Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Even if the events on the far side come to pass, what is more familiar to Sanjiro, who lives in the Wang capital, is still what happens in the Wang capital.

Later that day, in a room of the royal palace, Yoshijiro was face-to-face with the two royalties of the two kingdoms of Shalowa-Jilbaer - Princess Bona and Prince Francesco.

With the passing of the terrible summer months, in a room with a slightly more aggressive soothing sunlight, Yoshijiro sits opposite Princess Bona and Prince Francesco and opens his mouth.

"I see. So, if it's a common 'Four Magic', even one of you Princess Bona, it's possible to propagate it?

"Yes, for I, myself, have mastered the vast majority of the four magic known to the world. If it's the four magic magic props, it can be manufactured by itself."

The subject of the discussion was the content of the magic props sent from Princess Bona to the Kingdom of Karpua.

Prince Francesco and Princess Bona are to be paid for a long stay at the Karpua Royal Palace.

Prince Francesco has already received the 'Future Price' demonic props from him, but Princess Bona has not even worked on creating them yet. In relation to the fact that she has already received one National Treasure Class magic item called "The Future Price," it has been decided in advance negotiations with Aura that the magic item she will receive from Princess Bona will be a relatively common "Four Magic" magic item.

"Yeah. Because Bona is clever. When it comes to delicate magic manipulation, I wonder if there are any more bestowing wizards than Bona."

Prince Francesco, sitting next to Princess Bona, also undertakes to do so with an innocent smile as usual.

By the way, there is no inherent need for Prince Francesco to be present on this occasion. It was Princess Bona, afraid to let Prince Francesco go wild out of her sight, who pulled him into the occasion for good reason.

"If it's tattooed by His Highness Francesco, you can rest assured. The magic props made and worn by the prince were brilliant."

As for the magical arm, it is Prince Francesco with origami.

"Hey, I'll make it as soon as it's good with that much stuff. If Bona is finished, I'll be next..."

"Your Highness!

Princess Bona, sitting next to her, stops Prince Francesco, who rides easy on his stomach and makes inadvertent promises.

I lifted my hips from the chair half way up, and I still have the momentum to grasp it.

(Nevertheless, don't take Prince Francesco's silly words and actions too naturally no matter how many times you look at them. Hey, are you sure this is the 'vegan'?

Yoshijiro thinks about that in his heart as he takes care of his expression.

A human being with the duality of an idiot and a wise man. In that case, it should be natural for a wise man to assume that he is usually acting like an idiot, but Prince Francesco insists that "he is usually vegan and only hangs in there when he has to be serious".

That's not supposed to be the case, I suspected it was Okijiro, but I think it's a little bit because these daily idiots are on the board too much.

Either way, don't forget that this seemingly nasty blonde prince has more intelligence and reason than a crowd.

"Well, either way, His Royal Highness Bona is first."

That's what Yoshijiro said, reverting a little forcefully to the strayed story. Princess Bona takes the help ship with a ho blatantly appeased look.

"Yes, that's right. Let's do it, Your Majesty. Do you have any abdominal proposals?

To Princess Bona's words, Yoshijiro nods and answers one small, not breaking a person's good-looking grin.

"Yeah, just a thought, but there is one. It's a soil magic 'heat resistance enhancement', is His Highness Bona mastered?

"'Heat Resistance Enhancement', is it?

In enquiry of Yoshijiro, Princess Bona raised her voice as kyotong as if she had been poked in the void.

I can't do it. The magic of "Heat Resistance Enhancement" is rather minor and, in short, user-friendly magic.

Originally, it was assumed that the defensive side of the siege was the magic created to protect the walls from fire arrows and flame-based magic attacks, but this magic called 'Heat Resistance Enhancement' did not help things in action.

In the first place, magic moves commonly have the fatal weakness of "short effect times". Even using the magic of 'Heat Resistance Enhancement', the heat resistance strength of the outer wall is increased by about a minute at best. Then it would be more efficient to sprinkle water on the outer wall with the magic of 'water manipulation'.

As a matter of fact, this kind of 'good knitted, but useless magic' goes up to quite a few. Using such useless magic as a foundation, beneficial magic is being created.

And it's not uncommon for magic, once cut off as worthless, to be effectively used where it won't even occur to you later, as Yoshijiro is trying to do now.

"Yes. 'Heat Resistance Enhanced'. Sounds pretty minor magic, but does His Highness Bona master it?

"Yeah, it should work for once,"

Princess Bona isn't confident right now, even though she answers that. Probably didn't get a chance to use it dull after I mastered it.

The reason why Yoshijiro wants' Heat Resistance Enhancement 'demonic props is for the kiln for glass making, needless to say.

As it stands, it is a common earth kiln that we use for the development of glass manufacturing technology, so we are framed to crush it every few experiments. If we succeed in extending the life of the earthen kiln with the demonic props of "Heat Resistance Enhancement" as Morkujiro suggests, the technical experiments in glass manufacturing will go much smoother now.

