Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

26/10/7448

Hey, hey, hey.

I used to be an Earl, and I thought the name of Balduk's dragon slayer, Alain Gried, sold quite well in the King's Capital.

The point is, you're just assuming there's no way there's a guy in my chamber of commerce.

Tell me this is my thoughts too... but... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

It could be the latter, because John would normally have been able to steal it if he hadn't noticed it originally.

We have not been able to seize them or confirm their status, so we do not know who they are so far.

But if you do business with a grinder, you can do it in one shot.

At least for us.

Nothing wrong with that if it's too big an idiot to be expected.

Report to the Knights for one shot...?

Hmm?

I'm not a witness...

I mean, there's no advantage in me being a nobleman... is there?

All you have to do is testify that the grinder belongs to my, the Grid Chamber of Commerce.

... No, you can't.

If the person who stole it is as senior a nobleman as I am, the objection is as valuable as my statement.

Then other people, party testimony, are adopted, but my party only has a slave kid who's been at work early with John the Slave.

Whatever the rank of the executioner, the guy behind it is a nobleman, and if he gets sparked, he'll need proof that I owned the grinder.

Even though I used to order dummy members from the right blacksmith, it's easy to prove it because I'm the only one who can make a grinder with that much accuracy so far...

Anyway, there are still four of my handmade grinders left in the factory.

It is also an important point where you are completely homogeneous so that there are no problems with the wrong parts.

Let it go for a while. The guy who stole it will make a big name for himself and start doing business.

Then you can push it.

Ma, wouldn't it be enough for you to file a damage report with the Knights today and make a report track record?

"John, don't worry, I won't blame you."

While heading to the factory, he tried to calm down by calling John, who was slumping his face and depressed.

But John can't stop crying.

When we arrived at the factory, Bastral had just arrived.

He bowled in with the slave who picked him up thinking he was at the Chamber of Commerce on his way to the ramen shop where I was meeting him.

"Good morning. Mr. Al......"

"Morning. Just give me a minute. 'Cause it seems Terry is hitting on himself..."

I did Terry's treatment for being injured, blocking the bastral from greeting me with an expressive expression of anger and confusion mixed.

Terry was quite distracted, as was John, and he was frightened by my punishment with a crying face.

"... is this okay? Doesn't it hurt anymore? Terry, I'm sorry to scare you."

Actually, I thought I'd need to show off to the other slaves, and at first, John, I thought I'd yell at them all.

But all I'm saying is, two fourteen-year-olds who've never even trained in combat.

Kill me where I seriously resisted using a knife or I'm lucky and I'm badly hurt.

Just hugging me to see the status is enough.

It turns out that I covered most of my body with clothes, and I knew it was a well-planned crime.

I was just lucky that these guys didn't get a life-threatening major injury.

That won't be the case for others, but for me, these two guys who have been educated at my place for two years and have sprouts are an extra precious asset than some kind of grinder that can make as much as the ingredients.

... No, I certainly don't like making a grinder again.

But that's it, this is this.

"I even left you guys with factory security. It's my responsibility. Never mind."

Oh, whatever this is, don't be too cold.

"Don't get me wrong, okay? I didn't think you two were useless, did I? John, Terry. If you're my slave (Adoon) Little Head (Liganger), don't ever cry Peppy. Look, everyone else is watching."

I gave him a subtle promotion.

I laugh about promotions and stuff.

Both John and Terry are pompous for a moment, as are Bastrals and Kathy and several slaves who were beside and listening.

Mm-hmm. With the granting of a rank I don't quite understand, the three adult slaves these two received for the celebration of the Count were neglected and superior to their former knights, Henry and Meck.

I've never heard of slave heads.

All right, let's make Henry and Meck smaller heads too.

Guiberty is... second only to Zulu, and if you insist, is it the middle head (Imganger)?

I don't care.

"Bastral, Kathy. See if there's any other damage. Look, check you guys out, too. After today's work."

