Sevens

"Nowem, you were angry"

'Honestly, when you get angry like that,' Hih! 'It will be, won't it? I mean, that attitude of Nowem...... Hmm, is there a lot going on with my predecessor Nowem, or is it due to the memory of Historical Nowem? Well, I don't know from this side.'

It is hard to say that the relationship between goddesses and evil gods remains ambiguous and understandable. It's just true that Septem and Ceres are afraid of Nowem.

Such a noise disturbed Nowem when he said I was going for peace.

"... some people don't like peace. But I can't believe Nowem hates that much."

He lay down in his own bed, looking up at the ceiling. The ceiling of the roofed bed was intricately crafted and the line was gazed at.

'You don't like arms dealers and peace. I need you to wear out moderately and buy the product. But Nowem is not a merchant. And I'm worried about the gentle death. "

What Nowem said was that what awaited ahead of peace was a moderate death.

"A gentle death, is it? Is that bad? It's healthier than being caught in a war and dying, isn't it?

'You agree with that opinion. Even I was usually old enough to catch my breath on the bed. What makes you sad and have to die in battle? "

Seriously speaking with the third generation, I heard a doozy and footsteps there. Noisy voices can only be heard for one person.

"Please wait. I 'm-"

When the footsteps stopped across the door, the skill was used to confirm the opponent. Apparently, the Valkyries are here for Clara because of the triplets. Valkyries, the escort in front of the door, opens the door to my room.

"Come on, now's your chance. I bought the escort for this time."

"I expect you, Mr. Clara,"

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you later, as long as you can take care of Hiyoko."

That's what I said. When I closed the door, I heard the sound of being locked from the outside.

Clara was sitting on the floor hugging a big book in her bedroom dress. My glasses were uneven and my hair was messy.

The third generation feels a little excited.

'Well, finally, the time has come for Lyell to know the woman, too. Clara, as far as I'm concerned, you're welcome. "

The third generation started to regret letting me have a harem and finding out that I had only been waiting for the training ground lately. I was angry, but I couldn't help but hit Clara with that.

Get out of bed and get close to Clara.

"Are you all right?

"Yes. It's okay. Or do you want to get this far? Automatons that don't take my feelings, prep, or anything else into account."

When Clara stood up, she was getting her blue hair done with her hands. Fix glasses discrepancies and exhale.

"... well, sit down? I can make you some tea."

Clara thanked me for using the tools I had in my room and moving to prepare tea.

"Thank you"

Thus, as they sat across the low table from each other, Clara opened the book and began reading.

I'm with Clara like that.

"Hey... what does Clara think peace is?

Clara stopped her page-turning hand and looked up at me.

"Is it my peace? It's about being able to live without being disturbed by reading and not having trouble eating."

The third generation was fiercely in agreement with Clara, who ran out of words.

'Yes! That's it! I wanted to live like that, too!

I ignored the third generation of voices and asked Clara.

"... Nowem disrupted the matter of peace today. Is peace a bad thing?

Clara glanced back at the page and answered my question as she turned.

"I feel very happy when I get new knowledge in the book. I just know some people don't think so. Aria, who hates reading. Besides, Shannon can't even read a book if she wants to. As a result, my kind of peace will be boring to the two of you who have just raised it. I don't know what to say because I don't know what Mr. Nowem is referring to peace."

It's very difficult to say peace to a word. If you are referring to a state where there is no fighting for a peaceful state, then the worst case scenario is - the same peace provided for under someone's control, or even in a state of slavery.

Clara's against me.

"I've heard that the merchants' business is almost like war. Some say there is no exchange of life... but it is also true that many people die for money"

What state of affairs do you call peace?

Should I define it in detail?

The third generation seemed to have guessed what I was thinking.

"Lyell, are you trying to define it in more detail? Then you should stop it. The world will change. Sometimes a finely defined method cannot handle it. In the first place, peace is as close to illusion as Nowem says. '

From the third generation, the head of an era where wars were repeated, it would have been an unfulfilled dream, such as peace.

