A huge city wall surrounds the entire royal city, protecting the people's safety. This wall has never been destroyed since its founding, and has been protected from invasion from other countries many times.

Being a citizen living in such a fortified wall, the guards who are the soldiers of the country are in a state of pride and look closely for suspicious people.

The Throwlet family is a noble, albeit a baron, so he drives the carriage through the long line running from the gate like the wind.

The enviable gaze of travelers and merchants pierces us.

"Hey, look at that. Dragon emblem. That famous Dragon Slayer?

"Cant Believe It. That's cool. I hope I can be a noble.

Voices of praise and envy that come out loud.

Dad Nord is shy, and Elna is smiling. Apparently, she seems to be ashamed unless she can shake her past story.

I was so shy when Rumba was talking before.

Well, it's good to watch the play and listen to Rumba carefully.

"Hey, I wonder if today's guard at the East Gate is true! ?

"Three days before they were at the south gate ..."

"That two guys are dangerous. Let's pray that we won't hit us "

Voices heard from the lined carriages.

Apparently, there is a dangerous two-person guard at this east gate through which we pass.

What does it mean? Is there such a strong warrior? Or are merchants and travelers trying to enter from here trying to bring in their terrible past and their belongings?

Then arrive at the castle gate and stop the carriage.

The size of the road is enough to pass three carriages. And a solid wall that spreads out as you look up at the sky. Thirty meters is likely to be the wall thickness alone.

"Show me the aristocracy badge"

A duo wearing metal armor based on silver and red, approaching the carriage. The armor covering the whole body makes a squatting sound each time it moves.

Behind us, there are men who exchange words happily, such as "Wow, it was dangerous!"

Oh, are these two guys a bad guy?

It looks like a short-haired man and a skin-headed man with a normal look. Bartolo is much more scary when he looks strong. There are many adventurers in the royal capital, so I think you're used to this rigor.

"Then, I'll show you a little noble."

"I'm free, so too"

Dad Nord and I get off to show the aristocracy badge to enter the royal capital.

As long as you see Dad Nord's cool face, is the duo all right? Or maybe I just don't know, I follow with curiosity.

"Yes, this is the aristocracy badge."

Dad Nord, who takes out something like a notebook from his coat pocket. There is a shining golden emblem of the dragon.

Apparently, that notebook is your proof of identity.

The short-haired guard saw the expression with no expression, and when he looked at Dad Nord's face, the expression was astonished.

What is it? Is it a big Dragon Slayer fan you've seen in villages and towns?

"……it's beautiful"

"Huh? ..."

What did he say now?

When Nord stares at the man with a suspicious look, he turns his eyes slightly shyly.

"No, anything. I've confirmed it. Baron Nord-Slowlett?"

"Yes, yes.

"I'm going to do a light inspection of the wagon and ask questions just in case.

"Yes"

Speaking of that, other guards go to check the wagon.

By the way, the guard of the skinhead has been looking at me for a long time. Did something bother you?

"What is your purpose in the capital city?"

"To participate in an aristocracy exchange event hosted by the Duke of Landland."

"... It was a week later, what about the crew?"

"Eight people including servants and escorts"

It seems that this can be omitted if the rank is higher, but the Throwlet family is a baron. That is not the case for the lower rank.

Since my simple questions were repeated and I had time to spare, I was suddenly called out as I looked around.

"Are you new to the capital city?"

The guard who sits down and talks with smile. It is still higher than my eyes, but my opponent who is free will be doing it. I thought she was scared because she glanced grumpy, but she was a good person.

Maybe everyone is too scared just to be a little strong.

"Yes, for the first time."

"I see. By the way, can you ask for your name?"

"Alfleet-Slowlett?"

"How old are you?"

Hatena? Do you look like a child to me? This is almost seven years old. Even so, at such times, I thought it would be a good place or famous place for the capital city.

"I'm almost seven years old"

"Hey, are you going to be seven years old ... a little young ... no, maybe this is it."

"……e?"

"No, it's nothing.

I feel like I ran into something extraordinary now. What is this chill?

A guard who strokes his head while smiling laughing. And his hand slowly turned to his shoulders and arms, hips, and grabbed my ass.

"Hi !?"

I feel the crisis of chastity and retreat with my full power. What did he do?

The creeping hand seems to cling to the body and feels uncomfortable.

"What's happen?"

Skinhead guard who approaches with a refreshing expression.

Why do you have such a refreshing smile despite sexual harassment?

I'm wondering if I'm wrong.

"How old are you?"

"Huh? Thirty-two?"

"Like, it's good. Does your wife come?"

"Of course you are?"

"What type of man?"

"What? Men? Is it a related question? Where are you touching ?!"

If you look at it, it seems that Father Nord is also in danger of chastity. It has nothing to do with the purpose of coming to the capital city or crime prevention, right? I think the content of the question is strange.

Indeed, these dudes are ridiculous. I understand that everyone is scared.

"Checking the wagon is complete! No problem!"

The voice of an angel for me and my dad.

"Oh, let's get in. Let's go al!"

"Yeah, there's an errand, so don't hurry."

We get into the carriage in a hurry as soon as we can't enter such a dangerous place.

A dangerous guard who sees it off with a lonely voice.

"Mr. Low, please go fast."

"Well, I understand. Let's hurry."

As soon as Nord's father's voice begins to sound, Rowe's at the master's stand rushes his whip.

Perhaps watching the exchanges just before, Rowe himself felt a crisis of chastity. She has a very frightened expression.

"Al and you have a bad complexion?-What's wrong?"

""nothing""

I can not say. I was molested by a man.