The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

There is no clock on the Elo continent, and people's activities are determined by the position of the sun.

The light inserting from the slightly cleared curtain was still like an alarm clock.

Light blades falling into dry rooms also seem to reflect the cold weather in winter.

"... Ugh..."

If you look next door, Eve, hidden in a blanket to her mouth, was asleep.

After the play, Eve should have snuck away from me and slept, but he seemed to be closing in at midnight.

I guess I was invited to the fever of my human skin by cold and unconscious.

Are you raped by me even in your dreams, kiss Eve's forehead sleeping with your eyebrows in eight letters to make a difficult face.

"Mm-hmm..."

Eve's face then loosened and leaked a soothing voice. And he goes on to say, "Mother..."

You seem to mistake my kiss for Ravé's.

"Nfu ~"

Eve smiles and spills her lovely sleep every time she kisses her.

The uncontrolled grin was like a toddler, something that stirred my protective appetite. The penis that was bulging in the morning shrivels just a little.

"Let's go first, Eve"

By speaking to sleeping Eve, I said goodbye to her warm blanket and soft body.

Unfortunately, I can't shake my back in the morning like a free college student.

Anyway, I'd like to set it up on a day that keeps me holding Eve all day.

After cleaning up my body in the morning bath and finishing my breakfast, I just decided to head to the Pioneering Order.

The purpose of this inspection is to see what Eve was saying about "white plates".

The Pioneering Order has New Year's holidays.

Originally, it was a small group of people moved by my instructions, so when I couldn't show my face for a while at New Year's Eve, I put it off at the same time so that there was no trouble.

Now the number of people has increased, and the number of executives has grown to such an extent that I have no problem being somewhat absent, but only the habit of a long vacation remains.

Exactly. Not all employees get the same leave as they used to, but they seem to be turning things around well in rotation.

The executives were well on their way to work despite their vacations because they had informed them that they were headed for an inspection within yesterday.

While there are a large number of employees in the executive class among the pioneering societies, there is not a single other person.

No sign of Mimon either, so I'm sure he's enjoying the winter break with his family. Maybe I can push him back later and give him a big boost to his family.

And in the form of a line up of executive employees, there were people who were not supposed to be in the main building of the Pioneering Order.

It is the true protagonist of this one.

"Sounds like you made it, huh?

"Heh, heh."

That's the head of a potter who's supposed to be in the production department.

Since the production area with the kiln is far away, it was good to hear from the producer himself in the main building. I gently commend my employees for their good stepping.

"Well, let's hope to see how many items come out"

I meant to say it in a joke-like tone to ease the tension, but the indoors were filled with tingling tension.

I regret a little if the nobles tell me that.

As everyone silenced, the ceramic head grabbed his fist and opened his mouth as he breathed in vigorously.

"Here. Finally, I was able to satisfy myself."

The words were small but powerful and seemed proud of their work.

Gotthoguts and verses. By the hand of the craftsman standing, dishes and bowl-like vessels are arranged on the desk.

"Ho."

While listening to the description of the vessel by the ceramic head, I took one of them, a white dish the size of which would be perfect for toasting.

It's a little different from the color I imagined, but not a bad impression.

"It's not like ancient baked white... but this is good in a gentle shade. Friendly white."

Paleoroasted, white vessels made in the Holy City more than 200 years ago are crisp white. Would it feel like "hospital white", by analogy? There are sober, inorganic, refined shades.

In contrast, this finished plate gives the impression of "hot milk white". It's a soft, hornless, warm shade.

When I looked at the surface of the dish with my fingers, it felt like porcelain.

I try to check to lick around the surface but there are no particular scratches and I don't see any unevenness in the white.

I felt a little nostalgic looking like I might have it in the dinnerware corner of the 100-yen shop.

It may be treated as a luxury white dish for people living on the Elo continent, but I'm going to be able to use it with ease.

"... um, this is good. Well done."

Starting with the ceramic head, the executives all breathed in.

I guess it conveyed my sincere satisfaction that the air I was straining indoors was just a little soothing.

"So how much can you make of this? How many are there?

If mass production is possible, I would just like to make a quick appeal as a new industry in the territory of Quordenze.

In the spring, you will go to Wangdu. There will also be opportunities for tea there with the nobles everywhere...... no, there is for sure.

