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

In the quarters, each room was given.

The kids were a little surprised because they thought they could be put together in a big room.

Put your bags down and assemble in the dining room where everyone can gather for now.

"Well, a tour of the village...... Even so, I don't know where to show you. Look, there's nothing fun about it."

That's what I say, Aloys laughs a lot.

"There's really nothing in the village. You should have gone to Dwarf City."

Claude also laughs after him.

"We'll come to the village together on the way home," he said, welcoming, but I don't know sappy what he wanted to see.

Because if you just want to interact with the elves, it's easier to call the elves operating in Wellrod territory to the mansion.

(I know that too)

I visited the village of Morane in order to protect the face of the elves who had resumed their interaction earlier.

No further purpose.

I was in a tourist mood, but I wasn't looking for tourist attractions, so I don't expect that much.

I just had one thing that bothered me, so I'll just ask you a question there.

"Speaking of which, isn't there a straw roof or a tile wooden house? It's good to have a house like a tatami or something."

- I kind of want to fall asleep in tatami.

I asked him about that feeling, but the elves gave him a reluctant look.

Even that Bridget.

It was Claude, not the village chief Aloise, who started explaining the situation.

"The house my parents live in is a tile-roofed wooden house. There are several other houses."

"I knew you had it"

(But what's this reaction? I know it sounds better not to ask, but should I?

Now Aloys starts talking to Isaac, who's having trouble figuring out how to react.

"I'd like to show you the old-fashioned house... Those people are conservative, they're not very happy with the resumption of human interaction, and if you take them, they may feel bad."

"Uh......, I see. Sounds like you shouldn't be forced to go on a tour and leave it alone."

That's what I'm talking about.

(Claude's parents said he was a passive dissident, but if he puts humans in front of him, he might start actively opposing them. I'm interested, but let's not force it)

Isaac avoided contact with the Conservatives.

Because this time it was a complete no-plan.

I only knew the friendly atmosphere at the exchange, so I'm not thinking about how to deal with the opposition inside the elves or anything.

Moreover, conservatives include Claude's parents.

I didn't want to act badly and leave a grudge behind.

"Now let me show you the square. We also prepare lunch, and we collect children close to their age. Enjoy interacting with your children until you are ready to eat."

"Thank you for your concern. It's also bad to keep you waiting, so I'd like you to show me around quickly. Is everybody all right with their health or something?

Isaac cared about his friend's health.

I remember hearing in my previous life that long journeys in carriages would be accustomed to going to the King's Capital, but some children could not sleep the day before the excursion.

I was worried that I was not feeling well due to lack of sleep.

"It's all right!

"I want to make some Elf friends soon."

I didn't seem to have to worry.

Instead of being ill, he is feeling well.

I was nagging to talk to the elves.

The accompanying adults, especially the knights of the escort, looked paler than the children.

More contact with the elves also increases friction.

Besides, I can't predict what would happen if it were contact between children.

As an escort, it means we're in an unconscionable situation.

But Isaac wasn't going to bother them into modest contact.

That's their job, and it's pointless to care about them and not make contact with the kids.

It is better to make contact with the children to create a friendly atmosphere, which consequently ensures safety.

(The question is, does it work for you?)

A new toy I brought as a souvenir for children.

I was hoping that would work.

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Many barbecue sets were available in the square near the centre of the village.

A large number of elves are moving around it.

(Barbecue for lunch! I'd rather have grilled fish and miso soup...)

The barbecue is certainly good for everyone to eat while they enjoy the wii.

Although I admit to that, I was only aware that there was soy sauce and miso, but my consciousness was better suited to you.

"Hey, guys. Here comes a customer."

When Aloise spoke to the children, about twenty men and women rushed over.

I don't know the exact age because I'm an elf, but they were mostly older or younger children around five.

Bigger kids or younger kids are looking at this one in faraway windings.

No, the grownups were watching Isaacs, too.

"I don't know, hasn't everyone seen me?

Raymond snaps anxiously.

I know because when I came to the village I was welcomed as a welcome, but I don't know why I'm still being seen.

That's the same thing with Isaac.

I was feeling a little uncomfortable.

Claude answers his questions.

"Well, yes. Elves in humans, humans in elves. A rare being is a remarkable thing."

I guess that's what I experienced when I was stationed as an ambassador.

Claude's words contained a sense of reality.

"It's nervous to be seen by everyone, but it's not a bad thing. Adults will be relieved if they can show that they are getting along with Elf's kids."

Isaac makes a positive statement and tries to calm him down.

But that made me unnecessarily nervous.

"What if I fail," I thought about when it didn't work out.

"What are you nervous about? It's okay, you don't have to be nervous like that. Unlike you, all the kids in the village are fucking kids, so it's okay."

"Bridget, I don't know if you want me to tell you."

"What is it, Andre? I'm an ambassador. He's a fine adult now."

