Risou no Himo Seikatsu

New Year's Festival.

That is one of the most significant events of the year, here in the Kingdom of Karpua.

Since the Kingdom of Karpua adopts the Sun Sun Calendar, the last day of the year will always be a crescent moon. On that day, the people of the kingdom of Karpua do the fasting and sweeping.

It seems rational to cleanse yourself by constantly eating, cleaning your home with a sweep, and celebrating the new year as beautifully as possible, but I'm not sure exactly what it is. Because of the traditional events that have been going on since before the founding of the country, it is the status quo that the people and all of them, as "such", have no doubts and accept it.

As a matter of course, if you cut off the food, the most likely people will be able to move their bodies. On top of that, we have to do the manual labor of cleaning, so in general, on the last day of the year, few people carry out activities other than cleaning.

However, since it is not forbidden to operate on the last day in itself, very few people with special circumstances are encouraged to perform their duties on the last day as well.

In one room of the royal palace, two women who applied to that exception sat opposite each other and exchanged words.

"We're out of time, Master Amanda. I'm sorry to call you on such a busy day."

Lucinda Ghazir, the eldest daughter of the Borderline Bojia of Ghazir, deeply bowed her head to a middle-aged woman in a samurai garment who said so and sat face to face.

"No, it's no big deal, Master Lucinda. Luckily, Ines, the cleaning manager, has partitioned the cleaning of the back house. Today, rather, we have more room than usual."

A middle-aged woman in a samurai garment - Amanda, the samurai chief, loosens her natural tightness just a little and smiles.

In fact, there is no lie in the words of Chief Amanda Samurai. It was about half a month before Lucinda came out to King's Capital with Nilda. Naturally, Lucinda has applied to see Chief Amanda Samurai the day after she settles down at the Wangdu Mansion. As a result, it was the head of the Amanda samurai who designated the date of the meeting as today.

I guess it's true that today is the easiest time to see Chief Amanda Samurai.

The lady of the rear house is not allowed to leave the rear house until she retires in principle, with the exception of some senior ladies who hold key positions. Amanda, the chief samurai, is naturally one of those exceptions, especially since the trust of Queen Aura is also thick, and thus if she is within the royal palace, she is also allowed to meet with external human beings for private reasons.

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The two remain silent and add brown sugar to the hot tea. One spoon, two spoons, three spoons...

Usually, two people who add a large amount of sugar to a cup of tea that they often drink without adding sugar, gaze at each other and laugh as if lit.

"Huh, Master Lucinda still puts sugar in his tea today,"

"Yes, I'm ashamed"

As an aristocratic woman, Lucinda, with thin makeup, blushed her cheeks slightly and agreed small to lean down.

The last day of the year is the day of the fast. But fasting does not include water or tea. For this reason, usually even the tea is straightforward, but only this day, because of calorie intake, people continue to add large quantities of sugar.

Apparently, neither did Chief Amanda Samurai and Lucinda leak into the example.

Lucinda, who moistens her throat with tea full of sugar, not much to say on a daily basis, cuts out the story in a quiet tone.

"Dear Amanda. I think you already know why my sister Nilda and I came to King's Capital this time. It's about Nilda's 'roster' and her marriage to General Pujol.

Luckily for me, one of the 'rosters' cases doesn't seem to matter and I'm putting my chest down, but I'm just honestly worried about dealing with it when it comes to one of my marriages. Unfortunately, I grew up in a country where neither my sister nor I have ever been out of the territory, so it seems that I know nothing more than rumors about the Gijen family, General Pujol's home.

Therefore, we wanted to rely on the knowledge of Amanda, who works for the King's Capital, and we set this place up. "

To Lucinda, who bows her head small, the Chief Amanda samurai answers clearly, with her tightened eyes.

"Now I am the one who keeps the backyard. The information that can be divulged to the outside world is extremely limited, but are you aware of that, Master Lucinda?

Such a tough response also predicted to some extent that Lucinda would agree to a special victory without changing one expression.

"Yes. Of course, I am aware of Amanda's position. Even for me, it's not like I want to know the secret information about the special royal palace or the royal family. I just want to know what information is commonly known in the Royal Palace."

"If that's the case, doesn't it have to be me?

"I'm right, but I don't have time for this one."

