Sevens

We were told we were going to have a meeting, and it was the dining room that gathered.

It smelled good from the kitchen and as soon as Mr. Adele returned to Rufence Royal Castle with confidence, preparations were under way.

General Blower, gathered, with a frightened face.

"If a sudden call is said to be about food, it certainly can't be unanswered. But it's a little more convenient."

The reason I'm spilling my stupidity is because it was just before I went out in training. Suddenly, he pushed his men - I'll take care of it, they're here.

Baldoor smiles at General Blower like that.

"But if you can solve the food problem, because that's all it's worth. But what ingredients have you been looking for?

I was worried about Sole, too. Liane seems a little relieved to see the confident Adele.

"You've found a solution."

Then Mr. Adele nods.

"Yeah, I have some problems, but I've also been thinking about solutions around there. Regardless of the flavour, it has been found to be rich in nutrition. By the way, it's potatoes, so you don't have to worry about poison as long as you treat the sprouts"

Monica seems to have determined whether it is poisonous or not, and it is definitely an ingredient. Baldoor nods as he puts his hand on his chin. Looks happy.

"Keep your eyes peeled for some flavor issues. It's nice to be nutritious."

Then the knight who was beside the baldoor - no, Mr. Alette, his daughter-in-law, was smiling and nodding. I can see the joy and anxiety of this guy as he gives me a little face for a reason up to Rufence.

I'm wondering if some weird bugs are coming to Baldoor. Honestly, Baldoor stands on his face and his arms on top of good. I guess I'm extra anxious because even women and other people stop by in silence.

"When you're a knight, they tell you to find something to eat in the mountains. Not only if there's plenty of food. I'm relieved to just say I have food ready"

Liane looks at Mr. Allette.

"You're the deputy commander of Rolphis, aren't you? You got a problem with food, too?

Mr. Alette, with a slightly troubled face.

"The same goes for expeditions, but quite a few things at a distance. This one has always been dominated by wars in the neighborhood, so there was also a lack of know-how around it. Well, we have a decision to make on whether that's enough food... this time, oh, to get my husband's opinion"

Mr. Alette looking at the flickering and baldoor. Then Baldoor smiled.

"Then we'll talk about that area later in my room. I got a good cup of tea, so it was just fine."

From within the treasure ball, the third generation sees Baldoor's response.

'If Lyell could do this much too... no, don't rain blood'

After all, he enjoys my training ground. That's when I had an apron out of the kitchen - an aunt style Valkyrie from the dining room came out. Looks like Valkyrie did the cooking. Well, Valkyrie's a good cook. I'll give it a little hope.

And I'm bringing a pan and a plate to split...

"You're ready. Come on, eat."

Confident Mr. Adele, but looking in the pot, I thought.

"Is that potato? It doesn't look bad either. But is the potato like it was in the plan?

When I received the plate and stabbed the fork into the potato, Baldoor, who was smiling until earlier, and Mr. Alette's face turned blue to see. As for Liane.

"Right. Different kinds, perhaps? That's going to improve the food situation somewhat. That smells good...... OFF!!"

Liane, with the potato in her mouth, made a voice that the princess should not speak out. And from within the treasure ball, the third generation panicked.

"Of, it's wild potatoes! How could you do something like this!! '

Wild potatoes? When I lean my neck and try to eat, Baldore tells Mr. Adele.

"Duh, what are you going to do! Give me something like this! Oh, please don't eat Master Lyell. You can't do this. It's not people's food!

With an impatient look, Baldoor, who took the plate from me, stuffs it straight up to Mr. Adele. Mr. Adele also has a serious look.

"If you eat it, you'll see! Because it's usually unsavory!

"Did you confidently put out the unsavory!

When the atmosphere was different from the usual baldoor, Mr. Alette shook his neck to the side to indicate a rejection by hand.

"I can't. I can't do this. Even if I'm too hungry to eat bugs, I definitely don't like this wild potato alone. I was fed by a senior joke... but I beat up a senior knight."

Mr. Alette making a rejection with a blue face. Just General Blower eating potatoes.

"Mmm! It's amazing, you wild potato! Normally tasteless!

I was stunned. I was curious too and when I received the potato from Valkyrie, I tried it. Liane hid her mouth with a handkerchief and had tears. It must be my fault that you seem to be staring at Mr. Adele.

When I put it in my mouth, my body suddenly indicated a rejection. Besides, bitterness or stickiness when you bite, it's already terrible. Does it feel like you're eating dirt? My body doesn't recognize this as food. When I managed, I didn't feel like eating the next one.

"Isn't this too harsh?

Then Mr. Adele feels beautiful.

"Still nutritious! Even now, the lower processing is tight and better!

Baldoor yells. I've never seen a baldoor like this before.

"Don't be ridiculous! Absolutely not. Wow, I'm never gonna eat this again! Absolutely!

This was the first time my body had eaten food that showed rejection. Liane speaks with tears in her eyes.

"... leave aside about nutrition and flavor. Because for people who are on the verge of starving to death, it must be better if they can just eat it. So, I guess we can get a number of these, huh?

My eyes on Mr. Adele were very harsh. Then General Blower smiled, not Mr. Adele.

"You can secure a large number of them. As soon as you plant it in the field, it sprouts, and depending on the location, you can discover it in large quantities in the mountains. If this is tasty, the food situation will be resolved soon."

I was watching General Blower. It seems strange that it bites normally, and only puts it in.

"The general seems fine."

With General Blower laughing.

"Ahahahahaha...... I used to be wrecked in the mountains with my boss's mistake. This is the only food I had. I can't live without eating anymore, but I don't want to... it sucked. If you think about it, it's as good as you can still eat."

