274 7. Marquis Istas' New Daily (Previous)

In advance of a major event in his life called marriage, Valtrude thought.

Forever, I wonder if I can depend on Yut.

Couples support each other, but look back on yourself. Territorial management still relies on the previous stage of planning.

I only do simple payments, recruitment interviews, and work in the temple.

Is this okay?

No, it can't be good.

So Valtrude spent less time waving his sword and started studying. Hope to reduce the burden on Yut at all.

I didn't want a new weapon, too, because spare weapons would suffice. Indeed, it was a shock to lose the Devine Subjugator, the Devil's Sword. But I have no regrets.

And although Adamantin's long sword (long sword) is inferior to the Demon Sword, it can be fought well with Yut's support.

Then I just decided that the reward from the Hellenonian God should be used for something else.

I also knew I could be seen with worrying eyes from him as my behavior changed.

Best from what I've done so far. It's not unreasonable or anything.

I just couldn't explain that to myself.

I'm not saying selfishly that you want me to guess, but I'm embarrassed.

I work hard for you, unfamiliar work.

Can you say something?

"But then we might disqualify the couple..."

"What disqualifies you?

"Yes, no. Nothing. There isn't."

I waved my neck and hand at Alana Norstin, who glanced at me strangely, in a manner that was obviously something, and quickly denied it.

But she's the only one who's meant to have done it, and Allena, sitting face to face, is twisting her neck. If they're Larsia, I'm just trying to find out something that's never happened.

Not realizing how she is like that, Valtrude once again drops his gaze on the bundle of paper at hand.

Timber paper made by Zinga and others who have migrated to the Kera Forest, in cooperation with Vainamarinen. It's a textbook of letters made of that prototype.

Same stuff used at the primary school in Falve, but just right for the level of Valtrude.

Follow that guide, glimpse the letters with your fingers, and continue reading simple words.

It was worth the effort, just a little bit, but it also allowed me to read and write.

This is a huge step forward for her.

The rattle and the sound of the wheels moving forward strike the earlobes.

After finishing his errands in the village of Ozlick, Valtrude was rendezvous with Alaina along the way and traveling within the territory by carriage.

The destination is the village of Kaye, belonging to the Marquis of Istas.

It's a place where I've done some inspections with Yut, but this time I'm acting differently. On behalf of Yut, who headed to the king's capital, several diocesan knights (paladins) accompanied the Alaenas from the Hellenonian temple in Falve.

Naturally, to this day, Valtrude, who claims to be "sufficient by himself," has been hit with an honest argument that "His Excellency the Marquis cannot act alone or otherwise".

Travelling in a regular carriage was a long time ago, which was fresh in itself, but with others was felt somewhat cramped.

Between those who believe in the same God, if by nature. I guess you shouldn't think of it as someone else or anything, but that's the emotion you can't falsify.

If Yut was with me, I wouldn't have felt this way. Until now, I've been allowed to move freely, because he was there for me as an entourage.

For one thing, you were protected from aristocratic customs, and I feel Yut's - of the man who will soon be my husband's - thoughts.

"It's time to arrive"

"... right"

Lift your eyes out of the textbook and put your gaze to the front.

It passed Allena and also flew past the village of Cayenne ahead, watching Yut in the king's capital.

Substantially, it will be my first job as a lord.

I could never imitate anything that would make an embarrassing report to him.

"Well, come on"

"I'm sorry to bother you."

There's no annihilation.

Rosius, the mayor of the village, waves along, but this is more right for him. If there were to be a visit by a lord - no matter what the heart - it would naturally be a top priority, and it would be weirder for the Marquis to apologize to the village chief in the first place.

That was also affirmed by the subtle look of Alaina, who refrained from behind.

With only that Allena, Valtrude enters the village chief's house. The other diocesan knights who have accompanied them say they will be on guard outside.

I don't know what it is for, but I guess that's what it is.

(I want to talk to Yut and do something about the waste... If you omit poorly, will our children be in trouble?

Dragons give birth to dragons, but both Valtrude and Yut are human. I mean, even though they're two kids, they're just humans. I'm going to educate you, but I don't know how to grow up, and I'm not going to over-expect you.

For the sake of my child, whom I have yet to see, let's be patient now.

Not knowing that he was thinking about it, Village Chief Rossius recommended to his lord a chair that had become more luxurious than before.

Immediately, his son's daughter-in-law, also a former adventurer, places herbal tea poured cups for a number of people, bows his head and moves to the next room.

