Dear, I care. Marco, I'll talk to Alice. Look at this one. The upset of the nobles has grown, in fact, they knew each other? and speculation is flying across the conference room.

"Duh, what do you mean?

"No way, take me into your son to be a nobleman."

"Nasty, it's a palliative hand for the countrymen to think about."

After a while an elderly man in menswear with a splendid white beard came to the conference room accompanied by a maid.

The man has an all-back hair with pinned spine, no tall and weak atmosphere at all, and sharp eyes like military personnel.

Then all the aristocrats who were seated stand up and thank the man.

The atmosphere alone shows that this person is the Marquis of Romero, a heavy town in the aristocratic world.

When Romero sits in the back seat without thanking him, everyone sits late.

"It's late but I'll start. Dorothea and the Red Moon, has the Holy Cross stopped even sending messengers"

Romero looks at the empty seats and proceeds with the conversation just saying that they are as expected.

"Before we get started, I'm sure we've all noticed that King Kaji is back from his injuries."

Because I was supposed to be injured for a long time while I was gone, it seems to the public that Narcissus Chariot and his back legs of the war were broken off and his diabetes mellitus worsened.

Haven't you thought of a better medical name? I think it would rather just be a fracture.

"King Kaji's activity was remarkable and he was originally scheduled to be discussed in the House of Lords (Noble Conference), but I decided that it would not be necessary and decided to give him the noble name"

"Oh my..."

"Country monkeys."

Every nobleman seemed dissatisfied, but could not seem to defy what the organizers had said.

In an atmosphere where no one can argue, one young nobleman raises his hand.

"Marquis Romero, may I?

"What is it, Lord Altair?"

The young nobleman who raised his hand said he was in the room, but he left his hat on, but there's no way someone could blame him for that.

Though the hat is concerned, the face itself has blonde hair peeking with a deep, digging look in the cut length eyes. The word eyebrow excellence is fitting in its aesthetic form as if it were a film actor, and I find it muscular under my clothes just at first sight to see if my body is also working out, and I get a powerful impression a little different from other nobles.

"I don't want to tell you, just a little bit -"

"Now shut up"

…………

"Then we'll go on."

…………

What, you keep going!? That good-looking guy said something. He said so. Don't give in to pressure, either!

"Marquis Romero"

"What is it, Lord Altair?"

"Young man, I can't stand to pinch my mouth."

"Now shut up"

…………

"Then we'll go on."

"No, that's enough! Let me tell you something because I won't move on!!

I screamed.

"What?"

"Yes, I suppose those on this occasion are also questioned, but isn't it a little early to promote Kaji King to nobility? We do not know his power, and inherently noble promotion is only recognised when we have obtained more than a majority in favour in the House of Lords. I don't doubt the judgment of the Marquis Romero, but many of you will still not be convinced unless you show some power"

When I say that, the other nobles nod loudly.

Romero then joins his hands and points his sharp gaze at Altair.

"Well... do you doubt my judgment"

Is this grandfather in trouble? Or am I not listening to people at all?

"Yes, no, it's not. I don't doubt my judgment."

"Then I shall show you the power of the Kaji King."

When Romero says so blocking Altair's words, the maid sets a transparent crystal on the round table.

Video emerges from the crystal and shows us chariots as we were attacking Narcisse Castle.

"The war between kings is barbaric."

"I think we just have to solve everything by force. Scary, scary."

"I hear you, Sir Rodriguez."

"That's okay, 'cause I'm letting that busike hear it."

I totally remember your face, Rodriguez the eagle nose there.

As the footage cuts, the aristocracy slowly becomes smaller.

And the extreme is the massive Holstaurus input and the destruction and crushing scene of the Ondine fleet caused by Kraken's simultaneous hydrocannon shooting.

Everyone lost their words and silenced the sight as if a flashy explosion scene stared at a movie for sale.

And Orion's broken sword shines and the battle settles.

……………

"Thus the Kaji chariot, no, now it was named Trident. For their lower class kings, they boast broken force, are underway and growing. That is why I made an arbitrary decision. What's the objection?

…………

…………

Romero sees the nobles completely silenced and proceeds to the conversation.

Then I was promoted to nobility by abbreviation and received a gold collar from the Marquis Romero. Apparently this is proof of nobility.

