Wortenia Senki (WN)

Noble town of Pireus, king capital of the Kingdom of Roselia.

A carriage passes through the back gate of the separate residence of the Earl of Salzberg, which can be found in the corner of it.

The sound of the wheel moving on the cobblestone echoes in the king's capital.

In the meantime, Diggle McMaster, who boarded the carriage with the Viscount McMaster family crest, glanced out the window with a deep sigh.

The light of the blue and white moon is in its eyes.

But a thick cloud is trying to block the light.

That really seems to imply the situation in this Kingdom of Roselia.

(Is that Ryo Shiba...?)

I've heard rumors about Liang Zhen for a long time.

Good rumors, bad rumors, literally all sorts of things.

But rumors are nothing but rumors.

Even though he had a high reputation for being a hero, if he actually went out to the battlefield, he would have seen a number of knights who had been beheaded into a herd of miscellaneous soldiers, and as a result of recruiting reputational wise men for industrial development in the realm, he could have implemented a policy that would not be foolish and, conversely, drilled a huge hole in tax revenues.

In this earth world, where the means of transmitting information have no other means than to take means such as a man's mouth or a letter, it can often happen that the rumors differ from the real thing.

He's a reputational loser, as the saying goes.

But even with that in mind, what I saw tonight in the eyes of a man named Diggle McMaster is a monster that can only be described as a non-standard monster.

At least, Viscount McMaster can't find a word to describe otherwise.

"Again, there's just something about Roselia's white god... I didn't know you knew all about us."

"Yes, that one wasn't made a clear word, but to observe from that mouthful and expression..."

Rosetta McMaster sitting face to face laughing fun at such Viscount McMaster inquiries.

It would be from the joy of freeing itself from the burdens that had been on Zushiri's shoulders. What floats on that face is a natural grin that Rosetta has been unable to see for a long time since the day she stopped being a woman.

(Again, you've made this kid do it too...)

The consciousness of that sin disturbs the heart of Viscount McMaster.

Since his brother, Glad, was possessed by a sudden illness, Rosetta McMaster has abandoned being a woman.

That is not simply in the spiritual sense that it is a male victory.

Hairstyles, outfits, words and deeds.

Until his character, Rosetta literally came to life as Glad, her twin brother.

Quite a beating, of course, when a woman disguises herself as a man.

Normally, how well you tried to hide it, women are women.

Little things make it easy to peel off the dampened leather.

Whatever it is for a few days or weeks, it is not possible to fool around on a yearly basis first.

But the fact that they were twins originally made it impossible.

And most importantly, it was before the two of them still had secondary characteristics.

It wasn't impossible for Rosetta, a twin, to pretend to be Glad, as long as she paid attention to her outfit and hairstyle.

Unmanly man.

It's not something I can ever be proud of as a Martial Viscount McMaster family, but this time the voice of such disdain around me has also become a chase.

Of course, I didn't like Rosetta and try to be my brother.

That's a bitter end-of-the-life decision with no other choice.

At the time Viscount McMaster had only two men, Rosetta and Glad.

This is unusual for the aristocracy, which often tries to keep blood with more than one side chamber.

No, it's not uncommon to have several concubines and mistresses in the side room.

But it would be difficult to say so if asked if that was all the work of the aristocratic class at the end of its arrogance growth.

Of course, there will be arrogance and growth, and not without the pleasure of offending a woman.

But that's not all.

Protect the family name and let the offspring inherit it it.

And I will use any means to do so. That's something similar to a never-ending survival instinct.

Nevertheless, it would be a feeling never understood by civilians who do not belong to the rank of nobility or royalty.

But from the point of view of making the house inherit, there is no more right means.

At least, not to say love for the righteous wife or anything, because if even one of the side rooms were in accordance with the customs of the aristocratic society, Rosetta would not have had to live in the guise of a man.

But it's all past events, too.

Because tonight's meeting with Baron Goshiba's house after the dinner party changed everything.

"How much money was spent at the dinner party?"

"My Viscount McMaster family's tax revenues for a year would be very insurmountable. If the food is the finest, the liquor is the best. On top of that, when I played it...... it was a really great performance. Perhaps you've never had a dinner party in the Royal Palace where you've done so much luxury."

"I guess... but you didn't just try to entertain us, did you?

In that word, Rosetta smiles badly at people.

In fact, since Diggle McMaster succeeded the Viscount, he has attended various nightclubs and feasts, but this is the first time he has seen such luxurious items arranged on the table as tonight's dinner party.

The spices from the Central Continent masterfully erased the odours of monster species, emphasizing only the flavors, and the picturesque plates that were brought in from the Oriental Continent were smooth but glossy, giving colour to the dishes served.

Besides, the dessert served as a tightening of the course is just one word of rolling.

(No way, such as serving confectionery in edible vessels made with sugar...)

Even Diggle, who doesn't like sweet things very much, couldn't help but put his mouth on it, so it goes without saying how good it is.

Among the vessels, made of glass finishing at the hands of skilled artisans and with all the sophistication seen, were countless fruits that would have been taken from all over the Western continent swimming in the jelly.

And while it looks bright, its flavor is hard to exhaust to the brush tongue.

Besides, I can't even feel the unpleasance, nasty, and other fine dust when I just show the high-end products that the rich people who have become are doing well side by side.

No, that's not just cooking.

Even when I saw what the servants who served did, I was attentive to every corner.

Exactly, a feast that can be described as perfect.

From the point of view of entertaining people, I can say that's exactly the concern to set an example.

To be honest, Diggle forgets his daily struggles and heavy pressures, and he really wants to be immersed in the aftermath of the dishes and liquors served.

But no fool among the nobles invited to dinner tonight has such a swallowing sentiment first.

No, now that I think about it, I guess I invited only the people that I could guess.

"I don't care what you think. Threaten... I guess?

"That would go without saying. The only problem is how your father feels."

Two gazes intertwine in the air.

Self-evident reason that doesn't need to be worded any more now.

Because he knew it, Viscount McMaster, sighing small, turned his gaze out the window again.

Worried about myself and the fate of this country.