Risou no Himo Seikatsu

The official name of the Borderline Borderland of Ghazir is "Ghazir" as it stands. Most importantly, the inhabitants of the Bahraini border of Ghazir have called it more simply the 'territorial capital' there. For the inhabitants who spend their entire lives under their own control and without a step out of their village if they do poorly, that makes the story come with them.

If the Japanese say 'metropolitan area', it may be easy to understand when it comes to reflectively associating the suburbs of Tokyo.

Such a borderline capital of Ghazir is commonly referred to as a 'castle city'.

The city is surrounded by thick, high walls. This is not particularly unusual in the southern continent. The settlements on the border are much smaller and all have defensive walls than the species that pose a clear threat to humans, the 'dragon species', are waving large strides. Even in small rural areas, the round-tailed fences are rounded up, and if it is a city to some extent large, it is common sense to cover the surroundings with dirt walls.

It is only natural that there should be stone walls if it is the capital city class. In this world, there is also magic that manipulates soil and rocks, thus having a far superior civil architectural capability compared to the Earth before it was mechanized.

Lucinda Ghazir, the eldest daughter of the Borderline Bojia of Ghazir, was inspired by politics in a room in the heart of a territorial capital surrounded by such sturdy walls.

"After all, how can it not be completely unaffected? I hope I can do this without taking care of it..."

Lucinda Ghazir sits in a wooden chair, similarly leaking such a soliloquy as she glances through a report spread over a wooden desk.

The content of the report is a status report on the villages pulled out of young men by the Qun Long Crusaders. Needless to say, a young and healthy man, such as a soldier, is an important worker on a daily basis. When collecting soldiers, we considered them to have as little impact as possible, and to some extent recruited soldiers extensively from the entire territory, but still, none of them seem to have any influence.

As for Lucinda, who handles the affairs of the territory, I have a headache.

Lucinda Ghazir, eldest daughter of the Borderline Bojia of Ghazir, is an unmarried woman in her mid-twenties.

But Lucinda doesn't look underprivileged, as she associates herself from a title that also equals a curse in the South.

Because of the priority given to working on the border, the makeup is diluted, the jewellery has a single necklace, no hair or body fragrance oil, and as a nobleman, it is not as decorative as it seems to be said to be 'disqualified', but the appearance itself is never bad.

I'm putting it together in one so that it doesn't get in the way of my work now, but long, rich dark hair is lustrous for not wearing perfumed oil, and my face itself is well-groomed. However, instead of "decorating myself beautifully," I really get a rating of "plain" or "wild" because "not offending the beholder" is my top priority to get familiar with it.

However, its age-appropriate cleanliness would not be as out-of-the-box as it would describe it as' attractive '.

When Lucinda was working in such day-to-day work, the entrance door was knocked.

"Dear Lucinda, may I have a moment?"

To the voice of the middle-aged samurai she was accustomed to hearing, Lucinda lifts her face from the paperwork and raises her voice as she sits in her chair.

"Come in."

"Yes, excuse me"

A middle-aged lady of good width, who came in with a sturdy wooden door pulled open, opens her mouth after a bowl of grace with the pepper.

"Dear Lucinda, Master Josep has just returned from the Wang capital. I have your letter and would like to see Lucinda."

"Okay. Please let me through immediately."

To the description of the samurai, Lucinda answered pale, showing no surprise of the shards either.

In fact, that's what I expected. When instructions came to Lucinda and Nilda from his father, the border uncle of Ghazir, to "come to the king's capital immediately," he said, "Now when we leave the territory to ourselves, we cannot ignore the agitation of the inhabitants, but are we really good? Flew a confirmed flightless dragon flight.

In order to explain the details, it was within the assumptions, for Lucinda, that the Ghazir border ambassador would send people in.

"Yes, I'm in awe"

Lucinda, who dropped off the samurai leaving in a courtesy, sitting in a chair, exhales loudly and turns her head glued on a rustic chair that prioritizes its sturdiness.

"... did your father, Sir Josep, jump to the explanation? This seems to be important at last."

Lucinda, who guesses the magnitude of the matter, grumbles and decides to be ready.

It is inconceivable that Josep, the knight who is supposed to be in the king's capital, should say that he has returned to the territory at this time, except for having Queen Aura 'travel instantly'.

In the current kingdom of Karpua, Queen Aura sent Joseph, the knight of the belly, purposefully using the precious magic she could only use. It is not hard to imagine that it is quite important.

That's how Lucinda consolidates her readiness, gets lightly familiar, and waits for her father's stomach.

