Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

December 15, 7450

The village of Larryl, Duke of Stoles, Kingdom of Dabus.

There are still numerous tents in the square a little off the centre of the village.

Count Robotney continues to live in one of several lined curtain buildings, but even this day he was thinking late.

"The Silver Wolves (Sylvan Wolf)... will you move with me for the last time..."

The Count had slapped everything into his head about the adventurers who took part in the operation, their party names, personal names, possessions, magical special skills they possessed and the declared skill levels.

"... no matter how soon the last decree returns, it will be the end of the year, I guess. Should we let some of them leave by then...?

He writes something linear on thin sheets instead of miscellaneous books whining about bumps and solitaires.

but it seems to have been rewritten many times, and I even doubt which lines can be discerned as up-to-date by the person who wrote them.

Not to mention that if a third party saw it, it would no longer be equal to a child's graffiti.

"... we still need to get everyone together by the end of January... we need to leave the two formations by this day... no, more if we hurry on the road..."

What is bothering his head now is the schedule to move everyone during the coming month against the waiting areas set within the Kingdom of Lomberto.

Thanks to the adventurer who took a light-hearted look at the rally date, there was only two days of overall training.

"But leaving the two battalions uncertain about safety to the waiting area... but the adventurers (Ah, they) are quite ad hoc with that..."

As a matter of fact, until the whole training was conducted, the Count thought that the period of training in the village of Larryl should be taken as much as possible.

That's why I took as many as ten days between the scheduled assembly date and the scheduled departure date, and I initially thought it would be better to let them leave sequentially with a view to completing their journey by the middle of March.

But after just two days of overall training, the Count had to change his mind.

The Labyrinth Adventurers were much more timid, much more patient, much bolder, and much smarter than the Count had thought.

The adventurers demanded time to discuss it between each party simply because Dark Elves and the Count spoke of their purpose (here they told us it was a manoeuvre to rob supplies for the purpose of agitation without telling them that it was a VIP kidnapping, or assassination, in the Kingdom of Lomberto) and that they would conduct raid training.

And discussions quickly took place among the party's representatives, which not only grouped direct raiding personnel, but even handsigns unfamiliar to anyone but labyrinth adventurers were commonalized.

The Count, who thought that if he were an adventurer only a collection of amateurs, not even an army, he would have had a lot of difficulty first simply planting collective action, including alignment, was quite surprised to see how this was going and at the same time greatly reflected on the fact that there was a part of him that was insulting them.

In particular, it is the kingdom of Dabus, where conscription is laid in most of the national territory.

Whether the adventurers here have experience in war or not, they are overwhelmed by a single soldier educated.

That said, it was too surprising, nevertheless, that in quite a short time the sultry and almost all things were decided to go.

As Count, I thought I could rub more around who would be in a leading position, etc., and for some time - I thought it would be unavoidable to spend on coordination between adventurers about the day they all assembled.

He also predicted that he would eventually be forced to decide by his employer (sponsor) and great nobleman.

In fact, the general adventurers to whom the Count had been involved in the past lacked most of the ability to coordinate interests between multiple parties and individuals because of their intense assertions, and they did not fail to keep track of the work schedule they had been asked to do.

Not to mention I wasn't even thinking about saying anything, such as a labyrinth adventurer who was sporadically reminded of a roomy place on his schedule.

But all those expectations were overturned.

That's in a good direction too.

The adventurers looked extra good compared to the general army of the Knights of the Counts of Robotney.

The term conscript was neglected, and the thought was to see something hard for Russia to believe in the understanding of the veterans' professional military likeness and their co-ordination in the performance of their tasks.

"... if you look at that one..."

The Count makes a difficult face whining like that.

Behind his brain were the adventurers who followed a tentative commander-in-chief (leader) and raided one goal after another in an organically coordinated move.

The situation seemed so controllable that I didn't think it was a group of gatherers.

This is none other than because each power relationship was upheld by implicit understanding among adventurers challenging Benkerish's labyrinth.

- Don't be spared to dispose of it somehow.

I didn't give it to my mouth this time because I gradually noticed that the content I had been thinking about earlier appeared in my mouth.

Not so many are challenging the fourth layer of Benkelish's labyrinth, now said to be the front line.

No matter how many, there will never be more than 300 people.

Therefore, it is unlikely that the adventurers who live in his city do not know those who are constantly on the fourth level.

In addition, the number of people using the third tier as their main workplace is very high (even if it is estimated less, it is more than double the above 300, some say it is more than 1,000), but the amount of money to be brought back from the labyrinth is almost precisely known, so the amount of money earned and so on is grasped in the order of great strength.

The vast majority of adventurers don't really care about their one-party (party) ranking in Benkelish.

Because whether you are earning a satisfactory amount of money to go to is the most important point.

but I am desperately trying to remember about the face-to-face faces that make up the party that I think makes more money than I do, that I have higher equals strength.

