aura squeezes the right arm of Yoshijiro, who was thinking of something unpleasant.

I was thrilled to see if my mind had been read for a moment, but soon I recall that that was a signal that I had been discussing in advance. That is, "I want you to remember your face, your name and your first impression whenever possible, important person" signals.

"We're out of time, Sire Aura. And the first thing you see, Master Zenzilow."

"I'll keep it for your invitation today, thank you, both sires"

To a distant couple of politely bowing heads, Aura responds with her usual compelling smile and introduces the two to Sanjiro.

"You've come well, Uncle Marquez, Mrs. Octavia. Let me introduce you, Zenzilow. This is Sir Manuel, Count of Marquez, one of the heavy towns in our country. There's no need to introduce Mrs. Octavia."

"Is your lord Uncle Marquez? Rumors have been heard. I'm being looked after by Madame."

Consciously chested, Marquez and his wife bowed their heads again, all aligned, to Sanjiro, who answered Eagle Deep.

"Ha. I hope this person helped Master Zenzilow."

"No matter what you say, Master Zenzilow."

Soon, I can feel the nobles around me asking about this one, looking intrigued.

Even the nearest one is more than ten meters away, so the conversation won't sound round, but the awareness that you're getting attention will always need to be kept.

With his unfamiliar son-in-law standing on his arrow and unwilling to let him scratch his shame, Aura turns aggressively to respond, keeping his left arm tangled in Yoshijiro's right arm.

"Don't be modest, Count. Madame's talent is a stunning one, no less a rumor. Counts, I want you to help my kingdom in the future."

"Ha, excessive compliments, thank you"

"Yes, Your Majesty. If I can help you, I will continue to do my best."

In principle, Yoshijiro, who left the response to Aura, simply correlates with "ho, right" or "hu, right" whenever the water is pointed at him.

Kojiro's social debut thus opened the curtain without difficulty.

However, there is no guarantee that the feast, which opened without difficulty, will be calm until its closure.

In the first place, the biggest aim in this festival is to let the public know that Aura and Yoshijiro are getting along well.

Given those aims, Aura can't always take the arm of Yoshijiro and turn to follow him. It would be rather counterproductive if that state of affairs continued. It results in eye-popping the reputation of "Aura is binding her husband's freedom".

For this reason, where a single greeting was received, it was from the outset that Aura and Yoshijiro acted differently.

"Hmm."

Aura and Akichiro, separated, walk slowly through the Great Hall by themselves. From all around, the gaze of curiosity is turned, but no one comes to speak to the royal family, Yoshijiro.

Essentially, in the courtesy of this country, it is considered disrespectful for a person under his or her nose to speak out to the person in sight. If it is a somewhat shattered place like a standing meal, some disrespect can get you to meditate on your eyes, but based on that, none of the things that can be voiced are equal to that of Yoshijiro, a direct royalty.

Even if I speak up, is it not regarded as critical disrespect by a country's heavy towns, such as the Lord of the Colonies and the General Class of the Army? But since humans with such heavy responsibilities are usually good at reading common sense and the air of the field, none of them dare to embark on the adventure of calling out to the 'own' royalty.

If there is a great lord or general who goes on such an adventure, he or she is a rigid man who despises the object of courtesy and courtesy, for better or worse, or a bottomless ambitious man who, even at such a high altitude, still aspires to ascend.

(I have no choice. Do I have to talk to you from this side)

Originally, as a salarier for small and medium-sized enterprises, Yoshijiro, who was not only exposed to internal work, but also to outings and external negotiations, is not so bitter a person to speak up to a human being for the first time.

It was at that time when the immediate royalty sought a difficult person who seemed to have no problem speaking directly, and Sanjiro slowly let his gaze sweep across the entire venue.

"Excuse me, Master Zenzilow. May I have a moment, please?"

A stately, magnificent man, suddenly advancing softly from side to side, lands on one knee and speaks to Yoshijiro like that.

(Uh, uh, yeah? Liar, have you been calling from the other side? Who is it, man?

In the manners learned by Yoshijiro, he encounters a situation that was said to be "unlikely first", and Yoshijiro reflexively solidifies his expression and turns to the man who kneels slowly, even as he panics inside.

"What...?

Take care of the utmost majesty, and the man enters the sight of the turned good jiro.

A well-trained giant body, even if it is on its knees, enough to tell it is "big" at a glance. Wrapped around its body is a boneless outfit with gold thread embellishments on the black ground, somewhat disproportionate to a standing party - it is the third formal outfit of the Cavalry Regiment of the Royal Karpua Army.

From the shape and number of room decorations on the left chest, it can be seen that this giant is close to the highest ranking in the present kingdom.

Kneeling under the chandelier's lights on a red carpet is exactly what Knight is. Nor is it the 'knight' of a white prince's palace. A 'knight' as guardian of a rough country, knowing the least courtesy yet finding a living reward for waving martial arts on the battlefield.

Sanjiro looks down at the kneeling 'Knight' and thinks back in his head.

It is the lord of the great lord, or a military member of the general class, who is critically allowed to speak up to Sanjiro.

If there is one who dares to speak, the one who does not even hang on his teeth, for better or worse, such as some courtesy.

Otherwise, so many ambitious people, aware of the risk of buying the Wang Dynasty and still actively seeking to connect with Wang Dynasty.

A man who meets all those conditions was kneeling in front of Sanjiro.

Sanjiro speaks to a man on his knees.

"Is this Sir Pujol? What can I do for you?

The man's name has also been heard many times in advance by Kojiro. Once, alongside Sir Raffaello of the Marquez family, there is no way that Sanjiro was unaware of the presence of that man, who was Aura's final fiancée candidate, a name that had been heard many times beforehand by Aura as a "beware figure".

"Ha, actually, Master Zenzilow would love to receive a gift. For that reason, you even spoke out knowingly of disrespect. It's a small thing, but if you accept it, it's an unwanted happiness."

The General Commander of the Dragon Cavalry Regiment of the Kingdom of Karpua, General Pujol Gijen, looked straight up at the queen's companion standing before him, kneeling on the red carpet, and said so.