The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

"Was there a Wilk?

Within perhaps half an hour of Earth time, I had an inspiring reunion with Orcian.

Well, I've felt that way thin since I met her earlier.

Orcian said someone invited him to a night club. I can bring her in. What a person. I can count with two fingers. Grand Duke Mirendorva or his son......

"Lucia, you mustn't talk too mildly, okay?

... the next head of the Mirendorva family, Mirendorva Kilode.

"Lord Wilk, I'm sorry this time. I guess she got a little drunk on the fun vibe of the night club too."

That was the first voice of the Kilode Orcian group, the Mirendorva royal line that came to the meeting point. Approximately the faces of the other houses that had already arrived, Kilaude continues to apologize only in form in such a tone as to restrain this one.

I also felt young as an aristocrat in the uncovered words of prick emanating from a high voice that was either ten years old or unchanged.

"Lord Kilode. Everyone was just waiting. Come on, take a seat."

Prince Dunkel, who perceived the sinister air, asks Kilode to take a seat. The Mirendorva family was too late compared to others, so there is only one place to sit.

This time the table provided was a round table and a place to sit at equal intervals had been set.

The image will take the form of a nobleman located at the apex of the six stars, respectively. If the upper apex is the Levios family, the upper right is the Atelahan family, the lower right is the Mirendorva family, nobody sits on the lower part, the lower left is the Zeldomitra family and finally the upper left is the Qualdenze family.

Prince Dunkel sat on my left, and the next head of the Zeldomitra family on my right. The front will be between the Atelahan and Mirendorva houses, but we'll be looking at it on Carmia's chest as well. The Orcians are peppery.

Confirming that everyone was seated, Dunkel began the conversation on the spot without standing up.

"I'm glad to be able to get together like this today. The next principals of our five noblemen, who do not have many contacts on a daily basis, were given the opportunity to meet together. I want this interaction to be meaningful."

... It's a matter of concern, but suddenly it's also impeccable to put a scratch in here, so I decided to keep it quiet.

"That said, I'm not going to talk about it all too hard. Hopefully we'll have a good time talking in the imitation of the night club."

I mean, seriously, but it's a nightclub place, so it's not a public statement. Yorosik, something like that?

I watched it go a little, but there were no apologies or explanations for attendees from the Mirendorva family.

The Atelahans had heard ahead of time about bringing Novarv in because he was Carmian's fiancée. Likewise, he heard about Dunkel calling a special guest. But the Mirendorva family was only informed that one Kilode would be present.

It would be a complete violation of manners, a one-shot exit red card, to falsely tell the number of Lord ancestors if it were a public event. However, in the case of night clubs, "I was invited by the pleasant air to follow me. It seems acceptable to some extent because of some forms of interaction such as" hello.

However, I would like you to think a little more about what it means to connect the two men who fought the King's Capital intimidation a few days ago.

Before the Mirendorva group arrived, the Prince had made a plain apology to everyone for the increase in the number of participants, but I wonder what it means to have no words from the person who brought Orcian.

You need to be sure to complain because you may be mistaken for your Qualdenze family opponent to do whatever it takes to keep your mouth shut here.

I throw words at Dunkel's lines for the timing of the interruption.

"I am delighted to have Prince Dunkel invited me tonight. I just hope your body isn't cold in the sudden night breeze..."

I feel cold over here when they bring my daughter in like this storm. No, hiya hiya.

My whole loathing thing somehow hit Dunkel critically, not Kilode. In contrast to a bitter-faced prince, Kilaude just gives a slightly irritating look.

Well, I can easily guess why Orcian was accompanied by Kilode, who has been hostile to me since just now.

Let's think while we talk about how much we're going to do back.

Lord Kilaude seems to be close to Princess Orcian.

Then he opens his mouth with joy and skill when he gets a look that he can describe as the laugh of the winner.

"Oh, does that look like it? Lord Wilke's eyes will be amazed."

Everyone in attendance sees the aristocratic boy in a happy circle with warm eyes.