I slapped pampers and hands to encourage action.

"Then you... that was a hern. Run away alone and pull any Knights."

I ordered the kid who was nearby to confirm the damage with the rest of us.

The only noticeable damage was one grinder.

Others are to such an extent that the empty box has collapsed that it can be called damage.

Cash for purchases hidden in the walls that compartmentalize John and Terry's room is safe all round.

I made it yesterday and put it to bed in the warehouse, and the noodles for today's sales are safe.

All the small quantities of Balducky in stock are safe too.

He explained the situation to the Knights who rushed in on the kid's report and complained that they had stolen a special object, a grinder that was a brass craft, either called a theft report or a damage report, anyway.

27/10/7448

"Me, I'm getting married next week."

When my sister summoned me to the First Knights garrison, she told me to say something suspicious about my ears.

"Yeah!? I didn't hear that!

"That's right. I haven't told anyone yet. You'd be surprised to know."

Miloo is flat out just saying it's obvious.

Well, unlike my brother, the housekeeper isn't involved, and he's physically far from home... it's natural that even if he wanted to, he wouldn't go that easily.

But come on... even I introduced Mizuchi a lot before I got married, and he's not that far away, about a word. Come on...

"What? The face. We don't have a choice, do we? I made up my mind yesterday."

"Ha? I decided yesterday... I had no idea..."

Oh, come on, have you been dating for a long time that you made up your mind yesterday?

"You look disgusting...... ah! You can't be... I knew it was about me!

"Stop mixing it up with nonchalant stories. Who's better than that?

Whoever it is, I'm not going to put an ass to the person my sister chose.

However, if you want me to state my hopes, I'd still prefer the Knights of the First Knights.

I have nothing to say if I'm going to be a big shot in the future.

You know, Robert Bush, who took the reign of the Horseman last year, he's a colored man, and he's old enough with his sister, and you're the best.

Most importantly, he's not even married yet.

Besides, was it last year's twilight? Hi, Mr. Bush secretly supported me because I've heard that he likes things and cares about his sister.

Yeah.

I haven't really talked about it, but it looks bright and flamboyant, and I think I could call him my brother-in-law (oh dear) if that's the guy.

"Mm-hmm. I don't think you know"

Is that it?

Mr. Bush would know, wouldn't he?

I've been introduced to your sister before.

"You've got a lot to be rude about. I know someone you don't even know."

She got pompous on her sister's words, but it appeared on her expression.

No, no, you're absolutely right.

If I recall well, my sister was pretty hot.

There was a lot of applications for marriage and stuff.

That was early.

You can choose whatever you want.

"I'm sorry. So, who's who?

"It's Marty. Martin Hamill."

I don't know.

What is it, Hamil?

The Hamills. Hey......

Were you in a big nobleman?

"I can't even tell you I don't. I'm a civilian."

... I can't do that.

But was there a Hamill in the First Knights?

I thought we all remembered...

"Marty's so sweet."

Ho.

"I've noticed a lot. I'm a worker."

Heh.

"You think you're gonna make a good husband."

Hmm.

"How many people?

Age matters, doesn't it?

"Just like me. It's gonna be 25 next month."

Mm-hmm. My check seemed sweet, too.

Everyone your age with your sister...... aren't you from the First Knights?

"Right. Then we can make up for it. So, which Knights guy? I think you should go say hello from me, too. As Earl."

My sister looked surprised when she heard my words.

"The Knights? Marty has nothing to do with the Knights of the Kingdom.... or not."

Oh, so you're a country nobleman?

Is that the knight there?

There were plenty of applications for marriage coming, and it's not strange that the digs are misplaced.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're early. What territory are you from? Say hello to the lord there from me too..."

Greetings to the lord who will rule the land will be necessary.

I think it would be better if we talked about getting closer to each other's tariff preferences and everything in the future.

