864 684. The Princess of Destruction wants to persuade.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The day before my birthday.

Val's anger sounds gutsy all over the room.

It was at the beginning that we welcomed them in our rooms, who finished delivering from all the countries today as planned. The deliveries are all festive items and writings from the royal family, invitees who cannot attend tomorrow's birthday.

It's also my first job since I got back to work as a delivery guy that was frozen.

Since my recovery and the victory of the Kingdom of Friesia also overlapped this time, they were to keep a significant amount of all the celebratory items from the first country. As a result, Val visited many more allies in one day today, returning to our country and repeating himself to the next.

Without them, until tomorrow, the castle gates would have bounced back in a queue of giveaways from all countries. I really appreciate their express delivery to and from many countries in a day when I think so. Although it has become quite a heavy labor for my first job of returning.

As a result, it was already close to evening when he finished all the deliveries. I invited him to the guest room after the last reception in order to work Val, who accumulated a lot of "big stuff for nothing" … there were two other important requirements.

I felt bad when I said I was in a good mood, but I offered him an amount that further increased the bounty for this previous underground work.

My uncle Vest originally inspired me, and the usual sachets of skin were pampered. It would be quite a little rich if the bounty of the recapture battle were combined already. Perhaps wealthier than the subordinate nobility of the province if only the amount of ownership.

Val also checked with his own eyes the contents of the cloth bag, which was so packed that there was no sound when he waved the reward in one hand. Then I tied it to my waist the size that I couldn't get into my clothes. He also hung a large cloth bag that looked like a bounty the last time he gave it to Chirali from under his top. I'm kind of sorry for the extra baggage. Because every day I added more luggage to people carrying even sand-packed bags.

His anger also subsided a little on the reward commensurate with his labor, and Sefek and Chemetho even gave him their annual birthday present. Val was mostly in a better mood after receiving it carefully and thanking him. "If I'm done with my errands, I'm leaving," he told him, not even tongue-in-cheek anymore.

So I thought now was the time to pull him off and finally tell him one of the main issues. Let's start with the Anger Project for sure.

About the International Postal Organisation, one of which will be announced tomorrow, and Cedric, who will… be the postmaster.

It was at first that he was listening to me with a feeling of "heh" and Val and "wow!" Chemetho and Sefek were thrilled, "but Val's face became obviously more rude as soon as we talked about Cedric. They just got a bad feeling about the name.

International postal service.

This international organisation, which takes place jointly with my country and the United Kingdom of Hannaz, is a postal service that focuses on mutual allies and peaceful nations.

Until now, only the main route has been between our country and other countries, but if the international postal service can, the network will be facilitated not only between our countries but also between countries. Kuruku is also expected to create a post office for the people of our country. Cedric oversees its important international postal service. And the fact that the chief officer of the international postal service is him naturally means that Val, the delivery man,

It would mean Cedric's men.

'I found out where I was apologized for. This way. Stay out of my way, don't come near me, don't get on the edge with Temehe, don't get dusty.'

'I get it......'

"It's not for Temehe. Don't get involved with me."

'I'm sorry...'

Every time Val tells me not to get involved, I remember Cedric, who admitted at first, just apologizing undeniably the next time.

It was my first meeting with Val, and my first visit after the recapture war. It was Cedric who acknowledged it because the postmaster had not yet been finalized when he first met him, but Cedric also knew that after the recapture war it was impossible for Val to get involved with him and himself, the deliverymen to the boulders, no matter how much he hated them.

As a first position, the "delivery person" remains, and the business details do not change that much. Instead, I get more jobs, more rewards, and basically, as always, deliveries to the royalty of the Kingdom of Friesia are delivered to me. It's just that sometimes Hanazoo and other countries send mail to other countries as a matter of urgency.

We're going to recruit both human resources and special abilities suitable for delivery, but the best people for long-distance express as Val probably won't show up. I was grandly given a position alongside Cedric if he wasn't a sinner, but it was very difficult. Still, Val gets the job description, the compensation, the job title, and so on...!

"Why do I have to get involved with the fucking kid any more?"

It still seems that as Val, that's where I'm most unhappy.

