Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

15 Feb 7451

At noon, the village of Garhe.

Tris, the village lord, took well-fitted squire and serfs to command the opening, and his wife, Bell, was looking around the plot.

And plug it into a field.

It is Zarish who manages this field, a squire who serves them, so there is no need to inspect it from time to time.

but Bell is trying to look around all the farmland in the village.

"Ma'am"

The Lord of low voices, who does not suit Nico's grin, is, of course, the Damaroon of the Intermittent.

"Well, thank goodness the weather was nice last month."

Despite not being alone within their radius of dozens of meters, Bell uttered a word that no matter who asked him.

"Yeah, not at all. I don't like the rain during winter sowing."

Damaroon's voice returned the answers that fit the apparent Bell conversation well, but at the end of the day he reported in a low voice, "I still haven't heard from you today," and continued his unusual public discourse.

Bell thought a lot of things, even as he followed the fields of Damaroon.

It is a dissatisfaction that won't let Al know if the raid on Mimile, who is going to be his daughter-in-law, has decided or dropped off, but I give up half of this because I can't think of the advantages of informing undercover operatives in the field, even if Bell himself was in a position to wrap up the Dabus interlocutors.

but apart from being dissatisfied and being convinced by reason.

- If there were a continual report, we would be more uptight and gather information... and exposed in a weird way... haha, I know...

For once, only once during last year did I have instructions to "give me more detailed information," and I was returning a brief expected date I knew at the time, etc., but I'm not as optimistic in character as I think the raid was finalised because of that.

- If you seem to say anything more at this time of year, you can also make a decision... you won't be that stupid on the boulder over there...

I'm disgusted by the grand idea of not knowing how many more times it's going to be.

Next to the fields of Damaroon is a field plowed by the slaves of Meath.

Apparently, Meath, the caretaker, is also just moving toward the field.

- Let's switch.

Consciously switching thoughts, Bell grins.

You noticed her like that, Meath waving at me.

Bell also stepped off the horse as he waved back and responded.

"It's a beautiful day."

"Yes. Oh, yes, ma'am, just listen..."

Since New Year's marriage, the subject of meeting Meese is mostly about each other's husbands.

Silly or cursory, but lately I've been asking Bell a lot about how to cook.

"... so I made a potov (calf) because I received a baldukki from Beglitz before..."

"That's too much salt. There's salt in the baldukki too, so if you don't cut it down a little bit, it'll naturally get salty."

"Oh, I see. By the way, I tried to make a sandwich today, but the utensils, thank you... well, eat a little and give me some thoughts..."

"Fine... what is this?

"I could buy beef on a flight I came to yesterday, so I tried the cord beef you taught me..."

"Ruben sandwiches are delicious but this color..."

Bell frowned at something purple that looked everywhere in the sandwich cross section.

"Oh, I think it tastes pretty good."

"Mmm. I'll have it..."

They hung onto a sandwich made from combeaf.

Good salty beef mixed with goat cheese and lettuce flavors, adjusted with a sauce like a Southern Island dressing and delicious inside.

"Oh, that was the salted egg plants."

I ate it and found out, but the meath sandwich was salted with small eggplant and scattered into small pieces, which was the accent of flavor and texture.

"I didn't have cabbage salted (Zawarclout), so I thought I'd put something in it instead... Tastes good..."

At that time.

"Ugh...!

To the nausea that had suddenly struck him, Bell did his best to avoid dropping his near-eating sandwich.

"What!? Ma'am?

Meath changing her complexion to a suddenly changing bell......

"Ugh, ugh!

She also raised her sudden nausea and put her hand on her mouth.

"Whoa..."

Bell wasn't in the same condition as Meath.

I somehow get my sandwich back in the cage, deceiving the body that is attacked by Ezuki.

"Ha ha... Ugh...!

Bell asked herself as she opened her mouth wide and exhaled.

- What, this? No way. Poison? Ugh... disgusting.

My body clearly complains of anomalies.

Turn your face away from the meath as you open your lips as you eat up your teeth.

"Whoa... ma'am, spit it out..."

Meath stuck her finger in the back of her throat without hesitation when she threw the sandwich away.

"Eh, eh, eh, eh"

And I just started putting back what I had just eaten.

"Huh, huh, huh."

It also feels a little easier to learn Meath and throw up a lot of momentum.

Actually, I'm trying to vomit without Meath telling me, but I'm not going to be able to vomit just because I feel nauseous.

- Mizuchi told me that the poison also has this type... Ugh...

Finally, he tried to stick his right hand into his open mouth with both knees on the ground and his left hand supporting his torso.

- This, no way?

Open your eyes.

