199 1. Queen revisited

That day, it was supposed to end without anything.

As for the letter from Verga, it was also communicated to my colleagues the day after I explained it to my fiancées.

Exile just nodded, Jonah looked blatantly unpleasant, and Larsia had a full grin.

"Yut should be jerked off right before he gets really unhappy."

Even to the words of such a straightforward best friend, the Great Mage (Arch Mage) smiled quietly, not making out about Ritna or anything else.

It's like, "Fine. Sometimes it turns into a loser role instead," he just said.

At least, what Larsia would interpret that way is a woven reaction.

"The brave man and Larsia are too close to each other and are anxious that Master Liya might target them."

"You know what, let's not?

Remembering such heartwarming interactions, Yut gets his job done steadily.

"I wonder how many times this pattern"

I'm trying to stop overwork...... and Yut sighed in the office.

But even if I know, there are times when I have to.

Firstly, because we have to visit the neighbouring kingdom of the Chronica God to discuss the issue of compensation with Viscount Playmea and so on. If possible, I'd also like to stop by Dwarf's Inside Mainz before I do.

In order to twist that time, I can't leave a job. I don't actually need to do that perfectly either, but nobody could point it out because that's the norm.

Besides, there are a number of other new projects that are on the verge of paying taxes.

One is about the fallout of the opera theatre of the Liya God - which is going to be the official name.

It can't be a reward or a tabernacle for anything, but an institution built by the goddess of beauty and art in the corner of Falve. It is an opera theatre that can accommodate nearly a thousand people, also with a multi-purpose hall.

Acoustics and stage performances, I'm not sure about Yut, but he's not exaggerating when he says he's the best in the world.

That's quite a thing, but naturally, the Order of the Riya God is not silent.

I have come to the petition day after day to say that although I learned from past cases and it was only the claim of ownership that I could not give up my first performance. And the same goes for those troupe officials who initially wanted the theatre in Falve.

That adjustment, to be honest, is tedious.

So much so that I seriously considered putting Valtrude on stage with Lordship authority, about 70%. It was rejected by tears, so it was dodged by the conscience of the remaining 30%.

In the meantime, it is decided to set a deadline and let the parties discuss it.

If we don't meet the deadline, we plan to earn Tertione and give a presentation by the students at the elementary school.

And the end of the insect (Insectian).

After all, Falve residents were terminated without knowing who they were, but the problem was in the underground tunnel they dug into.

"The soil over there should be full of nutrients."

The bomb that the god of knowledge Zeras dropped when he left.

The soil, where giant earthworms (mites) were mowed and numerous insecticides blended in by the water sanctified by the gods, was too small an expression - and so on - suitable for agriculture.

I proceeded to dig a small amount to confirm, and used that soil to grow appropriate plants in pots - overnight Hannah bloomed, and withered.

The result made me shrill, but crops may grow regardless of contiguous dysfunction if mixed and used in farmland like fertilizer.

Thus, the task of staffing experiments and excavations and the associated chores increases.

The establishment of a research institute attached to the Count of Istas, which also develops bottles of glass iron (crystal iron). There was as much work to be done, such as dealing with the next Hyun-chul meeting (Danishmend).

Without the support of Dal-Lukash, it would have been so overflow.

But this is also Yut's routine.

Besides, he's not the only one who's busy.

Acorn is involved in Vermilio and the Orientalist in an advisor-like position, while even helping Prince Alsace with his wedding with Eudit.

Alcia, naturally. Even Valtrude was flirting at the end of the discipline left by the gods.

It seems to have been tempted not only to the temples of the counts of Istas, but also to the temples of other cities, as well as the presence of secret detectives and apostates of the Verga Empire.

Exile is on the verge of a sualum birth, and Jonah is seriously going to school. I don't know if my class attitude is serious.

And Larsia's job is to play around with Ritna.

Therefore, the two of them have been serving liquor since after noon - in this office.

"Lord of Dal-Lukash. It's time to request the elimination of those meadow species (Magners)"

"Sure..."

