647 Lord's Oath (Bottom)

Then for a few years, Larvis and Deal were to follow their respective paths.

Nevertheless, it is a pattern between a master and a squire living in the same mansion. There has never been a day where I don't show my face, and if I only had time, I would tell you about your recent situation. Previously, it was just too special to be all the more alienated.

Dial encourages schooling in the school building, and Larvis is getting swordsmanship tricks in the mansion. For the first two years, the guards of the dwelling were to learn how to train their bodies and immerse themselves in it. Anyway, Larvis was only an 11-year-old child, so the first prerequisite was to apply as much strength as he could wield a sword.

But Larvis, as a people of the south, was the longest: by the time he was twelve, he had overtaken the back length of Granal, and by the time he was thirteen, he had remained the longest in the mansion.

"Your father was quite tall, too. This is going to make you a fine swordsman."

The men in the guard were laughing and stating that to me.

Speaking of which, the people of Jagal have thickened their beards from about this age and often begin to flaunt them. But Larvis' father didn't grow a mustache, and Larvis himself can't see his mustache thickening. Try this, Larvis may have been a lot like his father.

(But even Dad, he shouldn't just rely on being tall, he should have worked hard and gained strength as a swordsman)

With that thought in his chest, Larvis continued to build his body.

Of course, I can't do my job as a servant roughly, so I encourage you both the same. He was ingenious enough to be able to build strength on his body even with salary scales and load carrying, so that the more burdensome work he took the initiative.

"Then why don't you help me with my job?"

That said, there were days when Granal would drive me out.

It was a woman's job to buy out, etc., so Rabbis had little chance of leaving the mansion. I wondered where they would take me, it was a commercial warehouse behind the mansion.

"These turn into copper coins, so you never treat them badly. If I scratch it, I'll let it slip from your paycheck."

Granal was an iron fixture shop, so they were all iron fixtures. Pack and sort iron pans, cookware, knives, armor, etc. used in the kitchen. That was such a harsher job than carrying loads in the mansion, etc.

For what it was worth, Larvis could hardly be more powerful.

I have meat on my thin hands and feet, and I'm still tall. Furthermore, it seemed to have gotten thicker to the bones, to the point where the servants of the mansion laughed "completely out of cuteness".

Larvis, who thus turned thirteen, was finally to be fully handled by swordsmanship.

Invite a swordsman to the mansion and receive a handful from scratch.

Larvis was to work so hard to encourage this as it should be costing him the right amount.

"What I teach you is not classy swordsmanship like you learn. When you're attacked by an outlaw, you're swordsmanship to protect yourself and your husband."

Along with such a proclamation, the swordsman in the role of guide relentlessly moaned Larvis. That was where Larvis wanted it.

The body is more exhausted, of course, as it is not exempt from the work of the mansion or warehouse. But for Larvis, it was a full day.

(With this hand I will protect my husband and his family... not only Master Granal, but also Master Amelia and Deal)

Thinking of it that way, there was no way I could stand any harsh days.

I mean, it's real.

When Larvis started his swordsmanship tricks, there was also a little noise winding up in Dial's life. Apparently, he was annoyed with the other children in the school building and made them cry.

"Besides, they're talking about being older boys. Damn, he's a frightened one."

Grandnal, who visited Larvis' bedroom that night, said so. Granal's visit to the servant's room is an extremely rare story.

"If you are a boy, then nothing is uncommon. But I didn't know an eight-year-old girl would raise her hand to a boy and make him cry... the way ahead must be considerate."

"Yes, but Dear Deal is not the kind to sift violence for no reason. Isn't there something wrong?

I didn't want to go against Granal's word, but I couldn't just not shelter Dial.

Granal glimpses Larvis with a glistening face.

"I know that, too. But I'm not going to tell you why.... can you tell me that, Larvis?

"Is it me? I don't think you can tell me what not to tell my parents..."

"That's not good. From a very young age, he was most attached to you."

That was just because Larvis spent the longest time with Dial. Granal encouraged him to work from morning to evening and often stayed in the extra town, so the time he could spend with his family is very short.

"Anyway, ask me why. If I don't know why, I don't know how to apologize to the other parent.... If there's nothing more wrong with Deal, then yes, you can keep your head down."

And when it was said so, Larvis obeyed no other.

Leaving the room with Granal and breaking up in front of Dial's room. Leaving the story to let me hear it tomorrow morning, Granal went back to his bedroom.

Larvis knocks on the door as he bites his sigh to death.

