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Episode 63: The Old Man Is A Daddy

"Suddenly, I want to buy a slave"

"That's really abrupt. Explain what the hell happened and what happened."

He raises his voice as if Kusukha was frightened with his gaze dropped at hand. Clothes that are about to be knitted on hand.

Yes, it's about to be knitted.

I don't understand watching how it works, but Arkenia weaves cloth out of yarn without even using a weaver - no, they braid. My daughters have taunted me a lot. This is how I knit my clothes these days if I have a little free time. I never really get tired of watching my hands and four spiders on the front side with the same five fingers as humans craftily move to make cloth and make clothes, cushions and bedding.

"Yeah, you've got enough people to do simple labor, but you don't have enough educators and clerical methods and all that, do you? I thought I'd get those layers quickly and easily."

"I see, it makes sense. But Lord, didn't your Lord bother to hide the Beast Man because he hates that?

"That's a little different. There's not much to think about slavery itself. The only thing I didn't care about was the irrationality of having to be enslaved just because I was an animal man."

"Hmm, why not? Humans exclude people whose appearance and culture are very different from yours?

"Well, you are. Even in the world I was in, there was constant strife over skin color differences, language differences, religious and ideological differences, ethnic and cultural differences, and so on. I'm pretty sure there's an instinct, an instinct, to exclude something different from yourself as human nature."

In fact, problems caused by cultural differences are occurring in Clover, the capital city.

For example, the Beast tribe considers it humiliating to be mowed to the point where the skin of the beast is visible, but without knowing it, the people of the river mowed the hair of the Beast tribe's children with a bushel and their parents yelled in, or vice versa, if the child of the river toddler took a bath in the water with the Beast tribe's children, and the adult of the Beast tribe who was looking after them wiped it well to the water on the river's child's plate with good intentions, and the child of the river was dying, or if the horse that could be done Yamato gave the spare divine silver hoof pain (which seems to happen when he spends a long time on a cobblestone between the Beast with hooves and Centaur), the act would be synonymous with applying for an engagement in Centaurism, so that he would be dangerously electrocuted into marriage.

Because such things, or interesting events, occur every day, I let the Antilles gather such information and divide it into three morning, noon, and evening sessions to inform people's gatherings. They're also suited for this kind of work because they share information between individuals quickly and because of their ability to process information. The Antilles are too capable. One of these days I'll have you standing in the streets instead of payphones.

"You can always tell by discussing it, I know what an ideal theory I am too... but being willing and able to use words to interact is equivalent in principle to me? Qualified? I can't find the right word, but for now, you don't think it's going to change your character as a single being. Of course, there will be differences in physical abilities between races and individuals, and there will be differences in economic power, differences in social positions, and so on."

Kuzha stops and listens to my words. I decided to keep my words up because I would snort and spur ahead.

"I think it's wrong to think that people are less than human just because they look different. I can't believe I have to live in a place far from safe just because I'm not human. Fortunately, I had enough power to put it through. So, well, you said you wanted to try whatever you wanted. If the world isn't in line with my thoughts today, I told you I was going to make a place for you to realize my thoughts... uh, what are you talking about?

"Let's talk about buying slaves. I thought after listening, shouldn't we still use human slavery? If the Lord himself keeps us all away from humans because we will not be good at humans, we will fall to the ground. If the Lord's goal is to create a place where people and demons can live together, it's better than that."

"Really...? Maybe."

"Um, yeah. You should talk to your wife as well as your concubine. I wonder if Lord Fram or Lord Deborah would be good."

That's what Kusuha said, knitting a nearly knitted cloth into a cage made of plants, and then he moved it and its big spider lower limbs and walked up to me.

And start packing me in silence.

"Hey wait, why pack"

"Um, I'm cumming at the way you talk about the Lord's aspirations. Why don't we just take a little break and spill it in?"

"Wow carnivore. Besides, I can't laugh that the word" carnivore "doesn't get plain stylish."

"Don't worry, don't be nice to him. Why don't we have some fun with the tail? My concubine wants a little help with the Lord soon."