However, does Baldoor and Mr. Alette still not like it?

"Still, I absolutely don't like it"

"Neither can I. Absolutely not!

However, Liane doesn't seem to judge by the taste alone in a position.

"... if you can get a ton of it, there is. Well, if you can't settle in three months, are you forcing this wild potato? Think of this as a meal."

The two looked pale.

The third generation, with admiration.

"Did you make a very unsavory potato into a normal unsavory potato? Isn't this a revolution?

I don't like such a revolution. Then, through the gap in the dining room door, Nowem was peering inside. And for some reason, he looks sad and leaves the room depressed. I was concerned that he looked sorry for me somewhere.

When the food problem was somewhat solved.

I was on business and visiting Southbame. There is also a relationship between the weaponry, but to see if there is enough of what is needed.

The South Baym craftsmen worked almost as busy as they did day after day. Thanks to this, we are likely to be able to secure the number of goals in terms of weapons.

With Monica, I run into Vera as she walks through the city of South Bame.

"Oh, was it this way today?

When Vera said so, a large quantity of luggage had arrived in front of the Chamber of Commerce of Trace in South Baim. The barrels were piled up and were being carried in one after the other using a carriage.

"Did you even buy booze?

With that said, Vera laughed a little and shook her head to the side. When the black twin tail wobbled, Monica had a muddled look on her face and was blatantly rocking the twin tail herself too. Leaving me alone because I don't care, Vera explained to me.

"I was a little far out. Want to see it?

That said, the barrel lid was opened. There was wheat in there.

"This is"

Vera shrugged her shoulders.

"We have land that has a different climate when we stretch our legs a little bit. The taste and texture are also different. Seems a little different. But I bought it because I think I can eat enough. You'll need it."

I saw Vera's face.

"... Huh! You're gonna do it!

Vera nods in arms.

"Naturally. I'll think of it as an investment. Because I'm an important customer, I definitely need you to win. That's all I can do, but come back safely."

I was so dazzled by Vera's smile. To solve the problem, Mr. Adele, who brought unsavory potatoes, is not bad either. But I'm no match for Vera, who brings me decent food.

I hold Vera's hand.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much."

When I wept, Vera was confused the other way around.

"Huh? Um... Huh? It's not a big number. As a whole, it's only a little bit. You don't have to cry that much."

I shook my head to the side and held Vera as I did.

"That's not true! Vera is the best!

Now you don't have to eat unsavory potatoes, for God's sake. But Vera's kindness smudged my heart.

"Here, here! Because we're all watching!

Vera rampaging in her arms - and from the window of the mansion, Mr. Fidel, who rode himself out, looked at this one with a bright red face. It's a ghost shape.

You saw that, the third generation laughs. It's just a little different than usual.

'Yeah, Lyell is loved. I'm fine with this. It's okay now.'

That night.

It's been a long time since I've had a face in the treasure ball, and I was curious about the third generation of words.

In front of the round table, as usual, a nicked third generation sat in a chair.

"What's wrong?"

"No, the... third generation, the"

Looking at my panic, the third generation kept smiling at me for realizing what I was trying to say.

"Oh, you cared about noon? You've grown a lot. I didn't seem interested in talking to people before. '

Apply hair like trouble. Sure, it was terrible in the beginning. I don't understand how people feel, and I've hurt people before.

"What did you say before"

"But you realized how I felt, didn't you? Then you've grown, that's fine. Lyle seems to be okay without me."

"I have support around me. But you still want the third generation to support you."

The third generation is keeping his back behind the chair.

"Don't you want my skills?

If you ask me if I want it, I would be more grateful for third-generation advice because honestly, it's difficult to handle.

"It's true that third generation advice would be more appreciated."

'I'm glad to hear it. But you can't.'

The third generation, when he rises from his chair, walks to his memory room. Looking back at this one, I've been smiling, so I'm headed to the third generation memory room, too.

Entering the third-generation memory room, there was a sight of the mansion that the third generation had spent since the first generation.

'If there seems to be an aid forever, it's the same as relying on it all. It's time to be alone, Lyell.'

The sight seen from the mansion was truly idyllic. It was in the harsh times of the third generation, and it looked like a different world.

The time of the House of Walt's Associate Baron. Possessing multiple villages, the third generation waves its arms as the dominant - and a period of long battles.

The third generation, too, had lost their lives in the war. He was called righteous general because of his work, and made his name in the history of Bansaim, but he did not want such a thing.

Maybe the third generation wanted to live more mediocre to see the idyllic scenery. I just couldn't do it. Unlike me, I guess I couldn't do anything sweet.

"Is the sweet time over,"

'Right. From what I can tell, it doesn't look like you need any help. Lyell has grown quite a bit in the last two years. "

"... compared to the historical contemporaries, it's embarrassing though"

'Really? I think Lyell's had a hard time in his history. I worked so hard to get here, don't be more confident.'

I felt so lonely in the light.

I thought the time for goodbye would come one day, but when it came to it, I hesitated. I just understand that you can't miss the timing. I learned it in the second and fifth generations.

"You're really going to be alone with this"

"Alone? No, Lyell has a lot of daughters-in-law and people around him. There is no such thing as purely one person in the world. Is it about the time you die?

A third generation who has re-described her lover as many daughters-in-law. It's not good quality because I know what I'm talking about.

"I think I've been pushed into a lot of trouble."

'Lyell is the one who chose it, though. Well, I had fun. I could see the future. "

The third generation talks about meeting me.

"Are you okay with such a nasty kid at first? I thought so. '

"... you say it clarity"

'Yeah. Because I can't help spitting lies at times like this. I just think now... I'm glad we met Lyle.'