Seiun wo Kakeru

It was a dark, small room.

Damage can be seen everywhere because minimal repairs have been made but obviously no one lived there.

It was a house inhabited by a row of disciples from the town of Nazioni, including Dante.

Each place is extremely small.

Fire is burning in the fireplace and slight lights are raising the outline of the room.

Franco and Dante sit around the fireplace.

"Dante, I've been getting food. Let's eat."

"Oh. Thank you."

Franco includes wine in his mouth.

The rich aroma of the grapes, slight sweetness and spiciness spread through the mouth.

It was hot this summer.

The flavour of the grapes has become quite intense.

When Dante received the plate, he began to eat silently.

"... Ume"

"It's brilliant. The ingredients themselves will not change much, but will the taste change depending on the human arm that makes them?"

"I thought soup was stronger and more eggy."

"When you eat food like this, you don't like to go to other villages for inspections"

"It's just a treat from time to time, isn't it in your belly?

"I ride horses every day, I don't have time to get fat."

It's a giant wondering if it's double the size of a person. It would also double the amount of nutrients needed.

The dishes I bring disappear into my mouth one after the other. The top of the dish became clean immediately.

Franco had a sober eye and was observing Dante.

"Dante, you couldn't have that one."

"I'm sorry"

Dante's head lowers gently.

There was nowhere like the glamour I showed at the banquet.

Poor man to think of, Franco thought.

Dante is never stupid.

If you let them know exactly what the intentions are, they move honestly, and they grow.

It was Franco's analysis that it would be because of the environment in which he had grown up that it had become a character like now.

Dante is a three man born between Nazioni and his concubine.

But unfortunately for Dante, Nazioni loved only his mother, not his son.

At the same time as my mother died of puerperal fever, Nazioni lost interest in Dante.

If you want to succeed, you have an older brother.

The brothers on top are the same strength, but they are at a minimum, so they are less likely to cause problems.

Dante, who was left alone on the contrary, repeatedly pranked to catch the eyes of his parents in adolescence, so that instead he could be distracted.

Using the position of lord's son, the children's general temptation has not yet fallen out.

It was the status quo that he was treated like a troublemaker and could no longer be in town.

The trouble is a lot, but I can't feel bad about Big Book, so I couldn't even hate Franco enough.

It's like a dog with a biting habit.

If you hold on tight, you won't bite.

"Hey, Franco."

"What is it?

"If I achieve results in this village, I'm sure you'd really recommend me as a successor to the lord"

"Let's see. I promise."

"Okay. I believe you."

"Then you must apologize for making a scene tomorrow."

"Oh. I'm so cute. You can't..."

Normally, Dante doesn't have a bowl of successors coming around.

However, the balance of power will change dramatically if Franco, as a tax collector, strongly pushes the practices of the territory in one hand.

Franco has the pride that this territory will not be made without him.

The problem was that the Nazioni clan, all superior to their bodies and exhibiting unparalleled strength on the battlefield, had no understanding of practice.

Well, you can try at best.

The way Dante is treated is problematic. I don't even want to negotiate lubricatively.

If we fail, we won't have talked about cooperation from the beginning, and if we succeed, we can make a track record of aiding, and when Dante becomes a lord, it becomes easier to move.

At the same time, the brothers have been given the pretext of expelling Dante the troublemaker.

No matter how I fell, I was confident that I would be stood up to not suffer any losses at the end of the day.

"Not with that attitude for you to have a track record here. It just makes them feel hostile. Because there's no one here who knows their reputation in town. It's gonna be hard to override your first impression, but you gotta work hard."

"Oh. You're the only one who called me to help my successor. I'll answer your expectations."

"Well, it's something you don't force. You just have to keep it steady one by one."

It's even suspicious how much Dante can learn Age's technology.

We also need to nail the other four.

Franco slowly drinks ale.

The banquet will still be there.

Did you have the incentive to melt, and I went ahead with the meal, thinking about listening to you later?

Then quite some time later, Catalina came home.

She was the only one who had another home available because of the fact that she was a woman.

Don't bother making me a seed for disturbance, it's a precaution.

The white skin is so stained with alcohol that it turns bright red even in the dark.

Sounds like you've had a lot of fun.

