Sevens

That night I found out about Ceres' murder.

With my face between the round tables in the treasure balls, I was talking to a third generation who would sit back on the round tables.

'Come on, shall we summarize the information we've had so far? Nowem was an evil god, and we were watched by such an evil god - the Walt family had Septem blood in it. This one is said to be a goddess, but it's essentially the blood of a monster known as an inclined beauty named Agrissa. And Nowem is following Lyell, not Ceres. Besides, Nowem is drawing Nowem's blood, and Mr. Octo is concerned. No, that's tough.'

The third generation did not seem to peddle much of the information obtained from the treasure balls.

"And this time, it turns out that once mankind was destroyed and there was a facility on the moon that looked like it. It's a little shame you don't have a rabbit, but this is the time to give up. '

Do we need to worry about that there?

He said he was a romantic or something, but when the third generation says it, it's a lie.

'Well, I guess Nowem has a lot of ideas about peace. A former human? I don't want you to make a human mistake. So don't go for peace...... oh dear!

"Are you sure?!?"

When I stood up from the chair in surprise, the third generation laughed hella.

'No,' cause that's not a bad opinion. Ancients have failed in the past. So it's important not to repeat the same mistake. Oh, nothing. I wouldn't even say it's bad for Lyell to go for peace. '

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do? I need to discuss this with Nowem..."

Then the third generation looked at me with a gentle smile.

'In that case... it's a round throw for the next generation! Let's leave Lyell's child, and his grandson, as a challenge. It's okay! I'm sure someone will fix it. No problem. "

I was staring at the third generation and my mouth was pounding.

And I breathed, and I shouted.

"You suck! Or we have to fix it!

Then the third generation tilted its neck.

"What? Why?

I was questioned by a third generation and had trouble responding.

"No, so... I thought if we didn't fix it, we'd get in trouble for the next generation."

The third generation looked at me and put their arms together.

"Lyell...... Fool"

The third generation told me you were stupid, and I was a little surprised. Isn't it the worst thing to do, like throw a round at the next generation?

But here's the third generation answer:

"I just executed the development plan that prepared me for the second generation, and I didn't really get involved in the territory after that. But, you know, not all of it. There were times when the second generation was natural. But things had changed dramatically in my time. The price of timber jumped because the war was going on like every year. Sometimes it was difficult to buy food from the outside. On the contrary, I have sold food at high prices'

The third generation says that the circumstances of that era did not fit the plans prepared by the second generation. At that time, the third generation seemed to have made policy changes.

"If Lyell is active, it's fine. But the next generation has their opinions. Because Lyell's thoughts today don't fit that era... no, I definitely do. At that time, whatever it is, Lyell doesn't have to care. What Lyell should be concerned about is getting a heir that he can safely rely on in those situations."

The third generation was a serious face. And talk out about Nowem's problem.

'Honestly, so is the peace that Lyell wants. The peace you want in that era may change. You can't make up your mind about bees. And Nowem's problem is still in our hands. Take it to Lyell now, the important thing is to get the continent. No, it's about taking down Ceres. And to take responsibility for ensuring your own safety. You can be emperor. You can aspire to any kind of governance. But there's something Ryer can and can't do right now. "

If I were to unite the continent, I would transfer it to execution because I declare myself emperor.

In that case, I don't have much time to be free. It's no longer possible to move as you like as an adventurer.

The third generation expected that if I unified the continent, it would be full of hands by entrusting it to the next generation once the method of governance was established. In fact, I guess so.

'I can't imagine. Because the ancients, with civilizations that only made it to the moon, perished. Lyell will have plenty of help, too. So let's just focus on what we can do. You can trust me.'

That's what they said, and I'm just a little more comfortable.

"Can I entrust it?

'Yes. Do what you can, and if you still can't, you have to entrust it. I can't even solve it. And you can't leave it alone. Then we have to entrust it.'

I looked at the third generation and nodded. Then the third generation suddenly laughs out.

'Well, I threw everything in trouble, Marks - round the fourth generation. He died in battle. Besides, outdated opinions, from a young lady's point of view, can be annoying. I thought the stubborn second generation was old age. "

"... why did you get here and drop it that way? That was a really good story earlier!

The third generation laughs out.

"What's true. You get stubborn when you get older. No, I get it. That was good in the second generation, and that was actually right. But in my time, it's out of date, not very much, but it doesn't make sense. I've already ignored it and proceeded on my own '

Reminds me of the second generation I struggled with. Indeed, it is true that there was somewhere to overcook the care, and the third generation may have been struggling in that respect.

'So if I leave it to you, I won't talk. Well, maybe there are times when I have to let you out. In that case, it's case-by-case. And come on.'

The third generation leaned down a little while he put his hand on his chin.

'Honestly, the Ancients are all gone,' I told you. 'So? Feels like'? 'Cause I've had Professor Damian and Monica for decades until I caught up with the ancients? Those two are honest with their desires, and Monica, if Lyell tells them to weigh in, they'll be happy to weigh in. Professor Damien, if an ideal woman could make it, she'd never be interested in passing on her skills. I'm glad this cleared up the innovation. "

The third generation seems interesting when you wonder if I'm okay with that.

'Besides, we kill each other, no matter how silent we are. I'll say no, and I won't make it easy for you to make peace. First, let's prioritize beating Ceres. And govern. I'm busy. Maybe it won't end in Lyell's time. I have a lot to do. Things like that seem to be out of hand... a round throw for the next generation.

