Risou no Himo Seikatsu

"What? You haven't received salt?

On the occasion of the morning council, Aura, hearing the appeal, jumped up one eyebrow with Pickle as she laid back loosely on the throne and asked again in such a harsh voice.

This is a small room, located in the deepest part of the royal palace.

In this dim room, where windows that take in the sun are also provided only small and small with a lattice, far smaller than the back length of a person, important agendas that regularly determine the fate of the nation are discussed.

In the middle of a less spacious rectangular room is placed a long heavily made table, with multiple wooden chairs on the front, back, left and right as well.

Aura, the queen, is naturally sitting on the short side of the table that hits the upper seat. Fabio, the secretary who refrains behind him, is only allowed to enter the room and has no right to take a seat, of course, or to make a statement.

The only person who has the right to sit back in a chair and make a statement on this occasion is a person with the title either 'Minister' or 'General'.

"Find out more, Ghazir Borderline Bob"

Aura called me by name, and a man sitting near the end of the seat stood up in a short voice, "Ha".

Uncle Ghazir is an old man. Some wrinkles from his age are engraved in that brown skin, which is particularly dark among the Karpua kingdoms, but if you look at the unspoiled motion that rises from the chair, around his thick neck, etc., you can guess that he continues to retreat from decay due to old age, with still harsh workouts.

Old and thriving old warriors report in a voice that passes low and well, well suited to a thick fleshy body reminiscent of that rugby player.

"Yesterday, my son, who is entrusting the territory, received 'Little Fei Long'. More than seven days after the scheduled date, they haven't received the salt for the quarter yet. The reserve of salt in the territory is approximately three months. My son, acting as Lord, is asking permission to send his own troops to the 'streets of salt' and remove the cause.

If I may add, I agree with my son. "

Having finished communicating the information in a tone that did not precipitate, the Ghazir border ambassador sat in the same firm motion that did not make him feel old when he stood up.

The border of Bahr el-Ghazir is a border territory on the border with other countries. Its territory, with no coastline or rock salt reserves, relies entirely on imports of salt, a necessity of life, from the margins. 'Salt streets' are 'national highways' built by kings several generations ago for the smooth transport of their large quantities of salt consumed to all the territory of the country.

Therefore, the words of the Ghazir border uncle were not something that would command full endorsement.

"I disagree. Regardless, it is important that no salt reaches the border, and I have no objection to moving soldiers to ensure the safety of the streets. But the role is not in the armies of the border uncle, but in the realm of the national army."

Yes, it was General Pujol Gijen who challengingly bumped the opposition head-on.

General Pujol, still in his early thirties, is the second youngster to Aura, the queen, among the facades sitting on this occasion, but bumps into his own opinion without being at all as timid of the estranged uncle of his age as his parents and children.

General Pujol's opinion is never, never wrong.

'Salt Street' is a national highway, so if you're going to roll out an army to ensure its safety, it's basically the national army's territory.

But neither does the Ghazir border uncle show any sign of retreating.

"Yes, as General Pujol said, I am also aware that the 'streets of salt' are the territory of the country. In view of past examples, however, it is highly likely that the delayed transport of salt is due to an increase in the number of 'carnivorous dragons' appearing along the streets.

If so, send soldiers to the woods and meadows around the streets to slaughter carnivorous dragons that attack people. And the woods and meadows off the streets are my border. "

Yes, take the gaze of a young National Army general from the front.

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Rarely as the rivalry between the great nobles, Aura, who watched from the upper seat the rivalry between the young and old generals from the front in plain sight, had an inner sigh on the surface, remaining utterly calm.

(You've been a pain in the ass. It is always the case that the Lords nobility dislikes the entry of the National Army armed to their own territory, and that Pujol Gijen wants to take military action in search of handles...)

Aura, who can circle the thought, remembered the fact that, so to speak, the Ghazir Border House had killed two of his sons in battle in the war ahead.

It was the eldest son, who was a candidate for succession, and the second son, who was named after him for martial arts.

Currently, the 'son' who keeps him away should be the only surviving three-boy. Sure, I hear he's a pretty late kid and he's not even twenty years old yet.

If you think of it there is also speculation as to why Uncle Borderline insists that "this one case will be settled by the self-governing forces".

(Perhaps in this relatively less dangerous case, you'd like to make your son 'just the track record he deserves')

As Borderline Uncle imagines, if the reason why the salt did not arrive is the damage caused by the 'carnivorous dragon' that appears on the street, the crusade is not so difficult.

