Sevens

Lord Darion's mansion.

This is the second time I've visited, but this time the atmosphere is slightly different.

Last time, I played Dodo, but this time I went home from the guild, and the outfit became rough.

I suppose I should get dressed if I were you, but Mr. Zelfie told me to hurry.

And as Mr. Zelfie and I crept through the mansion gate and went inside, Mr. Bentler, the lord, was waiting in his room first.

We're going to hurry it up.

I guess Mr. Zelfie had something to think about keeping his employer waiting.

I say hello to Mr. Ventler, who greeted me with a smile over his tea.

"Thank you for your support and sincerely..."

"Let's skip those greetings. Now, Lord Lyell the Adventurer, I think so."

Which means it must have been decided that I wasn't asked to return to retrieve it.

(I wonder if Mr. Zelfie told you that)

I'm guessing Mr. Zelfie was making a report at the stage where he decided I was a Walt family person.

(Even when I used magic, I guess I was curious to find out)

The seventh generation in charge today evaluates the opponent.

"So it's not what it looks like? You're brilliant. '

When we sit on the couch, Mr. Ventler asks what he wanted to hear.

That's the real purpose.

"I'm hearing it from Zelfie. You two aren't trying to be nobles, you're really trying to live as adventurers, he said. But this one thing is moving with different thoughts. If you want to sell your name, you should have been moved by a few elites from the start. It's now called" The Stupid Son of a Former Aristocrat. "

From my actions, I understand what my surroundings say.

We have many times as many of them, and the money is scattered to crusade one of the bandits. There were as many more efficient ways as there were.

If you do it normally, you have a huge deficit. As an adventurer, as a son of a nobleman, I would have no choice but to be told I was an idiot.

However, as far as I'm concerned, I've accomplished my purpose and even got sixty gold coins instead of a huge deficit.

It was positive enough.

"Is that for my own personal benefit?"

"Personal gain was in this bandit crusade," he said?

I hear that, and the seventh generation squeals bossly.

'To unlock skill limitations. You wouldn't understand.'

Absolutely right.

I agree with the seventh generation.

Then Mr. Zelfie comes up with Mr. Lockward's name for what he thought.

"Aria, did your daughter ask you to move your mind? No, I don't think so."

"Huh? No, that's..."

Then, for a moment, Mr. Zelfie stared at me very much. Maybe it means we should talk.

I've been giving advice since the seventh generation said "Hmm".

'Lyell, stay in the stream. It's troublesome when the first generation makes a scene about Aria. "

Without knowing, I affirmed.

"As, well... you see.... right?

I answer vaguely, I see Chillari and Nowem.

Nowem wasn't angry, he was drinking tea.

(Okay, Nowem understands this flow too! Or it's certainly like moving for Mr. Lockward from the surroundings)

I thought so, and I repeated my unambiguous affirmation of Mr Bentler's words as I went along with Mr Zelfie's story.

Because of my skills, if I'm not trusted to say, I'll be wary if I don't prepare a reason for that.

"So long, Lord Lyell is also a man. Hey, it's great to be young. True to desire."

Mr. Bentler laughing, but I don't feel complimented at all.

While I couldn't grasp the story, this bandit crusade turned out to be for Mr. Lockward, whom I liked at first sight.

(That's some nasty flow. I wonder what Nowem thinks?

I see a flicker and a nowem, but I don't see how angry I am at all.

Inside, I was freaked out that you were pretty freaked out, but that doesn't look like it either.

"Hmm. If so, do you mind if I pay you back, Miss Aria?

"... Reward?

Mr. Bentler nodded.

"This one thing. I also had a profit thanks to Lord Lyell. If that Lord Lyell wants Miss Aria, please dispose of her. Anyway, the owner of the Rockward family was connected to the Bandits."

From what the bandits have done so far, Mr. Bentler seems to have looked into Darion thinking he had a collaborator.

As a result, it was the Rockward family that had the connection.

Mr. Lockward, who found out about Sole, seemed terribly shocked.

"Balls with multiple skills are certainly not mainstream in this day and age. But you could have understood what the consequences would be if you sold off the sole to the bandits. And if you were working with the Bandits... you'd have to punish them."

You wanted to know what would happen to those who helped the thieves.

Or...

'Ugh, I sold it out... Lyell! I'm gonna bump the principals of that Rockward family from now on! You're wrong to sell off Mr. Alice's balls, or as a person!

As usual, the second generation stops the first generation.

'You're wrong as a parent of people, though. Or listen to me. You're talking about what's gonna happen to that precious Aria lady.'

'I was!

When your ancestors shut up, I see Mr. Ventler.

"Naturally, I was also going to take responsibility for my family, Miss Aria. Seems like it's just my father and my daughter. Totally...... even though Zelfie was able to lend me a hand and live in Darion with that grace"

"Excuse me, what the hell did the Rockward family do?

Nowem says, Mr. Zelfie explains as he covers his face with his left hand.

"I used my position as a martial officer to connect with thieves and miss out on sin. Thanks to this, the Rockward family's fame fell to the ground. Most importantly, the money has been rough since the time of the current owner. My father was kicked out, and my family left King's Capital to come to Darion."