Dimensional dragons (Kronos Dragon), who fit in as Yut's secretary, protest modestly. The usual, unwavering eyes. But it looks like we've reached the limit of patience.

"Well, I was the first to admit it. Why are you drinking in my room?"

"It's not Yut's room. It's a place for work."

"More of a problem, generally."

"Because come on. Drink for two, and it'll be tough if you feel weird."

"Oh well..."

Ritna looks at Larsia in tears, like a Mother of Mercy.

Yut didn't have the words to speak to such a friend. Silently, I drop my eyes on the documents at hand. Dal-Lukash was also convinced that the emotional subtleties should not have been touched without knowing.

(Me too, let's do a lot of things right)

A day with nothing like that was supposed to end naturally.

Such routines, however, inadvertently end with words emanating from Dal-Lukash.

"Lord of Dal-Lukash, something is about to appear"

"What do you mean?

The eye asks the secretary as he follows the letter of the document. Multitasking content grasping and conversation. An alarm rings in the corner of my head, moaning that I've even gotten to meet such a stunt.

"Beyond the dimension, there is something that we try to emerge. Is it possible to deal with it?

He was a dimensional dragon who advanced the elimination as a hostile force, but Yut was nowhere near it.

I have an idea.

"No way, Larsia's legal spouse came..."

"Huh?

"I confirmed the appearance. From here, it is possible to see"

He was taken to the window. What he saw was the sight as expected.

Lady River flowing along the side of the Falve. Above that stream, the seemingly giant ship - the Dimensional Navigation Vessel Spelllight - was grandly seated.

"This is not good."

Evil Flaming Spirit Prince Il Canjual.

Ig Nus-Sad, the spider's subgod, a family of the helix of despair (Leliouria).

Lookless mother-in-law Koeli Renato.

Yut has fought death with various paranormal beings in the past.

He's in a real hurry.

"Larsia, go somewhere quick. No, in Moment Move (Teleport) -"

"Hmm? What do you mean," legal spouse "?

I'm not angry.

But his eyes smile without laughing, and Ritna grabs Larsia's arm quickly.

"I'm going somewhere far away!

A desperate plea. At the same time, we resist with the power of the whole body, but we never let go of the red-haired meadow race.

The strength of Lithona and Larsia, the minute deities (avatars), is almost mutually reinforcing. But we can't always show strength. Now, Tyrone - Ritna's power had beaten Larsia's desperation.

"Too late..."

"Don't give up!

We can take hard means without thinking about it later, but it's not something we can hide through forever more than Elizabeth has come.

"Yuuuch, you're gonna let me see that 'legal spouse', right?

Nor could its weird calling be corrected, and Yut could only nod.

"Ahhh! Larsia, come on!

Apparently, Queen Elizabeth, who had already come down from the Spelllight and waited, suddenly ran out, not even at a distance of 100 meters when she found Larsia.

The hem of the dress stirs and the hair shakes.

It's not the kind of action a queen of a country should take, but she was separated from her loved ones. As much as this, you should be forgiven.

That's right. Don't you say anything about the few people you're bringing with you? Now you're right.

Besides, she's not the queen right now.

In front of that guy, he's just a woman. In this land, it is permissible.

"Stop, stop"

Yet the beloved waves his hands and tries to stop him.

Connected.

It makes me sad.

"Master Larsia, you mean"

But that's a little spice, too. Of course, Elizabeth knows that she doesn't really hate it.

So I tried to hug him as hard as I could.

"What's your relationship with Larsia the Atashi?

On the verge of that, there was something to talk about.

Ritna's tail stretches and she's slightly joking, but her eyes haven't laughed since earlier.

"Of course, we're a couple who love each other"

Was there something caught in the feeling of a maiden in love? Elizabeth also has swordswallowing colors in her eyes and thorns in her voice. Only where I emphasized "couple," though it sounded sweet.

"Why? What do you mean?

And the surrounding wolf Larsia.

A short distance from those three was Yut and Valtrude.

"Hey Yut. Tyrone, is God serious about Larsia?

