Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The social arena that opens in the Royal Palace is sometimes called the "battlefield where swords cannot be crossed," etc., but that is perhaps an exaggerated expression.

For the majority of nobles, it's just a breathtaking place to meet the social community directly and blossom into a little public discourse. Delicious meals and delicious liquor entertain the tongue, and the dressed ladies, gentlemen entertain each other's eyes.

Such an elegant playground for the nobles. That is what the social world is all about, and using it as a "battlefield where swords cannot be crossed" is, on the whole, a very small minority.

But that fact is no consolation whatsoever for Kojiro either.

Currently, standing in front of Sanjiro is General Pujol Gijen, who has had the guts to speak from the other side, and his sister Fatima, introduced by the General.

Taking the line before the diagonal is Count Manuel Marquez, who joined the circle of conversation, and his wife Octavia, as they came to greet General Gijen.

And Aura, the queen who came in the name that she was in the middle of a conversation with Count Marquez, gently laying her hands on Yoshijiro's arm next door.

The vast majority of humans gathered around Yoshijiro, who made his social debut, were only a minority who saw the social arena as a "battlefield without crossing swords".

"Now, let me introduce you. This is my sister Fatima."

"I'm Fatima Gijen, Dear Zenzilow. You don't see it, you know it's a joy."

It was the young girl, ponytailed with long black hair, who bowed her head in a perfectly courteous manner after General Pujol's introduction.

The colour of the skin is a brown colour that does not leak on the average of the Karpua kingdoms, and the slightly connected eyes are also black.

(Well, you're a beauty)

Sanjiro muttered so in his heart as he "looked up" at Fatima's face, who raised his head. Yes, Fatima's gaze is in a position to look up, seen from Yoshijiro. There is no such thing as Fatima being up on the stage. Simply, this girl is taller than Yoshijiro.

Well, since my brother, General Pujol, is over one hundred and ninety long, it may be natural for my sister Fatima, born of the same parents, to be long.

The middle of one hundred and seventy will be long. Long legs, like making up half of your body. Poor chest and buttocks volume but thinner waist than that. If only in style, she is a girl that seems to work in show models even on modern earth.

"Hmm, that was the General's sister, the princess? Sure, the standouts are similar to the general's."

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I say so."

The girl, who was said to be "similar to her brother," broke her nervous face and smiled happily. If that look isn't false, it seems like a delightful assessment to her that she looks "like her brother".

(And does that mean brothers and sisters are close? Ask Aura later)

"Dear Zenzilow, When it comes to Princess Fatima, the last princess of the Gigens, she is known all over the country as a beautiful princess with talent. With that said, I'm a bit of a socialist too, but it's been a long time since I've seen Lord Fatima in person. No, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Count Marquez. Until recently, I went to Marquis Pernier's mansion for an apprenticeship."

The young Fatima takes the form of praise from the side and joins the conversation from the front with a carefree smile.

As for Fatima, who wants to hang himself up for sale by Sanjiro from now on, no matter how many good words are overlaid in his ears, the presence of Count Marquez can only be seen in 'disability'. The eyes of Fatima, who is originally connected, become natural and rugged.

Meanwhile, General Pujol, who is far older than his sister, is well aware of the foolishness of turning the sophisticated Count Marquez here against his enemies.

"Ha, Fatima. You don't have to break your face like that on purpose, Count, you're not the kind of person who uses color on you. Besides, next to the Count, there are the best ladies who don't even follow you."

Yes, make it a joke and slap my sister's luxurious shoulder with a ton.

"Oh, brother......!

And it was Fatima who protested for a moment, but when he was stared at by General Pujol at close range, the next moment he lost his cheerfulness with Shun as he hung salt on green vegetables.

"Oh, right. Again, when I get out in front of Master Octavia, I'm going to lose confidence, too."

"No... because I'm old enough. Fatima is much more beautiful."

Riding his brother's joke, Octavia leans down slightly blushing her cheeks to Fatima, who says so and makes a laugh.

