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

At the end of the greeting response, Isaac sits back on the couch that was available at the wall.

(I don't remember who anymore...)

One visit after another sinister old man or beautiful mature woman.

Originally it was good to be full of beautiful men and women because it was the world of games, which in turn had created a situation where people were full of characters with no features on their faces.

Probably about the first Alice I remember properly.

That curly hair really impresses me.

I'm not sure I can match my name with my face, even if I'm greeted again by someone else.

I honestly thought Lucia was amazing at remembering all the opponents.

At a time like this, I also felt it was a kind of talent to remember people's faces.

"Good luck"

A cup with juice is offered before Isaac.

Looking up, there was a middle-aged woman with a tender face around fifty.

"Thank you. Um..."

I'm glad they offered me a drink, but I don't know who it is sappy.

I talked to over a hundred pairs of opponents, so I guess someone's wife didn't come up with a name.

Read Isaac's confusion like that, or she'll name it.

"I'm Joanne Halifax. Lucia's mother. I mean, it's your grandma."

"Are you a lady! Nice to meet you......, so is it good?

"It just happened when I was a baby. It would be nice to meet you. Nice to meet you, Isaac."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am"

Indeed, Joanne has a face for Lucia.

To the extent that I believe it if they say it's my grandmother.

Isaac stands next to Joanne and shifts his gaze to a middle-aged man with arms in front of his chest.

I'm not trying to keep an eye on this one.

"So that's your grandfather?

"That's right. Phil, give him a proper greeting."

The man known as Phil has a tough face.

"... Viscount Fildinando Halifax. Looking good, above all."

"Already. Sorry, this guy's lit up."

"There's no lighting!

I get eyes on Isaac when I disagree with Joanne's words, but I quickly deviate.

"I just don't like it.... Why didn't you get engaged to Tiffany?

"Huh?"

(What are you saying all of a sudden?

Isaac didn't know what Fildinand was talking about.

Tiffany is my cousin.

Marriage to my cousin was legal in my previous life, but I haven't heard much of it.

Maybe it's not unusual in an aristocratic neighborhood.

But I didn't really intend to get married, even if I put aside that my chest wouldn't develop very well in the future.

Because the perception of "family and friends" was stronger than "heterosexuality".

"If you were engaged and son-in-law, I'm glad you didn't feel as narrow-shouldered as you are now. Something I should have said I liked Tiffany."

"Eh...... I like Tiffany, but you're a friend."

(Worried about me..., huh?

I'm really confused by Fildinand's attitude.

Trying to calm down, take a sip of juice.

It was a little sour apple juice.

The pleasant scent tickles my nose and soothes Isaac's mood.

"It's not too late now. Get away from me and bring Isaac back."

Fildinand said to Lucia.

After all, I guess you don't mind Melinda harassing you as a parent.

"Father! There are good things and bad things to say."

"Exactly, and Isaac is an important trace of our home. Previously and always will be."

In keeping with Lucia's words, Morgan also appears.

I kept my distance for the Viscounts of Halifax who rarely met Isaac, but I just can't overlook the current course of the story.

Fildinand was surprised for a moment by Morgan's sudden appearance, but soon regains his mind.

"But Lord Welrod. Her son-in-law welcomed Mrs Melinda as she said, 'Although there are differences in status, I will definitely be happy'. I am still receiving greetings from Lady Melinda and those associated with the Marquis Wilmente family. Put that down, too, Lucia and Isaac. Can you call this a happy situation?

It is not like a nobleman who is supposed to be "home first" and protests without being frightened even by the Marquis owner.

Isaac watches the figure in a more harrowing mood than he thinks it is reliable.

"... Sure, Randolph has something he doesn't rely on. But I'll take care of that. And I just wanted to say, Isaac doesn't feel like he's going to do something about it."

Morgan laughs bitterly.

"Isaac, Your Majesty is here for you. He wants to talk to you in a separate room."

"What is it!?

Fildinand looked surprised.

"It's not just a greeting, it's another story."

Fildinando complains.

