Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

10 Sep 7449

A private house with Lombertia, the king's capital of Lomberto.

In one of those rooms, one woman had just finished giving birth and held my child in her hand.

"Ugh. You're gonna cry fine."

In a position close to crawling on all fours, a woman dressed to cling to a thick rope hanging from the ceiling reaches out to a midwife with a baby when she lays gratuitously on a blanket that was laid on the floor, she says.

"Very good job. Come on, hold him."

Wrapped the baby raised from the water production in a clean white cloth, the middle-aged midwife smiled and offered the baby to her mother.

Upon confirmation that the mother had received it, the midwife quickly turned to the mother's back side, rounding another blanket that had been prepared and inserting it into the mother's back like a cushion.

The baby is a boy and she cries cheerfully as she holds her fist with her little hands.

"Oh......!

The mother who receives the child does not make her feel tired or tired, she peeks into my child's face with a radiant smile.

Still with bright red skin, the face with its big mouth open and crying still felt much like my brother, whose mother was born at the time of the little girl.

- Unlike Al, well - you cry a lot...

The mother smiles slightly, stroking her short, fluffy, light-brown haired head gently, holding a baby who continues to raise her energetic voice as ever, then sees the midwife with a slightly anxious look.

"I'm fine. I'm a healthy child. I think I'll give her boobs from around this evening, so please let her drink them alternately from left to right."

When a veteran midwife advises her new American mother to do so, she weakens and spreads her lax mother's legs, crouching between her groins to gently wipe off blood and amniotic fluid stains with a wet towel.

He then gently touched the mother's lower abdomen and the periphery of the external genitalia, obsessed with her son, as if touching a broken object, with a spell: "Heal the grace of healing to the new life-generating, devoting a magic vegetable to the body of the mother newer than our body".

After a while, the midwife's hand stops moving and dwells in a light of thin blue magic.

The birth canal, which remains vastly enlarged when its hand touches it, slowly begins to contract.

When the midwife casts a spell again and touches the mother, the pain of the placenta peeling twitches and soothes next.

It's an amazing midwife magic trick.

But the mother didn't seem to be the other way around, she just looked at her son's crying face with a merciful look on her face and was obsessed with letting her hold her own finger when she opened her little finger.

In the meantime, the midwife wipes away the dirt, hangs a blanket on her mother's lower body and opens the door of the room roughly when she finishes all the cleaning up with the tequila.

"Come on, I was born. He's a healthy boy."

Beyond the door stood a man who had remained anxious looking and a man and a man of his parents' old age who had not heard a child crying well.

"Oh, you're a boy... Miloo! You did it! Show me your face too!

The man rushed over to his wife holding a child, screaming early.

"Ugh. I'm crying fine."

The mother puts her fingertips on the child's cheek.

"Status open...... eheh"

Look at the status and make sure you are your own family name and eldest son.

"Ooh... ooh. Smaller...... which, status open......"

A fatherly man also softly touches the baby's arm when he kneels on the floor to see the status.

In its eyes is an even unchanging status, but for some reason the man could not stop his tears from flooding into the feel of my child's arm, which has only the thickness of his exponential share.

"Oh...... oh! You're soft. Oh, let me hold you too!

The man who softly received the baby in careful motion saw from the front the face of my child not crying at all, as if to lift even a precious bead from his wife's arm.

"Light. But heavy..."

Kushakusha and distorted his face, the man holding the baby in tears.

"Look, give it back to your mother right away,"

The man who returned to me when he heard the midwife's voice returned the baby to his wife's arms, continuing to cry as he severed the thought of being pulled back.

"You don't look like a good kid."

"Oh...... right"

The parents of the man, who was watching as he stood at the door of the room, are also happily speaking.

The baby was also their first grandson.

"All of them, hold me..."

That said, his wife gently grabs the arm of a middle-aged man trying to take a step forward and shakes his head slowly.

"No. Slow down later, huh?

My wife looked at my son and his wife and their first grandchildren with an intriguing eye as she said so.

"You more than that..."

"Ah, oh. I know, but I can hear you from three houses away."

The middle-aged man replied as he lay his own hand on his wife's hand with his arm grabbed.

Now the house was under strict surveillance, with multiple men and women disguised as gorotsuki patrolling to restrict even nearby traffic.

Their son is also familiar with the situation.

Midwives were also the most experienced midwives in the organization, set up by the organization to which they belonged.

Just in case by the house and a few people who could use healing magic were also waiting, but in the end it went to waste.

The house on the corner of the Wang capital is packed with several men and women.

"Were you born satisfied with five bodies? I'm your first grandson, and I'm sorry, Hamill."

"Yes. Thank you. Head."

The middle-aged man, known as Hamill, also drowned his head at the words of a middle-aged Lion (Lios) man.

"So Sir Gried returns to training next spring, Northeast in the summer or..."

"I hear that will happen."

What is happening now is a report of the birth of a child that may bind this organization in the future.

"... but didn't you have any special skills in magic when you were born on a boulder..."