It was clear to everyone that he was obsessed with Orcians. That's the boy whose actions are totally in love.

"So is it by the mercy of Lord Kilaude that I invited Princess Orcian tonight?

He answered the question in an exhilarating manner.

"My father is tough on Lucia, so I thought I needed about an occasional breath. Besides, being in these places should be important in the future."

In short, I wanted to show off my betta-loving Orcian to my surroundings in a fiancée-like way, so I guess that means I was forced against my father to bring him to a night club.

What's going on with the Mirendorva family system, your children's management... please do it properly.

"I see."

"Above all, you understand. It is my role, the next Lord, to guide her hand, which is dear to my Mirendorva."

This statement revealed the source of his anger now.

Perhaps Kilaude heard that he was in close contact with me when he was reunited with Orcian. Or maybe I heard it from a maid who came to pick up Orcian.

The fact that I held hands was nothing but safety for me, but I guess that was unforgivable for him.

No, well, Orcian is a hell of a beautiful girl if you just look at her face, and I don't think you can help falling in love with her. If I'd met her in peace too, I'd have offended her all over my brain by now.

Besides, a boy about ten years old would be thrilled with an older girl.

But when you think about it like this, I'm just an element that Kilode hates.

The Qualdenze and Mirendorva families weren't really close at first, and that's how they almost crushed my socialization, which was supposed to make Orcian's vibrant debut. I'm a victim, though.

There was no particular trouble when he met with the Mirendorva family at the afternoon exchange, and he never broke his aristocratic attitude either. I never thought I'd be blatantly exposed to hostility on this occasion right now.

This is the first time I've seen something called a loving aristocratic boy, but I find it really troublesome. Will this kind of boy evolve into a biased aristocrat? Let's ask my father later.

"I'll take your hand,"

If you're really taking my hand, you're not supposed to push it to me. It's a good idea to poke around here, but then you'll just get more hostile.

I can't find a clue to beat him back.

Anyway, if it's just an aristocratic talk, this time it's about color love, so I feel like they're going to be angry at me for totally busting the place when I make a hectic attack. In that case, the most reprehensible is Kilode, but I have to be prepared for some of the criticisms as well, having stepped through the mines.

Kilaude is satisfied with the interruption of the conversation with me, or starts introducing Orcian to the whole thing. Of course, the introduction is very short because it is not a public place. Finish with a word of your name.

"But was Princess Orcian really okay to join us? I wonder if you have any ideas of Grand Duke Mirendorva..."

It was Carmia who said so.

Kilode distorted his face uncomfortably when he received the word.

"I don't think I'm that bad, except for the sudden participation."

Unsurprisingly, it was Dunkel sitting next to her to the right who disputed the word.

"I believe it is not necessarily a mistake for Lord Kilaude to act for the righteousness of his next nominee. You just follow what your parents say, because as noblemen, you can't feed your power to stand on your own as the Lord. I hope this evening's a challenging occasion for those young aristocrats."

Because this is a place where some failures are allowed, young nobles want us to challenge them to various things. What you're saying is splendid, but it sounds like a statement that incites disturbing elements inherent in other houses, depending on how you hear it.

"Exactly. We must be one independent nobleman."

When Kilode uttered the word "one nobleman," he felt the nuance of an indelible contempt there. "Carmia is the lord ancestor of birth defects," such a thought of him came to pass. I guess you thought this was unforgivable, leaning your body forward with the kind of momentum Novarv would put on his desk. It's so oppressive that I wonder if we're going to protest now.

... I'm not getting into Carmia enough to deny Kilode's idea straight from the front. He couldn't even let me touch his butt.

However, it was decided that this was available.

"If the candle fire is blown by the wind, it will be fine. The darkness of ignorance seems to be spreading east."

"... are you going to insult me?

"Well, who did you insult"

Everyone on the field, except Orcian, would have guessed that I turned to Carmia advocacy.

It was Kirode's defeat that directed the hostility that was directed solely at Qualdenze Wilk, just because it was slightly denied.

