Kuro no Senki

[Duran]

Late in August of the Empire Calendar 432,

"Sir, please wake up. My husband."

"Oh, I know."

Duran woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

The bed made by the Dwarf artisans is not as stubborn as Duran woke his body.

I don't even snort when I'm encouraging Ange.

It's really well made.

All furniture is well made.

How much money would it cost to try to buy all this quality furniture in Teito?

At least, it would be difficult on Duran's salary when he was a guard in Imperial Capital.

Duran stepped out of bed and put his sleeve through his clothes.

The color of the clothes is neither white to indicate that he is a Kingsguard knight nor black to indicate that he is a general soldier.

Hemp trousers and a shirt.

It's superior for everyday wear, but it's not enough for clothes to go out into the official setting.

I don't wear sword bands and swords.

Duran is not a knight today, he is a clerical apprentice in the Marquis of Elakis.

I can be a sunny, formal clerk if I'm judged fine after three months of probation.

If it is deemed problematic, the probation period will be extended or the placement will be converted to the cavalry of the Marquis of Elakis...... he will return to the army.

"Sir, what do you want to do with your meal?

"Oh, I'm gonna eat."

Duran is worried about getting up early in bed these days.

Lateness must definitely be avoided from the standpoint of clerical apprenticeship.

Duran followed Ange and moved upstairs to the ground floor.

Breakfast was arranged at the dining room table.

Breakfast menu is bread and white fish soup, salad.

Duran sat in his seat and carried the soup to his mouth.

Marquis Elakis territory has cheaper prices for fish and salt than Imperial Capital.

The ocean is about half a day away, so maybe it's not surprising.

"Sir, how's work?

"So-so, isn't it?

Duran rested his hands.

It's a little bit of a lie.

I remember a lot, and I fail less.

I am often self-averse to my lack of embarrassment.

"Did my husband give up becoming a Kingsguard knight?

"Well, yeah"

Duran clouded his words.

"For me, is it?

"For you, for you."

Ten companions died on the mission of the Kingdom of Holy Argo.

Of the twenty survivors, ten wished to work in the imperial capital, while the remaining ten wished to move to the territory of Chrono.

Duran was the only one of them who wanted a clerk.

"If you dig all the way down, I think it's for you."

"For your own good, is it?

Oh, and Duran nodded.

Duran found out that not everyone dies as a hero on the mission of the Holy Argo Kingdom.

But I think.

Would I die a hero, assuming I was blessed with the opportunity to die a hero?

Will death be tolerated with a sense of heroism?

I don't think so.

Duran only remembered Ange when he was conscious of death in the Kingdom of Holy Argo.

Besides, it's a memory I encouraged in bed with Ange.

Duran realized that he was not a vessel of heroes.

And chose a more mediocre life than death as a hero.

Duran asked Leonhardt to look after the clerk's work.

The job was quickly found.

There was also a job in Imperial Capital, but I decided to work in the territory of Chrono.

"I don't think so. I don't think so."

"Well, swordsmanship training... you don't know what's going to happen."

Duran continues to waver.

Sometimes it's a habit, but I wanted to keep it strong enough to protect my family.

"So don't worry about your job. I still enjoy doing this. Or is that you? Is Kingsguard's daughter-in-law even untrained in her title?

"I won't be untrained like that."

Ange has said it back in a slightly stronger tone.

"But I'm too happy, I'm a little anxious. I'm lucky my husband just saw a woman like me... change his job, and this treatment."

Ange glanced at him like he didn't seem to be located.

I know what you're trying to say.

The house where Duran and Ange lived in the Imperial Capital was an amphibious place with a gutter wind, but the house, which was loaned as a lodging house, is even splendid to furnish.

"Don't you need to worry about it?

"I care."

Ange exhaled in a depressing sigh.

Duran drank the soup and took a seat.

Then Ange also stood up and escorted Duran to the front door.

Duran heads to the Marquis Mansion.

Duran's house is located slightly away from the Marquis Mansion.

Let Ange tell you, it seems inconvenient to buy it out.

"... Duran"

Duran was called by name and his gait dropped.

After a while, Bruno caught up with Duran.

"I knew it, Bruno"

"Oh, it's me"

Duran walks shoulder to shoulder with Bruno.

Bruno dreamed of a Kingsguard knight just like Duran and took part in his mission in the Kingdom of the Holy Argo.