"We're out of time, Master Lucinda. By the life of the knight Joseph, your palace, I have just returned."

"Thank you, Sir Josep."

Lucinda takes her seat and greets the middle-aged knight, the belly of the Ghazir border uncle, with a soft smile.

Lucinda, the eldest daughter of the Borderline House, is higher as a nobleman than Joseph the Knight, my father's subordinate, and therefore, with courtesy, there is no problem at all in welcoming him while sitting in a chair. But Lucinda is not worldly enough to impose that difference in identity on a four-sided square to a warring knight who fought through earlier wars as one arm of his father.

"Anything, you said you brought your father's writ. If you're not tired, I'd like to keep talking to you, okay?

Lucinda smiles so much and suggests to the warring knight. A human being who originally jumped on "Moment Travel" can't be exhausted either.

Knight Josep, when small and overwhelming,

"Yes. If I could wear it that way, I'd be fortunate. I have been told by your museum to hurry."

I answered that without loosening my harsh expression.

Okay, I'll take a look at the letter.

"Yes, here it is"

When Lucinda receives the letter offered by the knight Josep, he opens it immediately on the spot and looks through.

There, the current situation surrounding the Border House of Bahr el-Ghazir was described in detail.

"... ugh."

The look on Lucinda's face strengthens step by step. The relative upset has been contained thanks to the fact that he had decided to be prepared to talk about it in some significant way, but the more this becomes, the more important it is for Uncle Ghazir Borderline to summon his two daughters to the King's Capital, too.

"Sir Josep. Keep your hips down there and let me know more."

"Ha, I understand."

To the master's daughter, who tightens her expression, the knight of war, paid a caged tribute not only to form.

Lucinda, with her hips down to an undivided wooden chair, spreads the dragon-skinned paper that arrives from her father on an equally undivided table and speaks to the knight Joseph, who sits face to face.

"According to this, when it comes to that kid - Nilda's name not on the royal 'roster' - you take a copy and you solve it, right?

Lucinda's first confirmation related to the fact that her belly-up sister had not put her name on the royal 'roster', that is, was not officially recognized as a nobleman.

If my pretty sister is not to be recognized as an official aristocrat, she is not calm as Lucinda either.

Nevertheless, if the information in the written statement is correct, there seems to be nothing more to worry about in this matter.

The warring knight sitting face-to-face agrees to affirm such Lucinda's speculation.

"Yes, if His Majesty Aura checks the copy and finds the refrain to be undoubtedly an official Royal document, that's fine. There are also about six months due for photocopy confirmation, so unless there's more to it, it won't matter."

To the knight Josep's answer, Lucinda pulls out her shoulder strength like a ho. At the time I read the letter, I knew it would be okay first, but I would still be relieved if you assured me that it was clear "no problem".

Lucinda, who had made a commitment to the issue she was most concerned about, calms down a little and asks about the next issue.

"Then if we take a copy when we go up to the King's Capital, the matter will be solved.

So here's the matrimonial story, which is the next issue, and this is definitely with the perception that Nilda will be General Pujol's real wife - that is, the 'Lady in Charge of the Gigens'?

I can only take that if I read the text of the letter honestly, but I still can't believe Lucinda because it's not very common sense that Nilda, the concubine, will be the host wife of the prestigious Gigens.

But like blowing Lucinda's care like that, Knight Josep strongly affirms.

"Yes, definitely. General Pujol wants to connect with the Ghazir Border House. Your Majesty's permission has also been granted. At first, Lucinda's name was also raised, but due to various circumstances, she was eventually proposed to Nilda."

To the knight Joseph, who puts it slightly out of place, Lucinda quickly organizes information in her head, keeping her expression fixed.

General Pujol's aim is the very connection with the Border House of Bahr el-Ghazir.

For this reason, General Pujol initially intended to apply to Lucinda for marriage.

But in the end, General Pujol proposed to Nilda.

And it was discovered that Nilda's name was not on the 'roster' during the same period.

In other words, the royal family - in this case, Queen Aura - presumably did not know until recently that there was a daughter named Nilda in the Border House of Ghazir.

If we combine those facts and further incorporate there the extremely unnatural information that "Wang Yat-senjiro is showing an interest in Lucinda", we will see the full picture of the Wang Capital talks one by one.

In other words, General Pujol sought to enter into a marriage with the Ghazir Border House, with his ambition. To restrain it, Queen Aura vomited the falsehood that 'Good Jiro is interested in Lucinda', but with it General Pujol moved the subject of marriage to Nilda, the second daughter of his concubine. The royal family, who did not know Nilda existed, was taken by the qualities that Wang Yishenjiro expressed an interest in "the backhouse without a married partner".

