Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

"... let's just eat some"

"In this situation? Heart, you're strong, Halka."

"I asked Natsuki. What to do when you don't have any information about them"

Says, 'It's good to have the dishes and drinks on the spot and talk about them'.

You think it's safest than that?

Badly said, "What about your marriage? 'Or,' What about your child? 'or' It's healthy, 'or if you say something“ common, "they could step on a mine.

In this world, I just praised my appearance and said, 'Sexual harassment!' There will be no such thing as', but it is best not to be difficult.

"What will you do, Master Ilias?

"Right. Shall I eat a little too? Some things are rarely eaten at home."

With a slightly age-appropriate grin, Mr. Ilias' gaze is geared towards a delicious looking treat.

"Well, I'll take it."

Haruka asks Master Ilias and himself to slice the cake-like treat and I cut the meat nearby into servings.

I'm also interested in cakes, but I was a little hungry, so meat first.

I was a little concerned because the meat I sliced into thin slices resembled roast beef.

"Which one? - Uhm!

My voice leaks unexpectedly.

Good saltiness and citrus acidity, not too hard on that tooth.

It has a definite toothpick, but the taste of meat is not strong enough to stay in the mouth.

Honestly, I'm in a bad mood, but there's no way I can do that.

And mannerly, difficult to replace.

Goddamn it, you're thinking of annoying manners!

Cut it thicker if this is the case...... no, you can't even order that.

Laughing with my face and crying with my heart, I put the dish I used on the table and I hold a new one.

It's okay, I still have dishes that look delicious. - Hmm?

Hulka, who gently put his hand on my arm, smiled at me.

"... ah"

Whoa, it's dangerous.

I almost forgot your job.

You said you'd already forgotten?

Yeah, I can't deny it.

But I don't put that on my face, and I put a plate on the table that I didn't even use in conjunction with Master Ilias putting the plate down.

No matter how much, because the servants are eating without their husbands eating, it's impossible.

And as if I was waiting for that - no, I guess I was waiting for the fact. A young man approached me with a smile on his face called out.

"I'll catch your eye first. Viscount Ilias Nenas, Lady. My name is Me, Viscount Tradart's third son, Zas Tradart."

"This is polite. This is Ilias Naenas."

To the man who greeted him with his hand on his chest, Master Ilias also greets him back with a light hand on his skirt.

"Mind if I take a moment?

"Yeah, I don't mind."

"Thank you. But this was a disaster, wasn't it? You think he was attacked on his way here? Were you hurt?

This nobleman must have heard and known about the thief.

All of a sudden I'm going to talk about it.

But even though what you're saying seems worrying, it might be awesome not to feel worried at all.

"Thank you for your concern. Fortunately, no one, including me, has ever been hurt before."

"It's superimposed. You had bad luck even though it was short (...) Y (...) distance (...) distance (...). Aren't you struggling with a bandit crusade or something?

"No. No problem at all. The place that was attacked was also a delicate place, the border between our house and Baron Diaz's territory. You know how difficult it is to get soldiers out, if you're noble, right?

"Yeah, yeah, right. Realms are quite difficult. But all the leading soldiers of the Viscount Nenas family heard the story that they weren't very good at the job of saying that. I thought you were a little grumpy, but it depends on what you said in your old age."

Dear Ilias, and Zas Tradart, even though they smile together, they don't look a little friendly.

What an aristocratic, worried breeze, yet totally unheartening conversation.

"It's okay. There are good adventurers in my territory."

"Well, that's it? I heard rumors..."

Zas Tradart's gaze turned towards Chirali and us, so I left him in a light meeting, but that gaze clearly looks suspicious.

Elf, it's not an age issue, probably because it hasn't been rumored at all before.

"Yeah, he's a very good adventurer. I don't know what rumors you've heard, but I'm sure you're not mistaken."

Because it's a rumor that Mr. Ketra spilled!

But Master Ilias doesn't do that every time, he only smiles.

"You're a little interested in that. Sure, you found a dungeon or something?

It is the nobility of the elves who have interrupted those two.

Apparently, it looks like it was 30 years ago, but the actual age is unknown.

The appearance is aesthetically shaped by way of example, but I feel slightly pitied, such a face.

"This is Dear Arlandi Sliviya. Yes, it's true. Thanks to this, we are very moist."

Whatever you think, it's too much to say that you're very moist.

Even if it contributes somewhat.

Of course, I won't say anything.

"I'm very jealous of that. What do you say we move to Count Slaviya's territory? As you can see, our house, which is an elf tribe, is ruling. I think it's easy to spend a lot of elves?

"Come on, what I heard, you mean some beasts, right? Even we're never bad. Have you had a hard time finding someone to marry at Nenas'? Wouldn't it be nice to make a decision for your people?

He even broke in.

Now the (tentative) Bear Beast Man we were watching earlier.

And after all, I come forward to recommend the race.

After all, there will be a variance by the ruling noble race.