The part that has nothing to do with sex, the operation that gives Kirode's attitude toward the Atelahan family and attacks it, somehow giving the surrounding impression that the Qualdenze family misspoke.

Involve the Atelahans even if you beat them back. Fighting one-on-one is a fool, bickering is about the number of allies.

Regardless of the fact that I brought Orcian in, I can't defend the Levios or Zeldomitra families for their contempt of Carmia directly from the front. Carmia and Novalf, who were drawn to their fighting buddies on their own, looked disquieted, but now two to one was confirmed.

"Ku......!

He understood that his own attitude had caused his isolation. He was holding his fist hard and staring at me silently.

Yes, the victory of Qualdenze. It is a winning point 3.

And there was only one human being who didn't understand this situation.

"Candles? Speaking of which, Wilk, you said that before, didn't you? You like candles?

"... Lucia, could you be a little quiet"

It was Kilode trying to control Orcian in short words, but she didn't try to shut her mouth by saying, why, why.

"Oh, yeah. Wilk, you said there weren't enough candles for the Mirendorva family, but when I asked the maid, they were all over the warehouse in your mansion, right?

When I heard that line, Kilode was stunned. Then I was stunned, too.

The Mirendorva print design, the crest of the Mirendorva family, is a three-candle stab on a five-branch candlestick and a double-edged sword pointed to the right.

The original story of this five-branch candlestick is said to be a makeshift candlestick that was installed in large quantities in the garden venue. The Mirendorva family, which is independent of the Levios family, is, so to speak, a candlestick placed on the east side.

The three candles on the left mean a bright future illuminated by the Levios family, hope for the next era. On the other hand, the two branches on the right, not stabbed by candles, are indicative of the dark end of the Far East aristocracy, which refuses to cooperate in the founding of the kingdom. By the way, the three candles also describe the majority as an expression of the Levios' predominance at the time.

And the double-edged sword directed to the right, or east, is a statement of determination that the Far East nobility will not even resign to the exercise of force if it continues to defy.

It could be described as a very palpable crest reflecting the political situation in the eastern part of the continent at the time. Invasionism is the full throttle.

Anyway, I can interpret "candle" as meaning the future, hope, and smart choice in having a conversation with the Mirendorva family. The last time I stormed at Orcian, he said, "You're too stupid to have a future."

And this time it involved the word night breeze, which I returned to Prince Dunkel just before, unleashing a high-level aversion to kirhodes obsessed with Orcians.

And yet this is how I honestly said, "There it is! The candle inventory!" and other idiots say that the attack is ruined by mouth blows. Prince Dunkel, he's laughing a little.

"Knock... oh, no, I'm glad there was a candle. Because bright things are important. Lord Wilk would think so, wouldn't he?

"Right."

It's good to have candles, bright matters. I replied in the sense of affirming the latter, but I can also accept that there was a candle, so it takes the form of steaming back the basis for my candle-zero statement on this occasion now.

Realizing that Prince Dunkel's smooth MC progression missed the time to complain, Kilode had to stare at his inventory check daughter sitting next to him with a troubled face.

Unsurprisingly, Orcian's tongue-in-cheek behavior seemed to have had the effect of greatly relaxing the field air.

Perhaps everyone was coming to this meeting in a tingly mood, from which the amount of words exchanged at once increased and the conversation using euphemistic expressions decreased slightly.

"... Lord Wilk and Lord Carmia have heard this is their first time attending a nightclub, how about it?

"I enjoy it a lot. It's so fresh to be able to dance in these places."

I give back my candid thoughts. It's a lot of fun to touch fresh pricks.

"Lord Wilk is good at dancing, Prince Dunkel. I was escorted earlier too, but we had a very nice time"

"Oh, I didn't know you two were dancing fast.... That was good. Night clubs are places where nobles deepen their exchanges, so if the next principals of Atelahan and Qualdenze could have gotten any closer, there would be no more of them as Levios prepared for this occasion."

So Dunkel made moves like, "Speaking of which, I remember" to show it. It would be an act.

