Sevens

After the adventurer registration, Nowem and I decided to stay in an affordable hotel for what's in Darion.

Upon entering the room, the two of us are reading the booklet Mr. Hawkins gave us.

The content was simple.

[Doesn't bother people]

Other things include guild rules and manners.

"... it's like it's for kids"

When I was frank, Nowem agreed.

"Right. But these things are important."

From the treasure balls, the second generation gives a very consensual expression.

'Yes! Yes, it is! A lot of guys don't even follow the simple rules that are set!

(I mean, you seem very dissatisfied with something, second generation)

I look through the booklet, and I close it and put it in my bag. Looks like Nowem's finished reading it too.

So I asked you what you cared about.

"Nowem, that money..."

That's it, there's a second generation of waiting voices from the treasure balls.

"Lyell, wait! Don't listen to me! Or I don't want to hear it!

But he also asked if the first generation cared.

"Why not? You should ask. I mean, the Fox's are barons now, right? I guess I'm rich. Have you been able to repay me a little?"

The second generation yells at the first generation who sounds satisfied.

My magic diminishes with Sole.

"Idiot! Even at the Baron's, Nowem is my second daughter! I find it quite impossible for a Baron's kid to have all that money!

(... Huh? Really?

I wasn't aware. I still didn't see the value of ten pieces of gold as a lot of money.

Nowem's expression is a little troubling.

And I say it with a smile.

"It's okay, Master Lyell. It was a lot of money, but I can still afford a little."

After all, ten pieces of gold looks like a lot of money.

From me, who doesn't have much money, I'm also jealous.

"You used to have that much. Parents after all?"

"Yes, no, the... Um..."

"No? Then what happened?

So the second generation screamed quite loudly. but I don't hear anything but me.

'Don't do any more, I'm telling you!!'

Nowem leans down. I started in a bit of a hurry to see if I heard anything wrong.

"Yes, no, the... I was just wondering..."

I tried to cut the story off, but before that, Nowem opened his mouth.

"My parents also provided me with funds for my trip. But, you know... I'm selfish, so I don't really get it... so..."

It's hard to say, Nowem, but you say something terrible to me.

"I sold the household goods and clothes I prepared in my marriage to Lord Lyell. I'm sorry."

When I saw Nowem, who looked sad, I realized I had failed. []/(adj-na, adv) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk)

Above, there is the voice of the fathers from the treasure balls.

"Huh? Household property tools... Huh?

Confused first generation.

'That's why you said it! Stop... I feel guilty...'

The third generation also speaks out.

'It's my time, but the household tools I bring to my daughter-in-law's house were quite a fortune for a girl... what about now?

The seventh generation answers that.

'It's still property. It's your own property that you can take out of your parents' house, and your daughter-in-law doesn't have the right to be free to do it either. In other words, the sending side will do its utmost... given the Walt family's character, it may have forced the Fox family to do so. '

Hearing that, the fourth generation screams from the first generation.

'No!

'That's why I told you not to listen! Says there's a reason a girl has that much money!!'

"Sister, I'm sorry for bothering you to the offspring..."

'What's wrong with you! You know, you keep bothering the Foxz family to the offspring! Seriously, how am I supposed to repay my favor!

The first generation kept screaming and the second generation seemed thin but noticed.

The third generation begins to apologize for remembering someone from the Foxz family who took care of them.

As far as the fourth generation is concerned, he is in tears.

(I have less unscrupulous magic...... or were your ancestors bothering you that much too)

Wouldn't the Foxz family be a fairly merciful clan for continuing to support such a Walt family?

In fact, Nowem does the same for me.

(I mean... this is not half guilty)

When you're getting married and marrying, I'll have some household tools for the girl, even if she's not noble. A decent home is a prerequisite.

But if you try to be a girl, it's an important occasion to get married. I would choose clothing, or anything else, for the household property tools to be aligned as tools without compromise.

Some of them may buy expensive tools that they inherit from generation to generation.

For girls, they are their treasures. He sold it off and used it for me.

(Yeah, but wait a minute... the fact that I got kicked out of my parents' house and got the money ready in a few days...)

Thinking about it, Nowem must have sold all the household tools he had.

When I realize it and turn my face blue, Nowem comforts me.