"Huh? Yeah, your lord is Your Majesty. Of course not."

You're from heaven......

But you won't have to say anything more to that king (old man) now.

"Oh well. Well, now is the time. But then you quit the Knights?

I was aiming for the squadron leader... okay.

"You're not quitting. After we get married, we have to go to the Northeast Region for border security. What if I quit the Knights in the first place?

... Is that it?

"I'm a true knight too, so I can always be interested in the house. We're getting married, and we're gonna build a new Gried family."

Does your sister have a housekeeper?

That means Mr. Martin is going to be my son-in-law.

Aren't you the eldest son?

"Ma, look. Even if the Count can't do it on the boulder, Viscount... no, Duchess... can't do it on the boulder... about the Quasi Duchess... I'll go for the Ser first"

Yeah. I think we should go for squadron leader steadfastly.

"That Mr. Marty, what are you doing?

I forgot to ask.

I had assumed from the edge that it was either a knighthood relationship or some nobility relationship anyway.

Because that's what all the people who applied for marriage were for...

"I'm a tailor. That's a lot to deal with under armor and knighthood stuff."

……

No. Nothing.

But I was convinced.

"Oh well. I forgot to tell you. Congratulations, sister. You must be a good person because you're the one my sister chose."

I should have said it first, but all of a sudden he said he was getting married next week or something and it was soaking up somewhere.

But I want to sincerely congratulate you.

"Mm-hmm. Thanks."

My sister laughed with a smile on her face.

When I was a kid, the shadow came back to my chest when I left Barkud.

You were a weepy laugh then.

"I didn't do it, but you're doing a wedding banquet or something? If that's the case, I'm gonna go hunt the hornbear."

I have to go away for a little while, because I have Breeze Horseshoe, a breezy hoof.

It would be enough if we went to the country like Horndbear would leave for a few days.

"It's not Barkud, and I'm not going to do it. But if you're gonna give me a hornbear, I'll do it."

You remind me of the taste of horndbears I used to eat, and I have a swinging look on my face.

I also remembered that intense flavor and couldn't help but spit in my mouth.

"The Russegs are here, and you can do it, right?

"...... hmm. But I still stop. I want to build a house, I want to rebuild a store for you, and it's kind of a waste of time early in the marriage."

Nothing about that amount of money, whatever.

While I'm at it, my killer (party) is making money crawling around beneath the ground.

But no matter how rich you say it is, sister, no, you won't allow your pride as the head of the new Gried family.

Originally, my sister has been a person who doesn't spend money for high pay since she joined the First Knights.

There's got to be some money because it's no wonder you're saving more than 100 million Z.

But maybe we could do a banquet or something?

"Yeah. It's okay. I'm going to get my territory, too. I'd rather not buy slaves then."

You're right if you ask me.

There's no way you could center a kid's slave like me, and it would cost a lot of money if you were to get all the serfs together as adults.

Besides, if your sister made up her own mind, there's no reason for me to pinch my mouth any more.

"Okay. If you like your sister, fine. But let me give you something. How about a table or something? It's a set of tables with chairs."

Guys like Tsukuba (Tsukuba) and Tochi (Tochi) are luxury products, and a single board would be quite valuable but lifelong.

I hope you excited Trent material.

"I'm sorry, Captain Gendyle is supposed to give it to me. Anything. A one-board guy named Trent who was exorcised a long time ago."

I see.

"Then why don't I buy you some?

Kiryu.

It would be a classic dowry tool in marriage.

Sometimes even oaths are allowed to hold a grub.

There will be very little clothing to put in, but you can increase it from now on.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to get that from Lieutenant Bitwers."

……

"Then what about the cupboard? If we're gonna build a new house, we're gonna need it, right?

Yeah.

It's a good choice for me.

"Captain Kendus will take the cupboard."

…………

"Then what about the mirror stand? When you get married, even your sister will wear makeup."

You can't make transparent, flat glass in oath, and you can never steam in silver.

