Sevens

"For the future, I'm going to fight some of Baym's merchants and guilds."

He placed his elbow on the round table with a serious look on his face, and the third generation, hiding his mouth with both hands, let his gaze run across the seated faces.

In the treasure balls. Between the round tables, I and the historical masters sit. Only the fifth generation had sat on a round table and lent the chair to Mr. Mireia.

The surroundings are also nodding with a serious look, but I turned my suspicious gaze around.

"What about the real deal?

Then the third generation said, "Is that it? You know what I mean?" When the fourth generation shines glasses sparklingly and distorts the mouth like a three-day moon.

"Beim is too dangerous. No matter how many baim and fingerfolding merchant daughters, it's an anomaly at the point where you can give out 100,000 gold coins. So why don't you take the blame here for the future? Isn't that easier for Lyell to regulate in the future?

- I mean, these people, naturally, let Baim cooperate. But in the future, we want to regulate or put pressure on something.

"... you don't even know if you can win, but do you do things like that to make enemies?

Mireia smiled at me.

"Oh, that's okay, Lyell. Don't lick the merchant. They're in a position to kill anytime with a weapon they sneak in their nostalgia, kneeling in front of a nobleman if they want to. '

The seventh generation agrees with Mireia.

"Not all of us are such merchants, but we only take away rights that are too big to manage. Lyell, it's for you. No, it's also for the future continent '

The fifth generation looks up at the ceiling.

'Don't lick the power of merchants and gold. It's not a good idea for them to cow the continent from behind. Ma, it's natural to win. And the time has come to decide where to go and win'

Looking at Mr. Mireia smiling, I'm inside...

(This guy, he told Vera's dad to call his stepfather, but it was to stir him up or something... and he's always hungry too)

- But that said, I got support from Vera, and I'm at a stage where I can make another move. We still have to determine where we stand in the clear future for our next action.

"How will I stand in the future?"

The seventh generation nodded with a serious look.

'That's right. It's not like we just have to win. At least nine daughter-in-law lives are on your shoulders. More importantly, there are those who followed. I will never forgive you for dying and being a hero. We work together because you decided to fight and live. Drop your lousy heroic aspirations. "

As the third generation looked at me, I put my hand on my elbow when I left my body behind the chair.

'Cause it's not funny if you win or if you get killed as the same Walt family person. Certainly Ceres is a Walt family sin. But we don't approve of Lyell being killed. If Lyell is going to die... say it clearly, because he thinks a long time of chaos can come on the continent'

The fourth generation pushes up the glasses with their fingers and stretches their spine as they are positioned correctly.

"Even if we win, things change in Lyell's standing position. How is it ideal to win? Is that possible? And where will the future go? If we change the way we say it, will Lyell take the lead and destroy Bansaim? Or is it the difference between leading someone and destroying Bansaim? '

Mireia sums it up briefly.

Cover your mouth with your hands, laughing couscous.

"Like, will Lyell not be king? Do you aspire to prime minister status? Or do you want to reclaim the Walt family territory? If you say king, if you change the way you govern, you change your name. '

Do you reclaim the territory you should have inherited?

Or do you eat deeply into the core of the country?

Do you take the lead and become king?

The fifth generation has seen me with a serious look.

'I can't tell you to make up your mind now, but make up your mind early. Thanks to Vera, I can move this one faster than I imagined. If you don't decide where you want to stand in the future, you can't decide how far you want to compete with your guilds and merchants.'

Third generation slaps hands. Knock it twice, smile to clear the atmosphere all at once.

"Ma, we're in various stages of preparation. I can fix as much as I want from here. Think about it. And shall I stir up Fidel's stepfather? Apparently, my daughter's a weakness."

In the third generation that makes me happy, there is the fifth generation.

'My daughter is something I'll send out one day. I don't know what to think. It's so cute. "

It was as dry as usual. But Mr. Mireia seemed happy.

"Your father is clumsy."

That's what I said.

The next day I came back to Baym.

