Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

On the first night of the contract festival, Leo was in a good mood and headed to the dining venue.

Its footprint is jarring, yet light everywhere.

For one thing, it was for luck to follow from yesterday.

(Nice. Nice, Elland! Free rice, free clothes, free beds! too comfortable)

I'm going to skip it if I'm caught off guard.

Leo was in pretty good shape.

(First of all, I don't have the eyes of a prince watching. Isn't that the best? For your favorite snow songbird, you do free bugs and you're flattered, and if you're in that cool room, even hot Elando is totally awesome. And then, it's super awesome around being able to talk without being tied to rummage sealing magic!

This time, as a result of the simultaneous beating down of Elando's noble language and ancient Ellandic language, mixed with the original slang, it had become unusual only for salutary expressions, but Leo did not doubt it because he believed he was fluent in manipulating the Ellandic language.

Rather, I even believe that this would allow me to do business with my aristocratic counterparts in Eland.

Based on the idea of commerce, Leo looked at the garlic and his wrapped shoulder cloth (Laren).

(Thank you, too. Let's loosen up tonight and master how to knit a spiritual cloth)

That's right.

Leo has been analyzing how to make this old Laren since last night.

It is the culture of embroidery that is developed in Weitz, but the knitting technique is not that far.

Especially when it comes to elaborate patterns of spiritual cloth produced in Eland, it's even refreshing to make.

And that's why Ellandic spiritual cloth is traded at high prices in Weitz.

(From me, even this Laren is awesome! Even though it feels like it, Kaje and the others said "blubber cloth" or something. After all, that means Eland's technical standards are high, out of step with Weitz. There's only room for research.)

Once again, Leo offered his heartfelt thanks to the Kajes for bringing in Laren, who had gotten old and easier.

If this were new, I wouldn't be able to unwind it well, and I can feel it breaking shape, but it wouldn't hurt my heart if I was so tired.

By the way, Leo only sees Laren as a teaching material, so there couldn't have been anything like getting hurt when he was sent over blurry clothes.

Finally, if this moveable, stainless fabric is a good way to escape.

(When it comes to commerce, I only had the idea of selling Weitz's products, but this is all the culture is sophisticated, and it would be better to bring Errand's products into Weitz. I don't know, a new business cut......)

Think about that in a hard way as you walk.

Everything that pops into his eyes is fresh, and Leo's business brain has remained stimulated since earlier.

And, as I walk down the hill, I see where I want to be.

Leo grew more and more in a good mood, taking away the smell of free rice drifting faintly into the sunset.

(This way, it's also fresh to go out on purpose to eat!

In this meal, they are called to the East House, which is located in its outline, rather than the usual cathedral, because they are behaved by the archdeacons of Eland, with the meaning of hospitality.

Each witch will be accompanied by a single archdeacon, and the witches of the thirty or so nations gathered this time will each eat elsewhere.

According to Natalia, this is also one of the covenant festival codes, not to bring in any political element, such as a dispute between princesses of other countries, or a consignment.

Higashiya is dotted among the vast gardens surrounding the cathedral.

Leo was led by the Kajes in one of the smallest places.

Ellandic, geometric tile floors with a round, swollen roof.

There are no windows or walls, and a spiritual cloth hung between columns and columns serves as a windscreen. It would be to soak up the heat.

Leo opened his eyes wide as there was a face in the unfamiliar style of the building, but he saw it.

"Kai! Come, you were there!

"Yes, because even if you don't enter the cathedral, you are allowed as far as the outline is concerned. The Holy Knight just didn't get permission, but I was only treated like a squire and got permission to enter."

A squire who can answers that with a smile.

But when I saw Leo's fit, I frowned just a little.

"Dear Leonora, how do you look... The same goes for the cloth on the shoulder, but the hem of the robe seems slightly flaky."

"Oh...... I tried to fix it, but I couldn't make it. Embarrassing."

Leo, who accidentally prioritized the dismantling of Laren and kept his hem flaky, scratched his cheek at the bad of the piece.

No, my condition is worse than it was when I got it.

Because if you are so flaky, you have left the hem all around trying to make folds and pockets that sneak change.