It is only with that in mind that I definitely want tea tools by this white vessel. I hate drinking tea with the great nobles of the kingdom, including the Royal Levios, without anything ready.

The opponent must be somewhat surprised if you suddenly put a new white vessel that is not ancient baked, Don, and in a tea party place.

It seems like it's my father's diplomacy to disturb his opponent's pace and then strip him of his poison teeth, so I would greatly like to refer to that.

"That's..."

One of the employees starts explaining the production situation while tanning his face.

According to that story, apparently there are still many failures, and stable baking methods that can be counted are still in trial and error.

Mass production is said to be difficult at present because there are not enough kilns in the first place either.

"I see. Isn't it just that easy?"

The land in the production department should also have been considerably narrower, which would also make it difficult to increase kilns.

You might want to ask my father first and get some land.

In the meantime, give instructions to create only a set of tea sets first. If you meditate on the number of failures, the creation itself is possible, so I want it aligned early.

"... and to bring only one set of dishes and vessels to the castle. I give it to my father."

"Yes, sir."

Suddenly it's something to tell me to give you land, so I'll show you the results first, and then I'll pass on the request.

I also gave detailed instructions on how to use the rest of the vessel, and I decided to hear the last thing that bothered me.

"Speaking of which, what did the ingredients turn out to be after all?

In a quiz show from a previous life in Japan, he said, "This coffee cup is made of the bones of an animal, come on. What about that animal?"... I had seen the problem.

The answer is cattle.

Hinting the memory of its previous life, this project began, but the quality of cattle was different on Earth and the Elo continent, and it could not be done well.

Well, animals that resemble cows are just what I call cows on my own, so I really don't even know if they're the same cows as Earth.

For this reason, the ceramics have been repeating experiments over the past few years of trying to combine animal bones with various soils in Qualdenze territory.

I wanted to know who that bone was as president because I put in a huge budget to continue my research.

"It's a thick raven."

The potters failed to use the bones of various animals, such as horses, pigs and bears, and one day, they turned into ingredients for the thick-haired ravioli they had eaten.

Of course, that didn't create a perfect product all of a sudden, but he said the finish was somewhat better than the others.

So he narrowed his focus to the thick-haired raven bones and finally got something satisfactory while he was in trial and error to change the soil and devise a kiln.

"I see. We have to be careful that the information leaks."

The ingredients will not be produced instantly just because they are scattered, but I have never gone beyond caution.

It can't be taken by other collars that mirror new industries, and investment costs can no longer be recovered.

We need to be more careful with information management.

"You may be fortunate that the bones of thick-haired rabbits, not cows, were the ingredients. Because it's not that unnatural to buy large quantities."

I think it's more a matter of workforce than food culture on the Elo continent...... but civilians don't eat much cattle.

Cattle are expected to act as agricultural tractors, not meat. It's not like beef is contraindicated, so they'll eat it if they get a chance.

If you were purchasing large quantities of cows that aren't supposed to eat much, wouldn't this be something? Some will think.

In this regard, thick-haired rabbits are livestock with many opportunities for civilians to eat, making it easy to collect bones as well. The employee who said he was glad it wasn't a cow was right.

But basically, thick-haired rabbits are livestock that farmers grow in one hassle of work, and few farmers specialize in thick-haired rabbits. Even if you were there, the scale is known to be high.

"... maybe we could build a dedicated facility"

If the sale of white vessels were to be on track, it would soon be difficult to obtain bones. You may need to hit your hand early.

Hair becomes thread, meat tastes good, hun becomes field fertilizer, and bone becomes vessel. It doesn't matter how much more thick ravioli you can use all over your body.

It also seems interesting to build a facility like a huge chicken farm to start mass feeding of thick hairy rabbits.

"Um, the land..."

I was trying to figure out how to treat my father as I listened to the employees crushing with regret.

Upon receiving a report at the Pioneering Order, I finished the morning lightly with my hands on the work I had been accumulating.

In the afternoon he decided to return to Castle Newnelly, where he had lunch before leaving for the city.

The restless atmosphere at the end of the year is no different from that of a castle in the city, but there seems to be a lot of smiles for people on the road.

"That's busy."

"Yeah, it's almost New Year's Eve."

Minute walking diagonally back to the right responds to my words.

