Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

"This way."

On the road being guided by Yamba, they are told that they are the vigilante guarding the city and that Muhan is its leader.

It also spills that a bad merchant like that recently has had more and more cases from tourists and adventurers trying to steal money and is in trouble.

The three of them and one of them were taken by Yamba, and as they left the market and went further back, they saw a huge sandwalled wall.

Apparently that's Muhan's home over there, with incredibly large grounds.

When I creep through the main entrance where the sentry stands, I'm taken aback by the mansion so much that I think it's a palace for a moment.

Sophie notices that the roof of the mansion is in a round domed shape, twisting her neck in too unique a shape.

"What is it, this house, is on the roof with onions, right?

"Funny shape, isn't it? Stack the bricks. They're shaped like that."

"That's amazing. I'd like to try and figure out how many of those bricks I can pull out and see if they collapse."

"Oh, stop that..."

The mansion is as spacious as it looks, lined with golden conditioning that looks expensive with luxurious carpets, and even a small pool can be seen in the courtyard.

Rather than the leader of the vigilante, I can hear a man named Muhan living in luxury, feeling like he said a big rich house that dug into energy resources like burial money and demon ore.

When the three of them and one of them were guided to the guest room, they were served cold, sweet lemonade from Yamba.

Seeing the swinging ice in Karan and the glass, Sophie sips a sip as she mouths her emotions "Whoa, whoa".

"Yummy ~! I knew it would be an exceptional hot place!

Yamba brings a replacement with a grin, as she looks at her daughter.

However, Chloe and the galaxy, guided by the Grand Mansion, are nervous.

"Neither do you."

"Thank you"

"Not only this, but also because we still have ice cream. But let's do that after Master Muhan returns. If he eats it in confidence, he'll piss me off."

Everyone laughs back at Yamba's light jokes.

I can tell you that the unpleasant eyes I had earlier were written off, but Sophie and I are in a good mood when we can still eat something sweet on top of that.

"Speaking of which, how are your people doing?

"It's like purchasing information before a dungeon attack and talking to other adventurers"

"Yes, that's clever. I'm not threatening you, but it seems dangerous in the pyramids, so I hope your people are safe."

Chloe realizes that the snake accessory is brilliant on Yamba's neck, where she places the alternate lemonade.

"Beautiful accessory"

"This? This is the amulet Muhan gave me. There's someone else who's got it, but it's actually made out of gold just for me."

Seeing Yamba rejoicing as if she were a gift from her boyfriend, Chloe and the others were concerned about their relationship with Muhan.

"Is Mr. Yamba Mr. Muhan's wife?

Muhan and Yamba were probably in their mid-forties and seemed to be the same age.

That's why I imagined Sophie wouldn't be surprised by the relationship between the two of us and the amulet.

Yamba then shrugged her shoulders small and shook her head.

"Unfortunately not. I'm well exaggerated when I say his right arm, but you're one of us. Because he has a lot of good women. I'm one of them... I don't know."

"Something's suddenly getting close."

To a story I've heard somewhere, the Sophies and the women at once became intimate.

"Maybe Mr. Yamba likes Mr. Muhan?

"Don't worry about it. I like an aunt like this, I'm embarrassed."

With that said, Chloe took Yamba's hand.

"Isn't it okay to be in love no matter how many years!?

It was Chloe, who theorizes, but Yamba breathes small.

The reason for this is that I saw myself and Chloe in a mirror that was nearby, and I compared them.

The mirror showed a woman of color who was only visible there in her twenties, her brown skin like burnt rather than light black in too much sunlight, and herself with a noticeable dryness and crack, with a smile of giving up on Yamba's face.

"Okay, because I'm not a young, beautiful woman like you"

"This guy has a daughter who looks pretty good this way."

"What!? Really?

"Besides, I have the same guy as my daughter."

"What!? Really?

"Yes, because I'm a half elf"

"You don't deny that you have the same man as my daughter..."

That said, Yamba nods loudly as he was good at it. It is famous that elves live long lives, fixed when they are younger and rarely old.

It is considered a winning race in a way by women.

"I envy you. I could have been more aggressive if I had been an elf, too. Can you just listen to my aunt's embarrassing story?

"I'm not embarrassed at all!

"Yeah, well, how many times do I have to fall in love?"

Colored women. But I can't keep up with that story. Don't even explore the mansion, and when I drink up the lemonade in the glass cleverly, I leave the guest room without anyone noticing.

"Actually, I was saved by him a long time ago. I was a cleric here."

"Ex?

