The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

When you are summoned by the Emperor Georg to visit the Imperial Palace,

"The First Prince of the Kingdom of Bitsray is here, so please respond."

I've been pushing such a nasty thing.

"As I've said before, I'm busy too. I'd like you to stop involving me in the blue love affair between the young men in that hand."

It is in sight that Olivia's smile next to the Emperor will be tripled. I recently noticed that was one step ahead of her outburst.

You seem to hate that prince so much in this way. From a straightforward, familiar girlfriend, it's not unusual.

Daimyo, you want to create even an atmosphere that indirectly says no by taking me.

But the relationship between a man and a woman can be managed between the people at the time, and if the parents are bad, they will just get caught up.

Most importantly, this emperor and that emperor (the beast) are sweet to Olivia. If they both reject marriage in person, they eventually think they'll admit to breaking it for a reason. It is grossly lacking in reason for me to follow.

Of course, from the standpoint of running a national government, it's like throwing a card at someone. I know you want to avoid it as much as you can, but it has nothing to do with me.

"Fair enough, you need to breathe, Gray. So, the prince has already arrived to the nearby town. I want you to pick me up."

"So I'm busy."

"Come on, let's go, Gray!!"

Olivia pulls away when she holds my right hand to speak out against me.

Will I be involved in the end? It's troublesome, really troublesome.

Before leaving the Imperial Palace, a black-painted passenger car was parked for exclusive use by the royal family.

This car is from the latest ceremony offered by the Sagami Chamber of Commerce at the request of the Emperor. Cars are already driving down the aisle in multiple territories in the Empire. Even this Imperial capital is about to see cars owned by the merchants of the commercial guild line. In that state, the royal family is still unidentified in the carriage. Such a voice seems to have risen from among the cabinet members. I think it feels reluctantly accepted by the emperor, who hates luxury.

Well, it's easier for prominent people to take the initiative in using this technology. Even for me, it would be easier and more helpful to get the royal family on board and spread the technology around the world.

"So? Is that Prince Franco such a nasty opponent?

Ask Olivia, who is swelling in the back seat of a private car currently used exclusively by the royal family.

"Gateway nobility."

"Yeah?"

So he's like Lord Curros and Lord Geffelt divided by two.

"I'm sure you don't like that"

In short, you mean the noble supremacy of benevolence? Then I guess I don't have to be Olivia.

"Gray......"

"Hmm?"

"Nothing"

Since then, Olivia shut her mouth and I closed my eyelids when I put my arms together too.

Arrived is Urgus, a city southeast of the Imperial Capital. Head to the city's most luxurious inn.

When I opened the door, Olivia held both Olivia's hands and shook a boom when the blonde handsome man who was in the lobby came over here. This man would be Prince Franco.

"Hey, Olivia! I missed you!

"Ha."

Without even trying to hide his discomfort, he does not care about Olivia's appearance or anything else, but turns his right arm around his shoulder and walks to the table provided in the hotel lobby.

When Olivia sees me in desperate shape,

"Look, my squire, you don't stick around like that either. Come on!

Cheerfully raise your right hand and you sit in your seat. Hmm, he doesn't look that bad at first glance.

"Well, let's go with a toast!

When I poured fruit liquor into the glass, I started drinking it in the daytime. Gate nobility is a frequent sight in the capital. He's a prince of one country, and he's not very odd.

"Heh, you're the Viscount. It's amazing how young you are and you've already earned the title."

"No, Prince, this man is from a regional luxury. He is a nobleman, but a lowly bloodline!

A long man who immediately denies the prince's words. Count Novar is the man who built up his mustache in this badly littered jaw. I was at the Maguire family. He's a man who has something to do with me about the mines.

"Nah, I thought we might be friends. No. If you don't, then stand up."

I see Count Novartis has already contacted you.

Olivia tries to speak out the objection in an angry phase, but controls it with her right hand,

"Now if you'll excuse me,

Stand up. Honestly, I don't care if you're present or not.

"Hey! This is no place for a lowlife like you to be present! Don't take your seats off!

Count Novar has even yelled at me unpleasantly.

Mm-hmm. Right. This is the territory of Count Novar of the Gateway nobility. Sometimes you can't do business in the realm of the Gate Valley nobility, and you've never even stepped foot in. I've always been interested in how they govern. If I don't get a chance like this, I won't see you. At least how much more meaningful time we can have than we can discuss with these people here.