Bruno also moved to Marquis Elakis territory after the operation, apparently thinking of various things.

I belong to the cavalry.

"How's it going?

"Fair enough."

Bruno answered as he stroked his lip wound.

Apparently, they're pretty good at training.

"Have you lost a little weight?

"Shut up about the captain losing weight. Anything, they're gonna slow the horses down."

Bruno's bosses are Aridead and Deneb.

It's about those two, so I guess you're pretty nasty and cursing me.

"You're fat."

"Shit, he's a happy fat guy."

Duran pounded his tongue.

I continue to train in swordsmanship, but I have extraordinarily less time to move my body than when I was in Imperial Capital.

I felt fat myself, but was angry when others pointed me out.

"Did the Kingsguard give up?

"Oh."

Right, Bruno nodded.

Duran is not an idiot either.

I'm going to know what they say in the shadows.

I respect your decision.

"Thank you. You're not giving up a Kingsguard knight?

"I'm a Kingsguard now."

Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard.

Duran hoisted up the edge of his mouth to look evil.

The position of the Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard, made in the presence of His Highness Alfort, is subtle.

The Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard is an army dominated by the Submen, and the Commander's Krono is a new nobleman.

That's why they don't think it's the Kingsguard Knights.

"I'll start here."

"Right."

Now it was Duran's turn to snort.

The Thirteenth Kingsguard Knights have a small number of cavalry.

Light cavalry, bow cavalry, there are only fifty seven of us adding Bruno and the others there.

Did Bruno think he could sell himself high?

Probably not.

Bruno saw the possibilities in the 13th Kingsguard Knights.

That is a possibility for the Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard, as well as for Bruno himself.

If you join the Knights of the Thirteenth Kingsguard, you might get advanced education, like Aridead and Deneb.

Even if you don't get an education, you can steal it.

Talking about soldiers and mercenaries with real combat experience also feeds growth.

Bruno is trying to get ahead of the Kingsguard.

Duran, as he walked, reported to Bruno and each other on the latest developments.

The work is different, so we can only hammer each other enough.

Just a common topic...... there was also recognition.

Clerks and soldiers are incredibly disciplined.

Imperial guards often demand bribes.

You take bribes and you spill your eyes more than you do to take down an asshole criminal.

Officials, such as tax collectors, and court nobles had also been bribed and facilitated.

That has gotten worse since the construction of the temple began.

Even if it gets worse, I don't know the exact numbers, so it's just Duran's feeling.

"To the people in the field...... well, there are a lot of subpeople. Anyway, it would be awesome to penetrate even the people in the field."

"The guy who tried to demand a bribe from the pedestrian was kicking the captain. Ah, it's like you think how hard Shira struggled, how hard she struggled, and how much she improved security, you newcomer! It was an amazing sword screen."

Whose money is it, Duran swallowed his thoughts.

Well, I guess the fact that it's not in Duran's ear stopped Aridead at the stage before he demanded a bribe.

"That was a good decision"

"Well, you've figured out that the Imperial Metropolitan ritual doesn't work. But I said, 'No bribes, absolutely!' That's hell after you ask for or accept a bribe, because of the air. I'm gonna lose my place."

Oh, and Duran convinced one.

'No bribes, absolutely!' The air is not just made by Chrono, but by people in the field who actually struggled to improve their security.

I would not just have struggled, I would also be complacent to have improved my security.

Duran and Bruno went through the gates of the Marquis Mansion and broke up after making a proper promise to have a drink or two in their spare time.

"Good morning - sooo!

Duran entered the office and reception on the ground floor of the Marquis residence and greeted him aloud.

The rooms are separated by counters about a third of the time.

One third will have a waiting room and an application desk, and the remaining two thirds will have a clerk's desk lined up.

"Oh, good morning. Earlier today."

"Good Morning"

Duran bowed his head to the sitter sitting in the back seat.

The sitter said it was early, etc., but still, Duran has never been ahead of the sitter.

The sitter is also late to go home.

Normally, the clerk doesn't hesitate to go home, although his men won't be able to.

Duran checked the number of applications at the reception and sat in his seat.

And take a bunch of paper out of the drawer...... the manual.

A great deal of work flow is written in the manual.