Twenty-four, from the Octavian title of married, is usually a reaction that seems to be blamed for "think of the year," but the area where such tricks are still like that is probably why they are popular with the vast majority of heterosexuals and why some same-sex people hate them like snakes.

Fatima, one of some same-sex people, said, "Heck, this good daughter, Baba," the sentiment trapped behind her chest,

"You're really itchy, Master Octavia."

And I laughed back. Sarcasm doesn't work on this natural 10,000 year old beautiful girl. It is invincible in the social arena that if you attack openly, this one will be made a bad person.

Thus, where he deceived his sister's demerit with laughter, General Pujol continues his sister's sale without turning a blind eye.

"Well, certainly not yet compared to Lord Octavia, but Fatima is also the one with the inside sights. It's a little bit about singing and dancing, and I have experience with behavioral apprenticeships, so I act like a samurai."

"Well, it's rare to be a demeanor apprentice with as much character as the Gigens. But it's inspiring. In the future, I might have something to serve you."

"... Ha, thank you then, Sire Aura"

To Aura, who intercepted General Pujol's offense from the side, the General returned that word after a moment of mouth-watering. Honestly, keeping my sister close to Aura's side doesn't taste very good. It's worth it because it's likely to develop into a relationship between a man and a woman, with Kojiro.

Although I wouldn't even say "put my sister in the side room" directly to the boulder, Yoshijiro feels pressure enough to breathe into the selling offense that openly follows. On his back, he is sweating for a different reason than the heat of a tropical night.

Had it not been for Aura next door, she might have vomited words that would have given her the word, wholeheartedly wanting to deliver this occasion.

"By the way, that changes the story, what kind of woman does Master Zenzilow prefer? No, naturally most of all, Your Majesty, but do you ever get eyes on number two and three?

As always, in words and on the back, don't change the story at all, General Gijen cuts in from the front.

He has a pretty good gut around asking about the woman's preferences in grandeur when he says he has Aura next door. Regardless, since the royalty of this country is not monogamous, we will not be able to apply Japanese common sense as it is, but nevertheless, isn't the jealousy that arises in relationships between men and women common beyond the world?

Yoshijiro indulges in the urge to confirm Aura's expression by surprise. If we turn to Aura at this time, rumors will spread that "Master Zenzilow was asking His Majesty Aura when he answered".

But then, what should this place say? If it's okay to answer as an emotion, say, "I don't want it. Because I'm getting along with my beautiful daughter-in-law, but don't throw foreign objects into people's homes" things like that, but I'm aware that I'm not in a good position to answer so honestly.

"Well, I never thought about that."

It was Count Marquez who did not go on to remain silent and followed Gen. Pujol's verbal butt, who muttered so deceitfully, for a moment earlier than General Pujol could capture.

"Ha ha, the inner rapport between Master Zenzilow and His Majesty had been heard by his wife, but apparently the rumors were exaggerated but negligible. Master Zenzilow is obsessed with His Majesty now, and no other woman can see it."

Helpful. Half-reflexively, Yoshijiro rides the words of its Count Marquez.

"Don't tease me, Count. Well, I'm not saying no."

To the words of Yoshijiro, Count Marquez looks out deliberately and laughs.

"This, the Karpua royal family is cheap. No, congratulations."

Count Marquez answered and laughed deliberately.

If we can get this far into an obvious attitude, we will also notice to General Pujol that Count Marquez is fully turning to following Yoshijiro.

Aura, who refrains next door, has also been quiet so far, but if she cuts in too hard, she'll turn into her husband and fight back. I mean, on this occasion, General Pujols says he's isolated.

I don't know where or how I went wrong, but even if I can't do this any more on this occasion, I don't think I'll get enough results to match the risks. If you keep pushing here and make Aura or Count Marquez exasperate. If rumors spread that "General Pujol is in a relationship of discord with Queen Aura or Count Marquez," etc., he could induce foreign plots.

General Pujol is burning his ambitions to hold real power in the 'great power' Karpua kingdom, not wanting to rule the 'diaspora' Karpua kingdom. I think it's time to pull around.

"Sure, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your Majesty Aura has a wonderful companion."

