The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Even passers-by kicked me, the sign that was standing at the entrance to the store was down.

Like lying on your back and looking at the sky.

There is a little overlap in the paint of the carriage pulling the carrier painted with black paint and the roommate with red paint, and at the bottom of the sign there is a letter written in white paint that cannot be understood.

The letters written in red paint are in Elo, so I can read them.

Salt Inn Station.

That was a common name for a store here in Newnelly City.

I've heard it before because of this inn. They say white paint says words that mean the same thing. In ancient languages, not Ero.

Nothing. The lord of this shop is not bright in ancient language.

In the city of Newnelly, this ancient language is anchored not as letters but as shapes and pictures.

No one understands it until it's profound.

This kind of place is very similar to the city of Otheloria.

Many shops depicted the ancient language, which is also a classic there, as a picture of the corners and backgrounds of the sign.

"... straight"

I've been in care of this inn for quite some time.

I wondered if it would be okay to leave the sign as it fell, I put it back on its shape as I remember it before entering the inn.

"Welcome back, Mr. Melgin"

Step inside, make a patty noise and one of the girls comes up to me.

The youngest son of the family who runs this inn, his eldest daughter Holte.

"Is that the store number?

"Yeah. They're all planting it next door."

This is not only an inn, but also a fixer.

I just like the rupetta emphasis on eating, and the meals here are good.

I rented a long house for a while, but as much as I noticed while I was at a fixer here, I was renting an inn and moving out.

"But your brothers went to hang out with friends. It's sloppy."

Even cleaning, Holte waved the violin in his hand into the universe.

"Oh, I want to go to the festival, too.... Hey, were there all the stalls out there?

I can't seem to help but want to go out and play.

Holte is taller than Rupetta, but he's younger than me. These places are still childish.

"The boulevard was full of people and there were a lot of stalls.... Want one?

"What's this?... Ah, a turtle skewer!

When I handed him the package I had just bought from the stall, Holte mentioned its contents not long before I opened it.

"You know exactly what I mean."

"'Cause it smells like tortoise roasting"

"Now you know?

"Yeah. It's a spring treat. As long as Mr. Melgin lives in Newnelly, he'll remember."

Holte took a turtle skewer from the wrap and cheeked happily.

Although Newnelly City has recently become famous for its silk production, rock salt and turtle craftsmanship are originally specialties.

They say tortoises that become ingredients can be hunted early in the spring, so the locals may often eat turtle meat.

"Nice. Festival. It's a young lady's triumph, I'm sure it's exciting..."

Holte says in a buzzing tone.

I can't seem to help but resent the fact that my brothers threw their jobs away and went out to play.

"It wasn't as busy as the beginning of the year, but it was pretty busy. It's a triumph to drop Castle Rishleaf, and the lord is acting like he's celebrating."

For the Qualdenze family, the fall of Castle Rishleef is the supreme martial arts.

Even in the sense of informing the surroundings of this, I think this triumph is where I want to be uplifted.

Nevertheless, it is truly surprising that Castle Rishleaf fell in such a short period of time.

That's all the more true because I passed near Lychreef Castle when I was headed to King's Capital.

I wonder how you attacked that stronghold group of bases, the great shield of Voystra, which the Spierzeikes are proud of.

Holte, however, didn't seem very interested.

"Hmmm......? I'm not sure about Rishleaf or anything, but our lord won the war, didn't he?

"Simply put, that's the thing. overwhelmingly favored against the Spierzeiks"

"No, then. If this one's winning, we'll all be happy. I don't want the enemy's army attacking me."

Holte's talk was much the same as that of her old lady and aunt in the stall.

I'm not sure what our young lady is, but she's safely back in Newnelly attacking an important base of enemy land, and this is congratulations, and the next generation of governance is safe, come on, it's a celebration, it's a festival... I only think about it.

I wish I was a little more interested because I'm talking about the lord of the land where I live.

Is it because of my origins that I think this way?

"Speaking of which, Mr. Melgin's hometown was Spierzeik territory, wasn't it? Are you all right?

Holte said as he remembered.

I point out her mistake, wondering if she ever talked about it.

"Rupetta does, but I'm not"

"Is that right?

"I ran away from home when I was a kid. I wandered over there without saying anything, and when I realized it, I felt like I was drifting into Spierzeik territory. So my hometown, apart from Rupetta... was one of a group of free cities"

"Even though Mr. Melgin is my cousin? Didn't your family stop you?

