Kuro no Senki

"Thank you for everything"

"No, because I am only following the teachings of the Mother God who makes loess and conducts abundance."

Smiling, Theon gave the thinly dirty looking man a soup and hard bread stewed with vegetables.

Theon didn't break his smile when the tip of his nail was touched with increasingly blackened discolored fingers, or even smelling the body odor of a man who concentrated his sweat to the extreme.

The usual.

Cooking out at the outer edge of the hashel would make contact with nature and that kind of person.

Just to thank you, a lot of people just accept meals without saying anything.

Naturally, they're only interested in today's meal.

"Mother God, who makes loess and conducts abundance," is the incarnation of the earth and has long been worshipped as a farming god.

The clergy of the "Temple of the Loess" would have as his mission the propagation of knowledge and skill in farming, but Zion had come to question such a way.

Though I don't believe in questioning the way God and the Temple are, watching worn out palms in my daily field work makes me uncomfortable and anxious.

I dedicated my life to improving the beat and wondered if I would die without being looked after by myself or anyone like my dead father without getting acclaimed.

Gungan and a dirty looking man kicked a big pot, and Zion smiled again.

A week after Tilia traveled, the sound of hammering still echoes today at the Marquis Elakis residence… new muscular men began to move around between the workshop and the tower.

Some were carrying timber, some were carrying bricks, and some were scolded by men who seemed to be field managers trying to skip.

The men are building a Japanese paper factory... a paper factory.

"For this minute, it's going to be done in two months."

"I don't know what to expect. Gather the people who are going to work, give technical guidance and stockpile the materials by then..."

Point and count what you need to do,

"Goldie, don't die of overwork."

"Ha ha, it's not even this fart"

When Chrono said, Goldie slapped him in the chest all the time telling him to leave it to him.

"But was it the line? I've never heard of sharing tasks."

"I thought this would take less steps to remember."

I tried to suggest that the line method would be easy to learn to work with and efficient, but when a skilled craftsman like Goldie tells me, I get a little butted in.

"No, the idea of a line is great. It's an unknown attempt, but I think you can wash out the problem if you try it on a simulated line by the time the workshop is finished."

"You can rest assured if you say so."

If I get on track successfully, I can recover the amount I invested in a year and a half, but my stomach hurts now, considering when I wasn't on track.

"So you're telling me to hand over the paper!

Hysterical voices echoed, and Chrono and Goldie looked at the workshop.

There Elena was stuck in the Dwarf.

"Really, you can't use it!

You noticed this sight, Elena told him to throw it away, and now he stuffed it to Goldie.

"Dwarf there, give me the paper!

"If it's paper, it's in the workshop, right?

"You're telling me because I didn't!

Mukki! and Elena turned her face bright red and shouted.

"Chop!"

"Ouch!

As Chrono gently chopped to his brain, Elena screamed like a quasi nobleman.

"Hey, what the hell! Speaking of which, you got a spare piece of paper!

"... Elena"

Quietly, Chrono pulled Elena's collar.

"Hey, stop... oh, I'm sorry, don't hit me"

"You've never hit me before."

If I wanted to resist, I could resist, but Elena showed how frightening her attitude had been.

"Gordie, get me the paper."

"I see."

Leaving Gordie to explore the paper, Chrono looked down at Elena, keeping her collar picked.

"It's not a good idea to rant."

"We're going to shelter the Dwarves!

Quickly pull the collar,

"Oh, I'm sorry, I said something busy, I'm sorry! Please, don't slap me, don't slap me, okay? Right?"

It seems her heart is broken from the beginning, and Elena pleaded desperately.

"What's your job?

"Accounting and Clerical...... and the reception of business licences for the whorehouse and slave trade"

Elena stared at Chrono with a mesmerizing uplift.

Until now there have been no constraints on prostitution and the slave trade in the Marquis territory of Elakis, but after next month neither prostitution nor the slave trade can take place without the permission of the lord, Krono.

Prostitution is basically forbidden only in conditional whorehouses.

Slave trading will also be legal only for permitted slave traders, and the Slave City will also be required to apply in advance.

"Isn't it your job to prepare paper, too?

"Yes, you're right"

For some reason, Elena stared at Chrono with her moist eyes and rubbed her thighs together like they were cut.