"Speaking of getting close, I'm actually inviting a special visitor today.... hehe, I hope you don't blow it too loud. Like Lord Kilaude, I'm the one who asked my father out in confidence."

When Dunkel raises one hand and signals with his fingers, the civil-like human being who had refrained nearby goes down.

Apparently, that special guest and I were already waiting nearby, and it didn't take long to get here.

"Everybody knows their faces because they were on the stage in the morning, right? Lord Rhona of the Katreak family."

"I'm serving as the Holy Witch, it's Lorna. Thank you for inviting me tonight."

She smiled with a clear smile and sat at the top of the bottom where she said it on the Six Lights.

I thought it was going to be around Princess Ena, Dunkel's belly sister.

"Oh? I think I heard at noon that Lord Rhona won't be attending the night club, but I guess I don't remember."

He said he wouldn't be at the night club when he talked to Lorna this morning.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I had my father's opposition, as did Lord Kilaude, so my invitation to this place was kept secret. Lord Rhona did not speak falsely."

It's called Dunkel and a good Kilode, isn't it too much because it's a night club?

Or is it normal as the next lord of the aristocracy to defy his parents this much? I hear that it is not uncommon for the sons of the fathers to bump into their parents.

I have a problem with stories like this because I can't trust the answers I ask our knights. "It's natural to defy your parents! Reject the young man too!" I should never say. My father and I are basically friendly, so I feel like the knights are hiding information that could invite extra sparks.

While I was silently thinking about it, Launa's greeting was over.

"A priest?"

It was Kilode who said to throw up and throw up.

I can't say I have a bad attitude about this. Because as a nobleman, it's a common reaction. In fact, I could also ask how Carmia and Novalf didn't see her very favorably either.

"Even if I say priest, she's been chased by the Holy City. I don't want you to be too blind."

So this time, the prince begins to talk about the purpose for which he invited Rhona.

"It would be a little rude to put it in front of Lord Rhona, but the priest can be described as the common enemy of the kingdom aristocracy. But we don't know much about priests. Because the years of war, which were prolonged and provoked by priestly arrogance, have made the relationship between priests and nobles farther than the distance on the map.... but no one lays a sword without knowing their enemies. Don't you think it's our duty to know who our enemies are, the priests?

Dunkel pales Rhona in front of him as an enemy, an enemy, an enemy.

But she never looked particularly angry or uncomfortable. That's the same for a low-priest-like woman who stands behind Lorna's diagonal as an entourage.

"Sure, I don't even know if the priest sitting there is a real holy witch"

It's a joke-like statement Novalf made, but in a way it was right. The Levios just say, "This guy's a holy witch," and that's not what it proved.

Most importantly, Cynthia told me about Rhona's appearance. Cynthia's statue of Rhona was highly beautified and it was very difficult to extract and put together the elements, but to conclude, I believe that the possibility that the brunette beauty here is the Holy Witch Rhona is endlessly close to 100%.

"Ha, this was troublesome. Since it was my Levios and the Marquis Zeldomitra who helped Lord Rhona to exile, I can only ask you to believe me..."

If Rhona were a fake, the faces of these two houses would be rounded up more than the Levios and Zeldomitras have publicly declared. No way would I make that mistake.

But there I was inspired by one curiosity. I was wondering if the air would do me a favor.

"I don't doubt Prince Dunkel, but does Lord Rhona have at least one technique to prove his own origin?

I know. He listened to me well, even with his face. Lorna reacted agile to my words and asked permission to speak.

"There are a few, are you sure?

The words were directed at me, but the subject of confirmation is everyone present but me.

Especially when he confirmed that no one would make a denial, Dunkel indicated his willingness to accept to put it together.

"So, Lord Wilk, what can I do for you?

"I don't mind any of it. I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

Lorna rises soundless on the spot. When the lower priest, who had refrained behind her, moved the chair to the side, she took a loose step, two steps and a back walk to distance herself from the round table. I even feel elegant about that sophisticated move.

That's how she stands still once with her right arm up to an angle of about 45 degrees, attracting the attention of all those present.