The reason for this is that the adventurer's encounter with other adventurers in the labyrinth pregnancies the possibility of developing into a killing.

The only place in the labyrinth that distracts me is between the metastatic crystals in the center of the labyrinth, which are "quite numbered".

Meeting in a place other than here is synonymous with meeting in a place where there are no witnesses, and turning it around, there is no one to dispute it, no matter what they do.

It's not like there's anyone who can use these circumstances to kill all the blind parties or simply to get their hands on other parties for the purpose of hunting them down.

To this end, it was necessary to remember firmly the faces of the party's constituents, who would have more strength than themselves.

If you see that in the labyrinth, it's natural to take a combat stance first, because you have to make an immediate decision about whether to prepare some people to miss in a safe direction or respond amicably, such as by speaking up.

Those who are unable to do so may be exposed to unbroken bodies after being stripped naked, so it is inevitable to slap the faces, equipment, etc. of those who should be careful into their heads.

Naturally, the amount of money earned and his strength as an adventurer are not entirely proportionate, but since no one can measure his or her precise strength or anything else, the earnings had to be some indicator.

Anyway, something called ranking could be done between labyrinth adventurers operating in Benkelish.

The Count knew about the existence of these rankings among adventurers, but he did not speak from the top in order, but rather to a party with a number of members with magical skills and rumours of high levels.

As a result, the party you attended this time ranked fourth on the top and twenty-seventh on the bottom party in Benkerish.

Of course, it's a facade where everyone usually uses the fourth layer of the labyrinth as their main place of work.

It is no exaggeration to say that, in a way, we have gathered near the supernatant of the labyrinth adventurer.

As long as they are of that rank, nature and leaders will decide without the hustle and bustle between the parties, and since it is normal to fight in formation after assigning roles in battle from time to time, I will not rub the squad division at all.

It was the only leader who spoke up during the raid as well, and until just before the raid everyone showed silent intercession with strange handsigns.

- But I'm not going to dispose of it.

First and foremost, I don't need the survival of a raider other than myself.

Just in case they capture you, it's because your involvement as a nation might be known.

In particular, this is a dual goal, as it is now where the involvement of the Kingdom of Dabus is known on the Lomberto side because it is certain that there is a conflict.

The important thing is that the purpose is accomplished without consuming the kingdom's power, and the least you can do is pay the adventurer.

"... Huh, this is it"

The Count resolved to roll up the departure of the Second Regiment if there seemed to be no problem in the report of the third man's preaching, who would return tomorrow or the day after, wrapped himself around a blanket in a simple sleeping area.

"If you slept in a bed like this for days, you'd be quite used to it..."

I turned off the light magic props I brought to my pillow and moved with goso for a comfortable position.

17/12/7450

Evening.

Surge stepped out of the boarding carriage in the parking lot of Wangdu.

Today is the last day of the three holidays of the Green Chamber of Commerce, and until a few hours ago, he took a combat slave and dived into the labyrinth.

You get quite a bit of silver ore and big blade steel ore from the ore veins you kicked and dug through the fourth layer of undead, and you make good money.

Also, as always, he took home a large number of demonic stones, and was also a glamorous slayer (Slaters).

Let Limul Korsn, the little head of the battle slaves, hold the silver coin and say, "Now go eat something delicious," and he broke up with the slaves and took the road.

- Well... in a few days, Mr. Al will be in King's Capital too... oh, what shall I say.

Behind the brain of the surge was Al's face with blue muscles on his forehead, even though in his mouth he spoke the words of blessing.

- It's not good for boulders...

We were going to move to Beglitz early next summer.

At Beglitz, Surge was scheduled to be responsible for commercial policy towards the Dart region and the launch of new businesses.

For this reason, a large number of children's slaves had also been purchased and planted as Al hoped, and regardless of the items that could be procured locally, such as pot kettles, they had bought in a significant number of items that seemed user-friendly and high-performance with demonic prop stoves and the like.

- What if I told you to delay me for another year...

Slavers still have salvation because they will also improve their Barducky manufacturing and ramen cooking skills due to the longer planting period, but the magic items they bought in...

It doesn't make it totally worthless, but it's too much of a feather to let you play for a year.

Whatever it is, the total cost is over 40 million Z.

Besides, I have named John as my successor's first and second factory manager and Terry as the manager of two ramen stores, including a new store that is due to open early next year, and they are also motivated by that intention.

Because we are both ancient slaves of Al anymore, we will not show dissatisfaction, but it is not hard to imagine that we will be discouraged in our hearts.

As for the two of them, it is clear to anyone that Al is also satisfied with their growth and expects further growth.

You want to try and entrust me with a responsible job here, too, Al.

A replacement is also scheduled this winter for a servant from the village of Barkud, who is the head of the Green Chamber of Commerce.

A squire named Farren arrived at the end of the year instead of the current Eisenside family, and after a couple of weeks of takeover, the Eisenside family returned to Barkud, where Surge planned to teach his successor, Whitney Farren, accounting relations and chamber work until the Surges moved to Beglitz.

