Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Morning meetings are, as their name suggests, morning meetings, and naturally, even after that, Aura's work will not be finished.

After finishing the morning meeting, Aura brought only Secretary Fabio to the office located in the Royal Palace.

"... ugh"

Aura, who dropped her hips on a chair in the cabinet, made of wood and a temporal throne, exhales loudly once to relieve tension.

I intend to be accustomed to negotiating and coordinating against a noble nobleman as a king, but my body and mind are still somewhat exhausted to make a major decision involving 'army troopers' like this one.

But the position of king is not graceful enough to wait slowly for fatigue to fall out that way.

Fabio, make the paperwork.

Aura, standing correctly on the chair, takes a piece of dragon-skinned paper from the desk and, yes, orders the secretary.

"Yes, please wait a moment"

Receiving that dragon-skinned paper, Secretary Fabio runs a dragonbone brush with a familiar hand as he heads to a small clerk desk in the corner of the room with slippery footprints.

The familiar middle-aged secretary returned to Aura with the paperwork he had just produced when he finished writing it in no time.

"Your Majesty. This way. After confirmation, please sign."

That's what Fabio just wrote up. Put it on Aura's desk.

The contents written on its dragon-skinned paper are: "Permission to conduct military operations in the territory of the Bahraini army on the border of Ghazir and order for the investigation of variations in the streets of salt and for the elimination of their causes".

Passing this letter gives rise to the legal basis for letting the Lords Army step into the 'streets of salt', which are, in shape, state-owned lands, and the great name demanding 'rewards for case resolution' from the Kingdom at a later date.

"... All right, fine"

Having reread the full text twice and made sure there were no problems, Aura signed with a ballpoint pen at the bottom of the document with a familiar hand.

The paper is originally burned with the Karpua royal crest ("Hourglass with sand flowing on top" is depicted in the "Open Door"), so if Aura autographs it there, it is the completion of the official documents.

Naturally, the dragon-skinned paper on which this royal crest was burned is kept strictly, and any human being who holds it without Aura's permission is, in principle, sentenced to death.

"So long, Your Majesty. Are you sure you want to deliver this document to Uncle Ghazir?

Aura instantly shook her head to the side to ask Secretary Fabio to confirm.

"No, that would take too long. The anomaly in the streets of salt is a matter for the state. The paperwork is' sent 'directly by me for each messenger. Tell Uncle Ghazir to select a messenger from among his men."

Send the envoy entrusted with the paperwork directly to the border realm of Ghazir with the magic of 'instant travel'.

It is the strength of the Karpua kingdom that can do this. If this is another country, we'll have to bypass the blockaded streets of salt and use the dragon rider to carry the writ in a relay fashion. It is impossible to create more than one official document on a boulder and have it transported to 'Xiaofei Dragon'.

Because of the magic of this' instantaneous movement ', the Kingdom of Karpua can, exceptionally, have somewhat restricted the powers of its peripheral lords in large countries with vast territories.

Even in this case, it is generally the case that, in other countries, only the results will be communicated at a later date to the central government, after the border ambassador of Ghazir has dispatched troops arbitrarily and handled them internally.

Just as the two kingdoms of Shalova Jilbaer operate their country on the assumption of the 'demonic props' made by the Shalova royal family and the 'healing magic' manipulated by the Pope Jilbaer family, so too is the Kingdom of Karpua, in principle, on the assumption that there is a 'space-time magic', the nation is formed.

With that in mind, it would be understandable why Aura, the king, is the only user of 'space-time magic' at present, would be seen as a problem, and it would be understandable for Sunjiro, who potentially has that power, to persevere and have a side room story.

"I understand. I'll tell Uncle Borderline that. But were you sure?

Secretary Fabio, with a small bow of his head, asked the Queen, so slightly meaningful, after making sure that all the letters on the paper had dried up, as he rounded that document into a wooden cylinder.

"What is it?

Is it the usual again?

While expressing the sentiment of Unzari in a dignified expression, Aura did not appear on the Evil Sword and, yes, prompted the secretary to speak.

Without moving at all into the queen's insured gaze, the middle-aged secretary takes candid words.

