Sevens

"... are you all right, Lord Lyell?

In one of Lord Aleria's royal mansions, Leold looked worried to see me ramming on my desk.

Looking boy, Leold, you've been watching how you've been working here lately, especially near me.

What I'm doing right now is paperwork for a territory that the Principality of Galleria has newly established as its direct jurisdiction. The paperwork is being carried in like a mountain, and I'm handling the sole.

In fact, Leold, you're supposed to be handling this, and he's watching and learning my job because of the significance of that help.

Apparently, Mr. Gracia isn't good at this hand job either. It seems to have turned you around for me, Leold, because I'm so busy with my usual business.

"... it's okay, I think"

Dine with Vera at Baym, have a conversation as it is, then leave Eva at Baym. Mine go to May and Rolphis.

From there, Galleria crusaded the peripheral lords, so she rushed to hear that she was understaffed in post-processing.

Yesterday, I also went to give Russowerth a letter. The lack of a prime minister means confused Lusoworth officials. In addition, Mr. Elsa was also in subtle trouble. Because the documents that the Chancellor was processing came to Mr. Elsa.

I've left Nowem and Aria aside, so the two of them will be able to help me with a lot.

No, Nowem's fine, but I'm more worried about Aria. That guy, he was totally useless at paperwork.

"No, you look pale. Shouldn't you be resting?

I saw a pile of paperwork on my desk. I almost got a laugh out of it. He also processes various documents and reports in Rolphis, gives instructions in Russowerth, and faces mountainous documents in Galleria.

Funny. I'm supposed to be an adventurer.

It's moving around behind a lot of things, but why are you doing this? I would have thought of manual labor doing something more dramatic.

No, when I think that Zain felt the same way, maybe it's something like this.

"I guess I'll take a little rest when this is over. Still, you've managed quite badly again."

Looking at one of the reports, the previous lord had collected as much as 70% of the tax. It's fine to do so, but I'm not using most of them for territorial development. It felt like maintaining the status quo, and doing something about the increased population and shortfalls in the war.

The looting in the war was like making extraordinary money. The fourth generation in the treasure ball was also wild and insane.

'Why is this rich land, and this is the only way it develops! That's crazy! What do you mean, they can take 70% and live? If you had invested in internal affairs long ago, you would have beaten Russowerth without a war!

Well, it's because we were at war with each other because we were familiar, so I guess we're not focused on winning.

"There's also a baim nearby. With new technology and money, people were collected. How is this happening?"

It was you who answered my question, Leold.

"... because, you know, I haven't had to force myself outside to strike out until now. Besides, Russowerth was the only threat to neighbouring countries. My neighbor, Selva, has been busy with Zayn and Rolphis for years."

Russowerth is the only threat in the vicinity. Moreover, it would have been profitable to oppose each other nationally and to wage war against each other. Yes, some humans.

"Was the business relationship reluctant for Baim to get in? But I also buy products from Baym regularly."

Leold, you don't seem familiar with the strange circumstances.

"I don't know. However, there are many lords who don't want to rely on Baim. I call it the capital of merchants and adventurers, because many people hate the merchants and mercenaries of death or the gathering of thieves."

Indeed, Baym flourishes in the deal at first glance.

But many of the commodities we're dealing with are weapons. The tracers also contract blacksmiths and craftsmen to manufacture large quantities of weapons.

It was mercenaries to adventurers to consume it, and the weapons were bound to sell, given that the demons were all over the continent.

Sometimes I would have fomented wars, made them fight, and made a lot of money. If you look at the previous zain and the response at Rolphis, you can tell.

He was sending a mercenary regiment and selling weapons and consumables to both sides. A good amount of money should have moved.

"... a lot of lords would revolt against me pulling the Trace family in."

When I said that looking at the ceiling, Leold, you were laughing bitterly.

"Yes. A lot. But if we can get the harbor, Galleria has a lot to gain. We can't just go through the old ways forever."

Younger than me, but seemed to think a lot of things.

The fourth generation can be heard from the treasure balls.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! How can you do well in such a way of governing! I'd be too scared to sleep at night. Ooh!! '

Looking at Lord Galleria's report, he continued his work listening to the cry of the fourth generation.

- Miranda had her face in the room given to Lyell.

I was bringing drinks and a night meal in my hand, knocking on the door and waiting for a response. But I don't hear back from the inside of the room.

Miranda, who served in the royal family of Lord Galleria, enters the room making sure that it is not locked when she reaches for the door knob.

"Have you fallen asleep yet? Lye...... Le?

As the hallway lights entered the dark room, I saw Lyell's legs lying on the couch.

On the other side of the couch with two, there's a little boy lying down more than Lyell.