"In the future, Dwarf...... not to rant about subhumans"

As Chrono took her hand off the collar, Elena poked her ass cake on the spot.

Did you even step on the pebble, Elena trembled her body with bicumbicum as she sat down.

"There it is."

"... thanks"

Upon receiving the paper from Goldie, Elena returned to the Marquis Mansion with her inner crotch.

"What will Master Chrono do now?

"I'm going to check out the city."

"I see."

I changed into a tunic that was becoming completely normal, and Chrono went out of town.

The number of floaters remained the same, and the number of street-like women decreased visibly.

"... maybe it just looks diminished"

Inborn weakness...... or a sense of responsibility as a lord applauds negative thoughts, and I wonder if there is, really, a back.

As usual, Chrono cheeked on the dried fruit he bought at the dewstore.

"I'd like to reopen the sanatorium as soon as possible."

I gently thought it would be resolved if I called the director and the staff back and gave them the money ♪ but hey, the Poverty Salvation Home is not the same place that Crono vaguely portrayed... until he could be independent, where he would provide clothing and accommodation...

According to Leila, the meal is once a day, the sleeping floor is given a small dirty blanket to sleep on the floor in miscellaneous fish, not only unpaid and forced to labor, but even wind up without hardware.

It seems that it is also a daily tea meal for directors and staff to behave in a violent manner.

"You have to hire a new dean."

Across the back of his brain was the smile of Zion, a cleric of the Temple of the Loess.

"I want you to teach me how to grow beats, and if I can read and write, I want my men to teach me how to study, and I want you to teach me about agriculture around here... if I let you work so hard, you could fall over"

I was opening an outdoor shop around here a week ago, and Chrono looks around.

Fortunately, soon Zion was found.

Scion was sitting in a crate just like it was a week ago.

"Hey, Mr. Scion."

"... Ah, Master Chrono"

Looking up at Chrono, Theon shyly hid his wet robe sleeves.

"Can you still buy me a beat today? No, you don't need livestock feed."

"I don't need it at the moment." "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Being thrust, Chrono rolled down the ground.

"Sell the beat, sell it, all of it!

"Because it's a buyout! Buy it! The three of us will buy it!

"... Deneb, Aridead, please calm down"

It looks like Deneb, Alidead, thrust Chrono.

Apparently, Leila's with us.

"Um, bi, beet said, oh, uh... don't sell livestock feed a week ago"

"Huh? You're saying we're buying beats! I don't mind buying up every field! You're selling or not selling? If I told you not to sell it, I'd kill you!

Stuck by Deneb and Aridead, Theon screamed small.

"Because if you can't sell it, you can't come and buy it until the next holiday"

Leila added that she seemed sorry.

"... are you robbers"

"" "Dear Chrono!

When Chrono said as he bled from his forehead sloppily, the three men, Deneb, Aridead and Leila, opened their eyes.

"So, who, do this!

"Yu, you can't forgive me!

"You guys kicked my ass."

Deneb and Alidead are pale in the face.

We're both usually familiar with it, but you should understand what it means to wound a nobleman.

"Be careful from now on"

"" Yes!

Deneb and Aridead grabbed Zion's arm and stuck it out to Chrono.

"Look, I'm a cleric, so heal me with divine authority!

"Yeah, yeah, come on!

"Oh, uh, wow, me"

Theon is going to cry now.

"Neither of us can let you use kamikaze with so many wounds."

Anyway, there's a risk of becoming obsolete.

"Master Chrono, bend over."

"... Huh!

As Chrono succumbed, Leila crawled her tongue into the wound.

"Um, Mr. Leila? Does elf saliva have a therapeutic effect?

"I don't know."

Layla kept licking the wound for a while,

"I think this is going to be okay"

"Oh, thank you"

Her cheeks are too hot for embarrassment, but Leila is also shyly leaning down.

"" You two look hot, but we're extremely cold. "

"... Um, what about me?

Deneb and Aridead took their hands off Zion like they had lost interest.

"You can go home if you want to sell me a beat."

Beet...... watched the two seemingly uninterested besides the sugar, Chrono sighed.

"I need to talk to Mr. Theon, so I won't let him go home on his own."

