Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The moon and day flow.

Even in depression, after a relatively cool rainy season, the western part of the southern continent has its harshest season.

If you are forced to apply it in the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Japan, the equivalent of 'summer' is three months. It is the second time that Yoshijiro has tasted that harsh season, where more than forty degrees is the norm during the day and not less than thirty-five degrees even at night.

That means that Sanjiro came to this world and a whole year went by, but there was no room for Sanjiro now to be fumbled by such emotions.

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To cut off some vicious sunshine and murderous enthusiasm, Yoshijiro, dressed in a ruffled room, walks around the rear palace living room, like a pre-hibernation bear, without urchin and meaning, much sweater from earlier.

"Dear Zenzilow, sweat..."

A dark-haired samurai, who was holding back beside him, removes a squeezed cold towel from the refrigerator, as if by chance, and offers it to Yoshijiro.

"Ah...... oh. Right."

Sanjiro brutally wiped his face and neck as he took a towel from the hand of a samurai, as he had been told to start and realized he was scratching his sweat.

That steady attitude without a word of gratitude was quite 'seemingly' from everyday Yoshijiro, but the samurai, who understands the current situation, rather turns her gaze to the Lord of delight.

"Dear Zenzilow, I'd rather sit down and rest..."

On the contrary, one of the young samurai so cares when she learns that it is an undesirable act in her position.

"Oh."

Right, that was when Yoshijiro tried to return the affirmative word.

"Gww......!

From the bedroom next door, I hear my beloved wife doing everything in her power.

"Huh!"

Yoshijiro shook his body unexpectedly, breathtaking. And wave your sweaty face and return the words of denial.

"No, it's still good as it is. I don't think I have a place to sit."

Queen Aura's Birth Day.

Without leaking into the example of the majority of male parents, Yoshijiro, who couldn't do anything but worry and rub his mind, couldn't afford to notice room temperatures above forty degrees, just kept walking indoors with the urchins.

"Excuse me, I brought you hot water!

"It's an extra cloth!

A large pot of hot air and a bunch of samurai with clean cloths disappear early into the bedroom.

Yoshijiro was just silently watching the rush.

From the open bedroom door, cool air flows into the living room.

The effect of turning the ice fan on completely. Exactly, we don't do unscrupulous mane like blowing cold wind directly at Aura, a pregnant woman just before giving birth, but we keep the room temperature as low as we can by putting ice in the deadline bedroom and fanning it on that ice.

Pregnant women shouldn't chill their bodies, often said, but it should be better for them than leaving them at room temperatures above forty degrees.

No matter how strong Aura is, she drains her body and mind in a long childbirth with more than forty degrees of enthusiasm.

Besides, I just turned the ice and fan all I could, and the room temperature hasn't dropped so much. At best, it would be something like 30 degrees strong.

As much as I feel the air "cool" for a little over thirty degrees of it, the heat in the living room just subsides.

"Damn it, I failed. We have to do something to successfully install air conditioning in the bedroom by the next birth."

As he walks around on the carpet of Ururo and Living Room Ream, Yoshijiro whispers so loudly that no one can hear him.

Given the size of the bedroom, which may not be thirty tatami, and the condition of windows and doors with so many gaps that they are not comparable to modern Japanese houses, it may not be possible to expect as much temperature drop, but it would be very different without it.

"Yeah, but it's more important than that that I get to see the magic of 'Moment Travel' first. If I could have used" Moment Travel, "someone from the Pope Gilbert family would have been here by now."

Since then, in daily training, he has already succeeded several times in activating the magic of "Simple Connections", a practice magic, but the key magic output manipulation is to the extent that the senses are finally grasping a little. Like Aura, it is still expected to take some time before the magic of 'instant mobility' can be freely used.

Either way, they are both stories of the future, and there is little that Kojiro can do in the present situation.

It is the role of Yoshijiro to be able to order Aura to use the 'Treasure of Healing' if the situation is life-threatening for the mother and child, but I do not want that to happen if possible.

"Ha..."

I don't know how many times it's gonna be. Leaks a sigh.

"Dear Zenzilow, have some water."

A samurai worried about Yoshijiro, who was still scratching her sweat, takes a hot and cold water drain from the fridge and pours it into a cup and offers it to Yoshijiro.

"Oh. Thanks"

With a breath of a glass of cold water, Yoshijiro feels sweat gushing out of his whole body again. Sanjiro, who just wiped sweat on his face and neck muscles with a towel he got from one of his samurai ladies and regained a bit of his normal heart, hangs the words of care on the samurai as he thought.

"Everybody, be careful with your health. I don't mind using the water or towels in the fridge."

