Sevens

- Two beds are available in Miranda's room in South Bame.

One was Shannon's bed, and when it was late at night, Shannon dived into bed and slept. In addition to the shortage of manpower, Shannon is also a valuable manpower in the Lyell faction, which is a gathering.

The demon eye is treasured to read the magic currents.

Because if anyone behaves strangely, they will be discovered by Shannon.

Shannon has really good eyes, but he also has a personality and lack of physical strength, which makes him difficult to handle. Miranda with such a sister, but now she was reading the letter.

I rely on reading the lantern lights placed inside the room, but Miranda's expression is not excellent. Rather, it showed discomfort.

"... you've been able to write to me a lot. In many ways."

The sender is Ralph Circley - Miranda's father. It's also surprising that I had a route where I could send a letter to Lyell, but I couldn't hide my surprise in the content either.

The contents are sending the Circleys who are staying in Carthaphs to you. They're waiting in Carthaphs for permission not to come out, and it said they could turn the manpower as soon as Miranda's permission was given.

At the same time, it also describes recent developments in Central.

Instead of Ludmila of Carthaphs, the letter the sailors had was delivered to Miranda.

"Money or the dark connection behind it? I don't care, but you've been downgraded and you're doing fine."

And it's the last one that matters.

Ralph has been in contact with Lyell as he expands his forces on his own and even absorbs the Walt family's main unit. I came to Miranda for a connection.

"Mr. Fidel's still cuter, too. No, both."

Ralph is noble. Fidel is a merchant. They're both strong.

It's true that Central's inside information wants so much as a hand out of his throat. In fact, even Rauno has decided and declined that infiltration is too dangerous.

Based on the surrounding situation, it was decided to deduce information inside Central.

"... while we give Lyell the information, we have to get the ship ready. I'd like to avoid relying on Ludmila, but then you can rely on merchants."

Miranda folded the letter, and smiled.

Miranda's smile looks scary in the lantern light.

"I'll compliment you on your decision to support me in improving the status of the Circleys, Father. But... it was a little late."

Currently, successively anti-Serres on Rufence - soldiers are gathering from all over the place under Lyell to flip anti-flags against the present kingdom of Bansaim.

With the Walt family back, the flow was totally leaning towards Lyell. If you ignore the existence of Ceres, Lyell was an obvious winning horse.

"I wish it was only a little quicker to make contact. Well, it would be life-threatening to come into contact with this one, and maybe you worked hard?

It was also possible that Ralph weighed Lyell and Ceres and switched to Lyell. However, Miranda, getting support late isn't going to be any advantage.

"Let me use it. Well, I offered to cooperate, so I'll just admit to the survival of my parents" house. "

Miranda, who sees Shannon, is somewhat frustrated that Shannon was not mentioned in the letter.

"... I should tell you to get out of Central."

I had family feelings, and I decided to tell them to stay safe...

- South Bame.

In the compartment where the craftsmen were gathered there was one warehouse.

There were many porters and parts loaded around that warehouse, which was half and large.

When the craftsmen went inside with a tough look, Monica was waiting in the warehouse in incompatible maid clothes.

"It was too late. So, what's the example?

The craftsmen take the parts made at Monica's request out of the box. I don't know about gears, springs, and what to use them for, but many of the parts made as Monica requested were also the sweat and tear crystals of the craftsmen.

Monica looks at Sole.

"... great. Now it's time for the porter to complete it."

When Monica looked back, there was a porter there who had made the final adjustments up to the point where he had traveled with the Lyells for their offerings.

With the final adjustment in advance of the final showdown, the porter, who started out as just a luggage carrier, had already become a giant robot. The armor is made from the boss's stuff obtained in Aramsarth.

Inside, Monica applied various hands, and the South Bame craftsmen were used to complete the parts as well.

An armoured car that deforms. Monica, who doesn't weigh herself, worked with Lyell to make it this far with love.

"Excellent! Now you're clear about the difference between the performance of the three ponchos at that Damien professor and me, Monica. I need to report it to the chickenshit as soon as I finish it."

Craftsmen to the wonky Monica.

"Oh, um... the reward."

Monica slaps her hand. The golden twin tail fluttered into a clap that slapped his hand.

"Whoa, that was a reward. Now let's colour it."

Rewards were available for leather bags removed from the gap between the skirt and the apron. There, Monica takes the gold out of her wallet and adds it.

The craftsmen who received it looked relieved by checking the contents.

"It's good to pay for it."

"Oh, pay for it!