But I want you to stop bringing your face too close.

Neither an elf-beautiful face, nor a face with a beast ear, is at all happy when the other is a man, and is too strangely compelling. When they're noble, they can't push back poorly.

You're totally hiding behind me, like Halka?

Mr. Ketra, how much tail did you put on and spread rumors?

"Aren't you both a little out of manners? They are under our asylum. You should talk to my father first, and then you should speak up, right?

To Master Ilias, who insisted on interrupting the smaller body, the two adults face to face.

"Hmm. So is that."

"Put your daughter's face up. Shall we pull this place off?"

Grown-ups sneering with a smile like they saw something slightly smiling.

"If you two have any problems..."

"Master Slivia?

"That was an extra word. See you, Miss Ilyas, sooner or later"

"See you, young lady."

To the elf and the beast man who leaves with his hands up gently, me and Hulka also bow their heads gently, and Master Ilias takes a whopping breath.

... Speaking of which, Zath, who was the first to talk, somehow he's gone?

The Count came out, did he freak out?

The beast man didn't speak of the throne, but if you look at what he was talking about more than reciprocity, I guess that's what it is.

"You managed to make it through"

"Good day, Master Ilias"

"No, you're both mentally tired, aren't you? Let's get some food."

"Yes."

For our work, Master Ilias loosens his cheek and takes the plate.

Now I can take a breather, but after a while, you also need the lead player...

Gumball, Master Ilias.

We're figurines, just like we were earlier.

However, in the sense of shifting my gaze away from the raid, I also feel that it is useful enough, but on the contrary, there seems to be more trouble.

I didn't seem to be the only one who thought that, and Halka asks Master Ilias.

"Dear Ilyas, isn't it counterproductive that you've been spreading our rumors?

"No, as originally planned. Compared to being insulted, it's a much better outcome for Mr. Hulka and his team to have a voice."

Simply put, it seems to bring forward the image of a "noble with a capable adventurer the more the voice of pull-out hangs" rather than “a noble weaker than the one who is attacked”.

Even if there are strong adventurers, the aristocrats themselves are not strong, but the brand of territory in which such adventurers define their residence, the position where they can make requests at times, seems more effective than we think.

- Of course, if that's really a high-ranking adventurer.

Whatever you think, we are short of actors right now.

Honestly, I actually get in trouble when the pull-out voice hangs.

"Oh, of course, don't worry, I won't bother you. We'll take care of things at home."

You perceived my concern like that, Master Ilyas smiles nicely.

That's small but noble, seeing how you handled it earlier is very much no match for me.

"But it was honestly helpful for those two to speak up. That saved me a lot of trouble."

"You two are from Master Arlandi Sliviya and the Beast Man, right? What about that one?

"He is Marquis Lambert Marmont."

"... Huh? Marquis Himself? Is it the Lord?

How many sons of the Marquis, I thought it would last, but I ran out of words at the Marquis.

I asked back thinking no way, but Master Ilias only snorts silently.

It really seems to be him.

"Um, Master Ilias. Why is the head of the Marquis coming to the Baron's wedding? Normally, that's impossible, right?

Lady Ilias looks a little troubled by Hulka's natural doubts.

"... as you can see from what I just said, that person is a little out of shape. You know, when I was a little girl, they used to hold me up in person, right?

"Master Ilias, are you?

"Yep. It was years ago."

Regardless of the level of uncle and aunt in the neighborhood, it is unlikely that a normal nobleman would lift a child in another house.

Regardless of whether you are in a blood relationship and a very close house, it is usually a problem, such as the Marquis and the Viscount, the Lord and the Son, hugging them in that relationship.

However, in his case, he was known to be such a character, and since he had no offense to himself, he did not pose a particular problem even when he was Master Ilias.

"I'm sure this time, you came to think, 'Baron Diaz's house would serve delicious food' or something? Here."

And when he saw the direction that Master Iliath showed with his gaze, there was a beast man there, who was grubbing and eating meat on a plate.

That meat I gave up in tears, I'm getting a firm order and a thick cut.

Jeez, I envy you!

"Perhaps you two sent out a helpship. Because it's harder for the others to do the same than you two pulled."

The head of the Marquis family speaks up, and Master Ilias says no, let Viscount Nenas himself through, and accepts it.

When the other nobles here take the story directly to Master Ilias, it becomes' even though the Lord of the Marquis also accepts it '.

If the title is the nobility above, apart from the story, it should be taken for granted, there can be no more nobility than the Marquis principals on this occasion.

In addition, because we are elves, it seems that we may call out, "For the sake of our own people," but this one is also crushed because the two people who spoke earlier are elves and beasts.

It seems likely that we have responded in such a way, taking into account Master Ilias, who can still be said to be young, even in view of his attractive qualities and response.

As a matter of fact, Dear Ilias, the Marquis of Marmont has a proven track record of being held up, and maybe he's subtly loved and character.