Whether it's about a previous cookie, or because he hates royalty, Val doesn't want to get involved with him. Leon and I are pretty good friends, Val, but he seems perfectly sorry about this any more.

Even after hearing the explanation, Val, whose dissatisfaction does not disappear, keeps his voice absurd. "By virtue of that stupid prince and..." he warped his face like he bit the bitter bug. Seems pretty nasty.

"So, but not right now! I made the system, but in the future, I started recruiting people, and Cedric decided to assign each of them to the center, and I trained them, and I took the time to get it all in order before I started, and... but then I just said that I would be more involved with Cedric."

"That's what I'm kidding."

Leave it to the dang and the anger and your fists will slap you down on the floor.

Angry for stripping teeth like fangs, Val is by far the best anger in the delivery relationship. He exhales so hot that he is likely to exhale fire even now, and Tiara is also horny on the couch to Val, who makes his eyes run bloody.

While Arthur and Deputy Eric, who took turns as Kingsguard knights, were flaunting Val with the cancer running out, the eyes of Style, who got permission from Uncle Vest to be present with me, were so cold and scary. Only Sefek and Chemetho remained bystanders without changing one complexion. They're basically both good.

"It's good to be an international postal service, but our job is to deliver freesia! That's more than anything else, with a stupid prince."

"Due to this.... the International Postal Service is one of the two largest institutions that will take place in your name, sister. Both the merit and the responsibility lie with your sister.

Suddenly. I try to apply Val's words. The style breaks in with just my voice.

Shortly afterwards Val's mouth stopped and his shoulders swayed gently to react with Pickle. Turning to Style, he put his arms around him and only pointed a cold eye at Val. On the other hand, Val, with his face rugged, had his sharp eyes pointed at me for some reason, not the style, with his mouth tied to one letter. No, actually, regardless of the responsibility, the feat is also huge for the Hanazoo United Kingdom and Cedric, who will be powerful!

"Your position at the International Postal Service is also the result of your best efforts to take into account. Besides, if you refuse to make contact with King Cedric's brother, he will inevitably send a message to you. Sister, you have to step in between for instructions from him. [M]

Pique, Val's shoulder reacts with a pique and rugged face.

Replying while shaking his body, the tongue pounding rang again and again. Start on the way out to poor slack. He looked very frustrated and his eyes were the only ones staring at me upwards.

"............... and. I think it would be convenient for you to have King Cedric's brother as your only boss at the International Postal Service.

"... what do you mean?

Finally, that vicious look moves from me to Stayle.

Style also matched that gaze with each face, "Think about it," he continued to Val with his still calm voice.

"Being a former sinner, your position is best and there. And the postmaster, who heads the international postal service, is a necessary position.... me, my sister, and Tiara can't take care of that. We have a different role to decide on in the future.

Queen to Regent, and sister to king. You're absolutely right.

One of us can't be the postmaster. That's why Cedric, the king brother of Hanazoo, was a qualified character. There are already prime ministers and regents in Hanazoo, and Cedric can devote himself to the postmaster without any problems.

Val is still unconvinced by Stayle's story and silent. My mouth remains tied, but my eyes say, "What's wrong with that?" Then Style exhales once and then increases the absolute zero of his eyes even more.

"King Cedric's brother sees favorably against you because of the defensive battle. And because I'm grateful, I'm even lower than I need to be with you. Just like Prince Leon, I forgive disrespect from you, and even the slightest degree of violence.... that must be puzzling and creepy for you.

Now the tongue pounding came back.

You're right, it would mean. Yes, there was still a reason Val was tired of Cedric. He is disgusted because he is as intimate and low on his hips to Val as Leon is because he is going to feel unnecessarily sick and be packed even further.

"But what if the postmaster becomes someone else?

... Here, Val's expression changed dramatically.

Until just now, I was in a state of surprise, discomfort, discomfort and fury boiled down, but I opened my eyes once and for all to Style's words. He also stopped pounding his tongue and his head seemed to think visibly of something as if he'd just noticed it. The change in his expression makes the style even more of a chase.

"Possibility is nobility or royalty of other allies...... It's no surprise that the person has looked down on you in a way that is more transgressive than necessary.