"Me, I've only been sleeping here lately."

Gnome to Dwarf, and was relieved that the human craftsmen could do this slowly. Monica to such craftsmen.

"Oops, request to create a spare part -"

That's it, the craftsmen try to run away from the warehouse with bags of gold looking important. But in vain, the high spec is Monica the seller.

Go ahead and smile when you stand at the entrance to the warehouse.

"Wait. I'm going to ask for replacement parts or parts for servicing."

Craftsmen were desperate to see Monica smile like that...

- Gracia, who was coming to South Bame, was walking around the city in a rough fit in advance of a conference on measures against Bansaim.

In his native country, the Duchy of Galleria, his brother, Leold, was conducting his affairs in place of Gracia, who is now acting as king. Nowadays, most of the power had been smoothly transferred to Leold and he was in a light-hearted position.

He bound his long silver hair and walked through the city of South Bame with the female knights, who were also escorts. However, there have been times when I have been relieved of my previous heavy responsibilities...

"Oh, I thought it was bigger than before, but there are more stores."

I was watching the stalls lined up for fun, and while I was surprised how the female knights of the escort had changed Gracia.

"Dear Gracia, we have already finished lunch today. I don't want people eating at the stalls."

Gracia was floating when she was freed from acting as king and Leold was close to taking over as king.

"Isn't that nice? Eat up, you guys. Because of that, the skewers over there are very..."

Where Gracia pointed her finger, there was a client.

"Airhardt, this one's delicious."

"Hey, don't stick around. Ah, it looks delicious that I'm eating airhardt"

"Hey, Airhardt."

A man with a tank top and narrow shoulders was sitting in a bench and shrinking. Surrounded by a bunch of fellow adventurers women, but a short distance from it, the men watched over Airhardt.

"Who is it, the one who told me where Airhardt is"

"It's not me!

"Behold, Airhardt was glad to be able to non-billy because he's off today... so depressed..."

Gracia and the others see Airhardt. The airhardts gathering gaze from around them, but few were concerned because it wasn't even a very rare sight in South Bame.

Look at such an airhardt, Gracia is.

"... wouldn't a man be happy if he was surrounded by women?

I hit the female knights around me, but my surroundings were also having trouble responding for the martial artists. Then, you heard Gracia, and Airhardt looks up.

"You there, do I look envious? Hey, you see it!

When I saw the crying airhardt, the Gracias shook their heads beside each other. Then, says Airhardt.

"I shouldn't be lyel's bastard about this either. He pushed a lot on me... damn it. That bastard should be forgiven for hitting him a few times."

Gracia's escorts set a sharp gaze on Airhardt. When Gracia controls it with her hands, she takes her hands off the pattern of the sword held by the escort.

"Do you know Lord Alliance? I don't think you should say that much.

And you thought airhardt was bad, too?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I've known him since he was an adventurer."

"Adventurers."

Gracia called out to Airhardt to find out about Lyell.

"Hmm, I'd like to hear a lot about it. Why don't you talk to me in a little bit? Right, the reward is... I'll take about the meal bill."

Then Airhardt's companions, who were nearby, looked back at Gracia in unison. Gracia is surprised by the number of people slightly over ten.

But Airhardt...

"I'm sorry. It's been a long holiday. I've been so busy lately, I can't get a non virgin."

Easily refused, Airhardt rising from the bench.

"Right. Sorry about that."

"Nothing. Besides, it's not even funny. When I was an adventurer, I was involved in payback. It's just a matter of talking a little bit from there."

Airhardts taking their people and heading somewhere. Looking at those airhardts, Gracia was thinking a little.

"... I wonder why. That tank top guy's back looks like coal."

It was Gracia tilting her neck...

- As key members gather in South Baim.

Shannon was shopping with Aria and the Valkyries who were following me as escorts.

Precisely the way I looked at shopping.

This is how they're out to find a skilled intruder - a kind of spy - that Lyell can't discover alone.

Shannon was looking at the man sitting around, looking at the product he had in store. He's like a floater who came to a vibrant South Bame to see where it came from.

Shannon looks at the man.

"... Aria, that's him"

Then Aria, who was beside Shannon as an escort, looked at the man sideways. It just looks like a sitting beggar, but if Shannon says so, I guess he's got something on him.

There seems to be some indication that she is using her skills, and Aria tells Valkyries about it. When the information was passed on to the other Valkyries, someone else was supposed to deal with it.

Aria takes her gaze off the begging man.

"You're a beggar man. That said, there's been an increase recently."