(I see, was that...)

Speculating from the information, Lucinda, who understood the current situation of the major muscles with some accuracy, is convinced, even though he feels ticklish and painful inside.

What the hell is behind this, such as a one-sided royal showing interest in herself, a big, growing woman in the countryside? And when I saw the writing, I doubted it, but I would be convinced if the story were to flow.

(Perhaps, originally, it was a 'falsehood' of restraint against General Pujols. "Master Zenzilow is showing an interest in me." and the most unfortunate thing about it is Master Zenzilow......)

Lucinda also forgets her position and sympathizes with the King's Mate, who, for the royal ploy, is to have 'expressed interest' in a great age like her.

Nevertheless, from the standpoint of the Ghazir Border House, I suppose we should be more sympathetic than sympathetic to the royal demise.

…………

Often, Lucinda quietly opens her mouth, thinking in her head how she should make use of this one.

"Okay. Then I will take Nilda to the King's Capital. When Chavier gets back here, be ready so he can leave. During the year, Chavier will return, won't he?

"Ha, it's Master Left. But are you sure? When Lucinda stands in the king's capital instead, next year's" New Year's Festival "in the territory will be partitioned by Chavier by himself."

Celebrating the New Year's Eve is one of the biggest celebrations here in the South. Usually, Lucinda, who partitions the affairs of the territory, was in command, but to say that Lucinda would head to the King's Capital before the beginning of the year inevitably means that next year's 'New Year's Festival' of the Ghazir Borderline Berg Territory will have to be partitioned by Chavier.

Lucinda replies with a bitter smile to Josep, a knight who worries about young, inexperienced Chavier, clarity.

"That's right. Next year's 'New Year's Festival' will be partitioned by Chavier. With this medal, Chavier has officially established himself as the next neighborhood uncle. I can't even say that I don't like politics in the future. Of course, before we leave, I will fully include those around us."

Military skill is important, of course, in taking over the status of borderline uncle, but we cannot talk unless we are able to do the least in politics.

Fortunately, the "New Year's Festival" is a "dead" event that has done the same thing over and over again for decades. Lucinda decided it was ideal for her brother's full-scale practical debut.

It's close to routine work that has been repeated over and over again, even for Chavier's first experience, for juries, heads of villages, etc. who practice under it. Worst of all, Chavier should at least be shaped by simply 'ordering' the parrot back with the 'Gushen proposal' coming up from the bottom, Lucinda hit it.

"If that's the case, I have nothing to say to you. Everything is exactly as Lucinda has chosen it."

That's what Knight Josep says, keeping his hips down on the chair, bowing his head to the master's daughter.

With regard to these routine extractions, it is Lucinda's word that he has achieved more than a Ghazir border ambassador. Even warriors of war, in government, the knight Josep, close to the Gateway Man, places his full confidence in Lucinda's instructions. I can't say it out loud, but as far as everyday political judgment is concerned, I trust you more than Uncle Ghazir Borderline.

At the end of the approximate story, the warring knight takes his seat.

"So long, Master Lucinda. I beg your pardon."

"Yes, Sir Josep. Thank you for your time."

Lucinda stood up to it and dropped off her exiting father's loyal minister.

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Then a while later.

Lucinda, on the same chair in the same room, was relative to the young girl.

"Sister Lucinda, I mean, I need to talk to you, but what's the story?

That's the girl sitting face-to-face - Nilda Ghazir tilts her neck.

Nilda Ghazir is a girl small enough to tell at a glance even as she sits in a chair. Even adding the age of fourteen in a few years would fall into a small category.

Amazingly large black binoculars, not high but well shaped nose. The small, thin jaw contour and the facial appearance can be handicapped by calling it 'beautiful girl' first.

Shorter ponytails that are perfectly glossy with scented oil, coupled with one-pose dresses with many unmatched lace decorations on the periphery, look more like noble ladies than Lucinda, the son of a genuine wife, at first glance.

In reality, however, Nilda is made to dress like this because she is a 'lady with a burning blade'.

In the case of Lucinda, a born nobleman, the aristocratic standing behavior is so well worn that she does not have to stiffen her hair with fragrance oil or shake it in a dress that it is easy to move with qualities, whereas in the case of Nilda, who has been raised as a village daughter until the age of nine in years, the hair that moves poorly, loosening her outfit, immediately 'Oori becomes known'.

Unmatched dresses in the countryside are, in other words, "ladies' corrective gips" that cannot yet be removed.

Such a look returns the big eyes of a fine little lady, and Lucinda answers, loosening her face with nature.

