The Peerless Kobold (WN)

For this reason, Maple says Orgens Radcliffe was a borderline ambassador ruling the Dorno territory of the Republic of Finland and had a mansion in Valor, a core city that excelled in the arts field.

It was only a few days ago that I visited his mansion for the purpose of conveniently arranging for those in power on the fringe and of completing Brave's adventurer registration who gained the ability to humanize.

I was just about to go home to Negura after I had finished my errands, but I was held back by Uncle Borderline, who complained of boredom by shelving the inertia, and she stayed with the two of them for a while...

"You feel like you're up to something."

A glimpse of the finest tea offered and the panna cotta made in the most popular shops of the city Valore, redirecting his gaze towards the organce in front of him.

He stabbed a spoon in the sweets boiled with raw cream and egg whites, which, when carried to his mouth, had broken his expression.

"This is delicious, don't you eat maple?

"I'll ask you what you need."

"Still, you're solid around here ~"

In a shattered tone, but rare (keen) young (...) hands (...) Lord's gaze is sharp with strong support from the people, even though rare things do not expose him to the public.

Therefore Maple sighed deeply.

"This would be a hundred (...) years (...) dating (...) above (...) I know as much as your soul dares"

In fact, if she lives more than twice as long, the Lord of Tsubaki (...) is not alarmed, and even if she is a remote kind in a large frame, she may have had several troubleshooting experiences.

In the first place, if you are not a crook, you will be able to convince the people and the Senate that you are replacing the same person for generations.

With a history to this day, Orgens, who was turned to cold suspicion, said well.

"The other day, I lent you my adventurer registration. It's quick, but I want it back."

"Well, you better get this over with."

"Of course, I'll make a proper request via the guild... it doesn't make any sense"

Maple receives parchment paper offered with the playful dialogue and reads out an overview of the incident in the village belonging to the neighboring Rival territory described.

Prior to last fall's harvest, the village, which had suffered water damage, was unable to recover from the effects and was unable to pay its spring taxes, so the tax collector did his best to drive it back.

"The taxpayer was the lord's cousin, and he was injured."

"Something troublesome inside..."

If a peasant injures a lord's younger brother or something in a maple country, it's not strange to be immediately jumped in the neck.

Further reading parchment seems to be a felony in the Republic as well, and it appears that the lord of the matter attempted to capture the villagers and their families, some 80 or more, who sent guards to the village to elope.

But the peasants, mainly the son and wife of the village chief, who were seen as masterminds, ran off and fled into the woods that separated them from the Dorno territory.

"Isn't this... something you can ignore?

"Oh, oh, sweet, not like you."

"Only as a general theory."

Although it does have a bad aftertaste to abandon if you ask, I don't really feel the inevitability for Orgens to move on this.

"Mm-hmm, but... I'm heading this way across the border."

"Are you sure about that?

"Rather than the wisdom of the village chief who supported them in the shadows of the escaped."

When I was told and looked at the end of the sentence, my signature did become the village head of the village of Diel, and it was tightened with contents demanding the protection of the fleeing peasants to the popular Dorno border uncle. They are politely escorted to the route they plan to travel.

"You're right, you can ignore it... but I don't care if it flows this way and gets wild, and I'm just thinking about expanding arable land around the city, so I don't mind incorporating the registry"

"... I mean, you should protect the runaway peasants"

"What do you think, will you take it on?

For the time being, Maple minds his thoughts and thinks about the two little ghosts he takes with him.

Occupying the mansion's study would make it difficult to refuse the landlord's favor with regard to Brave, who is a book bug, and Sword has never refused her favor because of how she shared a part of her soul.

"For once, I hear your intentions... but I will consider them positively"

Saying so, she took the spoon and included the cut panna cotta in her mouth.

"Mmm, delicious... but sweet, just like you"

"No, I'm not just moving with good intentions, either, am I? Don't say mercy isn't for people, if you make a good impression like this... you'll live when you have to."

Until recently, Maple thought it was his sacrificial art and his arm, which was lost to men and made him lord... but the vampire Borderline Uncle was still an inedible opponent.

"... you kept quiet about the breeding of Greedy Vipers."

As calmly as there is a place for greedy serpents to nest where the fugitive peasants go, it seems like something Orgens would know.

Perhaps it has been calculated that they will be attacked, and having the Maples do a serpent crusade is within planned harmony.

Slightly, angrily, it maintains the rigid thread junction, waiting for Brave and Sword to drive the rest of the snakes out of the loose spot.

Eventually, as the sound of the stiff body scales and the sword trident meeting, which sounded uninterrupted, also became sporadic, I could see Mother Greed as a violent serpent from the gap in the rigid thread just before it was over.