Sevens

In Bansaim, a real aristocrat is a word that refers to more than the Baron family.

The title Knight Sir, Associate Baron, was the existence beneath it. I'm not looking down, but given the territorial size and responsibilities, it wasn't a mistake to be a real nobleman from the Baron family.

The number of inhabitants you have, and the size of the territory you manage.

It is incurring an obligation to protect them, as well as a position as a foster parent of the Knights and Associate Barons family.

But instead of being in that position over the years, my surroundings were anxious about the Walt family that grew up.

The third generation was a hero, the fourth generation remembered the king well...... and the times they thought were good. But the fifth generation.

The country of Bansaim had begun to be rough around this time. Anyway, we're less likely to attack the perimeter. Naturally, it was also a time when exhausted national power had recovered in the third generation, and excessive dissatisfaction and domestic problems had surfaced.

The Fifth Generation Memory Room...

The sight shown there was incredible to me.

That's a strange mansion, not the Walt family mansion. Fifth generation as a boy with green hair - Fredricks was surrounded by boys and girls in unpopular parts of the mansion with dirt staining his spare clothes.

Fredricks was crying.

"Me, I'm nothing..."

I've been small since I was a kid, and I didn't have the same ambitious atmosphere as I do now. Seeing himself in such a past, the fifth generation covered his face with his right hand.

'... I didn't think I had to show it to you. But if Mireia doesn't convince me, I won't be able to trust you with my skills forever. "

The boys and girls gathered were kicking Fredricks.

"May, I'm here, I'm here!

'Because of your house, we're in trouble!

"I'm curious to be called a hero by the habit of an underground house!

Couscous The giggling girls looked like they really enjoyed watching the boys kick Fredrix.

I reached for my leg trying to kick Fredrix without patience, but I slipped through without touching him. In footage of his memory, Fredricks had been slammed against the wall.

The fifth generation explained it to me.

"The throne had already been inherited. Rather than being grateful to the Walt family... the king who feared the third generation was the grandfather of the previous generations. Things were changing. Didn't these guys feel like they were kids, too?

"What do you mean it's the Walt family?

'Hmm? Ahh, that's me. The fourth generation was really highly skilled in internal affairs. You invited artisans to a place where there was nothing, and you were raising them. I asked my mom, and she tried and missed the territory management, and she did all sorts of things... and it turned out.'

The result was achieved. For leaving, the Walt family seemed to have jumped out of their surroundings.

Tax rates are the same and higher as those around them, but they motivated the residents by working with them on exemptions, or paying them off.

As a result, the Walt family created a situation where taxes were cheaper than those around them.

'I know what these guys resent, too. If some extreme tax cuts, the inhabitants pour in there. It's annoying if you can get away or if you've come running, right? So we can have that kind of discussion and get some alignment. He also recommended the fourth generation to the surroundings. No one is motivated to think it's going to be less fruitful. Even if your neighbor has had great success. That's not the only reason. "

The fifth generation shrugged that many people would not change the way they had done before, even if they knew it would succeed. And here the Walt family seemed to have big problems.

'... the Walt family, which I had ever thought was understated, had the best power around me. But it's also possible to push the Walt family in if they cooperate around. What a delicate balance. "

The children on the bullying side apparently grew up looking at their parents fearing those Walt families.

'Now that I think about it, maybe these guys were scared, too. The Walt family keeps growing up.'

When the fifth generation said so, the children were gone from all around them. Fredrix, a crying face, was getting his clothes dirty when he stood up wiping his face with his sleeve.

And your entourage will be brought to you by the servants of the mansion.

"... were the servants guru too?

The expression of the servants seemed complicated, while others were laughing. You may have conspired to take the trail of the mansion, or you may have kept your entourage away.

"Dear Fredricks! What is wrong with you!

"Ah, here, this is..."

Before Fredricks says anything, the mansion's servants say it.

"Did you fall? That's tough. I'll get you dressed here. '

That's what I'll say and take you.

When I saw them, I couldn't say anything. I didn't think there was a past like this in the fifth generation.

Fifth generation says.

'... Lyell, that's all for today. I'm pretty hard, too. "

When the fifth generation told me to snort, I was out between the round tables. Between the round tables, Mr. Mireia was holding hands on the floor breathing on his shoulders.

The third generation was watching the figure, sitting in his seat.

"Lyell, could you have known anything?

The third generation has an extension, and it doesn't look like it was moving from there. I say as I look at Mr. Mireia and the third generation.

'Maybe you deliberately pulled Mr. Mireia away?

The third generation laughed with couscous.

'Cause there's a past that no one wants to see. Mireia, who is a little bit of a fazacon, wants to follow along. He's a Bracon, and he's such a troublesome grandson.'

Mr. Mireia stood up and looked at me.

"... Lyell, have you seen the fifth generation past? It's up to you to learn from it."

I shook my head to the side.

"Mr. Mileia, don't talk like you've never done before."

When I said that, they pointed the gun at me, so I decided to flee to the real world.

Morning to leave Carthafus.

I was looking at a strange fellow.

Shannon is as usual. He was bluffing his legs on the carrier of a well-dressed, reborn porter, looking out at the view.

But things are a little strange with Clara.

I'm talking to Mr. Ludmila, who came to see me off, but Mr. Ludmila was acting as if he was talking to a friend as well.

says Mr. Ludmila.

"This is what they said. It was good because it was in Carthaphs, but it's valuable. Take care of yourself."

What Clara was receiving as she nodded was apparently like a bullet.

"It helps. Because bullets are precious too."

Mr. Ludmila had given Clara such precious bullets in large quantities.

"Fine. It's also important to me that you're safe. And we need to protect Lyle."

That's what Mr. Ludmila was laughing at.