"This is the decision. Even if you don't dare to allow the Border Bell Army to troop out," Salt Street, "I think the National Army would have made a big enough name for itself?

The inquiry that came out of the secretary's mouth was what Aura expected.

This is how this fine middle-aged man deliberately comes up with opinions from the opposite side of Aura. Sometimes, like this one, you make decisions after they've been made, and you pluck them before you make a decision.

Regardless, I am not seriously recommending that opinion because I think it is correct.

I guess the aim is to revitalize Aura's thinking by doing so and induce more choices to come to mind. In addition, in the case before the decision, these conversations with Fabio will also serve as a pre-simulation with people who express their opposition at subsequent decision meetings.

A useful man. That's for sure. There is no mistake......

(After all, he's a gloomy guy)

Aura returns her words as she holds feelings that she doesn't know how many times she has thought about it by today.

"In that case, it is possible that Pujol Gijen will leave himself. If I can get a bad handle on it, I'll be realistic about his' Marshal 'inauguration. That's not very welcome."

"But we can show that the National Army has solved the case on the border. Hopefully, it will be a good breakthrough to keep the National Army stationed on the border in the future?

Switch border security from Lords Army-led to National Army-led. It is the great revolution in defence that Aura has been after for a long time.

In that sense, it is certainly not a bad decision, as Secretary Fabio put it, to send the national army to the provinces on these occasions and to create an "obvious" air for the national army to be dispatched to local domestic affairs as well.

But Aura shook her neck to the side without getting lost.

"No. The reinforcement of the national army and the dispatch of stationed troops to the border, once started, is an issue that must be pursued once and for all. If you take the time, that's all you get framed for exposing foreign countries to long gaps. Now is not the time."

"If you aim for too many opportunities, you may miss the opportunity. If you do poorly, it is also possible that during His Majesty's reign, there will be no better opportunity than now. Are you sure?

"I don't mind. You want too much for the best, and you can't have the worst possible outcome. National politics is not a gamble."

Aura's response was unwavering everywhere.

It is true that Aura has always planned to convert border security from the Border Lords' Army to the National Army in order to respond quickly to future threats.

But Aura herself understands very well that that military reform involves a great deal of danger.

Sending the national army forcefully to the region before downsizing the local Lords' Army could provoke civil unrest.

Or, if we go ahead and scale down the local Lords' Army, we will be framed for exposing defenceless bellies to foreign countries.

If you push hard enough to induce outbursts of local lords or foreign ambitions, it's many times better to maintain the status quo. In the first place, the Kingdom of Karpua is a great power. Aside from scratching Walrus for his status as a big country, he's not in a position to have to strike out into a single or eight pounds.

Go on, Aura says.

"Besides, at present, the nearest national army that can be dispatched to the border area of Bahr el-Ghazir is the garrison of the Wang capital. Send troops from the Wang capital and it will take extra time for that. There is a need for faster ways to deal with this than there is a time limit of reserves of salt in the territory"

"If that's what you're saying, in case your son of Uncle Ghazir's border fails, shouldn't we keep the National Army on standby, too?

"Do I need to? In that situation, I don't think Pujol Gijen is failing to prepare. If the Border Army is going to fail, the Pujols will be ready so that they can move the National Army immediately."

"Then it's time. If the National Army dispatch is made at General Pujol's request, the General's hands will be greater for that matter. I was wondering if the dispatch of the National Army would only need to fix the external aspect that His Majesty would take the lead."

For the first time this day Aura refrained from responding slightly to the advice released by Secretary Fabio in a clear tone.

Hands on chin, thinking often.

"... that's true. All right. Then give the National Army instructions for the 'Suburban Long Exercise' here before General Pujol says anything. I'll leave all the candidates to the general."

Yes, I gave instructions to the secretary. Needless to say, the location of the exercise is the closest to the border realm of Bahr el-Ghazir.

"I understand. After the exercise, prepare the food just fine for 'going back and forth on the streets of salt'. Should I keep this exercise in the ears of Uncle Ghazir?"

Aura now shakes her neck sideways to the secretary explaining her plan for the exercise, as if she had prepared for the rash.

