Reincarnated as an Aristocrat with an Appraisal Skill

The clan was a more competent figure than I imagined.

It's just that my brother Basamark was better than his clan and was liked by his father, the Governor General. When you are better than the clan, how much?

Well, it's possible the Governor just didn't have the ability to spot people. When you are my child, it is possible that your eyes will become dull.

"Everyone, you've come a long way today."

Clan's speech began.

"Two hundred years of empire history ends today, and a new year begins tomorrow, but I still can't see the end of this Samaforce war. It is, in my opinion, no longer possible to return to the original Samaforce Empire. We Salemachians are a clan that originally reigned as kings of the Meesians. I will win this battle and once I unite the Meesians, I will establish the Meesian nation independently of the Samaforce Empire. Perhaps Basamark would have the same idea."

Create a Meesian country. Did you have that idea? Well, given the current situation, it might not be that crazy.

"That despicable basamark is not a vessel that can be king! This battle is bound to be won! And as a first step, we succeeded in breaking Basamark's strategy"

Clan explained how Perena County Superintendent Luke had been tricked and attached to Bassamark's side. And I didn't accuse him of being on the enemy's side until now, but rather praised him for returning to this side well. Then Luluke also came out before the nobles, and he also began his speech. After making the apology, from now on, when I did my best for the clan, I expressed my determination.

"I'm not the one who broke Bassamark's cowardly plan this time. Young talent played a major role in this. Ars Rovent, Le Maire Pyres, Previous"

Suddenly my name is called and upset. Le Mail stood up and whispered, "Let's go," he urged. I manage to calm the upset and get up too.

You want me to come forward and say something? I didn't ask.

Luckily Le Mail was called with me, so maybe he can do something about it.

I'm quite used to talking in public, except when I'm dealing with a lot more nobles than I am.

I may be nervous and unable to speak at all.

I go out in front of the nobles. I stood right near the clan.

If you look nearby, you know exactly what clan style is or what majesty is.

Anyway, this is the first time I've seen you, so I have to say hello, and I bow my head,

"I'll see you first. I'm Ars Rovent."

"Right. That's your first time. I am Clan Salemachia"

The clan has returned a greeting with a smiling look.

"He is still a child, as you can see, but a lord who has a fine reign over the Lamberg territory in Canale. This time he broke through Bassamark's ruse."

That's how the clan applauded.

After that, Clan arranged praise for me, not telling me exactly how he saw through the ploy. The way you let mercenaries sneak in might have been a less good way to do it.

After Le Mail praised me for leaving the role to me, I became fluent to say something.

"I will do everything in my power to help the Clan in the future"

I made a normally unobstructed statement for now. The applause happened, so maybe this was a good idea.

Trying to safely return to his original seat, Clan snuck me a letter,

"You don't have to come if you don't feel like it, but I'd be happy to come if you could"

Yes, he whispered.

That you don't have to come, does this letter say to come somewhere?

I am anxious about what you are willing to do. They told me if you don't feel like it, you don't have to come, but from a standpoint, I can't do that.

Being secretly handed over is likely something others shouldn't see, so I missed it without opening it.

Do you want to go to the bathroom later, get some air outside, give me a reason to be alone and then read it?

The party progresses and meals are brought in.

The fact that there were also clans in the boulders meant that the food was quite sumptuous. After being reincarnated into this world, some of the dishes I ate were delicious enough to contend for one or two.

After the meal there will be a pastime.

A playlist of pastime is written out on the wall, but if you do it, it's long. I guess I'm going to do it until I'm older.

I said I was going to the bathroom and got out before the fun started.

And find a place to be alone, and read the letter.

When the magic dance of the third act is over, I want you out, too, because I'm temporarily out of the party. I want to ask you something and ask you something.

That's what it said.

What do you want to hear or ask for? I'm anxious, to be honest. It's hard to say no to being asked to do something unscrupulous, and I just have to take it.

I miss the letter and go back to the party venue.

The afterlife begins.

Two performances end and the magic act begins.

The magic act looked quite good, multiplied by the magic of various attributes.

After the clan is over, applaud. And I said I was going to the bathroom, and I left the room.

I get out of the room as well.

When I left, the clan was waiting.

"I'm glad you answered my call."

No, of course not.

Follow me, then.

The clan goes outside the castle.

As it was, I even went outside the gate.

Outside the gate, he joined a tall skinny man.

"This man is Robinson Range. I am the minister I trust most"

"This is Robinson Range. Best regards,"

With a gorgeous gesture, he bowed his head and Robinson has greeted him.

I return my greetings, too.

Appraisal suggests that the stats, the leadership, the martial arts are mediocre, but there are 88 tactics and 91 politics. Just to say I trust you the most, you seem to be a good man inside.

After rendezvous, walk through town.

How far would you go?

In the first place, do you need to do such a roundabout imitation to do every favor?

"We'll be there soon. I'm sorry for the roundabout imitation. I don't want any other nobleman to ask me for anything."

I had a bad feeling when I heard that.

He doesn't want another nobleman to ask...

He's also a boy hobby in the clan, and he's willing to attack me?

Assuming that's the case, I can't resist. I just have to get hit.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got.

"Arrival."

That's what Clan said in front of a tight shop. The exterior smells old and doesn't seem like a very good place for the Viceroy's son to come.

When I walked into the store, no one was there. The customer didn't even have a store owner.

"I'm paying the gold to keep no one here."

Clan says so, sitting in a chair in the store.

"Call me."

I sat in the chair in front of the clan.

"Let me give you a try now"