Isekai Ryouridou

"So, you... you want me to use Asta from Fa's house to rub something like a puppet show?

Donda-Lou's voice sounded heavily in the hall of the main house of Lou.

Before dinner, they were to discuss what to do with Rico's offer. On that occasion, the families of the Luu main house, Rico and his three guests, me and Ai-Fa - and Gazran-Rutim, who wished to be present, stood face to face.

"Yes! I wanted to talk from Pinot, and I was to be greatly impressed with Asta's gorgeous raw! I promise I will never make anything crude, thank you!

Rico, with his knees firmly in place, did not even show himself wandering over the horrific look of Donda-Lou, and he responded accordingly.

Donda-Lou breathes with his nose, "Hmm......" as he slurps his jawbeard, which looks hard like a wire.

"Gorgeous raw, or... we're the ones who are most obsessed with how stunning Asta in Fa's house is living. But... I can't even imagine what you're trying to create."

When Rico tried to speak up, Donda-Lou held it down with a big hand.

"But well, sometimes I can only imagine one thing. If we were to talk about Asta's raw, we would also be talking about the uproar around the Sung and Count Turan houses there."

"Yes, of course! Or no matter how gorgeous raw you are, you will not include them all in your puppet play, so you want to put the commotion around the Sung and Count Turan families at the center of the story!

"In that case, the nobles of Genos will not be able to remain silent either. The great sins committed by Cycleus and Silhouel are most disgraceful to them, and most importantly, thoughtless."

To the words, Rico tilted his neck properly.

"But the lord of Genos didn't try to hide those stories, he turned the announcement around a lot, did he? I also remember hearing that proclamation in some territory. I'm just trying to further spread the story that was originally spread, so I guess nothing is going to buy me anger?

"But" he raised his voice was Ziza-Lou.

"If that's the story that's originally spreading, it won't be a rare story for anyone. So, isn't it going to be a show?

"No! The only thing spreading from Genos is the rough stuff about the commotion. It's not going to be Asta's name or anything like that there, and the silly part or anything like that has been omitted. Besides, the only territory in Selva that gets turned around is one that has that size... so I guess that's why there's so much strange going on everywhere."

"Weird smell?

"Yes, apart from the proclamation turned by the lord of Genos, there exists something called an oral spread from merchants and travellers who visited Genos. So there's a tail on those stories, and then there's a mixed story with all the lies."

"We do hear those stories, too. Asta used the people by the woods to defeat the noblemen who were in the way and successfully commercialized Giva meat - and so on."

That was what Dells was talking about in Cornelia.

Rico grinned and then nodded "Yes".

"The smell I heard was much more outrageous. It was Asta herself who defeated the Count of Turan with his own hands, so much so that there was such a good feeling."

"Asta herself... get Cycleus?

"Yes, Asta wasn't just a cook, she was a swordsman enough to be recognized by the people of the woods."

Someone swept up.

Take a look, Lara-Luu is killing her voice and laughing. Next to me, Ai-Fa was spinning his head on the top of the Buddha.

"I think that was just a small lodging town in the Autonomous Region. Other times, in the deep realm of Jagal and elsewhere, you had a variety of flavors. I also remember hearing that Count Turan's house was destroyed and its territory was given to the people of the woods."

"... are you putting your feet up to Jagal?

"Yes, the Jagals prefer street art, so much so that we spend half the year in Jagal as well. Sim's territory is often speechless... so our art makes it a little more difficult."

Ziza-Lou frowned a lot and was to be pushed to silence. It doesn't look too serious because I make it look like my eyes are laughing, but I'm sure I'm deeply worried.

"So... you're just trying to spread the truth, right?

When Donda-Lou spoke, Rico responded with a frank yes.

"Of course, to be established as a puppet play, you have to have this footprint. In that sense, it can't be the truth as it is...... but I want to aim for something like that that that would be satisfactory to those who know the truth"

"I don't know. In short, do you mean to weave falsehoods as well?

"When they say falsehood, it's painful... for example," The Princess Knight Zelia and the Seven Dragons "is also spoken of in books, bard songs, etc., but there are also five or seven knights of the offering there, one less by one because of the calamity caused by the Dragon King. But you can't prepare that many puppets in a puppeteer's play, and it's also not nice to show toddlers and so on that the knights are dying indestructibly, usually in numbers of two, without losing their lives. It's called foot color."

Rico started by stating that he was doing well.