The answer to that question is simple.

"It was one of a group of free cities. I told you so.... There are no more."

"Ah."

You must have felt you had touched the part you shouldn't have touched, Holte made his expression a little stronger.

But for me, this is a story that I can already sort out my mind. Continue in tones such as nothing.

"I really don't give a shit about the end of a knight who lost his master. It's over now, never mind."

"... that? Then could it be that Mr. Melgin is a family of knights or... would you?

It was too abrupt. I blew out a little bit of the wording.

"No, no. I was born in the countryside, just like Rupetta. There are a few villages in Qualdenze that make that kind of blood of their ancestors their property, right? That's it. That's why I'm a normal civilian. You don't have to talk in weird words."

Well, there are a lot of reasons why the bloodline stayed, but it's a story that has nothing to do with Holte.

I decided to keep my mouth shut before we got to that side of the story.

"You may know, a group of free cities is all about war. There are a lot of smaller things like skirmishes, but there are massive wars like the annihilation of the aristocracy. The same was true when I was born. My hometown was under attack by a great nobleman called the Zeldomitra family at the time, and it was on the verge of extinction."

"The Zeldomitras? Are you a strong nobleman?

Answering that he was as great a nobleman as the Qualdenze family, Holte exaggerated, "Hih-heh."

As much as they are both said to be the five great aristocrats of the kingdom, it is not a mistake to say that they are aristocrats of equal power.

"... so I was to take refuge in the Knights as soon as I was born. I guess you wanted to be a subordinate soldier to defend your territory. They beat me up on how to train magic and combat."

I just couldn't tell you anything else.

I was illiterate until Rupetta taught me thanks to you, and I feel like I was even halfway through my life as a civilian because of the weird life I had with my legs halfway into the Knights house.

A man who knows only the art of killing his enemies on the battlefield… it is only one of the weapons wielded by the nobility.

I think about it now. To prevent escape, I guess the Knights' grandfathers didn't give me the knowledge of the world.

Well, thanks to that, only the amount of magic could get comparable to those from the Knights.

"If it had been that far, it would still have been a better life than ordinary civilians"

But there is no way that a small independent aristocrat can resist his grand aristocrat Zeldomitra counterpart for that long.

I had been thrown into the battlefield by the time I was willing, but I felt somewhat of a worsening battlefield.

A disadvantage after a disadvantage, the Lords' clan scattered on the battlefield with one more, and when they realized it, the last one was being debated.

Disconnection of the blood of the Lord's ancestors. That is, the demise of the aristocracy.

"... this is the end of the war. I wish I had."

Of course, that doesn't end there.

"I was called by the surviving Knights' grandfathers. He said he would reward the Zeldomitras with the ultimate resistance."

In order to martyr his lord, a force was created that would strike hard with a decisive attack on the enemy army, as well as a destructive activity that would interfere with the rule by the Zeldomitra family lurking in the villages and forests of the territory, and a force that would continue the resistance movement.

Unfortunately, I was assigned to the former, the Death Squad.

"... just to be clear, I thought you might be stupid. I didn't even know how to think of a knight. It's crap to fight for a lord who's already dead. If the Zeldomitras are going to be the new rulers, why don't we just follow them?"

Maybe this kind of thought of me was being seen through. Resistance is going to be a pain in the ass on the way.

So I think I was assigned to a death squad that scattered me before I could think of anything extra.

"Mostly to the Zeldomitra family... you can't beat the lord ancestors, what their cousins did, can you? It's over when my master's blood runs out. I don't know how long I'm going to be dreaming and fighting when the war is over because of this..."

Although I wouldn't tell Holte, I was more than sorry to complain of a thorough anti-war to everyone in my hometown village.

Apparently, our village was the birthplace of a concubine who captivated his predecessor's lord nobility, which was only slightly more favourable than neighboring villages.

Naturally, that right will be lost if the Zeldomitra family's system of control is built. I don't think that's why I wanted to admit the fact of defeat.

"Well, that made me hate it all, and I abandoned my hometown."

I couldn't put my thoughts into words so far at the time.

I was just scared of the fanatical thoughts of the Knights grandfathers, and the blind faith of the people in the village who hadn't seen reality was just disgusting.

And the night before the raid. I lied about pissing and walked straight out of the realm.

"It is."

"You don't have to worry about anything"

Holte's voice is darkened, but this is not a sad story.

