Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

April 6, 7451

Refusing to marry Mimil two weeks later, Al came to the shrine to name the baby of his slave, who was born last month.

Today is a holiday on Saturday, but the slave-head Zulu also comes to work on holidays.

The number of slaves handed over from Count Lafleur, Al's predecessor as Count League's deputy, exceeds 4,000, young and old alike, approaching half of Beglitz's population.

With this number of people, there are still many people who have never spoken to each other or who have never met face to face in the neighborhood.

Therefore, even if you are a loyal slave head to your husband, you cannot miss the chance to face your original subordinate, the slave quality.

Of course, there is no system itself, such as holiday work allowance.

"Oh? What, are you crowded?

Al walked alongside him for a walk and shouted a little unexpected.

Because I saw a slightly larger number of people in front of the entrance to the shrine than the number of parents and children of slaves I had heard.

Regardless of how close the population is to 10,000 people, Beglitz is a shrine, and no matter how many rituals are performed, there are not many types in themselves.

Basically, marriage is named after marriage, but apart from marriage, naming is often performed in aggregate around the middle of the month, specifically between the 10th and 20th of each month.

Al, the lord, basically does it on the 15th of every month.

This month is the same day as his marriage ceremony, so I simply avoided it.

"Your husband's getting married soon. The samurai would like to finish naming the children of slaves quickly. I also hear that nearby merchants who have heard of your wedding banquet are gathering in Beglitz. The government lockers were said to be full of merchants' belongings....."

Certainly, there are lockers for valuables in Beglitz's administrative office (the upper limit of the number of lockers for valuables in 1,000 units of the city's population is strictly established by national law), and all of them were pancakes, as Zulu said.

The other day, I said to Zulu, "I'll make 9 million just by depositing the money this month! That's why I can't stop being a lord! He was bragging with a slutty face.

The carriage seems to have stopped, and it is likely that there are enough merchants coming to the shrine who could not be deposited with the government.

Al approaches the shrine nodding at Zulu's words.

The slaves who noticed them send greetings one after the other.

Al approached Torii as he nodded to them one by one.

"My lord, you're in a good mood today....."

That's how one of Al's samurai approached, a man entrusted with a considerable area of cultivated land.

"Mm-hmm. You too. Name it?"

"Ha. Your Countess' marriage is approaching, and I think we should finish it by now. Besides, some of my slaves are planning to get married...."

The attendant began to sweat on his forehead as he spoke.

Al is from a crude adventurer.

At the same time as my marriage, I felt uncomfortable with the fact that the slave would marry, and I realized that I would have an unreasonable intuition.

"Oh, I see...."

Al, who didn't think about anything like that, spoke without any particular hesitation, but he was slightly stuck in words.

And when he saw it, the samurai was more afraid, saying, "Coming!?"

"Congratulations... hmm, you're in the middle of a ritual right now. If you come out, I'll give you a blessing."

But Al continued without turning a blind eye to the back of the two slaves who were receiving the priest's ritual.

"Ha, ha. But they are slaves. Thank you for your kind words."

Al turned his face to the attendant again and thought, "Nothing can help but say a word or two." But he said, "Does this guy think it's bad for educating slaves? Or maybe they're just bragging about me saying something directly to the people around me later... so why don't we just do nothing here?" As she looked at the top of the samurai's head, her hair began to thin, she was slightly troubled.

"No, you'd be happy to get married. If you two stick together and give birth to a child, your fortune will increase, and I hope you will do your best."

The samurai replied, "Hahaha! Thank you, it will be a good day for those two to leave!" and lay flat.

Al was not interested in such a attendant and said, "I still have to hold all the babies today... but all the babies around here are cute. But my Alson is cute in the world! I was already thinking of something completely different.

April 7, 7451

"Mmmm..."

Thomas III, King of the Kingdom of Rombert and Duke of Rombert, was roaring at the desk of the office with a bitter, crushed face.

I haven't been busy with my work in the last few days.

It was a terrible workload to be able to abandon my duties.

"Hey, haven't you heard from him yet?

Ask the captain of the guard in the corner of the office the same question several times today.

"Your Majesty, Iturin is on the move, and we'll get back to you soon. I've been with you since this morning."

That's why it makes no sense for me to know something you don't.

The captain replies with a silly voice.

"I know that! If you are also a heavy military town, I will have a way to contact you!?"

The clerk, who patiently waited for the King's signature in front of his desk, stuck himself to a sudden yell.

"That's a good way to contact you? What the hell was that?

The captain of the guard asked the king with harsh eyes.

"Uhh... ah, magic?

I didn't expect to hear back from the king. The king rushed off a bit.

"Ha! If you know such magic, please teach it. It seems very convenient."

