Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Standing in the realm capital of the Duke of Filialeggis, this luxurious lord's mansion boasts power. That office had the appearance of Fried, the Duke's eldest son, and Phantom, the executive deputy, who had returned from the Wang capital.

"Uncle Phantom, is this the plan for the new industry you want to pioneer?

"That's right. If the trees of the Borealis Mountains in the northern part of the Territory are harvested and sold, it will be an addition to the livelihoods of the inhabitants and to the Territory's finances"

A middle-aged man with an insensitive mustache stands in front of Fried, who is sitting at the clerk's desk and hanging with a thick bunch of paper in his hand with a difficult face.

The man, called Phantom, sighed as he turned the material at hand. Charcoal grey hair doesn't shine because of fatigue and has a bear under her eyes. He was the son-in-law of Scarlo's sister, and while Fried and Scarlo were not in the territory, he was entrusted with the management of the territory as the head of the division.

"Besides, wood has a huge range of uses besides building materials and fuel. Even women and children have jobs if they can spread it on paper, everyday products, etc. If we all get through this together, the people's livelihoods and the finances of the territory will gradually recover."

Looking straight into Fried's eyes, Phantom appealed forcefully.

The Duke's territory lies at the foot of the Borealis Mountains on the border with the State of Lapis, and the trees are abundant. In recent years the Duke's territory had suffered from chronic financial difficulties and famine caused by mishaps, and it seemed that Phantom, which had been involved in the affairs of the territory for many years, had no other way of breaking the difficulties than to try to convert industry.

For hundreds of years, however, no lord has put his back on forestry, which is close to the border and has a large investment scale, because it has been moist in other industries for generations. Phantom braced his belly that he would not be able to easily persuade his conservative, adventurous brother-in-law to inherit his flashy, wasting brother-in-law, this nephew who also inherited the nature of being stingy in those personalities.

"The potato seedlings I picked up this year have also grown safely, and if we can use this as an opportunity to move into a fault-resistant industry, the management of the territory will be more stable"

The Phantom proposed the use of lumber resources to sleep in the mountains, thinking that he could convert his own carriage for the transport of wood, lend it to the inhabitants with axes, saws and other tools, and then lay the road for transport from forest to city as an industry if he could connect it with farm roads and streets.

I glanced at the paperwork submitted by Phantom, and Fried shook his head quietly beside him as he put it on his desk in a basket.

"Uncle, I'm in favor of opening up new industries, but at a time of tight finances, it's a big bet to get your hands on forestry. You can't give money even though you don't see the extent of your track record. Do it with your current funds."

……

"Besides, if you really want to be pioneered, I'm sorry, but change where you lay the road. This will pass next to my mother's rose garden."

"But......! That's the safest and shortest way to go."

"There are also rare flowers in my mother's rose garden. I'm in trouble in case something hurts me."

Before Phantom said anything, Fried spread the map to his desk and pointed to a place.

"By the way, uncle, this village doesn't have any industry right now, does it?"

Fried referred to a village in the Marne region in the middle belly of the Borealis Mountains. It was a village that originally operated mainly in chicken farming, but two years ago the famine had reduced its population and it was now an abandoned village.

Just north of this village is a region that lives growing the plants from which the fabrics and dyes are based, the only lifeline that is still profitable now that the entire industry of the territory has been hit hard.

"I want to invest in the Marne region, so leave the area here to me, I have an idea. Uncle, just pick up what's on this list."

"... hemp, flowers, lead... if it's raw material for dyes and textiles, it's still in the warehouse? What are you gonna do with all this backordering?

"So we're going to further strengthen the dyeing industry and increase our income."

Passing the list to Phantom, Fried pulled one out of a bunch of documents that were spread out on his desk and put it up. That is an indication, for example, of the stock of the Duke's food depot.

"Then turn all the wheat in the food pantry to make liquor. Now you should earn a little more."

"Wait! That's food for salvation from the country. What are we going to do with the lives of the inhabitants! Even if the people are convinced..."