At least in me.

"... because I met Rupetta."

And I spoke up to him.

The look on Holte's face, who didn't miss the word, changes and blinds him.

"Heh... heh eh eh? Love? Love? Hey? Hey, love?

You said you were listening to me with a strange face until just now, and oh, you macegaki.

Girls of this age have trouble loving marriage and such stories too much.

"Hey, hey, did you get a reply from Mr. Rupetta? Hey?"

"Ugh, kid"

"Is that it? Was it no good? I don't think so, but hey, because Mr. Rupetta loves Mr. Melgin, absolutely! Oh, but Mr. Rupetta's been so pretty lately, hasn't she? What if I said this, but when we first came to stay, I thought you were a bit of an arrogant person, and now you're looking at my brother and stuff like that. Hey, you know what? A lot of people ask about Mr. Rupetta at a guest's place? Hey, are you okay? Mr. Melgin, if you're not sure, someone else will take it from you, right? Hey, hey, hey, are you listening? Mr. Melgin, what are you going to do?

As she continues to talk to Peppy, she looks very much like Holte's mother, the stranger to this inn.

I grabbed the turtle skewer wrap and gently poked Holte's forehead with my index finger.

"You said it yourself earlier, Spierzeik territory is going to be tough. I have a village in Rupetta's hometown... now is not a good time to tell her to get married. Tomorrow, the Qualdenze army may invade the Voystra Plains."

"So you haven't gotten a response yet?

Unfortunately, they can't change the direction of the story.

"Stay in the store for a while."

"Ugh."

Now poke your forehead with your middle finger.

I don't give a fuck about dealing with a little girl blinded by sex. I'm going fast down the hall.

I ignored the voice I heard from behind me called Key Key.

Proceed through a well-cleaned hallway.

This inn only costs a lot and is comfortable to live in.

"Coming in."

It wasn't until I came to Newnelly City that I started speaking out before I opened the door.

The trigger is that Rupetta is now taking a bath. Until then, Rupetta hated baths and lived to the point of rubbing her body with cloth from time to time.

One day, I suddenly took a bath. Plus now I go for a bath almost every day.

The cleaned rupetta was somehow... heterosexual.

Before the dawn of summer, the colors of hair that also resemble dark blue tinted in the sky are enough to make you fall in love just watching.

I felt differently showcased my beauty as a Rupetta woman hidden in dirt and dust.

I don't know what the hell kind of change of heart happened to Rupetta.

I just figured out how my mood changed.

The fact that the presence of Rupetta, which was the precious part of my sister, became smaller, and the presence of Rupetta became larger as a single woman.

I think it was that appearance that made me speak up before I entered the room.

I may be too conscious, but somehow, all of a sudden, I can't go into the room.

"... are we going in?

There was no response from across the door.

I go indoors while suppressing a slightly higher heartbeat.

"Rupetta? You're not here?

Me and Rupetta rent the biggest room in this inn.

There are three rooms, and Rupetta tends to work tools mostly in the room just after she opens the door, or draws a map of the field.

"... outside, what?

"Whoa!? There he is!

Rupetta sat in the room just after opening the door, in the corner behind its left hand.

Inside the dim room, he lays a mat of narcotics on the floor and claws.

"Shut up outside, but are you doing something?

I slowly opened my closed eyes and Rupetta looked at me.

The big eyes that I felt were childish, this dimness, too, mesmerizes me.

"... the festival has begun."

"It is."

"What are you doing over there? Sit on the floor."

Phew and exhaled for a long time, Rupetta said.

"I was working out my magic.... I couldn't concentrate at all because it was loud outside."

Rupetta stood silently up and saw a souvenir wrap. I put it at a desk nearby and urge him to eat it.

She smiled and took the turtle skewer that was inside the wrap.

"What meat is this?

"Tortoise meat. It's a specialty of Newnelly City."

I'll sit in a chair too and face Rupetta.

And while eating turtle skewers, I started chatting.

".................. I knew it was difficult to train magic. I can't do it as well as Merguin."

He looked cute hitting the meat with a difficult face.

"There's no other way to do that. But I won't waste it even now. It's important to keep doing the trick."

Rupetta doesn't like to train magic.

First, Rupetta didn't even know how to train magic until she met me.

Childhood magic training greatly affects the amount of magic in the future, the knights' grandfathers said.