"Yes. This place was famous a long time ago as a place for God to live. As a cleric for generations, my house served Dear Nefer Quran Sunspirit, Pharaoh. Even so, I just prayed to the pyramids."

"Have you quit now?

"There's a lot of fighting around here. It's not just the battle. Droughts, sunshine, tornadoes, demons, and a very harsh land. I prayed to Pharaoh every time something happened. I need you to save this predicament. Naturally, Pharaoh didn't answer anything. But I thought a priest was such a thing. One time, the bandits attacked this city. The city people were detained by bandits and gathered in the square. But still the people believed in Pharaoh and wished for salvation. But almost half of the city's people died when the bandits slashed their heads off."

"... that's awesome"

"Sometimes Muhan stood up to say that the number of people in the city could be greatly reduced and that this city of Manslatalia could vanish. I still remember when he gathered people to speak in the square. Master Muhan said this to us. It is not Pharaoh that we should seek salvation. In faith the heart is saved. But Pharaoh doesn't save people. Said it wasn't Pharaoh who would save the people left in this city of Manslatalia, but this Muhan Daewoot. If it's true, I'd have to be angry with him as a cleric, but at that time, his whole body was paralyzed like a lightning bolt fell on his head, and I agreed with him."

"So..."

…………

Sophie was remembering the first time she was in a king and had a treat of cheese bread when she heard about God not saving people.

"Maybe at that moment I was drawn to Master Muhan's charisma. He's tougher on people, tougher on himself. He's a leader."

"That's the opposite of our king..."

"Because the hall is kind to people and gentler to me but a motto..."

"It's not a person, it's a girl's mistake."

Chloe is convinced when she sees the side Yamba talks about Muhan.

"Did they love you about Mr. Muhan?

That being said, Yamba nodded slightly, "Oh," though he became a vain expression for a moment.

"I had a husband, but the bandits snapped me..."

Yamba takes out a torn and worn cloth cut.

There was a picture of a snake tangled in a creepy skull.

"It belongs to the bandits who used to attack the city. I have the hatred to remember...... I can't believe I was attracted to Master Muhan even though that happened. You think she's a nasty bitch, don't you?

The three shake their heads wide.

"If you've suffered, be honest with yourself."

"I need someone to support me."

"That's right! It's only natural for a woman to pursue happiness!

"Why don't you be thoughtfully confessed?

"... but I have a son and a daughter. They were so proud of their late father."

"You'll understand if you talk. How old is your child?

"My son is probably 18 this year. He's a Santos. My daughter hasn't been found since the bandits kidnapped her."

"Really..."

Listening to Yamba in person, I heard the door of the mansion open.

"Looks like Master Muhan is back."

Not long before that, Donfly, who was out exploring the mansion, was walking with pets down the stairs leading to the basement.

An armed sentry stood in front of the underground staircase, but it seemed to lose interest when Donfly rang "Cocay" and was completely through.

"Hmm, that's a pretty big mansion. One day, I would like to set up a mansion this big and surround myself with women. … but I'm concerned that the wings are too good instead of the harsh land"

Upon entering the cellar, there are bottles and barrels that seem to be very ordinary breweries and wine.

I smell alcohol, so I go technologically wondering if Don Fry is even a broken bottle somewhere.

Then I realize that some of the approached walls are slightly warm.

"Huh?"

If you put your feathers on, the walls are rather warm than hot.

Doubtless Donfly explores the walls and finds an unnaturally distressed bottle in the wine cellar.

If you pull it cleverly with your legs, the wall slides straight to the side and the concealed door opens.

Red light dyes all over the room with the heat at that moment. We saw a red-hot melting furnace, a fire iron kiln, and a giant magic formation in the stash room.

"Mm-hmm? They even built a blacksmith in the basement?

I go inside with petari, but I can't find any tools like gold floors or hammers that stick to the workshop. Instead, they find molten gold or crushed gold powder.

What bothers me most is this disastrous magical formation of signs.

Donfly thinks he will when he gets in, and walks away from the magic formation.

"Is it a place where treasure tools are processed, not a blacksmith workshop? He also gave magic (enchants) from the magic team?

I lifted the bracelet with my leg, which I think I could do, and nodded, hmm.

I whisper that I wouldn't know if the demon in the donfly stole about one, but he returns the bracelet he lifted.

"I haven't fallen far enough to be a thief in my life. But where the hell did you get so much money from..."

When Donfly looked at the wall, he saw the crest of a snake tangled in a creepy skull.

"That's a bad hobby workshop..."