"What? What now?
"Don't make me say it again and again. From this point on, the land shall be under the direct jurisdiction of the Fontana family"
Some time after I heard the story the pedestrian old man was advising me.
Tax recipients came to the village from the aristocracy.
It's called a tax collector.
Essentially, in the village, taxes will be collected as wheat according to the head tax and the size of the land.
But I don't seem to do the fine calculations of each person, as I did in my previous life.
The mayor will collect the wheat that will be taxed on his behalf from the villagers and will come to collect it in the warehouse where he paid it.
But I'm paying in the amount, not the wheat.
That's why I was supposed to come to my house specially to collect taxes after I went to the village chief.
It was the same this time.
I have to keep a good amount of money on my own because taxes are collected once a year.
Plus, I had to offer minimal hospitality for what came from nobility, so I cleaned the house thoroughly, prepared food and booze, and waited.
Until now, I will drink and drink appropriately before receiving my taxes and returning.
That was just supposed to be it.
But the tax collector who came didn't drink, and he gave me a circular while trying to stick out the parchment.
All of a sudden I was told I had to shut down the thought circuit for a moment, but I immediately reboot to read the text written on that parchment.
There was undoubtedly the following circular written:
That the Fontana family will take over my land.
That all things and men in the land shall also belong to the Fontana family.
It was more about protecting my personality.
The parchment is engraved with the same crest as the permit previously obtained.
I guess that doesn't mean fake circulars.
"Wait a minute. What does this mean? All of a sudden, I can't accept anything like this."
"Shut up. This is a matter of decision. If you turn your back, you can force it."
"Oh no..."
"And this decision is for you. There is also the possibility of disturbing people entering the land. It is also a necessary measure to protect you from the creation of precious servant beasts."
I wonder if you are saying that a human being from an approximate land like Gran has lived here.
No, not necessarily.
The pedestrian said he heard unpleasant rumors.
Regardless of the aristocracy, that might have been the kind of atmosphere that had spread in the eyes of ordinary people.
Or would it have simply anticipated the time to make any claims?
One thought after another comes to mind.
What does it mean to protect me?
Sure, the point is, I guess the muscles are through.
The story was that a serviceman who could ride would be a substitute for the level of strategic supplies.
Even if it were otherwise taken, it would be painful as a nobleman to rule the land.
To that end, protecting its servant beast producers beforehand may be other examples.
But that's hard for me to accept.
What would happen if they were "protected" in that way?
Maybe we can make quite a living.
But will it be a life where not a single step out of a protected place is allowed?
If I were really just a remote village resident and a child who knew nothing, I might still not have been dissatisfied.
But I'm not.
For whatever reason, I have other memories than life in the village.
Memories of a previous life.
I want something better or I want to be free to look around.
I don't want to live in the same way as livestock that just lays eggs with the word protection.
Gatan, Don, Dogashan.
It was when I was staring at parchment and drowning in the sea of thought.
I could hear a loud noise forcing consciousness back into reality.
Is this from outside the house?
I heard noises coming from the stables I built next to the house.
I hear something even louder from the stables that shouldn't normally sound that loud.
Shit, what's next?
I hurried to the stables to see what the noise was, even though I was sinister inside.
What is this?
What is the situation?
Coming to the stables, what I saw was a soldier with a bloody sword and my horseman, Valkyrie, bleeding from his head, plus Kyle lying on a bloody floor.
"You, what are you doing! What the fuck did you do to Kyle!!
"What the hell, kid? Do you do my jamas, too? I'm just saying I'm gonna get you that servant beast, and this kid just got in the way."
"Don't be ridiculous. You know what you've done."
"Huh? What are you. You want to see it hurt, too?
Soldier trying to stretch the cuttoe of a bloody sword towards me.
Seeing that look made me look pretty.
Magic I've never used before against people.
[Shotgun] was almost unconsciously pounding at him.