Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... Lent, and Lord Lorraine... what the hell is going on?

When I walked into the house, Ingo, my father-in-law, was there fighting some sort of paperwork.

Looking at it, it looks like the village's income and expenditure and tax statements, and I can understand that he seems to be doing his job as a proper village chief, even if he is my father's lord, who can't resist being silent with his wife.

"What's the matter? After that, only time has passed without any particular report. I'm here to talk about things again."

There's another thing, and that's if you can teach us your skills as an obedient demon, Monster Tamer, but I'll ask you to do this later with Lorraine.

"Is that what happened? I didn't mind... you guys are busy too, right? You don't have to come this far to the country."

Ingo says so, but he knows by what means we got here.

I guess that's how Jilda, my wife, dared to say it because she didn't know.

Plus, it might contain far-fetched advice that it might be a problem if you use it too much on your peeves.

Well, even if I used it to come to Hathhaler, there wouldn't be a single villager to talk to.

Rural human bondage is many times stronger than urban humans think.

Especially when it is as remote as Hathaler, we cannot live without the cooperation of all the villagers and therefore it is difficult for the rebels to leave.

Malt is a country, but it's quite a city over there, and distribution is pretty decent.

I can't compare it to Huttharrer.

"I might have done that if the report was just errands... for other reasons. I'm supposed to take the silver promotion exam next time. So I came back to work out."

"What? I'm sorry about that. I don't know if I'm gonna take it."

"... don't be scared. And I have other business... Lorraine."

Here Lorraine opens her mouth.

"Say hello again. Lord Ingo, this is Lorraine Vivier."

"Oh, this is polite... hey, you don't have to be so sure. You're Lent's... I don't know what to say. A loved one."

"It's easier for you to say that. Perhaps now... Lord Ingo would also like me to speak to Lent."

"Really...? Okay, sweeten up to your word. Can I call you Lorraine?

"Yeah, sure."

To Ingo's words, I wondered if we were surprisingly close to each other or if Jilda would have a tough glance because she was betta in love with Ingo.

Put a woman other than me like that, like that.

But when I looked at Jilda, there was an atmosphere that seemed to smile something about that interaction, that seemed to be in a good mood.

You don't seem angry at all.

This is unusual...... back in the day when I lived in Hathaler, it wasn't like a mother who was as pretty as a fiery fire when her father approached a female pedestrian who came to the village or a dancer more than he needed.

Besides, Jilda's gaze is directed at me as well as Lorraine... what the hell?

However, even if I think about it I don't seem to know why...

In the meantime, let's just say I'm not angry......

"So, Lorraine. Looks like you got some errands to run, too. What?

"It's..."

That's what Lorraine looked at Jilda.

Again, this is an action that can only be described as a busted case if it was a previous Jilda,

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll be out a little bit. In the meantime, I promised Reggie the jam I made!

I deliberately explained everything I did that way, stuffed a jam in a cage in the kitchen, and left the house with a shithole.

Something... I can't clear my suspicions that I've been acting strangely distracted since earlier.

What does that guy think of Lorraine as my...

Or did I say so much that I wasn't here to say hello to your engagement, and you were seriously asking?

Well, I can't help but say...

Bubba, and the door closes, confirming that Jilda's signs have gone away, and then Lorraine opens her mouth again.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Imitate the way you kick your wife out..."

"No, I don't mind. Jilda seems happy to have a daughter."

"No, my daughter... I wouldn't be happy to have a daughter like this."

Lorraine is twenty-four, but certainly not at a strange age to be told that this is a rural village.

I figured in the country, the majority of teenagers would just get married.

The reason for this is that, after all, life expectancy tends to be shorter as a result of constant exposure to various hazards in villages away from the city.

Much more often than not, even when children are born, they are lost within a young age.

Inevitably, getting married early and having lots of kids will have a lot of weight.

But urban areas tend to be late marriages.

That trend would be remarkable, especially if it were to become an empire, the home of Lorraine.

It is a state of the art in technology and a country with strong elite thinking for both men and women.

They say that there are values in that country that prioritize work over marriage.

I guess that's not a bad idea either...... that's a good place to take it.

It's not easy though.

Ingo says to Lorraine's words.

"That's not true. In the first place, there are more late marriages in this village than in other villages..."

"Really?

"Ah. That seems to be the tendency Garb has always had to say. Probably because there were good magicians and pharmacists like Garb. It's rare for a child to die early. So I guess that's why the value that you should marry when you meet the person you want to be with is stronger than any other village."

"I see... if you ask me, Lent isn't in any hurry in that sense either. I thought it was a matter of his values... but that's where he came from."

I'm 25 years old, too.

I would be the same if they told me I was standing in Lorraine.

"I feel like I have a lot of other issues with Lent. However, it's safe to assume that someone like you is nearby... By the way, I ask you again, Lorraine, what was your errand?

Driven by the urge to penetrate the meaning of Ingo's words, both Ingo and Lorraine continued their conversation by flushing it all down.

Lorraine says.

"Well, I was wondering if you could teach me the skills of Lord Ingo."