Sevens

I'm eating at the Circleys' mansion in Aramsarth.

Usually Nowem cooks, but all this day I didn't give in when I said [poisoned tongue automaton] cooks.

You seem to be burning up a sense of confrontation with Nowem, but something's wrong.

This poncho-made...... the moment I came to the mansion, I tried to launch an attack on Nowem.

I took the nearby shovel and tried to swing it down to Nowem, so I stopped...

"What do you think, the flavor of the dishes I cooked for the hectic chicken bastard?"

Chicken bastards are like me.

Apparently, he's being heckled for not being a tension when we first met.

"No, it's delicious. It's better than I thought..."

"But? But what? Will the chicken bastard complain about my cooking? Come on, say it and see. Tomorrow we will use that complaint to prepare the best dishes."

I see dishes lined up at the table.

Looks good too.

I don't have a problem with the taste. Rather, delicious.

It's also true that I didn't actually think Automaton would make it this far.

"... there's a difference between me and the other dishes?

I was the only one with many dishes.

Pouncy looks at me and laughs with his nose.

"I wonder what you're going to say. I increased one dish for my husband, the chicken bastard. It should be fine because it was done with the amount offered?

There is a problem.

"You know, this is Mr. Miranda's mansion. We're staying!

Then Miranda, who was dining with me, says.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about it. Why don't you be the landlord here?

Miranda, with her light green hair, looks at me with green eyes.

The prank seems clear.

Obviously interesting.

I thought he was like a cat, but there were some events in the labyrinth last time that showed that in character more than before.

View Nowem with brown hair sidetailed.

Nowem doesn't seem to notice my gaze.

And eat...

"If it's Lyell's taste, it's a little thin."

That's what I said.

Aria sighs when she hears it.

Aria with red hair looks at me with purple eyes.

"Stop right there."

The reason Aria was annoyed was because of Pong Tik.

Whatever, you pompous...

"Huh! Is this the rumor 'daughter-in-law snoring' I saw in the data! Are you unhappy with my cooking? I'm going to think about nutritional balance and give it the best flavor."

- We're going to hang out with Nowem.

I don't know why, but only against Nowem does he hit feelings similar to those of hostility.

It was the fourth generation to speak out from the blue treasure balls that were falling back on my neck as I watched how it was.

The Walt family 4th generation contemporary [Marks Walt] is a man with glasses with long blue hair in seventy-three parts.

Within the treasure balls, they all appear in their thirties.

This fourth generation is characterized by more than just glasses.

'Damn, it's a hectic automaton. I don't know what you're thinking about fighting and selling to Nowem... Look, we need to stop this fast, Lyell'

This fourth generation is quite May when it comes to women.

No, precisely with regard to the treatment of women, is.

"Ha, pompous, that's enough, right? Why are you hitting Nowem so hard?"

My fourth generation tells me to stop poking around.

But unexpectedly, Nowem...

"Dear Ryer, it's terrible to be pompous on boulders. Now that we're new, we still have to decide on a name."

How sweet, Nowem......

Redeem for it.

"I don't know how to pity my enemies... but you'll soon be able to spare them. I am proud to say that this is still the greatest masterpiece ever manufactured as one of the best models. You can't pity your enemies."

Miranda says to Ponky, who has begun to line up words he doesn't understand again.

"Then can we just stay pompous?

"... you chicken bastard, go ahead and decide the name I deserve"

I'm not asking people for things.

But this guy just has a bad mouth. He's the one who does everything he can about me.

I also hear that chores that were hard with all the Nowem have gotten a lot easier thanks to this guy.

"... I thought I saw that twin tail move"

When I say it, it's eating me up.

"Wow! I have high eyes for lust for this twin tail. My producers are also brunette okapa or the ones who had a beating fight with this blonde twin tail. After all, twin tails are the strongest."

"Something's making a move, so you're in [Poyo Poyo] too -"

So much so that the expressive pompous trick became faceless.

And there is one person who can hold his stomach and laugh - Shannon.

I used to be a blind, weak lady, but sometimes my sister, Mr. Miranda, was an array, and this sister was also a considerable loser.

"Too little naming sense"

It was Mr. Miranda who reached out to Shannon, who starts laughing at Guerraggera.

Grabbing Shannon's head with his left hand, he grips it straight and tightens it up.

I heard the sound of a gibberish.

"Oh, sister, it hurts! It hurts so bad!

"You can't say it cute, Shannon. I'm not rude to Poyo Poyo for getting my name."

That being said, Aria was holding her mouth.

Only Nowem thinks seriously of things while eating food.

"... chicken bastard. I'll accept a change of name now, okay?

That's what Poyo Poyo says, so I shook my head to the side.

"There's no change, Poyo Poyo"

Then there's the fourth generation that raises the voice of anger from the treasure ball -.

"I don't know how much or what, though! Be nice to the girl!

That's what I've been saying.

(This guy must have definitely been something done to my wife)

From what your ancestors have said and done, I expect the fourth generation to have been a fearful wife.

This is the fourth generation in May to treat such a woman, but she has been the longest principals in the history of the Walt family.

When the third generation died in battle in their thirties, they took over the position of the Lord in their teens.

I hear from that that it worked mainly in terms of home affairs......

"Is it true that this child doesn't have maintenance costs? It just sucks Lyell's magic, right? Isn't it troublesome when it comes to maintenance or something? Maybe a regular servant would be better."

It is a little May when it comes to gold.

