Takarakuji de 40-oku Atattandakedo Isekai ni Ijuu Suru

After breaking up with the Barlettas returning to the village of Grisea, Ichigo was taking Habel on a river inspection that flowed through Isteria.

Now the place where the good men stand is high ground, where you can admire the streets of Isteria and the rivers flowing in them.

I really wanted guidance around Narson or Zirconia, but the two of us are one cup at a time with the tools and personnel arrangements requested and normal business, and not in such a condition that we can accompany the inspections very well.

The same is true of Isaac, who ran off to prepare 3,000 cloth bags of the same size ordered for good, and he couldn't find himself since then.

That's why an arrow of white feathers stands on the only empty havel and is accompanied by a river inspection.

"It's a pretty big river. Where is the flood coming from?

"Eh, according to the map, there's mostly water overflowing from that area, and flooding the building is occurring from time to time. There are several other places where flooding is more likely to occur, but it seems to flood more often on the tributary side than on the mainstream."

As Havel crawled his eyes onto the Isteria map he had, he pointed to the river in sight.

The map is written everywhere, and it appears to note where the flood occurred, the years in which it occurred, and the extent of the damage.

When he looked in the direction indicated by Habel, soil was soared high on both sides of the river, and earthworks were erected.

This earthwork is probably used to prevent flooding, but if heavy rainfall causes flooding, there will be some problem with the earthwork structure and installation area.

"Will there be flooding even with all this soil...... Mr. Havel, can you show me the material later on when I did the earthwork installation?

"Okay. I won't be able to view the materials under my authority, so I'll let you know later, Mr. Narson."

"Please. And could you just turn around for a second?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, I get it"

Turning back, he suddenly said, Havel looked a little confused, but turns back according to honesty.

Ichigo took a few pictures around the river by taking a digital camera out of his nostalgia when he confirmed that Habel turned around.

"Okay, you can turn around now. I'd like to see the dirt a little closer, so let's go near the river. And is there another river inside the Isteria?

"The river has two big ones flowing to the west and east of the city, but counting to its tributaries will be quite a few. Do you want to look around at it all?

"Right...... we have a limited number of days we can inspect, so let's look around as a matter of priority at places that have had flooding in the past. When I have more time, I mean I'll look around at the rest."

If it's true, I'd like to take a look around all the rivers and dirt, and take pictures all over for a certain means, necessary for the flood control that Ichigo is planning, but in three days we have to set off for the village of Gricea.

So the first priority should be the place where floods have occurred, and the rest of the place should be behind.

"Okay. Use a lata as it will travel quite a distance. We'll be ready in a minute, so please wait here."

"Oh, I can't ride Rata alone..."

"Excuse me. Then we will have a carriage."

When Ichiyoshi said he couldn't ride Rata, Habel didn't look particularly surprised, but rushed out with a refreshing smile.

"Is that it?"

In the corner of Isteria's luxury commercial compartment, there was a figure of a samurai.

He is Eira, Leese's squire, the only daughter of the Istell family.

Eira was now blinded by a carriage parked a few meters away.

What nails Eira's gaze is a young man riding behind you, not the carriage itself.

As the man disembarks from the carriage, he peeks into the waterway that is made to traverse the commercial compartment and speaks to the other man who has also disembarked from the carriage.

"(That guy, somewhere...)"

"Dear Eira, what's wrong?

As Eira stared at the man peering into the waterway for her, one of the two young men who had refrained behind her spoke to Eira.

The two men are slaves owned by the Istel family and their main duty is to carry the baggage of the Istel people and those who work around them.

The men have crates in their hands, which contain groceries such as meat and vegetables.

"... ah!

Eira didn't even reply to the man who came calling, she was thinking for a few seconds as she did, but she remembered who the man was and raised her voice unexpectedly.

"(It's someone who bumped into me around here before... next door, I guess, is Habel, the deputy secretary of the 1st Sergeant Corps)"

Thinking that far, Eira tilted her inner neck.

Previously, when I met the man, he wore a rugged shirt and trousers that the peasants of the province could wear.

Now the man wears a robe of the finest quality that the nobleman wears, and he talks to Habel, the nobleman.

On the contrary, it even feels like Havel is following the man from the way he's talking.

If Eira was a normal person, she might be thinking she was different and overlooking her, but there can't be anything wrong with her, only hate her.

Because on a daily basis, she is a specially skilled squire with the task of 'name informing squire' whispering her name and identity softly in her ear whenever Reese, whom she serves, faces a variety of people.

To put it plainly, he is a professional at memorizing a person's name and face.

"(That's crazy. If you're noble, why have you been dressed like that all this time? Was it a patience......)"

While Eira was doing so, the man he was talking to as he peered into the waterway got in the carriage with Havel and ran away somewhere.

If it's true, I just want to talk to him directly and ask him where and who he is, but I can't ask him if he might be noble.

Eira, a fairly high ranking position, a servant of Reese, daughter of a lord, but of noble origin and not civilian origin.

I'm not in the position I can be, such as speaking to a nobleman to hear his name or position.

"Dear Eira?

Eira thought she should report it to Reese later, and the man holding back behind her came again.

"It's nothing. Let's go back to the mansion."

When Eira answered the man, she walked out toward the mansion.

When Ichiyoshi was being witnessed by Eira, Balin and Barletta were in a carriage bound for the village of Grisea.

