Risou no Himo Seikatsu

A few days later, Yoshijiro was heading in front of the computer in the living room of the rear palace, typing in the contents of a covenant text that his wife, Aura, would read out.

Despite the daytime, the windows are tightly closed as heavy rain continues to fall outside.

Thanks to this, indoors, without the lights, are likely to have a hard time seeing the keyboard at hand. Regardless, it's not dark now because I'm firmly wearing six LED stand lights, but because of that I already have the illusion of night.

"In the case of…, the two kingdoms shall pay the Kingdom of Karpua three thousand gold coins as a penalty. That's it. How's it going, you got it? I'll read it again."

Aura, who was sitting loosely on the couch in a red maternity dress and reading up dragon skin paper in her hand, said so on her husband's back.

On his wife's voice, Yoshijiro rings the keyboard with his back to his wife, returning the words one beat late.

"... no, it's okay. I could punch it all in, I should. Just in case you're wrong, I'll read it over here, so can you check it out?

"Okay."

Having heard his wife's reply on her back, Sanjiro reads out the text he has just typed when he sits back on the chair, which is displayed on the computer display.

"Well, here we go.

1. Zenzilow Karpua [A] shall not have children with any person other than Aura Karpua [B] hereinafter.

2 · The two kingdoms do not interfere in any way with the direct line of [B].

3 · If the Kingdom of Karpua breaks 1 and [A] has a son with a person other than [B], the two kingdoms shall have the right to examine the lineage magic propriety of that child [C].

4 · [C], if the 'Granting Magic' qualities are recognized, [C] shall study in both kingdoms for three years from the age of fifteen.

5. If, while studying abroad, the two kingdoms impose asylum on the person, the Kingdom of Karpua may return [C] to its own country even on the way.

After six or three years of study abroad, if [C] voluntarily desires asylum to both kingdoms, the Kingdom of Karpua must not stop it.

7 · [C] has the right to spread the knowledge learned in both kingdoms in the Kingdom of Karpua upon return.

8 · If the two kingdoms break 2 and attempt to interfere with the direct line of [B] … "

Sanjiro even read out the Japanese text displayed on the display.

Simply put, the content of that text is in the form of further restrictions imposed by the two countries, from their respective standpoints, on "the restriction of the creation of the Son of Good Jiro" and "the restriction of interference in the Karpua Kingdom of the Two Kingdoms".

From what I saw, Sachiro thought that Aura was working pretty hard and that it was pretty pushy content.

Although it is clearly stated that Yoshijiro must not have children with anyone other than Aura, it seems to me that when I see that treaty being set in detail about the case that it is broken, I see this text as virtually unlikely to be adhered to.

In fact, the majority of the text is allocated to the handling of "children who can use 'grant magic', made to be born by a woman other than Aura".

Most importantly, as a good jiro, I do not intend to be a child with a woman other than Aura at the moment, and I have no personal complaints at the time that the child with Aura was not subject to any restrictions.

But it's not without question. That secret sentence, which is all but about a dozen paragraphs at best, seems a little too much for Yoshijiro, who is accustomed to Japan's tight contract text.

From that thought, Yoshijiro turns around with his body twisted while sitting in a chair.

"Yeah? What's up, Zenzilow? Did you have any doubts?

I woke up just a little bit from the back of the couch and saw the face of my wife smiling at me here, Sanjiro was unsubstantiated and convinced.

(Oh. Maybe both Aura and the two kingdoms deliberately left room for a 'convenient interpretation' in the treaty text)

It's hard to think that Aura or the hubs of the two kingdoms have been unaware of the holes in the intimate text that they feel are "big time" just at first glance, during more than six months of negotiations.

I have concluded that, but in fact, this is just a little too much buying up the existence of a royal family in this world.

It is an indisputable fact that the human beings at the heart of Aura and the two kingdoms are smart people who have been able to negotiate far more than Sanjiro, but as an original cultural custom, there is no custom in this world to exchange contracts with as much detail as modern developed countries.

It is fundamentally heretical to take into account all the possibilities that may be contemplated in the future, and to crush around to avoid inconvenient interpretations here.

(Well, okay. If you can't, Aura or Secretary Fabio will stop you on the way)

"Mm, wait a minute. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

Having thought of it that way, Makiro says no, confirming that there is still a copy form of A4 on the printer, and prints out the compact text that he has just read.

"Come on."

Yoshijiro, who took a copy paper written in Japanese with an intimate sentence, sits down next to Aura.