"And as for Asta's story, this still has to be omitted somewhere, as we have to sum up the long time Asta has spent in four half-minutes. Conversely, there will also be a need to exaggerate or exaggerate more than actually to entertain people as a play. It's not always about twisting the truth, it's about decorating the story with words and motion."

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"Besides, the story must be as concise as possible so that even young children can understand it properly. Even important events for the parties can be done without daring… In some cases, I wonder if it is possible to shift the time of events back and forth. I want to do everything in my power to establish the truly important root part as a play that will never distort people's hearts. And then..."

"Enough," Donda-Lou waved.

"The more I hear, the more I'm going to have a headache. We don't care about the rest if the pride of the clan isn't tarnished. Besides, no matter what other people say, there is no code that punishes them."

"Bye -" said Rico as his eyes glowed, Donda-Lou strengthening his eyesight with the momentum that pressed it.

"However, I do not know what the nobles of Genos think. Our master is Marquis Malstein of Genos. We're not allowed to lend a hand to Malstein's unacceptable behavior."

"Are you Lord of Genos? But you're not interested in a puppet play like that, are you?

"It's Malstein himself who decides that. First, we have to make sure of it."

Then he hissed, but disgusted, "Hang on!" The voice echoed.

"So, do you want me to accept the Lord of Genos? I don't think we can imitate that. In short, you never wanted me to make a puppet show from the beginning."

It was Belton, of course, who freshly stated that.

It would be a great heart to be able to throw up such a dialogue even in front of Donda-Lou or Giza -Lou. but donda-lou didn't seem to have stifled the mood either, and he had a more unfathomable gaze at belton.

"Tomorrow morning, let Castle Town and the other Chiefs run the humans of use. First, wait for your reply."

"What! Are people by the woods in a position to exchange words with lords?

Rico was surprised to ask, but Donda-Lou had just responded with a "uhm" to hang out and turned his gaze toward me and Ai-Fa.

"But there's something we should be sure of before we do. In the first place, what do you think of their offer? If you're going to turn down that offer, you're going to have to run the man you're using."

"I... am not thinking about turning it down from my head. If there is a truth and a different flair, it will never be right."

After answering that way, Ai-Fa also glanced sharply into his eyes.

"But the Rico wants to hear more from Asta. If so, I want to gain the certainty that they are the right people."

"The right person, huh? At least it doesn't look like an outlaw."

"I know that, too. But would it also be certain that it is full of different mysteries?

"Mystery, is it?," Rico rounded his eyes.

"Um," Ai-Fa nods with a serious face.

"We know nothing about you guys. Where I was born and raised, no one with blood edges, how could I have worn such an excellent art by that young age... I hope to know that"

"Really...... if that earns you trust, of course we will talk about anything. Because we don't have any dark things behind us."

That's what I said, Rico grinned.

"First of all, I'm talking about birth… Me and Belton, we don't have a home. We are the rootless blood muscles."

"Root grass... what does that mean? People who don't have a hometown, they don't exist."

"But that's the truth. Me and Belton were both children of a traveler belonging to a small one called" One Horned Seat "and caught in the luggage truck producing water. Each parent must have had a home… we lost our parents before we knew it"

Rico's smile engulfed a slight colour of sorrow.

"As you can see, I also seem to have Jagal's blood, but no details have been heard about it either. Since my mother seemed to be a native west people, I am sure that she would have conceived me by exchanging affection with the people of the south whom she met during her journey. I didn't even have someone to call my father."

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"Belton on the contrary, you lost your mother at a young age. I had poor postpartum fatigue and returned my soul before Belton grew up. Belton's father was a knife-throwing performer, and my mother was a puppet… We were to learn the arts from each parent from an early age. So it seems that Belton's mother also originally helped my mother, so naturally, Belton also started to learn the art of puppeteering."

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"That's how we've been walking all over the place as one of the travelers since we were born. That's about a year ago...... a burglar attacked us and we all gave our souls back. Me and Belton would have returned their souls there if they had been... it was this Van-Deiro who saved it"

The gaze of the people gathers in the old swordsman.

But Van-Deiro looked to the void with a laid-back face.

"Van-Deiro, who happened to be on the spot, swept away the bandits by himself, didn't he? That is how you have protected us to this day, who have become inseparable. It's not enough to give Van Deiro any thanks."

"Hmm......" Donda-Lou shrugged the giant.

"So you... you two continue to work as travelers alone, losing your parents and all your companions?