Then Clara turned her gaze to me.

"... nothing. I will not deny Mr. Lyell's dream. Because I would rather live my routine mediocre than contend. Why don't you ask a lot of people, anyway?

With my neck tilted, I was looking at Clara. Out of sight, hiding something from me.

"Clara, are you hiding something?

"... No, that's right. When I'm found out that I'm with Mr. Lyell, I lose my subtle balance. What's more, when Nowem, who makes adjustments, is not functioning right now, it's terrible."

From inside the treasure ball, I heard a slap on my hand. The third generation seems happy.

"It's a training ground!

In contrast to the happy third generation, I didn't laugh at all.

The next day.

I found Vera and Fidel hanging out at Rufence Royal Castle, and I invited them to tea and asked them about peace.

Mr. Fidel says, gracefully sipping tea.

"Hmm. Peace for me, huh? Right. First, Vera and Gina will have a child. Boys and girls, two to three each. And then that husband dies, and my two daughters and grandchildren rely on me. Wonderful future!

Didn't you tell me to die? Vera stepped on Mr. Fidel's foot with a heel and shut him up.

"Ve, Vela...... your father didn't tell this kid to die"

Vera, who looked frightened, shook her head to the side.

"It's not like I'm saying. I mean, don't even joke about it. Next time I say it, I'll never let my grandson see you."

With a remorseful look on his face, Mr. Fidel glared at me.

"... all my daughter's husbands just have to disappear"

They didn't tell me to die, but it doesn't change what they want me to disappear. A third generation was watching Mr. Fidel laughing.

'Nice. Fidel, you'll be as healed as ever. Now let me ask you something about Vera's peace.'

Vera sipped her tea, looking at me.

"My peace... no pirates out and loads delivered safely or something? Honestly, you can't tell if they say the whole continent or something like Lyell. Peace in economic terms, that's a little different. It was typical of Baym and all that."

I remembered that Baym's peace was built on the blood shed on the battlefields of other nations. Sure, I feel different about Sole, too.

Mr. Fidel, who is usually just kidding, looks at me.

"He's my favorite kid in the world. There are people in the world who can only fight a war. People who can't do a proper job... Kid, if you were born into a lord's house, you'd know."

The third generation taught me.

"You're here. People who don't fit into the boundaries that people have prepared. That's not all good. There were certainly people who killed people and took them, and didn't know how that was wrong. '

Vera was dyeing her cheeks a little red as she touched her dark hair with her fingertips.

"Well, I have a husband, I have kids... I have a little Mayday grandfather, and I hope that keeps the calm day going"

While Mr. Fidel looks at Vera.

"... Vera, am I that May?

"Peace?... Honestly, I bought a lot of stuff, so it doesn't have to be decades or anything?

In the garden within the royal castle, a stage was provided. There, the elves were practicing their performances and plays, and the soldiers were coming to see it from time to time.

Eva in such a place was wearing a highly exposed outfit with her pink blonde hair ponytailed and her jacket off.

It looked nastier than usual because I'm used to seeing it but still sweaty.

"No, I feel like I want some kind of war?

When I said that, Eva laughed with her nose.

"Ha! I've been attacked by thieves since I was traveling with my clan. Plus, without big fights and stimuli, it's less fruitful!

What a realistic opinion. For Eva, the battle is also a seed of rice. When I'm in trouble, Eva puts on her hair.

"To be honest, you travel a lot and you know what I mean. Old hero songs are definitely popular. I'd love to hear about old people and stories about my time. But kids and younger generations want to hear about the war that's going on. That's how I think I'll be one day. Be happy to have a new hero."

I'm dropping my shoulder.

"So what I do is extra?

