"Ugh, I'm having a headache."

'Apparently, you got hungover from the booze you drank at yesterday's wedding. The new liquor didn't seem to be of very good quality yet.' Cause there were other people who said there was still alcohol and my head ached. '

'... Ugh, it's a pain in the ass. He's already dead. "

'I'm not going to die for that, Lord Banerji. Hold on tight.'

Kyle's wedding ended and it was the next day.

The previous day's ceremony ended without any particular problems, and Kyle and the others became husband and wife.

Now I am greeting you again, mainly those who were in attendance.

Some drop off Charlotte, who was a princess, while others appear to be showing their faces to merchants involved in dealings with Fontana.

I didn't even have to be there, so I was meeting with Banerjee, a Gran's hometown guy I met on the way to the ceremony.

Banerjee still seemed to want to talk about Gran, so this is how I took the time out of my way, but now she looks like she's in the middle of a hangover.

He is constantly holding his head down and making his face look bad, giving him an atmosphere where he is likely to throw up even now.

I felt like this was not going to be a bit of a discussion.

'Should I treat you if you like, Lord Banerji?

Is it a cure? I would do anything to give you this headache. I'd love to. '

"Uh, really? You said you'd do anything now, didn't you? You're not lying, are you?

"Please hurry, Lord Ars."

'Recovery. Yes, it's over. Are you all right, sir?

'... eh. That, what the hell is wrong with this? Until just now the malaise has disappeared like a lie. What have you done now?

"I just treated you with restorative magic, Lord Banerjee."

'... recovery, magic? Uh, uh, I'm confused about my awkwardness, and I'm not sure what I said, but didn't I say anything weird?

"He said he'd do anything, Lord Banerjee."

'Yes, no, it's... it's difficult to do anything, but I want to thank you as much as I can. Please forgive me, Lord Ars. "

'I appreciate that. But let me ask you something first. Even after Lord Banerji went out of his way to attend this wedding, there must be quite a reason why he came to see us, isn't there?

'That's just great. Is that a prospect? Exactly. Actually, I just need to talk to you here, if you don't mind listening?

I don't know how many banerjees are, but I'll sell you a favor for now.

[Recovery] I tried to cure the hangover.

They're going to tell you not to use magic that would otherwise be so easy for only a limited number of people to [recover], but it would be nice if you could make a loan to a banerjee who would be in a diplomat position.

No way, you didn't think you'd be treated with magic.

Banerjee, with no more hangovers at all, was panicking in a different way, doing his hand to his head.

Talk to that banerge.

What I said when I met him face to face during the wedding was that I grabbed Gran's information and came to this place.

If that's all, I'm done talking about Gran, but it doesn't seem like it.

I'm going to ask what Banerjee's intent was to show up before me.

"Our country is currently in a difficult situation."

'Is this a tough situation? However, the small group of nations should have been the kind of land where several countries would have gotten into it. In doing so, you said that the Orient countries were making things that no other country could make, and that they were maintaining their power while diplomacy.'

"You're right. But these days, it's getting tougher and tougher. The reason is that at some point there are no more skilled builders on the border at once."

"Are there tons of craftsmen at once? Could it have been some epidemic disease?

"It is not. The cause lies with Lord Grant."

"Gran's? Oh, well. Could it have something to do with Gran's attempts to cross the spiritual peak more than a decade ago?

"You're right. Once a famous master Gran who traveled and made a name for himself in every country. He set up a plan to cross the spiritual peak with a view to creating something new. This was obviously impossible. That great mountain of God cannot be crossed by humans."

'But Gran did it. With that said, Gran used to say. He said he wasn't alone when he came west over those mountains. I think a lot of my friends said it was halfway down the road.'

"You're right. If we could talk about crossing the spiritual peak normally, that would obviously just end up being smiled at as a crazy plan. But Lord Gran was different. There were many who admired the famous master."

"You think that was the craftsmen of the Orient Nation?

"Run Ri. It was also the talented craftsmen who followed Lord Gran in particular. Too many talents were scattered over the spiritual peaks."

'Hmm. So, you mean the number of craftsmen has decreased in the key countries and has become an obstacle to diplomacy'

"Exactly."

'So? That would have been more than a decade ago, if that had been the case. What are you going to tell Gran?

'I want you to take responsibility. Seeing Lord Gran's new work, his arms weren't even weakened at the time. Instead, it would have seemed to be further up than it was then. Therefore, I ask you to return home and take responsibility for our country. "

"I see. I understand what Lord Banerji is trying to say."

Banerjee talks to me as I squeeze the hand I put on my desk.

When I met him yesterday, I just thought he was a young man admiring Gran.

But apparently it was a little different.

Charles, Banerji should have been one of those people who raised his hand at the time wanting to follow Gran's spiritual peak.

He also said he admired Gran enough to raise his hand the first time.

But at the time, he was still not allowed to accompany him at a young age.

And after what's left, maybe it means winter's time has come.

I guess I have something to think about Gran.

I have been left by people who admired me, and, moreover, I have to say that the current situation is harsh on humans from other countries whom I have just met.

Under a banerge with such complex feelings, we received information that appeared to be a new piece of Gran.

And you must have seen that and been convinced.

Gran is alive, he said.

Maybe this is how I've bothered to push it when I know I'm still making things the same way I used to.

I was thinking about what I should do as I watched the banerjee continue to tell Gran how he was responsible for working for the country afterwards.

It's not like I found out how hard other countries are if I blabbed it.

but Gran took care of me, too.

So shall I help you as much as I can?

So I came to the conclusion that I had decided to reach out to a banerge in such a state that I was looking for a saving hand.