Franco spoke up so that Catalina could notice.

"Welcome home. Did you enjoy it?

"Mr. Franco. Yes. Both my parent, Age, and my wife, Tania, did well. We're going to get along."

"That was good. He said he brought you here."

"I really appreciate it"

"What? It just so happens to match our hopes."

To Catalina, who bows with momentum, restrain with her hands.

I was going to keep my head down forever if I let it go.

Not enough to be thankful for that.

It doesn't make any profit now, but after learning the technology, it's going to multiply and return.

If Dante is pushing your luggage, Catalina has acquired the skill of a positive attack.

The extraordinary curiosity, enthusiasm and energetic character for the new technology was bound to be liked by such an artisanal type of person.

He didn't have madness in his eyes because he had built an AC early on.

The only worry is that Catalina will live in the village of Siena as it is, but well, Franco thinks she won't have to worry about it either.

We have chosen the person who cannot refuse and must return to the village of Siena.

I'm sure Catalina has an interest that doesn't line up in blacksmiths, but that wasn't the only one eager to go to the village of Siena.

"Catalina, I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it? I'm going to do whatever I can to do more than make my wish come true."

"It's not that big a deal. Dante, I want you to follow me somewhat. Of course not if it's out of your control."

"Mr. Dante?

"Oh, he just had a problem today."

I found a slight fear in Catalina's expression.

Blood caught on my complexion for a moment.

Katarina expresses her emotions throughout her body with vigour, but never with a strong personality.

It wouldn't go very well with the crude Dante.

No, it's about the village chief and the woman named Jane who can totally protect Dante.

Even while Franco was immersed in his thoughts, Catalina seemed troubled.

Tightening his expression, he bowed his head.

"Okay. Wonder Catalina, we'll do everything we can to support you!

"No, you don't have to do everything you can. To the best of my ability."

"Yes, I will do everything I can to support you!

"Oh yeah...... nice to meet you.... Huh."

"Mr. Franco?

She's a completely different daughter.

Hold back the gushing joy.

I can't stop laughing, even though I complain with my eyes that it's nothing to Katarina with a strange look on her face.

I have seen many people in terms of tax revenues.

Even if you work in the same way, you divide it between the type of success and the one that won't go up depressed for the rest of your life.

Catalina is definitely the type to succeed first.

It has a natural charm that attracts people.

Makes me want to support you unexpectedly.

I thought I was looking forward to this first.

"You guys, it's late."

"Ah, Master Franco"

"Excuse me."

The three remaining men all seemed too drunk to turn around.

Alcohol in the village of Siena is far tastier and more intoxicating than what you usually mouth.

Drink at the same pace as usual and you won't have a choice to get drunk.

But it's still chilly the night before spring.

Franco wanted to tell me to be the one to wait.

"So, what do you say we do?"

"Ha, that's already"

"I work powdered."

"Well, good luck."

All those who failed to pay their taxes.

I obey my orders often, because they are all sent to the village instead of speaking wisely.

It was the easiest person to use.

"You know what you do."

"Yes, sir"

"Failure is unacceptable."

"I remember the liver."

"Uhm, go then"

"Yes."

As I watch the men enter the house to run away with their heads down, my nose gets rough by accident.

If Catalina is a natural, they are a grain crusher.

I don't try to move aggressively. Only stupidity is twice as common as people.

I'm not even brave enough to throw everything away and drop myself into a bandit.

But that's also why we have a use for it.

It's Franco's idea to crush him at best.

Franco saw the village of Siena at night.

Only around the village chief's house is the light of fire still bright.

Now at the end of the darkness, there is a newly built livestock house, a water wheel shed and a blacksmith.

"… the development of this village is too soon"

My thoughts were in my mouth when I realized it.

One brand new thing after another is developed, and previous common sense is overshadowed.

It is a pleasure to see new technologies passed on and life enriched.

But what is happening in only one village is the fact that it cannot be ignored.

The power balance breaks down dramatically.

Take away technology, diffuse it, or force it to become obsolete again?

That's all there is to it.

But it's too early to move on.

I can't throw it away like this, so I brought Dante and Catalina.

If this doesn't work, you'll have to hit harder hands.

Franco thought, anticipating various futures.

- We need to be ready.