Dwarf Kingdom.

In the basement of Mount Dragon Royal, this country has long had the major problem of food shortages.

Underground agriculture is also difficult, and inevitably it is difficult to grow livestock.

Even in the absence of daylight, plants that grow and livestock that feed on them were also popular, but still not enough to satisfy the rice-eating dwarf.

Naturally, we will rely on imports from other countries for food self-sufficiency, but the problem nonetheless arises.

The entrance to the underground corridor is inland everywhere.

It was difficult to carry seafood in a fresh state from far away seas.

Nothing. So I said who would be in trouble, only some dwarves that the fish wanted to eat would be in trouble, but I wondered if King Dwarf could do something about it when it was part of it.

And with my eyes on it is the underground lake, which is also used for shipping within the Dwarf kingdom.

The underground lake is home to few species, but also to organisms.

Then this underground lake must be just invisible and open to the sea.

That is how King Dwarf continued his investigation, finding the current that leads to the sea, and proceeded to dig so that the boat could pass through.

I dug it myself because nobody cares.

After a year or so, my subordinates joined in and dug.

Another year later, fish-loving dwarves who heard rumors were added to dig.

I'm not sure what the Dwarves were up to in the end, but I joined them and kept digging.

Was it by chance or was it King Dwarf's obsession that he arrived near Fitzgard's fishing port as a result of his unplanned digging?

In the Dwarf kingdom, which was thus able to transport water from the sea, relatively fresh seafood became available.

"Later, you've been farming freshwater fish. At first they treated me like I was insane that it wasn't supposed to work, but I was surprised because this was a surprise success. Well, if you try, King Dwarf proves you can handle it."

"I see. You Dwarves are full of challenge spirit."

He also said he would not think about it later.

Mr. Denken and Mr. Burra, who do a culinary excerpt while we talk about that.

Unlike the little citizen Mr. Jouzou, the dwarf Mr. Burra doesn't seem to care much about Mr. Denken being a former Marquis nobleman or anything.

By the way, the other day I got a cling from a reader that said, "The" climate "of the Denken climate is the" Marquis ", so the" climate "is a misspelled sign."

If that's all, it's a story that ends with laughing at the author who inadvertently softens him like Yabui, saying, "Oh, the author is mistyped again," but that doesn't end there.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take the book version of "There are too many different world summonses and the goddess is bumped" in your hands.

If you don't have one, look there because "Marriage is a graveyard in your life or something (single)" is almost as it is booked in 29 stories in this piece.

And if you have a book, open page 193 and read that last line out loud.

"(abbreviated) I am the Denken son of the Fitzgard Empire, named Roman."

Ripi and Ahumi.

"I am the son of Denken" Climate "of the Fitzgard Empire, named Roman."

× Wait ○ Hou

... I've done it!

"Excuse me"

Now, aside from the incident that such an author had in his head for about three days, a rare and immediate customer arrived at the store, which had just become the opening time.

The Dwarves generally come at noon or night, so most of them come at this time with human customers from outside.

"Welcome..."

He was Mr. Jouzou, who looked at him with that in mind, but he looked at the customer and froze in the middle of the word.

……

He was only an old man with a rare face.

I'm so deeply wrinkled that I think I was born between my eyebrows, my mouth is tied to a single letter, my eyes are so sharp that I want to apologize for just fitting them, and if my child sees them, I'll definitely run away before I cry out (from reality).

"…… no. Please take your seats."

But what Mr. Zhuzou froze was a moment in the real world, and when he immediately restarted, he began to guide him as if nothing had happened.

That's just professional guts.

It's also a great way to take this fearsome old man to an invisible corner seat.

"Hi? Cornelius."

But at the end of the guide to the seat, Denken, who finished his descent and showed his face, raised his voice to his surprise when he saw the customer's face.

"Long time no see, Alflate. You're really training as a cook."

"What, are you here to make sure you hear more rumors now? It's too late for you."

"Unlike you, I'm not free yet."

The customer was Mr. Wilhelmina's father, Inhardt Marquis.

I look up to Mr. Denken's words, but I'm not grumpy, I'm just giving you a reassuring sentiment for a friend who says, "You're doing what you want to do in hiding.

"So, what are you going to order?

Curry, please.

"Whoa. You wouldn't have such a sturdy stomach. You don't have a good complexion, and curry should be more digestible next time."

"…… take extra care of me."

Mr. Denken and Inhardt Marquis have such a cheap friend-like conversation, but from the side, Mr. Jouzou is trembling because he only looks irritated by an old man's statement that he can't read the air.

"Here comes the weird one."

And you keep looking at that like other HRs, Mr. Burra.

That's Dwarf. I don't care about the details.

"Totally. I never thought I'd end up here three times in the morning, noon and evening."

Time flies and Mr. Jouzou's shop is over. It's a good time to say late at night.

Mr. Denken was visiting the inn that Lord Inhardt was taking.

"You seem to be enjoying the rest of your life."

"The rest of my life. Come on, man. You look like an old man."

Marquis Inhardt exhaled as relieved Mr. Denken, who would not deny having fun while complaining that way.

Though it just looks like he snorted in a grumpy way from the side.

"But did you come all the way here just to see how I was? I'll leave you to your inheritance and hide something."

"I don't think so. I can't even look at my daughter's son-in-law like this. I was hoping for your son."

"Oh. But Roman's not incompetent, but he's a diversion. I think someone's gonna mess with you if you don't hold the root. In that sense, your daughter seemed really compatible."

That's Mr. Denken, but the average aristocratic boy doesn't want to go grabbing the root from himself, so on the contrary, I can also say that Mr. Roman was the right match for Mr. Wilhelmina.

"Besides, I'm guessing negotiations with Japan will begin, right? If we can get back to the country, Roman will be back, and we'll fit in the sheath of the source."

"Wouldn't it be so good?"

I'm just optimistic that I know how Mr. Roman looks in love. In contrast to Mr. Denken, who knows how stubborn his daughter is, Marquis Inhardt shook his head.

"I feel so strongly about it that it's a waste of time to keep it a woman. I wouldn't reconnect myself with the scandal."

"Wow. Typical dowry type."

Now Inhardt Marquis looks seriously at her friend's reluctant words.

But I can't argue with you because what you're told is best.

"Well, why don't you grab the second or third son of the most vulnerable aristocrat? Your daughter would do well if her husband didn't rely on her."

"Then my daughter will be happy even if I can keep the house."

"You're greedy."

I think Inhardt Marquis, who talks about how her daughter is cute as it is, and Denken, who wants her daughter more than her son, who is not cute herself while she opens her liquor.

The other world is still peaceful today.

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