"'Cause"'

"I'll buy the beat, by the way."

""... Huh!

Deneb and Aridead looked at each other and cling to Chrono.

"Hey, Master Chrono? We just want a beat, too."

"You can take me back to my room, Beat"

"You can think about it if you carry Mr. Theon's luggage to the mansion."

"" Okay!

Clenching their fists, the two began to pack.

When they finished loading their bags, the two began to pull their luggage.

"... Dear Chrono"

Krono held her in silence as Leila turned her gaze toward her.

"So shall we go?

"Oh, yes."

There were no unnatural points, Chrono walked with his gaze all over.

Nature and walking slower, opening distance from the luggage car.

But after a while of walking, I caught up with Deneb and Aridead.

Because Deneb and Aridead were staring at the billboard in wonder.

"What does it say?

"Um, this is a public announcement that prostitution and the slave trade are moving to a permit system."

Leila was faster than Theon would read out.

There doesn't seem to be a public reader who went to the bathroom or even dinner.

"... So, was it a good idea?

"Correct"

Chrono caressed Leila's head and ears gently as she said anxiously.

Sifting, Layla shook her body comfortably, shaking her head gently to bring back her sanity.

"What do you mean?

"Prostitution and the slave trade will no longer be possible without the permission of Master Krono from next month."

Hirakura glanced up at Chrono not feeling confident,

"" Why?

"Prostitution is to prevent the spread of STDs, slave trafficking is to prevent post-sale problems," it says.

He couldn't understand what publicity meant, and Layla tilted her neck wonderfully.

"... Dear Chrono, what does that mean?

"Literally, ma'am, half-elf"

When I saw the voice, Miles stood with a thin plate in one hand.

"By allowing prostitution only to whorehouses where regular medical examinations are carried out, Master Chrono made the whorehouses safe for all gentlemen to use. Also, most slaves bought and sold in this city are sex slaves… sometimes they die shortly after being bought because of the violence of the slave traders"

Miles separates words,

"For the buyer, it is an undesirable situation for a slave who pays a fortune to buy to die without keeping it for a few days. Master Chrono says we only grant permission to slave traders who are properly managing slaves to protect the interests of their buyers."

By the way, what Miles explained was the pre-construction part that Chrono desperately twisted out. Well, it looks like Miles is spotting out around there, too.

"Hey, did you get permission?

"Master Chrono knows better."

Miles smiled bitterly, showing a thin board with Chrono autograph permits stretched out.

"I was honored with Permit One because of you. Okay, now."

That's what I said, Miles turned his back.

""... Could it be that you dined with him?

"Secrets"

The more we eat, the more friendly the rumors walk alone.

If Miles says at that time that the whorehouse and slave trade will be licensed, the person he hears will believe it.

Well, I was also persuaded to agree with the permit system.

By the way, the reward Miles asked for was to make it convenient for me to become Permit One.

"Master Krono... you always think of something very difficult"

"I'm not."

Leaning his gaze, Zion was drooping his head without force.

I don't even need to worry, Krono walked out again.

"" Ice cream!

Returning to the Marquis Elakis residence, Deneb and Aridead ran away with as many beats as they could hold.

Apparently, they're not going to buy their own eggs and milk.

"I hope the general isn't mad at me...... Leila going too?

"No, let me be beside Master Chrono"

Good in the reception room, Chrono led Scion to the third floor and lowered his back to the couch.

Leila reluctantly sat on the couch and grabbed Chrono's sleeve all the time.

Sit down, Mr. Theon.

"Oh, yes."

Aren't you used to it, Theon sat shallow on the couch and stared at Chrono at the top.

"Oh, um, today... what can I do for you?

"I have a few consultations around here... can you tell me about the agriculture taking place in Marquis Elakis territory?

"Yes, I understand. In the Marquis of Elakis, we carry out a three-garden farming system."

"Sanjuku farming method?

When asked back, Theon stiffened his body.

"This is an agricultural method of dividing cultivated land into three parts, the first year into spring crops, the second year into winter crops, and the third year into fallow land to restore the field's local power and moisture, where livestock is reared. Um, local power is about the ability to grow crops, yes."

"If you want to restore local power, you can sprinkle fertilizer, and if you want to restore moisture, you can pull water through the water."