"Not necessary. I don't need to hide it from you, but I don't need to tell you. If you let it go, it'll all reach Uncle Borderline's ears. If you go out of your way to tell them, they'll misunderstand you're putting unwanted pressure on them."

"Yes, I understand."

Now it's time to finish saying everything you want to say, the middle-aged secretary gave a bowl of grace in such perfect motion that he didn't feel humane.

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The routine of Aura, the queen, is busy and hasty.

In the conference room, he shows his face to important political and military meetings, in front of the throne, he sets aside time to look at domestic and international petitions, and in the office, he glances at a stack of dragonskin paper.

If you want to do everything right, that's the amount of work you have to do to get an LED lantern in the office and scrape it to sleep. If Sanjiro were to take Aura's stand, he would undoubtedly do so first.

But Aura is not that clumsy of a person. He has some discipline on how to use force and how to pull it out.

If you, the king, carry yourself to the limit critical and enough to fall, it would be better if your daily work were incomplete in the long run.

That splitting Aura had stopped working this afternoon and enjoyed refresher time away from work at the rear palace.

Midday letting the sun fall until the sun is aggressive.

In the courtyard of the rear palace, the sound of cancun, trees and trees hitting each other echoes.

"Look, right!

"Kuh!"

The source of the sound is a wooden stick held by Aura and Yoshijiro. Will they both be about 50 centimeters a meter long?

Aura in a light military uniform wields the stick with a short spear, and Yoshijiro in a t-shirt and sweatshirt takes it naively.

"Next, left!

"Guh!"

"One more thing, right!

"Agh!"

Naturally, Aura is sufficiently accommodating, but still a series of attacks to the point where a moment of relaxation is unacceptable for Sanjiro.

In a desperate shape, Yoshijiro manages to take that attack with the "Basic Shape of Defense" he learned from Aura.

"Look, foot!

"A!? buh!

The foot where he was away was shrugged with a stick, and Yoshijiro fell as he wished.

You won't get hurt because it's on soft grass, but pain hurts. But the freedom to nod in pain is also not available to the good jiro nowadays.

"Look, it's good to stop. I'll be up in a minute! If you can't do that, at least roll and move."

That being said, Aura waves down the stick many times on the side of the fallen Sanjiro's face.

"Damn!

Sanjiro stood up as quickly as he could, rolling beside him, in a desperate shape. On a rolling clap, like a dog up from the water, a blister rises from all over Yoshijiro's body.

Both Aura and Yoshijiro are soaking wet like water from their heads. The cause of this is not just sweat caused by exercise. Right next to the lawn where the two of them are waving their spears, a white marble-making fountain keeps spraying water higher than Yoshijiro's back length without a break.

Aura and Yoshijiro are waving their spears just under the wind.

Of course, it is deliberate.

At a time when the maximum temperature during the day is above 40°C, unless it is in these somewhat special spaces, the average person is too hot to exercise or something.

"All right, one more step!

"Wow!"

Now I try to stick a stick up on the ground, and I'm Yoshijiro, who dodged foot payments, but that's not the end of Aura's attack.

"No, I can't. I'm free."

Aura grabs the stick that Yoshijiro sticks out on the lawn and pulls it up by the side of Yoshijiro as he glides the stick he has.

"Wow!?"

Yoshijiro, who had just risen, soaked himself on the lawn again.

There is, of course, a reason why Aura and Yoshijiro are spending their precious daytime meeting time on such a slightly violent exercise in this hot weather.

Yoshijiro has long been concerned about eliminating the lack of exercise. Aura is to say goodbye to the whole body of subcutaneous fat that she wears tightly during pregnancy.

Safe, Aura after the birth of the first prince, but when the child went out of her stomach, her weight and shape did not return to her pre-pregnancy condition.

Naturally, naturally.

If this is modern Japan, and Aura was under the guidance of doctors and nutritionists, it would not be impossible to leave the business of 'taking as much nutrition as is necessary for both mother and child, and yet not fat dietary restrictions', but in this world where medical technology is underdeveloped, doing so would only put the belly baby at risk due to lack of nutrition.