To the point of Chief Amanda Samurai, Lucinda smiled troubled bitterness and shook her neck sideways.

Chief Amanda Samurai is right, if you are generally craving rumor-level information circulating in the royal palace, you do not need to pull out the difficult rear palace samurai chief. If you socialize quite a bit, it's a story you'll hear sooner or later.

But Lucinda's right, then, it's going to take a lot of time to round-up the information that's false. Rumor stories are a mixture of unintentional falsehoods to make things funny. To choose the truth from such rumours, it is necessary to have multiple sources and to wash out the contradictions. Lucinda doesn't have that time right now.

Therefore, as a matter of urgency, a personably and competently trustworthy person, Chief Amanda Samurai, was chosen as the source of information.

"Okay. It's the favor of a cute niece like no other. Of course, I will limit myself to the extent that I have no problems with my job."

Chief Amanda samurai greatly loosened her natural tough face and smiled and undertook to do so.

"Thank you, Aunt Amanda"

Lucinda, too, lowers her head small with a grin of relief.

Incidentally, to be precise, Chief Amanda Samurai and Lucinda are not related to her aunt/niece. He is a slightly more distant bloodline because Lucinda's father, Uncle Ghazir Borderline and Amanda, are between cousins.

Amanda is a member of the Gazelle Border House. It is a family that is entrusted with the management of the Wang Du Mansion of the Borderline Bojia in Ghazir, and in relation to it, it is a clan of local lords, but also has a deep connection with the central nobility.

"So, what shall I tell you from?"

"Yes, please tell us, as far as you are concerned, to what extent it is rumored to be General Pujol's servant or in the King's capital with regard to this marriage"

Lucinda focused on gathering information so that her belly sister could marry her in full circle.

The information of Chief Amanda Samurai, as I said no earlier, was neither particularly profound nor detailed, but sincere without a mixture of false statements.

"Let me tell you something precious. Thank you, Amanda."

Finished asking what she wanted to hear the whole way, Lucinda bows her head small to a distant woman sitting face to face.

The expression has a slightly wider color of relief. I guess the information I heard from Chief Amanda Samurai gave me some bright prospects ahead.

"You are busy, my dear, and I have no words of gratitude. We'll make this up to you later."

Lucinda's, who said so with a neat face, perceived the atmosphere in which she was still about to leave this place, asks the chief of the Amanda maid, leaning her little neck.

"Is that really all you need to ask?

Couldn't you grasp the intentions of Chief Amanda Samurai, Lucinda, with a Kyotong face, returns the words.

"Yes, I think I've asked you about everything."

To her cousin (Joutsu), who really doesn't understand, the head of the Amanda samurai overlaps her questioning words.

"Master Lucinda has only heard rumors about it with the Gigens, the daughter-in-law of Master Nilda, since earlier. But Master Nilda shouldn't be the only one whose marriage story is holding up. Mr. Lucinda, are you talking to yourself? Don't you have to ask me about Master Zenzilow?

Lucinda inadvertently leaks a bitter smile when she finally understands what she wants to say to the direct question of Chief Amanda Samurai.

"That can't be done in a double sense.

First and foremost, for Amanda, Master Zenzilow is the Lord who serves directly. In Amanda's position, information about Zenzilow should be unacceptable to divulge even trivial things at work, and a shameful imitation of it can't be done.

And secondly, I have a close guess of what my situation is. Why did Master Zenzilow take the word "show interest" when I didn't have a clue? More than I can speculate on that flow, it depends on my hope that I will draw some consideration from the royal family to the Ghazir Borderline House by doing so while exploring a landing site that will not have unintentional consequences' Take it to Master Zenzilow '. "

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With an uncomfortable smile, to Lucinda, who said clearly, Chief Amanda samurai leaked a small, deep sigh.

Considering the position of the head of the Amanda samurai, the concern is not to make inquiries that touch upon her duties from the outset. Far away, while on the border of Bahr el-Ghazir, the intelligence of connecting the information heard again to accurately read the context in which Yoshijiro was taken by Lucinda as "interested".

And altruistic thoughts, even in front of a thousand opportunities of royal side-rooming, don't even think of making my greed a priority.