"Title doesn't guarantee personality."

Pull both cheeks of the boy Bridget called Andre.

Looks like he's trying to shut you up by exercising his powers.

"The kids seem to be fine. Take a cup of tea until you can eat."

"Huh! Is this okay?

Norman is surprised by Aloys' words and sees Isaac chillily with an anxious face.

"Thinking with reference to Mr. Bridget, I think this kind of interaction is normal, too. Leave your stuff and rest."

"If that's what Isaac would say... Call me if anything happens."

Norman seems anxious, although he answers that he understands.

I was worried that it would be a fight with the elf child, but I was also worried that Isaac would do something about it.

However, I reconsidered that there would be no problems with the children's toys I brought.

I left this place to Isaac and left with Aloys and Claude.

Nevertheless, since it is a table within sight, it was made to be rushed in an emergency.

"Hey, Andre, you're the kid who was giving me a look around the cocoa, right?

Isaac spoke to him to help Andre, who is still being pulled on the cheek by Bridget.

Its aim is success.

Bridget reluctantly let go because Isaac spoke.

"Come on," Andre whispers cheeks.

"That's right.... Oh well. Is Isaac the guy who took Uncle Claude? Huh, I knew humans would grow up fast."

"Yeah, I'm surprised I'm growing up fast too."

I used to be about the same height when I met Andre.

But not now.

It was about the height difference between an adult and a child.

This is affecting Isaac's fast growth.

And Isaac thought this fast-growing was due to the world of games.

School property characters basically don't grow.

I guess there's also the problem with the character standing painting.

Unless you are set to have grown in an in-game event, if you are 170cm tall when you enroll, you will also remain 170cm when you graduate.

In other words, by the time you enroll, you will have lost your back.

Under the influence of this, I am wondering if my height has grown gnarly myself.

"By the time I get into school, I need you to be a little taller," Isaac hoped.

"By the way. Mr. Bridget told me that everyone in the elves basically plays the same way as humans. So I thought we'd all have fun, so I brought this."

Isaac hangs his hand on the luggage that Norman and the others have left behind.

It's not just the elves that pay attention to this, but Isaac's friends as well.

A sigh of discouragement spilled when Isaac unpacked.

"It's a wooden plate..."

"No, I'm not. These are toys called flying discs."

"This is it?

Andre took one flying disc in his hand.

It just looks like a thin, shallow plate on the bottom.

But only Bridget reacted differently.

"Oh, is this the one who's always playing with Patrick? I've been making this on purpose."

"Playing with Patrick is just a wooden dish. But this is different. I chose a sturdy tree to make it thinner and lighter so that I could earn a little bit of longer overdue time."

"But it just looks like a wooden plate."

"Yeah, it's a wooden plate."

"What are you doing with this?

Isaac argues, but he can't get around to knowing it's a toy.

"Then I only have practice. Paul, take it."

Isaac, about ten meters away, turns to Paul.

"Come on."

"Oh, come on, hey."

I don't know what's coming, Paul is confused.

Towards him like that, Isaac threw the flying disc lightly.

"Oops."

Paul grabbed it with one shot because it flew relatively slowly.

Isaac looked at it satisfactorily.

"I usually throw it to a dog named Patrick, but I thought we could play with each other like catchballs. I think it's interesting to guess who can fly far and compete."

"Hmm, wouldn't that be a bow?

Bridget's sharp point.

But Isaac had a reason to go out of his way to make something like this.

"If it's a bow, even an arrow with the arrow butt removed can hurt you, right? All you have to do is feel painful over here at best. Besides, you don't have to fix it."

Isaac also started learning bows, so I figured it out, but when I'm done using the strings, I remove them.

If you keep the strings up, it seems to be because it's dangerous.

I have to stretch the strings back when I use them.

In contrast, the flying disk is complete on its own.

You can also wash it with water when it gets dirty.

Ease as a "kid's toy" was the biggest weapon.

"In the meantime, everyone throw it. The snap on your wrist is the trick."

Isaac returns to his original location and gives him the flying disk.

Bridget also receives one and nods as convinced by a few bareback gestures.

"Sure looks like this is getting easier to throw."

She was also throwing wood plates and playing with Patrick.

From that experience, I feel that the flying disc is not just a wood dish.

"Like this."

When Bridget threw at an angle of about forty degrees, the flying disc came back to hand with a large arc drawn.

A twist occurs on her throw.

Isaac was also surprised by this.

Because I didn't think she'd be able to use it that far.

"It's like an unusual boomerang in shape and throwing. It's easy when you get used to it."

With that word in mind, the other elf children also start throwing in the direction of no one.

Have you ever used Boomerang? Most kids fly beautifully.

It was Isaac's friend who was confused here.

They don't have the experience of throwing balls, but they don't have the experience of throwing plates.