"Our liquor industry is a big black pillar that supports our finances. My uncle will know that."

Phantom takes to eat Fried, but Fried smiled with a cool face and blocked the word.

"Besides, my Duke family has been in a lot of debt over the past few years for territorial management. My uncle has been wearing personal property for the last few years to run the territory, right? I want to earn more for myself and reward your conscience."

Though he says the most, Phantom knew that most of the money thus obtained would be drained to moisturize the extravagant life of the Duke's family, without being returned to his subordinates or to the inhabitants.

But Phantom is just an executive deputy and his wife, Scarlo's sister, is already in the other world. There is no trace, and Phantom, who is just a famous countess who is only his son-in-law, can't possibly come to an opinion where he disagrees with the man directly in the main family. All I could do was squeeze my fist and swallow the words in my belly.

"In the meantime, could you call the head of the liquor brewery first? Because I want to talk to you."

Phantom sighs long as he leaves the office to be kicked out of Fried, who has just cut the story off.

Looking out the hallway window, the luxurious window frame at the end of the mansion wall and the dull coloured view beyond it seemed like a painting in an out of place frame, feeling a chighug unnaturalness, while at the same time being shown his own powerlessness.

With bitter thoughts that could not be helped, Phantom began to walk in heavy footsteps, listening to the sound of a slight thunderbolt from across the mountain.

There were visitors at Leticiel's mansion, where Nicole and I were having a shopping list meeting at the entrance to get to the city on a weekend afternoon. I am Eric, a merchant in the Duke's household.

After talking to Sieg and Barry a few days ago, Leticiel is calling Eric to buy a viral weave. Eric came to deliver the product today.

I asked about the current situation in Siege's hometown, but the Duke's family did not deal frequently with the village of Villes from the beginning, so I don't know the circumstances that got into it, but there is no denying that they could have been involved in territorial feuds between unions (guilds), etc., Eric says.

By the way, I also asked him if he could increase the overall deal volume of the Duke's house, but he refused to do so because he wouldn't know until he talked to Scarlo.

"Is the lady going out now?

"Yeah, I'm going to King's Landing to make a sale."

"Really... what? Will the lady go out and buy it too?!

"That's right. We've been together a lot lately."

The two of us chat for a while. When I was at the Duke's mansion, I often went to listen to the economy and the market, but I never saw him since I moved, so it has been a long time since I have talked to him in this way.

"Then, Miss Drossel, I'll be excused for this, won't I? Safe King's Capital. It's a lot of noise, so go out with care."

"Okay, thanks"

After Eric left, Leticiel quickly made up his mind and left the mansion with Luvik. It is now normal for Leticiel to follow Luvik's shopping.

The carriage carrying the Leticiels reached the South Gate without a thing, but Leticiel snapped his neck when he saw people floating more than usual.

"Hey, Luvik. Is there something under the castle today?

"It's not like there's anything in particular going on, but is it because we haven't had a new general chamber of commerce in Wang Du in over a decade? Sure, it's a store that focuses on specialties, antiques, etc. across the country, and now they're selling specials to celebrate its opening."

"Oh, what's so funny about that? By the way, what do you mean," specials ”?

"Oh, that's..."

The two go down the boulevard with a description of the sale. Ruvik, who frequently comes to Wangdu, seems to know the location of the store and told me to stop by the shopping mall.

The intended store occupied a square building with a strong impression of stone construction and few decorations. A lot of people gathered at the entrance, and there were a lot of people in front of the bulletin board that said which products were being discounted.

The door opens with a spacious entrance hall. At the front there is a information office, on both sides of which are also stairs that go upstairs. In addition, the store was separated into several areas by walls, collisions, etc., each selling separate items.

"I'll get around to it."

"Lady!? Are you going around alone?!?

"Yes, it is."

"No! You can't leave your daughter alone in a place where there are so many people."

"I'm fine, I'm not a kid."