As the daughter of a regional lord aristocrat, that can be said to be exemplary, but it appears a little dangerous in the eyes of the relative, Chief Amanda Samurai.

"Dear Lucinda, Are you sure? If I were to teach you how easy it is to be Zenzilow, there would be no problem in my position."

Lucinda often thinks to the mercy of the head of the Amanda samurai.

"Right...... sure, if you treat them without knowing anything, you may work unintentionally and disrespectfully to offend Master Zenzilow.

Dear Amanda, I'm sorry to interrupt your foreword, but can you still, Professor, please?

"… I understand"

Only, to Lucinda, who withdrew her foreword from the thought of her surroundings, did Chief Amanda samurai, once and for all, leak a deep sigh.

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Around that time, in the rear palace, a year-end sweep had been carried out.

It's just called cleaning, and cleaning on this day is a big deal. For this reason, the young ladies, who are usually assigned to each department, are all swept up for cleaning just this day.

In addition, as far as the living room and bedroom are concerned, Yoshijiro is moving his hands as well.

Generally, it is not advisable for royalty and high-ranking nobility to get their hands dirty on chores such as cooking, laundry and cleaning themselves, with the exception of cleaning at the end of this year. Since cleaning at the end of the year is a kind of 'divine matter', even if the royal marquis cleans himself, it is not an issue.

In the case of Yoshijiro, there are items that I don't want to leave to the samurai to maintain, starting with the appliances, so I clean them on a daily basis.

Together, cleaning at the end of the year is a familiar custom even for the modern Japanese, Yoshijiro.

As a college student who lived one step in front of a dirty room at the Mogusa, and as a social worker who was too busy to physically afford to clean the room, I only did end-of-year sweeps on boulders every year.

All right, let's get started.

Yoshijiro in a Gpan T-shirt headed first for a computer on his desk.

Either way, Amateur Sanjiro doesn't have a lot of maintenance to do, but still, once a year or so, you should do enough to remove the cover and pay off the dust that builds up inside.

"Come on."

Having pulled out various cords that extend from the computer body with a familiar hand, Yoshijiro removes the cover of the computer with a careful hand when he loosens the screw that is stopping the cover with the driver.

"Ugh..."

Sanjiro, who looked inside, frowned reflexively. I was ready, but it still doesn't feel good to see the inside of my computer cloudy white with dust.

When I was in Japan, I used disposable air sprays to pay for internal dust, but unfortunately I didn't bring any of those tools to this world. But instead, there is magic in this world.

"Ines, please"

The middle-aged samurai - Inez, head of cleaning - dressed in an eponymous samurai garment was the one who stood ahead when Sanjiro said so and turned around.

"Yes, I understand. Should I pay for the dust that's accumulating inside with the wind?

"Yeah, nice to meet you. Unless it's like wind pressure, the parts inside shouldn't jump or break, but be careful."

To Yoshijiro's words, the skinny middle-aged samurai laughs with a nickel and turns to an unknown tool called a computer.

Inez, standing in front of a computer with the cover removed on his desk, softly raised his right index finger,

"The wind runs out of my fingertips and blows out according to my will. At the price of this, I offer twenty one magical powers to the Wind Spirit."

The effect of the spell was immediately exerted. A gentle breeze blows through the tip of Ines' index finger.

Inez holds a handkerchief in his empty left hand, keeping his mouth and nose blocked, and blows the dust inside the computer with the magic of the wind. Apparently, it's the type of magic that allows the wind to adjust at the user's will, making it more efficient and dust-blowing than Yoshijiro takes with an air spray.

However, the fact that 'the duration is short', a shortcoming common to magic in general, does not seem to have been resolved, and in less than thirty seconds the magic lost its effect.

"The wind runs out of my fingertips..."

Immediately, Yoshijiro, who was watching Ines' hands beside him resume dust removal by casting the same spell, says in a tone that impressed him.

"Wow, that's convenient. Can I remember that magic, too?

To the Lord's inquiry, the middle-aged samurai smiles and returns her words, unstoppable.

"It won't be impossible, but isn't it pretty difficult? Because this is magic with a fairly low magic output."

Generally, those with a high amount of magic tend to be less comfortable with small-scale magic that requires less magic. Kojiro, who as a royal family has only the lowest level of magic, is also a big enough magic holder if it fits the common sense of the public.