"Yes, if we were meant to be, we should wish to join one of the travelers like" One of the Gamleys "… if we could, we would like to gather our own people and rebuild" One of the Horns "

Rico said so freshly, sparkling a strong light in those green eyes.

"To this end, I want to make Asta's story a highlight of my art. I'm sure you can bring in a great reputation if you reveal the story of Asta no one has ever told... what a puppeteer I am, still immature, but I still hope to put my life into it and spin a great story"

I was supposed to revisit Rico and Belton's appearance while I was kind of hit in the chest.

Just about a year ago, I lost my parents and all my companions - after such a tragic experience, the two of them are sitting here.

What a strong heart both Rico, who is bowing to everything and putting his spine up, and Belton, who is blinding himself with a challenging face.

The people of the Lou family watching over the two also felt a lot like they were revealing their expressions.

"... well, I owe it all to Van-Deiro to be able to slap such a big mouth. Had it not been for Van-Deiro, we would have had no choice but to hope to join one of the others soon. Van Deiro is an irreplaceable benefactor to me and Belton."

When Rico added that with a slight blur, people's gaze was again directed at Van-Deiro.

"So... how do you feel and act with these people?

Van-Deiro opened his mouth seemingly as Ai-Fa inquired in a voice that contained his emotions.

"Non had wandered all over the continent about three years ago, pulling himself away from his" Guardian "job. And then there's nothing left to be exchanged until this body decays. Then I thought about using the power I had left over for the young children ahead of me."

"... well," Ai-Fa mumbled.

Van-Deiro looks back at you with a grumpy eye.

"And then, is it about birth or the next-door? Born is a settlement of Drago, located southwest of Selva, with all the edgers returning their souls. He abandoned his homeland at twenty years of age, and since then he has lived as a" Guardian ". He has abandoned his hometown, but he has not abandoned it because it does not change his mood to mother the mountain of Drago"

"You're a freelance, aren't you? In my hometown, did you even serve as a hunter?

It was Rudd-Lou who asked as such.

Van-Deiro nods, "Uhm," as he stands on his face.

"There was a silver lion of Algra lurking in the mountains of Drago. I don't want to hunt silver lions that are considered holy beasts in Selva, but I have to take a knife to protect myself.... the people of Drago seemed to be repellent to the people of the kingdom as hunters of the sacred beast slaughter"

"Heh, if I were a silver lion, I'd have seen it! He was a delightful beast, but I guess lurking in the mountains is something else."

"Mm-hmm. What you're saying is that silver lion that Gamray's Seat was carrying? It was closer to man because it was closer to him than it was when he was a child."

"Oh. Even gauje leopards talk about being attacked by humans in the mountains of Masala.... but, well, I think I finally understand why you're so powerful."

With that said, Rudd-Lou spilled more white teeth.

"If you lived as a hunter until twenty years, I wonder if you feel comfortable with us. I've always liked you, Van Deiro."

"Right. It seems to me that you are more liberal than the freelancers."

Saying something unfathomable, Van-Deiro turned to Ai-Fa.

"What is it, such as the raw one? Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?

"No... I've had enough. I'm sure you're the right person. I want you to forgive me for doing unnecessary prying."

That's how when Ai-Fa beckoned him, Van-Deiro frowned at Urunou.

"I don't think it's an unwanted pry. Instead, it would be too careless to trust someone with all this talk"

"I don't think so. At least I can trust you won't imitate us like you betrayed us."

The people of the woods are sensitive to falsehood. I guess you can also guess more accurately than a normal human being whether the other person is telling the truth or falsehood. On this occasion, no human being appeared to exist as one who doubted the words of Van-Deiro and others.

"So... how's Asta?

And Gazran-Rutim has asked the fudge.

"What she's trying to make is the story of Asta. If Asta doesn't want it, then neither Ai-Fa nor Donda-Lou will admit it. Shouldn't we be honest here?

"Yes, that's right.... To be honest, some parts don't feel comfortable. It's too big a story to be celebrated by the main character of a puppet play."

Really, Rico has been looking anxiously at me.

I'll give you a gentle smile.

"But either way, my name seems to be spreading all over the place... and if that's the case, I also think you should spread the right story. I'm a swordsman who can be recognized by the people of the woods, and I just want to try to solve that terrible misconception."

"So are you accepting her offer?

"Yes, but I want you to see her work before you decide."

