The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

Morgan and Randolph are calling a clerk to have a detailed meeting with Aloys.

I just couldn't get it mixed up in a mixture of laws on the part of the Reid kingdom and things that are likely to be problematic, such as elf customs.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Bridget was eating pine mushrooms, what kind of food do elves usually eat?

Just because your hands are free doesn't mean you're bogged down.

It's also the role of the host to keep the Guest free.

Just because you're a child doesn't mean you can leave your guests alone.

Isaac talks to Mathias.

Matthias, shaken to talk about food, laughs niggardly at Isaac.

It's a slightly unpleasant sign.

"Oh, are you interested in food? You should try it because I brought it. Claude, get your stuff here."

One of those who held back behind me places a basket on the table that he would take to a picnic.

"You can eat whatever you want."

When Mathias opened the basket, Isaac was stunned.

At least it's just something I've never eaten in my previous life or in this world.

Isaac points one finger at the skewer.

"Is this a skewer roasted with inago…,"

"Right, you get it very well. It's not just fine, it's a one-stone, two-bird food that reduces the rice-eating inago."

"I see..."

(Even the tenderloin is gross, but barbecued... I've heard that insect food is nutritious, but I just can't do this)

Isaac takes his gaze off softly.

But there are maggots there, too.

Isaac's body hardens in a nauseating tragedy.

"You're the bee child.... What's up? Can't you talk about what the elves eat?

Mathias' gaze looks a little harsher.

"No. I know that some areas eat these things. But it's my first time, so I'm just checking in."

I remember seeing this kind of food in Japan somewhere.

Isaac patiently took the bee child into his hand, wondering if there would ever be anything he could not eat.

(Oh, shit. I was fine when I was a kid and I touched a bug......)

I'm still a kid, but I really think about that.

I touched any object and envied a real child who could put it in my mouth.

I bring the bee child to my sight and stare at him.

"It's a split object that people like and dislike. You don't have to eat anything."

After seeing Isaac like that, the elf of a man around thirty called Claude gave me a help boat.

Originally an elf with all the beautiful men and women.

Among other things, Claude looked the best looking with the hero correction he helped.

But Isaac shakes his head to the side.

"No, I'll eat"

If it's true, I just want to say, "Right, I'll stop."

But I can't do that now.

We're just talking about officially starting to interact.

So, you can't imitate them to deny their food culture.

This was the influence of a father who was in public service in his previous life.

'Eating meals prepared by their counterparts is the most acceptable way to interact with people with their own food culture, both domestically and internationally'

That's the idea, and he told me he's been eating fine, even with things he's not usually used to.

He was a less work enthusiastic father, but this kind of place was a respectable father.

Interaction with the elves would also likely be better in the short and long term if they ate this.

In Isaac's head, he couldn't choose the "don't eat" answer.

Because it is you who want the power of the elves more than anyone else.

"Isaac. What are you trying to eat"

But that's where Randolph noticed something was wrong with Isaac.

I have a worm larvae in my hand, where I'm about to put them in my mouth.

(Father can stop me)

When I thought so, I accidentally threw the bee child into my mouth.

I really wanted it to stop, but I don't want it to stop in the sense of respecting their food culture.

This is how I wanted to be recognized as a companion for eating the same food.

"Oh, hey..."

But Randolph is a donkey.

Even when I was little, Isaac ate insects that didn't put toys or anything in my mouth.

The surprise is immeasurable.

"They say the elves are eating these things. I just tried to eat to understand the food culture of the elves and respect each other."

Isaac explains to his father, but also in the meantime, sweetness spreads in his mouth.

I was happier with the taste like gelo at first.

Because of the sweetness, it feels good to be inviting nausea.

Still, Isaac put up with the temper.

After several bites, pour in with tea.

"It's sweet, so maybe it's for dessert. How about Mr. Mathias join us?

"What, I don't like it. I don't think so."

Because I ate it, I also recommend it to them.

It's normal.

Mathias' reply, however, was not normal.

"What? Um... What?"

Isaac can't keep up with his thoughts on too many events.

That's Randolph too - no, Morgan and Aloys, who were watching at some point, are also frozen.

My face was blue in the blink of an eye, such as Aloise.

Isaac is a key figure.

I'm not just saying I created an exchange trigger, but a grandson of a lord in an adjacent territory.

I was thinking about how to apologize for what Mathias did, but I'm just not sure what to do.

In that situation, Claude was the first to move.

He slapped Bachin and Mathias hard in the back of the head with a flat hand.

"Ouch! Claude, you. What are you gonna do to Grandpa?"

The slapped Mathias gets angry.

But Claude was more angry.

"I guess it's because I've created the kind of air that I have to eat for my kids! So I told you not to eat."

He said for Isaac in the second half.

And Claude throws the bee child into a grasp.

"We eat normally. But our grandfather lived with humans for a long time, and his dietary preferences are better than those of humans. This food wasn't meant to be forced to eat, we just brought it for reference that we're eating this stuff too. Sorry to feed you."