Salt merchants, which should also be referred to as state-owned companies, as merchants bring in as many escorts as are unusual, but still their fighting power is only so fragile that it cannot be compared to the army itself.

It is quite unlikely that Borderline Boy Army will defeat a wild dragon against his opponent, no matter how much he is led by three boys with little experience in action.

Finally, from a human wanting a handle, it means it's a "yummy" disorder of greater strength.

Regardless, the circumstantial evidence shows that the presumption is roughly correct, although all presupposes that the cause of not receiving salt is standard carnivorous dragon damage, as they would expect.

Aura often thinks.

Advantages and disadvantages of leaving this matter to the Border Bergamot. Advantages and disadvantages of sending out the National Army.

Aura, who quickly popped the minimum loss account out of her head, makes a tense voice as she hits the two jerking generals with her voice from side to side.

"Fine, Ghazir Borderline Uncle"

"Ha."

To the queen's words, the old general, transferring his gaze from General Pujol to Aura in an instant, bows his head politely.

Staring at the top of the old general's head, where that white thing began to mix, the queen continues her words in a flat voice.

"Let us accept the words of Sir. Under Sir's responsibility, solve this case and show it to me. Brilliant and resolved, I will take the reward I deserve for my accomplishments"

That's equals, "Including the necessary expenses, full late payment. In the unlikely event of failure, it was also a declaration to rash all the blame", but as a borderline ambassador of Ghazir, all the important demands are in their proper form.

"Ha, ha! I understand. We certainly have good news for you."

With a wild grin to deepen the wrinkles on his face, Uncle Ghazir Borderline returned that word with a hectic caged voice.

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On the other hand, General Pujol, who has been completely rejected of the argument, looks obviously uninteresting, but not so impolite as to disprove the queen's decision on the boulder.

Beginning with General Pujol and watched by the senior nobles at the general and ministerial levels present on this occasion, the queen sits on the throne and tells the old general to bow her head, with her arms gently under her abundant breasts.

"However, what I have just said is only if I have conducted sufficient reconnaissance and determined that the cause of the matter was, as predicted, 'carnivorous dragon' damage. Send out a reconnaissance and make sure to call the Royal Palace again in case it turns out there are other causes. Okay?"

This is a little harsh. Originally, the status of Border Bob is also allowed a considerable degree of military discretion due to the need to appease the borderline colony far from the country's centre.

Aura's order, even temporarily, amounts to shackling its sole discretion.

But Uncle Ghazir, who understands the position he is still trying to leave to his inexperienced teenage son, because of the internal circumstances of the house, the case involving the 'carriage of salt', even if it is a matter of state importance, did not dispute.

"Yes, I understand."

To the old general, who bows honestly, Aura nods one satisfactorily, with her arms under her chest.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah, later, the reward is handed directly by me to the one who did the feat. Your son will be asked to come to Wang Du, so keep that in mind now."

and added in a tone that seemed nothing.

Meanwhile, the said Ghazir border uncle cannot remain calm. Pickles and, shaking his body, wrinkles between his reflectively thick brows.

Well, that too, naturally.

The queen's intentions are clear. This' reward 'is not a literal reward. Until we determine the amount of the huge' reward ', which also includes the late payment of necessary supplies such as supplies consumed in crusades and extraordinary benefits paid to soldiers, it is usually expected that the negotiation period will exceed several months, and in some cases six months.

Then, for a period from that few months to nearly six months, the son of the neighbouring uncle of Ghazir shall remain in the king's capital.

Invite the lord nobility of the border, with a strong wind of independence, to the king's capital at a young age, to increase the sense of belonging to the kingdom. I guess that's what Aura's after.

Nevertheless, in the case of the Karpua kingdom, where the power of the royal family is extremely strong, it is never a bad thing in itself to make connections with the royal family, let alone the local lord aristocracy. Rather, it is an essential part of maintaining the house.

The problem is to add and subtract a teaspoon. Not close enough to be drunk by the royal family and not far enough to be neglected by the royal family. I don't even think that my teenage son still has such an exquisite sense of distance in his parents' eyes.

But the concern is not strong enough to have to poke at the Queen's suggestion here and make the conversation easier.

Besides, if you're going to plant more consciousness in your son than in the royal family, you're also less likely to be reluctant to pay the reward. That is also very gratifying, as yet, as a peripheral territory on the way to reconstruction from the war disaster of the earlier wars.

Uncle Ghazir sums up his thoughts quickly.

"... I understand. For my son, too, there will be much to learn in the King's Capital. Thank you."

In the end, Uncle Ghazir answered and carefully bowed his head.

