Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortif

In the meantime, can't we just make him wait?

That's right, I'm moving to the reception room for a meeting with the visitors I've set up upstairs in the Lords' Hall.

A reception set with three pairs of sofas arranged in the form of pinching a low table, but the fact that there are three carriages means maybe there are more than three guests.

Shall I reposition the couch a little? No, I did if I made it four-to-two. So if there were less than three customers, would it be inappropriate?

Distressed.

Because Espada, Dee, and Kamshin don't sit there, I'm the only one on this side.

By the way, Till hastily prepares snacks and tea.

After all, should I have asked them how many they were?

As I was haunting my head with such subtle troubles, I could hear knocking on the door.

I gave up.

"Go ahead."

I reply yes and decide to sit and wait more and more in the middle of the couch. Well, I'm just a local lord without a title, so I shouldn't sit down depending on who I'm dealing with, but that'll be good after I see them.

Even though he's a child, he's going to be treated lighter than helium gas if he's seen lighter with his attitude.

As he stood, the door slowly opened.

And it was two beautiful women who looked like mid twenties and a beautiful girl who looked about ten.

The beauty is a long, sluggish, yet crisp, nice body, rocking her wavy long blonde hair.

Simply put, "OH! it's an American dream! It feels like."

Beautiful girls, on the contrary, seem to have such a thin atmosphere of happiness that they have a deep-rooted impression. Her hair is white and her skin is white. And the lack of confidence is the seemingly clear cat's back and upper hand. Is the troubled face the default?

Looking at a girl, she is a child who worries that she is not being abused in the mood of a parent or a school teacher.

... Is this better if you sit down?

What two people have trouble judging. No, if a child like this is dispatched, is there no way it's just a child?

That's what I thought, and I got up.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Van Nay Fertio. I'm entrusted with the lord of this village."

Yes, introducing herself and meeting her gently, the beautiful woman and the beautiful girl thanked her, first the beautiful woman put her hand on her chest and opened her mouth.

"My name is Panamera Carrera Cayenne. During this time, he exclaimed and became a Viscount. He's a builder from the Knight."

Laughing invincibly, a woman named Panamera introduces herself that way. It's the kind of way you call yourself despised, but your confidence is seeping out of the end of the word.

Is that normal, too? The person briefly said that it is not a big deal to become a knight to a baron and a Viscount in a generation.

This American Dream Beauty is quite powerful and her brains will definitely be clear.

In contrast, a beautiful gray-haired girl with the opposite atmosphere pulls her jaw at her lack of confidence and opens her mouth.

"Wow, my name is Arte on Ferdinut, the youngest daughter of Count Ferdinut... I heard that the Marquis Fertio family came to this village and my father Count Bariat Cirocco Ferdinut told me to head out to greet him and I came...... thank you very much"

After a traceable greeting, a girl named Arte bowed her head deeply.

If you want to read the back, one of the Marquis Fertio's sons, who is a rival, has been sent to the border. All right, we'll have no problem with anything. We'll use our last daughter to scout! So you're saying?

But that's a mystery about Panamera's existence.

I thought so, and when I sent my gaze, my pressured eyes like a lion pointed this way. I'm scared, so let me just sit down and I'll sit on the couch at the same time.

I can't feel the friendly air or anything from that eye of Panamera, and it conveys signs that I'm trying to guess the sincerity of this one.

So I noticed.

Despite the King's decision, Count Ferdinut, who took the form of a shredded territory of his own, also has fear of the Marquis with anger.

So, genius boy Van, I was wondering why you were sent to the border. In other words, I was worried that I would be able to ambush you from the border, considering that all this pathetic treatment of you, Van, was also possible for Marquis Fertio to operate.

For this reason, Panamera, probably a strong warrior, was sent with his daughter.

Guess that far, face up.

"This is polite. I can't thank you enough for taking the time to get to a village with nothing like this. Thank you very much."

That's what I said and laughed at him, Arte pulled out of his shoulder like a ho. But Panamera opens her mouth with a fierce grin.

"... from what I've seen, she'll be a little younger than Miss Arte, but she's calm enough. I don't have to ask, Lord Van, why do you think we're here?"

I got a straight ball question. To that extra straightforward dialogue, I accidentally laugh. [M]

"Perhaps, but it was determined to be a hostile inspection, and then it was because of the softness."

Simply answering that, Panamera opened her eyes and laughed.

"Huh, haha! Wow, Lord Van! Can you think that deep around the age of ten! Exactly! Lord Van's speculation is in the middle!

Panamera exposes what's wrong and what to hide with laughter.

"Sir Ferdinut couldn't read through the belly of the Marquis Fertio. Everyone paid attention to the heirs of the powerful, but Lord Van had been named from time to time for two years. Normally, an eight-year-old magical aptitude appraisal will lead to a presentation, which will be brought to your attention, but you are a little special."

Panamera staring down at my face with the kind of eyes you observe.

"Well, perhaps sorcery aptitude wasn't four-element sorcery, but I also don't understand sitting as just a lord on this no-nothing periphery. What a rumored prodigy. Originally, as lords, I am taught enough to work for the development of my territory. That is why I am surprised that Lord Van was entrusted with the land that will be the boundary between this Earl Territory and the Kingdom of Yelinetta."

And, what are you thinking, Panamera speaks with good insight.

No, whatever the facts, it is strictly forbidden to imitate that the senior nobles of the same country explore and crush each other in their bellies. Panamera, who speaks in grandeur that she has come to do something that is likely to be punishable like that, is still changing as a nobleman.

You gonna give me information and figure out how I'm gonna work?

Arte's on the sidelines.

"... well, you'll find out sooner or later if you hide it. Let's just say I'm not a four-element sorcerer. However, the rest of your worries are worrying. They just drove me away."

Laughing in mockery, Panamera looked at my face for a few seconds.

And I wake up unexpectedly and exhale a deep sigh.

"... sincere, huh? It's boring. Was the story of a prodigy just a rumor?"

"You think my father's gonna let me do something?

When I'm a little cocky about Panamera's words, I listen back. They kicked me out of the house wonderfully and quickly. There is no question there. Daddy's fool. Thanksgiving Brother still feels the same way.

But Panamera spread one hand with a frightened face.

"Why don't you notice? As soon as I came to the land, I realized. There's only a cabin for about a hundred people. He said he'd heard of a village that would fly if it blew, but only for a month or two? In that short period of time, such walls have been built, and all buildings have been replaced with the latest ones, of which even the materials are unknown. There are experienced butlers in the Lords' Hall and skilled knights outside who seem useful."

To put it that way, Panamera quietly continued her words after checking Arte's face for a moment.

"... you dispatched five thousand men with an estimate of less? Techniques to conscript without this one noticing are a threat. But I did, considering the possibility of being noticed. Is that why? I expect a great deal from Lord Van to make the border a new military base."

"Buffoo."

Unexpectedly blown to Panamera's grand mistake.

No, this (...) no (...) no (...) is (...), (...) no (...) yes (...). (...)

It's a bad flow.

But I can't stop laughing at too great a mistake. Besides, from the point of view of the skin, the muscles are through.

"... what's wrong"

I heard a dosty, low voice. If you look, Panamera is staring at us as she guards her surroundings.

He is secretly assassinated because his thoughts have been exposed. That's what I'm thinking.

To that killing spirit, Dee also slowly lowered his back and entered a battlefield posture. Hold the pattern of swords that Camsin put on his hips late.

"Huh, haha"

The more serious the air, the stranger I became. [M] No, I'm bummed.

I feel it's been noticed by everyone, but let me laugh at it once.