"Dear Dear Dear Deal, I'm Larvis. I'd like to talk to you for a moment, would you mind?

After a lot of silence, the voice returned, "Okay."

Apparently it wasn't locked and the door opens quickly. but the moment he stepped indoors, Larvis was to breathe.

"Di, Dear Dear Deal! What happened to you?

"That's an exaggeration. That's not so surprising, is it?

In the middle of the room, Dial stood arm in arm.

Deal is eight years old. As a people of the south, he had a corresponding back length, but he had a laid-back physique of mother concession, and his face was becoming more and more righteous.

But his hair, which he had put up to his back, had been cut to such short lengths that it was not on his shoulders. When I saw him in the morning, he should certainly have looked like he always did.

"Because I'm so demonic, I cut myself. I don't think they're going to give me a little bit of this anymore."

"Oh, who are those guys...?

"What, you didn't come here about that? I made you cry about those weak people."

That's what he said, and Dial turned to pussy.

Larvis breathes again in a flash of expression glimpsed from its side.

"... what does that mean? Was Dear Deal's hair the cause of the rash?

"Yeah, I am. He said my hair was dirty and I was blind, so I snapped it on the side. You're wearing a big figure, and that's all I cry about."

On Larvis' belly, a fervent passion wrapped around him.

"Excuse me," he said, and Larvis approached Dial.

"That's an illegitimate story. Dear Deal was confused by those words and he didn't have to cut his precious hair."

"That's okay. Even I hated dirty hair like this."

"It's not dirty or anything. Isn't it a very beautiful hair that inherited each of your parents' shades"

"Hmm! Then I'd be glad to have one of them. Then they wouldn't have called me a dog or a woman."

Larvis bowed down and gently lifted Dial's hand.

At that moment, tears of one muscle spill down on Deal's cheek, pointing that way.

"Me too... I wanted to be born with beautiful hair like my mother"

"Dear Dear Deal, nothing is wrong. And I thought my hair was beautiful."

When Deal grabbed him by Larvis' chest, he killed his voice and began to cry.

It wasn't uncommon for Dial to weep, but it seemed like the first time in years that he looked so sad.

Since then, Dial has started spending time with his short hair.

By the way, when Larvis told me what was going on, Granal seemed angry and set to yell into the other's house. Then Larvis was anxious that Dial would be in an unnecessarily bad position, but he was pissed off.

"I don't care about those people. What I don't care about is you haven't eaten yet."

The people of the south do not hide their emotions. If that was a massive gathering, this kind of noise might have been a daily tea meal as well.

Larvis is often told that he is not like a people of the South. It's hard to know what you're thinking, they even made fun of you as if you were a people of the east. But as Larvis, I didn't even mean to be forced to hide my emotions. For Larvis, this is what it is.

(I am not allowed to make a scene. Is that why I grew up with this temperament)

Larvis thought so, but he couldn't change his temper.

Nor do I feel the need to change my temper. Although there have been some changes in life, there has been no change in Larvis' position. As a squire who devotes herself for her husband, it was even enough to think that a person like herself might be useful.

Then again, the moon was the year of the patrol - when Larvis turned eighteen.

On that day, Dial was set to do much with Granal.

"That's why I want to learn more about business! How could you not understand?

"You're still learning about business, aren't you? First, think about getting rid of the work in front of you without delay."

"When did my job get delayed? If there's been a mistake in the books, tell me!

During the reception, the two men were scuffing the large table and staring at you.

Deal is also finally thirteen years old and the corresponding back length. but my physique still remained idle and my hair remained short. Besides wearing a leg coat that the boy wore, he had to look like a well-faced boy as well.

"I'm tired of living just locked in my house and putting my books on! Was Dad sending me to school for a job like this?

"What a grace for a job like this! Keeping books about managing copper coins is more important than anything else!

"No, you're not! The most important thing is selling iron equipment, right? If you don't sell iron equipment, you won't even have to book it, so you should brush your arm over there first!

That would not be the story either, Larvis thought in his heart.

but I'm not talking about Larvis clapping his mouth. In the first place, I didn't even know why I was called to such a place.

Seven years after he started working out his body and five years after he was handled by swordsmanship, Larvis was now also able to perform the job of escort. It is the mission of Larvis today to free himself from the work of a servant and to run around with Granal. This neighboring town and others will be touring the streets, and the other day they will be responsible for capturing the bandits. As Granal had told us, the streets connecting the town and the town were awaiting various threats.