"It's okay. It was still officially my parents', but I have permission. Besides, it was the money that Master Lyell needed to grow up as an adventurer from now on. I'm glad I used it."

It is treated as second-hand if it is purchased, such as household tools. Besides, if I were in a hurry, the merchants would buy it too. Even as a merchant, I may have had trouble responding suddenly.

Must have been bought at a much lower price from the price at which it was bought.

You're tired of screaming, you're going to lose your voice from the treasure balls. No, my magic must have come to its limits.

In fact, I felt pretty tired.

"... why"

"Yes?"

"Why would you do that? It's all yours, isn't it? Even if it wasn't me, they'd have found someone to marry right away. Yet... why are you doing this to me until you sell it off!

"Dear Lyell..."

I've hit eight against Nowem.

I also lost my position as the next master, a man who was abandoned from my parents' house.

Unknown to the world, the ancestors can frighten you if you bother Nowem.

I don't have anything right now, like what I've been piling up. Without status, no money. I didn't see how Nowem could do all that to such a man.

When I was ten years old and I was treated cold by my parents, I watched the people around me gradually move away. Even then, I think Nowem was on his side.

Around the perimeter, Nowem was told that there was a slight possibility, etc.

Bet on the slightest possibility of me becoming a lord, I'm on your side...

But I really have nothing right now. Yet I couldn't believe it was somewhere in my mind to be on my side.

"It's not worth it! My sister - Ceres beat me and kicked me out of the house too! I'm the dumb one! I... am not worth it!

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Nowem looks at me with a serious look. Out of my purple eyes, I slipped my gaze. I was afraid Nowem would scare me.

Since I was ten years old, I have tried to be driven as if by fear. I've worked hard not to be dumped by my parents.

But my sister easily transcends such efforts. Every time, I've worked harder than ever.

- I knew you wouldn't get paid.

I've worked hard on my own.

Then Nowem tells me.

"... because I've been watching"

"Huh?"

"When I was little, Master Lyell could really do anything, and that was kind and... Do you remember that? I used to be alone when I was little, and even when I was called to the Count's mansion, I couldn't get used to the other kids."

In my mind when I was a little girl, it's a good memory now. But the memories, which can be described as fear after the age of ten, were too intense, and I forgot.

"Speaking of which, you did. But you were alone, but I cared a lot about you around, and the guys were playing games to distract me."

I made a prank that I wanted to distract and Nowem was unnecessarily isolated. As a trace of the Count's family, I remember arbitrating it.

It's a childhood memory.

(Probably the most fun I had back then)

"I worked very hard, and even if your parents cheated on me, I wouldn't give up..."

Since I was ten, my surroundings have left me. And I almost got to spend time alone.

I remember Nowem being around, but there were no voices or anything like that or rumors around him.

"It was when I was thirteen. I was delighted to hear that my parents had called me and decided to be engaged to Master Lyell. I said I could support Lord Lyell on your side."

"... it was all for nothing. My efforts were all wasted in front of him."

Magic was rapidly lost and thoughts did not come together.

It's also hitting eight, because self-restraint is no longer working... I wanted to think so.

I get tears.

"Nobody... nobody sees me,"

"I've been watching you. Dear Ryer, good luck."

"But they kicked me out of the house... lost everything..."

Nowem graciously held my shoulder against me for being a fool.

"I am here. I'm on your side."

"He said he didn't want his parents. I wanted you to see... I just wanted to be complimented."

Tears pour out. The feeling of feeling that I had endured coming up from the depths of my heart only makes my mood a little easier.

"I was watching. Master Lyell was splendid. Don't give up at any time, he's a fine man to face fear."

Yes -.

I was scared.

There's a sister.

The perfect being, Ceres, was so scary. But I didn't want to escape either. I wanted to try even if I knew I was going to lose.

And I lost everything.

It didn't matter anymore. I thought I could handle it, but the world wasn't even that nice.

I don't know what would have happened without Nowem, like me.

"Master Lyell is worth it. I can say that with confidence. So let's do our best, Master Lyell."

"... yeah"

That day I fell asleep hugging Nowem...

"Nobody's gonna look at me."

Lose everything.

"But Nowem's on your side."

'It would be more of a plus though! Don't be sweet!'

