123-Chapter 7-11 Family crest, Namitaro and flute

This family crest, please.

I was shown several designs of family crests first thing in the morning, and I chose one of them and handed it to the man in front of me.

The staff member who belongs to the family crest management department is an aristocrat, but he has circles under his eyes from being up all night and wears soggy clothes that make him look like an invalid.

Thank you for your quick decision.

The man bowed his head lightly and carefully tucked the design I'd chosen into his bag, drawing a large batten on the rest of the design and crumpling it up on the spot.

'I'll take my leave then,'

After bowing again, the man jumped into the carriage that was waiting for him in front of the mansion and rushed back to the royal castle in a great hurry. It seems he still has some work to do.

''Temma, what kind of family crest did you choose?''

Namitaro emerged from the garden pond and approached me, seemingly curious.

I held out the copy of the family crest I had chosen earlier, and Namitaro dexterously took it with his prosthetic hand that I had made and held it in front of his face.

'Oh!' That's pretty good! That's so cool! But the slarin' looks a little different from what I heard yesterday.

In the family crest I decided on yesterday, it was a perfect circle to represent Slarin, whereas this one was more like a triangular shape, rounded like an onigiri.

The guy who brought me a sample of the family crest said, "If it's a circle, it won't fit Solomon, but it won't fit Shiroumaru, or it'll be distorted, so I've prepared two versions: one stuffed into a circle and one made into a triangle.

I checked the round version too, just to be sure, and sure enough, the Shiroumaru was either oddly shaped or much smaller than Solomon's.

The triangular version, on the other hand, fit in nicely as Shiroumaru sat down.

By the way, I'm not in it, what's going on here?

No, Namitaro isn't my family, and there's no way I'm letting him in.　

When I immediately interrupted him, Namitaro's eyes widened into a full circle (although they were round to begin with) and he began to rasp and shudder.

What the hell?

He exclaimed. Grandpa and the others, startled by his voice, ran out of the house, but Namitaro didn't care and started to roll and splash around the yard and flail about.

'Terrible! Oh, Temma, that's terrible! So you just use me, and when you're done with me, you just toss me out! Onion! You're a devil!

Nami Taro yells loudly and unintelligibly. People on the street were shouting "What's going on! And he was peeking out from the gate.

However, when most of the people found out that it was Nami Taro who was rampaging, they disbanded, as if to say, "It's always the same thing. The only people left at the gate are those who like to watch Namitaro. They must be people who like to watch animals behave in interesting ways.

'Okay I know you won't have time to put Namitaro in the official one, but I'll make one with him in it for my personal use.

When I made a compromise that came to me on the spur of the moment because Namitaro was too annoying, Namitaro stopped moving with a snap and

You're right. I told you. You're not allowed to lie. If you lie, you'll have a Harisenbon.

And then he reminds me with a zit eye. But Namitaro. If you say it that way, you're either a fish or a comedian duo. If it's the former, you can enjoy it depending on how you cook it, but if it's the latter, I'd rather not.

Then cut your finger off! Come on, man, if you lie, it's like Harisenbon.... I cut off my finger!

Namitaro forced the little finger of his prosthetic hand to intertwine with my little finger and began to sing, shaking his hand up and down vigorously. I hadn't done a finger-cutting in decades, and it hurt so bad I thought my little finger would break off.

The grandfathers, who had been dumbfounded by Namitaro's behavior, began to look into the family crest when they realized that the story was about the family crest.

"Oh, this is good work!

Really good work! Looking at it this way, it's the perfect design for Temma.

'I'm also a maid for Lady Temma, and I'm snooty! ........By the way, where can we put Namitaro?

For some reason, the proud Aura casually pokes at my point of concern. Where should I really put it........

With this in mind, I looked at Namitaro, who was blasting through the garden, and before I knew it, Shiroumaru and Solomon were chasing after Namitaro. Apparently, they have mistakenly thought it was a game or something to snatch away the 'victory' cloth that Namitaro is holding up.

'Hmm? What?

As I looked at Namitarou and the others, I felt a choppy tug on my cuff. When I turned around, I saw Slarin with his tentacles outstretched.

Slarin was stretching out and trying to peer at the paper with the family crest on it. Normally, he would have made his body bigger to peer in, but with his grandfathers around him, he couldn't make his body as big as he wanted.