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Around the time Queen Aura was taking a decision on an important resolution in the morning council, Yoshijiro, who remained alone in the rear palace, was slamming the computer keyboard in the corner of the living room where Kido was due, blown by the cold wind of an ice fan.

"Okay, I guess this is the place"

With that said, Yoshijiro, sitting in front of the computer, hands together and extends overhead, relaxing the tightness of his body.

Spreading on the computer display is spreadsheet software that has been familiar to me since I was a salarier.

Next to the left of the keyboard is a bunch of inscribed dragon-skinned paper from "List of Tax Revenues of the Year," kept from Aura, overlaid in a mess.

I've been typing that data into spreadsheet software for a few days now, and now I'm just finishing up typing it all in.

After this, we need to review the whole thing at least three times to make sure there is no mistake in hitting it, but it is good to say that we have made a paragraph without fitting it.

After turning his neck and taking a deep breath, Yoshijiro turns again to the list of tax revenues he has just entered.

"But that's an awesome deficit on parade..."

As last time, the spreadsheet software notification ensures that 'many incorrect numbers' are displayed in blue and 'few incorrect numbers' are displayed in red. A high deficit means that in many cases there are fewer actual tax revenues than planned.

Regardless, in some cases you're making purely miscalculatory mistakes, a significant part of it would be intentional deception.

"Well, then, why don't you make it a little easier to understand?"

Sanjiro, who was watching the screen, adds an idea that came to his mind.

It's not that difficult. Next to the tax revenues that appeared on the dragon skin paper and the tax revenues that were recalculated in the spreadsheet software, a column describing the difference between the two figures was made so that the difference was easily understandable where it exceeded 10% and the ▲ mark was indicated.

The work will be done soon. If you type a simple formula into a mass, and then grab the bottom right corner of that frame with your mouse, and pull it to the bottom, in a flash, the same formula is copied in a vertical column.

Looking at the newly displayed data, Yoshijiro frowned and raised his roaring voice.

"Uh-oh, is this the only one with ▲ even on this condition? There's no chance of a simple arithmetic error or inadvertent mistake in a boulder."

Rather than that, if you can "unintentionally mistake" 10% of the tax payments, that low practical ability is a bigger problem than deliberately mistaken tax evasion.

Last year, Aura took control of it once and for all, but it still wasn't sweet enough to reduce steady tax evasion.

"Aura's in trouble too... no, you shouldn't think I'm another HR, it's time"

Sachiro tells himself so.

It's already been a year since I came to this world. As a surrogate for Aura, he is also beginning to show up in public. Forever, it's not "the hippo that's gushing". Even though the numbers are small, if you show your face in an official setting and exchange words in the social world, a bond in the name of dating also arises.

Even though Aura has returned to the tabular stage, it will be harder for Yoshijiro to return to full pull cages now.

Perhaps the least forgiving thing about it is the mental state of Yoshijiro.

As you can see from the fact that Yoshijiro originally left school very normally until college and lived a salaried life without causing any major problems afterwards, he is not a person with a particularly high 'pull cage aptitude'.

Indeed, at that time, when I decided to come to this world, I was feeling an unparalleled fascination for the days when I quit my job and spent my days in a daze.

But that's the charm I felt because the spirit was there in the days when Yoshijiro continued to cheat and sink into the mud of overtime hell.

Even though he was physically and mentally exhausted in three years of overtime hell, Yoshijiro is still in his mid-twenties.

Physical fatigue, etc. can be fully recovered after three days of rest, and even mental fatigue can be naturally healed if you leave work for a month.

For some time afterwards, there was no problem.

Time went by to jump because of the relocation to different worlds, marrying a beauty in the middle of the type of preference and a number of major events.

What's more, there were also a bunch of TV shows, such as dramas brought in from the other world, and DVDs that stashed up football feeds.

It wasn't a fortitude, but a pure sentiment that I initially felt "full of dazzling days of just sleeping, eating, watching DVDs and playing games".

The problem is that Yoshijiro's values weren't so deviant that he felt constantly "full" of the state.

"I wonder if it's time for you to increase my work. Now, I spend a lot of time mastering magic, so I'm fine, but once the magic class is over, I'm going to have plenty of time."

While sitting in front of the computer, Yoshijiro confesses his mood.

I've calmed down. The surrounding situation.

My own, body and mind, completely out of fatigue.

It should nevertheless be noted that, the same as before, the few obligations imposed and the narrow scope of action allowed.

In short, there is no place to lose oneself.

Around feeling guilty on his own about not being told anything by the people around him, but not doing any productive activities, I guess Yoshijiro's values aren't so much off the standard Japanese's after all.

