Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Generally speaking, the event that hit the reception was to be executed in the courtyard of the Royal Castle.

It's a format called a garden party or a horticulture, but of course it's unusual.

It was customary to attract selected invitees to the large hall where balls and court meetings were held, and to behave as if dishes and liquors served luxury.

This was specially planned because King Alsace had only hope and there were thankful words for wanting to share joy with more.

For this reason, even under the castle - although not exactly the same - heart-building liquors and dishes from the royal family were to be behaved.

- That's the story that will be written in the history book.

Of course, things had a back and a table, and in this case there was a back circumstance in which people could not stand up in the bees of the two nobles, and by daring to loosen security, they showed confidence in other nobles and officials.

And we're talking about a completely different dimension than the circumstances on the front and back, but the reality was the biggest one that it would be difficult for the acorns to get involved in the reception without doing this.

But no matter what thoughts, there is no difference in celebration.

In conjunction with the end of the crowning ceremony, the feast was ready in the courtyard of the royal castle.

Anyway, more than a thousand invitees are scheduled. To this end, more than a hundred tables are prepared, on top of which a large number of dishes are prepared.

There is also a table for alcohol and other drinks, but at the same time the food and beverages were to be used in combination with the format that the servants serving the royal castle would circulate around the venue to attendees.

It would have been a problem in rainy weather, but there are two great magicians (Arch Mages) in King's Capital today. Don't worry about anything.

"Sounds like an amusement park break space."

Groom, bride. No, the new king and the new queen?

Yuut, who entered the venue before the two main actors, gets that feeling by looking at the garden party venue.

It also brings together men and women in classic outfits that, from a modern point of view, can only be considered cosplay. In Yut's eyes, it was only seen as an unusual sight.

"Yuen Chi? What's that?

"Right. You weren't there."

But I can't pass it on to Valtrude, who's next door.

When I returned to Earth, I lived in a hidden state, and after successfully contacting the Hyung-chul Conference (Danishmend), every day I exorcised monsters and made magic equipment (magic items).

On second thought, I haven't even dated her alone.

Of course, there were times when the acorns I had left behind for the Brewers were worried and not everywhere, but they only did their job nonetheless.

(I'm an idiot...)

As Yut was now depressed, a bald head appeared at present with his beard curled from the side.

"Wow."

"What. You're a rude one!

"If such a compelling face comes out, you're amazingly determined. At least let them see footsteps and signs."

"Well, then, you'll lack surprise."

It is the great sage Vainamarinen who laughs and says irrational things.

The meritorious man was naturally invited as well, but the wedding and the crowning ceremony were in absentia, with his face on this one. Moreover, despite everyone's reluctance to do so before the advent of the lead actor, he has secured several dignified yakitori skewers.

"This is flavored with the soy sauce example. Quite delicious."

"Why are all these free people around me?"

Remembering the face of the Albino girl and the meadow race (Magner), Yut sighs at this sight. Those two are here with Ritna, and they should be somewhere in this venue.

I didn't take my eyes off you.

No one can just, like, find them that disappeared.

Neither does Valtrude blame you for that. Conversely, he looked strange and stepped forward and bowed his head.

"Lord Great Sage, I've been taken care of this time"

"Huh. If that's what you think, don't take the old man's toys."

The Great Sage expresses his dissatisfaction with the fact that items purchased on Earth have been taken up. He doesn't even seem to be under his care, such as repelling the Baldur Border Uncle gesture.

Digital video camera on a spare laptop presented to Riya God. Indeed, there are aspects of reliance on Vainamarinen's possessions.

"Then stretch your spine more, and be magnificent"

Yes, at the end of the day, we leave an elderly kind of encouragement and blend into the venue. Although it was quite noticeable, as it was not a place where a large bald old man could blend in.

"His Majesty Alsace, Her Royal Highness Lady Eudit. Come in!"

Just there, the Ritual Officer's voice sounds.

At the same time, applause begins without anyone.

Using it as a signal, the new king and the new queen ascended on the altar set behind the courtyard that became the venue.

Alsace wears the same outfit as the crowning ceremony. But Eudit has changed colors and now he's wearing a bright blue dress.

An unexpected sigh leaks from attendees at the appearance of the beautiful bride and groom.

The former King Charlton watching beside him is also emotional.

"They all got together a lot. I want you to have fun today."

A short, undecorated greeting from King Alsace. When I did that, I waved along with the bride and responded to the cheer, and immediately got off the stage.

The aristocrats living side by side are too blind to the unexpected developments, but in part it is a huge celebration of applause.

"You know the story! No, my king!

"Cooking has the right temperature. It's blasphemy to miss it."

"Yeah, yeah. You've got good liquor."

Blocked by the waves - all in all, all three of them are short - I don't see them, but the source seemed to be someone I knew. I just want it to be different if possible, but a familiar voice won't allow me to escape reality.

"Hey, Val. You think you're gonna be all right?