(Speaking of which, did she have a baby too)

I'd like to talk to you later if I have time.

While I thought so, I still put my mouth on an upgraded teacup. Not the finest, but the thickness and whiteness are impeccable.

One year of tax exemption and the creation of an environment capable of concentrating on farming seemed to benefit this village firmly as well. Being able to afford life. That's one form of happiness, too.

"Today, I have one suggestion for you."

Without being proud of it, Valtrude cut out an errand. Usually, the village chief gives a bewildered look in order to move from light chatter to the point of view.

But there's no way she can refuse, and she herself, she can't afford it, so she doesn't notice the change.

"What kind of story is that?"

"Falv is tied to Hardenturm and Mainz by carriage rail..."

"I know."

"Well, then, it's quick"

Valtrude smiles with a heartfelt smile, and the village chief forgets about its too much beauty.

But I can't afford to notice that in the negotiations right now. Spin the next word with one hand a note writing like a child's graffiti.

"I would like to use it not only to connect this village of Cayenne, but also the surrounding villages and Falve by carriage rail to bring the children of the village to the primary school"

That's what this lord says. I'm not being asked to be an instructor - even if I were, there would be a proper consideration paid - I'm simply asking for consent.

Experience accumulates to the point of realizing it.

But there's one thing I don't understand.

"Just to carry the child, is it?

"Mm-hmm. Yut - Jiazai says there will be no young people from the village once they get regular flights out"

There are advantages such as easier access for pedestrians if carriage railways are operated in addition to transfers.

However, the development of a transport network also meant better access for both sides. In other words, the population will spill from the countryside to the city so that the water flows from high to low.

Everybody, it's better to live in the city.

I would put it on some kind of job if it was Falv right now, and if anything, the psychological hurdle would be lower because it would be easy to get home.

I don't want to tie people to land, but I want to avoid population movements without preparation or measures.

That's Yut's idea, but unfortunately - including Allena - I don't understand it that far. Still, there was no objection to the laying of the carriage railway itself, as it did not force me to want regular flights.

"But do you send your children to school..."

"Oh, that's it"

The concerns of the mayor of Rosius are separate.

But that's also to be expected. Really, I asked old Claude to confirm it.

Turn the note, narrow your eyes and read the relevant spot.

"Even the Kodmos know it's a rippy lowdolyok"

"Ha ha..."

"So to Kodmo, shrugged to the Shortcane Quinn, serve a knit? It's happening. Don't worry about it."

"Again, is the rumor true..."

I was also surprised at the bar reading, which is worse than the Academic Club, but the content is also insane. Where are the lords who give even their salaries after educating them?

"Mm-hmm. It's not like we're up for money. I remember spending money and making people wear calculations in their everyday lives… yes."

That's pre-construction, and I have an ambition to spread the theoretical spell, but I won't say that much. Rather than, Valtrude doesn't fully grasp it either.

Alaina, standing behind Valtrude, had the look of a headache when she heard the current interaction, but seemed to decide to leave it to the flow for now.

"What do you think?

"Right......"

Mayor Rosius meditates as he thinks, but the answer was decided.

"We cannot decide on the one hand, but we will make sure that we get the endorsement of our fellow villagers"

"Right. Regards."

Valtrude exhales relieved when he hears that he can get help.

It's a proposal that's not supposed to be rejected, and even if it is rejected, we can do it.

But that's an objective story. From her point of view, it was a negotiation that made me want to take a breather when I managed to do it.

It doesn't matter what the arm of the sword is. The work Yut has done.

After all, isn't the traditional division of roles correct......

Such weakness shook his head gently and drove him away. Re-establish the mood. Now that we've left Verga, we can't just go across combat technology.

A distressed beauty of a thoughtful Virgin, far from such an inner part.

The mayor's heart, who has to see it from close range, is screaming like after a full walk of disease. Even Allena, who is somewhat immune and only sees hindsight, forgot the time.

"What's wrong?

"No. Uh. No. Oh, how about a meal?

"Right -"

"Oh ho... it is"

"Oh. No, I'm sorry. After this, we must also go to Hardenturm."

Alana's deliberate cough reminds me of the schedule after this.

This is more of a temple job than a lord. Interview with Marion, the sorceress who made me tea, was likely to be another opportunity.

"Then you won't be able to pull it off."

The object is clear, and the mayor of Rosius nods over and over again.

And with a degree of fortitude that would not be disrespectful, I dropped off a line of lords.