Not so much a work addict "Workerholic" that it can be said that work is viable, that being a company gear is his vocation, but not so dull that he can sweeten the current situation where clothing and accommodation are filled without work, without any doubt.

"Well, I can't stand out from the standpoint of being my son-in-law, but if I go through all the apparent work, I won't have a problem. I guess I'll give it a try."

What Yoshijiro is working on right now is the refining of "distilled liquor".

Originally, Kōjiro, who knew that there were only fruit and cereal liquors with extremely low alcohol levels in this world, has brought home distillation equipment from the other world.

The heat source is a hot plate and the temperature setting is easy, so even amateurs can distill the liquor without fail first.

Most importantly, it's for home use. There is only a small amount that can be distilled at a time, and at the moment it can only be made for about the minute that Yoshijiro entertains himself and his wife's tongue, but Aura also showed a lot of interest.

There is no culture of distilled liquor, but there are as many liquor-loving people as there are. Even the unsavory distilleries made by amateurs show interest only in their overwhelming intensity, strength.

Fortunately, the very principle of distilling liquor is simple.

The boiling point of the water is about 100 degrees. On the other hand, the boiling point of ethanol is less than eighty degrees.

In other words, in a tremendously abusive way, if the liquor, a mixed liquid of water and ethanol, is exposed for a long time to temperatures between eighty degrees and less than one hundred degrees, the ethanol component will come out of the liquor preferentially vaporized.

Later, if we collect that vaporized ethanol so that it doesn't escape, and it drops, there will be an extremely dark solution of ethanol - distilled liquor.

Regardless, the obnoxious status quo of 'azeotropic' exists in water and ethanol, and it is impossible for an amateur to separate water from ethanol completely simply by relying on a thermometer in the first place, but if the distillation operation is repeated again and again, the distilled liquor with a high alcohol concentration can be created gradually.

"The immediate goal is to increase the concentration to an ignitable level" is what Yoshijiro said, but I don't even feel that it is moving a little out of its original purpose.

Ordinary humans do not drink alcohol because it is too thick and has no flavor or taste, such as a level of alcohol that can be used as fuel.

Nevertheless, the utilisation value of high concentrations of alcohol is sufficiently high that it would certainly contribute to the development of the country if refining methods were established.

"And then, I figured it was soap. No, the soap still looks fine, but it's the shampoo and rinse that sucks. Hey, I was licking the use of a woman with long hair."

Kenjiro, who turns his thoughts around, keeps sitting in front of the computer, putting his arms together and shouting so loudly.

The majority of the substitutes brought in by Yoshijiro from Japan are "reusable objects", beginning with electrical appliances. This is a natural decision because we know just how much we can bring in individually, such as end consumables, if we use them.

However, knowing it, it is the consumables related to bathing that Yoshijiro dared bring in whenever possible.

Solid soap for washing your body. Face wash soap for washing your face. And shampoo and rinse to wash your hair.

Solid soap is not so bad. I've brought in quite a lot originally, and every time I finish using it, it's worth taking care to get it out of the bathroom and not dissolve naturally, and it's going to be a long way to go before I run out.

The problem is still shampoo and rinse.

Because of Yoshijiro himself, a man with shorter hair, his own wife, who boasts long hair up to her waist, had a pretty sweet estimate of how much shampoo and rinse it would take to clean that hair.

"At this rate, you're going to run out of shampoo by the end of the year. For once, soap and shampoo have been searching and downloading handmade methods online..."

I have no experience making shampoos, but also soaps, Makiro.

On top of that, recipes picked up online tend to include "caustic soda" or "commercially available soap without additives" in the ingredients that are largely needed, so how is it not possible to get a substitute in this world?

For once, I'm also on board with a more primitive way of making soap made from ash and oil, but apparently this one is harder to refine than the one that uses' caustic soda '.

Furthermore, the kind of handmade soap in this hand is not a good thing to use immediately because it is finished.

Interpretation is a substitute made by an amateur with half knowledge. The number of cases where the cleansing power is too strong, causing roughness of the skin, or when unexpected ingredients are mixed in, and become painful and itchy, is also small but confirmed.

Nevertheless, even Sanjiro, who is trying not to say extravaganza whenever possible, is unlikely to be able to stand to lose the level of bathing relationships alone.

"Will the first prototype to be made be used for hand washing soap to see how it goes? Shampoo also washes animal bodies first, try... oh no. Livestock in this world is full of reptiles. No hairy livestock..."

The sound of Yoshijiro holding his head as he shrugged was so serious that he could rarely be heard.