Herscherik

Suddenly appearing out of place, the twitching of the horses stops for a moment.

It was the fairy beautiful boy who jumped out of the story that caught the attention of the audience. Light blonde hair like gathering light, calm, fresh green emerald-like eyes, fairy-like boy announcing the coming of spring when green sprouts.

No one will feel uncomfortable when they say it's a girl, but the only trousers wearing under the poncho could barely determine him as a boy. But maybe there's someone in here who mistakes me for a girl.

So much so that he was a beautiful boy everyone would admit.

"Eh?"

A woman raised her doubts with the boy who spoke to her intimately. Before opening his mouth to further inquiry, Hershelik speaks early in the arrow succession.

"Your father has to be the fruit here. No!... That, sister, what's wrong?

With a look of doubt, he looks around and finds scattered fruit and gives a sad look. It was a pathetic look like a flower had blossomed earlier, but now it's a dark look like that flower has shriveled.

"Yummy looking fruit so falling... sister, what's wrong? Have you got a problem? Shall I talk to your father? Father, I know the military department, so I'm sure they'll talk to you!

A military bureau is a department that oversees the military affairs of a country. It is an organization close to the Ministry of Defense and the militia in Japan in the previous life, and is a key element of the military power of the country to which the Knights and other armies belong.

I found the logic trembling on my shoulders, but I dared Hershelik to look up at me with a strange face.

"Brothers, from the police station? Father, I'm sure you'll be sad because I love fruit.

Yes, Hershelik says, dropping his shoulders and letting him down.

Now, from what I can see, your aristocratic boy is depressed by the vandalism of his father's favorite store. Besides, the father said he knew someone at the military service.

(Well, I'm not lying.

Hershelik tongues in his heart as he continues to act. My father is a king, so instead of knowing the military bureau, he's a subordinate, and my father loves fruit, and he hasn't said a word that he's here.

"No, well, we..."

Afterwards, the officers of the police station thought they had said something about Munyamunya, but they separated the hedges and left.

Originally, the Military Affairs Bureau and the Police Department were not close. The floral military bureau to which the Knights belong and the police bureau for the purpose of maintaining domestic security seem to think we are "more protective of our country" to each other.

If we try Hershelik, we'll work for each other, but the parties don't seem to think so.

"Were you okay?

Dropping off the men who left, Hershelik starts picking up scattered fruits as he speaks to the flashing woman. The woman who returned to me all the time panicked at the child who began to pick up the red fruit.

"Oh no, do that to the young lady... and I apologize to your father.

"Never mind because it's clear. It scratches the product more than that, but I can sell it?

Educated by previous life that food should not be made crude, Hershelik frowned upon the wounded fruit in his hand.

"It's a waste……………….."

Someone erupted into that Hershelik whine. It's not a word your nobleman says to see. From there, the laughter spread like waves from the crowd walls. It's not a mockery, it's a warm laugh.

Everyone here found out Hershelik played a play to help strange women.

"Boy, well done!

"Huh? Aren't you a girl? Either way, it's small, but it's not splendid!

My uncle, who I don't know, strokes Hershelik's head with me, and my aunt slaps his hand. Hershelik was later praised and slightly dyed his cheeks.

It had been quite a while since I had finished collecting the fruit that had disappeared and scattered all over the road. In the end, most of the scattered fruit became damaged and the value of the product disappeared.

"It's really a waste..."

Hershelik whines as he peeks into a box with fruit that doesn't become a product.

(How much trouble do you think it took me to grow all this? Growing them isn't free!

That makes Hershelik angry. I instantly calculated the amount of damage in my brain due to an occupational disease in my previous life and my anger raised even more.

"No, no, thank you so much.

But that's not enough, but as I said, the store's wife --Louis laughs furiously. And I offered Hershelik one red fruit.

"Thank you. It hurts a little and I can't put it in the store, but it's a prized fruit that tastes good enough... they're the shitty people who have been shocking their money lately for messing with people in these markets. Today was really awesome!

"That's right... are you rubbing the police station and the commercial guild?

Hershelik tilts his neck as he receives the fruit.

"Yeah, apparently the superiors of the Commercial Guild are jerking off the policing costs they pay the police station. Harassment. I've been having trouble here lately.

Hershelik's eyes dotted Louis' words. Because there was something in Louis' story that I didn't listen to.

(No, no, no, not really. What's the cost of policing? Premium!?

Hershelik holds his head in his heart again. Initially, policing is the responsibility of the Police Department, and the expenses are of course borne by the State.

(Yet what the hell is maintenance cost!? Some of them may be implicit, but the guild you pay for is also an guild......))

Perhaps paying the police station is before the building, and there is a chance that the lower officials are pompous, but his boss is disqualified at the time he leaves the lower end doing that, Hershelik roars inside.

In addition, there is the adhesion of the Police Department and the Commercial Guild.

Commercial guilds are trade union organizations that bring together markets, merchants, and craftsmen. While the main tasks of the guild are industrial development, ensuring distribution, and managing members, it is one of the tasks to take up taxes and pay them to the state because they will be seated in the guild. Incidentally, when this becomes a province, the lord who manages its territory will collect taxes from its inhabitants.

(I've been paying for it so far, but the economy is getting worse here, so did you get reluctant?

Preliminary fee... Sometimes paying a so-called bribe facilitates it, so it's a bad thing, but I can't deny it all. But just because you can't get it doesn't mean you're going to take your job away.

"I've been having a tough time raising taxes lately..."