Since Beim was ravaged by Bansaim, these floaters were continuously pouring into South Baim.

Some are looking for manpower to develop new villages. But I couldn't save them all.

Then, while Shannon looked at the man.

"Oh, I stole it"

When Aria also turned her gaze to the man, there was money in it like a little box she had in front of her. The man was nibbling at retrieving it.

When I get nostalgic, I just leave the empty box again and sit there.

"I was sleazy with my skills. Well, I'm glad I'm not a spy, I guess. With all that strength, a more legitimate job too...... is that it?

Aria was trying to remember someone as she looked at the man.

Then Shannon did.

"With that said, you had a man with the same skills before. They attack me with invisible hands...... oh, I was a Walt family knight"

It's Alfred Baden, who hits Lyell's brother. Hearing that, Aria remembered.

"When I met Ceres in Central? Could it be someone involved?

"Come on?"

When Aria was having trouble judging, the man stood up and headed somewhere...

- Back alley in South Baim.

South Bame lined up with new buildings, but some of them were really hard to reach.

Gathering at such places are people who have lost their way or former men named soldiers. An escaped Baym soldier. Villagers. Soldiers driven out of Bansaim and flown in.

It was the Baden family man who put those men together.

Put today's earnings on the crate.

It wasn't just copper coins, it was even there in silver coins to gold.

"Brother Boulder!

"Now you'll be fine for a while"

Then the man yells.

"You idiot! You buy weapons with this money. Look, if this many people put together armed and move, a lot of people get weak hips. Then we'll go gambling and bullshit Southbaim from behind."

The men say that to the Baden man.

"So, but does it work? A soldier said gambling was off limits for a while..."

"You just have to buy it for money. Besides, my parents' house is a Walt jury. Use your name, and after a while, you will serve at the Alliance Lord's. That'll make it easier to move."

Once, there was a house where the second generation let the gambling relationship divide. That's the Baden family. The third generation was disputed by the sarcasm of his death in the war, and he had power in the back society in the form of a parasitic to the Walt family since collecting the documents he had handed over at that time.

A man who knows how to do those things at his parents' house has now moved out in South Bame.

"You know the bastard of the Alliance Lord!

To his men's words, the head says.

"I've never even met him. I was your brother's spare. But he's no different than the son of a bonkers Walt family. Exquisite, I'll suck up all the sweet juice. If that bastard wins, there's a chance he can bull the society behind the continent."

That's it, my men's necks flew.

When his head is surprised, he looks up at the man who stands on the crate at some point.

A man with blue hair, looking down with blue eyes - it was Lyell.

"You're from the Baden family. Talk perplexing all the time."

"No way... in Master Lyell? No, this is the..."

To the man trying to make an excuse, Lyell waved down Katana. When the man's neck flew, he ran out of the alley so that the remaining men could escape. But.

"Yes, you can't."

There was a woman's voice. Sounds fun, and the guys tangled in yarn against the kind voice get caught.

Miranda stopped by Lyell's side to confirm that she had captured everyone who survived.

"Was it good?

Miranda looked down at the man in the Baden family and said yes to Lyell. Lyell walks out when he wipes the blood off the blade and returns it to his sheath.

"Sorry, but no mercy. I've been struggling with this for years."

Miranda is frightened.

"You say it in a way that makes you struggle. Your ancestors, right?

Lyell walks.

"Damn, it adds more work when you're busy"

Miranda walks next to Lyell.

Thanks to you, I haven't even met Nowem.

When I told him to joke with Couscous, Lyell shut up. Representatives from all over the country are gathering, and we have problems. That's why Lyell himself moved.

However, it was clear that there was a personal reason there.

"I wish you would have left it to me. I handled it well."

It is mainly Miranda who is responsible for these kinds of processing. However, Miranda also knew that Lyell didn't think about it very well.

Lyell himself wanted to free Miranda from her current job. But there's no substitute. And Miranda also used those Lyell feelings.

"... I didn't want to leave much to it. It's my problem, too. I guess I'll just have to leave it to someone else. We also need people to do these dark things behind us."

Miranda watches Lyell say that.

"I like Lyell, who also has a bad part of that. Something more trustworthy than a good man."

Then Lyell looks back at Miranda with a complicated look.

"... this has happened to me a lot. He was an innocent boy before. If you're aware, you're the same big villain as Ceres."

"Ahahahahaha, that's good. Besides, if you win, you're a big hero. It's like that in the world."

Miranda laughed, and walked behind Lyell -.