The first, fourth, and third generations sing, and the second generation yells at me at the end.

On my second day at Darion, I took a beginner's course at the guild and bought what I needed to sleep in preparation for tomorrow.

But I had an emergency meeting, so I was forced into the conference room.

In a circular room with eight doors, four people make fun of me as I sing on the table.

"Oh, you guys were watching..."

Embarrassing. So embarrassing.

Even in the morning, I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look directly into Nowem's face when I woke up. At night, the ancestors make fun of my embarrassing memories.

'Rather, I was ashamed of this one!

Even though my first generation was singing cheerfully, I change and yell and scatter.

"I was embarrassed too! But I had no choice because I was out of magic and flustered and I was in a depressed mood!

My utmost objection, but my surrounding eyes are cold.

Seventh generation, etc...

"As it were, well... they kicked me out of the house at the age of fifteen, and Lyle's still a kid... so you missed me, didn't you, Lyle?

"Stop! Don't be so sympathetic! Because it makes me extra embarrassed!

Hiding his face with both hands, the surface of his face had quite a bit of heat.

I'm sure his face will be bright red now.

In such a conference room, I raise my voice a little about whether the fifth generation was frustrated.

"Let's get down to business. I would have made fun of you enough. '

Then the four of them get off the table and sit in a chair.

'Right. I could make fun of you, and that's it for today. "

I say it in a satisfactory way by the first generation, but I couldn't even complain because it was after they saw me embarrassed.

(You're definitely going to talk about it every time, these guys...)

"So, what's an emergency meeting?

I just wanted to get this over with and I asked the truth.

Then the fourth generation returns to the facilitator to cut out the story.

"Lyell... Shall I marry Nowem?"

"Ha, is it marriage, is it................................................... Huh? Marriage!?"

Look at the fifth generation.

Essentially, after the fifth generation, we don't snuff Nowem.

Those opinions from the fifth generation onwards...

'Don't marry me. I mean, I think it's hard to find someone else besides that kid. You know the Walt family homework, right?

Home training for the Walt family is a must have for women who are married.

The family training supposedly prescribed by the first generation has still been handed over to the Walt family.

"And I know... I do clear Nowem..."

Walt family home training. That's...

[Women who welcome their wives must look good first and foremost]

[Secondly, being healthy]

Third, the body must be strong

[Fourth, being smart]

[Fifth, the skin is beautiful]

These are the five. I've been to the Count's house, and now I even have items about magic power and magic.

[Sixth, excellent magic]

This seems to have been added by the fifth generation.

The second generation is really recommending Nowem.

'The Walts banished Lyell, but whatever you think, the Walt mainstream is Lyell, right? It's a homework exercise that goes on for once, and I'll tell you because I've had a pretty hard time, but if you miss Nowem, there's no one for you. I mean, if you let me get that far and you don't marry me, I'm seriously gonna sneak up on you.'

The sixth generation controls the second generation and says:

'Sneaky, if you don't sneak around, leave it, you're still perfect for the person you're married to. Lyell, marry me soon. "

"Yes, no, I do like Nowem. But suddenly, I don't know if it's worth it..."

So the third generation says.

'You just have to work hard from now on. If you were well educated, you'd be able to do some things. I don't know because I haven't had a hard time finding someone to marry. "

When I hear that, the second generation gets angry.

"I guess I've been looking for your opponent! How hard do you think I tried not to struggle to find someone like me!

It's a noisy conference room, but the first generation makes a problem statement here.

"Hey... what's home training?

Don't you really understand, I look at other faces with my neck hanging?

"Huh?"

'... hey'

'Wow'

"What's that?"

"That's what you felt."

"Why don't the first generation know?

'Wait a minute. Isn't that home training from the Walt family's first generation?

Everyone is frightened. No, only the second generation was about to explode in anger by shaking it as a crocodile.

But the first generation doesn't seem to understand.

'I think you should marry Nowem because she's a good girl. But I'm talking about home training or something. Is it also a home lesson in deciding who to marry? Who are you, such a troublesome idiot?'

The second generation rises, pointing his finger and raising his anger.

"It's you, you idiot!!"

"Uh, lie?

The first generation seemed completely unrecognizable when it came to home training.