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

In the middle of July, Morgan came home with a line.

The outcome of the negotiations is success.

I could call not only Mathias, but three extra 600-year-old elves living in other villages.

On the anniversary of the prince's ten-year-old ceremony, the elf side took into account the shape.

Sometimes, of course, the supply of supplies not available in the woods was attractive.

Morgan and the others simply stayed overnight at the mansion and immediately left for Wang Capital.

He said he took it a little slower, but he has more work to do than be a minister.

"I look forward to seeing you at the end of the year," he left, leaving.

Now Isaac is in the dining room.

That's in the bureaucratic cafeteria, too.

There are three cafeterias in the mansion.

- Dining room for use by the family and guests of the Marquis Wellrod family.

- The cafeteria for the bureaucrats working in the mansion.

- The cafeteria for the servants.

Yet there was a reason to be in a bureaucratic cafeteria.

It's Claude and Bridget.

In the middle of July, temperatures are getting higher and it's getting sweaty.

It was to share the benefits of their magic cooling with the bureaucrats who took a break.

Sometimes, those who have finished their meals leave the dining room with a remnant on their faces.

"Nevertheless, I was on my own for about two weeks, and nothing happened."

Isaac spoke to Hans.

He's got Nico smiling.

"That would be the case, too. Seeing a meeting practice in Wang Du, you can't be naughty with someone who responds like that."

"Ah, that was helpful for once..."

Now I'm embarrassed.

"This time it's not a real meeting, it's a practice," they said just a minute ago, but they ran wild misunderstanding that they were really trying to take over the seat of the Lords' deputy.

But I don't know what the world will do because that rampage became a deterrent and, in the short term, even Isaac could leave a message alone.

But even if we talk about it, Hans still smiles with a little simplicity in his mouth to call it frozen yogurt - just a mixture of sugar and jam to freeze it.

I was more focused on frozen yogurt than I was on conversation with Isaac.

"Not at all, kidding. Eat frozen yogurt in a cool room during the hot season. Why do you feel so luxurious so far when it's just that? Even Your Majesty wouldn't have this kind of luxury."

Hans' consciousness seems to be geared towards the difference in the environment caused by the presence of an elf.

"Didn't the church have more magic to use?

Elves are not the only ones who can use magic.

Isaac asks Hans a question about it.

"What are you talking about? Humans are not as magical as elves. Church officials must leave their magic behind in case an injured person comes out, except when practicing treatment. First of all, it's impossible to use magic just to freeze food."

"Really?"

Isaac thought of those who could use magic as doctors because the church replaced the hospital.

(Well, well. You look like an idiot to use anesthesia because the doctor feels good and no longer use anesthesia for patients brought in by accident)

Because of its limitations, we have to be careful and save on usage.

Hans had something convincing to say.

"So what about Your Majesty? I hear the royal palace has a collection of wizards."

Those who are not good at therapeutic magic are hired by the royal family as Kingsguard knights.

Then they learn martial arts and arrive at the escort of the royal ones.

This was caused about three hundred years ago by an emissary from another country who took the sword of a guardian knight and cut and killed the king of the time.

Since then, a Kingsguard knight with no sword has come to hit the escort when the king meets someone.

For a few of them to stop the bad guys with their bare hands and take a way of escorting the rest of them to magically stop them.

Isaac knew about this because he was studying.

I found out when I was searching for some way to defeat the royal family.

The conclusion came to the idea that "you just have to not target the assassination on the occasion of meeting the king in a round hips state and squarely crush it with a difference in the number of soldiers from the front".

To aim for life with your bare hands is because the Kingsguard is in the way and impossible.

"Are you a Kingsguard? They would be something similar. Except for using magic in training, you should be keeping your magic warm. It doesn't make sense to provide His Majesty with cold food and not protect him when he has to."

"You're absolutely right"

Hans had a good point.

However, if I hadn't eaten frozen yogurt with Nico's face, I might have felt something more compelling and dignified.

Claude, who was listening to the two of us, speaks out like he came up with something.

"If that's the case, it sounds good to send some elves to the Reid royal family as official ambassadors. Usually if you provide a magical and comfortable life...... Exactly the talent to send to the royal family...... No, there's Grandpa! But it just can't be Grandpa..."