"Today, Sir Josep from Wang Du carried your father's letter, and he was returned. It was noted in the letter that you will soon be asked to go up to the King's Capital."

"Am I to the king's capital?

To her sister's words, her sister blinks those big eyes with a pussy and reveals her surprise. At the same time, its eyes seep through the color of unseen expectations and joy.

Nilda will also be fifteen by the count next year. Exactly my age daughter. The yearning for the King of Flowers capital naturally grows large in its little breasts.

Lucinda continues to explain to her unconsciously slightly forward-looking sister as she grins inside.

"Nilda, I'm not going out to play. There are two main things to ask you to do in the King's Capital. The first is…"

With that said, Lucinda tells her sister about the missed filling in of the 'roster' in as soft a way as she can.

But the facts don't change anywhere. The girl, who is informed that she is not recognized as an official nobleman, puts a small hand on her mouth and raises a voice of anxiety.

"So what happens to me, sister?

To his sister, who anxiously moisturizes her big black eyes, Lucinda tries to throw a calm grin back,

"It's okay, Nilda. As for the matter, if you can confirm the" copy "that we keep, please re-register your name on the" Register "immediately, and we will have your confirmation."

"Really?"

Ho, as he loves his chest-lowering sister, Lucinda narrows her eyes a little, but doesn't forget to stab the nail.

"But naturally, in the Wang capital, you will also worship with His Majesty. Try to answer without a crude phase."

"Right. Okay."

Nilda, who was pointed out, strengthens her face with nervousness, as she now realizes.

Nilda has been severely discouraged about politeness since she became the daughter of the Ghazir Borderline House at the age of nine, but she has come to this day without happiness or unhappiness or blessings for the opportunity to show off her achievements outside her body. I can't tell you not to be nervous because that first opportunity is to be the top opponent in the country.

Unconsciously tightening her lips firmly, to her sister holding both fists on her lap, Lucinda continues the conversation with a tender grin.

"It's okay, Nilda. If you behave as I taught you, no problem. More importantly, after that. Earlier, you said you had two errands on your way to Wang Du, right?

Another thing to do is talk about it. "

"Talk to me, is it?

Nilda with a surprise look on her sudden story, but she doesn't look disgusted with the fringe itself. I guess you understand that my marriage will be decided at the convenience of the house in the education I have received from the Ghazir Borderline Uncle family until today.

"Is that the story your father brought?

Rather, after the surprise had left, Lucinda smiled and shook her neck sideways to Nilda, who tided her cheeks slightly with excitement, as she hoped somewhere.

"No. It's a story from the other side. Haven't you ever heard of your name? General of the kingdom, now head of the Gijen family. Sir Pujol has asked you to marry him."

"Huh? General Pujol!? That's true!? Sister!"

Surprisingly, the little lady makes a loud, badly behaved noise called Gatan and rises out of her chair.

It's called verbalism, it's called standing and behaving, and it's completely peeled off.

"Nilda, you're behaving badly."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry... or I'm sorry, sister"

Nilda, who was pointed out by her sister, just said, "I did it," and when I hold my mouth with my right hand, I sit back in the chair to take care of it now.

There's no point in Nilda forgetting me and getting excited.

Speaking of Pujol Gijen, he's the biggest hero of the Karpua kingdom in the war ahead. Even when Nilda was still a village daughter, she is as famous as she has ever heard of her name.

If Nilda is heard to be his daughter-in-law based on rumours and the 'hero' she was hearing in the bard's song, there is no reason for Nilda to be surprised.

Quickly, Lucinda deliberately takes one big sigh and stabs the nail at Nilda, who makes her big eyes sparkle in her dreams.

"Nilda. If you seem to do something as bad as you did earlier, it's not very much, but you can't take me to the King's Capital. Nice."

"Yes, I'll be careful, sister"

As a matter of fact, Nilda's visit to the king's capital is an order of the Gazilian border uncle, so Lucinda doesn't have the authority to ban it, but Nilda snorts with a peculiar face.

But still, Nilda's 'falling in love' excitement doesn't even get cold at all.

"What is General Pujol like?

I can't tell you not to get excited because the girl, who was originally just a village daughter, suddenly becomes the daughter of a lord at the age of nine, and now marries her as a full wife under the nation's best general. If the facts spread, it is the best Cinderella story, not left alone by the bard.

Lucinda tries to say in a sober voice how she tends to dream about her sister.

"Nor do I have any direct knowledge with Sir Pujol, but as a private or public figure, you are not the one to hear bad rumors. However, the Gijen family is a prestige during the prestige of the central nobility. You are expected to behave shamelessly as your rightful wife. Don't forget that, okay?"