There is no parliament in this country.

It is determined by secret room politics.

Apart from what King Elias decided, the country is driven by a few people in top nobility and important positions.

Isaac, who is not the owner, is called to a separate room to talk other than to say hello.

It was evaluated as "worthy of hearing".

Even Fildinand, the head of the Viscount family, has never been called to another room by Elias.

Fildinand had heard of "Isaac doing a lot of things," but he didn't think it was enough to be appreciated by the king.

It's because I'm at the Marquis' house that I've been able to do so much.

- In the Viscount House, which is just a deputy to a city, Isaac's talents cannot be harnessed.

If you think so, Fildinand is also hard to say, "Go back to your parents' house because you're not well treated".

Because we can't give them the same opportunity.

- There's a place where you can use your talents and a place where you can live discreetly and peacefully.

I can call them both happy.

But if the happier place is one way or another, that depends on the person.

If Isaac himself says, "I want to go to Viscount Halifax's house," more than showing a single scale of talent, taking him home can only be harassment.

"Isaac, how expensive and fast flying birds will need a time to rest their feathers one day. I'll get you a place to rest whenever you want."

Fildinando said so best.

"Thank you. Grandpa."

Isaac was thankful.

(Glad to hear it... That's not what I'm saying in front of the other grandfather.)

- And I was thinking in my head.

Morgan said he said something too, but it's hard to argue only with a situation where Randolph can't say he's out of protecting Lucia.

I just stare resentfully at Fildinand with a complicated look on his face.

Maybe she keeps saying, "I made Melinda my wife, so Lucia gets a divorce" for a long time.

So I guess Isaac and I were kept at a distance without being called home.

It's great to be overflowing with family love, but when you go too far, it's only poison.

"Then I will go because Your Majesty seems to be calling for you. Your grandmother is well. It would be nice to see you again."

I'd like to talk to you a little more because I could see you, but it's the king's call.

I can't keep you waiting forever.

Unfortunately, we head with Morgan to the king's waiting room.

"By the way, does Your Majesty know what I can do for you?

"Apparently with regard to the elves....... Isaac. Whatever answer you give, I'll back it up."

Isaac gets anxious about the way Morgan says it.

"... that's kind of an unpleasant way to put it. What is the appropriate answer?"

"They told me not to tell you the answer. He wants to see what you think."

"What does Your Majesty expect from a seven-year-old..."

There was no answer to that question.

I guess Morgan thinks the same thing.

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"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm bringing Isaac in right now."

"Good."

When Elias nods to Eagle Deep, he nods with a gesture to be seated.

Isaac doesn't know where to sit, so he heads next to Morgan.

Elias is the top of the table.

Two powerful men, such as samurai, on Elias' right hand side.

On the left hand side sits Jerome, the Chancellor, in the order of Morgan.

Given Isaac's side of the spectrum, it's probably the Wilmente and Wallick Marquises across the street.

Isaac hasn't sat down yet.

"Your Majesty, I'd like to see you first. I'm Isaac, son of Randolph, Marquis of Wellrod. It is an honor to meet His Majesty."

Before you sit down, let's start with a greeting.

So educated.

Even if Morgan sat there without saying anything, that's because he's exchanging greetings in advance.

It is a rude act to sit with Isaac until he has not yet exchanged greetings.

"Aren't these details also checked? I thought," I was vigilant using my experience in employment.

"Um, sit down. Sounds like you're kidding me."

"No, I'm still in the middle of an education. Not enough to get you out in front of Your Majesty."

As Isaac feared, it seemed a light check of courtesy.

Elias has the same green hair as Jason.

The gentle smile he looks like the father of a maiden game-based main character.

He's about the same age as Randolph, and will reach thirty or not.

"Isaac, needless to say, His Majesty Elias, the one sitting over there, is revealed to be king. And the Marquis of Windsor I met before. Marquis Donald Wallick sits on the right across the street. Marquis Dean Wilmente on the left. Remember what kind of position you hold?

"Absolutely."

