Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

The next morning.

Ichiyana was sitting in a chair in her bedroom dress and had Marie unbandage her head.

He woke me up, and then he wanted me to see how the wound was.

Marie unbandaged the bandage with a polite hand and removed the gauze that was on her.

"What do you say? Won't the wound be pus or something?

"No, it looks like nothing like that in particular"

"Oh well, good. May I have this medicine applied? Feel like you're slipping it into your wound with enough light tape on your fingertips."

"Yes, sir."

Marie received a tube of ointment when she answered pale, giving out a little bright red contents at her fingertips.

Hold your hair down gently and apply gently and carefully to the wound.

"Done"

"Thank you. I'm only going to wrap the bandages around when I go to bed, so can I ask you again at night?

"Yes. So, do you mind if I ask you for a bath?

"Right, so please.... Um, Marie."

"Yes."

Ever since this morning, I can barely feel the emotional ups and downs from Marie.

I didn't even show one of my smiles and obviously things were wrong.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't. Did something happen with Mr. Alond?

"Eh."

Talk gently to Marie, who showed slight upset, trying to reassure her.

"I haven't looked well since yesterday, so I was wondering what happened. I'll talk to you if you like, if you like..."

When Ichiyoshi tried to say that, the door to the room was knocked.

When I replied, the door opened and Havel came in.

Havel smiled softly, as usual, bowing her head deeply.

"Good morning, Master Kazura"

"Good morning. What's the matter, sir? Earlier this morning."

"Yes, I really wanted to share with you the gratitude for the glass cup I received yesterday... Um, what's the suppose cloth with that blood?

Notice the gauze placed on the table and the havel turns a slight gaze.

"Oh, this isn't blood. Colour of the liniment. I hurt my head the other day."

"Are you injured...?

"Yeah, I had a little accident, and I cut it a little then. I was just getting Marie a pill."

……

"What's wrong?

To the silent havel, Ichigo tilts his neck.

When Havel looked at him like he was angry, he set his worried gaze on him.

"No, it's nothing. Is the wound okay?

"It's not a big scratch. So it's okay. Mr. Zirconia sewed it for me, but it looks like I can remove the thread in three days."

"Really... glad it wasn't a major injury"

Havel smiled and thanked him again for his souvenir and left the room.

Ichigo dropped it off and looked back at Marie, who wouldn't make it slight behind her back.

Marie keeps her mouth shut and stares into her best eyes.

The expression was slightly tense and even looked a little frightened.

"As I was saying, I can help as much as I want, so if anything happens, talk to me. I think there are times when you talk to Ayla and other samurai and try to be stupid. Sometimes just talking makes you feel lighter."

"... Yes, thank you"

Marie replied with a small voice and gave a bow of grace, leaving the room immediately.

Staring at the closed door, Ichiyoshi put his head on.

"Hmm, was it a failure to speak from me? We should have left it to Eira and Barletta from the beginning..."

And when I thought about it, I started dressing in the first place.

That evening.

In the carpenter's workshop in the city, there was a figure of Barletta.

In the messy workshop, the drawings spread out on the table are surrounded with the craftsmen, explaining how they work.

The story of Barletta developing and managing machines and tools had been contacted by Narson, but everyone actually looked surprised when Barletta visited the workshop.

I knew a woman was coming from her name, but no one seemed to think she was so young.

"This is a machine called an ore crusher. Protrude the shaft rod extending from the water wheel to cause the hammer installed next to it to lift as the water wheel rotates. When the protrusion comes off, its hammer falls and crushes the ore placed on the lower pedestal."

"Hmm, this guy's a handy tool. Could this have been your daughter's idea?

Barletta nods to the question of an elderly man who is his parent.

"Yes, I've thought about it with reference to lumber mills and forging machines"

When Baretta answered, she leaked "oh" as everyone was uniformly impressed.

"You're young, but you're a big deal... that's where Mr. Narson got his ink. I never thought of a machine that would crush ore efficiently."

"Should I make this in a big hurry?

A magnificent artisan, who was nodding as impressed as he put his arms together, asks Barletta.

"Yes, it would be helpful if you could make it as soon as possible. Because I want to deploy them to mines and workshops everywhere."

"Speaking of which, I've heard a lot about the slight increase in ore loading these days. With this, it would be very helpful. And while I've been hearing rumors that a ton of copper and lead ore will reach the city in the near future, has the lady heard anything?

That's what they said, and Barletta leaned her little neck in a decent way.

"Is it copper and lead? Isn't it iron?

"Iron? What is that?

Now the craftsmen looked strange at the words they could not hear.

"It's a new metal recently discovered, harder, lighter and cheaper than bronze. I'm in a hurry to mine now, and it's supposed to be the ore that gets to the city. I was wondering if the rumors were wrong."

Iron vessels are to be introduced into all industries from the first end as soon as production begins, so it is not meant to keep their existence secret.

Because hiding it and producing it is the only way to deal with Barbell, who already seems to have been in the production of iron for years, does not make it a battle.

Rather, the goal is to make Barbell review his power and postpone the war period by telling him that he is building iron.

The refining and processing methods have already been established, as charcoal blast furnaces will allow us to produce even quantities of iron every day, so the longer the war starts, the more favorable it will be for Arcadia.

It is to benefit all industries with iron weapons and to bottom-up their national power at once.

"Well, did you find something like that? But I did hear about lead and other ore... I wonder if someone told them by mistake. She also said that there was a little bit of silver, but what was it?"

"By the way, lady, how old are you?

A young artisan next door to his parent, leaning on his neck, asked Barletta in such a way as to intrigue him.