But Kai, who did not know that, gave a chilling glance to the Kaje, who refrained from doing so, convinced that her husband was being harassed.

"… all this will be reported to His Excellency the Marquis and His Royal Highness the Prince"

"What! Please don't!

Leo against is a puzzled face.

My coin collection habits, or even if I get ticked off where I collect them, I get in trouble.

Pull the hem of Kai's shirt slightly,

"Um, please... especially, don't tell the prince..."

When asked in a whisper, for some reason the squire turned into a face such as "impossible," and eventually replied "... I did" with a face that would make me suffer.

It is then.

Heh, and there were signs of the wind moving, and a man came to the east room.

- Welcome to Elland.

Cool low voice.

Sleek standing position with black robe and head coat. A young man with sharp blue-grey eyes on his brown skin - it is Safita.

When he looked at this one, he opened his eyes just a little surprised.

but not really the type of emotion on my face, I immediately go back to faceless.

It's called brown skin, it's like Bruno.

Safita, briefly named, slowly lowered her hips to a chair knitted in vines and advised Leo to sit down as well.

That trivial trick is full of majesty as a ruler.

(Saffita... Saffita... uh... oh! You're the leader of the Ten!

Leo managed to extract that information by exposing the total of Errand's royal genealogy that had been slapped over the past week.

Safita.

Name of the family, Manasilius Al Eland.

The son of the ruler, when Eland was kingdom. In other words, he is a prince of the diaspora.

(Only... Weitz dismantled the royal family after disposing of the Ellandic nobility that inspired the war and the king of that time. However, it is not a good idea to completely conquer Eland as a holy place, so he treated it as an autonomous community and appointed the collaborative Eland nobility as governor)

Together, the family lineage of the prince stripped of his royal identity and the nine houses of the Errand nobility, who were cooperative, is called the Ten. Or, since the nobility of Eland is essentially the archdeacon, all ten wise men.

That was almost everything Leo knew.

'- The first day of the contract festival is about to end early, how about it? In the land of Eland, are you comfortable'

"Yes, very comfortable, spend… let, spend, let!"

Leo replied with a little bit of bite, full of strength, to what was quietly asked. Oh man, I'm just a little bad at the humble expressions that come with saweird utilization.

As soon as possible, for some reason, the other person says' ho 'and pulls up the edge of his mouth.

Leo leaned his neck bewildered as he stared at me to quantify this one.

"Comfortable? In that filthy room, in that old costume? You seem to have a lot of nerves. '

"Eh......"

Unexpectedly frowns at Safita's remarks.

Will he also describe a room or costume so comfortable, like a pigshack or a bluff cloth?

How beautifully do you, Elando, demand an exceptional standard of living?

In the orphanage, "Okay, I didn't get off the floor this week," "You did it, Brother Leo," don't we have a position for ourselves to have a conversation?

"Seriously, I thought it was unclean, blurry, and I was arranged, so can you please excuse me?

When I asked him with the intention of exploring the presupposed living level, Safita smiled sarcastically.

'What if...?

'I saw that!

"Why does that happen"

I expressed my sincere respect to the highly popular Ellanders, but somehow I was thrust into them with vegetarian and thoughtful tones.

Safita looked a lot suspicious, but eventually she switched consciousness, banging her hands out.

Then the Kajes will carry the dishes in.

Finally, it's dinner time.

When he let himself pour fruit liquor into the silver cup, Safita poked her cheek wand and urged Leo and the others to eat.

Kindly, they'll behave to Kai, too.

But the squire raised a strong voice behind Leo, who tried to take the fork.

"This is...!

There is no reason why the voice should have caught on.

Pottery plates with delicate stains were ridden with grotesque bulky chunks, not Elland-like, delicate and elegant dishes - like none I'd ever seen.

'That's local food being eaten in some parts of Eland. Right? Kaje'

"Yes. It's a pig's gut, shaken with salt."

In the fruit of his recent hard studies here, Kai, barely listening to some of the Ellandic language, blued his face gently.

"Pork's, gut......!?

I love the Weitz and the sausage stuffed in the bowels of sheep, but that is the awareness that they are eating hiccups, and no one wants to eat their guts.