Someone shrugged.

"Hmm. I thought if you were going to draw the blood of that Gried sister and brother,

"I don't think so."

"Yeah, because I hear you're not even in a demon, such as the one who was born with magic. Some Balduk demons can be used by birth..."

A group of people chatted to the gay, but as soon as the man you called your head stared with a quiet eye, he pressed silence.

"The magician has no choice. According to what Hamill and Marty told me, that Lord Gried and his mother handled it."

Your head tilted the jock when you said so.

"But the high amount of magic can be inherited. Always, even if that child does not, it is also conceivable that he will appear to the second and third sons. Sir Gried says he's a second son, and Uncle Riegle's a third son."

With that said, your head vacates the contents of the jock and continues with the words.

"By the way, I don't know because I haven't talked to you lately, but does anyone know what's going on with Embry?

A few face each other to the word, but soon some advance and speak out.

"Looks like you're having a pretty rough time. But it looks like we managed to start a deal."

"Those guys have been totally hung up on taking care of pigs lately..."

"Oops, it stinks when you meet the guy who comes to buy it out every once in a while"

"The smell must have stained it"

"McDuff's husband seems to be totally hung up on pigs, too. Speyside's husband would laugh if he found out about it."

One cat tribe (cat people) man came into the house talking like that.

The man is the McDuff Embry person we're talking about right now.

"Whoa, are you all right? Even Gillard's husband. Is something wrong?

Embry says as he pulls an empty chair on the table.

"... you stink. Indeed."

Gillard Zydritz, his head called Gillard, says with his nose snapped.

"Really? I'm going to be careful... Do we have to use soap?

"Give me a beer, too," Embry said as he answered Zydritz and sat down in his chair.

"Hmm? Aren't you Hamill's father? What kind of salt plum is a tailor? You had that Lord Gried put out the money and it became a new store, didn't it? Are you making money? Hmm?"

Embry asks in some good mood when he drinks the beer he's poured.

"Ha. I have my first grandson after noon today..."

Hamill answered in such a way that he could not hide the confusion.

"... is it that time of year if you say so? So, how'd it go?

Embry asks again for his expression, but the jock remains gripping.

"No, you and this guy weren't here this time..."

Neither can it be impossible to know, Zydritz explains that the child was born with five-body satisfaction, but that it would be similar to a normal child at the moment because he did not possess the magical special skills expected.

"I guess so. You won't know until then because you'll be long before you start studying magic. By the way, listen to me. Today, we have a deal for a new site. About rose fat nori, finally by the standards...... what?

"You... you're a total rancher..."

Says Zydritz as he clasps his shoulders.

"You can't help it. Just doing it normally would meet the standards of the Green Chamber of Commerce. That's right. Besides, raising pigs so hard isn't a bad idea if you try. Piglets are adorable.... I can't believe I'm turning it into meat in a year... pathetic though."

The vast majority of people, starting with Zydritz, give up their faces to Embry, who says jocks.

"... that's why the ranch is doing quite well. Anyway, the Green Chamber of Commerce says they've learned quite a few markets, and they'll handle some butchers. So that's good. But we weren't playing all over the pig shit either."

Embry's atmosphere changed.

"Um, I got some strange information about Count Riegle's adventurer party"

Embry further says according to a voice urging ahead.

"Tenseisha called Bastral of Examples, but it's good that my birthday is with Uncle Riegle. But when I looked into it, the Dark Elves (Dark Elves) of the Count's daughter-in-law were the same birthday... Besides, I can't exactly confirm the man from the Count Falergers family, but apparently Loughrog's husband heard it from Her Royal Highness the Queen..."

Data on the status of senior aristocrats and their spouses in the country are also kept as records in the administrative offices of Wang Capital.

The purpose is to make gifts for birthdays, wedding anniversaries, etc., which are normally disclosed only to senior aristocrats.

But I hear Embry got a chance to look at the record.

In fact, I was able to rely on the head of another turbulent organization, the handout of LaFrogue, one of the royal deacons, to view it.

"What?"

"What do you mean?

Ignore the voice of doubt and Embry speaks.

"So, it's an adventurer party for Count Riegle, who was said to be a killer (Slaters), and I don't know if he was there until his birthday, but I'm talking about a couple of other members his age."

When Embry said that much, everyone silently paid attention to him for the anomaly of things.

"So we can't look into it any further now, and I'm not sure. But that daughter-in-law and other guys his age... could be Tenseisha."

Embry completely changed the atmosphere when he came into the house.

"Gillard's husband. What was that all about? I let him dive into that Count. You and this guy. Why don't you get in touch with him somehow and check the area? Looks like there wasn't any cat peeps outside of that bastral, so there's no chance I could check their status, but I was wondering if they could confirm their birthday if they were nearby..."

Everyone who heard Embry's words thought, "It's going to be troublesome..." but if his predictions were centered, it's likely to be useful information for His Majesty the King.

The turbulent waves have to make choices about who will make the liaison (connection).