"No, that's not what I meant......!

Luvik chases Stasta and the Leticiel who goes first.

Seeing national specialties for sale in various areas and walking away, the two of us hadn't been able to get them, or sometimes bought them, it had been quite a while since we arrived at the antique corner in the deepest part of the store.

The antique corner has a long wooden counter across the street when you enter the area, with shelves with merchandise displayed behind it. Under the counter was a glass case, where beautiful items such as shining copper jars and unique jewellery boxes were displayed in a narrow area.

"Is that it? Master Drossel, it's been a long time."

At that counter, Eddie was talking to the clerk about something. When Eddie notices Leticiel, he waves gently toward this one.

"Good day, Mr. Eddie. Shopping?

"Yeah, I was wondering what the new store looked like."

As Leticiel walked to the counter, the clerk I was talking to earlier with Eddie spoke to me in a sneer.

"Welcome, lady. Looking for something?

When he goes out into the city, Leticiel always hides his hair with a headscarf in qualitative clothing so that it doesn't stand out evil, but also because of the appearance and atmosphere he was born with, plus when he takes his squire, he quickly finds out that he is in a position where he has money.

"... no, never mind"

Next time I ask Luvik to play the role of my brother, Leticiel answers with any thoughts.

Since he began attending the school's museum, Leticiel has awakened to his antiques and artistic tastes, but is somewhat of a party to see and enjoy. I am also aware of the lack of knowledge and identification, so I am not yet willing to actually buy a piece of art.

"Your eyes are high. Your glass bottle was dug out of the site 300 years ago and is one of the few existing glass bottles."

Looking at the antiques decorated in the glass case, the clerk called out again.

You thought you were interested, the clerk gave me various commentary pointing to the item in rap, but more than that, Leticiel was intrigued by the little handkerchief spread around the corner of the case.

"Beautiful."

"Yeah, right."

It was a white handkerchief with bright colors and delicate embroidery. The embroidery pattern was intricately floated and also seemed to resemble the geometric pattern found in viral weaves. Watching with Luvik wondering how he sewed it up, the clerk came to eat it.

"Did you like it? This embroidery was a popular Idrianus tattoo in court about 20 years ago, and in a few years, the inventor's craftsman suddenly retired and the technology was cut off, now considered a phantom tattoo. How would you like to commemorate your visit? We'll make it cheaper."

Eddie was heard from the side when he was impressed with the merchant soul glitch of the clerk recommending the product without even being pulled out of the conversation.

"But, clerk, I think the product here is cheaper than the average price."

"Yeah, it is. I want people to know more about great specialties from around the country, so I dare to cut profits and make prices cheaper."

In response to Eddie's question, the clerk puts his chest up proudly.

"We had the conviction of our great husband, Meyer, that it would not be good for nobles and bourgeoisies to buy up artwork like antiques either. So we strive to provide all our products at affordable prices so that they are easy to buy for the general public. Well, sometimes I have a store opening sale."

"I see..."

To the clerk's words, Leticiel snorts unwittingly, yeah. It was an empathetic philosophy to Leticiel, who believed that he should be equal to the people.

Three more after that for a while...... mainly Eddie and the clerk were talking about the product. There is also the Siege case, and Leticiel, who has a strong interest in textile craftsmanship around this time, decided to buy an earlier handkerchief because of it.

"Is Eddie familiar with the artwork?

"Sometimes I deal with antiques and stuff while I'm in business. Last year I carried a piece of earthenware from the desert beyond the Northern Mountains, and this is the hard part again."

"Beyond the mountains is the desert, is it?

"Yeah, the climate is completely different across the mountain range. It's hot enough to cook over there, but it's snowing when I get back. I'm already here."

Leticiels leaving the antique corner head straight to the other corners. While walking, Leticiel began to ask Eddie about the root-digging leaf digging about antiques and travel stories. To Leticiel's uninterrupted question, Eddie answered all politely without a single disgusting face, and the conversation between the three of us, who also had Luvik, was even more exciting.