Mr. Ventler will take over Mr. Zelfie's explanation.

"The knight of the expelled jury will be uncomfortable in Central because he also has his surrounding eyes. Mr. Zelfie's house seems to have had a great deal of difficulty. Somehow, the knight became an adventurer and provided for his family."

It just makes Mr. Zelfie look indescribable from there.

"Lady Aria sees the fall of the Rockward family with those eyes. Besides, if you knew it was connected to the Bandits,"

"That's again..."

Nowem was also stuck in the answer.

It would mean that some people are interested in the house in a generation, while others crush the house in a generation.

I can't talk about people, either.

Seventh generation says.

'Was it due to merit to date that the clans and parties were not executed? All of them would have been executed in my time. No, was the Rockward family royal? I suppose it's called His Majesty's Grace.'

Apparently, there's something going on around there.

Even I was kicked out of my parents' house, and without Zell and Nowem, I could have died wild by now.

I didn't think it was any other HR.

Zell picked it up, so he got the treasure balls.

"... what happens to the Rockward family?

When I hear it, Mr. Bentler gets a serious look.

I have so far tolerated the troublemakers in the realm. But he sold off the balls to the thieves who owned more than one skill.

He then worked together to even help Darion get the bandits involved.

I guess I'm not willing to forgive you.

"I was letting you live in Darion at Mr. Zelfie's request, but that's also the limit. It's a disadvantage to leave behind a troublesome existence that has lost its title and position."

I guess the Rockwards have flown to Darion so they can kick Central out.

Liveable and close to Central.

But Darion wouldn't have wanted to accept it either, such as a martial officer who had a connection to such a thief.

That's why I accepted Mr. Zelfie's wish.

Quite, Mr. Zelfie seems to be a loyal man.

"It is also true that we had a connection with the Bandits and drew them into Darion. Find out how bad things can come..."

The balls that were thought to have been taken had been sold to the bandits.

Besides, when it comes to being connected to the Bandits... the Rockward family's main sin is heavy.

"The Lord will go to the mine. If I were you, Miss Aria would have been a whore in the middle of nowhere because of her appearance and her youth."

Heavy labor is imposed as a slave in a harsh mine.

And Mr. Lockward was waiting for his way to become a whore.

"But I didn't want to dispose of your healthy daughter that way either. Hey, if Lord Lyell wants it, I can take care of it."

I look at Mr. Bentler's smile and snap his neck.

"... Huh?

Then Mr. Zelfie banged me on the shoulder.

"Good for you, Lyell! Aria, the lady is smart. Really good. Ahahahaha!"

"Oh, wait... Huh?

Mr. Zelfie, who is forced to come in and summarize the story, is unlikely to listen to me.

Watch Nowem as he asks for help.

Then Nowem told me...

"You did it, Master Lyell. Now we're one step closer to dreaming."

"What, a dream? Huh? Huh!? That?

While I was confused, the conversation went on.

'Oh, hey... what do you mean by this?

The first generation is also baffled.

The second generation was the same.

'Oh, no... that's the way to help! See, this occasion goes hand in hand, the flow that keeps Lyell from making a child named Aria a whore!

But the third generation disagreed with the two of us.

'Really? Something seems to have its own thoughts......'

The fourth generation was having trouble reacting to Nowem.

"Nowem, wake up! Because you can't do this!

The fifth generation complains to Mr. Ventler.

"This lord sent Aria to Lyell in revenge for his deceit. Look at this raccoon father, Lyell in need. He'll be laughing inside by now. '

The sixth generation seems to care about Mr. Zelfie.

"Even for an adventurer named Zelfie, you're desperate. But Nowem's response was unexpected '

The seventh generation doesn't seem to care much.

"Nowem is also the daughter of the Foxz family, so don't you care if she has a concubine besides her wife? Or am I more worried about Lyell as far as I'm concerned?

Turns out you don't have my side around.

Somehow, the man standing next to the lord laughed niggardly as he gazed at me.

(... was conspired? So, but why?

For a moment, I thought it would be nice if Mr. Zelfie took Mr. Lockward away, etc., and I shouldn't be wrong.

And now I'm going to take it.

It's been a long time since I've been home, and I've been facing Nowem to talk to him.

I have trouble preparing my meal and have been outside.

She also takes a bath and brushes her teeth.

(Kid, I need to get in the mood!

I decided to breathe and tell you how I feel.

This is not because your fathers told you.

Because I wanted to respond to Nowem, who supports me like this.

More than anything... I like Nowem.

I get nervous and sweaty. Words don't come out well either.

"Nowem...... I love you. This is me, but I want you to marry me."

"Dear Lyell... I'm glad"

Nowem is holding his mouth with both hands, blushing and weeping.

"Ugh, yeah! So... well... I like Nowem, and Mr. Lockward doesn't have feelings about love or anything like that. I think this flow has somehow moved in the direction of helping."

I feel like a man of excuses, but now it's a prerequisite to tell Nowem how I feel.

It's just that your ancestors are in May.

I want you to read the air and shut up.

The first and second generation say.

