358 347 words. Duty of the nobility?

"Ivy, it's been a while"

"Yes. It's been a long time since Lord Foronda has either. How have you been?

I have exchanged a few faxes but haven't heard from him since he came to this village.

The last fax said we were going to Wang Capital, so I was going to send it after a little while.

"Um, do you know him?

Mr. Chickal, the owner of the Cologne store, calls out with a worrying look.

"Yes, I know him"

"Oh, you're my friend, right?

A friend?

Speaking of which, it said to be your friend by fax, was that for real?

"Right. He's a friend."

Lord Foronda's uncomfortable and unattainable atmosphere when he first met him has completely disappeared.

The first time I noticed the change was a few days after I heard that the criminal organization thing had been cleaned up to some extent, when I happened to meet him in town.

I didn't realize it was him for a moment after being called out with a smile.

I quickly found out who I was and hurried back to say hello, but I was really surprised then.

Lord Foronda said he couldn't get distracted without knowing where the organization's people were lurking.

When I was able to catch up, people were flabbergasted to see if it was something that changed their face that much.

"Uh, if we're gonna talk, we have a place, shall we open it?

After Mr. Chickal gives us a surprised look at our conversation, he comes out of the counter and unlocks the nearby room.

"What is it, this room?

A peek inside reveals that the furniture is slightly more luxurious.

"Nobles come to this village festival with patience, so this is a room that they have ready to use when they work or meet someone. Well, I don't really use it."

Do you sometimes use too much?

Speaking of which, how could Lord Foronda be in this village?

"Thanks. Can I rent you a room? I'll pay you."

"No, no, that's fine. If you're friends with Mr. Ivy, you can have it for free."

"Really? Thank you."

"No, you're noble, aren't you? He said he was a lord earlier."

"Yeah, my name is Foronda and I'm lord of Otrewa town. See you later."

"Nice to meet you. There's a better one for the aristocrats, isn't there? Thank you very much for earlier. We almost caused a lot of trouble to our customers. No, I already called. I'm sorry about Mr. Druid, too. Were you okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Mr. Chickal gives a look of sorrow to Mr. Druid, who was entangled in nobility.

"Excuse me, I apologize as a man of the same nobility"

"No, Lord Foronda will never apologize. This one was saved."

"That shit...... excuse me. You can't because you have light-headed scraps, can you? The nobles."

I changed the language, but does it make sense?

Nevertheless, Mr. Chickal is surprised because he vomits poison with a very calm look.

I was watching one of those scales by fax, so I'm fine.

Mr. Druid still has a bitter laugh because he also reads and knows the fax with him.

"Room, but I'll rent it. Because I want to take the time to talk to the Ivies."

"Yes. Take your time"

Enter the room with Lord Foronda and me and Mr. Druid.

Sitting on the couch, it's fluffy.

A little more fluffy than the couch in Mr. Gilmouth's room.

Makes me want to play a little, but I need to be patient.

"Excuse me, I'll leave you a drink"

"Thank you"

Mr. Chickal distracted me and brought me some tea.

"Speaking of which, you still didn't say hello. Mr. Druid, I am a foronda who is lord of the town of Otolwa. Ivy took care of me and now I'm letting me build a friendship. Best regards,"

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm a Druid from All Towns and now I'm offering Ivy a trip. Please call me Druid."

That's kind of a strange sight.

I can't believe Lord Foronda and Mr. Druid face each other in Hathahi village.

"Speaking of which, why is Lord Foronda in this village?

"Hmm? To attend the festival, of course."

"What! Do you bump colored powdered dough into each other?

"Oh, sure."

I heard you were patient and noble people were in on it, but it's true.

"Well, because this is also the duty of the nobility"

The duty of the nobility?

It's about bumping colored powder dough into each other?

"You seem to have misunderstood something. It is the duty of the nobility to attend the festival."

I see.

"I got a lot of invitations because I got a name for that criminal organization. Nobles don't have that much problem saying no, but when they're invited to the festival by a town or village, they need to participate as nobles to some extent. You're not feeling well if you keep saying no. Even so, I will choose a festival to attend"

"It's kind of hard,"

You have a lot of nobility, too.

"The aristocratic party is about networking with local aristocrats. The festival is an opportunity to sell the town of Otrewa to the adventurers."

Networking and Otolwa Town Selling.

Lord Foronda is still an amazing man.

"Why did you choose the Hathahi Village Festival?

"The festival brings together adventurers from all over the country. Because my coming will spread the name of Otrewa Town. That town is understaffed right now."

"Is that an invitation to Hathahi Village?

"Yeah, that's right. I would like to say a few greetings during this festival."

That's right, I've been thinking about attending this festival since it started, but I think I'll join you a little early.

Oh, if I were to join you as an invitee, would I be pissed if I bumped the dough?

"Lord Foronda, when this festival begins, can I go and bump the colored powder dough?

"What? Ivy, are you gonna hit me?

"Of course!"

But can't you be an invitee?

"Fine. I'll be ready to wait."

I was feeling it in the exchange of faxes, but Lord Foronda is so intimate.

It's completely different from the first impression of being heartless and quiet.

"Is that okay?

Mr. Druid is tilting his neck.

He says he'd like it, so I'm sure he'll be fine.

"Well, it's time for me to go. Also, I'd like to talk to you slowly, okay?

"Yes, I'm fine"

When Lord Foronda rose from the couch and shook hands with Mr. Druid, he left the Inn in Cologne.

After dropping him off at the front door of the inn, he goes back to the room he rented.

"Mr. Chickal needs you to lock the room."

"Right."

Bring the tea you brought, etc. on the tray.

Keep the tray, look for Mr. Chickal but he's not at the counter.

As we headed straight to the dining room, we found ourselves cooking.

"Thank you for the place and the tea, Mr. Chickal"

"Hmm? Is that enough?

"Yes, it was a pleasure talking to you, Mr. Chickal."

When me and Mr. Druid bow their heads, Mr. Chickal shows you in a hurry.

What's the matter with you?

"Are you two aristocrats?

Us?

I look at Mr. Druid too surprised.

He also looked at me with a surprised look.

The gaze brings a laugh to my eyes.

We're nobles, that's not it.

"No, I'm not."

When Mr. Druid laughed and denied it, he heard a distracted voice from Mr. Chickal.

"Good."

Seems to have been misunderstood for speaking amicably with Lord Foronda.