'Since Slarin is also a model, you were wondering about the family crest. I'm sorry I didn't notice.

With a word of apology to Slarin, I bent down and brought myself back up to show him the family crest. Slarin shuddered once, as if to say he didn't care, and then looked at the family crest.

''This outer frame is Slarin!

When we explained the meaning of the family crest, Slarin traced the outer frame that we were told represented him with his tentacles and turned his body into a triangle similar to the family crest.

We were soothed by seeing Slarin like that, but he thought it was doing something fun, so Shiroumaru and Solomon stopped chasing Namitarou and rushed towards us.

They peeked at the family crest, as did Slarin, and the three of them began to face each other in some way. And then.

Oh, no, not the human script, but the Military Seal... or the Military Seal.

As Grandpa had said, the three of them tried to recreate the family crest.

Shiroumaru sat facing right, in a howling posture, and Solomon waited in the air diagonally to his right, his body moving up and down a bit as he flapped his wings, which was probably a charm. Then, behind the two, the emperorized slarin' changed its body shape into a rounded triangle.

''All three of them are amazing!''

When I praised them, the three of them looked somewhat proud (Slarin was in the mood).

''Wait a minute~!''

Then the big carp (Namitaro), who doesn't read the air, bursts in. He drifts to a stop underneath Solomon, as if to avoid me. It seems that this is where Namitaro wants to be.

I'm here! Get in position! ........or rather, it's the only place that looks like it could go in!

It's typical of Namitaro to make a strong declaration and then add a punchline at the end.

For now, I'm going to write down the location of Slarin' and his friends on a piece of paper I had in my hand, and then I'll add a profile of Namitaro (or something like that) to it... I'm almost depressed at my own lack of artistic ability, but I'll get over it by convincing myself that this is a draft.

I put the poorly written draft away in my bag so that everyone can't see it, and check my plans for today... or rather, I finished checking my family crest, which was my biggest plan, so I had nothing to do even though it was before noon.

''Since there's nothing to do, let's make Namitaro's sweet potato yokan.......

The large amount of potatoes I steamed in my spare time were sitting in my bag, so I decided to finish the kneading process today at the very least, and headed for the kitchen with the necessary tools and ingredients in my head. A few hours later, with Namitaro's expectant gaze at my back...

'Sorry, Namitaro I failed. To be exact, it turned out a little different than a potato yokan.

Since we had a large quantity of ingredients, I didn't want to mix in a little rice flour to reduce the amount of time it takes to harden the yokan, but I guess I shouldn't have done that. The resulting sweet potato yokan was a bit sticky, like a pseudo-uirou (sweet potato pancake)... though it was delicious in its own way.

What the f*ck...

Namitaro looks more desperate than ever before. And then he gently puts a piece of it in his mouth...

What, it's good. I'll take this one.

The smile turned into a smile. As long as it has potatoes in it, he doesn't seem to care about whether it's a yokan or a uirou, as long as it has potatoes in it.

Well, the taste isn't all that different, so don't worry about it. Besides, if you are going to eat it in water, this one is easier to eat because it doesn't fall apart easily.

Namitaro holds out a gold coin to me as he says this. It's probably the reward for this time.

'No, I don't want it. In the end, you failed, and the cost of materials is owned by Namitaro, and this is just a thank you for the help you gave me at the tournament.

After some pushing and shoving, Namitaro reluctantly put the gold coin back in his pocket... there (between the pectoral and pectoral fins), Namitaro seems to be equipped with a magic bag. I'm sure there must be more.

As I was thinking about this, Namitaro suddenly pulled out his scales.

"I'll do this.......and that's it! Temma, take this!

With a beep, Nami Taro's scales fly off like shuriken. It wasn't very fast, so I took it as if I were picking it with my thumb and forefinger.

''What's this?''

The one Namitaro gave me was a palm-sized kite shaped scale, with a gap as if it were two identical pieces piled on top of each other, and a hole at the tip.

That's my reverse scale!

Gyakutei, you're a carp! And three times....

I swallowed the words I was about to say at the tweaked whistle. Because I didn't want to hear something that would show up once and twice.

'Ah! By the way, don't worry, I'm sure it will reach me once or twice.

I was annoyed by Namitaro's thumbs up with his prosthetic hand, but I managed to hold back from hitting him with my attack magic.