Gen. Pujol gently slaps his sister on the back twice and sends the "end of the sale" signal, he says so himself and rides in the direction of the story that Count Marquez deviates from.

"Oh, even if he's my best husband. Blessed by competent ministers like you, and getting a fine husband like Zenzilow, I wonder if my lucky lord is not even looking for the southern countries of the continent, no, this whole of the Landrion continent."

"Ha, did you say the best on the continent? It's a little awkward when you can lift it up there."

"No, Count. Better not be too proud. Perhaps more than half of what His Majesty calls" happiness "is about Master Zenzilow. Our powers and so on are insignificant"

"I see, indeed. Compared to our best companion, Master Zenzilow, our loyalty may only be a small thing."

Afterwards, while exploring each other's tickles and sores, neither the Queen nor the General nor the Count carried out any aggressive offense, and time passed relatively calmly.

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"Done......!

Later that night, Kojiro, returning from a standing party, uttered a thought-provoking word and dropped his butt softly on a black leather sofa.

The usual room illuminated with LED lights. With the wind of the ice cube fan the samurai prepared for me, Yoshijiro, cooling his lit body, feels strongly "back" on the sofa where he could totally sit.

In the past month or so, I guess that means I've become familiar enough to be perceived as' home 'to this rear house.

Surprisingly, the environment seems highly adaptable.

"You took a hard time, Zenzilow. But it was worth the effort. You made a public announcement. The theory of unfairness with me and the rumors that I am unfairly tying your freedom will be somewhat sedated. Most of all, it's impossible to get rid of these rumors completely."

Aura, who answers that, also keeps her body on the couch like a little tired, still in an orange dress.

For being familiar with the place, Aura's fatigue doesn't seem as good as Zenzilow's, but Aura, who was constantly distracted, still seems quite tired, too.

"Oh well. That's good. This is why you can pull back and slow down for a while. Nevertheless... my eyes still feel weird"

With both arms on the back of the couch, Yoshijiro blinks over and over again. My eyes have been ticking for a long time.

Where the numbers have increased, the chandelier lights are only candle flames. On top of the brightness limitations of the flame lights, there is the disadvantage of swinging easily with a little air flow.

Missing light intensity, multiple light sources shaking. It's a bad enough condition to strain your eyes.

Especially since coming to this world, the chandelier's lights were tough in the eyes of Yoshijiro, who relies on the instruments of modern civilization.

"Oh, my vision's still kind of blurred"

With that said, Yoshijiro takes off his shoes while sitting on the couch.

The Karpu kingdom is a culture where barefoot is allowed indoors due to its high temperature and humidity climate beyond Japan, except for places like stands and balls on boulders.

The cloth shoes dedicated to inner wear and the long, sock-dressed Yoshijiro are wrapped in a ho openness.

"My feet are cool..."

Think about it, this is the first time I've worn anything other than slippers since I transferred to this world. Even now, I realize the fact that I was genuinely drawn to it.

If you take off your shoes and remove the buttons on your chest from top to two, your body will be considerably easier as well. After this, he takes a bath and excuses himself because he drops the scented oil applied to his hair, and Yoshijiro ends up taking off his shirt and pants on the spot as well, becoming a cloak of trunks.

During his time as a salarier, he had experience dressed in suits and leather shoes and played tongue warfare in the context of external negotiations, but the fatigue that remained in his body was not a ratio at that time. I guess the outfit that I can't be has something to do with it, but I guess I was under pressure for a position of great influence, which is still not comparable to a lower end salarier called 'Royalty'.

"Which, I suppose, will be easier too"

Like apprenticing her husband, who became a sloppy trunk, Aura also rose off the couch, turning her hands behind her neck, making a shrubbing noise and looking like her underwear. Previously, as a royal routine, I let the samurai help me change clothes, but since I started working with Yoshijiro, I let him meet Yoshijiro, who hates other people entering the room, and Aura also less annoys the samurai's hand in undressing.

Men and women half-naked from each other. It's not as shy as it is now, but it's not as dead a relationship as it gets unconscious.

"Zenzilow"

"Mm, Thankyou."

