Tilea’s Worries

The underground empire is noisy. I heard an orchid in my ear cooking in the kitchen. Ol said, "Walk tight!" or "Don't mumble!" or so he calls.

What? The ol' guy again, did he do something to you?

The voice was heard from the direction of a staircase in the Underground Empire. I turn from the kitchen toward the stairs.

There are lots of kids!?

There are a lot of kids walking down the stairs of an underground empire with only two sick people, usually the ones that have spread out in front of me. Looks like Ol pulled it off and brought the kids in, but what are we gonna do about it?

Looks like Ol's been playing pretty yancha when he went to Mr. Hidler's, and I can't keep my eyes open. I interrupt my planting and head to Ol. Down the stairs of the Underground Empire on a small run,

Buh!? What are you doing? Ooh!!

Sometimes Ol had the children tied up with rope and walked. I didn't see it well in the shadow of the building earlier, but now I see the kids clearly tied and pulled by the ol'.

Tobotobo walking kids like sinners being pulled around the city......

It is totally toddler abuse.

"Ol!"

"This is Master Tyrea."

"Oh, what are you messing with! Untie that rope now!

"But these guys are important hostages - hobei!

He just slammed his fist into the back of Ol's head and made him crawl to the ground. Totally, split as much as you can do and as bad as you can!

I knock the ol' out, then I loosen the kids' ropes.

And when I finished untying the ropes of all the children, I sat Orr right up from the stun. It is Question Time.

"Ol, what are these kids?

"Ha. These are the children of each settlement that we attacked in our Second Division."

Ol answers with a smile. It's two languages in stability. It irritates me, but I can't go on talking about hitting him any further here. Manage to keep your anger down and encourage ahead of the story.

"So, why are those kids here?

"Ha. I've brought you as a hostage to the Evil Gods Army"

"Hostages?"

"Thank you. These are the sons of each chief, so I was wondering if they were worthy enough to be hostages."

Ol with a full smile on his face. Apparently, you're not serious. No, you don't. I guess we're still seriously talking about this. No more, no more. I can't talk to you.

"Ol... there are a lot of things I want to hang on to"

"Ha."

"For now...... Hmm!

"Ghogga!

I'll break Ol's arm. Well, it's not really folded, I just twisted it gently. We need to bully the kids.

"Te, Dear Tyrea, there's something wrong with me...?

Orr has been holding his arms down and complaining like that in tears.

"Ol, I'll leave it at this point to say whatever you say and do. Because it won't even start now, and I can't treat it right away. But the problem is, you tied the kids with a rope. The kids must be scared!

"What's that?

"... don't you see? You want to piss me off?

"Hino! Meh, that's not true either. Forgive me, please forgive me!

Ol, who is frightened and grounded. Damn, I wish I hadn't done this from the beginning if I were to cry and apologize. I can't keep my eyes open because I'm going to run wild at this rate.

Still, it's what brought so many kids here so often. You're not a kid around here, are you?

I have kids of all races just looking at them.

Of course people, beasts, dragon men, birds...

Among the beasts, cats, dogs and international exchanges abound. I think I've used the power of the Orr family to bring them here, but there's such a wide range of talent at the place of great nobility.

But how did you get all these kids together? I'm not sure I just heard Ol's excuse for joking.

I analyze Ol's mediocre thinking.

... you've kidnapped me to play with the hostages of the Evil Gods?

We can talk about it. It's more exciting to have kids. Ol forced every Demon King's army to join the children on track. If you think a good adult has involved young girls who are not even old enough for a crappy event...

Perverted Lori, you bastard...

No, no, no, no, I'm making Ol promise that he won't commit any criminal acts since he attacked Jessica. I wouldn't be forcing you to do just about anything about kidnapping. I want to believe there.

"Ol, you must have given these kids proper permission to bring them here, didn't you? It was a joke to do all this. You won't be able to do it."

"Of course it is. The chief of the settlement is convinced to take the hostage."

I have permission for your parents. I mean, interpreting Orr's words,

Those kids...

Must be like a social studies tour. Let the little one travel. It is good to show the township of the Wang capital and deepen your knowledge. Just because you're in a settlement makes it closed to anyone thinking about it. That's what I thought. Your parents left the kids with Ol.

"I understand the situation."

"Ha. I've gathered them from dozens of tribes around the king's capital. Some of them came to offer it to the chief himself."

Yes, some parents are that educational enthusiastic.

Invite the children of all kinds of settlements to King's Capital...