"Yes, thank you"

"Thank you for your concern"

Today, for the first time, I came out of the mouth of Yoshijiro, a word that touched the ladies. The faces of the samurai break naturally, but there is not enough room for Yoshijiro to realize it.

Also start walking around the room with frustration.

Stop and gaze at the door leading to the bedroom.

I unconsciously put my head on.

Sigh.

And, again, start walking.

My normal mind, which I regained a little by wearing cold water, quickly disappeared.

"Oh, shit. Not yet or not yet..."

In the end, Yoshijiro's emotionally unstable behavior never stopped, from his bedroom to that moment when his energetic 'production' echoed.

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Queen Aura, give birth to her first child safely.

With the permission of Dr. Michelle, who was in charge of the birth, when Yoshijiro entered the bedroom, his beloved wife Aura, on the bed, had the best grin on her wrecked face.

Aura is not sleeping in an oversized bed that was originally in this room, but in a smaller bed that Aura and Yoshijiro put in later to sleep in another bed after pregnancy.

In the case of a bed that's too big, Dr. Michelle or the caregivers' maids dare to choose this one for the birth bed because they can't help you while standing outside the bed.

"Aura!"

"Zenzilow..."

To Sanjiro, who rushes to bed early, Aura brings her head out of the pillow just a little bit and smiles here. No brown face, no red hair, washed with gushing and sweat. As such, no shards are visible in the usual vibrant appearance.

"Keep going, you don't have to turn around."

Aura had a tired complexion, as much as she didn't think Sanjiro rushed over to the pillow and wanted to control it that way. But what comes to mind in that tired face is the laughter of the synagogue.

"Um, okay. But I'm fine. Behold, me and my child are safe."

Following Aura's gaze with her eyes softly turned to the side, Yoshijiro turned to the samurai, who stood across the street from Aura across the bed from which she would sleep.

A well-widened middle-aged samurai holds a twirling baby in a red fine cloth on her chest.

"Is that...?

"Oh. Mine, ours."

"My child..."

Yoshijiro glances in horror at the face of the baby that a good wide-width samurai can hold in her chest.

The samurai, who is also familiar with Yoshijiro, puts a personable grin on her round face and shows her a little baby in her chest so that she can see Yoshijiro peering in.

"Take a look, Master Zenzilow. You're right, he's a healthy boy."

"Right, man"

Sanjiro came to the side of the samurai holding the baby, bypassing the bed with glue. Again, I see my own child held in the bosom of a samurai.

"I wonder if he looks like me."

"Yes, but the mouth looks somewhat like Master Zenzilow"

"The color of your skin is just halfway between me and my son-in-law. The colour is pale for the children of the Karpu kingdom."

Aura and a middle-aged samurai with a baby say such things orally, but honestly, I can't snort at Yoshijiro at all.

Do you really think this creature like a monkey without the hairs of a tattoo that's not even bright eyes looks like you or Aura? The colour of the skin, as the name suggests for 'baby', is bright red and doesn't seem to match me or Aura at all.

Besides, there is something more bothering about Yoshijiro's "eyes" today than such exterior features.

(Wow. This amount of magic is more than Aura. Isn't it close to 'double mine' when you're bad?

Yoshijiro glares unwittingly at the overwhelming amount of magic emanating from the body of the baby held in the arms of the samurai.

Magic power is determined at birth, so it's no surprise that a newborn baby has more magic than an adult royalty. But the child of a man like this, I don't know what a monkey child is. I find it indescribably uncomfortable that a tattered little creature is unleashing such an outrageous magic.

Sanjiro reaches out to my son, whom the samurai holds, terrified.

On the crimson hand of the baby, when he tried to shake it soggy with the index finger of his right hand, the newborn baby grabbed Yoshijiro's index finger with his little hand.

"Huh!? Whoa, I got it!

They grabbed my finger.

Is that all it takes to remember something, to be touched, because this little hand bearer is my blood-connected child?

"Wow. Even if it's so small, you have five proper fingers..."

"It would be tough if I didn't. It doesn't mean you'll grow and have more fingers."

The middle-aged samurai, who is holding it with a trick she is accustomed to, answers that with a laugh so that she cannot strain a completely unsettled baby.

To her husband, who sees my newborn child and reacts as if she were a child, Queen Aura smiles as she lays her body on the bed.

"hehe, would be cute"

"... yeah, awesome. Cutest."

Until just now, I also forgot that I had rude feelings about "like a monkey," etc., and Yoshijiro nodded again and again, staring at my little boy grabbing his own finger.

"Argh, darh, aah!

"Oh, okay, okay."

Quickly, the middle-aged samurai looses the baby that is about to be hugged with Yurayura, as she softens the crying baby.