When I got back from the trip, I slept like I was tired when I got back to the mansion. But when I woke up, Mr. Adele called me...

"What is it, this?

In a room where piles of paperwork existed, I was stretched out in front of Mr. Adele, who was about to cry.

Instead of not being able to take away the fatigue, I was getting tired because I had a lot of dark days lately.

I have a lot to think about, and I was planning on getting busy again with the trace chamber of commerce if you come back.

But Mr. Adele did.

"It's Zain and Rolphis' paperwork! How the hell do we get together so much! What have you done, Mr. Lyell!

Behind Mr. Adele, Mr. Maxim was a dick. I'm trying to comfort her, but I guess the words aren't coming out.

I pulled one out of the pile of paperwork and checked its contents.

"... why are these documents here? It's none of my business."

Then the fourth generation gives me advice.

"Hmm. Are you going to be buying processing power and asking me for work, or do you want to show me that you have a connection... This Adele is not sent one after another because she does a serious and solid job. Still, that's a lot of subtle paperwork. '

Is that what this is all about? That's what I thought, Mr. Adele.

"Didn't you get more because you're seriously getting rid of your job? In the first place, it's not my job, so I'm glad you sent me back."

Then Flirty and Mr. Adele sat down on the floor.

"Oh, no."

"Oh, lady!! Please wait. We will have the cake ready shortly. It's a sweet cake! Cake!"

Makes Mr. Maxim manage to stop crying as he shouts out Mr. Adele's favorites. Mr. Adele with tears in his eyes, but he tried to complain to me when he put up with crying...

"Lyell! Is it true that research costs are secured?

- Damien came into the room, who opened the door vigorously and blew a pile of loaded paperwork in the wind.

Smiling, he's got three automatons with him.

"Oh, your husband smiles like a boy... permanently preserved"

"Now you can buy the equipment you wanted, Master."

"It's a good job, Sun."

The way I called Mr. Lyell the third one was a little irritating but patient. Basically, with Monica, they're less interested than Damien.

He'll do the job if you ask him, but he's putting too much effort into it with Damien.

Then Monica appeared with a basin in one hand in the room and a cake and a drink prepared on top of it.

"Both of these mass production machines. Don't even do your job, Capi. Shit...... Chicken bastard, it's good to have this Monica, who is a workable maid. This fruit rewarder."

When I prepared the cake and drinks before Mr. Adele, Monica prepared the drinks for me too.

Mr. Adele, who pierces the fork roughly on the cake with tears, seems to regret eating the cake as it is.

"... delicious"

That's what I said. Mr. Maxim, seeing Mr. Adele like that, was smiling. I'm dyeing my cheeks and I feel like I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

"The lady who eats the cake is also beautiful"

Have a drink and I'll deal with Damien.

"Well, Lyell. So how much support did you get? I guess you could have pulled out 50,000, huh?

I was honest with Damien when I was excited.

"I'm not getting support from the Chamber of Commerce, but I was personally asked to give 100,000. Get me a list of the equipment I want. Then keep your budget at 50,000."

Plans to revive Monica's sisters as golems.

That too, and Damien needed me to do my best.

(Talk to Vera and ask her if she can buy the equipment cheaply. Besides, I need you to introduce me to the artisans.)

Then the Automatons.

"Rulable Sun Kechi"

"How much do you think your husband was eager to buy equipment?

"Kechi. The Kechi of the Rulable Sun!

Three automatons telling me to tease you. Monica then took out the fine drill and set it up better than the drill she had previously in both hands.

"I will not tolerate insults to chicken bastards! I'm the only one who can insult you!

(... you can't insult me too)

Set up a spinning drill with a low sound twisting, Monica stares at the three automatons. Each of the three of them took out his weapon and stood.

But Damien.

"Fifty thousand... then that and that... oh, but without that device, there's research."

Start writing a list of what you will buy already. Besides, I was writing behind the paperwork that was around there.

