Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Then a few days later. Queen Aura had a very busy day.

A wide variety of official duties. Official and informal meetings with national nobles and national diplomats. And a petition from the local nobles delivered daily to the office, as well as a look and sign on materials from the Royal Palace departments.

All are necessary duties as queens. From the outside, there is nothing particularly unnatural about it. But if you know a human being named Aura in some depth, you might notice that her attitude is a little unnatural right now.

Aura is familiar with the fact that she is more irreplaceable in this country than anyone else. For this reason, I do not scrape the play part off my schedule unless there is so much to do.

In the unlikely event that the pillar of a country called the King falls, at that point the majority of national politics will be paralyzed. Aura, who knows the danger, tries not to force her body or mind to do anything possible, even if it can stall the national government somewhat.

That's so much so that I sometimes prioritize securing my own sleep time over looking at paperwork that would change the number of deaths due to a day's delay in permits.

There are two reasons why Aura should have a busy day.

One is if Aura is really caught up in the difficulties that she has to overcome even if she can't force herself on her body.

And the other is if you need a shield called "Busy". That is, if you are intentionally avoiding contact with someone.

This time it was a typical example of the latter.

"Dear Zenzilow, This time you have set aside precious time for me and I have no words of gratitude."

"No, it's not a big deal. In His Majesty's name, it is my duty to listen to the voices of the generals."

Yoshijiro said so with his hips in his chair back to the old nobleman, who bowed his head aloud in front of him. If we stick to our outfits in this way, so much so that we can speak in a natural and great tone, that Yoshijiro is also gaining a tone as a royalty.

(If you wear a suit, is it similar to getting into work mode?

While thinking about that in his head, Yoshijiro turns his gaze to an old nobleman sitting face to face.

Bahr Miguel, the border of Ghazir. That's the name of this man.

If you look at the wrinkles engraved on his face, you can also be satisfied with the story that his age has reached the realm of presbytery, but you can't feel that aging at all from his forged body.

It is the height, although not very different from that of Yoshijiro, the thickness of the neck and the breastplate are close to twice that of Yoshijiro. It is a figure reminiscent of the line of American football and the forward of rugby.

But such an old and still active warrior, Uncle Ghazir Borderline, is shrinking in front of Yoshijiro in a frightening manner.

"is, I'm afraid. I was concerned about my child's trends, and I couldn't resist arrows or arrows, and you set up a place like this. Laugh with your parents."

Uncle Ghazir Borderline is an honest samurai who is not very good at unusual abdominal arts for the nobility. Speak so frankly of words that acknowledge your non-existence.

"No, it's natural to think of a child as a single parent, and it's natural to pay attention to the successor's trends as a single nobleman. Uncle Borderline didn't do anything wrong."

Though the tone is somewhat harsh, the gray-haired old aristocrat relieves the ho of tension in the words of the King's mate who follows him so with a soft expression.

"Thank you, Master Zenzilow. If you say so, this old bone will also make you feel a little more comfortable."

"Uhm."

Instead of the old bones, in the words of an old warrior so muscle-covered that he didn't know his original skeleton, Yoshijiro nodded small by small with a face that had erased his expression.

As for Sanjiro, who knows behind the scenes who has settled into this current situation, he is a little uncomfortable the other way around if he is too frightened.

Originally, it was Aura's suggestion, Fabio's secretary's muscle writing plot (per se) that Gazir Borderline Uncle apply for an interview with Sanjiro in this way.

Uncle Ghazir Borderline was distracted by the trend of his own son, Chabiel Ghazir.

In the ears of the Ghazir border uncle, who is packing in the Wang du, he said, "After Chabiel once opposed the Qun dragon, he requests reinforcements from Wang du. General Pujol, who received the request, led the reinforcements and left" and so on.

The Ghazir border uncle, who has lost two sons in the war ahead, is feeling a little overprotective against the only three surviving men.

I want to know the course, so to speak, the desire of the Ghazir borderline uncle is strictly just a private curiosity. If Queen Aura is free, it would be fine to get permission to visit and ask, but unfortunately Aura is now having a busy day with surprisingly official duties from morning to evening "at a bad time".