Every house is a house involved in the main part of the game, so Isaac is also studying properly.

Marquis Donald Wallick is Minister of Defence.

Each lord is entrusted not with his own army, but with the formation and maintenance of the Royal Army in the kingdom's direct jurisdiction, etc.

Despite his desk work main job, the old man felt something called style.

The Marquis Wilmente family is a marshal.

I am entrusted with the role of leading and fighting the National Army's actual forces.

The Kingdom of Lead hasn't fought a war in the last decade or so, but it is wrapped up in the intimidation of a war-torn warrior.

Isaac is also heavily concerned when he thinks he's the one who needs to be defeated one day.

"Nice to meet you all. I don't know the right or left young man, but thank you for your guidance."

In the meantime, keep it snarky.

A place where the king and the head of the Marquis family, the head of the Reid kingdom known as "4W", meet.

Isaac had to get out poorly.

"You're a literal young man."

Marquis Wallick makes a sound like a shudder.

No way, because I really didn't expect a child to show up at the Lead Kingdom top meeting.

"Certainly young. Don't be too young."

Marquis Wilmente looks at Isaac with a worthy gaze.

I guess we're trying to figure out how much Nathan's rivals are on this occasion.

…………

The Marquis of Windsor said nothing.

Sometimes knowing Isaac's track record, one thing comes to mind with Pamela even when she's about to say something.

In order not to say anything inadvertent, he was thorough in securing time to calm his mind and watching the flow of the place.

"Well, don't say that. I asked for that child's opinion."

"Ha."

Isaac gets nervous in Elias' words.

"First of all, how friendly is Elf trying to build?

Didn't you know that at the meeting?

Isaac thought so, but the content also changes from talking to adults and to talking to children.

Elias and the others wanted to hear the truth about the elves spilling alarm on their children.

"I think we're seriously trying to build a friendly relationship. But it depends on the human side's response. I'm not sure what that means, but it seems that women are most afraid of being made sex slaves."

"Again..."

First, I cut him out of this topic so that he could believe Isaac's words.

Viscount Gilmore's demented commotion is new to memory.

I subtly appealed to her that I didn't know the sexual meaning, but I told her that I was afraid.

"Humans are also bad at war two hundred years ago. But that bad person is already dead, so we can get along. Still, there seems to be a strong vigilance for bad people living in this day and age. It also seems to be a strong argument that we don't want to be too far from our own realm, the woods."

This is also true.

But it is also a restraint to avoid employing elves by other nobles.

You can build a strong relationship with the elves by yourself.

It was not meant to give way easily to other nobles.

"Right. So, street maintenance throughout the kingdom is tough? I was hoping that the Chamber of Commerce would build a path through the kingdom."

"I think that's okay. But I don't know how many elves there will be that you can go out and earn money far away. For those who are anxious, first get used to it on nearby wellrod territory, then to other territories. I'm thinking...... but I don't know because it's up to them"

"I see, do you need time? Two hundred years of severance is a long time."

Elias puts his hand on his chin and thinks in.

That's just not the kind of idiot who tries to get in his mood and "just force the elves to work" is on the spot.

We all understand that it's the most important way not to do it.

"Is it possible to get the streets of Greater Will, the king's capital, to be built first from Wellrod, the territorial capital, and from there to other territorial capitals?

"Probably fine. You'll be away, but you'll have enough people to build a single street."

"Right, right"

Elias nods again and again, grinning contentedly.

Street maintenance is a business that is visible and understandable to the public.

It is easy to let them know that you have developed a friendly relationship with the elves.

"So where do you think the next priority for Wang Capital should be to develop it?

"What, no. That's no way to advance from someone like me..."

(Harassment or this guy!?

You can't let Isaac talk about that.

Wherever you stand, there will be dissatisfaction from somewhere.

Your Majesty, Isaac...

"No, I want to hear from this person"

Morgan also understood and tried to stop it.

But Elias smiled and controlled it.

(Goddamn it! I knew you were Jason's father! Parents and children, you shitheads!