"Oh, speaking of which, is that so? So even if I learn from Mrs. Octavia and Aura, I can't use it. I don't think my magic power output adjustment is very high."

Sanjiro, who has recently finally worked on a second magic mastery, is not as good at adjusting magic output as he says he is. The output has to be narrowed down a lot, it's unlikely that small-scale magic will be available.

But it was a problem before that when it came to this magic.

"Um, this magic -" Wind Fingers "is not very common magic, so neither Lord Octavia nor His Majesty Aura has mastered it. I may be the only one who is currently learning from the living."

To the words of Inez, who laughs and says a little troubled, Yoshijiro raises his voice of surprise.

"Oh, wow, Ines. I know a lot of valuable magic."

"No. It's not that big a deal. Because it's not magic of practical value either. The Lord I was serving before His Majesty Aura was the one who elaborated on the development of magic, so he's just mastering some of the proprietary magic that he developed.

Yes, now the dust is roughly paid for. "

Ines, as nostalgic as she used to be, narrowed her eyes and laughed small.

He was the Lord who served before Aura, the Good Jiro, who was surprised for a moment by the words, but if you think about it, that is a very natural story. Regardless of the young samurai, the samurai chiefs and heads of departments are all over ten years older than Aura. No wonder I had a life before I served Aura.

"Mm, thanks. Now, why don't you put the cover back on and try turning it on?"

Yoshijiro continues his conversation with Ines as he magically restarts his cover on the dust-fed computer inside and stops the screw with the driver.

"What else is proprietary magic?

"I'm sorry I can't live up to your expectations, but it's just magic that's no big deal." Wind Fingers, "" Water Hands, "" Fire Claws, "and" Sand Arms ". There are other" Wings of Fire "or" Tails of the Earth ". It's all useless magic. By developing such magic, he said he was studying the magic language itself, but I think it was easier than half the time."

"Haha, sounds like you were kind of a funny thinker. Who was the Lord before Ines?"

"Right. In public appreciation," seriously, "they said," physical quiet, "but for me, it was comforting, fun, but a little troublesome."

Based on Ines' far-sightedness and tone of speech in the past, Yoshijiro, who realized that the person was the deceased, avoided hearing more about it. At least, it doesn't seem like a good story to hear out in the chatter we talk about while cleaning.

While we're doing that, the living room door opens rattled and people come in.

Just when Yoshijiro, who finished installing the computer cover, looked back, there was a beauty she was used to seeing - the figure of Queen Aura.

"Oh, you're doing it."

"Ah, Aura. Did you run some errands for the royal palace?

"Mm-hmm. Today, no, this year is over. This one's in the middle of cleaning up. All of them, let me help you a little."

"Thank you, Sire Aura. If so, could His Majesty join Master Zenzilow in asking him to clean his personal belongings?"

To Aura, who is quickly motivated, Ines, the cleaning manager, assigns an easy role.

Aura, a biological royalty, has barely experienced cleaning except at the end of the year once a year. Mixing with the samurai and doing the same job just gets in the way, honestly.

I guess I guessed that Inez's out-of-the-box words. Aura laughed bitterly while

"Okay. Zenzilow, what should I do?

and honestly follow Inez's words.

"Hmm, let's clean the TV then. I'll get rid of the TV set, so in the meantime, can I ask Aura to clean the TV?

"Um, I got it."

The queen and his wife made their way to the corner of the room where the TV was kept.

Inside the TV set, there is a large amount of personal belongings of Yoshijiro related to the TV. Moreover, it is quite cluttered inside because it says to the principled samurai that they are useless.

Yoshijiro first drags all the contents out of the TV set onto the floor and starts cleaning one at a time by herself walking around on the carpet.

The first thing that comes to my attention are two main bodies of video games and multiple game software.

"Look at it this way, it's pretty dusty. The controller's got dirt on it."

After wiping the removed console with a tightly squeezed rag and a dry cloth, Yoshijiro then reaches for the game software as well.

"Speaking of which, I don't feel like I've played many games lately either. Oh, you haven't sealed this off yet. All right, we'll do this by next year."

Gaming software that isn't even sealed. That's a sequel to the software I used to play in high school and college. Since I became a member of society, I bought a sold sequel, but I didn't have time to play or any other shards, so it's a substitute that I forgot to exist itself at some point.