Bell couldn't quite think of a cause because he had never experienced it in his previous life.

Even with the actual examples of Al and Mizuchi and the knowledge he told me that "Between the reincarnated, there is a higher likelihood of pregnancy among the fae than usual," there were times when I started to give up on the pregnancy I was working on yesterday.

"This isn't the sandwich."

Caring for Meath's feelings, Bell managed to put his right hand back in his mouth when he said just that and tried to enjoy eating up his teeth and throwing up.

But that's a very hard act.

"Well then... Phew... what the hell... hey"

Meath who pukes but says it strangely.

"Congratulations. This is an evil obstacle...... oops......!

That's all Bell has tears coming from bitterness and joy, and now it's time to stick his right index finger and middle finger in the back of his throat.

- I'm not answering.

Nothing comes out of the back of my throat, but there's a lot of saliva in my mouth, so much so that a small puddle is formed beneath my face facing the ground.

I almost wanted to get it out with magic and water and rinse my mouth, but I couldn't concentrate at all that I could normally do without making it.

- That said, the Bunny People (Bunny Man) are born in about six months. Even Tris' kid. Is that so?

Pregnancy for the elite (elves) is nearly double that of the bunnyman.

Bell laughed with a smile on his face, and his thoughts became imprisoned as he demonstrated unconscious high technology.

It should be noted that the period of pregnancy between heterogeneous races will be intermediate between the period of pregnancy of the mother's race and that of the father's race.

In particular, it does not exactly make it intermediate, approaching the gestation period of the species of the child, but nevertheless does not absolve them from the risk of premature or expired childbirth.

In the case of Bell, it is often about three to four months longer than normal for Bunny Man.

In this case, if the child born is the same elf as the father, Tris, it would mean that the pregnancy period would be shorter by about a month or two, where it is normal for the child to grow in the mother's womb for 10 months.

Regardless of the mother, it would be a bit of a dangerous premature birth for the baby in the current oath.

As a result, if you are a Meath, you will have a full term birth because your mother is a proximal species called the werewolf (Wolfwer) and your father is a dog (Dogwer), so the pregnancy period will fall within Wolfwer's standard deviation.

There is no great danger with mother and child.

By the time the symptoms of the obstruction that had struck her like a seizure weakened, Bell was transported to the mansion by the hands of the serfs who noticed her suddenly changing.

Meath is also being transported to her mansion.

"No, you didn't! Congratulations! I'm so sorry about this!

You rushed to hear from me, or Tris' shaky voice approached me from outside the mansion.

At this point, all MYE training participants for this semester who will be out of the village of Garhe were finalized by men.

March 1, 7451.

Afternoon.

Inside the Knights headquarters in Beglitz.

"So? What do you think of that?

I asked Value, who stood in front of the executive desk.

"Ha. It's an unusual short period of time, but I'd be enough for those two..."

Shit.

Even though my assessment is growing fast, when I first met him, I just jumped on the phrase "the strong should be the chief of the knighthood".

Is nature a brain muscle wherever you go?

"Rejected. I can't tell you that those two have equipped knights with the necessary upbringing and character."

After a full year of joining my Knights, Ralpha and Guine naturally continue to score in contention for 1-2.

I know that the Orthodox Knights who belong to the Knights have also said, "I will be able to do it as a full Orthodox Knight already" or something.

In fact, I would think so too if I were to judge them solely by the overall score they are taking.

In addition, the effect of the sermons we gave to Values and other instructional knights some months ago has also begun to appear, and their grades have grown steadily since around the end of last year.

You were proud of that, and they asked Value for a recommendation for the promotion of the Horseman.

I don't even know what words they used, but the Value has recommended to me that the two deserve the reign of the Holy Knight.

I just get a promotion recommendation to the Horseman, and they both score passing in all subjects.

Otherwise, the Value wouldn't have bothered to recommend it.

Well, the subject of passing score criticality also remains quite a bit around the classroom, but the overall score is also high because many of the subjects are jumping through and completing outstanding grades, and that's what they dress like to hide the Seven Hardships.

Of course, if this is someone else who's not them, even for me, I'd say, "Well, maybe. Let's hear what the other knights say," It's true it's a grade that's going to say.

"Oh, my God, Lord Value."

"Ha"

"Think about it. In some cases… really in some cases, but maybe in the future we'll be in a better position than that?

……

"Can you follow those orders then? Respect from the bottom of your heart, sometimes with your life at stake. But can you protect it? Or can you keep your precious squire?

Think of it from your age. That won't happen first, but Value has the ability to draw sincerity from my words.

In short, he says, "They may be given the position of Commander in the Knights in the future."