He seems used to being seen because of his activities as a holy witch.

That's how she lifted her arms 90 and 135 degrees, and she activated the magic by shaking the magic in her body.

"Ooh."

"This is..."

In the next moment, Rhona's right arm was covered with white crystals.

Five or six meters is likely to be a collection of crystals, whose appearance is likely to be expressed as a single wing of an angel, no, also a giant, sharp fingertip.

"... this is the secret art of the Holy Tradition Katreak, the White Hand, maybe"

When I said that, you know, Lorna just broke the magic.

Almost all of the white crystals disappeared into sparkling particles of light, but a small part will remain on the spot.

"Our ancestor, St. Catereak, was given by his ancestor Zeth and is a miracle business. … If you don't mind, please check this out"

This way, she shows the remaining crystals in her right palm. When did the lowly priest with Rhona prepare, spreading the beautiful cloth and ready to receive the crystals?

"Let me check."

As soon as I spoke, Carmia, Novalf and I followed, and in the end everyone was supposed to confirm.

A lowlife priest approaches to hand the crystal to a maid with me.

I wanted to check the crystals, but the purpose was something else. This lowly priest seemed to have a good body, so he definitely wanted to see it nearby.

If you look at it this way, it's a huge meaty ass and leg. She is as if she were born to have a baby.... No, it's an organism, so I guess so.

Nevertheless, Lorna has a slender body like a model, and the female knight who was Lorna's escort head in the morning is in high height athlete shape, this lowly priest is a super cheap munchkin, and Cynthia is number one in the chest class.

What the hell is this bunch of privileged bodies? I wonder if even hormones that you may not be comfortable eating in the Holy Capital are mixed in.

"Young lady, this way."

Our maid puts a cloth on her desk. There was about a pinch of white crystals on there.

"... is this beautiful salt"

"Indeed, it is very similar to the beautiful salt that can be picked in our territory"

Novarv and Kilode have all made the same comment.

I pressed my index finger against the crystal and made sure it stuck.

"It looks salt......"

Beautiful white like salt, rustling. As a former Earthlings, he looks like a familiar salt.

I've just confirmed that that Mucchiri priest had this crystal in his mouth, so there's no problem eating it. Well, if it's just poison, my ancestor, I won't die.

I licked it to try it and it tasted well salted. Soggy.

"... tastes salty too"

The house in which Mr. Zeth's real sons were pleased, the Sacred Traditionalist, inherits from generation to generation some magic conveyed directly from Mr. Zeth.

I was there. The magic Lorna showed is one of them.

White hands.

It is the magic that materializes the crystals of salt, which the Sacred Tradition Katreak family has always defended.

It seems very useful to hear about the magic that produces salt, but this magic, it seems, is very fuel-efficient. Without the magic of the progenitor class, it would all disappear into grains of light even if activated, leaving nothing behind, he said.

Basically, the Lord ancestors are great all the time, so I wouldn't do the job of refining salt extensively. That's the kind of work that goes down. This kind of magic is useless if you say that you have no body or lid, because it makes no sense if your descendants can't use it.

Incidentally, the magic inherited from each Sacred Traditionalist is different, but none of it is useless.

It can also be said that only useless magic was inherited from generation to generation because magic with good performance quickly spilled out.

On the Elo continent, convenient magic comes out quickly.

For example, suppose we developed a vigorous magic in the Qualdenze family that would allow semen to come out of Dobadova. Very useful magic. If you can, keep it a secret from other houses, and only the Qualdenze family wants to keep it in their favour. But it is a very wasteful story if you squeeze too many magic masters and accidentally lose them.

Magic cannot be left behind in books, and it is easy to lose transmission because it can only be kept by communicating from person to person. And once lost, the exact same magic as it can never be exercised again.

Considering the risk of loss of transmission, it is necessary to teach it to a significant number of people, but this time the risk of spillage increases. If other houses find out about the existence of vigorous magic, they might consider the abduction of a magician to get to know it.

But the loss isn't all bad.

