Transition to Another World, Landmines Included

I looked back at you unexpectedly for words that didn't make sense and immediately regretted it.

There he was, surely in many ways, an "illegible nobleman of the air".

As I was taught at the tailor, men's clothing is dominated by simple, chic objects, except vests and linings, and naturally the majority of people here wear such clothing.

Even for some exceptions, so much so that I have modest embroidery with tonal yarn in my jacket. No one wears fancy clothes - except him.

Standing at the end of my gaze was a man wearing a flashy, purple dress, no matter how I looked.

It can't be out of color, but the garment has colorful coloured yarn, which is also flashy embroidered.

Simply put, embroidered clothes that are likely to be worn by defects or something. Like that.

I don't know any more gems or anything, but oddly enough the surface is sparkling and my eyes hurt.

Depending on the way you look at it, it makes you feel fancy, but it just seems like something cheap to my eyes.

My hair is also mixed with some purple... that's dyed, isn't it?

It's not ground hair, is it?

Oba from Osaka!

Someone with that kind of crap is walking towards us.

Plus, spread your hands, and smile.

Unexpectedly, I'm about to come forward sheltering Master Ilias and Hulka, but I can't do that on this occasion.

Unless there is a clear danger, as a manners, we must stay behind Master Ilias.

"Ma'am, may I ask your name?

It was clear that the air had not already been read in the outfit, but the same was true of the behavior.

The man's gaze is pointed at Hulka.

But clearly, this is a violation of manners.

We are here now as Elias' squire.

Nonetheless, there can be no normality, such as calling out to Hulka to ignore Master Ilias.

Naturally, Master Ilias stepped forward to block it.

"Which one is it?

"I am Baron Earle Gnos, the eldest son, Perno Gnos. See you later."

So he finally turns his eyes to Master Ilias and replies to the man who thanked him until he exaggerated, without hiding how offensive he seemed.

"I, Viscount Joachim Naenas, am my daughter, Ilias Naenas."

"Viscount Nenas... I've heard of it. You know, ruling the northwest border?

"Yeah, that's right."

"I see. It's just irrelevant now, so would you mind keeping the lady out of the way for a moment?

"... Yes?

To the words and deeds that are unlikely to be of that nobility, while Ilias is unable to cope and flattered, Perno approaches avoiding Ilias.

"Oh, its glowing glossy hair and beautiful skin, slurring, stretched hands and feet. It's great. It's a loss to the world with jewels like you on the edge. I'd love to have you home."

I took Hulka's hand and hid it behind my back so as to block the perno who was saying he fell asleep.

Seeing it, Perno frowns uncomfortably.

"What, you? What can I do for you?

"This is it, don't you see?

I gazed at the decorative cloth wrapped around my neck and the decorative cloth on Hulka's hips, but the man twisted his neck strangely.

"What's wrong with that? Oh, I don't think it's a bad cloth. Of course, it's a few steps inferior to mine, but neh!

No, don't compare me to that sparkling, poorly hobbied purple cloth.

- Not really.

What, my knowledge, isn't it wrong?

You told me what decorative cloth means, didn't you?

The other person is so prestigious that he turns his gaze to Master Ilias with a little anxiety, but Master Ilias also turned his eyes to the other person like he saw an incredible object.

All right, I'm not wrong.

"Let's put it plainly. She is my partner. I want you to stay away."

"... well. Is that what you're saying to me, the nobleman? A squire?

It makes Perno look unpleasant, but I'm even more unpleasant.

I rambled with that unpleasant feeling, but that's hard too, considering people and positions. Quite stressful.

It was Master Ilias who got back on his feet who responded in my place like that.

"If you're a nobleman, shouldn't they learn manners first? If it seems like too much time has passed, we'll be protesting Baron Gnos, won't we?

"Hmm. How much do you want? To the borderline aristocrats, such beautiful elves and other disproportionate. Tell your dad we'll make some accommodation."

The response to Master Ilias, who expressed his displeasure quite clearly, was quite incredible.

The smile of Pikiri and Master Ilias catches my attention.

"It's not about the money. Lady Perno Gnos is a little understudied."

"(Shit, the kid.) Sometimes too greedy can be completely fruitless, right? Because there are colors and laws."

High performance my ear gets the evil that Perno whispered.

It was the first time I had a grin pretending to be a good young man, but now my expression is totally chimpy.

I accidentally grip my fist at the joke, but on the contrary, Master Ilias looked spared, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head exaggerating all the yarray.

"You'd better be a little more attentive to what you say and do. Unlike me, you're not old enough to miss what kids do, are you?

"What?"

Although it was a perno with an angry look on Master Ilias's (as a nobleman) rather clear curse -.

"I heard you a little bit. Is it as if you're mistaken about our species, like a work of art or something? The Baron Gnos."

That's what I've been interrupting the story with, Arlandi Sliviya. He is an elf nobleman of the Count Slaviya family.

"What, you-!?"

Because the other guy was a good guy, or still a perno who tried to be strong, but do you understand the other guy's title and do it, or do you do it without knowing it?

Either way, it is deadly stupidity as a nobleman.

Even if we just had a packed education - no, even if we hadn't, I can understand the incorrect response.

