Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

"Guuuuuuu! They did it. Ugh!

"Hahaha! Oh, Zuba!

"Huh! Whoa!

"Eh! Zaku!"

"Uh-huh, remember me. Uh-huh!

"Hahaha! Do more! More!"

"Uvoaah!"

"Um, how long can you go on?

Me and Damon, Christella waits for your Brave Man and Demon King. Hmm, it's time to open up. Me and Damon were glued around you, waving our tails happily. Wu also said, 'Done?' Looking at me like that. Hey, you haven't played with a kid in a long time. Do you want to play with the basils later?

Damon, the moment I saw the bamboo light you pulled out, the Kansai in me who's been asleep for a while now woke up. That is, the Kansai habit of 'if they do the slashing motion, they can't help but react to the slashing'. You can no longer say this is a curse. I can't help it. It would have a higher response rate than waving a cat jab in front of a cat. Some people say, 'Oh, none now! One more favor,' so much so that I sometimes ask myself not to do it and start over.

By the way, 'Bread in Pistol' is a variation of a shooter versus a avoider, a bouncer in a barrier or something, but in the case of a hanging, it almost certainly slashes me. Sometimes when it is a tang bamboo crack, the blade is seriously removed. I have no choice, because I'm Kansai.

"Eh, let's play more"

"Damon Fong, His Excellency the Associate Baron has an appointment with his husband from now on. Listen to me."

"That's right, Damon. Besides, is it time to learn how to do it? Come back to your room and get ready."

"Yes. Bye, sister, brother Beat! We'll play later!

Damon, you ran back to the mansion waving your hand. Um, you haven't seen a healthy kid in a long time. After all, it is best for the child to be healthy.

"Thank you for your consideration, Lord Faith"

"Hmm? No, no, you're a fine, family-minded kid"

Mr. Aristotle bows his head to me. Whatever it is, Damon, thank you for my response to your sword pointing at me.

Though Bamboo Light points a sword at a historical nobleman. I can't complain about being received as a duel. Depending on the flow, it cannot be said enough that it will not develop into a total war of honour on the house. I don't know if he's a nobleman's mentor, but I refuse to smell that annoying.

For your convenience, I'm just a kid, too. That means Damon asked you to be a little brave. I am the Great Demon King. I mean, I made it a kid's play. Then no one has to look at the painful eyes.

It's easy to avoid a six-year-old sword, and the reactions that get slashed are yours. Damon, you were caught as well as continuing the overreaction, and as you can see, "The Brave and the Demon King". Kind of. Well, I was happier than I thought, Damon, but I was attached to you for over half an hour. Where is that energy coming from?

That's why Aristotle, the next head of the Hugo Marquis, bowed his head in response to my response to not being important. It's hard to take over, too.

"Have I kept His Excellency the Marquis waiting? Shall we go?"

"Ha ha, come here then"

Today's outfit is a dark green nobleman-style plain garment tailored to Samantha. Fix the hem of the slightly disturbed shirt and head inside the mansion again with Mr. Benjamin's guidance. Speaking of which, it's quite large, but it was an entrance here. I'm glad no other customers came.

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"Father, I'm home now. I'm sorry for your concern."

"Um, you're back well. Is there anything wrong with your body?

"Yes, no problem"

"Right. I'll talk to you later. Stay back and rest today."

"Okay. Excuse me."

It's a conversation between Mr. Aristotle and the Marquis Hugo. That's hard. It doesn't look like a parent or child at all. Is this what aristocratic parents and children are like? The village chief and your daughter were more at-home though. Well, the village chief wasn't very aristocratic in the first place. To be more clear, he didn't even look like a village chief. I'm tighter when people say I'm a late century winner. Whoo!

Meanwhile, this Marquis Hugo looks very aristocratic. Skinny, bone-floating cheeks sneak the hearts and minds of the grand aristocrats, and the mustaches on the mouth are neatly groomed for a glimpse of a few facets of character.

Blonde hair close to brown, blue eyes, high nose, I see, makes you feel the connection of blood to Mr. Aristotle and Cristella. But his eyes are sharp, and he emits a cold light that he sees into the back of his mind. More like a high-ranking bureaucrat than a politician. The atmosphere is similar to that of Baron Northshore in the Internal Affairs Letter.

The body wrapped in tailored, greasy aristocratic plain clothes is about one hundred and seventy centimeters, not so large. But the signs that can be emitted or the intimidation, that kind of atmosphere could be more than a village chief. Maybe this is majesty. The king was like this, but I feel a little different in quality. By analogy, would a king be a typhoon and a marquis a snowstorm? Even the same storm feels like different calories. Always a calm impression.

So this guy went up high and enslaved Cristella? I'm not half uncomfortable. There's going to be something behind it. Or there must be. How troublesome.

"Is your lord the Associate Baron Faith? I have nothing to thank you for bringing my son back. I am Christopher de Hugo, the Marquis de Hugo."

"No, only if your son struggles. It's not enough to be thanked. I'm late for my application. My name is Beat-Face, and I received this request from the Adventurer. I am giving my name to the nobility as I sit last. Get to know me. This is the report for this request. Please check."