Still, it is not impossible to put a sidecar in if you shield your status as a borderline uncle, but it is not sincere to take it to the borderline uncle of Ghazir to create obstacles to the Queen's official duties for his own personal affairs.

Of course, Aura and Secretary Fabio are woven into such a simple character of the Gazir border boss. Aura deliberately stuffed her schedule to eliminate room for a meeting with the Ghazir border uncle.

In that way, it is easy to imagine a Ghazir border uncle who hates unjust sidecars going out to the means of second-best good.

If it does not come true to ask Queen Aura directly, the next best thing to do. That is nothing more than an interview with Wang Yishenjiro, the person who would most intimately be exchanging information with Aura.

Thus, as planned by Secretary Fabio, the Ghazir border ambassador has thus "voluntarily" applied for an interview with Sanjiro.

"Sir Chabiel said he offered to accompany the crusaders with his own troops after he had taken over safely to General Pujol. General Pujol accepts Sir Chavier's offer with pleasure and permits him to accompany him.

Sir Chabiel has since joined General Pujol in his efforts to crusade the group dragons in the streets of salt. However, the fact was discovered that the number of group dragons was far higher than originally expected, and General Pujols overlapped to request reinforcements. We're just getting ready for that reinforcement. "

Kojiro, who has a sense of "fitting in" for the convenience of this one, explains the situation in which Chabiel Ghazir is placed with courtesy, also by helping him feel some guilt.

Putting another reinforcement request, etc., in the ear of Uncle Ghazir's border here, strictly speaking, touches the military code, but of course we have permission from Aura in advance for this area.

"Really? Damn it, he does what he wants. I hope I haven't pulled General Pujol's leg..."

Upon hearing Yoshijiro's words, Uncle Ghazir Borderline had a soft bitter smile on his face, even though in his words he condemned the actions of my son. Is there such a thing as half the feeling of worrying about my child, who offered to accompany me on his own initiative, and half the joy of evaluating its aggressiveness?

"I hear General Pujol makes a cynical assessment in the military. It would mean that Sir Chavier's words and actions are nothing to be ashamed of because he became that general's glasses. In fact, His Majesty Aura was also impressed.

He calmly identifies the difference in his power and says he can't do anything he can't. On top of that, enthusiasm to sell to superiors in order to fulfill their own responsibilities. Your son seems to combine his calm judgment of age with his age-appropriate behavior. "

"Yes, I'm afraid so."

The old aristocrats desperately tighten their mouths with a slightly tickling look to Yoshijiro, who praises as much as it can be called a praise killing.

As far as military affairs is concerned, Gojiro the gatekeeper just reads out Aura's rating as it stands, but in fact Chabiel Ghazir's rating in this one case is high. Of course, there's no way I can give this much credit to a teenager yet, but at least both Aura and General Pujol see him as "promising for the future".

"He has been enthusiastic about bows and dragon rides since childhood. I spoiled it a little too much because of the three boys. Thanks to this, my arm stands for the age, but it's not obvious and I let it burn my hand."

Around spilling stupidity but sticking with a mix of compliments, Uncle Ghazir's attitude toward Chabiel reminds his grandson more of his sweet grandfather than of his father. In fact, in the early Ghazir border uncle and the late teens Chabiel, the age difference is closer to grandfathers and grandchildren than to parents and children.

To my youngest son. Sweet father, maybe.

Sanjiro thinks about that in his mind with his expression cemented.

In the house of nobility, the eldest son is the heir. The second son is asked to be a future adjunct to the spare case. On the other hand, children after the three men are basically only expected to be spares of spares. There is no difference in its treatment, for example, whether it be the son of a righteous wife.

I was son-in-law to a good, underprivileged jury, and if it was bad, I got some merciful abandonment support and a generation of knighthood to keep and kill.

Because of such a futureless position, Uncle Ghazir may have made Chabiel like it to some extent.

"The Ghazir Border House is an outside protection that is also important to the Kingdom. Isn't it reliable that the lord has the temperament of martial arts?"

The inner speculation does not put the words on, and Yoshijiro strives to return the words with a favorable smile.

"Thank you. But the military is not the only job of the peripheral lords. He tends to be a little off about everyday work."

