Life with my Little Sister

"Hmm...... Is this the proposed modification to the Defense Overview of the Star Festival?"

In one of the rooms of the Cyril Political Hall, there are two figures.

On the other hand, we got to the executive desk, a magnificent man.

And now, on the other hand, he was a well-dressed young man who seemed more apt to be regarded as beautiful than tough.

The beautifully shaped man lets the magnificent man snort.

"It's Master Left, my lord. I don't have to point out that this year's star festival is important, as I'm sure you know..."

"Ha... I invited you because it was me."

The magnificent man laughs.

He is the lord of Cyril, Aselberdamian.

The beautifully shaped man against is Edwin, the head of the Viscount Bauman family.

He is one of the city's security personnel and Frey's father.

My uncle exhales.

"Viscount Baumann. Now, I'm not questioning Sir, but it's impossible to tell him not to be surprised. I can't believe that Menno is coming back..."

"But it's true."

"I know. Not only Sir, but also from the Adventurer's Guild, reports are coming up in secrecy. No matter how much I am a dreamer. You don't have to look at reality."

The Earl flaunted his shoulder.

Reporting from the Alliance, Edwin embarks on a journey.

"My lord, did all the thieves captured by the guild crack their mouths about Menno?

"No. You should tell the interrogation that you are working very hard. I'm not talking straight away. But even if you don't speak in words, sometimes you can tell by attitude. It was reported that the men who took Sir's son were almost certain to be connected to the apostasy."

"So - what's your relationship with Viscount Dennen?

"You have no proof at all. It's an important part of it. - So."

The Earl stares at Edwin.

"Is it really that shark that captured those thieves?

"At least that's what I hear?

"Hmm...?

Damian puts his hand on his chin and pretends to think.

Viscount Baumann has no idea why he bothers.

"Dealing with nearly 10 armed groups, and winning them unilaterally…. Isn't that what was possible, Lord Shark? Most importantly, some of the thieves even had that gash. How many of these Cyrils can beat that?"

"Well, if you argue with possibility, as Sir said, there is nothing else but Shark. Not to mention that it was Shark himself who brought the thieves to the guild."

"And yet, my lord, what are you surprised by?

"Right there, Viscount"

Damian slaps his desk with a ton of fingers.

"Shark's arrangement, I've seen it too, would that be a physical attack? In contrast, the thieves are almost intact and tied up. How the hell did you say you captured him?

"Didn't you use something, a trap or a ploy? I hear Lord Shark can be long enough for you."

"I know that, too."

The Count removes a piece of paper from the drawer.

"... yeah? And you?"

"Take a look"

"Ha. Excuse me.... eh!? What is this?!?"

Edwin opened his eyes as a ghost.

There, the appearance of the anomaly was written down.

"It was painted by one of the captured thieves, a Phantom called Mejed or something."

"Dear Mejed...?

The Viscount is making his face snap.

What was depicted was an illustration of a child just kidding and wearing a sheet from his head.

Next to it it says, "I, do not dedicate my eternal loyalty to the great God," but I guess this spells out the prisoner's mood.

"Why would a thief do something so unusual like this...?

"That's him."

"What? What's that one?

"For the thieves to say with their mouths shut, they say that they were defeated by the Phantom like Mejed."

"No way, I can't believe it. In some sort of mouth-to-mouth match?

Even if Edwin didn't believe it, there's no reason to.

As never before, there is no fact that such a suspicious being has been so insidious.

I've never even been rumored.

And more importantly, there was my son Frey at the scene.

My honest son told Shark that he was helped by his own mouth.

If such a Phantom is involved, the Viscount thought there was no way he would not report it to himself.

"My lord. It seems very unlikely that you can beat that gash, assuming you have such a suspicious figure...?

"But. In the unlikely event that both thieves are correct, there will be an unknown superpower of this Mejed-like specialty. As the person in charge of policing, we can't assume that he hasn't been around since the beginning."

It is a true argument.

However, the Viscount also wonders if it might be something of the kind that he can't help but think about.

"Then, in any case, isn't there any other way to deal with it than to consolidate the defense? The amendments that I have tabled, in other words, increase the power of the war."

"Viscount, I want to increase manpower, even if my lord doesn't tell me so. Even before, when Menno made a scene, he was loathed by the country. Next time you play a big mess, you might be ordered to stay."

The Count laughed with self-derision.

duty as a nobleman.

And his own advancement and retreat.

From any point of view, the expansion of defence should be mandatory.

Nevertheless, Edwin realized that the earl's clouding of words was the simplest and most important factor - that is, the question of gold.

In the first place, my uncle doesn't cheat on the cost of guarding the star festival.

Ningro, I can even cloud when I hang more money than other big festivals.

Especially this year, we're inviting star readings.

I care more about security than usual. So never be stingy.

"In other words, I don't even know if Menno's aim is in Nabe, so I can't help it. I believe only in the words of the Lord, and I can't let the Knights enter the Viscount Denen's mansion without proof."

Being poked at that point, even as Viscount Baumann, is a little bitter.

You'll just have to be thankful that you believe your words in a situation where there's no hard evidence. In some cases, it may be taken as a false accusation.

Besides, Menno was right.

The only certainty is that my son has witnessed a subordinate in the matter, and there is no guarantee that he will still be in this city, and it is unclear whether he will make the case in Cyril.

It would be difficult to tell them to use it as a defense-enhanced material.

"The city's money belongs to the city. I am a ruler, but I can't be complacent about spending the funds, nor can I be good at using them. More importantly, the number of knights and soldiers is finite. If Sir and I were told to increase manpower suddenly, would there be a limit?

That meant that the improvements he had submitted would be rejected.

But I can't even eat it down.

The Count is giving me the most soldier I can.

(… Your Honor's argument is correct. But I have a bad feeling about it. Would Menno really, really be making an adult...?

No way, 'Kang' is the only way to eat it down.

If I have a sixth sense, or I think so, Edwin is not even a magician, and I've never even seen a rare capable person in rare times, say Six Senses, etc.

Even if I could persuade the Count, I wonder if it would be impossible to persuade the other powerful men.

(And, can we only expect Lord Shark later...)

That skilled adventurer has been gathering adventurers for a long time in preparation for the festival.

Reliable, but I guess that's also to say that we don't trust Cyril vigilantes very much.

Shark naturally knows about the commotion involving my son Frey.

If so, it should add some more force to the battle.

"It's a good story about bugs, but I hope everything goes well..."

As if to represent the Viscount in his chest, Cyril's ruler groaned with a distant eye.

Edwin can only nod back with a subtle look, too.

It was that night that the majority of the thieves under interrogation, including Gash, were poisoned.