''Well, it looks handy, so I'll keep it for good measure.

Until the day you use it, this whistle? will become bag fodder.

'Honestly, take care of it!

There was an exchange like this, and nothing more impactful happened that day than that.

The next day, I dressed up early in the morning and was brought to the castle by Mr. Cliffe.

I had to come early for a detailed meeting, and it's about seven o'clock now. I was brought here for a breakfast, so my stomach clock is about to start beating.

Then, please wait in this room, Temma-sama. I'll prepare something light for you in a moment before the meeting.

In the meantime, I have food in my own bag, but they say that they will prepare the food over there as a courtesy. Since that butler said he would prepare it immediately, he'll bring it right away as he said.

But apart from that, I was wandering around the room for no reason, as I was attacked while I was sleeping and I felt sleepy if I was not careful.

When I somehow moved to the window of the room, I heard the sound of metal clashing from outside, so I opened the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound was coming from a space a little off the patio, and it was two people I knew were making the noise. I concentrated for a bit.

'Aina still has a lot of muscle. That's quite a nasty attack.

'Thank you for the compliment. Would you be willing to take a blow for the compliment? Captain of the Kingsguard!

It's an unusual combination. It's a rare combination, or rather, it's the first time I've seen it, and when I see those two at the same time, there's always someone around.　

It seems to be a practical form of training, and Aina's halberd is wielded with considerable speed and power. However, Din-san is using only his one-handed sword and continues to judge Aina's attacks. Looking at the expression on his face, he seems to still have a lot of energy left in him.

''Temma-sama, do you care about those two?''

Woohoo!

Suddenly, he whispered in my ear and I jumped back from the spot, making a strange sound. The identity of the voice was, as expected, that (...) butler, and he was holding a tray with sandwiches and drinks on it with both hands... I can't help but wonder how he opened the door in that state, and how he crept up behind me, as he does every time.

'No, I opened the door normally and walked up behind Tenma-sama normally, but so what?'

A butler who mumbles about how good he is. If this butler were an assassin, how many times would I have been killed by him? A chill ran down my back as I thought about that.

'I'm not thinking of harming Tenma-sama. That said, those two, when their time is right, they often train there. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're looking for a job.

As far as explaining that situation to me while reading my mind quickly, this man must really be an excellent butler.

''Huh, I see........But even so, Aina is stronger than I expected. We received a few requests together before, but you hid your abilities a lot at that time. With the way she looked, even if she had participated in this year's martial arts tournament, she could have gone pretty good, right?

Well, depending on your qualifying group, you could have qualified for the finals. Even if you couldn't win because of Tenma-sama's presence, depending on the combination, you could have finished in the top tier.

I continued to watch the two of them train as I talked to Mr. Cliffe and munched on the sandwiches he brought me.

'I guess that's it,'

I'm here.

Mr. Dinh slammed the halberd that Aina had thrust out a little too forcefully into the ground, stomping on it with his foot and thrusting his sword into Aina's neck with the returning sword. Aina surrendered, breathing on her shoulders, but Mr. Din was only slightly breathless.

Mr. Dinh was talking to Aina in some kind of advise, mixing in some movement. Aina nodded, occasionally making the same movements. Is that face red because she was moving so violently just now?

''They're both skillful, but as expected of Dinh here, he's better. Aina is doing her best, but her ground power is too different.

As expected of Mr. Cleif-san, he also praised Mr. Dinh honestly.

I don't think he heard Mr. Cleif's praise, but Mr. Din found us and raised his hand lightly, looking a little embarrassed.

I bowed my head in response and then closed the window.

'Din's embarrassment is quite rare, isn't it?

Mr. Cleif looked at Mr. Dinh and the others with the happiest expression of the day. In addition, Aina didn't seem to notice us and was looking at Din-san's face with a serious expression throughout.

''Well then, leaving the story of those two aside, today's plan is........''

After being briefed by Mr. Cliffe on the whole thing, I spent some time in a meeting with the King and Maria.

Then we went into the show........

It was surprisingly stunned... I didn't think it would end that easily.

Within thirty minutes of entering the audience room, the talk of rewards was over.