Adele tried to say something, and I stopped. Maybe he understood that it was useless to say anything to Damien.

And as I finished my cake and mouthed my drink.

"Mr. Lyell, can I have one?"

"What?"

"Good luck this time. I don't have a problem with clothing and living for a while because they seem to have earned quite a bit of money. But given the Ceres overthrow, there's really a problem in terms of funding. A hundred thousand pieces of gold for an individual is a hell of an amount. But if you look at it as a country..."

Yes. A hundred thousand gold coins is not enough to deal with the country. That's all the more so if you're dealing with a big country called Bansaim.

"I know. Fortunately, I was able to raise my name on the move. The merchants should try to enter into more exclusive contracts than ever before. When it comes to funding, it can be resolved quickly... Oh, no."

Mr. Maxim was standing behind Mr. Adele.

"What do you mean, no? Even Baym was rumored? Was it Trident Cesarpent? I think the merchants would like to sign an exclusive contract?

That's right.

That's all they took down. Ratings will be higher than ever, and the amount to be contracted will also jump.

But that's still not enough. And the plan of the historical contemporaries is -.

"Hey, I don't know... because I have to be hostile to merchants and guilds for once"

A flashing Mr. Adele dropped the cup he had. That signals and the Monicas who were staring at each other go into work.

He took out his tequila and cleaning tools and began to clean up the pile of paperwork as well. Besides, the four of us are going to work together to clean the room.

"Oh, that's over here"

Then I'll take this one.

"Then I'll come over."

"Then Monica, a special plane, will take this one."

(These guys, they're actually close, aren't they?

"... what are you talking about, Mr. Lyell"

"No, I don't mind Lyell anymore. Because it's better to call it off."

When I sighed, I figured out what I was going to do.

- Trace Chamber of Commerce.

"That outer road! What do you mean you can contribute to my Vera?!"

Exciting Fidel was shouting in a family breakfast setting.

Vera was eating pale and Gina was calling her boyfriend, Roland, for breakfast. Usually Fidel tries to kick Roland out, but I didn't have time to stand in Roland listening to Vera.

Gina asks Roland how she feels about breakfast, which is fortunate.

"How about breakfast today, Roland"

"Uh... it's delicious. Lady Gina."

Vera, listen to it and grab the bread.

"It's normal and good. You're calling it off anyway, aren't you?

Roland, grinning in cold sweat, cared about Fidel. But Fidel's consciousness is not for Roland.

"Vera! Your father's not going to admit it! No matter how much you owe your life, recognized by the sailors, you're an amazing adventurer and a former nobleman...... dammit!!"

Fidel, too, seemed to have a grip on the part that wasn't my father.

Anyway, Lyell is a great property. Saying you have a bad femininity doesn't get in my ear that you're treating me badly. I guess the merchant part whispers that it's not bad to have my daughter daughter-in-law and have an edge.

It felt like Fidel, my father, was strongly opposed to it.

Vera tells Gina as she eats.

"What? We eat together every morning?

Gina, with a little lean and illuminated.

"The... yes. I thought you'd admit it."

Vera is on the inside.

(I also feel like it's counterproductive. I don't like it, but if you show your face in a family place like this, your father might compromise.)

Vera and Gina are often asked to marry. That's because even Baim is the daughter of a fingerfolding merchant.

But Fidel wouldn't let those guys near you.

Vera was aware that it seemed overprotective, but at the same time it was also a rush to the surroundings to increase their value.

(My father, who is a merchant, and my father, right? Man parents are tough, aren't they?)

Vera, thinking like any other HR, saw Fidel.

"Damn! Who! Who said the sailors wouldn't let Vera touch a finger! Convincing the sailors is definitely not a skill!

Vera is shuddering.

"No, I told you, didn't I? Finish your meal. You're busy today, aren't you? I'm busy today, too."

"Shh, sorry. You have plans today?

When Fidel calms down somewhat, Vera says.

"Yeah, Lyell's coming home."

To Vera's words, Fidel raged again...