Indeed, it was true that it would help if Clara had the art of fighting. Whether it be demons or thieves, an attack by a pistol has some effect.

But only Aria, who was watching the two of them, had a look that seemed complicated. And oddly enough, there's a distance between us. No, Shannon and I both seemed distant.

Monica was near me. Look at the distance.

"Oh, somehow the faction sees a new move. I wish I could just crush it like that. This Monica is enough for a chicken bastard."

I laughed with my nose when I saw Monica say faction or something.

"What's a faction? I'm exaggerating. There's been a lot going on before, but you're not that far. Totally... Nevertheless, if Mr. Ludmila is going to get along, I thought he was Aria."

If Aria and Mr. Ludmila, women who fight in the same way, I was sure many parts of them would sympathize. But since we were together in the bathroom, it seems that it was Clara who got along with Mr. Ludmila.

I wanted to lean my neck on an unexpected combination, but I decided to leave convinced that was sometimes the case.

From within the treasure balls, Mireia opened her mouth, feeling grumpy and silent.

'... you've got a strong enemy. I can't believe that kid's on that side.'

In a voice where the third generation is just a little lower than usual.

'Cause if you get your hands on my favorite Clara, you're gonna get mad.'

The seventh generation says he wants to tilt his neck again as he hears those two conversations.

'That's surprising. Ludmila is going to fit Aria and the horse...... is it a fellow hater?

Only the fifth generation tells me that.

'... Lyell, speak to Aria. You can just talk while you're on the move. And just a little more nervous. "

We're going to Bansaim, so it seems different when you think it's about it.

'That's not good. My daughter-in-law who knows the faction. It could be worse than Nowem. "

The fifth generation looked seriously troubled.

The trip at the Born Again Porter was comfortable.

Some roads allow you to travel with less shaking. Traveling in iron chunks, neither thieves nor demons come out alert to what they thought.

Watching from afar and the speed of travel immediately stops us from chasing each other more than ever before.

I told Aria next door as I sat on the couch like a bench bench.

"You've gotten a lot more comfortable. It's just a little bit narrower with more weird parts."

Aria seemed to agree.

"It doesn't shake any more than it did before, and it's more comfortable, but it's narrow, isn't it? I wish it was a bigger guy. That's Damien's place."

Smiling aria. But when you give Damien's name, Monica, who was knitting, reacts. Stand up and spread your hands.

"Are you saying you like that big, just porter fake!? What do you mean ridicule me and the chicken bastard's crystal of love with a lump of romance I even put on the deformation mechanism - Ouch!

Borrowing Aria's spear, she gently slapped Monica on the head in the patterned area, teary-eyed and Monica sat down holding down the slapped area with both hands. Twin tails fell beautifully on the flutter floor.

I recently learned from the Valkyrie I that I am doing calculations and making them look cute, so I feel bruised.

"Monica, be a little quiet. Shannon awakes sleeping with his saliva dripping next door"

Seeing Shannon sleeping happily, Monica was removing the cloth and wiping away the saliva.

"Please don't tarnish me and my chicken bastard porter"

When I said that and sat down again, I was restarting my knitting. Winter is coming soon. They're making a lot of preparations for that.

Last winter, I got an overly loving heavy sweater, muffler, and gloves. I'm a little curious about what I can do this year.

I gave Aria my spear back, sighing.

"When I think back to the first days, you've got more people. Besides, I was trying to be an adventurer at first while Mr. Zelfie pissed me off at Darion. Now they'll kick you out of the Adventurer Alliance."

Mr. Zelfie is an adventurer who has just coached us into becoming adventurers. He was a veteran in a city with many new adventurers named Darion.

He was a family member who used to serve Aria's house, and he was like Aria's sister.

"When you look at me now, I don't know what Zelfie would say... you're a fine adventurer if you just looked like one, right?

Indeed, Aria had also emerged as a female adventurer. In addition to the gear you are used to, the way you fight is a man face loser.

Still, from me looking at Aria, who's been a lot of failures as a new American adventurer.

"I've gone wild, but I don't know if I've changed much. It's lively, so it's surprisingly a hobby for girls."

Aria did so at first.

"It's a gutter anyway."

That being said, he doesn't look like he cared much. I was laughing a little. But soon the expression becomes something dark.

"Lyell, I need to ask you something."

"What?"

Aria looked up at the ceiling to make sure it didn't sound like Clara operating the porter in the front, with a slightly smaller voice.

"I knew it. Come on. I see... and I will cooperate... but I will stop being your daughter-in-law"

What Aria said was that she would cooperate but not marry me. I was just going to admit it somewhere, too.

Anyway, I want Aria to be happy, and if that's Aria's choice...

But it was unexpectedly in the treasure ball that I disagreed with there. It was the fifth generation.

"Lyell, you hold this girl back for whatever it takes. I tell you, this girl needs you absolutely. '

The fifth generation seriously tells me to hold on to Aria. When I was confused, Aria was a little nervous about waiting for my answer, too.

I opened my mouth.

"... Ri, can I ask why?

"Oh, there you go! I, I'm not stronger than the others, I can't give you money like Vera, I can't give you manpower like the others. I'm not even smart like Nowem or Miranda...... I can use magic but I'm not good at it. I'm aware of that."

Hearing such Aria's words, the fifth generation is in a stronger tone than usual from within the treasure balls.

"Lyell, never let Aria get away with it. This kid has what you need in the future. Neither Nowem nor Miranda. Unlike Vera and Ludmila, you definitely need it. '

As I listened to the fifth generation of desperate opinions, I thought about what to say to Aria. But what I thought in my heart - would Aria be happy if she were beside me? - That was the question.

Can we continue to follow the words of our historical contemporaries and pursue my own happiness? And I thought.