Aura, whose stomach is growing, is forbidden to fold her body forward.

Yoshijiro points to the dragon skin paper written in local letters and the copy paper he has now printed out in front of Aura's face so that his wife, who deposits her body on her back, does not have to move her posture, and expresses her opinion.

"Look, the first thing that bothered me most was here. Two and three contradict each other in the future..."

"Hmm. Naturally two..."

"But if you want to insist more than not specified..."

The two then continued to pack the contents of the covenant by making sure to keep their foreheads together until one of the samurai came to announce dinner.

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Rain in the rainy season doesn't stop falling easily.

When I was up late at night. Rarely, even after Aura had fallen back into her bedroom, Yoshijiro, who was still awake, was in the living room of the rear palace, spending time alone.

From the computer being launched, music downloaded and purchased on Earth by Yoshijiro is playing.

It's a Japanese female hop singer song that I've heard so much about since I was a college student.

While listening to upbeat Japanese pop music under the lights of the LED standlights, I look down on comics on the couch and I almost forget that this is the backyard of another world.

But such illusions also blow right up if you look up from the comics and look around.

Large indoors. Exotic furniture. And in awe in the corner of the room, the three maids.

You can't go wrong, it makes you realize that this is a different world and that you are royal now.

(But well, I'm used to having maids in the neighborhood, but I'm not used to boulders in situations where maids are in the same room...)

Sanjiro, with his face up on the couch, sees the samurai at the edge of his eyes and thinks about it.

(The maids can't get out of shape if I'm in the same room, so that sounds spicy)

Or, you can't let the samurai out of your room. They're here just in case something happens to Aura, who's resting in her bedroom. This is the only place for the samurai, beyond this living room, where there is a room that leads directly to the bedroom.

Even if I'm awake any more, I don't think I'll be able to spend any more relaxing time.

(Finish what you do and I'll sleep with you)

Having so decided, Yoshijiro, when he rose from the couch, sat in the chair in front of the computer and stopped the music.

In the living room, which at once became quiet, the sound of the tsars and continued rain coming from across the window, echoes. I didn't notice because I hung the music, but the rain still seems to keep falling. From the sound of rain, it also feels that the rain foot is rather stronger.

Anyway, it doesn't really matter how good or bad the weather is, but when it's all raining like this, I still don't feel very good about Sunjiro, who lives in the rear and royal palaces alone.

Octavia said it rains once every three days even during the rainy season, so I hope it's clear tomorrow. With that in mind, Yoshijiro manipulates the computer mouse and launches digital camera video data.

This is a video of Aura showing us an example of space-time magic. At the same time, the digital camera next to the computer is also placed in recording mode to record my voice. The image doesn't matter. What matters is audio.

"Mootimva"

Yoshijiro twists the spell Aura cast across the display.

"The first time. Mootimva"

On my own, I meant to recite it correctly, but when I saw where the 'Spirit of the Word' didn't give me an automatic translation, I guess I was wrong somewhere.

Yoshijiro launched at the same time as the digital camera image data, typing X on the leftmost edge of the spreadsheet file.

"Second time. Cut the world in a spherical shape based on my fingertips. At the price of this, I offer three hundred and fifty-nine magic powers to the Sky Fairy (Mootimva) '

Now the Word Spirit worked. Next to the frame left next to the frame I typed X earlier, this time typing O.

"Yeah, I think you're getting the right pronunciation one by one."

Recently, the Spirit translates - the odds that the correct pronunciation is being made are increasing slightly.

Nevertheless, what a strange feeling it is that the sound that should have come out of one's mouth is heard in the ear as a completely different meaningful long sentence.

Moreover, if someone else casts a spell, such as Aura or Octavia, only the Japanese long text translated into the Spirit can be heard in this ear, but if you cast it yourself, the magic spell and the long text translated into Japanese can be heard at the same time.

To deduce from the fact that the Japanese part that the Spirit translates sounds more like 'his own voice recorded and played back to the machine' than his own voice, is the Spirit working for the sound that is heard directly through the body, for the sound that the Spirit does not work and that once comes out of his throat and into his ear through the air?

Whether or not that Good Jiro speculation has been met is not a confirmation, but the phenomenon that "correct pronunciation" cannot be fitted can be heard properly in one's ear is appreciated.

"Third time. Moochimva"

Also, the Spirit didn't work. X and punch in.

