Sevens

"Come on, that's what I've done. This is the land that is still untouched. There's a river nearby, but you're not making the most of it at all."

Seeing everyone gathered in applause, I was tense like only one idiot.

The faces in line are the men who gathered from Clara and nearby villages, starting with you, Leold.

From here, in addition to Clara, Aria, as well as Mr. Maxim and Mr. Adele, participated.

Otherwise, the Valkyries are clapping at me with no expression. I don't know...... the mass production machines are looking cuter.

There are rivers flowing around, but the ground stretches the grass to the edge of the waist. There was also a forest around, where a lot of demons were found in skills - maps and searches.

He had taken out a large porter and had also gathered the materials he thought he needed. In such a prepared state of affairs, you raised your hand, Leold.

"Mr. Lyell."

"All right, shall we stop putting 'Mr.' on first? I don't care about Lyell. Anyway, don't put 'Mr.' on."

I told you something important. Leold, you tilted your neck a little, but nodded and asked me a question.

"Um, even if you suddenly ask me to call it in and pioneer it, the Duke Royal Family is also a cutlet on a budget?

You know the inside of your house, Leold, and you've been exposed to the public royal financial situation without hiding it anymore.

(Well, I'm looking into it, so I'm grasping it on a copper coin basis. Surely the Duke Royal Family has no money. But I'm in trouble as it is)

Yes. The autumn must pass if the Duke Royal Family is to be able to prepare its budget as it is. Besides, most of them are gone from there because of the war money and the sight money.

I smile.

"It's okay, because there's money in the world somewhere. I borrowed it this time. Oh, I just borrowed it up front. I'll give it back someday."

I also asked Vera to borrow the money this time. I can't forget Mr. Fidel's scornful gaze, but Vera lent it to me by saying, "I can't help it," etc.

Whatever I say, Vera must be the type of woman who contributes to men.

Leold, you looked at me, and you turned your gaze to Clara.

"He's a pretty amazing guy, isn't he? I've only heard rumors."

Clara, while correctly positioning the glasses.

"... well, that would be perfect if you only looked at your previous background. It's a little frustrating to know what's inside, but it's also Mr. Lyell's charm there."

Leold, you're turning your longing gaze on me. It's as if you're looking at me as if I were a fairy tale hero.

(I don't know... heartbreaking. It's painful to be doomed because I'm trying to use Galleria for myself)

Even from within the treasure balls, the third generation.

"Damn, my innocent eyes hurt!

'Oh, don't look at me like that!

'... we used to all have beautiful eyes'

"This heartbreaking feeling... I didn't know pure gaze would hurt by now"

"No, I can't play games with this kid, either."

I coughed up and decided to come in and explain.

"Well, this time, Leold, you will be in charge of pioneering this land. There are many demons here, and if it rains, the small rivers will flood and flood. It's very hard to pioneer."

The assembled men also nodded at the opinion. Second and third sons around here, called room dwellings.

"But why pioneer land like that?

"I'd normally appreciate it if you spread the field."

"The old lady from the village said she had failed to do some pioneering here."

To the less enthusiastic men, I declare.

"That's why! If we pioneer here, that assessment will belong to you, Leold - the next Duke. Tips from the little things! Get a track record here and get to work on a bigger river water treatment!

Just look around you, Leold.

"Um, it's a small group of people on a very large scale to pioneer?

I thought so, too. I thought I had more men left, but only in a country where I kept fighting over and over, and men were precious.

It is also a busy time and only a dozen men gathered who do not inherit the house, the troublemakers of the village.

"By saying that the manpower is a few elite. Magically, Papa, let's pioneer it and report it to your sister."

Leold snorted a little troubled. And from the treasure balls I heard a slightly inclusive laugh of the fourth generation.

'... Lyell, you're doing so well. Shall I study this a little in the field?'

When the third day passes as we embark on pioneering.

"Gah, the embankment is broken!!"

A crack entered the magically built embankment from which the water leaked, causing the walls to collapse and the water that was stifling to erupt in momentum.

The momentum gained and I was nearby because of the stifling, I would be submerged.