As I said, I set my gaze on Rico's face.

"In your story, are the Sung and Count Turan families portrayed as enemies to be defeated? But there are a lot of important people there for me. So it would be very intolerable for me to denigrate these people."

"It's... if you tell us why Asta cares about those people, we'll be sure to make the right story"

Rico smiled brightly as he looked straight back into my eyes.

"It is the mechanics of those Asta minds that I desire to know. Without listening to Asta, if I tried to spin the story, both the Sung and Count Turan families would only be able to portray it as a vicious enemy. It doesn't make sense in such a disturbing story of falsehood."

"Yeah, if that's what you think... I'm gonna make up my mind, too. I think I understand how much you're trying to make a story out of me."

"Thank you!," Rico said, jumping all the way up with his front seat.

Donda-Lou gives a heavy voice so that he can do it.

"But first, after the recognition of the nobility of Genos and the other chiefs. I don't suppose the nobility of the king's capital will shut up."

"Nobility of the king's capital? You're not sending a messenger to Wang Du, are you?

"In Castle Town, there is a diplomat from Wang Du sitting there. You should worry about it first if he doesn't say something nasty."

I totally lost track of Fermes, too. If it's Fermes obsessed with me, he could certainly say something strange. I was in a hurry to look back at Rico.

"I agree with the chief. It would be tough if the nobility of Wang Du took offense, so just be careful with that, right?

"Yes! I will try to create a story that no matter who they are, will never be complained about!

So finally, the story seemed to come together.

Then the footsteps of letting it go echo at a time when it was as if we were waiting for it. It was Dan Rutim, who shouldered Kota-Lou, who showed up from the aisle behind the hall. Instead, Tia follows suit.

"Hey, it's a gazlan! You're not done talking yet? Me, Kota-Lu and the Red Wildlings are going to fall on my stomach!

"Yes. I'm just finishing up the conversation. What happened to Ama Min and the others?

"This is how Zedias came out of the room because he started milking! If you're done talking, wait for Zedias to fill his belly and go home!

The Rutims were coming out in one luggage car, so they all waited in separate rooms for Gazran-Rutim's work to be done.

Dan Rutim, who was squirming with a cheerful voice that was not going to fall at all, turned to me all the time.

"Then Asta and I-Fa will be in for breath! Now you're coming to see me at Rutim's house too!

"Yes. I didn't come to see you today, though."

"But will we have dinner together? If I'd known, I'd have prepared our share."

"Don't let the fool out. Now that I've joined you, it's hard to be narrow."

When Donda-Lou answered on the top of the Buddha, Dan-Rutim laughed happily with Gahaha.

"Surely it would have been a struggle just to welcome as many as six guests! For today, give way to our guests from town!

"Huh? Wow, are you going to prepare us an evening meal too?

When Rico asked as surprised, Mother Meer Ray smiled "That sounds like it".

"Maybe you were going back to town? Whatever the way the conversation goes, we should bond with you, so we're ready for dinner."

"Oh, thank you. But... Giva meat is as valuable as carons, right? We don't have much..."

"Handheld, you mean copper coins? This is not a business, so I don't want to get you a copper coin. I hope you think it's a pleasant thank you for showing me."

While stating it that way, Mother Meer Ray looked back at the oldest who was smiling quietly.

"Besides, you guys wander all over the continent, don't you? That's what my Ziva lady really likes to hear. I've been looking forward to having dinner with you."

"Oh... I'd love to hear all about Selva and Jagal..."

To Grandma Ziva's words, Rico smiled back uncontrollably.

"We'll let you know as much as we can, if that's the case. I make it my business to talk about things!

"Thanks... I'm so happy to welcome guests like you..."

Meer Ray Mother stood up, laughing contentedly.

"Then we have to reheat the dish. Guys, let's get down to business."

"Yes!" leads Rimi-Lou, who gives a cheerful voice, and Raina-Lou and Lara-Lou also rise.

Rico laughed with heartfelt joy.

Belton is on the top of the Buddha and Van-Deiro is faceless.

With each passing of time, my vigilance towards them diminishes. There was still something going on with the same traveler, and I seemed to hold on to them the same familiarity with "A Seat of Gamlay".

(And then, how will Fermes or Malstein come out... especially, is Fermes or something okay?)

Like a small bone stabbed in the throat, I care about that.

But it all starts tomorrow. So far today, I just wanted to deepen what I think of these three guests with incredible charm.