What's more, pigs are inferior animals among livestock, nobles, such as those whose guts, not their meat, were just roasted as it was too - no, even citizens, had no mouth to mouth.

A poor man might not talk about it, but it wouldn't have been a raw smell and eaten if it hadn't been soaked in herbs.

What disrespect, and if you look up at Safita, he flushes it with a cool face.

On behalf of her husband, who was losing his word, Kai shook his courage and spoke in unfamiliar Erlandic.

"While you're at it... don't you eat, don't you?

Safita laughed at Kai when she asked.

'I don't eat. Because this is the meal offered to the witch house. … well, eating something like this is like a slave in my Eland or a poor man who has trouble eating it'

…………

The Kajes, who had silently refrained, gave a slight expression, but Kai's anger was several steps more intense than that.

"To 'slaves', 'the poor'......!? Rude! You're going to feed Master Leonora a lower bitch!

"Lord Obedient? This is Eland at the contract festival. Can you speak in the language of the Spirit? Besides, I don't want you to get me wrong. This is just a trial. By getting the same meal as the most underprivileged of Elands, you will hone your soul. '

"………………"

Grip the bush so hard that the blood vessels are likely to float.

I don't know what to give back in Ellandic when I say that I'm so angry that my guts are going to boil back to the mood I can understand.

Hannah, a little over a month after I was inspired at the orphanage.

Kai shamed herself from the bottom of her heart, secretly studying hard and thinking that she had improved her language skills a little bit, but useless at the heart.

but.

"Wait, Ky. Calm down. Let's have this."

The girl sitting beside her softly held her arm and told her so.

It was like watering boiling water softly and quietly.

"I apologize for the disturbance and rudeness of my squire. Thank you very much."

Tell Saffita to do so and turn back to the plate in front of her.

The eye looks like a mentor who clears his ear to the voice of the Spirit, yet before a tough trial.

(I don't know... this gut dish, it's not just free rice, it's kind of a fluctuation... I can smell the money, if you ask me...)

No, no, Leo didn't change phase, he was just searching for some fluctuations that would lead to money making.

(What... what the heck. The situation is similar to the leftovers blend from senior Oscar's work, but it's not like it's a luxury ingredient. Why are your breasts so tempting...)

Let's observe carefully.

This extra white visual is not particularly beautiful, and the flavoring looks really simple with just salt and pepper.

Yet the slightly sweet smell of this fat burning shakes up somewhere in Leo's soul (Seoul).

Leo no longer forgot about situations such as this being a place of trial or something that Safita felt bad about, and tried to lift the chunk up and carry it to his mouth as he was obsessed.

And

"- ……………… Yikes!"

At the next moment, I became the one money-keeper who forgot the words.

".................. Huh!............ Huh! Mm-hmm...... Huh!

Good.

It's really good.

Very good.

I can't wait to see the gap between the crisp burnt surface area and the toy inner tactile feel that comes after my teeth.

Simple saltiness mixes with the sweetness of fat, and even though it is not noble, it has a flavour that will always pull back.

I want wine, no, it's not, it's ale. I want ale.

(Yes, more of a Yale offering than wine... not a party venue, but a tavern knob... It's not a luxury, it tastes like a commoner... No, that's why, yeah. Not A-rank, but gourmet indeed. Yes, this is... "Grade B Dining"...!

Leo was struck like a proper thunderbolt at that time.

It was a life of luxury.

Even if the physical five senses wanted the taste of the common people, only the gold senses wanted a luxurious taste, and sometimes the senses conflicted within themselves.

But not now.

Leo's original common five senses and the golden sensation of loving money perfectly hand in hand to play a beautiful harmony.

Everything in my soul is screaming to make one money with this B-grade gourmet.

(This sells...! Even ordinary people who were distant in their image that the Elando dishes were sophisticated can easily reach out. No, if it's a "dare class B" concept, it can also be taken in by upper citizens and aristocrats. Definitely. This will be a wide hemmed business......!

Leo shuddered at the newly found business opportunity.

"Dear Leonora, I don't know what to do. Don't! As such, it is not something to say until you tremble!