After that, continue the correct spell pronunciation practice. It just doesn't make sense to do the numbers to the dark clouds. This is how you carefully pronounce each sound, punch its true or false into your computer, and later listen to and review the recorded audio of your digital camera.

Hundreds of spell exercises.

It is a norm, which Yoshijiro has imposed on himself every night since that day when he awoke to his magical perceptive abilities.

The list of ninety-eight X's on the first day, and only two O's lonely, has improved to 89 X's and 11 O's this evening.

Less than half an hour at a time, but this night of voluntary practice had steadily improved the pronunciation of the magic language of Good Jiro.

After finishing Norma's spell practice, Sanjiro turns off his digital camera and computer and heads to his bedroom.

"Are you off, Master Zenzilow?

To one samurai who speaks on behalf of him, Yoshijiro nodded small,

"Yeah. I asked for the rest. Because the contents of the sofa and refrigerator are good to use as usual"

That's right. Return the words in a cheap tone. During the night's bedtime, a mere samurai, who is not a soldier, can't hold her body without standing all night, and she has spicy things without drinking or eating.

Makoto's offer is not unusual enough to highlight as the lord of the samurai, but there is no doubt that there is a pleasant offer from the samurai. Sleeping a little hard on the body is also more fun than spiciness if you sit on a superior sofa made for royalty and eat cold fruit juice or often cold fruit.

If you're going to spend the night with just candles and oil dish lights, sleepers are pretty powerful enemies too, but this room is an LED stand light and keeps its brightness unchanged from midday, so sleeping time isn't that much of a struggle.

So much so that some of the young ladies look forward to duty this evening.

The samurai heads call the 'troika of problematic children', especially the loose-headed samurai, etc., so much so that they all dropped their shoulders disappointingly when they heard that they would no longer be on duty at night in the summer after Aura's birth.

"I'll call you as soon as something happens to Aura, so thank you then."

"Yes, I understand, Master Zenzilow. No rest."

Dropped off by three deeply bowing samurai, Yoshijiro disappeared into his bedroom.

Sanjiro, who entered the bedroom, closed the door with his back hand.

The lights in the living room leak in from the gap between the doors and the walls if the doors are not as sensitive as Japanese houses, but that's convenient for Yoshijiro instead. It's not sneaky to put on the LED stand light in your bedroom and wake your loving wife up feeling comfortable sleeping.

…………

Yoshijiro looked for his pajamas prepared on the bed relying on the light to plug him out of the door gap, with great care not to make any noise.

Sunjiro, who threw his undressed room outfit into a cage beside his bed and changed into a blue pyjama he brought in from Earth, walked over to his loving wife, who rested quietly.

…………

Hold a cushion to your chest to support your big tummy, and close your ears to Aura's face, who sleeps sideways, you hear a sleep called Susu.

Apparently, he's completely asleep.

Hot Yoshijiro tried to lift his hand from the top of the futon to Aura's big stomach, as he thought.

But I'm not getting any response back. Though thin, can't you transmit shock over the duvet, or is your belly baby sleeping with your mother, too?

For a while, he was Sanjiro, who had his hand on Aura's belly from the top of the futon, but eventually gave up, it was time to crawl on all fours and quietly get out of Aura's bed.

(Still, you sleep a lot. Except when you're asleep, you're defenseless. Or... because I'm the one who shows such an indefensible face?

Yoshijiro thinks that way about the condition of his wife who does not wake her eyes, even if she puts her face close to her face or hands softly on her stomach.

I don't know if I'm proud of it, but it's hard to overlap Aura's daily compelling and void attitude with her defenseless sleeping face in the bedroom.

I don't know the facts. But when I think that this sleeping face is the only one I've been allowed to see, I also solicit love for a moment.

(Oh, but in a little while, it won't just be me)

The child to be born will have both Aura and her sleeping face and smile. Realizing that fact, Yoshijiro suddenly felt a strong sense that he was going to be a father.

Wife and son.

Sooner or later, the child will not be raised in the hands of himself and Aura, as in the modern Japanese family. It's the nanny's job to milk them, and fine care is the role of the samurai.

But still. Even so, you can treat your child so that he or she can feel the love of his or her parents.

To that end, tomorrow's signing of the covenant with the two kingdoms must take the best possible result.

(All right, go to sleep. Go to sleep. I can't sign it because of lack of sleep, it won't be stylish.)

Sanjiro, who renewed his determination, dived into his bed and meditated quietly on his eyes.