The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

The critical undead raid on Mizo, which struck the Empire, barely closed with the victory of the Empire.

Most importantly, even when it comes to victory, the northern side of the Empire's territory has become almost devastated, and its national power has been drastically reduced. Besides, it was the local luxuries who ruled the territory in its devastating state, and it was visible that the power of the Gateway aristocracy would increase even further.

Without betraying expectations, the Gate nobles claim that the victory of this war is greater by the regular army, especially Lord Curros, who fought on the front line, and ask for a reward.

It must have been laid down in a dictum. Initially, the entire city of Sutherland was overflowing with bards who only glorified the magnificent activities of the regular army. This in itself, as far as I'm concerned, I didn't want to come forward, but that doesn't carry things well.

Lord Curos's suspicion of betrayal was to flow all over Sutherland.

What was decisive was that Lord Curos knew the facts of the undead raid on Thermx, and that he was trying to carry out the furniture without any countermeasures was revealed by the testimony of Lord Curos' servants and the torture officers in his possession. And a document proving it was submitted by one of Lord Curros's servants, into a mayhem that blew up merit and so on.

On the occasion of the exposure of that fact, rumors of Lord Curos wanting to cover his ears, which become apparent one after the other, such as lawlessness and illegal activities in the direct jurisdiction of Thermx and others, spread throughout Sutherland and developed by popular uprisings. Finally, it develops to the state of affairs set in motion by the central judicial bureau.

And the stop is a total trade ban with Lord Curros of the commercial guild. In this world, there is no such thing as doing business without joining a commercial guild. I can't be more accurate. If you are even a member of a commercial guild, you will be given the right to do business safely and fairly. And the guild's registration maintenance fee is not that high for merchants. Therefore, it is normal to subscribe to an Alliance, even in a roadside outdoor shop. In other words, a commercial guild restraining order means that you won't be able to buy things even in the open air. Regardless, it would also be possible to purchase things through other nobles and servants. It is also easy to expect that, to the knowledge of the Alliance, a restraining order will also be issued to its nobles and servants. I should be perfectly sorry for that. I no longer think that any nobleman of the Empire will proceed to become involved with Lord Curros.

The fact that Lord Curos was to be formally detained and brought to trial is a sign of that.

There must have been quite a rush between the Gatekeeper nobles and the Imperial Government, but in the end, the Gatekeeper nobles chose to cut the tail called Lord Curros.

As linked to it, the facts of the murder of the people of Radl by their sons Marek Curos and Viscount Dort Magotta, the brave Yukihiro, are spoken out of the mouth of the brave Yukihiro, and successive testimonies appear in support of it.

Thus the stigma upon us was finally cleared.

The honor of my people was preserved. That would be a pleasure.

But to be honest, this was a good place to be unexpected.

"Gray Millard, I give you the title of Baron"

His Excellency Chancellor El, next to the Emperor, read the document from behind.

"I refuse."

I'm not kidding. I am trying to eliminate the very institution of aristocracy from this archival empire. The indication that I will receive a title or something is not easy.

Plus, I can easily assume why the Imperial Government awards me the title.

"A wise lord would understand. I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to veto."

The Honourable Chancellor of El, looking sincerely sorry, brings his head up lightly.

A strange gaze from the knights and the heavy towns of government concentrates on me in the somewhat cynical attitude of His Excellency the Prime Minister towards me. By contrast, the Emperor's guy just seems to be trying to be funny.

"You want me to rebuild the land that was damaged by the undead this time?

"I want you to run the northernmost territory. You can do this, can't you?

The emperor does not affirm or deny my doubts, he just pleasantly pushes his precautions.

"I would ask you not to switch issues. What you can't do won't matter at this time. Such an unscrupulous praise, you can't be forgiven. I'm sure it will give birth."

"You're the one who doesn't change the problem. In the first place, it has been around for a long time. More than I can save. Now it's trivial to add a little more."

Indeed, the northernmost part of the country is a mountainous area that is not suitable for the development of Millard territory. Moreover, eighty percent of them dwell there: the people of the mountains - the people of Ladr. In view of the acts of that Gateway aristocracy, dissatisfaction with the Empire should have accumulated and reached a level that is not surprising when it explodes already.

"Okay. Let me take it on. However, there are a number of conditions"

"Tell me anything."

I know you do it deliberately, but Emperor Noota's dignified attitude irritates me asexually.