If you are nutritionally deficient, you should be somewhat overnourished. It was extremely inevitable that Aura, who followed Dr. Michelle's such advice and took "two" nutrients well, would gain weight.

So, it's not necessarily a bad thing that Aura is fat after childbirth, but as a mother, I can't assume that she's in her current state.

Should I say lucky or unhappy, Aura has a ruthless source called 'Glass Mirror' brought in by Sanjiro.

My silhouette, which is not clear in small silver or water mirrors, also shows relentlessly if it is a 'glass mirror'.

Once you look at your loose chin line in "Glass Mirror," you can't keep quiet anymore.

Fortunately, although so far there have been no precursors to a 'crisis in the couple's life' that would leave room for the husband's attitude, there is no way he can be sweet on the husband's broad heart like that.

The adage "color fading, love loosening" does not apply to all couples, but it is also certain that it reflects one side of the truth.

"All right, that's the last of it. Let's go, shoot it down!

On purpose, Aura shook the stick up overhead in a slightly larger motion straight down to Yoshijiro's brain.

In times of need, it is a blow that is being handicapped to the extent that it can be stopped, but for Yoshijiro, it is still a critical place to react.

"Sai!"

Kin! and the wooden bars and sticks that bump into each other make a tall sound like metal.

One hair raised horizontally overhead, Yoshijiro's stick took the blow of Aura's stick, which was shaken down.

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"............... All right, let's keep this for today"

"... Pfa!

To the words of his wife, who broke his serious face and smiled and said so, Yoshijiro fell straight into the lawn with a loud sigh of air exhaling through his lungs.

"Ugh..."

"Haa, haa, haa..."

Even as Aura, who let her breath play a little, sat back on the fountain helicopter and narrowed her eyes comfortably on the blister bathing on her back, Yoshijiro, who fell asleep with a big letter on the lawn, was just taking a rough breath.

"Yoshijiro, can you drink?

Aura, who looks like she's completely out of fatigue at one toe, takes a pet bottle with water out of the fountain and puts it next to Yoshijiro's face, who sleeps in a large letter.

"Ugh... Ha, ha... Grr, n, Grr..."

Sanjiro, who managed to get his upper body up, can't afford to say a word of thanks to Aura, pouring the contents of the pet bottle all at once into the back of his throat.

The contents are water mixed with citrus fruit juice and brown sugar. I just stuck every pet bottle in the water in the fountain so it's not very cold, but now its raw is easy to drink and I appreciate it.

"Ugh... I'll come back to life...!

Sanjiro, who drank up every five hundred mm bottle of pet at once, uttered that word with all his heart.

All at once moisturized, dodgy sweat erupts from all over my body. I feel like jumping into the fountain like this, combined with the bodily lighting caused by exercise and a light bruise struck by Aura.

"Apparently, you're starting to breathe a little. Well, I was going to be very careful when I hit you, but is there somewhere that hurts?

In the wake of Aura's words like that, Yoshijiro touches his whole body, which is still powerless, with petapetas.

Sure, I should have been poked or hit with a stick more than once during training, but there's nothing extremely painful about touching it.

For once, the tip of the stick used for the training is covered by multiple pieces of soft fabric, but it is a solid wooden stick that is a meter and a half old. If you punch it in poorly, it's not strange that muscle fibers and blood vessels are cut off or that there's a crack in the bone.

But Aura must have handled it well.

As for Yoshijiro's conscious symptoms, there seems to be no more injury than a minor bruise.

"Looks like you're okay. My left flank and my right thigh tingle a bit, but that's all. Here."

That said, Yoshijiro makes me stand up on the spot.

As yet, the ankles of a non-fatigued Yoshijiro shake with a pull like a newborn deer, but with no place to hurt with force.

Sanjiro stayed put and lowered his back to the fountain helicopter, as Aura had done earlier.

Exhausted bodies are likely to fall straight into the fountain behind them when caught off guard, but if they do, they won't have a problem. The fountain pond is not deep enough.

Shall I just fall back like this and sink my lit body into the water?

It was then that Sunjiro, tempted by such temptation, turned his gaze to the fountain behind him.

"So, how was it? My first training in maneuvers was. Let me know what you think."