The flow is as follows: enter the audience room where the royal family and castle officials are waiting, wait at the designated place, then the king and Maria enter, then the king explains my accomplishments (saving the king, saving Tida and the others, preventing a coup from happening, etc.), then the reward is announced, then leave... ...is. Honestly, I don't think we needed to have much of a meeting. I barely spoke up and...

However, the moment I left the audience room, it was quite noisy inside, so that meeting may have been more of a backchat for the occasion.

After that, I was ushered into the first room where I was made to wait for the kings to arrive.

'No - sorry. I'm sorry you had to wait.

It was about an hour after I left that the king and Maria arrived, looking a little tired.

''The reformed aristocrats have been making a lot of noise. Even now, the Duke of Sanga and the Marquis de Samoens are taking the lead in explaining things to them.

'For the reformers, it's as if the deciding factor for Temma's reward could be taken as 'for putting down the scandals of their faction members'...........It's really silly. We're not like the culprits, so I hope you'll show enough degree to acknowledge Tenma and not object to the reward.......

Both the king and Maria seem to be stingy with what they do, and it's not funny. They are both unusually uptight at the same time.

'Well, well, Your Majesty and Maria, please calm down. You can see from the top that they are not very generous. There's no point in getting angry at every single thing.

Mr. Cliffe soothed them both while making fun of the reformers. Under the influence of Mr. Cliffe, as usual, the two of them gradually regained their composure.

''Well, it's certainly something that can't be helped. Besides, even the reformers weren't all against it.

The king nodded several times at his own words, as if to convince himself. You will find that you will be able to get a lot more information about the company.

''That said, I wonder when Temma decided to leave the royal capital?

Maria-sama asked as if she was going to change the subject.

''I'll discuss it with the members of the 'Sword of Dawn' before I decide, but I don't think I'll be here for another ten days... and I have a favor to ask you...''

I decided to talk to both of them about something I'd been thinking about for a while.　

Both of them, especially Maria-sama, leaned forward and listened to my request and readily agreed.

'I think it's time for me to leave. I need to talk to my grandfather and the others about the future.

'What? Before you know it, it's been quite a while.　

Maria, who had been complaining while picking at her sweets, sounded surprised as she put the cup she had been holding close to her mouth back on the table. The king was probably tired of Maria's company, and before he knew it, he was rowing the boat.

''Guffaw!''

The king woke up jumping as Maria delivered a blow to the king's side. The elbow strike, which the king seemed to be used to, was tame, but could do just the right amount of damage, so that the king wouldn't get hurt.

'You, Temma is about to leave, so make sure you keep up appearances. At the very least, please wipe the drool off your mouth.

Hearing Maria's words, the king hurriedly wiped his mouth with his sleeve, but he wasn't drooling to begin with. It was just a little prank by Maria-sama.

''Mm. You've really done a lot for me. I can't say too much in public, but I consider Temma like a son to me. You have to understand that it's not just because he's Ricardo and his friends' son. Temma has done so much for us. If you're in any trouble, don't hesitate to turn to the royal family for help.

The king looked at me kindly and said those things to me but....

How much longer are you going to be out of bed? Temma isn't going to leave King's Landing right now. Are you going to say the same thing again when you part ways with Temma?

Maria-sama pointed out zealously that I was stuck too.

''Your Majesty it's obvious you've been asleep.

And the stop is a blow by the butler. The king's HP seems to have been reduced to zero.

''Well, let's leave that man aside........Temma, you have to be careful about many things. The current Temma is not the same as the Temma of a few months ago. There are not necessarily people who are looking to leave the King's Capital, so if you feel the slightest change in anything, even in the middle of the night, come to us and let us know. We'll take care of it right away.

He left the room while talking to Maria, but the king's steps were heavy and soon the distance was so great that he had to stop several times before he reached the entrance. The king's face was still red when we parted, and I think I'm going to drag that thing out for a while.

After that, instead of going straight back to the mansion, I visited the djinn and the others to talk about the day of our return, and we were going to leave the royal capital five days later in the morning. The djinn say that tomorrow is fine, but as expected, that would make me angry with.......Maria-sama.

I blurted out the part about 'what will be said' by 'who', but in a strange place, Leena, who has good instincts, guessed right away. Well, she seemed to have intended it to be a joke, and was quite impatient to see my reaction, but.......

I returned to the mansion, but there was a disturbance at the mansion as well....