Of course, the future mass production plan cannot be accommodated at all with a budget exterior substitute, such as a dirt kiln incorporating demonic props, but it will be sufficient help for the current technological development.

"That's great. I'd love to. Continuous uptime is at least five days. Magic is good for automatic recovery if possible. Instead, it can take a little longer to regain magic."

"Okay. Let us now proceed on that line. I'll get the details later, can you please take the time to wear them?

When things become demonic prop creation, Princess Bona, who comes to life so often, embarks on a little bit with a smile that is not a crop.

"Yes, of course."

Yoshijiro and Princess Bona exchanged promises later with a smile.

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"Setting up a meeting place with the Ghazir border uncle, is that it?

"That's right. It's in the most natural way possible, too. The deadline is approximately one month. What do you say, is it possible?

Around the same time, in a separate room of the Royal Palace, Queen Aura had a slightly more serious discussion with her secretary, Fabio.

As usual, Aura sits in a Southern-style chair made of dead rice and trees, and Secretary Fabio stands upright before its oblique.

middle-aged secretary, tilting his fine face small to the side,

"That's not so hard if you can get a month. But why should a meeting place be set up between Uncle Ghazir Border and 'Master Zenzilow'? I just wanted to let you know if I could."

Yes, I said it in a pale tone.

Although on the surface it is the usual faceless expression, the colour of curiosity in its eyes can be seen in the longtime aura of dating. Either way, Aura, who was going to tell this man who is a stomach, fixes the seating position on the chair and starts explaining.

"In conclusion, it's a counter to Pujol Gijen. I also noticed in my son-in-law's remarks that maybe in this group dragon crusade, Pujol Gijen wants more than a simple feat"

"What? More than merit, is it?"

"Um, yeah"

The queen asks the secretary, doubly twisting her neck, in a tone that made her contain a little.

"Uncle Ghazir is currently in King's Capital. Chabiel Ghazir, the next peripheral uncle, is marching on the streets of salt. So who the hell do you think is cutting through the current border of Ghazir?

It was in the form of an inquiry, the raising of information.

With regard to the internal affections of the leading nobility, Secretary Fabio, who remembers them in more detail than Aura, gives an immediate answer.

"That, perhaps, is not Master Lucinda. To be the eldest daughter of the Borderline House of Ghazir, to be a sister to Lady Chabiel, and at the same time equal to another mother? At the end of the war ahead, we heard that he protected the young Master Chavier and served in a brilliant absence."

Secretary Fabio, who missed his marriage because of it and remembered to the point that he was still single at an age that already reached the middle of his twenties, guessed what Aura was trying to say.

"... I see. Master Lucinda is already in his mid-twenties. As an aristocratic woman, I'm a little behind on this term, but it's just the right place to deal with General Pujols, who is still single after thirty."

The marriageable age of a noble woman is assumed to be from the middle of her teens to the age of twenty. Getting past there makes marriage extremely difficult, but in fact that's just a custom, and just because you're over twenty doesn't mean you have problems like this in marriage and childbirth.

Many men think that the person to marry is not dressed up unless she is a young woman, but General Pujol is not of those types.

What General Pujol wants from the person he marries is a woman who, by marrying him, will be a positive addition to his birth and to the future of the Gigens. If it's the body a child can have, there's no more commitment.

With that in mind, Lucinda Ghazir, who is a daughter of a leading regional lord and has a strong influence on Chavier, who is certain to become the next lord, even after the right age, is a very 'attractive married man' for General Pujol.

Aura, who felt that the fear had passed on nearby, concurred with a reluctant expression.

"Oh, it's an impeccable combination, from age or from character. However, I do not want to recognize marriages between local lords with their own military and financial strength and the royal palace nobility of the rank of general and minister with powerful power in the centre, whenever possible"

Needless to say why. If leading aristocrats are strongly linked to each other, any one of them will create a domestic force that threatens the royal family.

That is why there is a clear culture in domestic law that senior aristocratic marriages require the 'permission of the King' without exception.

Originally, permission to marry a local lord nobleman to a central court nobleman is not granted. But there are exceptions to everything.

"It's special that General Pujol is still single at that age. The reason for this must be that General Pujol was until very recently a candidate for His Majesty's fiancée. This is the other fiancée candidate - it would still be nice if he were as old as Sir Raffaello, but if he hadn't succeeded the governor yet, he is also the head of the Gijen family in the case of the general.

I was delaying General Pujol's marriage at royal convenience, so this is an obvious burden. "

"... right. To some extent, we need to give it up for the convenience of the other side. Besides, General Pujol is currently accompanied by Javier Ghazir."