So Rupetta's magic power is less than mine. Deanna, who used to put it together and attacked us, had less magic than me once.

This is a hallmark of a subordinate of civilian origin.

Because to increase the amount of magic in infants and toddlers, it is essential to have magic other than in person.

If you're from the Knights, there's as much magic around you as there is.

However, when you are born as just one cousin in a small rural area like Rupetta, there is no way to work out, and there is no idea of working out. Slave ancestors don't know how to train magic.

In that sense, I could say I was lucky.

Because I've been a knight since I was an infant and I've been treated to improve my magic.

So if you measure the amount of magic, to some extent, you can predict the origin.

And that's never a good thing.

No matter what territory I enter, I'm surrounded by knightly martial arts officers for questioning.

Because I have enough magic to alert the knights.

Nevertheless, it is troublesome and helpless to talk about yourself every time.

Rupetta started working out her magic after she met me, so her magic strength grew slowly.

It is a bad way of putting it, but because it is too late a subordinate to want dramatic growth anymore.

I have no idea, but if you're not used to handling magic from childhood, you won't be comfortable with the workout itself.

Workouts, that's what makes it easy to do choices in a little free time, but Rupetta says she can't do it without focusing her spirit considerably. Should I say that I have a dull sense of magic?

"But why did you start working out again? You usually only do this before you go to bed, don't you?

Rupetta answers as she reaches for the second turtle skewer.

"When I returned to the village, I was chased by a military officer from the Spiazeik army. So, I figured I should have a lot of magic."

"They chased you? Huh? That's when you left alone the other day?

"Yeah."

And Rupetta said, It was the first time.

At the end of last year, I applied to Rupetta for a marriage on the last day of my fifteen.

It took a generation of courage to put all my thoughts into words.

From Rupetta, no official reply yet.

She cares so much about her hometown.

That's why I said I couldn't respond once I got back to the village and talked to him.

Of course I knew I would.

I made an unexpected confession because I wanted to hear Rupetta's candid answer, not the village's.

I like Rupetta. You can't hide it anymore, it's a true feeling.

So what about Rupetta?

I wanted to know how honest she felt, not influenced by the words of Rupetta's mother or everyone in the village.

Unfortunately, however, shortly after the confession, officials of the Qualdenze family came to visit.

They're going to continue to look into events in the field, and I'm afraid they took them with or without me.

It's an investigation involving mature warcraft, and if you resisted badly, both me and Rupetta must have been easily decapitated.

Besides, I owe it to the Qualdenze family to save their lives. I couldn't complain about anything.

Then Rupetta's answer back to the room was "I'll get back to the village and then I'll get back to you".

Without the intruder, I wonder if this relationship would have been a little different now, too, something teethy.

"If Merguin was here, I'm sure they would have searched for him for it in earnest. It's good to be alone."

"... Sure, I might be"

In the spring I was going to sneak back to the village of Veadberg, home of Rupetta, to get permission to marry.

Soon after the beginning of the year, however, there was dramatic progress in the war between Spiazeik Qualdenze.

The fall of Castle Rishleaf.

There is no doubt that this major incident will have a significant impact on the territory of Spierzeik.

So Rupetta returned to the village of Veadberg to discuss the future.

I tried to follow him too and talk about marriage, but Rupetta stopped me.

I would be a complete suspicious man if I had the same amount of magic as a knight. What happens if they find you when you are staying in the village of Veadberg. The Shpiazeik army, who has been dropped and tingled at the castle of Lyshleef, is the opponent, and if you give a bad answer, you could be treated like a traitor and burned down every village......

"That was pretty dangerous, wasn't it?

"If it was when we were running through the woods and the plains, maybe we got caught."

It was a lupetta that kept eating tortoise skewers, but my heart was more bothered than I could have imagined.

As far as rumors go, the Spierzeikes are at a disadvantage.

Castle Rishleaf is not the only place I lost in the battle at the beginning of the year. They say many knights, martial officers, and submissive soldiers were taken over.

If a Samurai officer in the Spiazeik family caught a young cousin's daughter like Rupetta, I'm sure it wouldn't be a lot.

"You've run away a lot...... Where did they find you?

If you are chased by a Cavalier's subordinate martial officer, you will not escape in Rupetta.

Because the amount of magic greatly affects the duration of physical strengthening magic.

"Alcnor Contaminated Zone"

"Oh, then can we escape into Veadberg's field"

However, Fields... Especially if it's Veadberg Field.