It's a constant cleaning routine, and by looking at things that I don't see very often on a daily basis, my hand stops sticking. It's still done to this extent because it's game software, but if this is a book or comic book, it's not uncommon to say, "Hey, this is all," while leaving the cleaning loose at some point and reading time begins.

"Don't forget, do you want to keep this?"

Yoshijiro, who lays down the game software with its clear vinyl seal on it, goes on to clean the DVD.

The DVD is a special case made of fabric purchased from an electrician. Yoshijiro, who opened his zip and dawned inside, easily wipes the inside of the case, while following with his eyes the letters written on the DVD.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen much DVD in the end either.

Sanjiro, who liked television a lot, was curious that the show was regularly recorded and dropped on DVD, but only a few have seen it since he came here.

I watch quite a few shows where idol groups try to make villages, but I haven't seen them all yet, and the drama Taguchi just saw "The Doctor's Drama Who Time Slipped at the End of Edo" and "Yakuza's Drama Apprenticed to the Tagu Family".

There are many other DVDs of dramas we have yet to see, such as "The Drama of a Housekeeper Abnormally Competent With No Mouth, No Expression," "The Drama of a Top-notch Board Becoming a Temporary Lecturer in High School to Open a High School Student and Restaurant," and even "The Drama with a Bar Staged with a Genius Bartender as its Protagonist".

But the three DVDs that draw a line with them are what bothered Sanjiro the most now, which is how he organizes DVDs.

"Me, why didn't you throw this away and bring it..."

With a caged sigh of regret, Yoshijiro turns a blind eye to the trend of Aura, his wife, in what can only be described as behavioral suspicion.

Three DVDs at the disposal of Yoshijiro. It's a tough DVD called 'Adult'. Yoshijiro is also a young healthy man, so naturally by the time he was in Japan, he had reached for the DVD of his hand as well.

The majority, when transferring to this world, have disposed of it, but only the 'favorites' that are spared to let go have been brought without throwing them away (of course, they are all big tits and breast implants).

I deeply regret that.

(I think it's a mistake. Come to think of it, there's no such thing as a private space where you can watch porn videos all by yourself, so it doesn't make sense to bring it)

Rather, by now, it is just a bomb.

Even with Yoshijiro's personal effects, the only devices that can play DVDs are computers and televisions. There is no way that Yoshijiro can have the nerve to watch porn videos in a living room that has not been soundproofed at all.

Moreover, Aura has also recently become accustomed to the use of electrical appliances, so she can play her own DVD.

(What do you do, just pretend wrong and crack it and throw it away? No, you can't. Aura has the magic of 'Time Retrospective'. Kind and considerate, my daughter-in-law can't possibly not use 'time retroactive' for precious products from different worlds)

In that case, go on, Aura would say. "All right, let's play it just in case," he said. If that happens......

(In that case, I die. If Aura gets angry, she dies physically. If you forgive me with a warm smile, I will die mentally. Either way, I die)

Soon, there will be a bright voice over the head of Yoshijiro, who is distressed by stopping his cleaning hands.

"What's up, Zenzilow? Your hands are stopped. If it's hard, shall I take your place later?

"Hih!? Hey, no, it's nothing. It's okay, it's okay, I'll do it. Because I'll do this!

Where I have an adult DVD in my hand, Sanjiro, voiced by his wife, raises his voice so upset that there is no more.

Of course Aura, the young ladies who were cleaning in the living room were as loud as stopping hands and looking at this one as she was surprised, so I guess she made a pretty loud noise.

But Aura, like her husband's unnatural disturbance, without further pursuit,

"Um, well. Then don't hold your hand. Cleaning while on a hunger strike will be tough, but when it's done, I'll make you prepare a cup of tea full of sugar and fruit juice, so be patient for a while now."

And I say with a gentle smile.

"Ugh, yeah. Well, if you haven't eaten anything in the morning, your body and head will lose their work."

In Aura's words, Yoshijiro, who finds an excuse to dress, says so and resumes the flutter and cleaning.

"Um, good luck with that"

With a rag on the TV, there was a 'nyaniya' grin on his wife's face overlooking her behaving suspiciously husband.