Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

I was rocked by Alba's carriage and walking in the wilderness.

He seemed to like a great story and couldn't stop the conversation.

In particular, he had been asked the part about himself and Scott's encounter over and over again.

"Well, my brother-in-law was a bandit at the time, only my sword came on and you say this, right?" I can't give you my life, but aren't you going to learn swordsmanship from me? 'Holy shit! "

"Ha, ha"

"Come on, I tried to kill my brother-in-law in an archery of swordsmanship, but he's strong! Besides, your brother-in-law's swordsmanship isn't about me, it's about swordsmanship, so it's like a battle!

Scott's swordsmanship is different from the world I was in, and he's swordsmashing a blade.

Rather than targeting the other body, there is rationality because you dare to target a blade that is supposed to be a shield to protect your body.

But this swordsmanship seems perfectly selfish, and I'm sure it was easy to imagine that this was a swordsmanship he was built to avoid hurting his opponent.

"So, I listened seriously to that guy's guide all day to get beyond that guy and encouraged him to arch, and one day I beat my brother-in-law!

"Yes."

"But he didn't beg for his life, he let go and praised my growth! At first, I thought you were a madman, the Mercures."

"Yes."

"... you, are you listening properly?

"I'm listening."

At least not until the tenth repetition.

No matter how much free I am, I have trouble being told the same story over and over again like this.

I don't know what I'd do if I let it go, and I just have to be quiet.

"Then I really came up with something about that guy."

"For example?"

"Like, 'Why would that guy be so nice to me?' or 'Maybe he's just scared of me.'"

"I see."

"Well, one day I got poked at work and spilled by guys from the same industry."

"Really?"

"But then my brother-in-law came to help me, I thought you were weaker than me."

"Indeed."

"But he was strong. Anything to protect you will make you stronger."

"Really?"

"Then I was his disciple... whoa, was it on already?"

Aruba didn't realize it was because he was obsessed with the story, but he had already plugged it into Borderline Uncle territory.

The peripheral boundaries surround a large palace in the centre, with a glimpse of stone houses and a good view because it is on a high platform.

And when I was relieved to think I'd finally be free of his old stories, I was struck in the ear by him.

"... two good ones"

"Yes."

"One, call me as soon as you want to hear the story. And don't call him the Bethenburg Border Uncle."

... The first didn't sound very good, but the second is why?

You should be polite to call me Uncle Borderline normally.

With that in mind, the way the carriage went was stopped by the gatekeeper.

Aruba looked at them like that and narrowed his eyes, placing one hand behind his head.

"I don't think so, Alba. Hi, the Mercures have a delivery for Bettenburg's husband."

"... from the Mercury family? Haven't you heard from him?

"Hey Lazareth. Give me that pendant."

"Yes, sir"

I take the pendant off my neck and give it to Aruba.

He received it and showed it to the gatekeepers.

"It's urgent, so this is the pass."

"... fine. But we don't take any responsibility."

"Bruised. Excuse me."

Alba lowers his head floating and then returns the pendant to me, which was in the back of the carriage.

At the same time, Aruba came with words added.

"Yeah, well, if you lose that pendant, you won't be able to listen, so be prepared."

"... Yes"

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We left the carriage and walked inside Bettenburg Palace.

The palace was a turn bigger than my house, and the floors and walls were made of marble, polished more nicely.

And it was also the first time I had seen with this eye the existence of a maid often employed by the nobility.

Nothing, I'm not jealous.

After a short walk, Aruba rambled through the large wooden door at the edge of the hallway, calling out.

"Bettenburg's husband. Deliverable."

"Oh, I'll open it now"

When the door made a heavy noise and opened, there was a white-haired, skinny old man with monocle smiling.

When Aruba meets him lightly, he signals by hand to me to give him a pendant.

As I tried to give him the pendant, the old man gently pressed it with his hand.

"That's okay. I know the general circumstances. Scott, when the boy with the pendant comes from you, he tells you to hide it."

"... Soka. That sounds like a lot of quick talk."

"Hmm. Well, he's a genius."

... What is this guy saying?

But I got the impression that his standing behavior was somewhere far from ordinary people.

I don't know...... does that mean I don't have any clue?

"After all, Scott, have you passed away? I lost a spare man."

"... what about you?

"... I wonder if you are Lazareth you? I'm Bettenburg. Well, I don't mind you calling me Bettenburg."

"Shouldn't you call me Uncle Borderline?

"I don't like the way you call it. Somehow, isn't it like 'the nobility of the border'"

... Well, sure.

But if they call it rude, but it's a periphery, you can't deny it.

"... well, let's just say that story goes into my room, with social studies. Alba, are you..."

"Uh, me. Hey, cute kid. I caught you, I promise to see you tomorrow, right? So you can't stay here very long..."

"I see. Next time you introduce me, too."

Alba closed the door with a face that said, "Are you serious," although he wouldn't put it in his mouth.

After dropping him off like that, Bettenburg recommended the chair and cocoa to me with his hands, and he himself left his body in the chair and smiled.

"Let's welcome it. Mr. Lazares-Mercius."