I'm sure it's part of the Orr family's social service. Dra, even though my son Ol, it's hard for you to help him with his work at home!

I just couldn't get him to run wild and tie him up with rope.

"Ol. It wasn't a good way to do it, but the purpose I tried to do it is splendid. I praise you."

"Ha. Work with greater encouragement."

"So, what are your plans after this?

"Call it an appointment?

"It's these kids' plans. Where do you think I'm taking you? You haven't thought of anything?

"No. I'm going to keep you locked up in one of these rooms..."

"Oh, hey you...... then it doesn't make sense that I brought you all the way to King's Capital. It doesn't make any sense to just bring him to King's Landing and let him play in his room."

"Ha, so let us supply magic as slaves? I just wanted to lower the temperature of" Beautiful Urchin "once or so."

No, damn it. Ol, if you think I praised you, this is it. I don't understand what a social studies tour means at all.

"That's enough. You don't know. I'll take care of these girls."

"Dear Tyrea, are you yourself! We can't let something like this annoy Lord Tyrea's hand. I..."

"Fine. I'll do it. Because I make good memories for these kids."

So he took the children from Orr, and moved them to a large bedroom in the basement empire. The kids didn't make a scene and followed me quietly. At this age, I thought it was often noisy and yanked and couldn't clean up...

Yeah, yeah, you're honest good kids. Courtesy.

I just care when it comes to the dark look on everyone's face. Are you nervous?

Then let's start by relaxing the tension. Maybe you're anxious because you're just a bunch of people you don't know around. This is a prerequisite for introducing ourselves to each other and deepening our rapport.

All right, everybody, listen up.

Kids freaking out at my voice. Scared as a dumped puppy in the rain.

Why are you scared of me?

I don't know what to say, but I'm a beautiful sister. There should be no element to be scared of.

Oh! They think I'm one of a kind because Ol ties me up with rope. The kids must be mistaken for a rambling scared sister.

Damn, because of Ol...

Looks like we're gonna have to start by wiping out some abusive, scary images. I smile as briskly as I can.

"Co, Cohon. Shall I introduce myself first? My name is Tyrea. Because you can call me Mr. Tyrea or your sister Tyrea whatever you want."

"" Okay. Sublime and great Lord Tyrea ""

What the hell is that? Ol, what the fuck are you blowing at a kid!

"Well, it... Could it be that Ol, your brother just said something?

"Yes. I am receiving orders from Master Ortizio. God bless Tyrea, the commander-in-chief of the Evil Gods."

One animal man's cat answered that in fright.

God...

Don't build up a black history so embarrassing that you want to die again.

"Oh, that's enough. You don't have to talk like that."

"" Okay. Dear Tirrea, brilliant and abysmal ""

No, no...

Looks like Ol's brainwashing is pretty bad.

Ol', it's good to be on track as an evil god army, but make your mark. This is, in a way, a crime. I don't know what to do with these young kids. These kids' parents would be pissed off by the fire if they found out they had such a strange education. Orr's rampage is too harsh. I'm getting a good idea of what Edim's always saying.

What shall we do...

At this rate, you just get more nervous no matter how much conversation you have, right?

Yes! If we eat and talk about something delicious, we can solve the misunderstandings, and the kids will be happy. Let the children imagine a lovely sister who is a good cook.

"You guys, wait a minute. I'll cook you some delicious food now."

I'll be right back in the kitchen, taking out the flour and the eggs. Break the eggs and stir with the flour. Once stirred, add a little bit of milk to the frying pan. After that, add the butter and cook the better......

The kids love it too, it's hot cake done. Hot fluffy and the kids will be happy for sure.

I cook for people at high speeds.

And when I put the hot cake for the number of people I had created on the tray, I went back to the living room where the kids were in the dash.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!

When I take the hot cake, the kids make my eyes shine. I guess the sweet scent and the beautiful looks are appetizing. Some kids are drooling.

"This one. It's called hot cake. You've never eaten, have you? I'm sure it's delicious. Try it."

Kids looking at each other. He ate it, but he won't try to get his hands on it. Something is awfully distracting.

"Come on, come on, come on, don't be shy."

"Ho, are you sure you want to eat it?

"It's a good decision. There are lots of changes."

When I say that with a smile, the kids rush in and eat. Yeah, yeah, kids have to be.

The kids flatten the hot cake looking delicious.

One, two...

The children's appetite never stops. You were so hungry. Some of them are even crying. When you are so thrilled, you run out of cook profit.

