Sevens

- ○ Month × Sunday.

Arrive at Carthafus.

The weather is clear.

We were able to send the Lyells out and deliver the shipment safely.

Full repair of the ship would be impossible without going back to Baym. But we should arrive in Baym without any problems with first aid repairs. But I decided to load less than usual.

○ ○ month △ day.

Day three after arriving at Carthafus.

The weather is cloudy. The sea is also somewhat rough.

If you ask me, I hear the Lyells have become famous for their Carthaphs guild. Plus, he told me to stop all that Traci material, but he couldn't sell it at all because he wouldn't give it away.

This one feels bad about the size, and receiving the pure Demon Stone.

You have to think about additional rewards.

○ ○ Month ○.

A week passed since we arrived in Carthaphs.

The weather is rainy.

The sea was also rough and there were ships out there that would not arrive at the port. Many merchants seem to be worried.

In that, the guild and merchants took the deal for me to make sure I sold the demon stone I got.

I plan to take it back to Baim, so politely say no.

Finally, Lyells heard from Alliance officials that he was on his way to crusade the Land Dragon.

- ○ Month ○ Sunday.

It's still raining today.

First aid repairs to the ship have also been completed and it is taking time to adjust the load to be delivered to Baim.

Merchant ships that did not arrive at the port still seem likely to have sunk. Many merchants had heads.

In that, I give a letter to my father to the merchant ship to Baim.

... It's about time the Lyells were fighting the requested Land Dragon. Rumor has it, the Land Dragon is not as dangerous as Traci, but it seems to be an unspoken opponent.

I hope you're safe.

○ ○ Month ▲.

"I've had a lot of sighs lately," the captain told me.

"Are you talking about my husband?," he said with a niggling face, "and the sailors laughed when he blushed and denied it.

I'm not convinced.

I decided to complain when I got back.

It was sunny today.

○ ○ Month □.

The Lyells are not coming back.

They should be back as early as yesterday to today. Urrowing restlessly aboard the ship, he was seen with a niggling gaze at the sailors.

When I kick your ass, I go back to my room because I'm happy.

I try not to think about it, but Lyell's face floats whether I sleep or wake up.

- My chest hurts more than I think about Roland.

It was cloudy today.

○ ○ month ◇ day.

Soon, Lyells was taught by Alliance officials that they were coming to the harbor.

I lay down on the bed and often touched my lips.

Touching around the clavicle reminds me of that day.

Bad. Really bad. An official of the guild received the package he wanted delivered to Baym's guild, but forgot to negotiate and took it on in words.

It's faulty.

○ ○ Month ◆ Day.

Lyells came back to the ship to fulfill their request.

If you ask me, there were four Land Dragons or something - I swear in my heart to the Carthaphs guild that I will be tough in the future.

It's been a long time since I've seen them, and I couldn't see their faces.

I asked Clara about recent events here, but apparently Lyell had more thoughts.

More than that, Nowem has smiled pointlessly looking at my face. When she told Clara about it, she said that Nowem had given her permission.

Is Nowem managing the women?

When I kiss, should I check first?

Dark onboard.

I feel like I've turned my attention to the voyage log I found in Mr. Vera's room and looked at something I shouldn't have seen if I turned it apart.

The last one didn't say anything about the weather or anything about sailing.

(The third generation told me to read it...)

Looking back, I saw Mr. Vera lying on the bed. Around me, Shannon slept wrapped in a blanket, and on the couch, Aria slept intertwined with Eva.

Monica is done cleaning up the party and sleeping while standing in sleep mode.

Nowem and Clara were also asleep, wrapped in blankets and leaning against each other.

The waves are calm and the moonlight is a beautiful night. The moonlight plugged in through the window and I was able to read the voyage log in that light.

When Miranda turned around, I left the log on my desk and walked away from it.

I woke up, and when I woke up, this was the situation. When I made sure no one was awake, I lowered my chest.

Then...

"Fluffy."

May fell out of Vera's bed when she thought she heard such a bedtime speech.

(That guy, he slept in there... didn't realize)

Then Vera slowly woke up her upper body. When I met Vera with her sleepy eyes, Vera looked behind me and opened her eyes.

My purple eyes were behind me - looking at the voyage log placed on my desk bookshelf.

The third generation laughs.