Miranda turned on the light as she entered the room and put her drink and evening meal on the table.

Looking inside the room, there was a pile of processed documents. Check the contents of one of those documents for your hand as you lift your thin green wavy hair with your fingertips.

"... the tax rate is lowered slightly, tax breaks due to cooperation in water remediation work? So you're going back to the average tax rate. Well, if we don't, we're not going to get any help,"

The land-rich Galleria does not participate in some tax cuts, even if the inhabitants are not in such a hurry to cooperate. Because you don't have to do that to eat it.

Miranda couldn't imagine Lyell acting out of these circumstances.

"It's like someone has excellent support..."

Unexpectedly, Miranda is sighted into a jewel that emitted a pale blue light on Lyell's chest.

For a moment, the Ceres thing turned my head. The treasure balls - just as there is a consciousness of Agrissa, a beautiful Dutchwoman enclosed in the yellow treasure balls, so is Lyell's balls...

So much thought, Miranda shrugged her shoulders.

I thought I'd borrow a blanket.

That's what I said, Miranda was leaving the room...

- In the treasure ball.

The third generation was only the fourth generation and the two of us among the round tables. Careful historical contemporaries, and it is a consideration of Mileia.

"Well, it's Marks's turn at last. When will I finish my role?

Without calling him the fourth generation, etc., Slay, the third generation, called his son Marks. Marks looks older in one way or another.

The third generation was floating, and at last, he looked young. The personality is not like an adult either, and if they say which one is younger, everyone will point to the third generation.

"Daddy's got an important job putting together" Best O'Briel. "

To the fourth generation of words, the third generation laughs greatly.

'You sure matter!... but there aren't many judges. Don't you think we need more judges?

The fourth generation had to remove the glasses, then remove the cloth and brush the lens.

'You don't think. Anyway, it's been plentiful, and I'm counting on your father's choice.'

Called his father, Slay narrowed his eyes.

'... Marks, I couldn't tell you because it's so illuminating. But even if it doesn't make sense, even if the real us are dead, I'll still say it. Marks was the head of a much better Walt family than I was. He was my proud son.'

Marks gently wiped his eyes with a cloth when he put his glasses back on. Slay didn't dare mention it when he noticed it.

'... I wanted to apologize to Fredrix for everything. He's running away when he tries to apologize. Will you tell it from your father? "I put a hard time into it. I'm sorry."'

Slay shook his neck sideways at the words.

'It's not just Marks. I pushed Marks to his place without taking over, too. Parents leave things for their children, and children leave things for their grandchildren. Apart from whether that's good or bad.'

Marks stood up from the chair and looked at Lyell's chair correctly. When Lyell's seat emits a blue light, Lyell appears there.

Slay was... the third generation, watching the fourth generation in silence.

Marks, the fourth generation, turns to Lyell.

"Lyell, I'm going to pass on my last skill today."

The third generation was watching the fourth generation, who smiled and said that to Lyell. And drop them off until the end when the two of them creep through the door of memory......

"Marks, you were the longest Lord in history. I've had a lot of trouble... but you're better than me. '

... Yes, it was a whine -.

That was the main road that lasted everywhere.

It was also the place where the path hurried by the fourth generation remained strongly engraved in memory in order to meet the third generation who fell on the battlefield.

To meet the third generation, it was the fourth generation of skills [speed] that I expressed because I wanted to hurry more.

It was worth it, and the fourth generation could be reunited within the breath of the third generation. And I was able to receive the balls I inherited from generation to generation.

White clouds in the blue sky.

Looking up at the sky, I knew what the fourth generation, who was somehow facing each other, wanted to tell me. I say it because I understand.

"Is it too abrupt?

The fourth generation smiles.

'Really? I don't think so. My role...... no, I think that's all I can do to help'

Now I turned my face to the ground, and I held my face down with both hands. I was about to cry, but I tell a joke.

"I'm busy, so let's have more time. See, you said the atmosphere was important, and the fourth generation."

The fourth generation was laughing out loud.

'No, that's against women. So. But you seem to remember it properly. I mean, we're going to need it, or we should definitely hold it down, so we can fight it in action. Oh, to Nowem and the others, right?

Who else is there? I took a breath and turned my gaze straight to the fourth generation.

"I'd like you to tell me more."

"I taught you the basics. And then you worry about yourself, and unless you hit a big wall, there's no growth. Whoa, it's not the usual growth. '

I laughed bitterly at the fourth generation of words. And when the fourth generation gets a serious look, it moves straight next to me in an instant.

When I looked to the side, the fourth generation had their hands on my shoulder.

