Umi to Kaze no Oukoku

My dear Helios got interested in Shaw, so Jenas kicked him out offended, but he gets in trouble for what to talk about.

Jenas, if Helios were here, we could leave everything to him! You ready to go home? and stupidity in the heart.

But still, I decided to entertain Shaw, who had visited me for once, because I had prepared her for it.

Jenas fucking laughs that he's just the right guy to squash his spare time because he's a brilliant guy and it can be fun to eat with.

Jenas was kept away from politics and not interested in the military, so he was bored every day.

Queen Algiers, making a ruthless judgment on the matter of politics, cut it off harmlessly and without profit, but as a help to increase the royalty, she had given Jenas as much gold as she could feed her wives. However, it is an angry state of affairs for Queen Algiers that they often spend the night with the surrounding people and servants, not even looking to their wives.

When I struck Pompung with my hand, Shaw was not surprised that the servants had brought a plate of cooking because Shaw had also grown up in the laite with the servants, but I felt something was strange.

The servants here resemble Foreign Secretary Bacchus' servants, but they twist their necks if they are somewhere different. These servants felt like they were using their eyes on Jenas for something.

Ambassadors Shaw and Raben feel uncomfortable with the servants who send streams to Chirali and Jenas as they put the dishes on the table.

"Come on, eat it"

That's what I'm saying, Jenas, but I let the salad split just a little bit between the servants, to the point where it sticks. I heard you were on a diet, but Shaw wonders if Jenas needs a diet that doesn't even seem to follow one of his muscles.

"Prince Shaw, I'll taste it first"

Ambassador Raben told Sock to eat only the things he would eat and be okay with.

Ambassador Raben is angry that he only eats salad when he invites the king prince of another country to dinner with him. Besides, in this way, be careful because I don't say anything about poison at all.

Drinking champagne, an import from the Kingdom of Iran, Jenas extended the pride of the Kingdom of Surah.

"How many years has the United Kingdom of the Southeast Islands been since its founding?

While hammering, it's hard to say I'm keeping the tradition of the Kingdom of Surah no matter how I look at it, I was eating dishes made with imperial-style meat and cheese, but I thought I could finally talk.

"It will be 208 this year with the first King Izmal in office"

I was wondering if it's just 200 years of history there, and Jenas made a fool of himself, hun! And I snapped my nose.

"Did you conquer a few islands and call them kings? My kingdom of Sura is also thousands of years old, not succumbing to the ambitions of the Old Empire's domination of the Golce continent. How honorable it is that the Crown Prince of an island nation that has no such history is the wife of the successor of the divine Kingdom of Surah."

A warm shaw on the boulder also made me want to slash and throw away Jenas in front of me. Ambassador Raben also frowns that such a barren visit is a waste of time.

"It's time to beg, be rude to Prince Jenas"

Jenas told Shaw about the beauty of the Kingdom of Surah, so he thought he wouldn't mind staying a little longer.

"No, you haven't even eaten dessert yet"

To Jenas, who stood still, Shaw said he had had enough.

"Oh? King Shaw's Prince... Looking up from the bottom like Sir Zaycroft? Is Lord Zaycroft drawing the blood of the Southeast Islands somewhere?

Shaw uses all nerves to ask with a smile planted by Chancellor Flanagan.

"Prince Jenas, I'm a young man, so I don't know anything about Sir Zaycroft. I heard about you in the Kingdom of Surah, but you're a diplomat in the Kingdom of Salam or something?

Jenas thinks he's the type of person he really likes, so he smiles and gets to the top.

"Well, Prince Shaw is still young, so you don't know a lot about diplomats from other countries. You won't have trouble not studying like that."

On the way home, Ambassador Shaw and Ambassador Raben decide to sweeten your words and get information about Zaycroft while eating dessert.

When I finally left Jenas' mansion and arrived back at the embassy, both Shaw and Ambassador Reben were at ease.

"Prince Shaw led me well and asked me about Sir Zaycroft, but the contents were no big deal."

Shaw sat neatly on the couch in his courtesy as he asked his samurai to untie his hem and belt.

"You just complimented Sir Zaycroft on his face and his wit. Prince Jenas seemed to think of himself as the blood-drawing woman of the Southeast Islands and the common son of King Hertz..."

Shaw has a severe stomach ache when Zaycroft, in the Principality of Malta and in the Kingdom of Salaam, acting as a patron of pirates, thinks he has the same blood as himself.

"But Prince Jenas had a strange haircut."

Ambassador Raben laughs that Shaw, still inexperienced, was about to blow up the moment he saw it so he wouldn't think too seriously.

"Well, I'm surprised."

Shaw brightly returned that Ambassador Raben was noticing himself, but he didn't feel good about swallowing heavy objects.

"Shaw? Are you okay?

The embassy of the Southeast Islands is an architecture with large sweeping windows, even in humid Sullizans. From that big sweeping window, I worry about Sands sticking his head in the study.

"Sands, it's okay, I think I ate a little too much"

Sands' words didn't sound like Ambassador Raben's, but the atmosphere the dragon rider is worried about and the noise he makes when he hears Shaw's reply.

"No way, even the poison! Get a therapist!

In a hurry it was okay, I stopped Ambassador Raben, but those words were ignored.

"Your mental fatigue seems to have come to your stomach. And you have fatty meals like meat and cheese in your stomach."

In the words of a therapist, Ambassador Raben stopped killing Jenas now, but didn't stop speaking ill.

"I feel bad because I have such weird hair and look great on Prince Shaw."

Shaw began to fall asleep as the medication the therapist had given him began to work, listening to a grand ill mouth.

"You must be tired..."

Ambassador Raben reflected that he had received reports from Ambassador Melville of the Kingdom of Savannah that he had fallen from using too much magic in a rain beggar and that he was intoxicatingly deeply drunk so that he could not crawl into King Angus's daughter at night.

The therapist with the embassy of the United Kingdom of the Southeast Islands muttered when he saw that the senior ambassador Raben was also under daily stress, and that he had a similarly greasy meal but was making a nasty noise about it.

"It's strange... is the race of diplomats any special spiritual structure?

If Ambassador Raben finds out, be rude! And I would have been angry, but in fact, I wasn't even a little greasy dish or anything because I was floating around trying to finish off Jenas and Helios with a ruse.