To my men, it's not hard to imagine the treatment of Val the ex-con rather than.

In royalty and nobility, no matter how personably good they are, they are more likely to see the former sinner Val badly. There are few strange eyes on him with brown-skinned skin that is rare in the continent, even though the appearance of viciousness is even worse. If you're an advanced level person, extra.

Val also reinvigorated his facial muscles as he chewed up Stile's words. I guess that's something I could easily imagine for him.

"If you do it badly, it can be on you, not you."... but never with King Cedric's brother.

Val, who engraved a wrinkle between his eyebrows, also stopped moving uncomfortably as the fever also dropped with his mouth tied.

Instead I scratch my head gassy and look at Cefek and Chemetho just with my eyes. From the position I had just sat in while I was front-loading, I reassembled my legs and poked my cheek wand at my knees.

The eyebrows still remained centered, although the sharpness of the eyes like earlier disappeared. Tilt your face to the left and right as if it were going to grind. To the ultimate choice like the north wind and the sun, I finally threw up a small "shit" to thank you.

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"That's settled.

To a clearly stated style, Val scratched his neck galloping this time from his head after a deep sigh.

Though the grievances remain, they still seem to have chosen Cedric for a better working environment for Cefek and Chemetho. Cedric would never do anything bad to Val, Cefek and Chemetho, and Ning Ro would do his best. A mastermind style well influenced by boulder genius strategist Chancellor Gilbert. He persuaded Val beautifully.... Somehow, I'm very unfortunate.

Sefek and Chemetho said, "Are you good?" "I don't hate Prince Cedric," Val stood up carelessly as he spoke. When you confirm to me that you are done with your errands, you take the bag you were rolling on your shoulders.

"Oh, you know. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it from you.

"You even come by with permission to punch a stupid prince.

If I complained with regret that I threw a whole lot of persuasion at Stayle and that I was in the form of half a threat, they still turned my back on me.

At the end of the day, Val, who only waved at me with a leech, leaves the room with the two of them saying we're going straight. When I escorted him to the front of Wang Jiu so as to chase him, he only hung up his voice without turning around as he dived the gate.... Do you dislike it or congratulate?

But I've never seen Val celebrate with words, and Sefek and Chemetho smiled and waved "Happy Birthday" as he fished for me, so I was pretty healed thanks to him...................... that. Like I forgot to say something. No, but anyway.

"Oh, thank you, Stayle. That was very helpful.

"As much as this is natural as your assistant. Because it's me.

Style was a little proud to give it back with a soft smile to thank him.

I dropped off the Val's shadows until they were smaller, and from there, I will be chased to prepare for tomorrow.

Try on a dress or meet with the upper echelons or the United Kingdom of Hanazu. Not only me, but Stayle and Tiara got rushed out of there like a fire. Be sure to make tomorrow's birthday a success.... and

Now it's time to make a good report in front of our guests.

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"Good night, Arthur, Deputy Eric. Thank you again tomorrow.

Bedtime.

Having spoken more than planned with Val, I repeated tomorrow's confirmation work until bedtime was critical.

Style and Tiara, who were together for dinner, have remained in each room since shortly thereafter. I greeted Arthur and Deputy Eric in front of the room returning from the Knight of Kingsguard's reign, at that time.

"............... Um.

Unexpectedly, Arthur leaked a blur.

I'm Arthur, who had a smaller mouth today than usual, but Deputy Eric moves his eyebrows strangely into the submerged voice that even the dumping dog is hiding behind his back. I don't know either. Tilt your neck. What's wrong? And he asked, and Arthur, with his mouth firmly tied, shook his gaze in various ways, "Ah... that..."

Arthur's face was redder than it had just been for some reason when he said, "Give me your ears..." with a sweeping voice. Is it because of the tiredness with which I attached myself to various jobs? I dare you to turn your ears to Arthur as he tells me.

"Eh... excuse me"

After Lieutenant Eric takes a step back, he comes closer to his mouth with a very scary hand.

After I heard the sound clearly, Arthur whispered in my ear with a really breathtaking lurking voice.

"... eh...." Tonight... please.

Tonight.

The meaning of the word was immediately understood.