Seiun wo Kakeru

Seventeen stories, adopted son.

Leaving between glances, Agee took a breather.

It was a tense meeting scratching sweat on my back.

But at least you could think of a harvest.

After a while, Franco exited similarly from the sight and came to see Agee.

"I'll show you the treasure trove"

"You're suddenly spoken politely."

"Even though we have not yet entered into a parent-child contract, Mr. Age is someone who can already be Master Nazioni's stepson. It's only natural to change the response."

"That's really neat around here."

"That's a habit. You know, there are a lot of things that I think you should do as you decide. I'm also aware that there are more overwhelming things that aren't."

Character such as a regular official.

Competent but unlikely to live.

I make such an assessment in retrospect of what I myself am told to be stubborn and serious.

As soon as they walked, they got to where they were meant to be.

The treasure trove was a very sturdy lock and was tightly closed.

Franco keeps the keys and opens them.

Smooth movement with a cushion and sound.

I found the keys well maintained.

"Come in."

"Then excuse me."

When I knocked through the thick door, it was dark inside, but it seems to be cleaned regularly, I can't feel the dusty air, etc.

The room is quite large.

The entrance is bright with leaking lights in the hallway, but I can't see the back.

"It's rare to let people in here."

"Really? That would be an honor."

"There are many who, while serving Master Nazioni, have still never looked inside"

"What about Mr. Franco?

"I'm more of an admin than a reward recipient."

Franco put a light on the pine.

A number of ornaments, as well as lavish cloths, clothes, precious dry goods and baked goods, have emerged along the way.

The display is also contemplated, and I feel like I'm looking at items in a museum or some store.

Age moves her neck slightly and checks the atmosphere in the room.

"Well, this is amazing"

"It's all a gift or a tax payment. It brings together all the famous specialties of this island. Nevertheless, in simple quantities we lose to the town of Mostri in the west"

"Is this Mr. Clown's place? Do you get it in a deal?"

"Probably."

I do recall that the warehouse in that town was overflowing with amazingly different things, too.

Age took one item from the shelf at a time and wondered which would look good on Tania.

For example, what about brooches on that long hair?

There is an exquisite brooch of cameos made of onions.

It is the figure of a woman that is carved.

I just don't know, I may have elephant some goddess.

Maybe this is a good idea......

And the second is the fabric used for clothing.

Cotton fabrics are surprisingly not good to the touch for being very expensive.

I guess the yarn-riding and weaving skills are still not high.

However, the cotton fabrics on this occasion were all smooth with a smooth hand and obviously showed signs of added effort.

Is it dyed with acorns or take a piece of red fabric.

Now would you like me to make one of your skirts or even one of your shirts?

The third one worried Agee about what to do.

In ornaments, in clothes.

Also expensive, speaking of gifts that Tania might be happy with......

Whoa, this looks so good.

What Age took was honey.

The honey, which fits abundantly in the lid, smells sweet when opened.

Sweetness is the best luxury.

It's delicious enough to lick it as it is, but you might be happy to add a little hand and make biscuits and cookies.

I am grateful that the ingredients will be completed in the village, such as wheat, eggs and butter.

And sweetness is precious in a caloric sense.

I want you to eat something nutritious for your kids too.

"OK, these three, please"

"Okay. Arrange for it to be delivered to the house."

"Please"

The house Age stays in today will be separate from other village members.

Age is given a private room, but the other villagers slept in a large room in a miscellaneous fish.

It's not labor, it's human gain called to reward.

In the deepest part of the hall, there were Nazioni's private rooms.

By then, it was to pass through an elongated hallway with only a very small lighting window open.

Is this one of a kind of defense?

Even if there is a raid, if only one person can come from one side, it is easy to prevent.

Imagining that, Age knocked on the door.

Get permission to enter.

"Hey, you made it."

"I said hello earlier, but once again, my name is Age. Best regards,"

"Well, sit down."

"Excuse me."

Nazioni's private room was not that big.

There is a desk and chair, there is a table for visitors and there is a large bed.

And then there's a little shelf, and there's nothing so unusual about it.

Each was clean and tidy.

Are those organized by Nazioni?

Or is the servant cleaning up?

Age felt like she saw something unexpected.

It was more gorgeous and luxurious, and there was an image of a mansion inhabited by heroes.

You must have read the strange look on Age's face.

Nazioni explains.

"What can I say for myself? I'm not obsessed with things. What the hell is fun to watch Kimpy. Where does my heart leap? It's more fun hunting deer with a bow or skewering a wolf with a spear than that."

"So, what are you wearing between glances?

"Well, if you were dressed like a jerk, you wouldn't be dignified."

Nazioni's remarks make sense.

Indeed, the appearance would have a huge impact.

But Age didn't understand the sentiment that hunting was fun.

That said, I'm pretty sure there are people who fall for hunting.

There is also the theory that the nobility of the Germanic nation enjoyed hunting as every day.

For the pleasure of medieval aristocracy, it will be true that there is a hunt.

There were also people in modern Japan who licensed hunting guns and encouraged hunting.

I just can't sympathize.

"First, I have to tell you something."

"What is it?

"Your stupid son took care of you. You're right, I appreciate it."

"Hey, stop it for a second."

Age panicked.

Nazioni, who looked arrogant, is bowing his head.

"It's the parents' bullying. How the hell did that stupid son get decent? I have no idea, but you did a good job."

"It was certainly rough at first, but I didn't do anything in particular. People can't be changed by someone. Dante wanted to change himself, so he changed."

"It didn't look that way to me..."

"Many things will be invisible because they are family"

"Is that what this is?

Nazioni says strangely.

It seemed as if I had no idea what was causing the rough character.

It is very hard to say that the environment of inadmissibility must have created Dante's arrogant character.

"Well, then, it's time to exchange cups"

"Just now?"

"Oh, serve the cup"

"Okay."

Wine is poured into a sumptuous glass made of pure gold.

The brilliance of just eyelids certainly comes with the allure of demonization in some people.