She seemed to have business at the castle today, too, so I asked her to come back with me.

"Because the most exciting part of the year for those living under the castle is the New Year's Festival. We all look forward to the arrival of the knight."

"Really?

According to Minute, the New Year's Festival in Newnelly starts at the same time as knights arrive everywhere.

As a result, the civilians under the castle said they were waiting as the knights twitched to arrive.

At this time of year, the kids go to visit near the castle gate and look out of the city with their lusty faces.

"When we see a bunch of knights in the distance, we all try to compete and go home. The festival is about to begin because I see the queue of knights. I'm proud of my mother and my father, just like I'm proud of myself."

He narrows his eyes so that he sees somewhere far away, Minute says in a slightly sad tone.

Incidentally, the New Year's Festival opens in February in the cities within the territory of Qualdenze, with the exception of the city of Newnelly.

It is held at a time when the knights have returned from the city of Newnelly. You can't start a festival without a knight.

He said some pedestrians will stay in Newnelly City in January and then move to major cities such as Gatoren City in the form of accompanying knights for New Year's festival hashigos.

Every year, by the end of the New Year's Festival, the boys in Newnelly City decide to say, "I want to be a pedestrian in the future," etc. They say Minute's brothers have said that once too.

"So that's it."

Minute's voice playing memorabilia for the New Year's Festival. And the thought that you can't wait to talk to me comes through numbingly.

Somehow, when I got home from the trip, my dog would bust his tail. The sight of him coming down and flying was enough to float in my brain.

I take a certain distance from me because my baby is jealous...... but when I notice it's funny that my back of my hand is so close that it seems to touch me.

"He said the young lady was ready for the ceremony this year, and we're all looking forward to it. My brother said he'd join us."

"Hmm? What are you joining?

The role of the Qualdenze family in the New Year's festival in the city of Newnelly, but only behave food and booze.

Essentially, "Citizens make noise at will with citizens. I'll give you some booze and some rice" stance.

But the citizens are thriving, and I had something to do with it.

"Millionaire,. Because my brother likes it."

That's where we planned the Trump Games.

The Pioneering Order also makes cards, so only those who purchase them can compete in cards hosted by Qualdenze Wilk.

There are a number of events available, including millionaires and sevens, nervous breakdowns, and baba pullouts, and if you win, you'll get a gold seal directly from me.

The millionaires and merchants who want to sell their faces to me, the Qualdenze family man, are desperate to buy and fish cards.

If you do that on a Newnelly City scale, a hell of a number of people are going to be able to attend and pick it up, but the trumps are so expensive that the participants shouldn't be that many.

Trumps made by the Pioneering Order are not easily purchased by ordinary civilians. It's not a price you can never buy, but it's so expensive you hesitate to buy it.

It will talk about why my Minute brother has such an expensive toy, but he said that money and goods were given to his parents at the time the Minute's separate residence was officially finalized, so he probably had a mix of cards in it.

"Trump was also made by a young man, wasn't it?

"Oh. I wonder how many years ago it was..."

There were some entertainment on the Elo continent that nobles were fond of, starting with chess-like on-board games, but there was no play like cards. At least, it's not on Qualdenze territory.

The reason I wanted to make a tramp and spread it to the Elo continent is simple for a reason. It is a selling name.

What a rich, knightly, aristocratic layer to enjoy the game. In other words, if the cards spread, the name of Qualdenze Wilk would spread to those layers.

It was a belly build-up to become the next head of the de facto Quordenze family by increasing its fame from all over the continent.

Well, such a sweet prospect soon set me up on the reef.

When the Earthlings want to make the ordinary cards they imagine, they need thin paper as a glue. But Newnelly City didn't have the technology to make such paper.

This is how my cardmaking turned into papermaking, and my budget melted more and more for research.

When I succeeded in making prototype paper with a large budget, for example, because of this, I hired a good painting to paint the pattern, which resulted in a more accurate substitute for calling it a spell tool or a work of art rather than a game product.

If you want to use that to unplug Fannie and Baba, you say, "It's not a good idea to play with art, is it?" So much so that they turned me down.

I wanted to get along with my lovely sister and pull out the baba, and for now I decided to leave the paper alone and focus on making something trumpet-like.

That is how the animal's fangs were processed into a trump.