Deal has always envied such a new job for Larvis. When he graduated from the school building, Dial began to help with accounting at home, showing his abilities there somewhat. Larvis was secretly emotional enough to do a big job, but Dial wasn't convinced at all.

"So let me study under my father too! I want to learn what it's like to talk to business people and how they sell iron equipment!

"You don't have to learn to do that! Just keep the books and you're doing your job well!

"So that's not all I'm bored with! Besides, I'm the oldest kid in this house, right? Didn't Dad want a handjob so bad he could get his hands out of his throat!?

So Granal jammed the words for a long time.

"... that's the only way to take my son-in-law. If you're worried about inheritance, be a little more like a daughter so you can have a good son-in-law."

"Hmm! I'll leave that to my sisters! I want to be a good merchant like my father!

After waving like that, Dial also lost his voice just a little bit.

"... of course I'll give you a wedding someday, and I want that person to do business with you. But I can't wait to leave all the funny things to people and just keep my books. Then it would still be better to go into the other house and help you with your job."

"Hey, what? Didn't I tell you I was dealing with some guy?

"That's not true. Let's just talk about it."

Dial said so while blushing slightly.

"But I like ironware stores. I grew up watching iron fixtures from such a tiny age, so that's normal, right? So my dad respects me sincerely because I'm the best iron fixer in Zeland. That's why I want to learn from my father."

"But... my business partners are all the people in the other town. To do business, you have to cross dangerous streets and head out to other towns."

"So what? It's not like your father wields a knife when you're attacked by a burglar, is it? It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman."

That being said, Deal has looked back at Larvis.

"When the outlaws show up, everyone will get rid of Larvis. Right, Larvis?

"Yes, because that is my mission"

Larvis nodded as he wondered if he had been summoned by Dial just for this.

Granal has thought about it with a bitter face.

"Dad, you're worried about letting your son-in-law come in from the other house. If you tell me all about business, I'll tell you exactly what to do for my grandchildren!

"But I don't know about bringing you around to business... but I'm also talking about getting involved in credibility from the other side..."

"To business ingenuity, no man, no woman, right? I'm your father's son, aren't I? You think I'm gonna disappoint your father?

Granal turned his head in such a difficult face.

So Deal comes back to see Larvis.

"Hey, what do you think of Larvis?

"Ha... I am only a squire, so it seems that I am in a position to say something important like this"

"But Larvis lived in this mansion since he was a kid, and now he's talking about his father's business! People who know about me and my father as much as Larvis don't."

Deal is a face I've come up with, and he's turned to Larvis.

"You don't have to put your shoulder in me, so let me know what Larvis has to say. What does Larvis think about this story?

If Larvis weighs his position, this was the occasion where Granal's face should stand. Larvis' master is only a grand.

But Deal's serious eyes smashed such a clever thought.

You don't have to put your shoulders in the dial and say words that aren't in your heart. You just have to keep your mouth shut about what you think. In conclusion as such, Larvis decided to make a statement.

"I am the servant of this mansion and the servant of Lady Granal. Recently, we have acted together as Granal's offering, but we do not have much knowledge of commerce. I don't know how valuable or meaningful my words are..."

"Yeah. Larvis, what do you think?

"... it seems to me that Dear Deal is already about to move Granal's mind. If your tongue is so skillful, aren't you well equipped for your talent as a merchant?

The Grand Nal will follow Larvis as he explores.

While enduring that glare, Larvis let the words overlap.

"It seems to me that what a merchant needs is words that have exhausted their reason. How reasoned words can be delivered to move people's minds - and you need to somehow tell them that it's beneficial to them as well. In that sense, I think Deal feels a scale of talent as a merchant."

"Hmm. That sounds a lot like a great mouth to me, stating that I have no idea about commerce, etc."

"Yes. Maybe everything is my assumption. But by these words of Deal, I was allowed to learn swordsmanship. I was heartily surprised to hear that Deal, only six years old, had moved Granal's heart."

After stating so, Larvis let him bow his head deeply.

"Master Granal has given me the opportunity to ascertain whether my qualities as a swordsman exist or not. Just like that, would you give Deal a chance to see if his qualities as a merchant exist?

"To the extra town, you want me to bring Dial around? How dangerous that is, you must be getting slapped into it too, Larvis."

"Yes, Dear Deal, I will protect you with my life at stake"

Granal has been silent.

There, the open tone of the door sounds.

What followed was Amelia's soft voice.