I've come up with sending an elf to the heart of the Reid kingdom, but I can't seem to think of the right people to hold back beside the royal family.

Mathias has long had connections with the Marquis of Wellrod and the Royal Reed, so if you're serious, you can be there for courtesies and such.

But because of the anxiety of "how long can you be serious”, he was excluded from the race by his grandson.

It's sad, but it's important to do what you do every day.

"So I'm interested in living in the royal palace, and I should go?

Bridget said something reckless.

"You should stop doing that."

"Never stop."

"Better not force it"

"Hey, why not!

Bridget swells away at three consecutive denials of insensitive fury in her hair.

"Mr. Bridget's a beauty, so I think someone's gonna come by."

"It's not a good thing. It means someone understands my charm."

"But there might be someone touching my ass like Viscount Gilmore. If you're kicking everyone in the knees, they'll kick you out."

"Ugh..."

Behind Bridget's brain, the memory was evoked when he went to make a new pact in the King's Capital.

He grabbed his hair and kicked his knee in the face when he touched his butt at the party.

Bridget also understands that "in the unlikely event that a knee kick bursts into the royal family, the present relationship will not work".

However, I am also certain that I feel something that is denied head-on and not interpreted.

"Two hundred years ago, there was a war because humans tried to enslave elves and dwarves and treat them as convenient. Some of them are sexual. It is not for a young daughter to go to a temple called the Royal Palace."

Hans supplements Isaac's words.

Basically no one hates young and beautiful women.

Besides, the elf woman remains much younger, especially until she dies of old age.

He could be tricked into being put in a mouth truck, or he could be told to hold on to some weakness.

If I hadn't been Nico, it would have been a weighty word as an adult......

"Besides, when you stay in the royal palace, you won't be able to live like you do now. It will be seen with a tougher eye as a representative of the elves, and more rigorous manners and so on will be planted. It wouldn't be as sweet as Marquis Welrod or Isaac. If that's okay, I'll talk to the village chief next time, but what?

"Grungy......"

Claude's words became decisive, and Bridget could no longer be said to go to the royal palace.

Though I can make you study manipulation and other things, an easy-going life where you are not complained about by various considerations and rigorous and courteous practices is fascinating.

It's not as light as I'd like to throw it away for the sake of interest.

"As it were, well, fine. I have a role as an ambassador staying at the Marquis of Wellrod. It's a bad idea to be ambassador of the kingdom and be alone."

Bridget refused to stay in the royal palace.

I wouldn't force it. I guess it's a stance.

I gave up fast.

"That's better. Besides, it's cheaper for me to be Mr. Bridget than turning into someone I don't know."

Isaac was pleased with Bridget's decision.

If we were to stay at the Royal Palace, we wouldn't know what Bridget would look like in the future.

It is also possible to die in the chaos of falling castle.

I don't want to do anything to kill her that's not someone else in red already.

Even Isaac could have taken into account that extent.

"Yes, if you want to live in Wang Du, why don't you join the church? Of course, with good treatment. Happy to welcome you."

Hans invites Bridget.

But look at the look on that face. Bridget looks sinister.

"You just want cold food no matter what you think...... I refuse."

- I know it doesn't mean nasty, but I don't even like to treat you like a tool that just makes cold stuff.

I thought so. Bridget refuses immediately.

All this time, Hans also gave a look like when the ruin of this world came.

Instead of being turned down by Bridget, Hans eats up to Isaac.

"Isaac, at least let Elf open an ice candy store in King's Capital. Why is it only in Wellrod!

"No, that's a job for elves that I don't want to go far from where I live...... I'd like to open a store in the King's Capital and other territories one day, but it's all up to the elves. We can't impose it."

"So is that... I'm in trouble even if it's like it was 200 years ago again. But, Lord Bridget. The Church is always happy to welcome you. I just want you to remember that."

"Oh, yeah... Thanks."

To Hans' strong invitation, Bridget also becomes an attractive laugh.

He is also in quite a position within the Church.

Naturally, the treatment should be what it deserves.

But they are possessed by the charm of cool rooms and cold food.

In this world where science and technology have not advanced, just cooling and ice-based treats are attractive enough.

Regardless of how he could make use of it, Isaac felt like he could see Hans and learn something.