I can't take the manual out while I'm at work, and I have to steal the details from the seniors or make it up to myself, but without this, it's a big difference.

"... good morning"

"Good Morning"

A woman sits next to Duran.

The woman's name is Lucia.

I get the strong impression that Brown's hair up to her shoulders is not stretched, but stretched.

Noticeable nose is quite neat, but facial expressions are unavailable.

Lucia got to her seat and exhaled a big sigh.

"Sounds spicy."

"It's hard, actually."

Lucia is a tax collector.

It appears that a man named Kane previously served as captain and tax collector of the cavalry, but Lucia was promoted to tax collector because he was appointed deputy to Count Cado's territory.

"... I thought it was since September that I'd be busy working as a tax collector?

"Until last year, you're right."

Lucia exhaled a great sigh.

"Master Chrono... Anyway, I got more speed to get rid of the grain with the" Thousand Tooth Handling "made by Master Chrono. In the end, I have to slap the ho, but still."

Phew, and Lucia sighed.

I don't even know what it feels like.

If I had made my own schedule, it would have suddenly frustrated me.

It means one or two sighs.

"You have to write a report."

"Is that a report?

Lucia sighed loudly again.

"As for the results of the agricultural reform... sowing clovers on fallow land seems to improve the growth of wheat"

"How was it?

Duran has never heard of Clover helping grow wheat.

"I think I succeeded, because I have to pull out past data, and it stinks like a pain in the ass"

Lucia turned her gaze to Flirting and Duran.

It seemed clear to me that you could help me.

I'll help you if you don't mind.

"Huh? Yeah."

Lucia said happily.

"But I have to work as a receptionist."

"It'll be fine after work. ♪ The report will be on time even after the tax collection has dropped a paragraph ♪

You're a cash woman, Duran thought.

That said, it would not be in vain to appeal to you to be working positively.

"What the hell, you?"

"I'm Duran, and I'm here to pick up data on past harvests."

Did I do something you didn't like? and Duran explained the situation to the fighting hipster as she leaned her inner neck.

According to what I heard from the sitter, the woman with the fighting hips is in charge of accounting for Elena, Krono's territory.

"How many years?

"Oh, oh, how long?

"You. I can't believe you didn't know how long you were here to get the data."

Elena shook her head just to say she was stunned.

You don't have to say that much - but Duran thought, but he immediately reconsidered.

Accurate reporting is also required by the military.

Instead, I thought I was weirder coming here to get data without asking Lucia for details.

"Five years, then."

"I don't."

"What?"

Duran didn't think, and asked back.

"Last year, last year's data was reliable, but before that, reliability was one thing. If that's all right with you, I'll lend it to you.

"With data up to last year"

Well, don't ask, Duran nodded as he put a penetration in his heart.

Elena immediately took out a bunch of paper.

There's only the accountant and he seems to be well organized.

"Thank you"

"Give it back, will you?"

Duran received the data and followed the scene.

"Oh, my arm hurts"

Duran left the Marquis Mansion as he untied his shoulders.

It was bone to write down two years worth of data.

Duran thought Elena would complain, and I wrote down the data, but when I went to return the data, Elena was after she left.

Son of a bitch, and Duran looked down at his hand and smiled.

My arm hurts.

Fatigue is also quite high.

There was some anxiety about being a regular clerk, but there was also a sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.

"Well, good luck tomorrow"

Duran headed to his house.

Ange is waiting for Duran at home.

[Chrono]

In mid-September of the Imperial Calendar, 432, a husband in charge of a wheat bag forms a line and passes in front of Chrono.

Things are going well this year - and Krono had that feeling.

Krono used to go to the south side of the border last year because of his military work, which was delayed in paying taxes, but this year is faster than last year's.

According to the sitter, this is because the efficiency of grain removal has been improved by 'handling a thousand teeth'?

I wonder how efficient the work was? and Chrono stroked his jaw.

I didn't have a hard time securing a husband to carry a wheat bag this year.

Since many of my husbands are from rural areas, there is no doubt that the work efficiency has dramatically improved.

For that matter, labor costs have gone up, but the husband earns cash and his men can focus on their original work.

It's something to be happy about.

This success was in Leila's hands.

If Leila hadn't pointed it out to me, Chrono wouldn't have remembered 'handling a thousand teeth'.

"Ko, this has to reward Leila, please"

"You don't look like a reward."