"Ah, up and down."

and so on, and I was enjoying this situation. Mr. Mireia noticed that the letters in the voyage log were upside down.

"Lyell, it's rude to read people's diaries."

I'm wondering if I'm going to say it now, but I think this guy actually understands and says it. Miranda and Shannon's ancestors. I'm sure there must be a belly black part.

"I saw it."

I didn't know what to say when I saw Vera's nervous voice and the crying look on her face.

(Doh, what do we do! You can't deny it here. But I suck at reading people's diaries and stuff... yes! I'm such a sucker, like!

I breathe a little deeper, then in a playful dialogue.

"Oh, we shouldn't keep secrets from each other, should we? I wanted to know everything about you."

Inside.

(What do you say, this narcissist in self! Don't take this for granted!

That's what I think, brilliantly, the historical contemporary and Omake in the treasure balls.

"Wow, that's terrible."

"Did you imitate the raku sun? I don't think I can imitate it. '

"It's both Lyell, but it's something different"

"You were the first, Lyell. I don't think so. Stay calm at all times. '

'Oh, I think you've worked pretty hard? I hope you succeed, Lyell.'

(Mr. Mileia has noticed. No, did you notice the third generation too...... damn, it just seems like this guy always enjoys knowing what I think)

That's how I looked at Vera, and I leaned down and raised my hair. When the two-sided up brunette shakes, the room looks brighter than earlier.

I guess my eyes are getting used to it.

Vera stood up and approached me. As I stood that I could take it if it was about flat handed, I remembered how the sixth generation would tear me apart after flat handed to my mother many times.

(Oh, it should be better than that!

As I stood, Vera approached me...

"Ya promised. If I admit to losing, I'll do it."

As Vera hugged her, her little chest hit her body. When you're about to fall back, loud from the treasure balls.

'I won't back down there! Hug me gently with both hands, Lyell!

This Nolinoli Mireia must have a bad personality. I embraced the sixth generation as they told me, thinking they must have fooled me too.

Hugs...

(Shit! This flow... Huh!

- They kissed me just like that. Her tongue gently entered her mouth, and when she left, she threaded a little with saliva. Soon the thread broke, but Vera did.

"Well, say anything I can. I can't move the trace chamber, but I can give you a little help."

The third generation.

"The man who can make a contribution, Lyell has great strength. Because it's so easy to decoy a rich lady in Baym. Well, I wonder how much I can squeeze out. '

The fourth generation seemed to have a pleasant voice. I guess it's because we talk about money.

"Two thousand or three thousand? Maybe you have five grand. Looking forward to it now!

These guys...... I always think they suck.

Then I looked inside the room with Vera in my arms. Dark room. But there were sixteen eyes in the room looking at me.

I was scared. Honestly, I was scared of the sight.

(... more girls and I'm so sorry I'm full of them. So don't look at me like that!

The next day.

In Vera's cabin, I was sitting on the couch facing each other.

Nowem told me to explain the situation. And if you're not ready, you need to pull yourself back.

(You know, why don't you say it long ago?

I think so, but I explained the situation to Vera lightly.

About Ceres...

About Bansaim...

And my purpose...

With just this many people, we're going to sell a fight to Bansaim, the big country. Vera was thinking with a serious look on her lips when she heard it.

Drinking the tea served, Vera says.

"I didn't know that was happening. Normally, I wouldn't believe it. Mental skills are certainly troublesome, but fascinating skills are something with flaws. Sometimes, if you're a great user or have great skills, most of them don't have lasting effects. I wouldn't leave my surroundings alone if I did."

The skills of the spiritual system - that's what Vera said of Celeste's charm.

I'm trying to solve a misunderstanding.

"My sister Celes, but I haven't decided that clarity is a fascinating skill. Something else is wrong. But Bansaim is starting to go crazy because of you."

The tragedy in Bansaim being caused by Ceres will continue to increase at this moment as well.

I don't even know if that's really an attractive skill.

(If anyone knows, maybe Nowem or Septem)

Vera put her elbow on the elbow of the couch, slightly oblique her body.

"Fine. Then I'll support you. You'll have the money. I'll talk to your father when I get back, but I'm a cynical worker at my daughter's request. If you don't think it's possible, I'll just hand Lyle over to Celeste."

Hear that, keep Nowem smiling.

