Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Wait!

"I won't wait!

This is the heart of the city of Falve.

It became known as Bride's Square at the recent wedding of the Lords and their wives, where the meadow race (Magner) is hunting the meadow race (Magner).

It's the man who's running away, it's the woman who's chasing him.

The kids rush around together in a funny way.

The adults who were in the square also pay attention to something, but take their gaze off "what a meadow species" and distance themselves from getting involved.

Eventually, the two began to circle around the clock tower.

It is a more lukewarm meadow species than it was, but because of the different strides, it is inferior to human walking power.

But these two aren't trapped by such common sense.

Out-of-popular strength and agility. And with clever body control, stack the perimeter. The only way I can keep up with this is with Valtrude, who is regarded by Yut as a "physical haunt".

"Be caught by an adult!

"Why? I'm not guilty."

"That's what they all say."

Caused by minor emotional differences.

Its origins date back to Oriental.

"Yeah......"

About an hour ago.

In that private room, Larsia was fighting the paperwork with a twist on her neck.

Even so, the parchment paper placed on the table only says lines like the mite has curled. If that fight is a game, it presents an undefeated appearance.

Are you trying to do something or create a new art? Objectively speaking, is the probability something like a quinquennial?

"Ah. I don't know what to do..."

Lined up in Yut's office, the Orientalist that is their hoarding place. The trend was accelerated by the creation of private rooms, which could be considered dedicated. Kagra's transfer to the maid doesn't change that.

It's just that Larsia is not here because she was kicked out of the office, but because Yut is trying to move in secret.

"Larsia-kun. What are you doing, can I ask?

To him like that, Ritna throws the question while messing with her habitual hair. The world's rarest being, the troubled meadow race, also gets bored if you stare at it for about an hour.

"Mmm. No, well, okay."

Larsia, who had pinched her blade pen under her nose, stared at Ritna from the front just now that she realized she existed. Even if they know who they really are, they're right across the street.

The "awesome preference" emotion I felt when I first met him seems to still be there.

"I was going to send Yut a proposal."

"A proposal?

At some point he begins to graffiti on parchment with a pen he switches to his dominant hand, and asks him straight away.

Proposal.

What's the plan?

"Maybe..."

Ritna - Tyrone, the race god of the meadow race. For that matter, a flash of light runs behind the brain of the Avatar.

I had an idea.

Could I even let you do it at the wedding again? That was fun. All-you-can-drink, all-you-can-eat. Noisy doesn't piss me off. On the contrary, it is recommended.

Dreamy time.

It's just realistically hard to do another event that massive.

Then......

"Oh well. You're gonna do the Atashi's as a true surprise wedding."

"I won't!? What are you talking about!?"

Water in her sleeping ear and Larsia stood up unexpectedly.

I will deny where there was such an ambush.

"Don't you?

I'm pretty sure I said it lightly.

Sometimes I realize that I can't drink or make a scene in the lead.

Still, you can't hide the upset by rejecting it under a word. There was also the jealousy that I had with Elizabeth.

"Ugh. Ah, well..."

You thought I said too much, Larsia's gaze swims.

"Phew..."

Ritna follows that gaze.

Both movements were perfectly in tune.

So I don't know which one moved first.

As a result, the fact remains that Larsia jumped out of the private room as if it were a detachment and Ritna chased it.

That's how an hour later.

Having managed to pull Ritna apart, Larsia ran under her most trusted friend.

"It's the limit now!

"... what the heck, from a stick to a stick"

Shall we finish our work today?

That was the right time for Larsia to jump into the office.

"Ritna was chasing me around."

"Huh. As a housekeeper, ethically, it's better than the other way around."

"It's not good!

By the time I sprinkle it, I'll be stuck with Yut, whispering how much I think I've struggled.

"You don't have to say sticks or anything right now."

Pushing such Larsia back with one hand, she sprinkles with feelings that have no benefit. I've been with my parents for a while, and the rhetoric may have gotten old.

"Don't be laughed at by Zhuyin"

"Plenty of its natural thru. You're almost there!

"Thanks for that. But talking to Larsia is easy because you can do it with reflexes."

Yut drinks up his cold coffee and sorts out the paperwork. I won't be working today anymore.