It is very important, because it cannot be reissued, I am pressed not to lose it.

The original meeting then begins, with stories that don't really matter to me about the movement and famine in the eastern countries, the deterioration of security and the tariffs on trade goods.

I finished talking for an hour or so, and I thought this was the end of it, but once I took a break it seemed to still go on.

When Romero leaves the room, everyone breathes softly.

"That old man is so intimidating..."

Leaking that out, you were patient during the meeting. Manmarco brightens his eyes and talks as he eats shapes and sweets.

"It's amazing! I started fighting like that and I saw it! I want to be like that squid, too!

"As it is, well, if you go to Rhinos, you'll still be there"

"Um, but he seemed so strong on his own."

"That's what Kraken's toddler got bigger, so if you're afraid of adults, you can grow them out of toddlers"

"I see. Then I should just give him a lot of sweets and grow them."

I see a fat Elizabeth on Bukubuku in my head.

"As it were, well, more so."

Talking to Marco, the nobles who said scattered things to me earlier approach me.

"No, no, no, no, no. That's not the Kaji King."

"Ho ho ho ho, I thought King Kaji was bound to come up there."

"I'm Kevin, I'm close to your territory. Well, let's make friends, all of us."

Oh, oh... what a palm return.

"By the way, for your information, do EX-Rare officers have it as a force of war?

"That woman with the giant glowing sword looked like an EX."

You did say that because Dee would find out how many EX's there would be...

"Yeah, I currently have multiple EX class buddies"

"Multiple..."

The nobles swallow gokuli and saliva.

"Is there more than one of us?

"Sorry, I can't say any more"

"Right. It'll be a military secret."

The nobles are sweating harder and harder. It's a little funny to watch.

"I didn't hear you had more than one EX."

"I can follow so many monsters, I can't hold an EX or anything"

"If you piss me off, they'll turn me off in an instant..."

The nobles are talking to each other about something in the basket.

"Ho ho ho ho, ma'am, I'll be heading back to the castle to say hello later."

"I guess I'll do the same."

"And, by the way, Kaji, do you have any imports you want? We can get good grapes, so it's great for wine."

"More than wine, we have delicious pigs. How about I export it to you for a cheap price?

"If you were a chariot stronger than a pig, you'd need ore, right? You can give me the right to mine some of our mines."

What is this, the nobleman will do this next, when he does that, he will try to give me the goods.

Marco whispers intent from next door that I'm in trouble.

"I'm afraid that everyone will be attacked by Sasaki-san's chariot, so I want to sell you a favor and make a pipe."

"But they know what we can give back."

"Sasaki doesn't have to return anything. A strong chariot is a caution stick. The greater the strength of Sasaki, the greater the effect, and the nobles use Sasaki's name to do business."

"What do you mean?

"We have a connection to the Trident under the sky. Trident wouldn't shut up if he attacked us."

"Yakuza..."

Then you can't take things cheaply.

"And I'll consider it with our minister for now, if you get something like a business card"

Saying so, the nobles hand in their cards as stylish as cards, filling in their own names and addresses in turn.

"Well, thank you very much."

Everyone handed Nico the card instead.

I had trouble with some of them handing over gold coins together.

"All of a sudden, it's Wylo."

"It's a routine tea meal, so it's rude to give it back."

"Gold coins are like sweets from nobles... it's silly to ask for them in guilds"

Then Rodriguez, who cursed me as a scattered busike, stands forward.

What, I find myself in a high-pressure atmosphere that I don't think you're going to be declaring war or anything here.

"Kaji, that's right. A powerful king like you has a different face. Modestly, she looks beautiful."

Shall I knock you down, you bastard?

"That's the younger generation you're going to be responsible for. I don't feel the same air as us."

…………

Rodriguez waves when he takes my hand and shakes it.

Is there no such thing as pride?

Receiving business cards from almost everyone in the aristocracy and checking the cards, I realize that I have been given a few gold cards in addition to the gold coins.

"This is it?

"That's a slave voucher. There's a place near here famous for the slave trade called Black Earth Street, where you can redeem your favorite slaves."

"Ha... slave hey"

"It means you do whatever woman you want instead of the money."

"Oh, you know..."