His own guard captain laughed at him with his nose, and the King looked like an evil man.

"Hey, you. What do you think of him? Do you think that's your attitude toward your monarch?

This time I told the clerk who had been standing for an hour.

The clerk can't say anything because he just makes his eyes black and white.

"Oh, now you're a weak bully. Please don't take the time to ruin things and move your hands. If His Majesty doesn't do his duty, he will be scolded by his boss."

"Ku, damn it... you, the feelings of parents who think of their daughter..."

"No, no, I don't know what to say. I'm not worried about you at all....."

"Hey, you. Even if you're missing something to say, isn't that too much to say?

"Ah, that's right. If you'll excuse me... please forgive me and don't forget about what I said earlier."

"Hmm, okay. I'll forget about it. But I'm as worried about what happened to my daughter as I am. It must have been one of the lovely daughters who split the rest of her blood."

Today's chief of escort duty, Viscount Taklad Gendale, shook his shoulder to the King's words and said, "Your hands are stopped again". In his heart, "Despite four nights since the initial report, there is no further report on the safety of your daughter... fu. I can't talk about people either. I can only see the political value of that young lady..."

It is true that there is no means of communication to remote areas, but it is an anomaly that there is no specific follow-up report on the safety of those connected to the King's blood.

Even if you have suffered some damage from the raid, it is natural to send information about your whereabouts and the safety of important people after you have settled down in some village or city.

Especially since she was escorted by a Royal Army unit.

Bottom soldiers can't do that anyway, there's no reason for knights to classify incompetence as unexpected.

--No way, all the knights who were in command were destroyed? No, no, even so, one or two of the old soldiers must still be there.

Viscount Gendale thinks of a woman leading the Third Knights and waves her head small: "She must have thought and acted long enough for me to think."

Ensure safety first by being attacked and damaged.

Originally, I would have to send a message that this happened right after the raid.

It may be that I could not send it desperately to escape, but it is too late to put it in the account.

Anyway, the information the first message brought was vague information that the caravan had been attacked by someone and evacuated somewhere, but it was also corrupted by members of the Third Knights who were stationed nearby, unrelated to the caravan.

And it even arrived four days ago.

At that time, information from the carriage company arrived as a follow-up report the next day, even if it was late. Moreover, there was no carriage destroyed at the scene of the raid, so it was expected that the follow-up report would be the survival of Miles and where to settle down.

Both Viscount Gendale and the King were certainly surprised by the information they first received, but they both asked about the situation and thought, "Then at least Mile will be safe."

In any case, no threatening monsters have been identified in the vicinity of the raid site for a long time, and the bandits and bandits wanted to be identified long ago, long before they were exterminated.

Of course, even if it is extremely unlikely that a large group of relatively powerful and organized monsters, such as Orcs and Hobbgoblins, have ambushed and suffered great damage, it is difficult to think of such great damage that a single beacon cannot be sent.

It will take a lot of Orcs, but Hobbgoblins, to do a lot of damage to dozens of Knights.

It is impossible to say that it has not been discovered at all (that is, this carriage is the first prey and no one has ever attacked it).

There will also be temporary complexity and confusion among the Knights of the Third Order stationed outside the caravan.

But that should be really temporary.

--Anyway, Iturin said he was sending a squadron to investigate immediately after receiving a tip-off, and now there's nothing he can do...

The Count did not gaze at the king, who was still staring at us, and changed his posture and became dim.

April 8, 7451

On the no-road path, the Bath and the others bypassed all the main parts of the Count of Gasolaine and reached Kalmud, the capital of the Count of Orbis, further south.

I reported the details as soon as I arrived at the Knights 3 barracks.

The platoon commander who was stationed in the garrison said, "It is strange that you have not been in Kalmud before. It was too late, and I was worried about what had happened."

And, as Bath and the Knight of the Way said, he acknowledged the need to contact the Marquis de Grid and replaced the horses on which Bath and the others rode.

In addition, there are three aristocratic territories lined up from the north between Count Orbis and Count Dressler in the Dart region: Count Barnier, Count Gremillon, and Count Rain, and the knights who have guided the way so far will have no land introspection, so it was also said that the directions would be exchanged here.

In addition, since there should be no problem even if you proceed along the street from now on, it is recognized that you would like to go with the knight who has become familiar with the corner.

"How long does it take to reach Count Dressler?

"I've heard it's half a day if you can manipulate a horse like an army order, but that's if you can trade horses over and over on the way. If you can't replace it, it'll take two days."

Bath hoped that arrangements would be made for the exchange of horses, but the platoon captain seemed not as kind as the platoon captain who sent him out.

April 9, 7451

"Uuuuuu..."

The young man's head was swollen and leaked out of his eyes, nose, mouth, etc.