"Yes, sister. I'll try."

To her sister, who couldn't contain her excitement, Lucinda replied, "I hope," holding her head in her heart.

(Honestly, a lot of things mean uneasy friendships, but you don't have the option to say no from here. Somehow, I hope it's me and your father and they fit in as far as I can follow)

Perhaps Nilda should fall asleep in her own bed after this, gobble up and expose her joy.

Lucinda's inner anxiety increases to her sister, who is in pretty good shape, for the Cinderella story of being proposed by the nation's best general.

For better or worse, a girl named Nilda sees only the good side of things and not the bad side.

Especially when it comes to your life, you think happiness is guaranteed, and it's a little dangerous to watch.

Nevertheless, it may also be natural for Nilda to be optimistic about her life in a way.

Originally, when she was just a village daughter, Nilda seemed to have a strong admiration for The Girl's Love Song, sung by the bard.

Of course, for Nilda at the time, that was just admiration, layering herself on the heroine of a song that said so, and dreaming only temporarily was the mountain of Sekiyama.

But in such a world of aristocracy and in love with the prince, it was discovered whether it would be or really the fact that "I was the daughter of a lord" to the girl who had longed for me. Moreover, the lord firmly recognized the girl as "indeed my daughter" and welcomed her as a lord clan.

In addition, Nilda was extremely fortunate about her subsequent routine as the 'daughter of the lord'.

My father, Uncle Ghazir Borderline, was a clumsy samurai man in his relationship, but he showed his love for his newly discovered daughter when he was clumsy, and most importantly because his sister Lucinda, who had partitioned the house since that time, was a woman of real affection.

Of course, as a 'daughter of the Lords', I was a tough hit Lucinda when it came to tapping into courtesy and upbringing to avoid embarrassment, but at the same time I also remembered to pour love into my belly sister, as a family, in an understandable way.

I slept in a bed with her so that the girl wouldn't miss me at night, even if it was harsh during the day. At night, when I went to bed, I did not condone anything, even if it was not verbal or courteous, and I also normally accepted to call myself "sister" rather than "sister".

Lucinda said. "Nilda's personality as a village daughter has already been formed to some extent. From this age, it is difficult to wipe it out completely. If I ever forced her to call me" sister, "for her I would have to call her" sister, "living in a house with me, only being a" scary red other "".

As the daughter of the Ghazir Borderline Berber family, she was not ashamed to beat in the behavior and upbringing of standing, but responded with precise care so that the Ghazir Borderline Berber family could recognize her as' home 'for Nilda.

After the war, Lucinda also arranged for Nilda's mother to be pulled out as a servant of the mansion and, once every ten days, to be able to spend time with her mother.

Such Lucinda's efforts have borne fruit firmly, and in the last few years Nilda has admired and sweetened the people of the Ghazir Border House as "Father," "Sister," and "Brother," while apparently acquiring a standing behavior that is only shameless as an aristocratic courtier.

As a result, Nilda became the daughter of the Ghazir Border House and has had happy days to this day.

If, on the other hand, this was given to an inconvenient aristocratic house, "it would have been happier to live as a village daughter, even if poor, as long as we spent it in such a cold house," then there would have been disillusionment with the reality of the aristocratic society, but Nilda has not had any frightening events to disillusion herself in such an aristocratic society.

Of course, studying etiquette and upbringing is tough, but that also only gives rise to the swallowing feeling that "noble princesses are pretty tough too" at best.

Exactly as the narrative of the story states: "Thus, Princess Nilda, who became the daughter of the nobility, has since been happy at the Borderline Uncle House in Ghazir. Congratulations," he has lived his life.

That's the story of my marriage to a fine hero who came down to Nilda even further.

Nilda only says, "More happiness has come to me," he has taken.

From Lucinda's point of view, there are a lot of anxiety elements, but I couldn't help thinking about it here.

"We don't have much time until we stand in the King's Capital. Please be prepared as I will give you a little strict guidance on courtesies, matchmaking precautions, etc."

"Yes, sister"

Excited by the thrill, Lucinda takes a small sigh of breath so that she can't hear her sister's smile about to hear such a phonetic sound.

"Is it okay, really? I feel comfortable relying on remoteness, but just in case, it might be better to talk to Aunt Amanda of the King's Capital."

Originally, the hard-won, altruistic, and responsible Lucinda completely drove him to the corner of his head that there was a major event, at some point, that he would also meet Wang Jinjiro in the Wang capital.