Apparently, some generations have a sense of resistance.

Isaac thought, "Is that true, too?"

Those who lived as long as Mathias lived longer than they lived with humans in times of peace.

Even though the elves normally eat, it's not strange whether they like it or not.

It just seems like I don't like to feed people things I don't like.

When Claude finished explaining, the other elves read the air and started eating.

To prove that his words are not lies.

"I guess I like the texture by my feet"

Bridget also looks cute and eats inago fine.

Isaac was about to throw up when he saw his legs chopped and twisted a little bit.

(No matter how cute you are, I definitely don't want to kiss you...... No, I might if I were asked.)

Maybe humans in this world normally eat bugs, too.

But all I'm here for are people who don't have experience with such things.

Those other than Isaac felt so distant about eating the inago and the bee child in peace.

"Well then... Why did Mr. Mathias recommend it to me if he didn't eat it?

Isaac is blamed. He stares at Mathias with his eyes.

"You're not eating? I had the pressure on my roots.

"It's a little prank. I was wondering if you would really eat it. Ouch."

For too bad a reason, Claude slaps Mathias in the head again.

"That's how Grandpa jokes about important occasions, so he doesn't have a good sense of trust and hasn't even been elected a village chief or anything before!

"You won't have to say that right now! Mostly I'm an elder!

"You're just going to be alive for a long time! Besides, don't tell me when you do this now, when are you gonna tell me!

From the pain of being slapped in the head twice, Mathias also says it back strongly.

It heated up gradually, and the two became arguments.

Isaac, who no longer knows what to do, leaves the two of them to go to Randolph.

"Isaac, are you okay? Don't tell me not to eat, but let me see the poison first."

First Randolph asked how he was feeling worried.

If it's a poisonous worm, it's a big deal.

I was more worried about that body than scolding Isaac for his reckless behavior.

"My body is fine. More than that, have all the arrangements been made?

I feel like I'm going to throw up, but that has a lot to do with seeing me eating a skewer of eel.

More than that, I've come up with something in my interactions with Mathias.

The desire to propose the matter was stronger.

My mouth was getting a little sour, but I ate my teeth and was patient.

"If he wants to give priority," Randolph answers Isaac's question.

"No, it's largely decided, but it hasn't even gotten to the signing. You got something for me?

"Yes, I do. It's fine for one or two of us. Why don't you come to the mansion so we can understand each other's culture and teach each other? I'd prefer someone serious, not a sloppy person who doesn't know how far they're serious or lying."

This is what Mathias made me realize.

Not just food culture, but other things like courtesy and ethics should also be different.

Broil out such differences throughout your daily life.

These things should be better as soon as possible.

Then he shows off to the nobles under his umbrella and says, "Master Isaac has an elf with him," wishing he could raise his rating.

It's good for the house, it's good for me.

I thought it wasn't a bad idea.

"I see. Is it like a resident ambassador... There's plenty to consider."

Even humans have different ways of thinking and habits if they live in different areas.

So send people into the other country and try to understand the culture and temperament of that country.

Knowing someone means stepping into their territory.

It might be better to take a step in and have a better result than to be too scared and distant.

It was also accepted by Randolph that this should also apply to the elves.

"Let me suggest that. Isaac, leave the rest to me. See if you're ready for your next bid."

Attendees also have everything to sell to the elves.

After the Elf talks, a bid will also be made on accompanying parents.

He's wondering how you're doing it.

He said to see how he was getting ready for it.

"What, but..."

Isaac looks at Mathias and Claude.

The argument is over, but I'm poking my face at each other and staring at each other.

The atmosphere is likely to start even in a fight between the beaters.

I'm the trigger, so leaving it and leaving the room just makes me feel better.

But Randolph tries to get Isaac to leave.

"Because it's okay. Become"

Randolph winks several times and tries to let Isaac know something.

(Why you want me to leave... Oh, well!

"If you don't feel well, I'll give you a reason, so spit out what you ate," Isaac noticed that my father was signaling me.

"Right. I'm going to check on you for a second. And then we'll stop by the bathroom."

Isaac winks, "Okay," too.

Plus Randolph answered in a wink.

Blood-connected parents and children, even though they have memories of previous life.

I can communicate with you to this extent.

"Oh, you can take your time."

"Yes, thank you. And then, please."

After a word of thanks, Isaac exits.

Looking back at the door, Randolph was about to enter the arbitration between Mathias and Claude.

Look at that, Isaac exhales in a ho.

(No, no, ho, what do we do? If you were going up there, this would have been where I should have gone into arbitration myself!

Isaac blamed himself for trying to leave happily because of the annoying smell.

At these times, human nature manifests itself.

I realize my immaturity and I'm just embarrassed.

And then we'll review Randolph, who cared about Isaac and took on a job that he flatly hated.

Even though I saw it from a distance, my father's back looked bigger and more reliable than usual.