"...... [Full Drive]. It's my final skill. If we use this, we might be able to stand up to Ceres for a little while. '

Only, I won't tell the fourth generation that I can win just by saying I can stand up to it. At any rate, Ceres does something close to this almost vegan.

When I breathed, the fourth generation took a distance and pulled the dagger out of the back hips. And start throwing it around.

Two, four, six, eight... When I got to that point, I saw the fourth generation looking sumptuous. If you notice, the dagger thrown in the universe is poking beautifully around me.

The fourth generation was cleverly juggling with two daggers behind me.

"... you teach me in a much more radical way"

The fourth generation held two daggers in his right hand and corrected the position of the glasses with his left hand.

'If you just want to teach me your skills, you can do it another way. Will you learn how to fight with your skills and how to fight with my weapons? Did you think it was the style of using only two daggers?

I've worked with the fourth generation many times, too. However, I have not seen how many daggers have been used so far.

"You didn't even have to use it, did you?

'No, basically, because two daggers won't do you any time soon for a multitude of opponents. And by using more than one skill -'

When I waved my right hand to the side, Sabel appeared and played the dagger. However, only one of them played, and the second one pierces his right shoulder.

Pulling through a dagger that pierced him deeply, he was stunned by its power.

"… Are you using your first generation of skills to bottom up your power? Besides, you deliberately missed the first one and the subtle aim and timing."

He used his first and second generation skills, gaining power and throwing daggers at his personality.

But the fourth generation took two new daggers.

'Too bad. I also used a third generation mind. Sounds like it's not working for Lyell, but is it to the point of being a little dull on judgment?

When the fourth generation stood with a dagger, I jumped forward and stuck out the sabel. But the fourth generation in front of me disappears, and I'm chopped and carved.

He was bleeding from arms, feet, torso, neck muscles, and head... everywhere.

'Minds aren't just hypnosis. I can also show hallucinations. Even if the opponent resists, if it works at all, you're right.'

When I looked back, there was no fourth generation there. And I hear voices from behind again.

'It's really just a skill to move faster than usual'

Looking back, there is no fourth generation figure there. Now I hear voices from the diagonal back, and I magically blow my surroundings with my left hand up.

"Thunderclap!"

Thunder strikes, lightning falls around. As the earthen smoke covered the perimeter, now the voice could be heard from all sides.

When the earthen smoke fell, there were dozens of fourth-generation figures there.

In a hurry I restart the sabel, but soon the pain runs on my right shoulder. Next up is the left thigh.

'... no matter how resistant you are, if you make him a little hasty, you're right. Damn, third generation skills are cowardly, aren't they? I don't know if I can win. "

He breathed and pulled out a dagger that pierced his shoulders and thighs. I threw two daggers at someone different from the fourth generation, but when the fourth generation in front of me disappeared, the dagger I threw would come back at me with my sword tip.

Bounced off with a sabel, and alerted his surroundings. Explore the signs in the second generation of skills - the field - to explore the signs around you. The sixth generation - search - was also used to find a place for the fourth generation.

But even if we find a reaction, the next moment we move, the dagger flies. Sometimes a dagger with a large curve also flew in.

Numerous daggers have fallen around me and pierced the ground.

He took one of them and threw it toward the fourth generation reaction. A dagger spinning next to what seems to have been a fourth generation thrown in the air bounced off my thrown dagger.

"Ha, ha..."

As long as I fight within the treasure balls, my injuries and so on heal quickly. No, I'm not injured or anything from the beginning, maybe I'm just in pain.

In these circumstances, I am gradually able to react to the movements of the fourth generation.

More daggers to play, and fewer injuries.

The blue skies began to cloud around me, and I fought the fourth generation in the dark.

"You're usually strong. From what I've heard, I've heard that the fourth generation has done a lot of good in home affairs and not a lot of good in combat!

Playing the dagger with the sabel, the dagger flew through the universe and the fourth generation took the dagger.

'Because times are times. There are many thieves and many demons. I've gone on many crusades, too. War was not an opportunity, but there were skirmishes between territories.'

The view of the main road, which runs everywhere, was cloudy and dark.

It starts to rain.

But I opened my eyes.

'... apparently, did you get the hang of it?

I could see the rain grains slowly falling to the ground. And the reaction caught up with the movement of the fourth generation as well.

Jump out, and take the fourth generation that has been slashed with a sabel.

'That's a good response. After all, Lyell is talented. I expressed this skill in my late twenties. "

When the fourth generation jumped away and took the distance, I rebuilt the sabel, too.

"... All right, let's do it last"

The fourth generation lowered his entire body as he removed his glasses and slipped them into his chest pocket. As the rain grows stronger, the movement feels even slower.

At the end of the day, it looked like the rain grain was stopping. And when the fourth generation moves out, I step in big, too.