When Aura took two cold towels out of the fridge, she released one of them to Zenzilow.

Back on the couch, Aura asks Yoshijiro, with a towel cooled in the refrigerator, stuffed with sweat and fragrance oil that straddles her body.

"So, I'm sorry I'm tired, but shall I ask while I have clear memories? What do you say, Zenzilow? Were any of the aristocrats who met face to face at this festival particularly impressed?

To Aura's enquiry, Zenzilow stopped his hand wiping the scented oil off his neck muscle and thought.

"You're the one who impressed me...... hmm. There was quite a bit along the way, but it felt like he had it all with the last Gidgen brothers and sisters. Honestly, I can hardly remember anything but those two."

I guess I was half expecting that response. Aura sits back on the couch where Yoshijiro sits, grinning at her mouth.

"Again, well. Well, it sure was impressive. Shall I first hear from my brother, General Pujol Gijen? What kind of first impression did you have on that guy?

Yoshijiro misses his gaze at Aura's inquiry.

It was a question I was prepared to be asked, but at the same time it was a question I was afraid to be asked.

Yoshijiro stays out of sight and makes excuses first with badly chopped words.

"Uh, that, what. Somehow - I'm a man too, so honestly, when it comes to two people, Pujol Gijen and Raffaello Marquez, it's nearly impossible to say an unbiased opinion. Even though I haven't even met Raffaello Marquez yet, he's already had a negative taste..."

In the words of Yoshijiro, Aura, who looked lightly at him, stirred up a tingling laugh. Pujol Gijen and Raffaello Marquez. It's the names of the men who were once Aura's fiancée candidates.

Aura, who felt her husband's jealousy at the word "biased" between the two, realizes that a less hobbyish-like emotion of joy awakens in the back of her chest.

It was Aura who was unexpectedly caught up in the urge to extend her arm to her husband's body, but she remembered that her husband hated the smell of "fragrance oil" all the time, and remembered it just before.

As always, a well-groomed skinship seems like you should endure it until after bathing. With all this triviality, I can't wait to get evil feelings from my husband.

"I'm fine. I'm not so far-fetched as to pepper your opinion. So do as you wish."

Apparently, this is impossible to do over without answering. The noticed Sanjiro turns his neck to Aura, who sits next to him, and begins to speak in a slightly less guided tone.

"Oh, okay. Right... my first impression is that it's the kind of thing that only enemies and allies are likely to do."

Somehow I understand what you're trying to say, but in the words of Yoshijiro, who lacks a little specificity, Aura puts an interesting color on those eyes and asks again.

"Hmm, what does that mean?

"No, so, I don't know what to say, General Pujol, even though he has a sense of doom, force and intimidation, he's not trying to hide it at all, is he? Besides, I say my demands in a startling way.

If I'm going to achieve my goal, can I just say that I'm not afraid to make enemies? "

"I see."

Aura nodded small. I'm a little rude to my son-in-law, but it's more of a person rating than I thought. Indeed, Pujol Gijen, an aspiring stripper, is often disliked, instead of many believers, mainly in the military.

However, the rating of "not afraid to make enemies" is a little unjustified. General Pujol, a military man but also a nobleman from a famous family, is not so far-fetched a figure as to make enemies without darkness within the court.

If you put someone in front of you who can't turn to your enemies, you're a man who can use enough to have a loving laugh.

In the sense I said so, I'm sure Yoshijiro sees Pujol in 'prejudice'. Talk unconsciously and competitively to a man with the title of his wife's ex-fiancé, looking for the man's faults, exaggerating.

Yoshijiro himself is right, it is never a praised attitude. But if you are conscious and have the sight to just disgust yourself like that, it is not a big enough issue to highlight.

If the degree goes too far, all you have to do is watch out for Aura as his wife.

In general, it is very normal for a person to have dark feelings about a person who has a deep relationship with a thinker.

"So what did you think of my sister Fatima Gijen? Let me know what you think frankly. It was an illusion in my eyes that even seemed a little overlooked, huh?

Aura's eyes, asking so, had a slightly darker emotional color hidden from view.