But it's possible for me to make a flat glass with the same precision as modern Japan.

You can go if you make two pieces and pour mercury in between and fit your forehead in.

I was going to give it to Mizuchi when I settled into the realm, but, you know, you can think of it as practice.

"It's an extra word, you are. But I'm sorry. Everyone from the Third Squadron will give it to you..."

Damn...... damn.

"Mmmm... clothes? What about clothes? Someone worthy of a parent."

It's a nice idea because once you've tailored something decent, it costs a lot of money.

My husband seems to be a tailor, but he won't be comfortable with glossy clothes like he would wear at a party or anything because he seems to be centered under armor, a surcoat or military items.

I don't care how many of these there are, and I think it's okay to overlap with others.

"Clothes. I don't know why, but Her Royal Highness Ladyship Yursford tells me that there are a lot of people who don't wear them anymore. I happened to be there yesterday when I reported that I was getting married at headquarters. It's the same size."

Royal clothing... even if it's used, it's unlikely to win.

I'm winning.

"... you don't want anything? Whatever."

Trouble is, when I say that, my sister says, "You don't have to worry so much. Just the feeling," I said with a laugh.

Still, when I stuffed it, I put my index finger on my chin for a while and looked diagonally up and thought about it, but he looked at me like he'd noticed all the time.

"Sword. I like sword. The sword I used to give you, the boulder..."

He pulled out his sword and showed it when he laughed a little lonely.

[Longsword]

[Forged special steel]

[Condition: Good]

[Processing date: 30/12/7438]

[Value: 140541]

[Endurance: 464]

[Performance: 122-192]

[Effect: None]

Surely the endurance value should have exceeded 4000.

Since the maximum durability decreases one by one every time I take care of it, I guess I've never lacked care as I do every day in the last decade.

The durability value itself is hard to reduce because it is made of sturdy steel, so even in this condition it is much better than those swords there.

The value has also fallen considerably with the reduction of the maximum value of endurance.

Speaking of which, does my brother make iron every day?

I've left the recipe behind, so even though it's less magical than mine, there's a lot of it...

Let's go.

We can make as much steel as we want if we don't care.

... Can't we do this without Arnold?

"Some good steel, so why don't we order it from the Hoogs Swordsmen?

"Yeah. You better be the one who made it"

Don't waste your time.

But you can't train me to say you can remove it directly from the ore with alloy.

I didn't do it.

I don't have much time.

Sister smiled niggardly and evil as she looked in trouble.

That face...... I only have a bad feeling.

"I have it now. That's fine."

Here, here. This?

Dragon slaughter!?

I accidentally did my hand to my left hip.

Just the magic sword, I can understand how to use it even assholes if I hold the pattern tight.

If my sister uses it, she will always help me when I have to.

I'm the only one who survives the battle against Shadow Dragon's Longalzamruzolfalen, so everything I get on the Thirteenth Layer is mine personally without any blemishes.

No one complains about boiling and eating or baking and eating.

Of course, you can give it to your sister.

But... this is... this is... this is the only one.

I feel like Engela left me.

Shortly before she died, the dragon gave her a crying look.

This is all I can't give in.

"Well, come on... there's no way I'm serious about giving you the Devil's Sword, let's take what we got from defeating the Dragon."

... I thought you might say that.

Eventually, I decided to prepare the steel and deposit it the next time a caravan came from Barkud.

Naturally, I can't make it to your sister's expedition, but I can't help it.

Even the current sword will hold for about a year.

I can use an appraisal. I don't have one, so I might lose quality, but you can do better than the Hoogs Swordsman's sword.

But the sword.

I'm still a big sister.

The other Marty used to get married to something like this.

Then the two of us went out for some ramen, and my sister seemed to be here a couple of times.

Even though I was unfamiliar with it, I was able to use the chopsticks quite a bit, and I ordered them well until I changed the balls.