When I look at the kids satisfactorily,

Is that it? What's going on?

Usako, the beast man, is stopping eating among the deliciously looking children. Eat two bites and keep the rest. He looks down and sad.

"Usako, what's wrong? Didn't fit your mouth?

"Oh, that's not true. It's delicious. I've never eaten anything so delicious."

"Then why?

"Yes, no. I'm sorry that my brother or sister is having a crush..."

What do you mean? Weren't these kids wealthy kids? I thought you were a rich lady and a little boy because Ol said they were long kids...

If you do observe closely, the children's faces are done, and I feel thin. It doesn't look nutritious.

"Then take it home for a souvenir? I don't know how far Usako's house is, but I can save it for a couple of days-"

"Can I go home?!

Usako blocks my words and speaks out like a surprise.

"Yeah, it's a good decision. Anyone..."

"Shh, excuse me. I knew I couldn't go home. It annoys the village when I return. I'm a hostage..."

Hmm!? Hostages?

I've got a bad feeling about this. Didn't I make a terrific mistake...

"Hey, hey, Usako? You said your stupid brother who tied you up with a rope earlier brought you here as a hostage, is that true?

"Yes. We were brought as collateral to pay taxes. As a hostage to kill if you don't pay taxes or rebel. But I can't afford to pay such heavy taxes."

That's what I cry about, Usako. The other kids stop eating and cry the same way.

This is not a social studies tour. Ol went to each settlement to collect taxes and really brought the children as hostages.

Probably...

(Hey, Dad. It's time for me to help my dad with his work.)

(Oh, my special son. Dad has a high nose, too)

(Well, can we go collect taxes on my dad's territory? I wanted to try it once)

(Well, that's just it. If you're not used to it...)

(No? I wanted to be a great aristocrat like my dad in the future...)

(Oh, no! There are lots of territories. tax as much as you like)

(Wow, I did it! I can fix it. Income tax is corporate tax!)

(Here. Don't forget the fixed asset tax.)

I guess we had a conversation. I'm talking about my parent, stupid ol' father. I must have entrusted full powers to my amateur ol'. Of course, Ol doesn't have the skills to handle taxes, and there's no way he can hear the downward troubles and adjust them well.

I'm sure you can use your power...

(My dad is super great. Come on, give me taxes, give me money)

(Well, that's...)

What? Maybe you won't pay taxes!

(Sorry. The crop was out of production this year...)

(Yeah, I don't hear any excuses. If you can't pay, these kids are hostages.)

(That ~ father)

Oh, please forgive my daughter.

You brought him here like this. Make the house glorious all you want.

Huh. Oh, my God. Some of it will be because of the environment you grew up in, but you shouldn't use that as an excuse. Nobles have a responsibility as nobles. Let's give Ol some tough treatment later.

Anyway, I need to take care of these kids' hearts first. I'm sure he was anxious. Maybe he really thought he'd be enslaved.

"Oh, I'm sorry. 'Cause I'll get you home soon."

"I can't go home! The village will be annoyed when I return!

That's what I cry about, Usako. Confused by the way it looked, Trao, the Beast Man, moved forward.

"Dear Tyrea, I have a favor to ask you"

"Uh, what is it?

"We can't go home because of this shivering heavy tax. Could you please lower the tax rate somehow?

Trao, you sue me with a sad face.

Yeah, I want to do something about it.

But I don't have the power to change the tax rate exactly. This is the medieval world, the absolute kingdom. I'm sure the idea of "the five public people" or "sesame oil and the people squeeze out the more they squeeze" is common among royalty and nobility. So will the Orr family, I guess. It's not easy to change this.

Being a common citizen, I have limited means to do so.

Shall I ask Mr. Remilia?

Or, forcefully, use Edim's family?

Either way, it's going to be a civil unrest in the country.

"Ugh, I want to do something..."

"Please! If the tax takes 90%, we all have to die."

"Ha!? Five public people...... not half?

"No, Master Ortizio said, 'Give 90% of the village's income as an evil tax, and if you can't, kill them all'"

Evil Tax?

You again...

Anyway, that's 90% unusual. Perhaps Ol stormed off and put it on top of the state-designated tax rate. I'm sure he simply thought he'd be praised as much as he could if he took the tax.

The children are crying hard.

I can't believe I grieved the kids...

Ol, you may have just done your usual thing, but this is out. I'll make the punishment special.

Well, the addition or subtraction may not work next time. Don't die, Ol.