'What a lame statement... make a more bishy decision'

"I couldn't even speak to my first love, because even if you did, I don't have a piece of persuasion."

I tried to tell Nowem that you were the only one on my side.

"So I want you to stay on my side the whole time. I wish we could both live..."

'Well, as it stands, you're going to make an untied confession. I mean, I think Lyell should create more atmosphere. I need to be a gift and a firm place to confess...'

I've been wasting my third generation.

I know. But I felt like I was going to be irrevocable if I didn't say it here.

Says Nowem as he plushes his tears with his fingers.

"Thank you, Master Lyell… but"

(So, but? Is this a rejection process? So, but I was happy earlier!

"Men. Do not change the dreams listed so easily. Become an adventurer, surrounded by women and live funny and strange.... you have to be strong as an adventurer to make that dream come true. You still have to be a first-rate adventurer to make your dreams come true."

Nowem told me I didn't understand what you were talking about.

Top-notch adventurer?

I want food to live, so I became an adventurer, and I didn't decide to go that far.

"... what do you mean?

"Lyell! You had that ambition!

I heard a fourth generation of rage.

But I don't remember saying that. In the first place, I wasn't that obsessed with adventurers.

Nowem continues.

"I know the Walt family home training, too. Aria deserves to be a Walt woman. So feel free to add me to Harlem."

The first generation is surprised by Nowem's expression.

"Hey, what the..."

"Stop. Mr. Nowem, stop."

I mean, I said, "Harlem."

That's what I thought, the third generation says.

"Ah! Lyell, I said it! I told you so!

(I didn't say that! I'm not stupid enough to run all this Nowem to another woman in front of me!

"I didn't say. I didn't say that."

"Master Lyell?

The third generation continues as Nowem snaps his neck.

'Look, it's the first time! You told Nowem on the carriage before you found out we existed!

When I heard that, I also seemed to recall the fourth generation.

"That's when!

The second generation checks with confusion.

"So, but that was to get Nowem home, wasn't it? Isn't it weird that Nowem doesn't notice that?

That's all I remember when they told me.

It was when Nowem disillusioned me and tried to get me home.

[I have no intention of doing that. Become an adventurer, let a woman samurai and live freely. The fact that my parents were kicked out of my house is also clean.]

"I said ah!!"

I remember, when I scream confused, Nowem worries about me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Dear Ryer!? What's wrong, Master Ryer!

The first generation says in a low voice.

"Oh, you... you had that ambition for heckling habits"

The second generation is the first generation...

"Think about the story! I believe in the lies that Lyell told me!

The third generation has a little idea.

'But I don't think Nowem noticed Sole?

The fourth generation comes to waste on me.

"Lyell! What are you going to do now! Nowem, you're here, and you're welcoming that Aria kid? You've decided which one to choose!

In the fourth generation, the first generation yells.

"Are you willing to make fun of Aria, Alice's living copy! You eyeglass bastard, get on the surface!

The fifth generation seems to share the same opinion as the third generation.

'Right. I don't think you've noticed. Or is it also Nowem's purpose? Maybe that's why I approached Lyell. "

Fifth generation opinions are flown.

The sixth generation evaluated Nowem this way.

"Nowem's an arr... you're a woman who creates a first-rate, no-good man if you take one wrong step"

The seventh generation doesn't look like they cared.

"Lyell is the trace of the former Count's house. Besides, he's the chosen one to draw royal blood, isn't he? There will also be the education of the Foxz family, but one or two of the concubines will not make a scene '

To the opinion of the seventh generation, the sixth generation groaned bossly.

"... you, tell me that. I would have been your wife."

The seventh generation also returns.

"You can't look at your father (sixth generation) and your grandfather (fifth generation) and envy Harlem. Well, Nowem will take care of things backwards, and there's no problem. '

(Something better to solve this situation than that now!

I stand up and grab Nowem's shoulders to solve Nowem's misunderstanding.

Ignore the unreliable and decide to be prepared.

"Nowem!"

"Yes!

Get your breathing ready.

And I stared into Nowem's purple eyes.

"I don't need a harem. With you, that's fine!

"Dear Ryer... I'm sorry"

I told them clearly so they wouldn't get the wrong idea.

In an ambiguous response, I didn't think so.

Yet......

"Huh?"

When Nowem said he was sorry, the bell he was installing at the door of the house rang.

"I was already calling for Mr. Aria. The house seems to have been kicked out, too, because Mr. Zelfie said it was unacceptable because he lives with his fiancée."

"My opinion!

It's the first time I've ever known Mr. Zelfie had a fiancée, but now it's more important than that about Mr. Lockward.

"So, I'm sorry," he said. Oh, you're welcome. "

Nowem, walking away from me, looked a little laughing.

Like a prankster, so he seemed happy.

What do you mean?

Sitting on the spot, I squat holding my head with both hands.

There's a woman (Nowem) who does all this, and I'm in the shape of a new woman (Aria) in the house.

From the edge, obviously, I'm not a man. There is no excuse.

"You really can't be a man with this!!"

There, the fourth generation of words pierces.

"What? You can't see it from anywhere. You're a man."