"There is also Lord Ritna. You'll be fine, won't you?

As the patron saint of the meadow race, Tyrone also presides over abundance. The case of Ritna, the god body (avatar), was also told in advance to the Kingdom.

Of course it's top secret, but those around King Alsace should know.

"Right. You're gonna be okay."

"No problem. It shouldn't be a problem."

But anxiety doesn't go away.

Just in case, I tried to move around to see if I should re-stab the nail again, and today's protagonists, King Alsace and Queen Eudit, appeared in front of me amicably.

"Marquis Istas, guardian lord Amaxa. Thanks for your help this time."

"Your Majesty..."

It's time for you two to bow your heads in advance.

Innocence, but an outfit followed by Valtrude's beauty.

"Please make it easier. You two are our benefactors."

"I'm afraid."

That's what Eudit, who became the queen, says, but that's why I can't be outrageous. At least, now that you have eyes.

"I can't thank you enough, but I have to do everything I can."

"... it's a waste of time"

From the standpoint, Valtrude is on top.

For that reason I tried to entrust her with the response, but it seemed that the Marquis of Istas intended to leave the house slayer fully pushed and standing.

"There's got to be a reward story from the Prime Minister later, but if there's any hope, I want you to let me know"

"Then one"

Not a patron lord or a great magician, but as one man, Yut spun the word.

"Don't forget the king, don't forget the hero, don't forget the man. There's nothing else we want."

Nothing, I'm not trying to say anything alarming.

However, Yut knows.

Paint on one defeat while performing just what you will be called, a king who has been badly regarded by future generations.

After his death the ministers were to contend with each other, with great influence on the famous generals of the later world.

Have mercy on the people, but at the end of the day abandon the kingdom, and the king who was executed by his people.

King, hero, man.

Abandon any of them, you will no longer be a king named Alsace. And no one brings more misfortune to the nation than a king who lacks balance.

I wanted you to know that. That's just it.

"I understand. Let the Golden Word be the guiding principle in my lifetime."

And the king reached out, and his servant took it with respect.

Their spouses stare at their husbands happily and reluctantly.

Most of the attendees watched the sight far away, but with a sip of solitude.

A new king and a subordinate who supports it.

Receive the warnings of the Great Mage, wise hero.

Friendship beyond differences in identity and position.

He who is grateful that he was able to stand in the act of inheritance. He who thinks of the fate of the country and weeps of relief. Who began calculating whether he should ask the Marquis of Istas to mediate in order to enter the King.

Thoughts of coming to the chest varied, but the two words moved many human hearts.

That is an unmistakable fact.

"Hey, what the hell!? What is this about? This flavour! This dish!

In such a space, a misplaced scream echoed.

Its sources are either Larsia, Yona, or Ritna. No, I'm not a great sage either.

"I don't know. I don't know. This me? You think this baron of gastronomy has ingredients and cooking methods he doesn't know about?

A scream that doesn't read the air, no matter how close it is to disrespect. Harsh gaze flying from perimeter to man would be unavoidable.

But it doesn't look like I cared - you haven't noticed it in the first place - the man chews, tastes, and swallows.

Each time, his thick neck vibrated, even though his huge face swelled even more. Fine fabric and tailoring, but no difficulty in clothing that you don't mind if it's the average of the places. If you do poorly, is your height about the same as your abdomen? At least that's the body that makes you think so.

Just seeing it made me sincerely understand that I was hanging everything on my diet.

The man conquers the dishes arranged in one corner after another.

He also praised Vainamarinen, a baked chicken that was baked on charcoal fire after many sauces.

A sandwich featuring a hamburger also praised by Alsace.

And a dashi rolled egg, placed as if trying to see this flavor.

I carry all of it to my mouth to mercy, to feel the happiness of forgetting myself, but to suffer the moment I finish eating.

"Get me a cook! I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!

You can die on your own......

That was the thought shared by the majority of those present, but exceptions also exist.

King Alsace, the head of it, entered before the man and spoke.

"That's Baron Anson, famous for his gastronomy."

"This, Den...... Your Majesty. Congratulations. And thank you for the great welcome."

Self-serving stories leak laughter from the surroundings.

But it didn't look like he cared, and Alsace called out with a smile.

"The corner is the cook that I and my wife definitely called. Looks like you liked it."

There's no annihilation.

Bumps and a gastronomic baron who shakes and denies saggy meat all over his body.

"Not knowing the secrets of this flavor doesn't kill you when you die. If you die, you will be an undead monster."

"Don't bother with that. Somebody, Acorn, which ones are you calling here?"

One of the samurai serving the new king flies to the cooking place under his royal orders.

"... I wouldn't have expected acorns either"

"Don't take the trouble, really"

After this, what happens?

No, I know what happens. It's a question-attack, and it gets noticed from all around.

Problem is, yes.

Whether reality will fit in to that extent.

It was just a little bit about the future that no one could tell.