Guahh!

Blood vessels close to the epidermis, such as arms and neck, become thick and dilated.

Oops!

At the same time, the body is beginning to tremble as if it had suffered from dust.

"... bah!!"

The chest was swollen and the poor shirt was torn so that it could bounce from the inside.

"... but...!

The eyes swelled out of the orbit.

"Good luck! If you can endure it...!

Miles cheers when he approaches a young man in distress.

In the end, however, she just jumped her eyeballs out, or her ribs jumped out of the inside of her torso and stopped moving.

"No... I wonder what's wrong."

Even after seeing the tragic sight, Miles murmured as if he had not changed his complexion.

The white eyes, which were initially red and black as a result of congestion, are now completely black, adding an extraordinary appearance to her beauty along with golden shining eyes.

She had acquired a lot of special skills when she became undead, and now she was trying one of them, but she was failing again and again.

Of course, I realized when I undead that there was a high probability of failure.

But anyway, we need to create some powerful undead that will bind them together.

I've never tried it before because I didn't undo a lot of numbers.

But this time, we have materials approaching 4,000.

It was also important to have a deeper understanding of the abilities available to me, but we also needed to create a powerful undead that would be at the core of Draughl's merger.

"... why didn't you succeed..."

Mimile sat on his chair and ordered a draggler to clean the dirty floor.

"Now I've wasted 50... meat dolls (decks)"

I put my cheek on the right hand attached to the armrest and murmured.

There must be no mistake in the way.

I also understood that the probability of success was low, but I also knew that it was not so low.

I don't think I made a mistake, but I don't know.

"... nh, no way...?

As he noticed something, Mimile stood up and approached Draugle, who was clearing the body.

He is also a Tiger (Tiger Man) man of good physical fitness, like the young man who failed earlier.

Then, standing behind the draggle trying to lift the body, he waved his hands up.

Aware of his special skills, he stabbed his fingers in both shoulders, bent like hook claws.

"(Gu...)"

Draughl raised a small moan as he took the body away.

In addition, the movement also stops, but there is a painful expression on the face as well as the young man earlier.

"Good luck!

Miles cheered, but it was a much more serious voice than before.

And it's enough to keep cheering.

"(Ha ~)"

Draughl exhaled a big breath and rose with his eyes shining in fluorescent green.

In addition, small yellow light is leaking out from all parts of the body.

"Did you? Did you succeed? Status open... Draughl Wight... I did it! Great success success! Ha ha! That means you can't use it unless you're the one I made undead."

Her special skill was called [Radical Evolution].

Mastery is limited to the undead that you create and create, and if successful, the target will increase their rank as an undead.

The daily usage is equal to the physical level and the success rate is the same percentage as your physical level.

If it fails, the subject's flesh is lost like dust, but if the subject is alive, it must fail and the body remains.

Mildred understood roughly how to use the abilities gained, not just this special skill, but also that all of them were incomplete knowledge.

But right now, I was able to come to a true understanding of [Radical Evolution].

These seem to be useless at first glance, but users who have just been forced to become undead by the power of the crystal sphere need to deepen their understanding of the undead at all.

"Yikes, let's try everything at this rate... it's time to go to the boulder or you'll be late... well, you can try it when you get there."

Mimile murmured with a bright voice, calling out to Draugle, who had evolved into White.

Because I thought that the bee would not hit even after confirming the performance of Draugle Wight as the core of the Titanization.

April 10, 7451

Hmm, what happened?

If Miles had arrived in Beglitz yesterday as he had planned.

Well, I'm not too worried because I have a long journey and I still have plans for a day or two, but I'm a bastard son of the King, I'm a bride, and it's usually a case of coming forward.

It's likely that the carriage has broken down somewhere and is stuck.

Even so, it seems like it would be good to come here as early as possible.

If you could at least reach Weed, Zenom would only be able to contact us by coach train...

I don't know much about the course that's coming our way.

There are several courses from King's Land to the Dart region, but if you're coming by carriage, you usually follow a large road called the Koridok Street.

The army heading towards the Dart Plains is also the most used road when there are many large carriages and infantry, and security is good.

Well, as for me, I'm going to be the second lady, so I'd like you to come and say hello to the first lady, Mizuchi, and make yourself happy.

I don't want a wave in the house.

Shhhhh.

I'm sure I've come quite close from the schedule, so can someone go and see what's going on?

I wonder who's good... there's only Zulu.

Oh, no.

Legally, the Dart region has been mine since this month, but I haven't declared it yet.

Zulu is a slave, and I can't travel across the territory unless I declare it, but it's a lot of trouble.

You want Claw or Marie to go?

I'll just put some on... I mean, it's only been a day off.

All you have to do is stand still.