When I was checking the back of the card, I wore round glasses, and a nice old man with a bald head approached me.

Is this guy going to give me his business card, too? I thought so, but apparently not.

"No, Kaji, that was very powerful. I'm impressed."

"Dr. Portoff!

"Hey Marco... and Alice. How have you been?

"Yes, sir."

Who am I looking at? Ask.

"Sakusan, this is Dr. Portoff Barbatos, the principal of the Adventurer Training School (Gardia Academy) we attended."

"Ah......"

"No, I'm glad to see a strong king like you promoted to nobility."

Portov hugs me with a big laugh. So he looks like a bear and is surprisingly disappointed.

"Marco and... Alice are both students who graduated with excellent grades. I wanted to see what happened."

"My first request was scattered, but Sasaki helped me"

"Well, let's thank you over and over."

Portov bows his head to me as old as his son.

"No, it was a request from the Alliance."

"Still, it's true that you saved my life. Yes, Kaji, could you give me a class next time?

"Class?"

"Oh, there's an Adventurer Training School where I'm the principal, and I want you to do classes there. Reward, of course. In fact, I think it would be a very good experience for students to take classes from people who are active as kings."

"Ha... but we've just been desperate to live the day, so there's nothing I can teach you."

"That's fine. Most of my students are nobles dreaming of adventurers, and I've never lived that day, and I grew up as a greenhouse living in a privileged environment."

"As far as I'm concerned, I think I should stay in the greenhouse all the time if I can stay in the greenhouse. You don't have to be some kind of adventurer who's at risk of dying for nothing."

"Kaji, do you know who you call a hero? Cecil Audein, Abel Julionil, Jeanne Alstromeria, they're famous around here."

"Well, I belong to the guild, so I only know the name, but I'm talking about not coming out of that neighborhood unless I'm already serving in some country and asking for a national disaster class"

According to one theory, I heard these people come out of the chatter or something, but the authenticity is unknown.

"But you've heard of their martial arts tradition, haven't you?

"I defeated the Dragon King on my own, but I defeated a monster of world collapse like Dormagesta and Exdeus."

"While everyone is young, they admire heroes. Especially those kids who haven't seen a monster like nobility since they were born. Don't you think that would be great if you could tell those kids about the adventurer run and reduce their risk of death a little bit?

"Ha..."

Something's wrong with you.

What I'm trying to say is don't make such a little girl an adventurer in the first place.

Honestly, there are students who lose their lives trying to be adventurers because of that kind of school.

It's a bad way of saying it, but I think it's only a good intent malice. Maybe he thought it was good and built a school, but if that's what's killing more people, it won't be a good thing.

If you don't feel comfortable, Portov will hit you in the ear.

"I would love for King Kaji to have a girls' class. With all the girls your age, the girls will be delighted. I've called an active adventurer before, and the teacher is really hot."

"Let's do it. I can't overlook students in need, either."

I instantly responded by turning my face into the second face of a heroic tradition at the end of the century.

"Really? Thank you."

Portov already seems to understand who he is, and I fell off lightly.

"Oh, that Dr. Portoff, I'd like to take Saki's class myself"

"Me and me!

"I don't mind. You should come as a graduate."

"Yay!

Alice and Marco were happy to hit their hands, but no, there's nothing I can teach you.

"I'd like you to give a lecture over the course of a few days, can I have some time to put it together?

"Maybe it's okay. It doesn't matter if I'm here or not."

"That's good, I'll let you know later."

Portov laughed and slapped me on the back and nodded contentedly, returning to the greetings of the other nobles.

"Hey Manmarco, weren't you blind to see that principal Alice? I mean, you're drawing a line, or you're frightened."

"Oh, my sister's a Yankee."

"What!? What? It scares me."

I was surprised to find the word Yankee in the world of Kako.

If I say any more, my life is in danger.

It blew everything up about nobility and lectures.

Turning her gaze to Alice, she grinned back here shyly.

"You're lying... even though you look like a totally deep window lady"

"Sakusan, didn't you see it when you went to the hall? Because your sister's weapon was nailed to a stick in a tree."

"That's nailback..."

At this time, when I was about to join a shitty fellow Alice, I heard an alert on the weird guy calling sensor.