Naturally, it seems that one question is not enough.

Just as the next question was about to be asked, the carriage stopped.

It was time to set up camp.

So this is where we are going to camp tonight.

We would need to find a place to stay at the halfway point of the road.

We opened the map, checked our current location, and marked it.

This area needs to be improved.

But I still haven’t gotten around to it yet.

It’ll have to wait until after I’ve taken care of the top-priority tasks.

The camp is a normal camp.

But it is a medieval camp, not a pre-reincarnation camp.

(T/N: I think that what he meant was that it is not modern.)

It takes a lot of time to get ready, like going to fetch water.

When I tried to help, they stopped me.

Mil was looking at me with a stern look in her eyes.

“Al… you’re not good at this kind of work, so you’d better just stay put. You helped us before and dragged us down, didn’t you?”

I am not good at this kind of work.

I couldn’t just sit back and watch and helped… but I dragged their feet wonderfully.

My men couldn’t ask me to quit, and as a result, they consulted Mil and I would just sit back and watch.

It’s sad… I have no survival skills…

So I had nothing to do but watch everyone work.

Meals on the move were mostly preserved meat, which is very extravagant from other regions.

Meat itself is a luxury.

When I mentioned this, Mil and Kiara looked at me with a distant look.

Well, no matter how extravagant it is, with that much meat…

Thanks to this, the evolution of meat dishes has been amazing.

No question time at night.

It was pointed out to me that it would make it difficult to sleep.

So we spent the evening chatting.

But the trouble was, I realized after all this time that there was nothing to talk about except political affairs.

All I do is this.

I tried to find something to talk about, but I couldn’t think of anything good to talk about.

No… there was one.

“Do you get tired of eating on the move?”

Kiara tilted her head at my question.

“I think it’s pretty much like this.”

Mil nodded.

“She’s right. If you insist on variations, the luggage will be heavy.”

You’re right, weight is important.

“I think more variation in seasonings would do the trick.”

Mil tilted her head.

“Seasonings… pepper and such are very expensive, right? I wonder if we could do something with local ingredients.”

“Yes, I would like something that is readily available to the public. It won’t be ready right away, but… I’ll have them do some research.”

Mil couldn’t help but start laughing.

“I don’t think Al needs to say anything about that. Why don’t you just give them some free time to do their research?”

“Oh… I see. That’s a good idea. It seems I’m getting too involved in everything.”

I was so embarrassed that I scratched my head.

Even Kiara started laughing at me.

“It’s okay to relax your shoulders a little more, you know.”

If left unchecked, I would end up getting involved.

I guess I should restrain myself a little.

“Yes, I have a lot of things to think about anyway.”

Mil makes an astonished face.

“You’re really not listening…”

“Oh no… there is always something to think about, such as the relationship with the demon tribe and what comes next.”

Mill turned into a slightly thinking face.

“It would be best if there was no conflict, though. As long as I’m with Al, I could understand that that wouldn’t be enough even if I didn’t want to. It’s just a matter of when they’re going to attack.”

(T/N: What she meant to say is that no conflict wouldn’t be enough.)

Kiara sighed as well.

“If reason and profit and loss was the top-priority… we could talk about it, though.”

That’s why we were able to drift to the frontier and secure our survival zone, though.

“If reason and profit and loss came first, we wouldn’t have drifted all the way here. Principles that were valid at one point in time can have a negative impact at another point in time.”

Kiara tilted her head, as if my answer was questionable.

“Was their claim of principles valid in the beginning?”

“Yes, when we are united in spirit, we can ignore sacrifices, etc., and still push forward to our goals. That’s fine at first. Once you have a sphere of survival, it can slow you down when you try to stabilize. This battle is an example of that. In the first place, they do not have to fight with us. Sir Oliver understands that we do not intend to forcefully pacify the region.”

“But it’s still impossible, isn’t it? It must be difficult Mr. Oliver too.”

“We don’t know what’s going on over there, after all. Even if we accept their demands, we are bound to bump into them at some point, as long as we can see the escalation of their situation.”

As we were talking about this, I sensed a presence behind me.

I turned around and saw Ardelheid who is smiling.

“Lord Alfred, let’s talk about muscles, not such a serious subject.”

Move away from the muscles already…

“I can’t talk about muscles.”

Ardelheid, who didn’t care about my unfriendly face, sits behind me with a smile on her face.

It’s because I was guarded by Mil and Kiara on both sides.

“If Lord Alfred worked out, you would be perfect and irresistible!”

It’s one thing if it makes Mil happy, but what’s the point of being popular with others?

“I don’t think I want to be popular now…”

Mil becomes pouty.

“Listen… If Al were to get all muscular, it’d feel nothing but out of place.”

Kiara nodded.

“Brother is good only because he is plain.”

Are you complimenting me or belittling me…

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