I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Oh, well done, you're here! Behind you..."

The next day, with the Marquis Celidraq and his men and escorts, we…, that is, I, Marial and Francette, were circling to the nobles of the faction.

Wouldn't it be quick to keep everyone together and say a facial greeting at once?

I thought so, but then, it's really just a facial greeting, so I can't. They don't make any sense that I bothered to call Marial to the capital.

... I mean, there's no misunderstanding around this greeting, 'that's what it means'.

"I am Viscount Marial von Reifel, thank you..."

As many as a hundred will know Marial's name, but as a courtesy, let's start with the name.

Of course, we do not introduce ourselves as mere servants or escorts.

And Marquis Selidrake briefly introduced each other, explaining that Marial, who had lost his parents and brother, had succeeded the Viscount Reyfel family, and that the Viscount Reyfel family would remain in this faction as always.

I don't touch anything about goddess-related stuff.

They are something that each should individually come into contact and negotiate at his own risk, a place of introduction as a new member of the faction, and not to be disappointed by the glaring of the eyes in the presence of the Marquis Celidraque for the introduction.

Now is only the time to connect your face as a member of the same faction and build friendship for 'then', unless you're an idiot, you don't say anything strange.

And as before, Marial finished her face-to-face calmly this time and without anything.

Among the nobles of this same faction, there are no match-pumping schemers who planted those bandits and knights.

That's right, it's an overwhelmingly advantageous condition of the same faction, and there's no way I'd risk (bragging) a strange ruse to have an opportunity to meet you right away. Yeah, that's what the guys who don't get a chance to make contact with are up to.... and the killer has already been found.

Those of the bird army who secretly tracked those knights figured out where they were going, but there was no way the birds could read the plaque, so they let Emile guide them later to confirm the owner of the mansion.

But, you know, there's nothing to worry about.

The way it was done is a little cowardly, but it wasn't because there was any malice or hostility.

I hired a bandit, but that wasn't just saying, "I want to sell you a favor and be close to you," and I didn't mean to do you any harm. So if that fails, I'll just try to make contact another way. With a slightly dastardly match pump that doesn't do any harm to Marial or us, but helps after stirring up a bit of a crisis...

That's how cute they are.

... but let's find a way to get him out. It would help Marial if he grasped the weakness of other aristocrats. Sounds like some kind of game match, kinda fun.

... The problem is, it's that way.

The people who hired and instructed those people, who halved the orphans and hurt Layette.

I won't let them!

Even if you don't think anyone will find out, then the Inquirer won't wholesale you.

Heavenly Knowledge, Chill Chill Mityl!

"I am Viscount Marial von Reifel, thank you..."

It is a greeting to the next aristocratic family.

Now the Counts.

So, as before, the introduction was going on...

"Is the Viscount about to become an adult or something? And with the sudden inheritance of the governor, he's also not educated as a nobleman... This will be a prerequisite for you to take your son-in-law as soon as possible and turn your home system into a cornerstone.

So, what about our son, etc. The second son, the third son, is also taught about proper territorial management, so you can rest assured that you have everything you need to know about the territory!

Yeah, like all other aristocrats, they're having their wives and children present in a face-to-face setting, naturally.

But the other nobles didn't say anything so blatant. At best, it was about 'I'm getting old, to your friend...'

"No, not yet, I just lost my parents and my brother and I don't feel very like that...... For a while, I'm going to take it to mourning..."

Marial chanted it was one of those pre-thought no spells. Until now, all the aristocrats who have taken a modest approach have now pulled me back.

"No, this is the time, we should welcome a son-in-law we can count on and entrust him with running the territory! And the Viscount should strive for a political compromise with the royal palaces and temples and devote himself to the prosperity of the clans and factions…"

Yes, yes, that 'clan' is my son-in-law's home.

Marial also has a great name value for "Goddess blessed, beloved son," but even without it, he is in a position to be targeted by the full nobility.

This would have been Marial's position to encourage marriage in search of a better dowry, if she were just a daughter of the Viscount, neither a nobleman nor a trail. But if you are the Viscount Principal, send every second or third son to your son-in-law and essentially your own son, who became your son-in-law, runs the Viscount. And if a grandson is born, then the Viscount family is entirely ours. In that case, Marial will die of illness or accident, but it doesn't matter anymore.

It is further accompanied by an omelet called "Beloved Son of the Goddess". There's no way they're not after me.

Moreover, the granddaughter, the child of "Goddess's Beloved Son," if well, dowry to the royal family is not a dream either. No, it would be within full range.

... That's desperate to eat...

"The Count, Viscount Raifel, too, will not have the confusion cured yet. We'll talk about that later, when we calm down..."

Exactly, Marquis Selidrake, the head of the faction and caretaker around this greeting, cracked me in. They'll do their job properly.

"Sweet what! Tomorrow, they will go to the temple and the royal palace! Both, even if you decide to try to take in the Viscount! Don't you think it would be easier to flatter them if you decided to have a fiancée just in shape first!

... but the Count doesn't seem to be willing to pull.

Ma, it's certainly much quicker and more effective to get Marial directly without having to wait for Marial to have a daughter. The Count's worried, too, can't help it.

But that's why I have to get engaged to the Count's son, who is now my first meeting here, though without shards.

"No, there is no need to worry, as there is absolutely no desire to be engaged to the Temple officials, the royal palace and, of course, the children of the Count"

"Give me that! A noble daughter is what you marry for your home! Regardless of the will of the person, the person decided by the owner…"

"Yes, so I plan to marry someone whom the Lord has decided. … with whom I have decided, my lord…"

Oh, and the Earl who interrupted the words.

Yeah, it's accidental.

"No, the Viscount, who is still a minor, should follow the advice of Marquis Celidraque, the head of the faction!

Right, Marquis!

I've been too persistent and rather frustrated with the ill-fated Earl.

... but before that, Marial is pretty tight.

He's smiling at me, but it's me. "I'm floating blue on a comet," he said.

And Marial bends her right index finger.

... it's a signal. 'I've done it!'...

I can't help it, Marial, you... Yes, The Wrath of the Goddess. No!

Don't! Dunn!

Suddenly, it exploded and blew away, conditioning vases and figurines.

"" "" "Wow!

And the Marquis, the Count, and the Countess and their two sons jumping off the couch and rolling in behind us on the other side of the explosion.

Marial stood up in a hurry, gazing upwards about thirty degrees, her hands together in front of her chest and shouting.

"Goddess, it's okay, because it's not enough to kill everyone in the Count family or destroy the territory yet... We haven't had time to panic yet..."

"... gi..."

"Gi?"

"" "" Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! "" "

Yeah, Marial didn't come here to set fire to anything about his existence.

... I disagree.

I came to the capital to put out the fire (because of you) so that there would be no strange noise or entanglement.

And the way to extinguish that fire...

Do you know how to extinguish an oil field fire?

Yeah, you're gonna stick dynamite in there and blow the flames out with a blast!