"... Hmm, well put together. I've heard stories, but you're young, but you're good."

"I'm afraid."

With humility as a Japanese, I give you the investigation report for this request. The contents are mainly related to Mr. Aristotle, and the destruction of that mysterious island and pirate stronghold is bogged down. It doesn't matter what you asked for.

But to talk about...? Do you have any idea what your identity is? The source of information would probably be the Adventurer Guild. If you were a marquis, you'd have about one of the handouts inside the Adventurer's Guild. I don't care.

'D' in the name of the Marquis means there is a blood connection to the royal family. The Marquis family of the kingdom has not less than a blood connection with the royal family by giving daughter-in-law to the royal family or by descending from the royal family. I know it's close to the last seat, but I have the right to inherit the throne. So Mr Aristotle will also mean precisely Aristotle de Hugo. Because the throne is basically a male inheritance, Kristera has no right to inherit the throne, even if she has not fallen into slavery. It's Christella-Hugo.

"Then take this. Please do me a favor."

"Sure. Now, if you'll excuse me for today."

Received proof of achievement of the request from the Marquis to return to the reception room later......

"Oh, Father!

Cristella, who was holding back behind me, raised her voice as she tried to leave the reception room. Well, you will.

"... what can I do for you?

"Um, me, that!

"It looks magnificent, more than anything. See you, Baron Quasi, again."

"Okay, then. I'm coming, Christella."

"... Yes, Master Beat"

Pull Cristella's arm and leave the room.

The Marquis didn't blame you for the impropriety of the slave speaking directly to the nobility. Hmm.

I was convinced by the current interaction. After all, the Marquis is deliberately putting Cristela into slavery. Besides, I have some care. Otherwise, I wouldn't say 'more than anything you look magnificent', and I wouldn't even sell it to a good little bearded slaver of people. Maybe he was really going to buy it back. I just bought it before that.

The time to buy it back... the school's graduation party was the end of the fall. Speaking of what happened after that... a coup in Wang Du? Marquis knows that... but like you don't have to drop him into slavery?

No, have you already decided that this is a situation where the coup can't be stopped? Trying to improve the heartbeat of Prince Idiot and his country daughter in order to defend their territory?

In the first place, there remains one mystery in that coup. Who worked in the palace? You can't do that to a country girl without power or a stupid prince with only a sword. Someone powerful must have helped. I also thought, 'Maybe the Marquis will,' but that gives me no reason to enslave Cristella. You're already on my side, so you can't be bad with your heart certificate.

Who the Marquis found out about the coup had no choice but to resort to coping therapeutic means without hitting his hand......

"Dear Beat, you're all right now. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"Hmm? No, the Marquis wasn't mad either, was he? No problem."

Whoa, it's already the front door while I'm thinking. Woo sits down and waits. If Christella hadn't called me, I'd have just gone straight out.

They're not leaving the carriage on the way home, so me and Cristella, Woo have to walk back to the city. It's a little far, but is it just right to sort out how Christella feels? You can fly if you're tired.

"... does your father think nothing of me anymore, Marquis Hugo?

Exit the front door to the gate. Further down the long downhill of the vineyard, the leaning Cristella said Bossoli in a small voice. Cristella likes her father, or her family. Do you want me to follow you for a second?

"You don't have that. There was an atmosphere that led to Christella, and she said she was looking into me. I'm sure he was worried."

"So! Then why enslave me?"

"Hmm, I'm just guessing because I don't have enough information right now, but I'm sure it was necessary to protect the Hugo Marquis. Isn't that a bitter decision to make to protect the house?

"Oh no! Then even if I had a word or so!

"Because Cristella is honest and she can't hide anything. I thought you thought it would be safer not to know?

If you have something to hide, it'll be right in your face. If I had known about the coup, I would have been immediately disposed of. It's not suitable for the noblemen who make it.

"Then I'm not hated by your father, am I?

"Yeah. From what I've seen, I think he was normally showing Kristera around. Looks like he was caring about his decency and trying not to get too much on the table."

"Yes, it was... good"

Finally, on Cristella's face, a small but smiling face returned. Beauty has the best smile.

Finally, I will also tell you my speculation about why I had to enslave Cristella.

"That's it!? So you're saying that Jerkin's hand is still lurking in the royal castle!?"

"Yeah, that's a big deal, too."

"Doh, what will you do!? Tell Your Majesty to deal with it!? Or us!?"

"Hmm, let it go for now"

"Become!? Are you sure?

"The coup failed, and Brandon, the goddess, is gone. Unless the battlefield leans heavily on Jerkin, I don't think it's gonna move."

To be honest, you won't leave any evidence of a leap, so it's the truth that you don't have a hitter anymore. You're a little out of time. Well, I can't help it. I didn't think you'd be involved in a gutsy State-level conspiracy so far.

Besides, whoever the collaborators are, tap a big book of jerkins and it's all settled. I don't have a problem with this.

Now, the long investigation request is finally complete. Do you want to go back to your nostalgic home (Sweet Home) and get some rest? Oh, I don't need a hockey mask person.