The carriage is covered with soft carpets made of animal skin, not so uncomfortable to sit in, even if the soil is in a rattling and rocking car for a bumpy street.

In the front and rear of the carriage there are two soldiers of escorts in the lata guarding the perimeter, only Balin and Barletta are in the car.

In the meantime, Balin was halfway through how she spoke to her own daughter as she lay her back on the wall in the car and lay her face down with her knees in her arms.

More than three hours have passed since I left Isteria, but Valletta has always looked like that.

Worried, I rang him a few times, but he only replied, "Yeah," or "Sorry."

"(Damn... what would I do if I were Theta at a time like this)"

Balin sighed as she remembered her late wife, more depressed than she had ever seen before.

Four years ago, even when Barrin returned to the waiting village of Grisea in Barletta from where he left off, telling her of his wife's death in battle, Barletta did not show how depressed she had been so far.

Instead, at that time, to the appearance of a father holding Barletta and apologizing in tears, Barletta was more conscious of supporting the Father than of her own mourning, and she would have been left to see herself grieving for losing her mother.

In fact, Barletta from then on always treated Balin brightly and proceeded to do field work and chores as well.

Balin doesn't know how much he was saved by Baretta's appearance, who doesn't even show a trace of dust at the grief of losing her mother and is always well.

Such a valletta seems to come here and be this depressed.

It's a pity story, but Balin has no idea how to deal with Barletta.

"Lord Balin."

As Balin held his head alone, a man of escort guarding the rear of the carriage pulled Rata over to the carriage and spoke to Balin.

"Mind if I sit next to you?

"Ah, go ahead."

When the man heard Balin's reply, he quickly got off Rata and tied the reins to the tail of the carriage, cleverly jumping and sitting on the back of the moving carriage.

"I have a daughter too, it's going to be 16 this year.... Do you want a drink?

When the man took the leather bag out of his pocket, he unplugged it and took a sip, handing it to Balin.

"Thank you. Do you live with your daughter?

Answering the man, Balin put her mouth on the leather bag as she sat back in line with the man in the back of the carriage.

The water on the mouth is slightly sour, and the thin, citrusy notes tickle the nasal cavity.

Balin thought the herbal tea that Ichiyoshi had made for me smelled like this before.

"You don't have to be afraid. I don't like salutations. I have no choice but to use it on the boy earlier."

Balin also laughs at a man who laughs lightly and jokes at him.

Apparently this guy has been talking to me worried about Balin, who saw the depressing Barletta and started to dent with him.

"My daughter got married six months ago. I live in their house now. Sometimes he delivers the vanilla he picks in that house over there, but I wish I could see his face once every ten days. I miss you."

When the man said so, he looked back small and glimpsed Barletta sitting in the back of the carriage.

"You seem to be blocking it all the time, but is something wrong?

"No, I'm not sure about that... until I left Isteria, but it wasn't."

"... Isn't it caused by the man who just broke up at the lord's mansion?

"No, Master Kazura has nothing to lose. But... um..."

The man whispered to me, and Balin roared in retrospect of what happened when he broke up with Ichigo.

Ichigo and Baretta are very close.

It was that, as much as they looked like lovers from the side, the two of them were always together in the village and together to do anything.

I don't know if Valletta is depressed because she's breaking up with Ichigo even though it's a few days old.

But whatever it is, it looks too depressing.

If it's the usual Baretta, she immediately cheers up and behaves brightly, even if something somewhat painful or sad happened.

Besides, even though I will be separated from Ichigo this time, I have heard from him that I will be standing Isteria in three days, and I will be able to see him again in five days.

Even though the Narsons believed Yi Liang was a Graciole, they also wondered if Yi Liang was still worried about her body, but I feel so different.

"Well, if it's a sex affair, it won't have a busy outcome if your father doesn't worry too much about it and speaks out. You'd better leave this place alone for a while or leave it to the same woman."

"Hmmm......"

When he heard of the woman, Balin thought of Barletta and her friendly village daughters.

Should I talk to them if Barletta remains depressed even back in the village?

"Excuse me, is your wife in the village?

"... no, he died four years ago"

When Balin answered, the man sighed and turned his attention to the path he had just taken.

"... in war?

"Oh, the hills along the border...... were now named the hero hills? At the last meeting there."

"... I lost my brother and brother in that battle, too"

……

……

The two fathers with daughters had their eyes on the flowing scenery, not talking about anything for a while as it was.

A thin dirty front carriage was on the road a few kilometers back of the carriage carrying the Ballins bound for the village of Grisea.

There are nearly ten men in the carriage, all of whom fall asleep or fall asleep with their neighbours.

Next to the man manipulating the carriage, a poorly resembled skinhead man looks forward.

"Head!"

After a while, one man came from the end of the road on a lata.

"What do you say?

"Keep an eye on the bees. I can't get close. I don't even know how many people are in the carriage, so I can't hit them in the daytime."

The man, called the head, tongued the words of the man on the lata.

That's not what he wants to hear.

"I know that. I hear where they're headed."

"It's probably a village about a day's ride from here by carriage. I don't know the details, but it shouldn't have been a very big village."

To his frustrated voice, the man on Lata replied in a slight hurry.

The man, called Head, put his arms around him to assume when he heard the word.