And that stupid behavior will also be interrupted by being slapped on the shoulder by a pong from behind.

"Sounds a little noisy, huh? Shouldn't we just calm down? Hmm?"

"-!"

Standing there was the Marquis of Marmont.

Naturally, the title is completely different in its power as a human being.

Even if Perno didn't know the title of Marquis Marmont, he wouldn't have the guts to be awesome and flat on him.

I don't care what you think, Charade.

That outfit goes hand in hand, and now it's like, "Uh-oh!" or something like that, it's just starting to look like a charming chimp.

"I'm Lambert Marmont, but you're Baron Gnos' parno, were you?

"Mmm... Sounds like a little bad air. Let's say we change it. So, sooner or later."

I haven't been able to read it at all. I don't feel like you're saying "air," but it wasn't bad.

When you heard the Marquis Marmont's name, you also remembered its title, and Perno leaves us early enough with a slightly blue-white face, leaving the venue as well.

But at the end of the day, the gaze toward Hulka looks so sticky, I feel pretty bad, and I also get anxiety.

Given that Parno's parents are the barons, I don't think they will come back to Viscount Nenas...

Thinking about not thinking about it and rumbling about the people in Count Slaviya's house... it would be nice if the parents were decent, but they are the parents of that son. I would.

"Thank you, Marquis Marmont, and Lady Slivia"

"" Thank you ""

It was an obvious help ship this time, so I'll go with Master Ilias and we'll bow our heads and thank him again.

Maybe the guy was just too conspicuous, but he cared more about us plainly around the exact time he interrupted.

Is there any connection between the Viscount of Nenas and the Marquis of Marmont, even if we consider from the past that when Ilias was little, he was held up by the Marquis of Marmont?

"I don't mind, about that. But there was something strange, wasn't there? I've never seen it before... Arlandi, you know what?

"I know Baron Gnos, but you've never met a man who names a man before. Baron Gnos himself, not a big man..."

"One more step, no. The other two steps should be underrated, damn it. No, I don't even have a rating to lower, I... Ha ha!

Marquis Marmont himself doesn't know Baron Gnos well, he laughs luxuriously for saying that.

With that in mind, Baron Gnos may be a wooden nobleman with no prominence.

That doesn't seem like much to worry about, but when I look at my clothes, I'm concerned that I seem to have some money.

My taste was bad, but the amount of embroidery, etc. made me hang the gold and it was so, those clothes.

"I don't know Baron Gnos very well either, so I'd like to talk to your father when I get home"

"That would be good. If you two have any problems, please contact us at any time. Yeah, I'm not forcing you to move your place of activity. It's a compatriot friendship."

"I'm gonna help you, too, okay? If you're the adventurer Miss Ilyas is trying to impress. I'd like you to come to our realm once or so, but it's a little far away..."

"My territory is the same."

If you ask me, they say Marmont and Count Slaviya are next door, but from Viscount Nenas, it's going to take four or five times longer than from Pinning to Mijara.

Regardless of Arlandi, who is not the Lord, I wondered if it would be okay for the Marquis of Marmont, the Lord, to leave the Territory for such a long time, but when I asked him later, he said that there was not much of a problem because the heirs had already grown up and ripened their work splendidly.

Furthermore, the Marquis of Marmont himself, as well as all the escorts who follow him around, are beastly and powerful, so he is able to travel in a short period of time by running on his own feet without using a carriage.

Normally, I would care about the public and use the carriage even if it was possible, but that seems to be out of shape.

"Already, both of you. Don't tempt too many precious adventurers in our realm. But even then, high level adventurers don't settle in."

To Master Ilias, who complains to inflate his cheeks only slightly, the Marquis of Marmont smiles softly at his children.

"No, no, I don't mean that. But you're telling me there's a beast man at the party, right? Our species struggles to find someone to marry."

Wedding trips?

That could be it.

Whether it's Toya or Marys, I feel better than choosing without a choice, and I'm happy to see all sorts of beasts.

The realistic meatier is the wind that is after Toya, who has economic leeway, but if his own arm rises and he can become independent as an adventurer, he may also expand his horizons a bit.

"Right. Fortunately, you two don't seem to have a problem. But you are beautiful from the eyes of your own people. If it wasn't for you, I'd want to make a name for myself."

I don't hate it at all, Arlandi praises Hulka for his appearance with a gentle trick.

It's nothing like me just looking out.

The compliment is the same as the earlier parno, but the fact that it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable is amazing.

Hulka, who hates Napa, also returns the answer with a soft grin.

"I'm afraid so. But we've already decided."

"I understand. It looks great on you. I just want to make sure you get a report when you get married. Let me rush."

Even if he refuses, Arlandi smiles refreshingly and praises him.

I know rushing etc is lip service, but it is honestly cool that it is very similar.

Is this your son, the natural product?

Since then, Marquis Marmont and Arlandi have been spending time with us until after the reception.

The Marquis Marmont's abundance of food is even more stunning when viewed nearby, and it would be one harvest that I could have eaten enough to hide it.

And thanks to both of them, there was nothing strange about the nobility appearing again, and we survived the reception safely.