"It's been 16 in the meantime"

"Wow, you're young. Ten of mine."

"Maybe you'd be a nobleman?

"No, I'm a civilian like you."

When Barletta answered to another craftsman who had asked, the color of expectations came to everyone's eyes.

"Really? Where are you from?

"To the west of Isteria, it's a small village called the village of Gricea."

"Oh, I know. I know. It's a village with a tradition of Graciol."

"Are you married?

"Huh? I didn't."

"What about your boyfriend?

"What, um..."

"Are you there?

"Yes, I'm not here"

Fool Honestly Barletta replies, a few young craftsmen say, "Oh!" He raised his voice.

Obviously the voice contains the colour of joy.

"Well, let's all go have a drink tonight with a friendly meeting."

"Whoa, that's good. It's always been so painful with all the guys, I think I'll have fun drinking today."

"Yes, no, I need to go home because I need something..."

To the momentum, Barletta took a step back.

One of the craftsmen puts his hand on its shoulder and pushes it away, so-so.

"Don't say that. Because it's luxurious. See?"

"Absolutely. Lady, at times like this, we're going to have an honest treat."

"Where do you want the store? Can we just go where we were last time?

"Oh, that! I really can't!

Noticing that at some point it was a flow that allowed her to participate, Barletta raised her voice in a hurry.

But the craftsmen don't have the ears to listen just pounding Baretta's shoulder with "Fair enough".

"I'm not eating anything else."

"That's not what I'm talking about, even if they suddenly say that"

"'Cause it's okay.' Cause I'm gonna make you some good food."

"So..."

Even then, as Barletta was desperately trying to say no, there was an inadvertent sound of a concon and a knock on the door from the entrance.

When everyone turned to you, a young man stood at the entrance at some point.

"Sorry, the door was open."

"Hmm? Who are you?

"It's her. I came home late, so I picked him up worried."

"Ah, Dear Alondo..."

Everyone turns to her in unison to Baretta's words.

"What, Alondo, from that Louson family?

"Yes, my name is Alond Rouson. Excuse me, but that's the way it is, so could you give her back?

When Alondo answered instead of Barletta, the craftsmen gave a depressed look as soon as possible.

"Ma'am, I'd be in trouble if you didn't tell me what to do with your nobility."

"Right, you can't have such a cute daughter untouched..."

"I think I'll take the day off tomorrow..."

"Eh, eh, no! I..."

As Barletta wandered off and tried to argue, Arondo held his shoulder so that he could just walk over and snap from the craftsmen.

"Look, let's go home"

Thus, with the artisans gaze on their backs, the two followed the workshop.

Alondo took Barletta to the carriage, which was parked a little further away, and took his hand off his shoulder.

The carriage is a luxurious type with a private cabin.

"Are you okay?

"Yes! Thank you!

Baretta corrected her posture slightly and lowered her head deeply.

I was still a little confused, but I could understand that I was helped.

"You can't let a daughter like you go to a place full of guys like that at this hour alone. Some craftsmen are unrestrained."

"Yes. Sorry........."

Baretta looked at Arrondo wonderfully when she said so in a frightened manner.

"Um, why did you want to be there?

"I was coming to the next workshop to see how the wood was produced for simple housing. When I went outside to see the whole thing and go home, I saw you walking into the next workshop alone, so I was just wondering."

Alondo says so, smiling refreshingly.

A perfect smile for a man who seems truly honest.

"Master Kazura told me about you. They're tasked with the development and management of machines and tools?

"Yes, as Master Reese's assistant, we are here to help you"

"Oh well. It's gonna be tough on land I'm not used to, but we're gonna do our best. I don't know. If you have any problems, you can talk to me."

"Yes, thank you"

As Barletta thanked him, Alondo looked around.

The sun is starting to tilt, and the city is stained with thin, sunset colors.

In less than an hour, the area will be surrounded by darkness.

"It's already this time...... I just met you, why don't you eat somewhere? I'll take the carriage home."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I have to go home and fix a meal."

When Barletta answered, Alondo gave a slightly surprised look.

"Huh? Does the cook also serve as a cook for the meal?

"In other words, Marie is helping me cook Mr. Kazura's meal."

"Hmm... Marie was definitely the exclusive cook of Master Kazura, wasn't she? Isn't she the only one with enough hands?

"No, that's not what I mean. I'm just trying to help."

"Oh well. Well, then, I'll send the mansion a use, so I'll go eat with you tonight. You're not gonna make it back now, are you?

"Uh... I'm sorry. Still, there's got to be something I can do, and I'm going home."

"Huh?"

In an unexpectedly incoherent reply, Alondo got a decent look.

The servant who was watching it from your stand is also a little in response to Barletta.

Because he had never seen a woman who refused Alondo's invitation before.

Baretta didn't even realize that, and she lowered her head with a pepper.

"Thank you so much for earlier. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Hey, wait a minute!

"Yes?"

Alondo hastily stopped Baretta from trying to leave.

Barletta stops and looks back, tilting her little neck.

"Then I'll take a carriage to the Mansion. It's getting dark, and night lanes are dangerous."

Baretta glanced at the carriage.

When you get in the carriage, you're going to go around through this crowded boulevard.

But if Barletta is alone, if we get past the narrow alleys and walls, it's a straight line to the mansion.

Obviously it would be quicker to walk home.

"No, I'm fine, because I can go home alone"

"... well. Well, be careful."

"Yes, thank you. Excuse me, sir."

Barletta once again thanked her, turning her heel and disappearing into a mess.

Arond erases his expression and stares at its back.

"... hmm"

When he snorted so deeply, he boarded the carriage.