It is precisely Ralpha's established position to inherit the only Baron family in the West Dirt, more prestigious than the Value.

Depending on your success on the battlefield, such a Knights of Country Territories will remain to be foiled.

Yeah. I don't feel sarcastic about that to me, but I never mind if you misinterpret me like that.

"... it will grow to be such a person, its full potential, and if you did admit it, you can seriously consider it. But seeing how they are at the moment just doesn't seem to me."

"Gu..."

It's like they're still drinking to me every time I'm off.

I'm not going to say anything unscrupulous like saying don't drink, don't have fun, etc.

I'm not even going to tell you to stop drinking or anything.

I just don't think I can help it if they say that I'm not aware of that from before I became a one-man knight.

Keeping moderation...... I just want you to remember self-restraint in many ways.

"As you know, a" knight ”is not a qualification. position. I do not think it is a lightweight gift simply because I am capable and am fixing good grades. If this is just a qualification like" em-ee, "I wish it was above the standard."

……

"I reject it this time. All right?"

"Ha"

But how could they have told me to make a recommendation to the Orthodox Knights to the extent that they did a training squire in the Knights for just one year?

Well, I don't even have that experience, but I'm a senior aristocrat, and that's it.

If you regret it, you can be a senior aristocrat with territory, just like me.

All you have to do is make a recommendation to the Knights of your own Knights to get your own Knighthood.

Then no one will complain.

That's right, we'll do it in a while, even in a mock fight between individuals.

I'll hit them with everything I can.

So, anyway, Ralpha will eat you if you lose your hand... it's not an axe, and the sword and spear will be fine.

I'm going to treat you like there's no room for a busy idea.

The two hostages are still young and cannot be allowed to take part in the boulders, but it will also be important to look after them.

Mar 8, 7451

"Then mother, adoptive father, and grandfather, grandmother, everyone, I will go"

At the car stop of Associate Baron Forcain's mansion in Lombertia, Mimile bid farewell to his family and those working in the mansion.

Dressed in an elderly noble, feminine and luxurious dress, he embarks on a dowry carriage.

Only two of her escort knights will follow her like that to a few men and women who will take her from the mansion as a sideline service.

More escorts should have been provided, but the escort to the dowry will be delivered to the site by forty members of a platoon belonging to her belly brother from the Third Knights of the Kingdom.

In addition, her real father also gave her a fair amount of cash and jewellery, some carriages loaded with fancy furniture, utensils, etc. as gifts for her daughter-in-law, so that even the Associate Baron family hired about twenty adventurers who rang with caravan escorts as escort forces, including them.

"Mimile... stay well"

"Watch your body."

"Michelle, I'm proud of you."

"You're going to have a healthy child."

"Sister, I envy you."

In the warm words of each of the families, Brigadier Sir Michaels Forcaine lowered his back in the carriage seat.

It is inferior to what the royal family uses, but is nevertheless a rather luxurious carriage, with a (ascent) dyed through the crest of the Forcaine Associate Baron family behind it.

The window provided on the carriage's body was fully opened, and her face was well seen dowrying from the families and servants gathered in front of the house.

And when Michelle, smiling with a smile, waved towards them, as if it had also been a signal, he munched into the horse.

March 15, 7451.

Evening.

The Golden Cup of the Kingdom of Davas, the training ground for the Raid Troops led by Count Robotney.

"Okay, you're taking shape for the most part..."

Earl with a grin distorted by a carefully groomed moustache, but his whole body is nearly beaten by fog rain.

Even the hat with the feather embellishment on it would drain a lot of water.

"Retreat them all."

Ordering one of the knights who was helping train, he told another knight to "go back to the camp first and prepare warm soup for everyone".

He continued to maintain the morale of his adventurers with good use of liquor, tobacco, confectionery and other preferences and warm meals.

It was at first that I was worried about the exuberance of lust, but the adventurers endured a lot about it.

In particular, members of the adventurers included women at considerable rates, and it would be significant to include men with good looks.

Rather, it was the knights who could not contain their desires, and there seemed to be some who begged them to hold the woman of adventurers until they paid many times more than the market.

But that'll be over in a few weeks, too.

- It was training in the rain today, and should everyone be allowed to soak them in the water, whether it's impossible or just women?

His magic will not produce about ten or twenty bottles of hot water.

That much dissatisfaction can be digested if women alone can warm their cold bodies.

Time will be late, but by then the magic will have recovered to some extent, and the men will be able to soak themselves in the water.

- The amount of firewood is greatly reduced, but it is not immediately gone. As soon as the rain goes up. But it would be enough to let both knights go to replenish it.

With that in mind, the Count shook all the way, hurrying his way to the camp with his back round.