"Okay, I'm in this"

Olivia has a grudge against her parents. She ignores it flatly and leaves the spies with her escort to exit the luxury inn.

I looked all the way around and now I'm in a ghetto southwest of the city.

"This is terrible."

Words were slipping through my mouth by accident.

The area where the Lords' Hall and the shops are located is lined with regular, rotten buildings and people of wealthy stature come and go. But a short distance from it was hell.

"I didn't know that was it..."

This is more than a ladle, in a way. To an old man with an unusually protruding stomach, a rewarding child. A whore-like woman in a worn out garment is stopping the men in the aisle. And -.

"You dirty bastard, touch me with your hands!!"

A man with a broken jaw in two with a flexion that keeps kicking a squatting young child.

Damn, everywhere that scum of hand is something that springs up and comes out.

I approach the man from behind and pay for that leg.

"Gu Ha! You -"

Stepping on the man's face, he dyes his face bright red and tries to exhale anger, either from the humiliation that he is being stepped on by the child's me. But...

"Um, I got dirty? This is tough."

I put my strength into my feet stepping on that face.

"Grunt!!"

"What's up? Wouldn't you hate to get dirty? Then do your best to get away with it. Otherwise, the ground will stain like tomatoes with your little beautiful brains."

"With a nozzle..."

The man managed to say words of plea as he drew his face in fear and pain.

I crouch in when I take my feet off my face and gaze at the man.

"I helped you. but not next. You know what this means?

……

To a man who snorts over and over again crying,

"Okay, go, go, go"

When I give my permission to escape, I run away with an odd voice.

"Are you all right?

As I approached him to hold him, the child grabbed the stick that was close to flying backwards and pointed at me.

Apparently, it scared the hell out of me. To try, I'll make a smile...

"Kihi-no!!"

Even more retreats and begins to zero tears.

'I can't do that. Master's Smile, Basic, Extremely Bad Face'

As I approached him, I gently held the child in my arms, whilst making him curse inside at Mullah's unwanted commentary.

"It's all right now. Well done."

As I stroke my back of my head softly, I cry out loud.

Listening to the circumstances from a child who stopped crying.

Bazio the name. He wanted to help his sick mother and tried to grace the man earlier with the money for his medication, but he was assaulted.

Under the guidance of Bazio, we reach the excavated cabin, which is unlikely to even be rainwater.

Milky white stools like rice broth. It's Cholera, the girl's mother. If you leave it like this, don't die for sure. Besides, this unsanitary place could ripple across all the residents around.

Damn it! Such an unhygienic place is exactly the incubator of disease. Truly, the Gatekeeper nobility is like a creature that cannot govern. I used healing magic on my mother while I was in bad shape.

"Oh, thank you"

"That's okay, stay asleep"

Sleep your mother in a Zutaboro futon who forcibly wakes her upper body and joins her hands to worship. I'm sorry, but I'm so restless. Magic doesn't fix infectious diseases. That's a proven fact already. Penicillin developed by the Chamber of Commerce is given intravenously from the wrist.

Segregation would be Theory in this setting if not more than cholera occurred, and a matter to be addressed by the entire Sagami Chamber of Commerce medical team. But this is that stupid aristocratic territory. If the Sagami Chamber of Commerce helps, it will be a problem later. We have to do something alone.

Nevertheless, the compulsion to do whatever this is. This is not a sense of integrity. Probably due to my past life experience.

When I go outside...

"There was a collision. Bring the sick to this place! Anyone else who is healthy and can help, please help!

Cholera is incurable in this world. I thought I was going to scream and run away, but I gather around and beside me.

"Are you a doctor?

The pruning young man hesitates to ask me.

"It's something similar. Help me if you want."

"That outfit of yours, the wealthy bong, isn't it? Why are you helping us?

"I ask the other way around, but you ask for a reason to help what is being invaded by the disease?

……

The pruning young man is stunned and pounding his mouth about how little my words were other than.

"Make this area an isolated area. Anything that is not abnormal to your health is off-limits except to help.

All you have to do is boil the water and cook. As it is, we are all dying of malnutrition.

However, if you haven't eaten much lately, soften it on porridge before eating it. Slowly. "

I keep a lot of food and water out of the item box as I wander to a remote location.

……

After all, to the people in the slums staring at and stiffening food like mountains,

"Hurry up! You want to help. Ugh!!?"

"Ha, yes!!"

Screaming in upright immobility, everyone moves in unison.

;\3357 And when I wear a mask, I move out, too.