"Oh, it was quiet, so I thought I'd finished talking to you... wasn't it?

"We're still on the way. They don't bring young children to places like this."

Amelia was pulling her daughters' hands, left and right, her second daughter at the age of ten and her three daughters at the age of seven. Now, they both go to school.

"But is this an important family story? Then shouldn't we also participate?

Smiling loosely, Amelia advances in her steps. Then the three women slid their mother's hand better and took it to Dial's knee.

"Will my sister go to work with my father? Outside town, you must be very blind.

In a somewhat tongueless voice, the three women said so. Neither she nor her second daughter resembled her sister, and she had a very quiet temper.

But it was also at a six-year-old time, younger than these three women, that Deal persuaded Larvis to learn swordsmanship. With that in mind, Larvis' words didn't seem out of sight either.

(I don't know which is normal because I don't know anything else called a toddler. But I guess Dear Deal is more peculiar)

As Larvis thought so, Dial began to stroke the head of the three women, smiling with a very gentle face.

"You don't have to worry about anything. Even if the outlaws show up, Larvis will kill them all."

"Hey, I didn't say I'd take you into business yet."

Amelia smiles at Granal, who looks like she chewed up a bitter bug.

"But you don't have enough people there, do you? Haven't you always moaned that if you had as many people around your head as you could have spread your business hands more?"

"That's right, but not my daughter, only thirteen years old..."

"Even Dad was an apprentice kid when he was thirteen, wasn't he? It's only natural that young people are apprentices."

"That's right," said Amelia, overlapping as Deal let her mouth snap.

"If you work out now, you'll grow up to be a better merchant than anyone else in a few years. Deal is your child."

"Are you trying to hold Dial's shoulder? Damn, I can't believe it!

"Is it? Of the sisters, the strongest heir to your blood should be the dial. Is there anyone else who deserves a legacy more than this?

That being said, Amelia gently stroked her second daughter's head.

"The job of protecting the house will be done splendidly by the kids below. Wouldn't you say linking a watchdog to a chain doesn't do a satisfactory job?"

"No, don't grab people for dogs."

After stating so, Dial showed more white teeth.

"But your mother agrees with you! I knew you knew me."

"Yes, I know very well that you're the one who won't pull back once you say it."

Amelia is not just a snack, either. Even when I retained Larvis in the mansion, he would have persuaded Granal to smile so calmly.

"First, why don't I look at the power for you? And if you don't bud, Dial will give up."

"That's right! I'm sorry I gave up without doing anything!

When Granal sighed deeply, he even dazzled the dial with his often glowing eyes.

"... two years. If you think there's no prospect in two years, you'll find your son-in-law."

"Hmm! In two years, I'll let you be a full merchant!

Dial looked back at Larvis, spreading a grin on his full face.

"Larvis also created a basement as a swordsman in two years! Now it's my turn to do it!

Then Amelia has also stared at Larvis.

"Please protect this girl, Larvis. Because you're here, I can send you this girl with confidence."

"... Yes. We will protect Dear Dear Deal with all our lives."

With both smiles filling her breasts, Larvis let her answer that way.

That is how the paths of Larvis and Dial were to be superimposed here again.

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(Since then, four years have passed...)

Larvis thought that way, staring at the raging, burning light of burning fires.

It is now home to a feast held by the woods. Sitting on the rug in the place of Deal, with a wooden dish of Gibba's dishes in his hand, Larvis lay low to his untimely thoughts.

(Dear Deal was never limited to Mr. Granal. On the contrary, I guess Master Granal was to appreciate Deal's power more than anyone else. Otherwise, you can't leave Dear Deal and go back to Zeland)

Deal and Larvis have been sitting in Genos for exactly a year or so. Without betraying Granal's expectations, Deal was steadily expanding his business hand based in this Genos. The other day, he finally succeeded in setting up a major business meeting with a man from a nearby town called Banaam. Business was going better, as I suspected that I would no longer be able to return to Jagal permanently as it was.

(Dear Deal must have had a lot of talent.... well, since you were a child, I knew it)

Dial had been eager to talk to the woodland ladies since just now. If you can cook such a fine dish, you should use more splendid tools.

But Deal wasn't supposed to be talking like that on the profit and loss account. Because we have absolute confidence in the iron equipment we sell, that feeling stands first when we want it to be used by the right person. At first, the women, who were not interested, also seemed to be just heart-moving.