"It's such a shame they want kids from the front - hey, stop hugging princesses and stuff on top of that! If someone sees me, I won't be able to go to my son-in-law!

"Ha, now, now."

The tea was devoured after this.

I want you to stop licking bites gussets and people's life blood and trance when you're really too excited.

"Welcome back, Master Hall"

"I'm out of time, I'm sorry. Oh, this is a souvenir."

"This is... Hmm, booze is something I've never seen before. Besides, is this dried fruit and spices from the Kingdom of Geppelus? The spices of the Kingdom of Geppelus have been thin these days, thank you very much."

Mr. Jack, who received a souvenir from me, said so with a really happy face before showing it in perfect gratitude. Mabel behind his diagonal looks happy too. She must be happy with the dried fruit on her dates. It should never be a smile that you can step on me. Maybe.

I'll get a massage later, though.

This is the mansion of Alfen, the king's capital. Me and Marl's first stronghold.

"How's Fram doing?

"I thought you were at the Marquis of Jazz by now."

"Oh, Zontark."

The Marquis of the Bad Man. The Marquis Zontark-von Meister is one of the few aristocrats in Calendill I date. I'm not sure because I'm not interested in Karendyl's position in the royal palace or anything, but when it comes to "I'm in charge" within the Karendyl kingdom, it's that wicked old man.

I have demanded a lot of things that are imperfect, but I am also returning a good return for it. Well, it would be a good relationship. He is a key counterparty and a friend. No, I don't know if it's appropriate to describe this relationship as a friend.

"How'd it go with Flam?

"You seem a little tired to come."

"Well, I guess so..."

While laughing bitterly, today I make up my mind to try to make Flam work as hard as I can.

For the past two weeks or so, Flam has been asked to travel to Alfen, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Calendir. Because Fram himself really had to stay in the king's capital, Alfen, in the formality of the procedure for marrying Fram, and in addition to that, he needed to negotiate with a commercial guild.

There was a super competent butler here, Mr. Jack, and a wicked zontark I could handle, so Flam was doing those jobs on his own while they assisted him. I don't know about the ghost tribe, but I didn't have a lot of faces either.

"So, what's going on with the tail?

"Commercial guilders are already starting to move. Was it that merchant, Huey? That's pretty eye-catching. We've already put together some stories."

"I see. Well, my impotence involved a lot of things, too."

It seems Huey had already put together some talking to move supplies and personnel to Crossroads, the nearest city in the territorial capital Clover. With my money.

Hey, instead of the giraffe grey, it's totally black! You're not running your customers' money on your own. Although it was good because it turned out to be O'Rei, if this was opening in three years or something, I'd have almost physically blown his neck off.

"Because you were signing a statement to the effect that the Hall would entrust the management of the funds deposited with the Alliance. Though the denomination was 1000 gold coins."

"Speaking of which, I don't even feel like I signed those papers."

It wasn't embezzlement or black at all. I was just appropriately signing. Heh heh.

Incidentally, one gold coin is worth about 100,000 yen, so it will be worth about 100 million yen for 1000 gold coins. It sucks how my sense of money collapses when I leave 100 million yen operation to Pong and forget about it.

'Cause you don't really feel it,' cause you don't really use it. In this world, you can make your own weapons, especially those that cost money, you can have Mr. Perron build your own protective equipment with ingredients, you can make your own marl for medicines, and you can already make your own kind of magic equipment. Besides, I don't even use it to play with women because I can hold all the good women around. I make my own accessories after I even take my blacksmith skills as a gift.

Sometimes I give clothes and food, but it's not a lot of money, or my daughters don't stick to things much. I'd be happy to give you accessories. Oh that wouldn't even be a gift that often...... no, should I give it more?

"Mr. Jack, I was wondering if I should give more presents and stuff to my daughters?

"Hmm...... right. From now on, your wives will sometimes face the social world. In that case, dresses and accessories will be the armor of your wives and weapons. It's something that requires quantity as well as quality, so would it be nice to be given something like that?

"I see. If that's the case, would it be a good idea to introduce Zontark to the handover?"

"I was wondering if you'd like that."