It was Dr. Michelle, who partitioned this birth, who called out from the side at a time when he could pull in the index finger that Makoto was letting the baby grab.

"Dear Zenzilow, First of all, congratulations. Congratulations. As you can see, Your Majesty and the Prince have successfully given birth."

To the words, Yoshijiro, who remembers that he had not yet thanked this old doctor for protecting the lives of his dear wife and son, turns to him as if he had been played.

"Oh, thank you, Dr. Michelle. Thanks to you. No matter how much you thank me, it's not enough."

"No, it's an extra word."

The old doctor replied so with a gentle smile on the street at all times.

"Whatever it is, His Majesty Aura is draining a lot of strength in childbirth. For today, I encourage you not to try to force yourself out of bed. Be sure to use the hands of two or more samurai when using small items."

"Oh, okay"

To the attending's words, Queen Aura returns the words of recognition so briefly from the bed.

"Now, if you'll excuse us for this. Dear Zenzilow, Your Majesty is tired, so please do not prolong the conversation too much. I'm sure you'll be all right first, but in case things change suddenly, please call me anytime."

What Aura needs now is a quiet space where she can rest her body and mind. Dr. Michelle left the bedroom behind as he quickly cleaned up his medical tools.

You distracted me, followed by all the samurai going down to the living room.

"Your Majesty, I am responsible for keeping the Prince."

"Dear Zenzilow, This is a towel. Now wipe your Majesty's body."

Finally, when the middle-aged samurai with the baby and the young samurai who handed him a cold towel lowered, only Aura, lying on her bed, and Yoshijiro, standing beside her, were left in the large bedroom.

"Aura"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Zenzilow"

Quickly, to Sanjiro, who wipes Aura's face and neck sweat with a cold towel, Aura narrows her eyes like a cat stroked in her throat and says thank you.

Does Aura feel comfortable with a tightly squeezed cold towel on her body, lit by the heat of the heat and the rush of childbirth? Aura is made to be, but remains.

Eventually, after wiping the sweat off his wife's face and neck muscles all the way through, Yoshijiro threw a soaked towel into the water bucket beside him and lowered his back next to the bed where Aura would sleep.

"... you're done"

To the words of her husband, cut out abruptly, the queen answers only with her gaze pointed at you, whispering.

"Oh, for once. But......"

"Hmm? What?

"But initially my sense of duty as king preceded me, pregnancy and childbirth, but don't blow such outward reason or anything when I actually look at my son with this eye and hold him with this hand"

When Aura says so, she gazes at the door that leads to the living room with some distant eye.

Yoshijiro gives his full consent to the way his wife looks at my son being held by a samurai in the living room, with a clear view of the wooden door.

"Yeah, she's cute, isn't she?"

"Oh, so much so that I can't help it, sweetie. I truly understand the need for a royal child to be raised by a nanny and a nanny brother."

If I grow it with my own hands, I'm going to spoil it sticky and set aside my education as a royal.

Yoshijiro, gazing at Aura, who confessed so, laughed as he blew it out.

"Sure. If they ask me if I can be raised with a whip of love, I'm not sure."

I never imagined that my own child was so loving.

"Speaking of which, what about that kid's name?

"Hmm? Isn't that what Aura puts on? I'm not familiar with this country's name."

To Aura, who has suddenly told the story so, Yoshijiro replies with a hipster on the bed, leaning his neck.

"Yeah, I'll name it, too, but if the parents are from another country, there's a custom of sending one home-style name to each child. Most importantly, it is extremely rare to have a royal family with two names because of the blood magic spill."

To Aura's words, he nodded.

"Heh, you're right. Then I guess I'll think about it."

If I knew that, I'd download it to my computer in an electronic naming dictionary. Sanjiro regretted it just a little bit. But, well, fine. Let my child twist it out of his own head about the name he deserves.

You could see the intention of such a husband, Aura laughs with a bump on her pillow.

"Cool, right. Let's squeeze each other's wits and give them a good name."

But because of laughing and talking, the tail rubs a little and a rough breath mixes in between. And when he heard it, he put his hand upon his wife's forehead, and said,

"Yeah. I'll think about it. But Aura, let's go to bed now, shall we? That's what Dr. Michelle said."

The queen, stroked with her sweaty, damp head, honestly agrees with her husband's words.

"Mm, okay. You can go if you want."

To Aura's words, Yoshijiro shook his neck to the side.

"No, I'll be here a little longer."

That said, take Aura's hand, which she is letting exclude from the thin upper hanging edge, and shake it softly.

"... right"

Aura stays, but leaves her hand with her husband.

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In the end, it was long after Aura completely fell asleep that Yoshijiro came out of his bedroom.