(In Dear Deal's words, there is no lie. So I'm sure it can also move the minds of the people by the woods that they are guilty of falsehood)

So when Larvis took one sigh, Dial, who apparently finished the conversation, turned his face.

"No, no matter what dish you eat, it's delicious! Larvis thinks so, doesn't he?

"... Yep. At least it seems to suit my mouth better than the dishes I mouth in the castle town of Genos"

It was a response that very much suppressed the real mood.

To tell the truth, every dish they made was amazingly delicious. Larvis didn't imagine that the woodland people who lived in houses like coarse huts could cook so much.

"... you know, I'm sorry about earlier, Larvis? The truth is, I didn't mean to blame Larvis like that."

And Dial said so to the lid.

I keep my face close and my voice whispering so that it sounds just like Larvis. His jade eyes glittered in the light of the burning fire.

Larvis and Deal were arguing about not eating Giva food until recently. In the meantime, although the noise subsided when Larvis broke, he had shamed his master, Dial, in front of the crowd, and he was completely depressed inside.

"I wonder if Dear Deal will apologize. I am the one who should be reprimanded for misseeing my master's mood."

"It doesn't matter if you're a husband or a squire. I was wrong about Larvis."

Dial also has a soggy face, even when he got older until he was seventeen, he was no stranger to that look.

(When laughing or angry, Dear Deal remains the same as before. As decisive as Granal, as gentle as Amelia... I guess this is the person called Deal)

When Larvis thought that way, Dial blinked anxiously.

"Hey, why aren't you answering anything? After all, are you still mad?

"… there is no such thing as me remembering my anger towards Dear Deal"

To Larvis' words, Deal brought a lot of laughter.

"That's right. Larvis is sweet.... but you're a little tough on the forest folks, aren't you? I've been a little strange for a long time."

…………

"Does Larvis hate the people by the woods for any reason? If you like, why don't you tell me why?

"There is no reason why I dislike them. … it's just that looking at the hunters by the woods reminds me of my helplessness"

Dial had his eyes open, looking rather surprised.

"Powerlessness, what do you mean? They're hunters, not swordsmen, right?

"Even so, they feel like they have tremendous power. Perhaps... even a young man of thirteen or four will not be able to beat me."

Larvis, without decorating his words, let him tell him so.

"Now, if even one of them comes pointing the blade at me, I will not be able to protect Dear Deal. So eating in a place like this is terribly unsettling."

"I was... then I wish you would have said that from the beginning"

Larvis let him shake his neck to the side as he sighed.

"With me, I have a hold as a swordsman. Such a pitiful story doesn't make me feel like saying so."

"Yeah. But you told me honestly. Thank you, Larvis."

Dial smiled again.

A smile that I used to think resembled Amelia, but now I don't think so anymore. In the last four years when we started acting together again, those impressions had been dispelled.

(But Dear Deal hasn't changed better. So I'm sure there was a change in my mood)

Previously, weighing Amelia's words, Larvis was determined to defend Dial. But now, according to the feelings and beliefs that sprouted in me, I intended to keep that oath.

I still love Amelia. The mood is no different. However, it was the same size or more, and now Deal was barking at Larvis' heart.

(Well, if you've been sleeping with me for four years, that's natural)

Larvis was about to be dragged into his memory.

Dial there, roughly shaking my shoulders.

"Hey, what's going on? Sounds like you're confused about something, but you don't feel well?

"No, did you get drunk on the burning fire? Thank you. This evening reminds me of what I did and what I used to do."

"Hmm? Well, it's not like a fire is going to burn in such a big way"

That said, Deal smiled innocently again.

"But it's so rare for Larvis to get confused. What the hell were you remembering?

Larvis got stuck in words.

Whatever you were thinking, it was more or less a memory of the days you spent with Dial. Even Larvis, unrelated to feelings of shame, etc. couldn't keep it mouth shut.

"... all of which are just stories with no deflection. I've lived a life without a scratch myself, so I guess I can't help it."

"Nah, by Larvis, I should have been with you at all times? Are you going to tell me that you're not deflected until I am?

Joking and telling, Dial was still laughing uncontrollably.

Dark brown hair is still shaking as it moves. The hair I saw in the light of the burning fire was also felt beautifully by Larvis after all.

(Speaking of which...)

Will Dial ever put his hair up again?

Dial's hair is so beautiful that Amelia can't beat it, but it's a waste, I think.

With such deflectionless thoughts in his chest, Larvis continued to stare at Deal's smile.

The feast by the woods didn't even feel signs that it was still coming to an end.