"Nothing? Isn't that nice? The journey will be safer and the gold will help us. It's just that less irritation will starve the people and stuff. Look, it's not entertainment in some way, like executing a sinner. It's in an ancient song. The ancient king told the people to eat and entertain, and let the warriors fight to live or die, as they do every day, and watch it."

The third generation, you tell me.

'Eva's right, too. People are hungry for entertainment. "

Eva smiled as I gave her an indescribable look.

"Well, don't travel one day. I hope you do well. I haven't forgotten my promise to build a special theater for me."

I nodded and replied to Eva, who smiled and pressured me.

"... peace? I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"That's what smart boys think. I mean, I disagree."

Boned meat was devoured by Mae and Marina, who are royally roasting today's prey in the courtyard within the royal castle. From the two of us, he didn't understand what I was saying.

Mr. Marina, resume the meal.

And May was wiping the fat around his mouth with his fingertips when he ate it luxuriously pulling a thousand pieces of meat.

"In other words, the wild is basically a battle every day. I don't even want to be eaten. Go after him, get away with it, but if you don't eat it, this one's gonna die. It's a human word for peace and a full stomach."

"Oh, wow."

The third generation was impressed with May's words.

"Close to the wild, that's a word you don't decorate."

May looks at the meat the marina ate.

"That's my meat!

"It's worse late! Besides, I helped hunt, too, give up!

May, who is Kirin, and Marina, who is a person - both look like wild children only.

"Peace? Pfft, you're an idiot... you know, it's settled. It's a world where you can eat a glass of pudding."

Shannon laughing at me, but now he had me sitting on the floor in the dining room. It's Miranda who's sitting in the front seat.

"Shannon, if you think about your current situation, you can't laugh at Lyell."

Miranda, who was eating, played one empty plate at her fingertips. While Shannon drips.

"I'm leg paralyzed. I don't like it anymore! 'Cause I thought I had extra! Even today, he told me that he plans to have extra Monica!

What is it, mon! This guy got his hands on the pudding again without punishment?

"You're a guy who doesn't learn. Well, I finally ate and pudding right in front of you."

Then Miranda tells me.

"Lyell, there are three pieces of pudding this kid ate. I don't have Lyell and me."

I give in front of Shannon and hold my cheek.

"Oh, man, what... what are you doing, huh?

"Yikes! I'm sorry.

When I took my hand off Shannon in tears, I turned my gaze toward Miranda. Miranda understands what she wants to hear when my gaze turns.

"Peace. Let me tell you something, I'm sorry, but I'm with Nowem. It's just like that illusion. Baym was at peace, but the neighboring country was squeezed, turned into a battlefield, scattered, right? But Baym was at peace. I'm not complaining if Lyell wants to do that."

Miranda reached for a drink after the meal. And pull the chair, put your legs together, and look at me.

"Lyell, you know that, right? Even the continent has a certain number of people to live with."

I'm watching Miranda.

"It's, well..."

Any territory has a certain number of people to hold. Even food is not infinite, and sometimes the number of people needs to be reduced by famine.

"As Shannon said, not all people can eat a full stomach. Well, I might be able to figure it out if I get my hands on farming methods and all that. Still, if it keeps increasing, we need to reduce it somewhere, right? Lyell's peace, is everyone equally hungry?

"That's not true!

Miranda was also nodding if she knew.

"Well, he said it was a centuries-on-millennial story, and you just have to leave that kind of detail to the people of that era. I mean, you don't have to be responsible."

That's true. It is...... Then Miranda looks a little strange.

"But you care what Nowem says. Waiting for peace ahead is a moderate death… it's about a distant future. What are you thinking and thinking so far ahead? It's hard to say that there are fewer people."

Already, those who have sacrificed may have exceeded a million. No, I guess it's beyond. It was a continent driven mad by Ceres, and in just two years that much damage was done by Ceres.

You don't have to think about reducing people for a while.

... With that in mind, Shannon...

"I'm losing my leg feeling. Sister, forgive me already."

I was crying and begging Miranda for forgiveness.