Then Mr. Adele, who had given instructions nearby, was also flooded. Clara had fallen in shock and floated in the river.

Mr. Maxim runs when he floats with Pukapuka and goes to collect it because it is being flushed.

"Lady! Come on, wipe your body quickly!

When I give Mr. Adele a towel, she is protecting Mr. Adele from the gaze of all the men around her. I collect Clara from the water in the river, but she didn't bring me a towel.

Or look at me as Mr. Adele trembles with a crocodile.

"That's why you said it! Let's make it a little more sturdy! Or make it more like changing the river flow itself!

Mr. Adele, wet in water and with his clothes sticking to his body, complained to me. But Clara, who spit out the water, hasn't shut up either.

Wiping wet glasses in the water.

"It was Mr. Adele who said something about the budget and didn't like to use the materials. 'Cause I said I'd reinforce it more as I wrote in the book."

Clara in the form of a secondment from the Royal Family of Lord Galleria is this time treated as your assistant, Leold. I was going to use that accumulated knowledge and get it to go a long way in curing water this time.

It was... but I can't help but collide with Mr. Adele.

"You explained that if you use your book knowledge as it is, you don't have enough budget! So I thought you said you managed to reinforce it in more other ways! Mostly, there should have been a more efficient way!

When the two opinions hit each other hard, me and Mr. Maxim decided to mock each other with gestures.

Mr. Maxim told Mr. Adele.

"Ma'am, you can't help what's broken. Next time we have to improve and move on."

"Ugh, more spending in vain again..."

I can fool Clara.

"Clara, is there any other way? More different knowledge or something."

"I intend to choose the best. Besides, if I had used the materials from the beginning, it wouldn't have cost me any extra."

Both Mr. Adele and Clara complained about each other's bumps. Both are just important issues, and I don't know what to say either.

However, I heard a laugh from within the treasure ball.

It's Mireia.

'Fine. Fine, Lyell. It's so much fun to follow up on that and the status quo where it fails and doesn't go any further!

This guy has a pretty bad personality. In front of the sixth generation, he would be sure to have worn a cat. The sixth generation said she was a sweet sister, but I thought it was an absolute lie.

The boulders are the ancestors of Miranda and Shannon.

There are only two ancestors with personality problems, but that doesn't change the other historical contemporaries.

The third generation looks like fun too.

"I thought it was gonna break."

I also agree with the seventh generation laughing.

'Me, too. Lyell, this is the kind of preparation you have to be polite about.'

I wish I could have told you if I knew, but the historical masters were just watching.

Doing so, you ran from the woods, Leold.

"So, someone! Aria!!"

Turning to see if anything had happened, Aria came out of the woods to grab a big bear's head from the woods and take charge.

I'm getting returning blood, but I'm sure it's the demon's returning blood. The brown bear with brown fur is a tough, rough and cumbersome demon, even as a demon.

Aria, who speared it, came from the woods.

"May is so annoying. Don't make a scene with blood back."

Mr. Leold, you were actually raised to be pretty overprotective, it seems like you've never done anything like this outside.

(Mr. Gracia, was that Bracon?)

When Aria threw the brown bear to the ground, the whole Valkyries handed Aria a wet towel.

Upon receipt, Aria was wiping her face with a towel and wiping her neck, hands, etc.

"I mean, there's a lot of demons. There's too many of them! Soon Mr. Maxim will be gone, and the other Valkyries are working on it."

To cut through the woods, many of the Valkyries had cut down trees, broken branches, and carried Marutai to pull through the stump.

Aria sat down on the ground, Leold. I saw you, and I was sighing.

"You can't move when you're on the battlefield."

Worried about you, Leold, Aria was speaking up.

I'm with Aria like that...

"Aria, you were terrible at first."

I shut my mouth in response to Aria's gaze along the way.

The Valkyries are bringing us towels, too. When I gave Clara the towel first, she looked around.

I pinned it down poorly, and the ground around me was bechavecha. Exhale while I wish I had done something about the grass first.

If you look up into the sky, the sun shines brightly, so sweat flows down your cheeks.