It looks totally mahjong. It can also be said that the mahjong plaque pattern has just been replaced by the tramp pattern.

When I showed the finished cards to Fannie, they responded well and I was able to get to the memorial bubble.

There are many craftsmen in Newnelly City, and the relatively easy processing of the fangs made it easy to make prototypes. What the hell was the struggle until then?

I dared to rethink that I didn't even need to stick to paper, and I decided to commercialize that cardboard as it was.

I had trouble not selling at first, but I have heard that sales have also increased slightly here lately, fluttering the profit and loss branch.

That's why, in the El Oro continent, the cards are the original cards.

Occasionally, my father, my mother, and Fannie and I play cards together for a total of four, but maybe, from the earthlings' point of view, they look like the Mahjong family.

There's not even a concept of intellectual property rights. Pirate cards will be popular in the Elo continent where I don't know where to keep them, but that's nothing good. Assumed.

Instead, I dare to write down common standards for cards in the box, as I envisage the appearance of a copy product.

The disciplined photocopier will also copy the text, as I listed it as a standard to be sure to include the phrase 'cards of the Quoldenze Wilk idea' on the back of the box.

It's a nice protocol that spreads my name even if it's not a tramp made by the Pioneering Order.

I arrived at the castle while I was telling Minute the backstory of the tramp development.

The employees must have delivered it in a dash, and I visited my father after I received the white vessel that had arrived in the inspection room.

"… so this is the finished plate"

"This is..."

Arrange the ancient baked white dishes in my collection room with the white dishes made in the Pioneering Order.

Arranging it still brings to my attention the refinement of an ancient bake called a famous vessel, but this new one is never bad either.

"Can mass production?

My father's eyes were nailed to a plate, and his gaze could not be pointed at this one.

It shouldn't be my fault that I saw only a little color of excitement in my father's words that whispered quietly.

Apparently, he wore his father's glasses.

"No, we're just finally able to do this quality thing, so the numbers are still low. Because the production department is getting too narrow to secure the number of kilns."

"... missing enough?

He decides he's referring to the land, and I make him snort.

Hearing from my father would mean that I intend to make it convenient.

"Right. If that land... no, um..."

My father, who twists his head, can see his appreciation of the white plate, but I still wanted to hear it.

"Father, how about that vessel?

After hearing the words, my father seemed to realize that he hadn't spoken his thoughts.

When my father coughed so small, he grinned.

"It's really great. I am proud that such a beautiful vessel will come from the land of Qualdenze."

Porcelain from Mumshredded is currently used in the Kingdom of Levios and the Jinker En Empire.

The loss of ancient baking techniques took the form of footlights instead.

Porcelain from Mumshredded, but the biggest feature is that the level of painting is very high.

I also have some large plates from Mumshredded, but amazingly written grasshopper paintings and such are enough for amateurs to see how good they are.

It was in a book I had previously read that the Mumshred region could not afford to choose soil to make ceramics because considerable land was contaminated by the Warcraft disaster.

As a result of attempts to create added value by painting on it rather than pursuing the goodness of the vessel itself with poor quality soil, the ceramic technology of Mumshred may have evolved in a vector different from that of ancient baking.

Now, it's a ceramic from Mumshredded with such a high degree of technical skill to peek at, but surprisingly, it's no match for the popularity of ancient baking.

This is a matter of values. The noblemen of the Elo continent like beautiful vessels with nothing painted on them.

The raw material of ceramics is soil; soil is earth.

I think there is a part of a beautiful vessel that is white and spotless like an ancient grill that leads to the noble ideal of an "unclean land".

I believe that the nobles see their values, their justice, their doctrines, their beliefs and their creeds in a white vessel.

"Let's think about the land."

"Thank you"

Seeing my father looking proudly at the white vessel, the snare seemed good to consider it a success.

I'll send you some material later that spells out plenty of requests to a civilian with a father.

After all, my father seemed to be interested in the vessel, and then he was to be asked in detail about the raw materials, the manufacturing method, etc.

Having spoken for a moment, my father moved his arms all the way, pointing to the ancient grill for comparison that was on his desk.

We're going to change the subject, it's just a move.

My father slowly opened his mouth as I focused on his fingertips.

"How did you like the ancient grill that got lost in Newnelly?"