When Chrono looked next to him, Elena stood single-handedly on a clipboard replacement board.

The gaze is unfavorable.

It's the kind of eye you're looking at, even if it's hard to understand.

Blah, it was a scornful gaze.

"... Cohon"

……

When Chrono sat back down, Elena silently left Chrono.

Quite hip.

Apparently, you're on guard.

"What do you think I look like?

"Your face when you're thinking about something that's not even Roku."

"Rude. As a lord, I was thinking about paying Leila back."

"So, what kind of compensation were you thinking?

Mmm, and Chrono roared.

"So, a date or something?

"You're not trying to have fun?

It was a sharp point.

"Mi, swimsuit?

Ha, and Elena exhaled.

He looked like he chewed up a bitter bug in dozens.

"Everyone hates it, but those swimsuits cost a lot of money. Because it's the supreme dish made of wool imported from the Kingdom of Holy Argo by a Dwarf craftsman... with that said, Elena skipped a sea bath, right?

"And I've been busy working!

Elena hugged the clipboard and further away from Chrono.

Autumn night long swimsuit viewing party decision, Krono laughed thinly.

"You're not even thinking about Roku, are you?

"No, not at all"

Chrono turned away from Elena.

"Are you sure you want to sell oil here?

"I'm taking a break because I got a paragraph of work. The meeting ended early."

Chrono put his elbow on his thick crotch and poked his cheek cane.

The meeting, which brought together village chiefs in rural areas, ended without major trouble.

"How was the end?

"We have decided to grow clovers on all fallow land starting next year"

"You don't look very happy."

"I had Mr. Sitter prepare the materials and practice explaining them at the meeting... the materials were enough"

Chrono drooled his head without force.

It was quickly decided to grow clovers on fallow land.

The village chiefs were sending villagers in as husbands to gather information, and it was such a smooth meeting that they wanted to think about it.

"For once, the material was useful."

"That material, Elena made it?

"It's not me. Look, there's a guy named Duran the Clerk Apprentice, right?

"Oh, you're the one Lord Leonhardt has recommended."

Chrono immediately remembered Duran's name.

There were a total of ten letters of recommendation sent by Leonhardt...... Duran was particularly impressed because he was the only married person and was recommended as a clerk.

Chrono addressed Duran with the refurbished empty house as his quarters.

The bedroom was remodeled with care.

But Chrono is still worried about whether Duran should be hired.

That's why we have a probation period.

"That's the guy who came to borrow the yield data. Maybe it was Lucia the tax collector who actually made the dossier."

"It is."

Elena had an acquaintance with a clerk besides Westa, and Krono hit the gavel while thinking rudely.

"We've had more than three years of successful agricultural reform, so be a little happier."

"No, I am, but I am. I've spent three years and you say it lacks exuberance."

Chrono pointed his lips out that my position, which I even made to the set of supposed questions, was….

"That's because you're inconsiderate, isn't it?

"Sure, I don't think you're as thoughtful as Mr. Zion"

Chrono remembered Scion.

Scion was weeping when he decided to grow Clover on all the fallow land.

"Well, I'm glad you succeeded."

Chrono squeaked smudgingly.

Chrono glances at a report written on current year expenditure and expected tax revenues.

Still, September remains a week, and tax revenues cannot be denied to fluctuate depending on the market for wheat.

The report is only provisional.

"Chrono, forget about your work when you're drinking incense tea"

When Chrono looked up, Tilia had a grumpy look on her face in the opposite seat.

Tilia mouths the incense tea.

At the next moment, Tilia's expression was soothing.

Something seemed happy.

"What is Tilia thinking when she's drinking incense tea?

"When I'm done drinking incense tea, I'm thinking about what I'm going to do. What's wrong with that?

"Yeah, I don't know about that"

Chrono sighed.

According to Layla and Sitter, Tilia was doing her lord's proxy job properly while Chrono was away...

"If you care about me."

"I didn't do it."

Yes, and Chrono nodded.

I expected the answer that I was having a husband as a full wife, but maybe I shouldn't have.

"Now you're not even a caretaker."

"Isn't that my dialogue?

Tilia threw up a manly dialogue, knowing or not what was in Chrono's heart.

It's a dialogue I'd like to say for once.

How did this happen? And Chrono doesn't even think about it.