"Then I have an idea here, too. It can't just be handed over."

To the confident Nowem, Vera nodded.

"I guess. I don't want to argue with the adventurer party that defeated Traci. There will be damage here, too. I just can't do it without making your father think it's possible to beat him. Besides, what do I say, Baym, the leading merchant -- it won't work without profit."

In the treasure ball.

mouth while the fourth generation says it is.

'Naturally. It's the merchants who don't do things that are not profitable. From time to time, some merchants move regardless of those interests. It's not Ceres, it's Lyell who has to make all the odds and profits he can win.'

When Vera drank the tea, Monica had prepared a new tea. Received Vera, keep her mouth shut again.

"I've also figured out why we're challenging the great bansheim. But just to be clear, if it stays that way, Baym will turn to Lyell's enemies. No matter how dangerous Ceres is, it's not the same with his skin that he actually finds out about the danger in information. Because a lot of people think there's some way to get in."

Nowem seemed to agree.

So we were choosing a merchant to support. Carefully chosen, the Trace family was the most powerful candidate.

"I think so too. That's why I ask you. The Trace family… no, how Lord Lyell can get Baym's help"

Vera leaned up against the back of the couch and looked up at the ceiling as she placed the teacup with tea.

I was trying to tell you whether it was difficult or not. But if you turn your face to us, we'll talk about the possibility that we can get support.

"Beim is the capital of adventurers and merchants. But in fact, the Adventurer Guild is also Baym's Merchant Congress - a common name, but it can't go against the decisions of the merchants who are called that. The Trace family isn't the only one. I need to be recognized by at least five to six merchants."

Am I supposed to be recognized? When I thought it was easy, I heard the fifth generation of voices from the treasure balls.

"Supported by many merchants, right? It's hard. '

As I give that explanation, Vera says.

"It's not easy, is it? If this one moves, they'll be behind us. Even the people who give it to Celeste come out. There will be merchants out there who look good to Lyell and Ceres to make money from the war."

Nowem asks Vera. Simple.

Under such circumstances, how can I gather my support?

"What would it take for Lady Lyell to be supported by many merchants?

Vera says with a smile.

"It's good for Baym. In fact, everyone would think it would be dangerous to gather rumors about Celeste Walt in Baym as well. But it's the merchants who try to make a profit on celestial opponents like that, too. So, Lyle, you better not talk about your purpose for a while."

Now is not the time to move. That's what they say, and I'm convinced too. Keeping Baym on my side was an important challenge for me without money.

Nodding, Vera exhales.

"Well, shall we talk about the amount I can give you? You won't be able to do anything if you stay the way you are, and I'll offer you the money I can freely. You don't have to give it back, but don't forget to thank me."

I smiled and nodded at Vera smiling like a prank, too.

"Thank you. I'll never forget it."

"... while you can say that lightly, maybe you have a vegan part even when you're nervous. Oh, okay. The amount I can give..."

Within the treasure balls, the historical contemporaries were woken.

Especially the fourth generation.

"I wonder how much! Five grand would fund my immediate activities!

The seventh generation was as frightened as it was.

'No matter how big a merchant's daughter, she's still a child. I don't know what to expect, do you?

If I had some money, it would be a lot easier with this reward, etc.

With that in mind, Vera said a hell of a thing.

"- 100,000 pieces in gold coins. Is that all right with you? I didn't use it in particular, so I was saving it. This is my best shot right now, Lyell."

My smile hardened. Nowem, who was next door, listen to that.

"With that, you can also move Professor Damien's plan to execution. I don't have any problems with immediate funding. Good for you, Master Lyell."

I'm making a dry laugh.

"Ooh. Ahaha, ahahaha. Yeah, that'll help!

I answered with a smile. Vera leaned slightly as she dyed her cheeks.

"Ko, that's all I can do... but enough to introduce the other craftsmen? But it's Conne from the Trace Chamber of Commerce, and I don't know if you'll take my request personally."

In an atmosphere where all of a sudden everything is going to work out, the fifth generation is with Bosoli.

'... don't think it's a good idea to leave Baim alone'

The same goes for the third generation.

"We need to make a decision on Lyell's own policy as soon as possible. In some cases, Baym will be in trouble if he doesn't regulate it."

Seriously, he advised me.