335 Sounds like some kind of conversation with Silky.

Meanwhile, the battleship construction workplace in Klinge's basement was in the middle of chaos.

"This is exactly what I want to do with my cat..."

Fighting a bunch of paper piled up in the office, with a quiet voice, is also the highly named Flau of the Needless to say Chief Officer of the Klinge Secretariat.

There is certainly also a view that Meyria is its position, but considering the size of the authority and the breadth of coverage, there was still a place where even Meyria would give up a step to Frau.

If that Frau were asked what the hell bundle of paper he was fighting over crying out loud, they were all documents concerning the technicians and workers currently being transported to this construction site, as well as the purchase of the materials and materials they dealt with.

Even before, it was a construction site where a considerable amount of material was put in and people were poured into it, but because the ship that was created was destroyed by the hands of an intruder named Karen, Frau and the others were given the task of restoring the destroyed ship immediately.

In contrast, Frau was immediately immersed in the task of gathering personnel and materials, but one problem would arise here.

"I'm running out of material I can get right away..."

The construction of one battleship alone consumes considerable material, but this time it is building up to two of its accompanying ships.

The amount of material poured into it extends to an immeasurable amount.

Only some of the biggest battleships were destroyed this time, but the consumption of the three pieces of material built earlier had depleted the stock to some extent.

No matter how the invasion of the demonic kingdom is an important operation for each race, there are also numerous ordinary people in each race who have nothing to do with the battle.

In order for those people to live, resources are still needed, and it is not what they have provoked that folk grass life ceases to stand before the battle against the Demon King begins, and if they do poorly, they have figured out what actions the people who exploded their grievances will take.

"This is it."

Frau blurs alone as he looks at the drawings of the proposed modifications to the battleship he has at hand.

The part of the battleship destroyed by Karen's hand is not to such an extent that it would require so much effort if only that were to be fixed.

In other words, if we're going to fix it right, we won't have to put so much material into it, and time and personnel aren't necessary enough to haunt Frau's head.

However, if we build the same thing as before, we are conceiving the danger that this huge battleship could turn into a huge gravestone as it is if it were destroyed in the same way as before.

That was clearly proven by Karen's raid.

It's an improvement based on that, but if we try to pass this proposal, the materials, personnel, and time needed will cause things like Flau's head to get upset.

Exactly, as long as it bothered Frau very much about either proposal.

"It's not a bad thing. It's a good thing you discovered the problem before you flew it."

I'm Flau whining to tell myself, but I've tried to assume that's a good thing, and it's not like reality changes anything.

"I know what I have to do. But there's no point in trying. But I have to do it."

After fully understanding the thoughts that are becoming grand, Frau looks up at the ceiling.

There's nothing there, but Frau said this in a sloppy tone because no one is listening to him looking at the bright white ceiling.

"I wonder if you'll come down from the sky with the materials."

"I felt like I was called!

Suddenly, it was the brunette twin-tailed girl who pushed open the door of the office with such impetus that it could break without any context and appeared in front of Frau, whose eyes were still solidified by its too abrupt.

What makes me happy, the girl who comes near me with a full smile on her face to Frau is Kirier, the mysterious girl in person who names the traveler (ginger every time).

Killier walks over to the desk used by Frau without worrying about it, hands on its top plate and facing Frau and the front as Frau is rarely stiffened by the way it appears too suddenly.

"Don't you need help?

"I need help, but I don't need Killier's"

Killier's smile attracted me for a moment to Flau's answer, which seemed to just cut and throw away.

But Kirier quickly climbed out on his desk and drew his face closer to Frau.

"That can't be right, can it?

"I need a lot of help. That's as much as I'd like to borrow a cat's hand. But I don't need Killier's help."

"Why is that awesome!?

Killier slaps his desk with his palm as outraged at Frau's answer, which seemed to have no island to mount.

Killier himself just seemed to think it was something that would make a lot of noise if he slapped it, but the desk Frau was using was made pretty heavy against his appearance, so much so that even if Killier slapped him, he made a slightly smaller noise, nothing to match Killier's expectations, and conversely, did the clap that slapped him on such a heavy desk hurt, Killier hid behind his back a hand that slapped the ceiling softly while staring at Frau from the front.

"My hand is inferior to the cat's!?

"Yeah."

Kirier's shoulder creaks into Flau's reaction, which he snorted clearly.

Still desperately rebuilt, Killier stopped Frau's movement in words as he tried to reach for a bunch of paperwork that was mountainous by his desk without leaving Killier in front of him.

"What does that mean!?

"It means the way it is."

There is no mercy in Flau's response.

But as a Kirier, you don't want to back down here, and eat even more.

"If I were you, it would be possible to provide the necessary materials at an instant, affordable price, right? That would make half of the problems plaguing Mr. Frau's head seem like it's been cleared up."

"That's true."

Lightly Frau admitted Killier's point.

Then to Killier, who eats down, Frau shuts up and hands on his desk and stares at Killier.