Tilia behaved like a queen in military school.

At least, the rice I eat without working wasn't the type to say it was delicious.

"Chrono, there was a time when I thought of you as my lifelong friend."

"Huh."

Maybe after we beat Tilia in the military school exercises? and Chrono figured it out.

I feel like I've been showing one scale of Tilia now since that time.

"I think it's a relationship where I can open my chest collar and talk to my friends. Not to mention couples who spend their whole lives together."

"... it could be, well"

"You will, you will"

Chrono missed his gaze from Tilia, who nodded all he said was to get my will.

Even Chrono, I think it should be a relationship like Tilia said with a lifelong friend, but I think the reality is different.

Chrono joined hands to see if Tilia was innocent or if I was dirty.

The gaze remains off Tilia.

"... my mother tends to be sick."

"It's my first ear."

Chrono untied the hand he was putting together.

"I'm curing in a place called Castel Justia, away from the Empire City. It's been years. My father never saw my mother while he was alive. I bet my father didn't love my mother."

Tilia poked her cheek wand and said carelessly.

Chrono felt like he finally understood Tilia.

Tilia is as innocent as a child.

Maybe Tilia taught someone to define a friend.

But I couldn't be the kind of person I could call my friend, and I never had a chance to learn about the couple.

I may have had a chance to learn, but there was no example close to me, so I guess I positioned the couple on my friend's extension line.

"... Tilia, what is it about the couple"

"What?"

Tilia got her place right.

It's an attitude that doesn't even make you feel fine dust like you were careless earlier.

"I'm good with friends, but what do you think we should do with each other's bad parts?

"I think we should praise behavior that is off track, annoying others, or unworthy of our position, but shouldn't it be basically acceptable?

"Right."

Chrono nodded, feeling guilty.

Warm emotions spread to my chest when I thought that Tilia's behavior so far was part of a clumsy expression of affection.

Imagine that Tilia thought that this should be accepted as a true wife, but she had zero evil grin.

Expenditure for the current year amounted to 49,38 gold coins, 74 thousand seven hundred and fifty-four gold coins and 10 silver coins… and Chrono reads the report in his own room.

Including taxes, harbour royalties and stock dividends that slave traders will collect, the budget for next fiscal year is going to be amazing.

First the cemetery, no, would you rather have a spiritual temple or a barnacle hall? And then we did some street maintenance, more cavalry, so I bought a spare horse, and I want the school to move on to the next step, too - and Chrono fell into bed and sighed.

Looking beside him, Tilia lay in bed and watched Chrono.

Tilia is in complete relaxation mode.

"Chrono, was there a problem too?

"I don't have a problem, but I was wondering what I'd do next fiscal year"

"Um, building streets is indispensable to developing commerce. Chrono, what's with that sorry face?

"Eh, 'cause you're thinking the same thing as me."

"It's nothing now! Wait a minute, I'll give you an idea that'll surprise you."

Tilia scratched Hussein on the bed and put her arms together as she thought.

Chrono also imitated Tilia and scratched Hussein on the bed.

Guru, Tilia roared.

Tilia came up with an idea and the grudge that Chrono would do no good went on for a while.

"... how about we expand the market a little more aggressively?

"You mean you do the same thing in other territories as Viscount Hamal?

"Exactly"

Tilia nodded satisfactorily.

Remove tariffs and lay down the same dew-store regime… Involving adjacent territories would increase the size of the market and would activate the activities of pedestrians.

"Uh-huh, what do you think?

"That's an attitude that doesn't boil down."

"No, I think Tilia's idea is amazing. Would the other lords be interested if I suggested it?

"If you ask me, I will."

"Yes."

Chrono was only a little shocked that he was agreed, but he understands his position quite well.

Chrono is from the new nobility.

From a historical aristocrat's point of view, he is nothing but a builder.

I wonder if there are many old nobles who would be interested, even if such a chrono suggested it.

"Then why don't you honestly suggest it?

"What do you mean?

Tilia swelled her little nose good at it.

"It's an easy thing. Let the merchants sell the wool imported from the Kingdom of Holy Argo in other territories. Because the wool of the Holy Argo Kingdom is expensive, that should interest you. Viscount Hamal...... No, because it is the father who is representing the lord, the former Viscount Hamal? You may ask the former Viscount Hamal to give gifts to other lords"

I just strained my chest to say how was Tilia.