Because it is also well thought that the energy magic flowing into other houses will be improved and imported inversely into the Qualdenze family. If many humans come into contact with magic, so many chances for improvement arise.

Regardless of the offensive magic used for war, the Elo Continentals know in their rules of thumb that it is better to go around and be especially proactive in spreading the magic that enriches their lives, etc.

If I were to give a concrete example, it would still be healing magic.

This magic has existed for so long that we don't even know who the hell developed it. Numerous wizards continue to share over time. This can also be described precisely as an expression of the values for the magic of the El Continental people.

The healing magic has been transmitted from person to person without interruption for at least a thousand years, and it continues to remain so far. Of course it should be brushed up a bit more efficiently and more effective when it comes to passing on. The healing magic can do enough with the magic of the ancestral class, and the ancestral class is a hell of a magic that can grow even missing limbs.

The desire to help someone leads from person to person beyond time... The book I read said a phrase that made me want to believe in such humanity's goodness.

Compared to that, there's really nothing you can do about white hands.

Nobody even tries to spread the word because the Lord ancestors are only worth enough to make salt. Because it's more efficient to whip civilians and dig rock salt.

In the end, we had no choice but to survive in the framework of the traditional arts of the Sacred Tradition Katreak. For once, the magical effects of sacred traditions are widely known, so they can also be used for identification purposes, as in this case.

"I heard that this salt will also be used in Zeth rituals, is that true?

I didn't even know Cynthia about the details around here, so I decided to ask her in person.

"You know very well. Exactly. If a man of Katreak like me becomes a holy witch, he will perform the ritual with salt made by the hand of the White."

"What if someone else from the family became a holy witch? Though only Sacred Tradition Katreak would be able to make salt."

I've never heard of the magic of purifying salt. The White Hand is the only salt making magic that mankind has, although fuel consumption sucks.

Or does there exist something called salt magic of the same lineage just because I don't know it?

"In that case, the ritual will be performed using holy salt. Holy salt is the salt produced by the white hand of Zeth, the original fathers. Naturally, the number is limited."

"Do you mean the legacy of Zeth? That's what happens in the Holy City."

"... Interested?

I don't know how much Zeth salt and lots of them are left, but few folks would want to use it for rituals because of the limited number. The Katreak family has drained many historical saint witches, starting with the first Sacred Witch/St. Catreak, but you mean there was such a karaki?

White hands are useful magic in the priesthood.... No, I feel treated like a treacherous person when other places use it because it is recognized as one of the sacred tradition magic. The status of the Katreaks in Zeth is a stone's throw.

"Somewhat."

I am a little interested in the Zeth tradition, which only the Holy Witch knows, and in the dreary political struggle of the priests, but not enough to ask on this occasion now.

Lorna wasn't happy with my reply, she was staring at me. There's no way you can say you're interested in Zeth in a place full of nobles like this.

"May I have a moment? Looks like you're ready for tea. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Using Dunkel's voice as a signal, the maids of the Levios family approached each other.

Everyone understands this preference, so I don't complain about the late preparation of tea.

"Let me give you a brief explanation from me hosting this occasion. Tea leaves first..."

This Petite Exchange also combines a slightly unusual tea party.

The attendees, Qualdenze, Atelahan, Zeldomitra, Levios and Mirendorva, each had their own playful element of bringing what they needed for a tea party.

The Atelahans bring tea leaves, the Zeldomitras sugar and the Mirendorva baked sweets. This is a play you can do because you are an El Continental aristocrat with no such act as poisoning.

"… and finally, the tea utensils are provided by Lord Wilk"

Tea utensils were brought in from the Qualdenze family.

The Prince's assumption was that the Qualdenze family was a baked treat, and the Mirendorva family was supposed to have the fruit in charge. But I told him to leave the tea set to me, and he decided to bring it in.

The delay in preparing the tea would undoubtedly be caused first by tea utensils brought in from outside. The servants of the Levios must have prepared themselves carefully.

"Mm... Can I pour you some tea in an ancient baking vessel?

"Beautiful colors. It's shiny."