Rupetta had been hunting warcraft by entering this field, which had been right around the village since childhood.

To her, Veadbergfield is like a garden.

Inside the field is a terribly obscure world with fog, changeable terrain, and no detective magic.

Experience is more important than simple health and magic to move quickly through that foggy world.

I've been in Veadberg Field many times, too, so I'm somewhat confident in internal geography.

But I'm not sure I can win with Rupetta over there.

"Yes, my shoes rotted because of it"

Here's the "I'll buy you new shoes then. I wish I could say" Let's go to the store together "... out of my mouth was a different word.

Where did I say my courage when I applied for marriage? Have you been too squeezed and depleted?

"But why was there a martial officer in there?

"... looking around? Around there, the village chief said he might build an army facility. He told me to get my hands off the village."

Listening to Rupetta, my childhood memory came back to life.

... This is finally going to be the day when the Voystra Plains will be a battlefield.

Somehow, such intuition worked.

The aristocratic realm of disadvantage in war somehow feels like it's behind us no matter how much we prepare for war.

I've been engaged with the five nobles and Zeldomitra armies of the Kingdom of Levios since I was four years old. I feel rotten all the time.

Listening to Rupetta makes me feel like I'm being hunted down.

I even felt somewhere nostalgic for the unpleasant weight and adhesion I felt at the bottom of my belly.

"Shouldn't we stop going home until it's almost cold?

"Yeah. Mothers and village chiefs also told me. Don't come back for a while."

According to the village chief's story, the air of conscription has thickened since the fall of the Rishleef.

Rupetta cares about her family and her village.

And more than that, Rupetta is taken care of in the village. Because the power of the ancestors is a powerful asset of the village.

To put it in a way that has no body or lid, even if the village is rough due to the war, reconstruction is quick if Lupetta returns afterwards.

So it is not desirable as a village to remain in the village and be conscripted.

That's why Rupetta is set to be "absent because he's going to King's Capital to earn money".

I can't say this as a person on the former and knightly side, but I think the village is doing the right thing.

It really doesn't matter what a war of lords is to civilians. It would be the best distance to cook in a tavern.

You can't go to the village of Veadberg for a while, Rupetta said, putting down a tortoise skewer that ran out of meat.

"… so the………… yet, I cannot reply…"

Sincerely sorry, squeeze out the words.

I could have immediately guessed that that was referring to the marriage reply.

"Fine, I'll wait forever. Um... I've been thinking about Rupetta... because I care about her."

I could say it right. Well said me. That's amazing, me.

"………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

If it's true, I want to go with Rupetta to the village of Veadberg right now, and just take the acceptance of the marriage.

But I can't trample on her feelings about taking care of the village.

It's really not a good time.

I wish the Qualdenze army would have invaded a little slower, too.

"... but you took Castle Rishleaf, so it's like you saw the end of it. With five more years to go before the city of Oseloria, I guess we can move on? The Spierzeik army will also use all the troops to stop the invasion, so we might have room to get in once the Voystra Plains invasion begins."

"Really?

Although Rupetta is familiar with the circumstances of the Adventurer neighborhood, the power relations and military knowledge of the aristocratic neighborhood are negligible. I'm not interested.

I've been on the battlefield for a long time, so I know how much that story is, and I still have some interest in it.

"It's a prediction based on the rate of invasion so far. I think the more time passes the Qualdenze army will prevail. You can't afford the number of subordinate soldiers or the Spierzeikes much longer. Maybe."

"Right."

Nothing. We don't know what military power each nobleman possesses.

However, still, there is somehow something I would know if I were walking in the realm. That's a sign of conscription against his descendants.

If the number of subordinate soldiers is insufficient and can no longer be helped, the lord conscripts the subordinate soldiers from the civilian neighborhood as a last resort.

In the beginning, money will be available to invite them to the army, but if the disadvantage persists, they will be taken without question.

If you're a cousin who lives in complete freedom, run and run, it's a story that ends, but something untrained, like Rupetta, won't get away with it.

If they say they will burn down the village if they turn against it, or they will kill their families, there is no beating of their hands by one of their cousins.

That is why, when we look at the response of civilian neighborhoods to their subordinate ancestors, we can, to some extent, perceive the state of securing the subordinate soldiers.

I can feel room from the Qualdenze territory.