Kai, on the other hand, unaware of the fact that the money-keeper was just excited, screamed when he saw his dear husband tremble, moisturize his eyes and mouth a different dish.

"Don't be fooled by such words as' trials'! No witch has ever been insulted like this, in the name of trials. Shall I report to His Excellency and His Highness? Please, no more!

Ignore what you say about speaking in Elandean, and speak desperately.

At the same time, I glanced at Safita.

What a bastard to let the trump cards of the trials glimpse and work intact on your sincere husband -!

I opened my mouth wide enough to rebuff my opponent, that's when.

"Look, Kai. Ahem."

…………

Ho, and he was thrown a white chunk into his mouth, and Kai clogged his words.

"Calm down. Well, let's bite. Hey, isn't it delicious?

My husband asks me with a gentle grin, calmly.

He chewed, chewed well, and urged, then even tilted his neck, staring into his eyes.

"What do you think? Honestly, say it. Fragrant skin, yummy contents. Don't you feel good about Kai?

"Huh...? Yeah..."

Kai, who has chewed on the stream, bewildered and concurring.

Yes, this whitish chunk was quite delicious, as long as we abandoned the preconceived notion of pig guts.

"Right...... Significantly lacking in elegance... but it's called strong saltiness, which makes me want to eat it over and over again... Yep, yummy, I think..."

"Okay."

Leo nodded convinced of his business success when he also got a point for Kai, who grew up well.

If even people who are unfamiliar with the taste of the common people seem delicious, they will be the first to know for sure.

'Ha... this surprised me. I can only speak of the poor, eating the guts of pigs without hesitation'

Noticing a frowned Saffita groaning, Leo humbles and spins his thoughts inside.

That's right.

Tastes great, I hope, but you'd better have plenty of talk to get rid of the nobles' resistance to "food of the poor" and "guts".

Because they are creatures who choose what they eat in their physique, not taste.

'- Only the poor speak, pig guts. Shouldn't you?

So Leo started thinking about a compelling claim with the intention of turning back to Safita and turning him into a sales talk practice bench.

'... if you want me to show sympathy for the poor, it's a fine thing'

'I ate this not as a trial but as a delicious dish. In fact, it's because it's delicious. After dozens of hands, their cuisine, which immediately receives the life that has fed us, is better than the dishes of the chilled aristocrats. Isn't that natural?

Bring up the point of view of freshness, for example.

'... even if it's a pig's gut?

"If it's a duck liver, it's a luxury product, and the pig's gut is a ghetto thing, who decided? The Spirit of Light says he blesses life equally. '

Let the authority of the Spirit shine, for example.

I'm desperate for the talk. Not really, I soaked up the excessive tribute I've worn here lately, Leo said.

He didn't realize that it was more unusual without trying to do so.

Blue gray eyes like being poked at the intent and serious purple eyes intersect.

It was Safita who distracted me first.

'-... I see? I know exactly what you think.'

All right, the presentation came through, Leo thought.

You can't even notice Saffita, though, in the gutsy pose you hardened in your heart.

He stood up quietly on the spot when he clasped his black robe.

'... today, now. The contract festival starts tomorrow. I look forward to seeing how you will be put to the test and in the place of the blessing of the Spirit.'

As such, he leaves the East Room as he leaves when he gives a chilling glimpse to the deeply bowing cages.

Dropping off her hindsight, Kai glanced at her softly.

"I didn't know we wouldn't even be together until the end of the meeting... How undeserved this contract festival is. What the hell do you think of Master Leonora...!

"Well, well."

Leo, however, was in a good mood to forgive Ky as he toyed with the hormone grill.

"You must be busy. Time is money. Don't stop busy people. It's easy to eat, isn't it good?"

"But..."

"Kai and I have never had dinner together before. I'm glad."

Because the college often dines with the Biancas and the couple at the mansion, in fact, Leo has never had dinner with Kai and Sashi.

Saying frankly in the orphanage's "Okay, Emilio, it's meal duty with me today" nori, somehow the disciple, with his eyes round, clogged the words.

"Ha... yes... Wow, I, too, am very, very happy......!

"Really?"

Good for you.

Leo nodded lightly, looking for the next moss, rolling out the fork.