I don't know...... I'm sure the third generation is right, but I had myself unconvinced. What you're saying is right, but you don't have a body or a lid.

And the third generation smiles a little.

'However, you had a harvest this time. Nowem messed up so much, he said his opinion. Why don't Lyell talk to Nowem?

Nowem's room.

I'm in front of the door. I let the Valkyries back down, and I knocked.

After a while, I went into the room because I heard Nowem respond.

Nowem was dressed in his room and was sitting in the room. I didn't feel like I was doing something.

When I walk into the room, I get up to make tea.

"Nowem, I..."

"Dear Lyell, may I have a little old story?

Nowem blocked my inquiry and prepared tea and sat on the couch. I pinched the low table and sat on the other side, and I saw Nowem.

"Once upon a time - it was a long time ago. Me and Septem disagree, I - Nowem with Octo."

Nowem, stop.

"Master Lyell?

I decided to say something to Nowem like that.

"Honestly, being an evil god, being a goddess, I've had a lot of big talk about scale lately and I'm having trouble. I will defeat Ceres and unify the continent. I don't know if maybe we can get to reunification. I might entrust it to the next generation. So leave the peace thing alone."

From within the treasure balls, a third generation of voices was heard.

'Yes. But I didn't say I wouldn't go for it!

Nowem looks surprised, but lean down a little.

"... Dear Lyell, I am"

"Just"

I blocked Nowem from speaking and asked Nowem. It was important.

"I want to know how you really feel. Let me hear it. No more secrets."

Nowem looked at my expression and opened his mouth to see if he was ready.

That was a fact far beyond my imagination.

- Baldoor was coming to South Baim from Rufence Royal Castle.

I was visiting as part of my job, but I was getting a headache when I walked into South Bame and heard Lyell and Nowem rubbed it.

It was Maxim and Damian who invited Baldoor like that and were drinking. Three Damian automatons were bringing liquor and food to the room, not the tavern.

To Baldoor with his head, Maxim drinks.

"Lord Lyell quarrels with Lord Nowem? That's tough."

Speaking of other personnel, yes, but I didn't seem interested. Baldoor is outraged by that attitude.

"That's tough, it's not! You know what I mean! How important now is! I'm already worried about someone moving out and fighting over bone meat before who keeps Ryer's harem! But you haven't finished the gun-related supplies you were asking for... can't you go back?"

Damian eats the dishes served on his knobs.

"Grandpa Latata is busy, too. Other craftsmen can't keep up with their work. Still, Baldoor's in trouble, too. I mean, Lyell pushed me through the rest of the sale, but you're pretty healthy, aren't you? I'd go crazy."

"... for once, can you stop treating me like I'm my daughter-in-law? I have a little problem with my personality, but I'm a good guy."

Maxim feels just like Damian.

"If I were you, don't get violent when you're pushed to marry me. Baldoor's doing great."

"So don't tell me like it's off. Because he's cute enough."

While the two of you look at a baldoor like that.

"I don't think so. The woman who's finished in my head is the best."

"I don't care except Master Adele"

Drunks laughing out of saying that. Baldoor looks at the two of them.

(Why are these freaks and famous people so nice to me? I don't care what you think. I need you to hold on tighter)

Bardot came to talk to me about Lyell, even though he didn't feel comfortable with the two of us who would get along.

"What is it that Lord Maxim and Professor Damian are saying? Please hold on tighter. Originally, about one or two marriages -"

"No! I gave this life to Lady Adele. Otherwise we make concessions, but some are never conceivable!

Maxim, who turned red in his face, has stood up from his chair and rejected him resolutely. Baldoor hid his face with his hands.

"Then do anything to marry Lord Adele. I'm asking you to talk to me about my engagement."

Then, suddenly, Maxim sat in a chair, his face turning bright red.

"That's... that's fine with me, but there's also the question of what Master Adele thinks. Besides, I'm a former jury, and Lady Adele is out of reach. I think that's the other way around."

(That stinks, this guy. How come there are so many of these guys around Master Lyell?

When Baldoor offends in his heart, Damien drinks the alcohol that the automaton dilutes.

"Well, it doesn't matter if Lyell has a fight with one of his lovers. If there's so many of them, there's about a spare."

To Damien's words like that, while the automaton who was nearby twisted himself around.

"Oh, what a dry thing to say. But that's your husband's charm."

Baldoor looks at the automaton.

(... Same goes for Lord Monica, but the automaton is absolutely strange somewhere. Damn, how come nobody notices this crisis)

As Maxim reminded Baldoor of drinking that way.

"Huh! With that said, I was making a bet on who would be the first to have it. I was betting on Lord Nowem because my most prominent candidate was Lord Ludmila or Lord Liane!

As Damian also remembered.

"That's right! I was betting on the small money I made, too! No...... nom? thought it was an iron plate, so it's a full investment there! If you get in a fight, you're in trouble."

While the baldoor slammed the desk with both hands and stood up from the chair.

"What are you betting on! I'm not saying take control, but don't take the initiative to bet! Now it's troublesome who's on which faction! It's a situation where you just make weird moves and you can decide with which faction!

Maxim grabs Baldoor's shoulder and lets him sit in his chair. When Baldoor sits reluctantly, Maxim says.

"Don't worry. I will obey you, Adele."

"Though I wouldn't feel safe at all!

When Baldoor screamed, the Automatons brought a replacement...