It is advantageous to have a longer education period only for this part of the world, but others will destroy various plans.

At first, I'm sending a letter right after Kathy's second child pregnancy discovery.

But Al will not read before he leaves Beglitz, so Al is suddenly heard shortly after his arrival in the king's capital.

Whatever you think, it's more obvious than seeing fire that you're never welcome to raise your hands.

- I was just wondering if you would forgive me if I told you I was going to be single first...

This is a strategy that Surge has been thinking about many times since shortly after his wife's pregnancy was discovered.

Surely both Surge and Kathy would be better off than staying in the King's Capital.

But it was supposed to go to Beglitz with Kathy.

In addition to the current West Dirt, Al's territory will be joined by three more Earl Territories around the spring of next year.

In each of these territories, too many loads have been won by one surge to allow businesses to develop, starting with bardukki and pasta manufacturing plants and ramen stores.

I'm also raising a child, Kathy, but hiring babysitters would make a lot of time, and it would be a huge difference to be able to leave it to the West Dirt alone.

I need Kathy's help no matter what you think.

- No, I can't. I know you're pregnant, but they could even tell you to move...

"Be very careful with the waving and speed of the carriage so that you don't make the congratulations an unfortunate event," Surge glanced at Al in disdain as he said coldly.

- It's the second time I've been to a boulder, and I can tell you... what am I really going to do...

I drop my shoulders with gakun, but I can't even think about it.

- No, yeah. Sure, I was off guard. It's my fault. Pregnant Miko was out of season too......

Many cat people (cat people) have estrus in the spring or so, which is a strange expression, but they get pregnant.

My first period began that year, roughly around March to April, and then I have an average of about four periods in a cycle of less than a month.

There are, of course, individual differences and exceptions.

Kathy was the exception and unfortunately neglected such knowledge.

Surge has always been mindful of birth control this time of year since she married Kathy.

Despite this, my eldest son, Miko, has been pregnant hanging from last fall to winter and was born this spring.

I should have noticed at this point, and I had to check with my wife properly.

It's already too late for that.

19 Dec 7450

Larryl village in the middle of the night.

Count Robotney had sent out a third team of adventurers today, determined from reports of the returning decree that there were no major problems, at least until the first camp, which crossed the border.

Naturally, raid training continues around the remaining adventurers.

It gradually increases the size of the raid target, but the adventurers can't see the color of suspicion.

It would be because he said he would target the army's supply convoy for the purpose of the rear disturbance of the Kingdom of Lomberto.

The Associate Barons, who rule the village of Larryl, were also cooperative with the Counts (thanks to adequate gratuities), and as Counts, there was no great dissatisfaction, except for one point so far.

The only dissatisfaction is that there is an atmosphere that does not enjoy full support for the Count's ability to conduct.

It is clear that the adventurers have not taken a lighter look at the prowess of the leading court magician with the title of Golden Cup, apart from being equipped with an arm as a magician and the ability to direct the adventurers in the field.

The Count also has an understanding of that point.

It is precisely when the Count was younger that he was assigned the rank of Knights of the White Phoenix, one of the best and most famous in the country.

Now I use my head to accurately grasp the combat power of each individual adventurer.

As Count, I was just going to show off my command capability after everyone moved to the waiting points available within the Kingdom of Lomberto.

Even with that thought, I feel sorry for the fact that we are not able to muster respect for the fact that we, who boast such a high degree of strength, are also a great nobleman and head court magician in an adventurer's style and are in the reign of the Orthodox Knights in the White Phoenix Order.

Not once or twice have I been on the verge of concentrating on showing off some fancy attack magic with a high level of necessity.

but the Count is also a man who has grown so far in court with a high degree of self-control and kicking off his predecessors.

It is well understood that flashy attack witchcraft and the like are nothing more than merely boasting of their arms as magicians and have nothing to do with their ability to command.

Nor do the knights of the Knights of the Counts, who are brought here as escorts, make it good that their loyal masters are insulted, and tell the adventurers, "I guess this is what happened at that point, so it became oh so command, isn't this better? After expressing his precise opinion and impressing him, he complained a little bit about the Count's ability to direct against the adventurers by saying," Your Excellency would command better than me and others ".

"...... hmm. It's still midnight..."

In a tent with no light, a grunt of the Count flowed like a plunder in his sleep.

Halfway up from the simple sleeping area with a big sigh, the Earl sighed in a sigh as he poured water into the cup from the water drain he had placed on his pillow desk in a hand probe.

……

And then dive back into the blanket and meditate on your eyes.

Lately, thanks for waking up in the middle of the night.

The Count doesn't really care "I guess I don't know, I'm tired" about this.

- ……………………………………….

A voice sounds like it speaks to the Count from somewhere far away...... in my head.

"Mmm..."

But the Count's consciousness was swallowed up by a deep sleep.