To Killier, who woke up slightly to be pressured by that gaze, Frau told him:

"I don't like it because it's suspicious."

"Hey!?

"If you're not convinced for this reason, here's how to fix it. I don't know who anybody is. It's not a case of trying to bite someone."

Killier was much stuck in words to Frau, who tells him that with serious eyes.

Killier, who is somehow crumbling with Lotus Mita, is supposed to be a traveler and a member of the intelligence forces of the Principality of Triden.

But it was information that no one had really confirmed.

Of course, there is no evidence that the Grand Duke of the Principality of Triden himself said so, but Frau clearly poked at Killier to show that he was suspicious of what to believe.

"So, though. The story around there should already be with Lianya..."

"That's it, this is it. Even if the master was allowed to, well, it doesn't matter if Frau deserves to believe it or not."

"You're thinking surprisingly"

If Killier so appreciated the unthinkable story heard from Frau's mouth, who just thought he was a Lotus Ya absoluteist, Frau let him shrug his shoulders, not prestigious.

"It's an extra favor."

"So, but Mr. Frau. Suppose this is where you meditated your eyes on that kind of suspicion. But isn't this a situation where you need material as soon as possible?

"The thing about being suspicious, you don't deny it?

If Frau asked that with Zito's eyes, Killier's eyes turned to him for a moment.

But that's really just for a moment, and Killier's gaze straight back at Frau.

"It doesn't matter how suspicious I am."

"I reopened..."

"Now it's more a matter of priority to talk about materials, isn't it?

Flau kept his suspicious eye on Killier trying to take the story to you forcefully for a while, but Killier, who should have noticed what was being seen, would give up along the way because he would never try to correct his words and actions.

"I don't want to use anything I don't know where it came from."

"If you are such a luxury!?

"It's not a luxury. It's a problem in this world."

The look on Frau's face, who made the cut back on Killier's words, is all the more serious.

"I didn't hear who Killier was. Still, this is a problem for the inhabitants of this world, and there's no curtain for existence that doesn't."

"That's the rationale. And Mr. Lenya?

"The Master is already a resident of this world."

If Frau puts his chest up on the chair just wondering if he has any complaints, Killier scratches his head pounding as he looks somewhere in trouble.

"I understand the logic, but based on that, I still think it would be the shortest way to get my help, wouldn't it?

It should be noted that the attitude of Killier, who tried to eat down, made Flau see things in trouble, but now he took Flau's gaze without even pulling Killier, and on top of that, let him state his thoughts further.

"Sure, I may be suspicious, but I have something called convenience with me. For your convenience, it's hard to get stuck talking about building a ship here."

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Wherever the source came from in the first place, if you paid properly to buy it, wouldn't that mean Klinge material already?

"It feels a little too forceful."

"What did Mr. Frau know about me in the first place..."

Kirier, who called so well, mumbles remembering that Fufu Frau can apparently draw on the knowledge Lianya possesses, etc.

This means that Frau is reluctant to help Killier because he realizes there seems to be a cause around it.

"The master doesn't seem to care, but Frau does"

"Does that have anything to do with the story that Mr. Frau is evil?

"Who is evil though!? Frau is a beautiful, clean maid of honor!

"Where the hell is the story of Silky going?

"I don't need to be silky anymore!

"That's just to get out of the way."

"It's no good getting out of the way."

Cough up one more thing, Killier says to Frau.

"I don't know what it's like for Mr. Frau to worry about Mr. Lenya and be vigilant about me, but the task I'm filing for is to protect Mr. Lenya, and not more or less"

Flau does not answer.

I'm just sitting still and listening to Killier.

"The delay in the construction of the ship could also lead to an increase in the degree of danger that might fall on Mr. Lenya. Will you trust me here?

Killier looks into Flau's eyes, saying that this would be a serious place to talk through.

Frau, who had been taking such Killier's gaze for a while, eventually exhaled one howl, pulling out a piece of paper from a bunch of paper, and writing something about his expulsion there, slipped that paper toward Killier.

"It states the amount of material required. It's a document signed with Frau's permission to make a purchase from you."

"Thank you"

"I didn't totally believe it. Mostly God likes to twist and bend stories at his own convenience."

"That's... I thought it might be a bit of a worn view"

"If something happens that does harm to the master at all..."

Though Killier made me laugh bitterly, Frau keeps staring at Killier's face with all seriousness.

Killier's face began to draw slightly as she felt something black begin to mix with the atmosphere.

"Whatever it is, Frau will erase it."

"That's not Silky's dialogue, is it?

"... that's all we're talking about. I need you to work on it right away."

Killier, who once gave Frau permission to wave and encourage him to leave the room to help, though one day, tries to leave the office in a gracious manner.

Along the way, stopping at the door, Killier looked back at Frau over her shoulder and asked in a blur and one low voice.

"Really, what the hell are you?

"Frau is Frau. Nothing else."

"So is that. Now if you'll excuse me."

With a smile back at Frau's answer, Kirier waved over her shoulder. It was only this time that she left the office behind.