Looks like it's not Tilia, Krono applauded while thinking rudely.

"Quickly, write to Lord Brad."

"Why don't you ask Cecily? It's my real daughter's favor. The former Viscount Hamal will respond with pleasure."

Chrono leaned over, dazzling and sweating.

"Chrono, what's that fatty sweat? Did you do something to Cecily? Chrono, look me in the eye!

Chrono turned away from Tilia.

I ran away from Tilia for a while, but it's not something I can get away with.

"We have served you. No, I hope you don't get me wrong, because it's really just service."

"... I will persuade Cecily"

Tilia sighed deeply.

[Ignis]

Ignis looked down on the city from the high ground.

The city where Ignis' mansion is situated is called the Little King's Capital because it is on the shore of a lake.

It's a big name, Ignis grinned bitterly.

What Ignis is looking at now is not the lake from which the Little King's Capital came, but the market outside the city.

I see many tents and carriages.

The market seems to be thriving today.

The merchant comes over the coma forest.

Apparently, the trading route has chosen a safe route, but just because it's relatively safe doesn't mean there's no danger to all of them.

Still, merchants profit by putting danger and profit on the scale.

Merchants are extremely greedy creatures.

And that greed is moisturizing Ignis' nostalgia.

Of course, you shouldn't be satisfied there.

Ignis has to figure out how merchants don't lose their greed and how to moisten the people's nostalgia.

The right sleeve of the military uniform rocks in the wind.

Someone grabbed the right sleeve of the uniform.

When Ignis looked next door, Aqua was grabbing her sleeve.

"Ignis, do your job properly"

"What about you?

"I'm doing a good job. How many clerics do you think I pulled out of the old Temple of Heaven?"

Aqua strained her chest well.

Formerly the "Temple of Aether"...... No, formerly the "Temple" is a name to distinguish it from the "Temple" launched by Ignis and the others.

Naturally, the "Temple" launched by Ignis and the others becomes the new "Temple".

Since Reum's loss, the former "Temple of Aether" has been engaged in a power struggle over the seat of the next high priest.

Aqua is multiplying the power struggle of the former "Ethereal Temple" to pull out clerics and cleric apprentices.

"And it looks like Wentos and Terra will be on our side, too"

"What hand did you use?

"I didn't do anything. I'm sure neither Wentos nor Terra wanted to be on the side of the old Temple. With me."

Aqua told him to exhale.

"... I'm an idiot"

Ignis shrugged small.

The horizons were too narrow.

I have not made an effort to understand the other person just because I would be right.

"Ignis, work"

"I work well."

"To little Ignis."

Ignis groaned at Aqua's words.

"Look, you're leaving the package from Lord Chrono alone. Then I can't say I'm doing my job properly."

Ignis couldn't say anything back.

Chrono's letter… As soon as I read the first line, I was unmotivated, so I came to the high ground.

"So, what was the package Lord Chrono sent you?

"... an agricultural book"

"Ignis."

Aqua said in a blameworthy tone.

"Why are you leaving me alone?

"Krono is trustworthy."

Aqua exhaled a great deal.

"He could be trying to trick us."

"So you validate, right?

"... well, that's true"

Ignis couldn't say it back this time.

Aqua is right.

Visible benefits are needed for the new 'Temple' to expand its forces.

"Aqua, what do you think Chrono is thinking?

"Right."

Aqua put his arms together as he thought.

"Are you going to help us?

"If this one gets the upper hand, now you're on our side."

"How about that? Hey, don't look at me like that."

As Ignis glanced, Aqua reversed his willow brow.

I don't have scary eyes.

"Want to check in the water mirror? You can make it in no time, can't you?

"Maybe he had scary eyes"

Ignis withdrew his foreword.

"So, what do you think?

"Well, good."

Aqua pointed her lips like she was obstinate.

"It seems that Lord Chrono wants the forces of old and new 'temples' to antagonize him, but you think that's for a deal."

"I mean, money."

Ignis pounded his tongue.

I had a lot to say, but I swallowed everything.

It is also true that the power of gold supports the new Temple.

"You can trust me if you have a match of interest."

Ignis sighed and stepped out.

"Ignis?"

"Work. Return to the Mansion"

I don't know how far I can trust Chrono.

Now we should deal with the problem in front of us.