Louis leaks a deep sigh that he's really in trouble.

"Shall I report this to the Alliance for now? I'm already going to the store today, and I'm going to go to the guild for a moment, so wait. I want to thank you more!

Dropping off Louis saying so, Hershelik scowls at the red fruit that has been seated in the appropriate crate. Fruits similar to apples were small at a time compared to apples in previous life, but were very sweet and sour and delicious.

But Hershelik cannot afford to enjoy the fruit.

(Isn't this country seriously bad?

Hershelik lurks his eyebrows as he roams the fruit.

If you walk, you won't be wronged, but it's too much for your eyes. It is imperative that things continue to get worse, or worse, become catastrophic. Even the king's capital with the king is in this misery. It's horrible just to think about what's going on in the region.

If the patience of the people exceeds their limits and civil strife occurs, servitude comes to kings and royalties.

The king who tormented the people in any novel, comic book or game is dragged down with death from his throne at the end.

(So nobles in this country don't want to be kings themselves.

My father, the King, is on his throne to be held accountable for the revolt that may take place in the future.

It's about my brilliant father, you know that. But to protect his family, he stays on the throne at the end of the day to fulfill his responsibilities.

(I will never let that happen.

I won't let you kill that sweet father.

"Anybody?

"Yes?"

Hershelik interrupts his thoughts and turns to the store when he rises from the crate where he was sitting.

"Is that Mr. Louis' kid? I haven't heard you had a child....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Mr. Louis is going to a commercial guild.

"Oh, yeah. I'm in trouble.

My middle-aged uncle strokes his bald head.

"I suddenly needed fruit, so I panicked..."

"Then I'll keep the money. Which one do you want?

Hershelik offered his uncle, who seemed to be in real trouble.

"Oh, that'll help, little lady!

"… I'm a man, aren't I?

After that, when Hershelik stood in the store and was serving the customer with his uncle, a group of customers gathered and the fruit was sold.

Hershelik himself is often forgotten for the beauty of his father and brothers, but he is a beautiful boy. And I grew up well, and I love you.

To men, young and old, he said, "Brother, this one is delicious too. You want your brother to eat it?" and tilt his neck with his upper eyes.

The woman said, "I'd be glad to buy fruit for a beautiful person like your sister." He switches subjects and compliments, and sneers at the sales while discerning that they don't dislike it.

In his previous life, he made men's minds twitch with a trick that referenced the target of Garge's attack, and he made women look good with reference to the handsome maiden gay men. Unexpectedly, previous life's knowledge came in handy. Adoration may be common across the world, rather beyond time and space.

Besides, it would also be a factor that little kids are trying to sell. A lot of people even buy extra stuff when they stick around.

Still, there are customers who try to deceive the amount they pay because they are children. He said, "Brother? It's a thief to take merchandise without negotiating, isn't it? Legal, military and police, what do you want?" He threatens relentlessly to buy a fraction of the price, "two of them, three of us at, ah, four of those at the beginning, and don't this one..." To those who place unscrupulous orders that confuse mischievously, he smiles and charges the price without mistake, including one copper coin in his head.

Finally, I sold off the fruit I'd been rolling around at a discount, and when Louis returned to the store, half of it was already gone from the store.

"Welcome home.

Hershelik offers a bag with sales and a piece of paper.

"The customer arrived, so I went to the store while I was waiting. I think it's ok because I sold it at the store price…………"

Louis opens his eyes when he sees the paperwork Hershelik gave to him because he is unsure. The document contains the type, unit price, quantity and amount of fruit sold, and at the end of the day the total sum is filled in well. In Louis' memory, it was the best sale of the past month.

"I also sold it at a discount because it hurt because the cook cooks it. I asked for your address once.

Looking at where Louis was told, it does have a proper address outside the paperwork section.

Without Louis speaking too vividly, Hershelik interpreted it to be the worse.

"... I'm sorry I did something extra.

"That's not true! I was interested in being small but amazing!

It was incredible what a five-year-old boy would do.

"I got help and even the store number...... I need to thank you for something.

Louis twists his head when he says so. But I can hardly thank the noble son enough.

"Bye!"

Hershelik sparkled his eyes at Louis' words.

"Can I come back and help?

Louis is surprised by the unexpected words.

"I appreciate that, but……………"

"Yay!

Louis notices Hershelik as a child. He wants to do it. It's a strange thing to have some good boy.

But Louis thinks. I do not take the feeling from this child that I have looked down on civilians specific to the nobility.

"Ah, it's time to go home.

Hershelik takes out his pocket watch. I came out of the castle after noon and my time was already around four o'clock. It is possible that I will have to go back.

"Then I'll come back, Mr. Louis!

"Oh, I'll be waiting!... and boy."

Louis pinned down Hershelik, who ran out.

"What's your name!?

"Name. (c) ………………."

I almost accidentally say my real name and Hershelik hastily drinks the words. I just didn't think it was a good idea to have the same name as the prince.

That's why I decided to call it a familiar name.

"I say Lyoko!

And Hershelik hurried home. Louis repeats his name as he drops off that back.

"Lyoko, that's a rare name.

Hershelik then frequently appeared in Castle Town to stop by Louis' shop to help collect information while contributing to sales.

At first, the people of Castle Town were curious to see the noble boy helping them in the store, but only when it became a normal sight and the days without them felt kind of scarce.

Later on, I was having trouble breathing when I saw Kro, who enjoyed a long holiday, working vivaciously in the store.