(... It doesn't end easy at all. I thought magic would be over soon)

My thoughts were apparently sweet.

Night.

Even though the third day was about to end, the day was not as fruitful either.

In the original plan, the water was to be cured, the embankment was to be built and the river flow changed.

If it worked, it wouldn't have been weird to be in building the foundations of the village.

The plan hasn't progressed at all due to continued failure, and the historical principals in the treasure balls are just making fun of it even when they ask for advice.

I know it makes some sense and I don't give advice, but I'm getting tired, too.

Tent next to the porter, where he sits in a wooden box chair and sighs under the lantern light.

I piled up the crate and glanced through Ms Adele's report where I had placed the board and made it my desk.

"The missing material is Marutai...... damn, the money is gone just because time runs out"

I have money to move people. In detail, it's food. And pioneering needs tools. And the tools wear out. Sometimes it breaks.

It was a situation where it was poured into the water and some of the tools could not be found.

"That's not gonna work."

When I sighed, I heard a voice in my tent. Leold, it's you.

"Um, are you awake?

"Huh? Ah, ah."

When I invited you to my tent, Leold, I told him to sit in a crate. Sitting down, Leold, you were lying down.

"Excuse me."

"Huh? What?

Suddenly apologized and confused, Leold, you started talking to Potty Potty.

"I've been in the Mansion before...... never thought it would be so hard to cure or pioneer water. I knew it in my knowledge, but I still don't think I can do anything."

You thought you could do more things, you seem to regret your impudence. He followed Aria at noon and tried to regret going into the woods but couldn't do much.

"Lyellowness… My lord has heard that I am successful as an adventurer. Even though you're only two or three different ages than I am. I feel sorry for myself."

I'm sure you wouldn't have had that feeling if you'd seen me fail during the day. I'm glad you didn't see me, Leold.

"Was it just my mouth? I thought doing internal affairs would do Lord Galleria good for the royal family. My sister is unhappy with all the wars and yet she can't do anything after all..."

Looking at you depressed, Leold, I decided to speak up.

"... Me too, I'm still trying and falling apart."

"Is Lord Lyell here? Unbelievable."

Makes me wonder, Leold, what the hell do I look like to you? I prepared a drink for you while I laughed and handed it to you, Leold.

"It's just a failure. It's also bothering me. Besides, it keeps bothering my surroundings in its current progression. And finally, it's in my interest to help Galleria."

Leold laughed bitterly.

"My sister told me. I didn't think you were exchanging letters with the Ruthworth witch. Indeed, my sister's life would have been in danger had she been known. But from me, that's also a mystery. Why can you go so far?

In a way, I'm the blackmailer who threatened Mr. Gracia. But at the same time, he is also the benefactor who prevented the adventurers who had ever exchanged letters from being caught.

With the two countries at war, the surroundings wouldn't be interesting if they knew the top was connected behind them.

I've prevented it, Leold. It seems strange from you.

I'm cheeky.

"Well, there's a lot of purpose. Have Zain work with Rolphis. Then, I guess, a stepping stone to Russowerth. With Galleria back on her feet and Zayn and Rolphis, and even Baym, Russowerth will soon be cornered."

Listen to that, Leold.

"... then there will be no more reason for my sister to exist. If you do it badly, it's assassination."

I smile.

"Well, then I'll just have it (as a buddy). In fact, I want that fighting power."

Leold, with a slightly surprising look.

"... Really? Aria was strong, too. I wasn't the same type as my sister, though. Because your sister is a combat style that can do a lot of damage."

While Aria can fight alone, against a group, it seems that Ms. Gracia has a fighting style that is specific to the ultimate mass battle.

Then, as a force of war, it's perfect. From now on, I wanted those forces too.

"I'm not a good man either. We work together for a variety of reasons. So, Leold, you should use me to get a track record, too. If this place succeeds... I'm sure the eyes around you will change too"

Will it succeed? That kind of thought turned my head, but soon I'd switch my mind. You have to succeed.

Leold snorted with a smile when he heard it.

"Okay."