"That would be humble. As a matter of fact, your lord, who is now the borderline uncle, is in Wang Du. Is that not evidence that Sir Chavier is carrying out the affairs of the Borderline Uncle without difficulty?

Sanjiro suppressed the urge to get his lips dry on tension and said so in a voice pretending to be as calm as possible. The conversation from here is the real deal for Kojiro. Somehow, we must draw the words that this one intends from the mouth of this old nobleman and communicate this one only naturally.

Gazelle Borderline uncle, who doesn't even know the inside of such a good jiro, returns the answer as he thinks.

"No, I'm ashamed I'm not. It's my daughter, not my son, who routinely spins the territory."

The word "daughter" leaked out of the mouth of the old aristocrat with a bitter smile. Good Jiro, who was waiting for that word,

"Daughter? Does your lord have a daughter? I didn't know that."

and pretend to be surprised to look as natural as possible.

In fact, if Aura and Secretary Fabio hadn't told us about it beforehand, then Sanjiro would have been surprised enough by the current language.

That 'daughter' should be eighty-nine unmarried beyond being in self-rule. It is unusual that those who are leading aristocrats and have unmarried daughters have not introduced the fact to Sanjiro.

If you're a nobleman with a daughter of your age, you should be having a conversation with Yoshijiro once, without exception, "Actually, I also had an unmarried daughter at my place..." Of course, the more I remember all my daughters introduced orally that way, the more I remember Yoshijiro is not a person of excellent memory, but if she is the daughter of a landlord as much as Uncle Gazir Borderline, she can't possibly not remember me on the boulder.

"Yes, I have a daughter who is well past the age of twenty. In the war ahead, he took care of Chabiel, who was not yet an adult at the time, on my behalf, who tended to go out on the battlefield and stay away from his own territory, and devoted himself to cutting the territory. Because of that, it's not pitiful as a parent that you missed your marriage."

That being said, Old Borderline uncle narrowed his eyes slightly, as he looked far away. Is the emotion that the wrinkle is seeping into his noticeable face an apology and remorse to his daughter for unintentionally driving her life crazy?

Generally speaking, in the Kingdom of Karpua, daughters who are over twenty years old enter the "late going" quagmire. As far as the aristocracy is concerned, the medical level and nutritional status of the Kingdom of Karpua is good enough, so there is not much need to be confined to early marriage, early childbirth, but women marry between the ages of fifteen and twenty, so that women who are not married after twenty are impregnated with the value of "Is there an anomaly somewhere in the body or mind?" The eyes of prejudice close.

I guess I couldn't do much about Uncle Ghazir's border, such as recommending the daughter of such a "late trip" as the side room of the king's mate, Yoshijiro.

Of course, that doesn't mean my own daughter is a woman ashamed to let royalty marry her. My own daughter was only untimely, and in fact I am not ashamed to let the royal family marry her, Uncle Ghazir Borderline thinks she is a fine lady.

But reputation is a bad thing. Whatever the inner matter, Lettel, who as a matter of fact was "a daughter who was sold out after twenty," is heavy in the aristocratic society.

If you push your daughter like that into the side room of the King's Mate, her parents, the Gazir Borderline Uncle, as well as her daughter herself, will be given the rating of "faceless and shameless". As a parent it doesn't sneak.

Sanjiro opens his mouth, distasteful of his own words, which in some ways use the emotions of parents and children unusual to such a nobleman.

"No, isn't she an inspiring daughter? It's not something a young woman can do with the same sexual roots, such as protecting her father's absence and her young brother. Excuse me, Gazir Borderline Uncle. Can you let me know your daughter's name?

"Ha, thank you. My daughter is Lucinda."

It's rare for Sanjiro to show an interest in people so far. It is now a famous story among the nobles that the queen's companion only curls her honeymoon with the queen, and when she is about to be introduced to another woman, she flees with the momentum of shedding.

A little strange, to the old nobleman leaning his inner neck, when Sanjiro breathed thinly unnoticed,

"Lord Lucinda? I'd like to see you once I get the chance."

With a sales smile on his face, he pretended to be as subtle as possible and told him.