Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"I didn't think this would happen..."

From behind, the hustle and bustle of the court ball comes through like a different wave.

In the meantime, now but with an emotional voice, a brunette boy in a white robe snapped.

"First, you think you're going to come to the royal palace many times? From there, first of all, it's impossible. Besides, I'm the guest of honor."

From the balcony, you can see the king's capital at night. However, because the lights that are on are too whispered, it is not possible to discern them until the details.

Seeing that - well, I don't see it - makes me think about whether it's good to be here.

So I was late to realize.

"Were you here? Didn't I look for you?"

A clear voice strikes his ear, as if he had rang a silver bell.

"Oh, Val."

But I panicked for a moment.

Immediately regaining his spare time, the black-eyed boy looks back and welcomes his fellow travellers.

Beautiful, she was a girl.

The blonde hair shining under the moonlight sprinkled into what seemed to be a monstrous charm in the dim darkness, and her pale and beautiful eyes were so impressed that she was going to be drawn in like the sea at night.

White skin like fresh snow is covered in silk evening dresses and my eyes stick to my bumpy shoulders because I'm used to seeing my usual armor look?

You think it's beautiful or something?

You'll be used to being told, and such expressions are common, but it's also the truth that you can't say anything else.

"Mm-hmm. You're telling me to stop calling that Valko, right? I'm Valtrude."

"It's a long time."

"Then it's good in Val, right?

It was a nickname that elementary school boys could not even describe as a nickname given like bullying a girl they liked because it was too pretty to call a name.

I still use it, but my buddies smile at me.

"Where are the Arcians?

"Well, aren't we having fun doing each?

"That's more than anything."

"What were you doing here?

"I almost got set up a pageant, so I ran away. If it had all worked out like that, my daughter-in-law would have been over ten."

"It's..."

I guess you have an idea. A beautiful girl in a dress gives an indescribably savoury look.

But it is not impossible for the royal nobility to want to forcefully but to bond.

Even if we think of ourselves as an adventurer, we deserve to be called “heroes."

Leader of the party. Valtrude of the Cathedral Knight (Paladin).

Exile, a barbarian warrior (Barbarian) of a rock giant (Jarloot) who wields a chained hammer like a storm, nearly twice the size of a human being.

Serve as a scout and master of bows. Larsia, an adventurer of the meadow race (Magner) who even uses magic.

Archbishop of Truss-Sink (Patriarch), who presides over magic and death. Arcia, master of divine magic.

"Jonah, a psychic girl who was an experiment in the Book of Nothingness.

The boy traveled with these five.

"Well, I know I'm easier to do than both that adventurer & the rootless"

"It's a terrible story, but it's hard to deny..."

So, the conversation broke off.

I can remember the illusion that the hustle and bustle of the venue has gone far and as if we were alone in this world.

A world just for two.

Valtrude cut out the story, hesitating to break it.

"Actually, I need a favor."

"Please, Val, if you want me to stop calling you, don't do it right."

I knew it wasn't such a favor, and I wasn't sure I'd do it while I said I'd do good. It would be a violation of the convention, but it's a shade of light, so naturally.

But Valtrude didn't quite try to keep talking.

Now she doesn't have a familiar magical silver (miserable) plate armor or a large shield with magic that completely avoids lethal blows. So is the Divine Sword (Subjugator).

An immortal beauty dressed in a white brilliant silk dress. Such a Valtroude is mowing, laying face down and looking at this one.

Unexpectedly, the wind blew on the balcony, carrying the smell of a refreshing perfume.

I feel signs of a confession, my heart rattles.

(No, no, no. No)

While I do, I get evil expectations.

"I know I plan to go home. It's only natural for us to miss our homeland."

Night breeze passes between us.

The boy shrugged his shoulders, not because of the cold.

Because I am ready, I have about a year's respite before I return to my hometown.

It's not once or twice that I've been asked if I should stay because I'm building that status here.

And some parts of me think that's true.

Still, he felt a draw when he was still disappearing from front of his parents and friends without saying anything.

I can go home, so I want to leave.

I don't know if I can come back again, though.

"But until then. Between now and then, why don't you be mine?

"Ooh? I mean, why are you affirming that?

"Right. Good. You're one of us."

"No, wait. What are you gonna do to me?"

"Didn't I tell you it would be mine"

"Explain."

"Well, I don't know what else to do..."

As I said in the light of the mosaic, it seemed as if they were going to confess just now.

"Will you be my secretary?

"Secretary?"

"I got a territory and a title -"

You gave it to me.

"Oh. Above and beyond that we must ensure the safety of our territory, collect taxes and fulfil our obligations as nobles"

"Well, I guess so."

It's called territorial management.

"But there's no way I can do it. I don't know, I can't even read the letters properly...?

Yes, it was.

I accidentally held my head to this simple fact.

An extinct beauty who prides herself on having given the Devil's Sword from God and saving the kingdom of Rotosilt from the peril of ruin, and the bravery of no one in line.

Soon, the girl officially joins the line of nobility and becomes Istas Bervaltrude by worshipping part of Silver March.

The only downside to what can be described as that is - brain muscle.

"You didn't learn anything at all..."

Why did she end up being recited?

That was only five days ago.