"After territorial development is on track, you will not be accepted for a reason. I would ask you to make it clear in the document that it is still my territory"

Most of all, it is unclear how useful such documents can be in this empire.

"Of course I did. Work as a carriage horse for my empire."

I was looking at the fucking emperor who would acknowledge with a full grin, not knowing the hardships of the people to come, and I seriously wanted to beat him up.

"And then, it's about me -"

"Not to worry. Hey, El."

Prime Minister El reads out the text that was hung on the rest of the parchment.

"Sir Grey (today), Northern Territory - I entrust you with the reign of the former Davide. I hereby give you the title of Inés Navarro"

"What do you say? Starting today, you are Baron Gray Ines Navarro, not Gray Millard. The official announcement of the medal will also take place in the name of Inés Navarro"

I don't want to stand out right now. As far as I'm concerned, it's something I don't even wish for, but why would you do that? This emperor and His Excellency Chancellor Elle are quite the doers of the McBurn Border Uncle. There is no reason to give such a special praise.

"What are you up to?

"It's pure generosity. Gray, you're a little too suspicious. Trust the rest of us adults more."

That's what people would do if they were really trustworthy. These emperors are raccoons inside. I don't congratulate you so much for your hopes of not doing so.

"Let's make that happen now. Is that the end of the story?

Chancellor El, who laughs bitterly, and pointing his mouth at 'yes, sometimes he is depressed', drooling dissatisfaction, he is in good hands (Emperor Noota).

"Okay, I'm in this"

When you try to correct your posture, thank you, and turn your heel back,

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Do you know the terms of the noble title?

A condition for obtaining the title.

"If the father is a nobleman, isn't it awarded by subjugation and martial arts?

Indeed, if the father is an aristocrat, he can earn the title in the award by subversion or martial arts medal. Otherwise, only the contemporary Knight Lord is awarded.

My father, for once, Rice Millard. Nobility. The conditions for medal awards must be fulfilled beyond the age limit for titles.

"Formally, yes. Exceptionally, however, there is practice for the award of titles by merit."

Another aristocratic habit? Honestly, all I can remember is disgust.

"What? I'd really like to give you a break for any further trouble."

As the heavy towns, including His Excellency Chancellor Elle, look away unexpectedly, the emperor grins like a bad hungry ghost has succeeded in a prank (mischief).

"Graduation qualifications from the Imperial Demonic Knights College."

"Huh?"

Dude, no way......

"I want you to head to Imperial Capital next month because I have done the college exam process quickly. It's okay, you're gonna pass."

Loaded with things going in.

"You know, who says territorial management will until graduation in the meantime?

"Of course, as Baron Ines Navarro, I ask him to run it while attending the Academy"

"Huh? Isn't graduation a condition for winning the title?

"No, with certain circumstances such as the need for territorial management and the approval of the Imperial Government, it is possible to award the title, provided that you graduate from the College within ten years"

"Do you ever have such an unscrupulous system of attachment!

"Yes, whatever, it's customary. It doesn't matter."

Then throw it away in the ditch!

Yes, I can do everything I can to make you want to yell at me, and I can fix the insane inside. In negotiating matters, those who lack calm are always defeated. Because that can be said to be the truth that history is proving.

"The new territory is also the northernmost part of the Empire. Do you think it's possible?

Even Chancellor El knew about my transfer. This emperor can't possibly not know. I was well aware that it was a waste of foot scratch, but I had asked him to scratch it.

"I thought it was possible. Nothing else, you would."

That's what the emperor proclaimed, as he had won with Nimmari.

For every too much trouble pressed, a foothold that gets heavy. As a matter of fact, I am also a little tempted to give him asylum from this empire.

"Gray, no."

Cyril noticed me leaving the palace and my silver-haired daughter had a delightful grin on one side of her face, waving her hands boom.

"Lily, don't fall."

"Wow."

Without betraying his expectations, Lillinor hangs on brilliantly, so he turns his hand around that thin hip and hugs it.

If I were an adult, I'd have become a painting inside, but it's actually a diagram of my brother hugging my sister. What an asexual pity.

"I told you to be careful"

"Ugh, yeah."

For some reason, she stroked Lillinor's head, which turned bright red and leaned down, while stretching her back.

Well, good luck with that.

Away from Lillinor, raise your right hand and move your feet toward the Millard family tent.