I hear it worked in various financial ways, but when I actually talk about it, I'm going to give Netineti and advice on how to use the gold.

Comparing money to women, it's like taking money.

Such a fourth generation, but he was only weak with regard to his wife.

says the fifth generation, the fourth generation's son.

"Hey, be nice to the girl, wasn't it? Or is it iron or something, even in women's appearance?

Then, the fourth generation...

"Oops, I did...... but Poyo Poyo is terrible"

Poyopoyo seemed terrible on the boulder.

Poyopoyo (tentatively) looks at me and tells me to change into a bump.

"Master, could you think about it a little more? Think of a name for me with an unfilled brain in it. I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it if it's a proper name..."

Scary. This automaton is so scary.

"Hey, I'm a little scared, so stop it. I get it. I'll think. I'll think about it. Just give me a little more time."

That's what a troublesome punk who smiled says.

"The boulder chicken guy is vulnerable to girl pushing!

I smile back, too.

"Even if it's just skins, girls, the contents are different, right? Let's see the reality."

Then an angry pompous tells me.

"What are you talking about? It's impossible for me to be a special model of the highest ranking. If that's what you want, it's your desire."

Nowem says to the pompous tricks he said that much.

"I'm eating, Mr. Poyopoyo."

Then, Ponky bites the handkerchief and makes him seem to regret it.

"Here, this woman. Ah."

Dining in the bustling Circleys mansion, but getting tired these days.

"And that's why I came here,"

Library.

It's a place I visited to indulge my knowledge, but I'm still reading with Clara today.

While reading a book, we have conversations sometimes.

I have previously been asked by a famous professor in the academic city of Aramsarth called Damien, and I have also worked with him.

Clara, who specializes in support but is a brilliant adventurer.

I cut my blue hair around my shoulder, but did you do it yourself? My hair is bumpy.

He seems to like to read books in the library, and if he comes, he has a good chance of seeing you.

Now I ask what kind of book is interesting, but sometimes I talk to the public.

"That's right. Pouncy tells me to decide my name, and I'm gonna hang out with Nowem."

"That's weird. Hanging out with Mr. Nowem, as a maid, is it?

I don't know the area either.

Whatever that pompous trick...... it's broken.

It's the same thing you don't remember the important part, but the tone against me is terrible anyway.

"He said he recognized you as an enemy or something."

"It's an ancient automaton, and it's just amazing to move. Oh, if you say so."

As Clara reminded me, she'll tell me.

"It looks like Damien moved the automaton in the school. You think you're actually starting the trio of automatons and checking how it's going?"

Now Damien is from the time of Aramsarth.

I guess that's how awesome it is to be moving and controlling ancient tech automatons.

I think when I hear that.

"I don't know why my pompous trick is like that... could you replace it"

Then, says Clara.

"Do you work? Is there a problem?

"Word or something, around there? The rest is perfect. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, whatever."

I just really wanted it to be perfect, and I just wanted it to be verbal.

"Well, give it up. I hear it's a kind of contract, and I don't know how to disconnect it, so it stays the same for the rest of my life."

"Don't remind me of anything I don't like..."

The contract with Automaton required his own blood to be used as a catalyst.

But when I just grew up, I got so nervous I kissed the automaton to get it up and running.

(Was that a bad idea? No, but he said it was broken himself or something)

"Nevertheless -"

Clara looks at me.

"Hmm?"

"You're in trouble. Restrict the use of skills to break through the underground thirty levels of the labyrinth, etc."

Last time we challenged the labyrinth, we were just six guys knocking down the basement forty tier boss.

That is the kind of opponent that fifty adventurers challenge.

It's good to see the results, but with that, your ancestors imposed on me, 'Breaking through the thirty tieth tier underground without skills'.

Under the judgment that there was not enough local power, I was forbidden to use any of my treasure ball skills.

For that reason, we have to break through the labyrinth of Aramsarth - the thirtieth underground hierarchy - by ourselves.

It is easy to say, but still on a scale that twenty to thirty adventurers challenge.

"It's a personal situation. Reliance on skills is dangerous when magic runs out"

Clara looked a little surprised when she gave the reasons her ancestors told her.

"... I thought Mr. Lyell would make a big mistake someday, not realizing. But we have to revise the rating."

"Oh, that's terrible."

That said, I felt like Clara laughed just a little bit.

"Call me that one for something. If you're asking for Lyell, who pays well, there's no harm in listening."

Cash stuff, I suppose - in fact, money mattered to us, the adventurers.

I'm risking my life to live.

If you live with the money you get from doing so, you have to be firm around it.

Most of all, I was now in a position to hold onto things and have to earn just one automaton to feed two women.

(But what should I really do)

If you simply try to increase the number, the offense is certainly easy.

But I'm exposed to ugliness at Damien's request last time.

(My reputation... you're pretty low because Nowem carried me back to the guild)

Yes, at the end of the day my body stopped moving and the other adventurers saw me look terrible.

Because of this, I have low personal credibility.

My reputation at Aramsarth is subtle, as I want to get my numbers together somehow, which pulls my legs.

(After all, there's only one way to get more ground on the tunnel, right?)

It was thanks to the skills of the historical contemporaries recorded in the treasure balls that we were able to grow so rapidly and to achieve results.

If I can't use it, I'm in real trouble.

(We need to figure out a way to break through the thirty underground hierarchy somehow)

With that in mind, I read books and accumulate knowledge in the library.