"Hih, is that fertilizer?

"Yeah, if you sprinkle people, livestock manure, food, ash, and nourish the fields, you don't have to let them rest?

The fields were supposed to be littered with cow manure, the food was buried in the home garden by the neighbors, and I feel like I was introducing it as good for the soil when ashes were littered with cartoons.

"Oh, uh, where do I source so much shit from?

"Collecting in the city, collecting cow shit?

"It's hard to transport, and no village has enough cattle to cover all the fallow land"

Chrono sighed, wondering if he had to start somewhere to increase the number of cows.

"Oh, it's about waterways, because it takes a huge amount of money and time... Oh, uh, according to my dead father, growing clovers encourages the restoration of local power while retaining moisture. Everyone didn't believe me, but, hey, I plowed the fields myself, let the cows go, and I demonstrated..."

Theon's voice was dwarfed by butt blushes, and the last one was like a mosquito squeal.

"Now let's grow clover on fallow land."

"Huh?"

When Chrono made up his mind, Theon raised his bare voice.

Suddenly, Krono immediately reconsidered whether full implementation was difficult.

"... Unfortunately, let's grow clovers on 10% of fallow land. It feels like we're going to expand the range a little bit if we get results. I'd like to ask you for technical guidance then, can't I?

"Wow, if I may."

"And then... Mr. Theon was cooking it out, too."

"Yes."

For some reason, Theon nodded with a face that still seemed to cry.

"Actually, I'm going to ask Mr. Theon for the director of the Poverty Salvation Hospital. Of course, unlike previous homes..."

The Japanese Paper Workshop, which was building the back of his brain, passed, and Chrono mouthed his thoughts intact.

"Unlike previous poverty homes, I also pay my salary so that I can rebuild my life with the good offices of a decent profession. Then it's the beet that Mr. Theon's father made, and it turns out he can make sugar. And sugar in the future...... is that, Mr. Scion?

Suddenly, Scion rises.

I think I've spoken too much unilaterally, and Chrono looked up at Scion.

"... this, this"

Whimpering words leaked from the cleavage of the eaten tied teeth, pounding and tears spilling.

"This is not much!

Theon screamed like he was no longer able to enjoy himself, covering his face and beginning to cry.

"Um, Mr. Scion?

"And my father, and I, worked hard, and yet you... made it easy for us not to!

Before the crying Scion, Chrono could only be confused.

Seeking salvation and turning his gaze around, Leila and I met each other.

"I don't think Master Chrono needs to be concerned"

"... but"

"Master Chrono is a very kind man. But sometimes that kindness can be poisonous to underprivileged people."

Maybe so, Chrono accepted Leila's words with the shock.

Chrono's kindness is a privileged position… it was fostered by continuous leeway.

Chrono doesn't know Leila's past.

I don't know how hard it was in my eyes and how desperate I was.

Chrono doesn't know about Zion's struggles.

I don't know how much I suffered.

"Wow, I... what a rude thing"

"Layla, stop!

Theon turned to the window with all the abruptness he could only say was paroxysmal.

When Chrono screamed, Leila turned to the front of Zion without a sound.

Zung! and took Leila's fist, and Zion's body floated.

Scion collapsed on the spot,

"... Huh!

I gushed my face with tears and covetousness, and leaked a non-sprinkling sound with Kehu, Kehu.

"Kee, I haven't passed out, Mr. Leila!

"I just shot through the diaphragm."

Leila circled behind Zion, cuddly neck...... maybe tightened the carotid artery.

Soon Theon stopped moving.

When Shion was transported to the bed of the room and visited the kitchen with his feet, Deneb and Aridead looked deliciously cheeky with ice cream.

"" Yummy!

"Absolutely, you're tense. Oh, Master Chrono?

Chrono sat on his empty seat and sighed so deeply that there was no more.

Are you depressed? Well, still eat this and calm down. "

"... thanks"

Chrono received the ice cream offered and carried it to his mouth with a spoon.

"I used cream instead of milk, what do you say?

"It feels like ice cream"

Differences in materials, or differences in arms?

The ice cream made by the general was not the same as Chrono's sorbet, and it had solidified properly.

"Now what?