"Ah, Lucia. Touch it carefully. This is very valuable."

Since more tea utensils were lent than the prescribed number, tea utensils reach Orcian.

When I gathered at this place, I recall being asked many times by euphemistic expressions whether it would be good for the Prince to send out tea utensils to Orcians.

"Lord Quirode, they say this is a new vessel made in Qualdenze. I've never been over touching it with care, but I want you to be assured that there are no problems with pouring tea.... right, Lord Wilk?

It would be a question to re-inform everyone, I honestly affirm.

"Not an ancient grill? Made in Qualdenze? Ha, no way. That's not true. Whiteware is a lost beauty in the past. Prince Dunkel used to be one too. Can you make such glossy whites?"

Kilode's lines were prestigious at first, but the volume slowed down gradually. You must have seen the reaction around you and realized that your eyesight was a mistake when you decided it was ancient baking. At the end of the day, it was already a voice tone that would elucidate against Orcians.

The first effect I had beaten back, or he got quiet as it was.

"Highly regarded with glossy white. Thank you, Lord Kilode."

"That's not what I meant to say!

I don't know, I don't want to be hostile to the Mirendorva family.

Even I don't want to stir it up. Don't say it back. If you keep your mouth shut, the Qualdenze family may be numbered, so I just have no choice but to return the loathing. I mean, Kilode is bad.

"This is a different kind of tea appliance from the afternoon exchange."

"Exactly. It will be a different thing from what I gave to Lord Carmia and Lord Novarff."

I noticed that Lorna was staring at me as I looked around, appealing to her that it wasn't around to use.

"Lord Rhona, I have a different taste than ancient grills, how about that?

"I think it's strange white. When this vessel is centuries old, will it turn into the white we know well?

I wasn't sure what that question meant.

The whiteware of the antiques known as ancient baking is completely different from the one made with the bones of this thick ravioli. Maybe.

Even if the colour changes due to deterioration over time, it will not be the same as the ancient grill.

"Come on, how about that. I was wondering if the answer would be something only time would know."

Stupid. Honestly, there's no point in answering that it's a different method, so it's a good idea to roll it in smoke appropriately.

"Really? The Quordenze family had once lost magic...... you had the magic of whitening. That magic could only be whitened by vessels made from the soil of parts of St. Navenpos, but did it mean that it degenerated and became familiar with the soil of Quordenze while connecting and communicating the Holy City far away?"

Were white vessels made in St. Navenpos in the past magically made white...... It was a surprise to me, though it was Rhona who said it was too obvious.

And it's whitening magic, magic that doesn't seem very user-friendly.

"... If you think of the ancestors of the Quordenze family, some of them have been handed down with cotton. That once lost cause will be resurrected to this world, which I think is so wonderful. Yes, we must rightly inherit all that was entrusted to us by Zeth, our first fathers, and connect them to future generations. Because that is what leads to upholding the right faith. I've always wondered if I could get along very well with the Qualdenze family..."

"Faith Priest"

A cheap priest, who had refrained, rushed over to Prince Dunkel's troubled voice.

"Holy Witch, calm down. Don't, Holy Witch."

"Priest Faith, listen to me. I want to talk to the Qualdenze family for once. It shall not seem to me that all these patrols are guided by the Spirit Zeth. The last chance to correct the current distorted world may be approaching. It is not just the birth of a new ancestor, Master Orcian. Oh, my God, I'm left here now in the Quordenze family more than in the Holy Order Pluotista..."

"Holy Witch!

I smell Cynthian.

Of course it's not the smell of boobs, it's the smell of a nasty Christian.

The butt priest, called Faith, got permission to leave his seat temporarily or left to hold Lorna.

"... Lord Rhona is usually calm, but sometimes that happens."

You mean you've already done it several times in the Levios family, to see from Dunkel's talk?

I don't think anyone would want to believe in Zeth if they saw that one. Is it really okay for an organization like that to be the head of the faith?

Kilaude threw up in a spooky tone, as he represented our hearts left behind.

"Is that what a priest is? You're way off track."