This evening, with my grandfather Dimer Maguire, I leave this Sutherland.

Lilinoa is a princess, and she seems to go to a lady's school enough to have a super attached. This would also be the last time I would be so involved in just being a junior aristocrat.

I don't feel a little lonely, but even I'm being pushed for trouble. It's the right way of life to stay out of more trouble with Lillinor than you need to.

"Yeah, see ya."

As a decoy, I arrived on my way home with voices containing ominous content on my back.

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Now we continue our journey towards the Maguire family.

"Thank you for following us, Lord Macburn Borderline."

"I don't mind. I needed help with this neighborhood, too. One stone, two birds."

You're still a lousy liar, Jen. I can't think of an approximate way to visit a neighborhood like this that has a lot of Imperial life.

"It's about time. We'll notify you of our arrival with an early horse."

My grandfather, Dimer Maguire, asks Uncle McBurn to understand.

"Yeah, you can do that."

Hi, Grandpa is restless from earlier. Maybe it means considering my flesh mother.

That kind of thing, I, too, just see this casual rural landscape of the rye fields, several times and unexplainable emotions are boiling and disturbing my mind.

This is a memory of happiness remembered in this Gray Millard brain. If you understand that, you can explain it all.

But memories are often just facts recorded and stored in the brain. So to speak, it's like being shown videos of someone else's childhood intermittently. Is that all I can do to upset myself so far?

Ever since I was reincarnated into this world, I've lived for years and all this time I've had no attachment at all to the Millards.

Sure, the fact that those mother-in-law's are scraps also has some impact, but it's not just the mother-in-law's who live in the Millard family. Instead, I think I had a good relationship with my mother-in-law other than her surroundings. Yet there is also a strong will similar to that intense sense of alienation (how about that) and the sense of mission that you have to leave the territory. They were like chains that bound my whole body to a goose patch.

The carriage stops. No, my grandfather - the dimer jumps. I follow that, too, and get off the carriage.

My grandfather runs to the Mansion (and many more) even though he has a guest, Uncle McBurn Borderline.

"Uncle Borderline, I'm sorry"

"No, I'm fine. Go and give it to him quickly."

"Thank you."

Greetings go to my grandfather when I express my gratitude to Uncle McBurn, who smiles.

The mansion was greeted by people who were once family members.

The kind young man with red hair and the blonde woman next to him are my uncle and aunt. I feel that way. And my cousins next door.

"Are you Gray?

This is a good opportunity. Let's simultaneously declare that there is no eligibility to participate in the Maguire family housekeeping dispute.

"Yeah, it's Gray Ines Navarro. Uncle, I'm very sorry to hear that."

"Inés Navarro? Isn't that Millard?

Even though he frowned at my proclamation, he asked.

"Yes, I really don't mean it, but I was unilaterally recited by His Majesty, and that's what happened"

In the meantime, let's blame the emperor. They throw a whole lot of trouble at people. Suppose I get this much help.

"Did His Majesty give you the title? Father, I don't know what..."

Right. Since the emperor is somewhat friendly, he was recently paralyzed (mahi), but the distance between the emperor and the general nobility is usually far. Is this hand joke anything but bizarre?

"Gray already has a title and territory. Therefore, we cannot get involved in the inheritance of the Maguire family."

I was trying to figure out how to explain it, and my grandfather - Dimer - gave me a help boat.

……

But together, with a face that doubts our sanity, only looks at us both.

Apparently, he failed to respond again. Hi, I'm here and I'm not keeping my usual calm.

And, apparently, not here.

"Gray, I can assure you of your identity."

In the words of a late arriving McBurn border uncle, the time finally moves, prompted by his grandfather, and a ponytail maid rushes upstairs.

"Goo! Goo!"

The sound of the doors opening in momentum, and the screaming of desperate women.

A peachy woman, from the top of the stairs, looked down at me.

(Right...)

I finally realized this gushing intense emotion, too. It's a feeling I've never tasted in my life.

That is...

"Mother, I'm home"

As my nose snaps, I scratch my cheeks desperately and delude myself, but somehow say those words.

The peach-haired woman hugged me hard as she rolled down the stairs, coming down.

(I'm sure this is the one called parental warmth)

Thus, I - Grey Millard's journey comes to an end.

I couldn't resist the emotions of intense happiness, and for the first time in my life I cried out loud.