That's what Aura said as she approached us, making sure she was next to Yoshijiro and lowering her hips to the edge of the fountain. If we are standing, Yoshijiro is just taller about two fingers, but when we sit with each other like this, its height extends to about 'one fist'.

Is Yoshijiro's leg short or Aura's leg long? It doesn't seem like a very pleasant conclusion to think deeply about. Yoshijiro consciously shakes off that question, to which an answer is given as soon as he thinks about it for a moment, and answers Aura's question.

"No, I didn't think it would be hard, and I didn't expect a piece of teeth to stand from the start, but you were more than I expected. I don't have any more hands or feet. I remember a practice game I had with J-Youth in the football club."

Though the non-working words of high school, the football club, J-Youth and the 'Spirit of the Word' erupted in the second half, the first half of the words alone are roughly understandable about what good jiro thinks.

"Well, unless you're blessed with such talent, martial arts is not a world where amateurs can counter the skilled. If I had been trained as young as I am, I might have been stronger than I am by now."

Aura, not overconfident of her combat skills, says so and laughs.

In fact, Aura's force is, at best, to the extent of a concurrent knight. Comparable to samurai like General Pujol Gijen who bombard its name at home and abroad.

As a man, Yoshijiro is not a person who is blessed with his special physique and motor nerves, but he is not particularly inferior.

Without flattery, if you've been as trained as Aura since you were a kid, you're likely to have acquired the same martial arts as Aura by now.

I have to laugh bitterly because I understand what it means to be a good guy who turns out that Aura's words have no lies, but at the same time says' I don't have that time from this age, no matter how '.

"Haha, thanks. Well, in my case, it's just to build strength. I don't want to be in a situation where force helps."

"That's the right thing to do. No matter what, if you really want to work on it, you can't stop it, but if you don't, you don't have to push it."

Aura also affirmed her husband's words that way and laughed back.

Indeed, given the position of Yoshijiro, one of the few royalties in the kingdom of Karpua, the situation where force is useful, such as a burning blade, is hardly ever visited first.

As a good jiro, a sort of sporting sensation, even if you are willing to learn spears and swords, it is out of your imagination that you actually wave that weapon on the battlefield.

"Yeah, I'm not really going to do that either. In the first place, my arm strength makes this difficult with one hand..."

Saying so, Yoshijiro lifted a stick mimicking a short spear with one right hand while sitting on the edge of the fountain.

Now, by referring to it as the foundation of the foundation, I have only learned how to handle it with both hands, but in the actual battlefield, this weapon called a short spear often has a wooden shield in one hand and handles it with one hand on the other.

What's more, when you have a problem, you can also use it as a 'throwing spear' and it's only for one person, so while you can only boom around with both hands, you can't help but be told that it's not very different from healthy gymnastics.

"Sure. You don't have enough arm to wave a spear as a soldier at one end."

To Aura's words, Yoshijiro holds his head slightly exaggerated.

"Wow, I was told... But it's a fact, isn't it? In fact, Aura's penetration was heavy and she was about to get her stick bounced off."

Heavy. Around plainly mouthing the biggest forbidden sentence for a woman on a diet, I guess Yoshijiro is pretty dull with fatigue right now. If you are Yoshijiro on a daily basis, it is the first irreplaceable lapse.

"Oh well. Was it so 'heavy'"

The servant Aura also has a crack in her expression.

"Yeah, it was tear-free and heavy. It's hard to believe that Aura's strength is as good as a knight. Well, I guess I'm just weak."

That's what I said, Yoshijiro laughs innocently.

"Agu..."

Heavy, about to be blown away, weighty. Words without malice pierce Aura a little tighter now.

I shouldn't do this. If we continue on this topic, we could develop into our first couple after marriage.

"Ah, oh. Speaking of which, I'll change my mind, but I had a bit of a problem with this morning's meeting. I don't think it has anything to do with that, but I will report it once and for all.

You heard about "The Streets of Salt" in Lord Octavia's class? In the streets of its salt... "

Aura, who wanted a well-rounded couple, was obviously unusually quick to say something that forcefully shifted the subject.