"Mr. Kagra, that's enough for today."

"Yes, yes. From here on out, it's just a man's time."

"I don't like that expression subtly..."

With that said, Yuut moves to the couch to focus and listen. After glancing at those two, Kagra resigned from the office.

Just in case, while I swear to my heart to ask Ritna about the details.

"Well, what happened?"

Ask about the situation while handing the water poured into the cup from the provided water drain.

"Simply put, when I told her I wouldn't have a wedding with Ritna, she chased me."

"That's Larsia's fault"

"Because..."

The opponent's minute divine body of the race god would be a good reason to butt in.

So neither Yut nor anyone, will be forced to.

But.

"I mean, why don't you give up?

"That's where my life ends!

Even though it's already buried in the inner moat, I think so.

"Hey, that's not a bad idea. I just have trouble sleeping."

"I didn't want to hear such a vid story!

Larsia whimpering and crying.

Acting though.

"As it is, hey, the faits accomplis are piling up. Is that it? You already treat me like my spouse in Hardentrum? From the young people, you are..."

"Has a powerful rival appeared to Mr. Arcia?"

"That's why I want to keep the cooling period"

"Is that a problem I can handle?

"Super HR! I wish I were dead."

"If I die, I'll ask for Val, Akane and Arsia..."

"Wow, a lot of people! Damn! Oh, already! After about 100 years, I wish I was surrounded by my great-grandchildren and died of old age and no pain!

Until then, I couldn't even abandon him.

"But cooling period hey..."

I don't care what you think, but I don't think running away is a bad idea either. When defeated by the Blast Dragon, he escaped.

Nevertheless, in the city of Falve, which is not even very large, so too.

"Oh, yeah. One thing, I have a good job."

"Ugh."

"To talk about an expedition to the Southern continent, we were supposed to fund it at the Dueira Chamber of Commerce, but I'm getting ready for it now."

Empirical experiments have been conducted on the methods of preventing septicaemia communicated by Yut, with a focus on Captain Ibn.

I can't believe I just said it with my mouth that septicaemia, which is more threatening than a storm on an outer voyage, can be driven away in the simple way of eating vegetables that are not heated if you take vitamin C - if you put it easily.

For this reason, offshore in Folio-Farina, sailors are divided into groups that eat vegetables and groups that do not.

At least three months had to elapse before the symptoms appeared, so I was doing such a roundabout.

"Septicaemia prevention is a proven thing, isn't it, Chicue?

"Oh. But I don't care what you say about vitamin C, right?

"Is that going to be money?

"It could be a product."

Anyway, for an expedition to the South, it's a procedure that cannot be omitted.

And this experiment must be conducted in secret. I have trouble buying up citrus fruits and cabbage in advance.

"I knew it would be gold."

Humans are economical animals.

Returning appropriately to Larsia's mix-up, Yut returns to business.

"I'm on the ground and I have symptoms, but it's difficult to manage my diet. Why, it would be helpful to see Captain Evan when the situation is confirmed. The Verga Empire, the leader of the Sahaggin" pale ”Azur-Srl, is also concerned."

"I'm willing to make you work."

"Naturally. So if it's in the name of an inspection to that fleet, you can go out in grandeur. She's not going out of Marquis de Istas for any reason."

"Hmm. But the sea..."

As a meadow species, he's not very happy.

To Larsia like that, the Great Mage (Arch Mage) said it was puffy.

"And then pray Mr. Elizabeth comes early"

"Ooh! Friends of my heart!

Larsia returns the circle and palm when she realizes she has no other choice.

Without even showing a bitter smile, Yut acknowledged (made) the letter.

"Permission to leave the Tubassa and a letter to Petra's father and Captain Evan. You can ask Jonah for a Teleportation, but I think it's better to go by boat."

"Thankyou, Yut. Thankyou."

I received the letter so that it would snap, and the meadow species left the office. They don't even think about leaving tomorrow.

After dropping off such a good friend's hindsight, Yut shifts his gaze to the ceiling.

"But..."

While Larsia is gone, Ritna buries the moat at best.

I can't help but think of such a sight.

If that becomes a reality......

Earlier it was Larsia who gave her palm back, but it actually seemed like she was just dancing on her palm.