Even if you live in Newnelly City, there are no signs of conscription, no fine dust. Instead, I even feel the pressure to just say get out because you're suspicious.

It is proof that there is no shortage of subordinate soldiers.

Conversely, the smell of conscription is pumping in Spearszeik territory.

Me and Rupetta went out to the King's Capital to make money, too, to escape from this.

And as far as the recent developments Lupetta has spoken, the air is getting darker and darker. I guess I'm considerably persecuting you.

"They say the Qualdenze army originally had a lot of submissive soldiers, and they don't seem to have reduced the number of submissive ancestors much due to the bizarre illness of the Great Warcraft El Senior. Must have made a difference there."

"I'm Warcraft El Senior."

Rupetta made a quick correction.

"Jewels, we haven't found them yet. So wrong. Not the Great Warcraft."

Details are fine, I wanted to say, but Rupetta sticks to these boring things.

Even when they taught me Elo, I was pointed out to be a mistake.

I used to feel just a little happy to see Rupetta again for treating me as my sister's precious.

"It was. Everyone in Wangdu calls me El Senior the Great Warcraft, so I was wrong."

"Yeah."

I thought that was it, and Rupetta kept talking.

"That's what the Levios family deliberately calls it. I just wanted to say that I couldn't prevent the Warcraft disaster because I had no choice."

"Heh..."

It wasn't a very good idea for Rupetta to think it was noble thoughts.

But I do feel that Rupetta was right, that the Levios family was talking about the horrors of the warcraft El Senior even more.

Even when I went to an institution for adventurers in the Wang capital, there was a warcraft information on the wall titled "Fear and Threat of the Great Warcraft El Senior". The content was interesting and I read it all, but it had quite a few sentences.

Since the advent of Warcraft El Senior, the fields of the King's Capital have gathered adventurers from all over the continent.

If Rupetta is right, he may be intent on spreading the name "Great Warcraft El Senior" to adventurers and spreading it all over the continent.

I was honestly impressed that Rupetta was also thinking about the aristocratic neighborhood.

"You want to say that neither of the Great Warcraft of the Great Old Age could be defeated, and there's no choice this time"

Originally, the expression "Great Warcraft" was used only for the number one threat class, the strongest and worst mature warcraft.

Are you saying that there is a Levios family desire to subtly make El Senior think he's qualified?

"That sort of thing"

"That's something unusual. Rupetta talks about those noble thoughts and conspiracies. I like that kind of talk a lot."

I meant to compliment him, but somehow Rupetta blued his face.

Shit, I didn't put it in the words, but I could easily understand you thinking so.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

"Hmm."

Maybe he was ashamed to even talk about what people told him like he thought.

Well, pursuing it weirdly here just makes the atmosphere worse.

I wanted to enjoy my conversation with Rupetta, so I decided not to touch you.

"Barriola Warcraft El Senior......? I think I got it right, though. What do you think of Rupetta?

I just think.

The Great Warcraft. To advertise it as the Great Warcraft, I'm sure the Levios family actually saw the Warcraft El Senior and were convinced.

A threat comparable to the Great Warcraft, the Warcraft Barriola.

But Rupetta didn't seem particularly concerned about it.

"I don't care about strength. Mature Warcraft is Mature Warcraft, it's all the same that can't be defeated"

It was the usual reaction. And it was a subordinate opinion of civilian origin.

My cousins can't beat mature warcraft where they've gathered how many. Awesome strong, super strong, so strong. The difference is all the same.

What do you care about is a knighthood official who sometimes fights mature warcraft with the Lord ancestors?

I used to be taught by a knight's grandfather about mature warcraft in the East and West.

A mature warcraft, an incarnation of absolute fear that you can never defeat on your own, even though you were born with a special body called your ancestors.

It is the Lord, the Ancestral Lord, with even greater power, who can fight it.

A spectacular battle between the Lord's ancestors and mature warcraft, which has been waged in previous history.

... that hero Tan, full of courage, I remember feeling something heartwarming about childhood.

"It's funny to talk about mature warcraft..."

Because of that, I am still interested in Warcraft.

As we talked about the other day, we went to see the demonic stone of the mature warcraft that the men of the Qualdenze family had defeated. I went to see it almost every day during the exhibition.

Rupetta didn't say she wasn't interested then either.

"The Demon Stone of the Mature Warcraft...... Jewelry or something, isn't Rupetta interested? Every nobleman keeps it, so we can only see it after the crusade."