"Come on?"

My favorite toy was actually someone else's.

Though that just doesn't seem to bother me, the observational eye of Yut's romantic relationship is less credible than the magic. That's the same for Valtrude.

In addition, there was no way to understand the romantic views of the gods or the minute deities (avatars).

"Uh, I'll explain it again, won't I?

But you can't leave me alone.

The house sergeant of the Count Istas family walks slowly to feel majestic and spare, hiding Larsia with her glistening eyes on her back, confronting them both.

"This is Queen Elizabeth. I have known Larsia when she embarked on an adventure to The Land of Oblivion to help her reign. So, well, there's a good legal backing that we were dealing with, and that during that stay, it would be a relationship between my wife and my husband."

Would you have picked too many words?

Ritna, the minute god of Tyrone, put her arms together and looked reluctant. I wonder, observe Queen Elizabeth's limb from top to bottom as if it were worthwhile. Don't hesitate to lick it around.

"Ha."

And I laughed. I laughed with my nose.

As a matter of course, Queen Elizabeth is so beautiful that she has no complaining about her appearance or body.

However, by human standards.

From the aesthetic feel of the meadow species - as Larsia used to say - her body was large and her hands and feet were too long.

"Something like that. It doesn't matter if you have love, does it?

"Huh? Yeah?

All of a sudden, Larsia wandered blatantly.

(You can afford it when you mess with me, but you're weak when you get attacked...)

Seeing how it went, Yut prepared the mud.

"And Ritna over here is Larsia's... what?

Friend or mother?

Think again, none of them stick together.

"Feeling like my sister?

"Well, I guess that's the place"

Larsia agreed too, so let's just push through with this.

Despite that policy, Elizabeth is also not just laughing at her eyes.

Looking at the same woman, Valtrude moved farther away than earlier, waved her hand to the side and said, "I can't. out of hand," he tells me with his gaze.

Even she, proud of her constant victory, seemed to have a feud she didn't want to intervene in.

"Is that Larsia's sister? This is the first time I've seen you. My wife... I mean my sister-in-law, Elizabeth."

"Sister. Well, I guess that's all right with Atashi so far. I never meant to have a sister-in-law."

One touch instant. The air trembles in tension...... illusion.

What tore it apart was a man like full body armor who came down from overhead masterfully manipulating jet injections.

"Your Majesty, we'll wrap up the rest of the negotiations here"

"Batras......?

"Ha. Batras, though"

A land of oblivion that has repeatedly collapsed civilizations.

A robot (Warmakina) created by a factory manager (Plant Manager) who was present in the old civilization. Artificial life, such as moving full-body armor, is divided into two contenders.

"You should have left it in the country......?

"Hahahahaha. What do you do when the escort is away from the escort target"

"Where the hell were you hiding?

"Your Majesty, there are so many things in this world that you'd rather not know?

"I forbade you to build hidden doors on your own -"

It was the same obedience.

But with this unreadability of air, he might be able to sort things out, as if he were going to break the thread that came with him.

"Well, isn't it good? Anyway, I'm on your side, as a matter of course."

Can we do something about it?

"We'll take care of the negotiations with Amaxa. Inside, there are three of us, talk carefully."

There was no way I could have done something about it.

"Hey. Three."

Feeling in danger, Larsia grabs Yut's robe.

No, I tried to grab it.

Two hands tied to each other on the brink, and that won't come true.

"So you're talking about family (...)"

"Right. We will."

"By the way, say no to me -"

I don't think so.

"None."

Larsia's room in a castle fortress, or a safe house where you have some?

I don't know where we're going, Larsia, but the two of us are taking us.

"Uh, um... Be gentle."

All I could do to Yut was beg him to be nice at least.

Would it have reached the hearts of Elizabeth and Ritna, who have not replied and have smiled very well?

And the next morning.

I couldn't see Larsia, but with a sunny look Elizabeth and Ritna took him up and showed up. He had no choice but to believe that the worst had been avoided because of the way the two of them seemed to have intentionally engaged for some reason.