"I'm sorry, I need you to carry me to my luggage"

"No! I enjoyed being with you, and never mind"

I never even came with Eddie, but after the conversation bounced off to bounce and ended up letting him hook up with the shopping trip to the end, they even carried him to his luggage. Holding one paper bag at a time, the three of them who left the store went out on an orange-dyed cobblestone road.

Several residents rushed into the street from the alley behind them as they packed their bags in a parking lot that stopped behind the building.

…… I wonder what's wrong?

"It's noisy, is something wrong"

One young woman screamed and rolled out her face bright blue again, even while Leticiel and Luvik talked about it like that.

"Maybe it's some kind of rubbing. I'm just gonna check on you."

"I'm coming too. Luvik, watch the carriage and the luggage."

"Huh!? Lady! Lord Eddie!

End of story or no, Leticiel and Eddie head for the alley in question.

Upon entering the alley, on the cobblestone were scattered on one side wooden boxes, planks, cloths, etc. that would have been piled to the side of the road, and one man had fallen so that he could be buried inside. The sleeves of the clothes were torn and the blood stained arms were all down, his face was full of moles and purple, and he was badly wounded to see him nodding like covering his belly.

"Uh... Mr. Barry!?

Noticing that the man was a man from his hometown who had previously been introduced to Sieg, Leticiel was hacked.

When he saw Barry's swollen face as he was falling, Eddie rushed over and shouted a healing magic chant with his hands on the wound immediately. A beautiful golden light wraps Bally around.

"There he is! Over there!"

That's when two men ran from the rampage of the alley along with a wild scream. They both wear skinned armor and boots, cover their faces with a hood, and it is obvious that they are outfits that do not resemble good citizens in general.

"Dear Drossel......! Stay hidden because it's dangerous!

"It's okay. Mr. Barry, please."

Tell that to Eddie, who woke himself up to shelter Leticiel, and Leticiel covered the Eddies behind his back.

"... ah? Oh, my God, you're in the way!

"Out of the way, woman. We need help with the guy who's down there!

Without slowing down, the two chimps approach each other with a large strand, calling out to intimidate them. The big colored black man grabbed Leticiel's left arm with his right hand in an attempt to pay off Leticiel.

"Say it!

At the next moment, Leticiel grabbed the man's right wrist joint with his left hand and kicked behind the man's knee as he pressed it in as he twisted up the man's arm.

Not only does Eddie fall on his back to the ground, not knowing what happened to the man himself in a flash.

"Holy shit! You fucked up!

Seeing him groaning at the pain, the other skinny, tattooed man on his arm picked up a thick wooden stick that was falling down the road and beat him up as he gave him an ambition.

"Master Drossel, it's dangerous!

At the same time Eddie shouted, Leticiel put up his right hand and the man shook down the shaken stick with Leticiel over his head.

"Hey, what!?

But the stick never reached Leticiel. Suddenly, there is a sharp light from Leticiel's right hand. It was also for a while that my eyes dazzled by the intense light that the swinging down stick clashed against the invisible wall and sounded tall.

Not long after surprise, the man blew flashly with a stick broken by the impact of hitting the junction.

In an instant they were slapped to the ground. The two chimpy men don't know what happened, and with a mixed look of amazement and fear, they stare down at the glamorous courtier with a shooting glance, jizzy and backward.

"This, you monster...! Remember that!

Leticiel rushes to Barry as he ascertains the men fleeing spitting the throw-up dialogue.

"... sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Eddie..."

Barry, who had first regained consciousness with Eddie's first aid, squeezed his weakly plundered voice out of his throat without force. Even Leticiel cannot be cured immediately on this occasion because he is suffering from a general injury.

"We need to take good care of it. Let's take it to my mansion once. Mr. Eddie, can you help me?

"Yeah, sure."

A little bit of people are starting to gather nearby due to earlier noise. Before gaining attention, the Leticiers left Barry in the carriage.