"... made Mr. Scion cry"

"" What did you do, Master Chrono?

Placing an empty plate, Deneb and Aridead embarked on themselves.

"If I had decided to improve agricultural efficiency and reopen the Poverty Relief Hospital, I wouldn't have been able to work hard. Leila says that my kindness... hurts people."

"Master Chrono is too kind."

"Yeah, well, you're too kind to expect it,"

Deneb and Aridead put their arms together and nodded again and again.

"Because your kindness has something to do with how well you grew up. Sometimes you feel heavy when you're poor. But, you know, I really like you."

"... General"

As Chrono stared, the general missed her gaze as illuminated.

"" Huh, both of you, when ""

"Yes, about a week ago. I was going to comfort you at first, but thanks, the fire lit up."

And the general put her arms together, and blushed her cheeks, saying,

"Say what you want... I'll comfort you if you fail, so come through your kindness!

Bhashin! and the damsel slapped her back, and Chrono stood up.

Back in the room, Leila sat in the chair, staring at Zion.

"... looks pretty, tired"

"Yes."

Leila stood up silently and Chrono lowered his back to the chair to be replaced.

"Must have been tough."

Chrono stared at Zion's hand and muttered small.

Reminds me of the feeling of my hands so stiff that I don't think of myself as a girl.

"... ugh, hmm"

"Wake up?

Zion opened his eyes, and Chrono spoke as gently as he could.

"... Huh! Ku, Master Chrono! also, sorry!

"If I said I didn't care, I'd be lying."

Theon woke up his body and clenched his fist so that he could weep.

"Do you have something to say? I came back to listen to you, whether it's hard work or stupidity."

……

Theon stole a look at Chrono's face and leaned in regret.

"... My father was a junior cleric of The Loess Temple. The temple I was finally entrusted to is about three hours' walk from the city of Hachel, and I'm sure Master Chrono doesn't know that, does he? 'Cause it's such a shattered place that bandits can't even look at you."

"Sorry, I don't know"

Scion clenched his fist and ate and tied his teeth to withstand the pain.

"All this time, my father was working to improve the breed of beats. If the variety improves well, I'm sure, I can enrich everyone. That being said, for years, for years... but when the fruits have finally come true, can we eat livestock feed? Even about Clover... even though my father worked hard for everyone"

What was included in Zion's words was, roughly, an emotion not resembling a cleric...... anger and hatred.

"Me too, me too, I've worked hard, I've worked hard! I cooked it out and worked hard for everyone...... and yet"

Theon reached for Chrono's forehead... a wound that Deneb and Aridead were able to thrust at him...

"'Mother God who turns the loess into loess and conducts abundance', a healing miracle."

There was no light, no sound, and no miracle of healing by divine authority.

"No way?"

"Hehe, yes"

To Leila's inquiry, Theon grinned like a broken.

"I worked so hard, I even lost my divinity! Still, keep cooking it out for everyone! And yet it's not going to be anything! We couldn't do anything, but you... you! Just say lord, like ridicule us!

"Master Chrono...!

Chrono still controlled Leila, who was just a jumper.

"Hey, why don't you hit me! If you feel sorry for me like that... it's unnecessarily miserable"

Theon put his hands together as he prayed, leaking a whimper.

It was a heavy load, and Chrono held down his trembling knee.

If results had been achieved, her way of life as a cleric would have been her pride.

But while nothing was achieved, his way of life as a cleric became burdensome.

Living as a cleric was painful and I started hating someone without even being able to throw it out.

"If it's that hard, I'll take your place"

"... Huh!

Theon stared at Chrono in his ghostly form.

But Chrono didn't miss Scion's broken lips only for a moment.

"I'll spread beet cultivation on Mr. Scion's behalf and let him plant clovers on fallow land, so Mr. Scion can figure out a way to reform agriculture on my behalf and serve as Dean of the Poverty Salvation Home."

"Yeah, 'cause that's what I'm saying"

Chrono smiled and packed his distance from Zion.

Poking his hand, the bed clamped to protest.

"I can, because I am Lord of the Marquis of Elakis."

"... because if they do that"

"I'm not going to deny everything I've done, but you can't do it all on your own."

Tears spilled out of Zion's eyes.