Bridget, who saw them as deceptive, took Paul's hand first.

"B, Mr. Bridget!?

"It's easy. Throw your wrist like this. I don't need your arm."

"Yes, here's the thing"

"Yeah, like that."

"Tell me too!

"Me too!

- Guidance on hand handling, closely followed by Bridget.

The other kids said, "Make sure it's on you!" and gather under Bridget.

"Shall I teach you?

Isaac's fine.

"What, why?

At that time, I felt my gaze so I looked at you and Bridget looked proud to win.

(Goddamn it! What's this sense of defeat?

Isaac had been beaten down by a sense of defeat, but the other kids were playing with the flying discs thrown in a soothing atmosphere.

The grownups said, "What are you doing throwing a plate at me? Except for what I think, the first stage of accepting me as a toy seemed to work.

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"Guys, dinner's ready."

When I got tired of playing normally and the elf kids started flying their flying discs magically.

A voice rang that lunch was ready.

Isaac keeps an eye out as everyone stops moving here.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but don't do it because you might get an unexpected injury flying by magic"

(There's no such thing as OL law or BL law in this world, but it's best not to get hurt)

Unlike in previous lives, there is no law in this world that protects consumers called the Manufacturing Liability Act (PL).

But just because you don't have a law doesn't mean you can do anything.

The memories of "feeling bad" are memorable.

There is no harm in keeping a reminder.

But Isaac's worries are laughed off by Bridget's girlfriend.

"He said it was as good as this. I'll put you to bed in the wind after lunch. Now we'll magically entertain you."

"Ah, yes. Please."

Though I answered that reflexively, Isaac's mind was about to be crushed by anxiety.

Just because Bridget's friend says, "Wouldn't something fail you? 'Cause I think."

If this is Claude's friend, I still think he could have been trusted.

Isaac and the others' tables were with Aloys and Mathias.

For some reason, Mathias' back of his hand is swollen bright red.

In addition, Claude and Bridget shall be present.

"Looks like he was throwing a plate, but what's that?

"I used to throw a plate of wood and let the dog take it. But it's an improvement because I thought maybe even humans could play with a little hands. By the way, what happened to that hand?

After answering Mathias' question, Isaac asked back.

He shyly hides his hands under the table.

"The price for being a little too shabby...... but let's just say"

"Grandpa, what are you doing..."

Claude holds his head.

How many good years and restless grandfathers will haunt me?

But only this time Mathias had a say, too.

"You don't have a choice. I've had Michelle appear in my dreams from time to time with a resentful face, but she hasn't since I turned into a smile. When I think I've become a Buddha, I want to shake it a little bit."

"Who are you and Mr. Michelle?

Michelle was the first name I ever heard of.

Isaac, concerned, asks Mathias.

"It's my wife. He died in the war two hundred years ago. Ever since then, I've been resenting you as if you hated me for something I couldn't help. I've seen it with my eyes. One day I stopped showing up in my dreams since I showed up in my dreams with a refreshing smile. It was about the middle of March."

"Eh."

Isaac sees Claude.

He was watching Isaac too, so the two gaze at each other.

(Maybe it's Matt's curse?

If it weren't for Matt, it would have ended with "you had nightmares about the past being traumatized".

But "about the middle of March," the period is consistent.

After a moment, it may be Mathias' wife, Michelle, who cursed Matt's ancestors.

I thought so, I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"Um..."

"Grandpa. Maybe I have something to do with it."

Claude told me about Matt before Isaac did.

As he listened, Mathias covered his eyes with one hand.

"Right. Wasn't Michelle resenting the eagle..."

Mathias squeezes out his words with a trembling voice.

"I always thought it was something I resented about the eagle I couldn't help. But that's not true. I guess Michelle's soul suffered from continuing to hate people. I feel sorry for myself for not realizing it."

"Grandpa..."

"I guess I was glad that you, my grandson, broke the curse. Well done."

Mathias grabs Claude's shoulder.

But Claude seemed sad.

"No, I didn't know the source of that curse was the lady. As long as you're ashamed of yourself even though you're your own grandmother. Praise Isaac, who inspired me to break the curse."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about me."

(How did this happen...)

It's a delightful miscalculation, but Isaac was only thinking about subordinating Matt.

I feel ashamed to win just as proud as I am of my handles, and Isaac waves and denies them.

It is favourably received that the figure is humble.

"Tell me anything I can do to help. I've had a relationship with Welrod since Nolan."

"Thank you"

Isaac lowers his head gently.

The expression was indescribably complicated.

But the next time I looked up, I was back on my usual smile.

"Now there's only one heart left."

"What is it?

I saw my great-grandson's face early.

"Oh, it's depressing already. I wish I could get to the lady soon."

Mathias gets tangled up in Claude in a tone that has gone away, as usual.

But there was a glimmer of tears on those cheeks, unlike usual.