"Functionally, General Pujol and Sir Chavier can be said to be roughly the same, but their age and track record are too different. I was wondering if Sir Chavier's development of burning confrontation with General Pujol was a little hopeless."

"I guess. Chabiel Ghazir is likely tangled up by General Pujol. Well, that's not a bad thing in itself."

General Pujol is basically a good caretaker for those under him. Besides, he was a great hero in the war ahead.

If you are a young nobleman like Chabiel Ghazir, it is more natural to think of General Pujol as having a reward than a confrontational spirit.

What would happen if such an honorable general told me that he wanted to talk to me intimately, recognize his immature self, and finally marry his own sister, etc?

"Master Lucinda is already past her marriageable age. In such a state, if the General, incomparable in character, martial arts and fame, offers to marry, from Sir Chavier's point of view, there seems to be nothing to be alarmed about, even if there is anything to be thankful for."

To the secretary's point, Aura agrees with a reluctant face.

"Oh. At first glance, I don't even wish to talk about it."

Chabiel Ghazir is a good, serious quality boy with a healthy spirit.

If you look at it from such a boy, you must be thinking that you want your sister, who has delayed this semester to work for her own parents during the Great War, to manage to be happy.

At the same time, however, Chabiel Ghazir is also a man who thinks of what is typically the values of the nobility of the Kingdom of Karpua.

Women's happiness is equals marriage. And looking for that marriage partner is the role of the man who is the head of the family. The head of the current Ghazir Borderline Uncle family is his father, and Chabiel himself is not yet his head, but if it is for the sake of "happiness of his sister," it is not surprising to think enough to persuade his father as the next lord.

General Pujol and Lucinda Ghazir still have no knowledge, but that is not particularly unusual in aristocratic marriages.

"With the credit of this group dragon crusade, General Pujol offers permission to marry Master Lucinda. Marriage is not as problematic as you would normally have to admit, but only General Pujols has a burden that delayed this term at the royal convenience, making it difficult to reject it. Is that why?"

"That's the thing. Not sure, but how do you not think Pujols is going to think about it? It's not a good idea for the Gigens to be single, so you can admit it eventually, but I want to stab one nail by then."

"I would like to ask Master Zenzilow to help me with that," he said. But anyway, if things can be transported as His Majesty thinks, if you deviate at all from your assumptions, I really think Master Zenzilow will take the side chamber, is that okay with you?

Aura strives to respond in a flat tone to the words of the secretary in the kind of tone she explores.

"It won't be a problem. The Ghazir Border House is a typical regional lord nobleman. I am less interested in central power. Even if you put Lucinda in the backhouse, it doesn't affect a lot of people. Also, although there is no blood exchange with the royal family in the past, the magic itself is high. You can also expect some inheritance of lineage magic"

"Your Majesty. That is not what I am asking. Did you get Mr. Zenzilow's approval to take the side chamber? I hear that."

Aura glances softly and openly off to the words of her relentlessly questioning secretary.

"Yeah, well, you agreed. If that's what it takes to run the country's politics, there's no choice."

"Even modestly, that's a pretty lumpy remaining consent. Frankly, didn't you undermine Master Zenzilow's mood? Don't you have to take measures?

To Secretary Fabio's point, the queen looks up to the ceiling and covers her face with her right hand.

"My son-in-law is basically a good figurehead. After a good explanation, he understood the need to do so. The only problem that remains is emotion, I honestly can't take action."

Nor is Yoshijiro stupid enough to fail to understand the dangers of linking leading central court aristocrats to local lord aristocrats.

Hence, last night, Sanjiro, who was briefed by Aura, eventually agreed with Aura. There is also a front that originally promised to "admit to letting side rooms in if it is really necessary for national politics".

Nevertheless, emotionally wrong is not a story I would like to endorse.

It sounds good to say "Harlem" marrying more than one woman at the same time, but it is like "letting your mistress live with you in a home where you live in full circle with each wife and son" according to the sensation of Yoshijiro.

To the queen with the head, the fine secretary coughs one deliberate cough with Cohon,

"That's nasty. Differences in values."

Yes, I spilled my stupidity to represent Aura's inner heart.

Typically, it is rare for a man to feel so repellent about taking a side chamber. Undoubtedly, Aura calms down once again when she is told from the mouth of another person.

"No, other than that, he's an ideal husband enough to say. Spilling stupidity to this extent would mean too much luxury"

"I don't agree with the phrase" to this extent "because the spread of blood is the greatest service of the heirs of pedigree magic, but it is true that Master Zenzilow is a very convenient companion to His Majesty."

The fine secretary shrugs his shoulders small, saying so.

"Right. Fortunately, the judgment itself follows this common sense. The emotional problem is that I can't help it. This is my wife's role."

"Sure, that's an impossible job for anyone but Your Majesty."

"Right?

In the words of the secretary, the queen had a seeping grin at the pride of a beloved woman.