As I say, I feel like I've said the same thing before.

And Rupetta said with the same look on her face as she did then.

"I'm not interested.... but I'm interested in Warcraft El Senior Jewels"

"You're just interested in the bounty."

When I was working in Wang Du, me and Rupetta were famous as adventurers who stood up quite well.

You heard that rumor, once, I got a call from a civilian in the Levios family.

The reason for the call is a job request. It was about going to the imperial aristocracy of the western part of the continent and finding the jewels of the warcraft El Senior.

"... it was an amazing reward"

"Because that's how difficult it is."

The area was rumored to be in intense contamination.

The imperial aristocrats who rule the land have tried many times to recover the jewels, even though they have not yet been able to do so.

Regardless if you crusaded, it's hard to use all your demonic powers to find the dead mature warcraft jewels.

Because the remains of mature warcraft who have exhausted their power will disappear like dust.

We must look for little jewels out of the earth where the dirt spreads, without any clue.

This is quite difficult.

The body of the slave ancestors is poor even to gather manpower and look for them. Sometimes the skin is bitter with contaminated soil, and if you go to a very contaminated place, it's even contaminated with air, so you lose your mind after just one breath and fall straight into the dirt and die.

Given the contamination of Warcraft El Senior, all slave ancestors will probably die by the time they get to the center of contamination.

That's not true of my cousins, but it's subtle whether it's worth just allocating personnel to that in the first place on the jewels of El Senior.

Only if you spare no effort is the Levios family.

If you get a treasure and its size is the same as the legendary Great Warcraft...... Guys, I don't think I blame the Levios family as strongly as I do now.

A man has never defeated a mature warcraft in the number one threat class at a time. So I have no choice.

And Rupetta exhaled.

"Money matters. I want to make it a little easier for your mothers."

Me and Rupetta were making money out of the village on purpose because some conscripts escaped, but they needed money.

The war between Špiazzek and Qordenze had already begun at the time of Lupetta's birth.

And the Qualdenze family always prevailed.

With that in mind, Rupetta is growing up seeing the reality that taxes from lords get heavier year after year.

"I'm just like Rupetta. I took care of Rita and everyone in the village."

It was Rupetta who protected me from wandering, but it was everyone in the village of Veadberg who welcomed me warmly, who hated everything and had a rough heart.

Leeta, Rupetta's mother, is also indebted to you for not being able to return it.

I think only the village chief had set up a matrix to leave the blood of his cousins, but, well, sometimes that village chief moves with his intentions, but I think the sexual roots are good people.

I've never missed my hometown, but when I think of my life in the village of Veadberg, I miss it and feel kind.

The most important place for me.

I think my home town is Veadberg Village.

"I don't know how the Qualdenze army will proceed, but hopefully there won't be any war looming in the village"

"... yeah"

Rupetta's gaze in reply to that appeared to be pointing somewhere far away.

Maybe he's worried about everyone in the village of Veadberg.

I wanted to cheer up Rupetta a little bit.

"That's right. If the Qualdenze army invades near the village, you just have to talk to the village chief and surrender. Rupetta knows the man from Qualdenze, doesn't she? If we intervene and surrender, we might be able to ask you not to loot the village."

With all due respect, I thought this might be a better idea than I thought.

Rupetta said the men of the Quordenze family highly appreciated the fact that he had reported the Zeth Holy High Society criminals and the seriousness with which he took the subsequent investigation.

Thanks to you, I was dying and I was saved by healing magic.

There will be a lot of credit, and it's not a bad idea to raise your name as a village envoy.

Assuming that where the war ended, heavy taxes would remain imposed if they remained on the territory of Spierzeik, and this could be a good opportunity to gently annex the village to the territory of Qordenze.

I tell Rupetta this thought that came to mind.

"... what? Nor will the village be burned in war. Maybe we can help."

You were taken away from me, Rupetta remained silent for a while.

But you seemed to understand right away. I don't know if you're still worried. The expression remained a little stiff, but I smiled.

"Yeah. I can protect the village with this"

"Right? You got lucky, getting to know your man. If you get into Qualdenze, taxes may be lighter than they are now, and you may no longer have to make money."

"... yeah"

My head was already filled with a bright future after the war.

If you don't have to earn money, you can go back to Veadberg Village and live with Rupetta.

I can make a family with Rupetta in that village.

That was too dazzling a future.