Isaac sees and knows about Jason on the offensive site.

- Higher heroin liking starts giving unscrupulous orders to other offensive characters.

- If the order can't be fulfilled, curse in front of the heroine, and forgive the failure of the big prince.

Elias is also said to be King Xian, but the same as Jason.

By overthrowing Isaac, who made a name for himself in the elf relationship, letting him fail here and discredit him a little, and allowing it to "That's Dear Elias. You're generous," but you want to be told.

Isaac desperately thinks of a way to get through this place.

(First of all, the Marquis Windsor family...... You can't. Neither can the Marquis Wilmente, nor the Marquis Wallick. How do I...)

The same aristocracy means that if you choose the Windsor Marquis, you will be dissatisfied that the Wilmente Marquis and the Wallick Marquis, the King's party, have been "lightened".

Perhaps Elias would also say, "Are you going to follow the aristocracy and take the king's authority lightly? You might think."

So this is no good, either, when it comes to the Marquis Wilmente family, which is connected to his belly brother.

No matter how many relatives, I have a very strong dissatisfaction that the same aristocrat, the Marquis of Windsor, has been left behind.

Then it would still be better to choose the Marquis Windsor family for the sake of having allies.

The Marquis Wallick family is out of the question.

The Marquis Windsor family, the same aristocracy, would have very strong grievances, as would the Marquis Wilmente family, a relative.

The Marquis Wallick family is a king partisan, so they won't appreciate it as much.

He was a bad hand at turning everything else against his enemies.

Isaac thinks desperately.

No problem with some things, but if you choose one, the corners will stand.

(Well, you just have to choose!

Isaac arrived at the idea of reversal.

If you choose to have horns, you just have to make your own choices.

"What if you decide by whale pull?

"You think it's a wuss?

Obviously Elias seems dissatisfied.

But I gave Isaac confidence that his face was the right answer.

"Yes, it is. Because it is God who inspired the Reid kingdom to forge friendly relations with the elves. So I think we should also leave it to God to decide where to make our way"

The appearance of a child giving a solid answer until earlier was not there.

What we have here now is the appearance of an innocent child who believes in the existence of God on an annual basis.

Those who were here cannot hide their confusion at the transformation.

"Certainly whaling is a good idea. Sometimes it's good to put it in God's hands."

Morgan took control of the vanguard while the others were bewildered.

Now if you say, "No whaling," that would be against what Morgan agreed.

We don't just have to deal with Isaac, we have to deal with Morgan.

The King's authority is strongest, but the power of the Marquis Welrod family is not something that Elias can ignore either.

There was no reason to confront each other head-on, so I decided to pull this place off a lot.

"Right. Sometimes you can decide with a whale pull. I'm not talking about the fate of the nation."

Isaac exhales a sigh of relief without even fixing the surface.

(I hope they thought I was a kid who couldn't decide things on his own. That's about enough to take back later)

Isaac is still not going to compete with any house.

Running away from these judgments should not scratch your name more than being a real child.

That's what I thought.

But in fact, the other way around.

"An unusual kid who could cut through the question now, even though he had Morgan's cover," he was seen.

Especially Marquis Wilmente, who had changed from an eye that would identify Isaac to an alert eye.

At the very least, the damage is evaluated as rejected because of the brilliant handling of the question.

"Can you tell us what else you felt about the elves?"

Elias, who didn't like it, asked Isaac to "talk further".

"Well, let's talk about meals."

After that, Isaac never asked me any tough questions because of what he told me.

"We still need to talk," Morgan said, remaining, so Isaac heads to his family alone.

(I was invited, so I was prepared to some extent... This is tight......)

Ever since he was reborn, those who have been hostile to him have been equal or inferior.

This is the first time I have been hostile to those who are superior to me.

Because of that, Isaac was more tired than when a lot of people came to say hello.

When Isaac returned to his mother, he began talking to Fildinand and Joanne.

The time came unexpectedly early when my grandson could rest his feathers, and Fildinand didn't seem to be in the mood.