If so, would you like to visit the Mansion of Zontark?

I told Mr. Jack and Mabel I was staying at this mansion today, and I changed into some pretty good clothes before leaving the mansion. The less aristocratic outfit is so rugged that it stands out like a knightly garment that you can tell is made of fine fabric at a glance.

Now you'll look like a part-time knight or a noble young man if you keep your sword hanging on your hips. Maybe.

Exit the mansion and keep on foot to the Zontark mansion. Mr. Jack asked me if I would call a carriage, but I said no. I haven't walked the King's capital, Alphen, for a while, so I wanted to observe the streets a little bit.

My mansion in the Wang capital Alfen is located in a section that hits the inside of the Third Wall and is called "Inside the Wall". It is a compartment dominated by lower nobles such as wealthy merchants and knights, soldiers and their families, and quite a spacious compartment. Since there are many fine inns and shops within this wall, the adventurers who are making money are often also in this section.

"You seem to have lost a lot of people."

After a short walk I squirm.

When I walked before, the neighboring villagers who had evacuated to the king's capital, Alfen, were overflowing within this wall, but now it seems to be largely calm too. Probably because the aftermath of the flood is also getting cleaned up and the villagers are starting to get back to where they started.

The adventurer also stands out. Probably because of the high demand for the transportation of supplies to each village, their escorts and the remnants of the demon hunt that occurred in the Great Flood. Many peasants may have turned to adventurers in the run-up to coming out of rural villages because of it. After all, girls don't inherit farmland after their second son or anything, and it's tough.

I also wondered if there was anything to be gained about making the city, but there was nothing very helpful about the ordinary streets. Because I'm not even an expert, maybe I just don't know it from looking at it. I just figured that the size of the boulevard should still be taken enough for the carriage to come and go at leisure. Especially the intersection looks like it should be built big. The carriage doesn't look as good as the automobile.

And maybe we should separate the driveway from the sidewalk to reduce the number of accidents. I guess I should be a step higher on the curb, just like the original world.

With that in mind, we arrive in the aristocratic district through the Second Wall. You thought you were noble from my outfit, or because you knew my face. I could normally cross the gate without being particularly blamed.

One piece of garbage hasn't always fallen off in the aristocratic district because the professional cleaning husband is always cleaning to keep the road clean. The carriage passes, so horse shit and the like are also pumped out there, but the cleaning husband shows up from nowhere to clean the road quickly. The horse manure as well as the pisser is promptly cleaned with a purifying magic prop. It's a little unusual.

Later I asked Mr Jack that there had been a plague caused by the fact that he had been unhygienic a few decades earlier. Drawing on that lesson, do the aristocrats living in the Wang capital pay each other to hire cleaning husbands to thoroughly preserve the sanitary environment of the aristocracy? Only the aristocratic district.

But it is certainly important to maintain a hygienic environment. The territorial capital clover is equipped with clean water sewers, but in time there will be the need for garbage collection, etc. The quick thing to do is burn it, but that will require fuel. Fortunately, there are trees around the territorial capital clover, so it's essential for fuel, but that's not infinite.

There's no such thing as corner magic, so you should keep an eye on building a waste disposal plant that makes full use of magic. The ideal is not just to burn, but preferably to convert to fertilizer or something... but I wonder if there is any magic that promotes rot. Shall we look into it next time?

He walked through the aristocratic district with a hard time thinking about it and quickly reached the Marquis residence of Meister, the mansion of Zontark. It is a large mansion surrounded by beautiful stone walls, taller than mine. The lawn in the front yard, which can be seen beyond the gate, is blue even though it is about the end of autumn, and you can see that it is given some special care.

In front of the gate were two gatekeepers armed with light armor and spears, pointing their sharp gaze around without the appearance of being relaxed that they would be free just to stand. Those eyes caught me, and they immediately saluted me with their hands on their chests.

"Good day. Our flam's here, isn't it?

"Yes, I believe you have met with your Excellency."

"Can you let me through?

"Of course, Lord Tysi. Please wait while we call the guide."

So said the gatekeeper, he stroked one like a brooch of brilliant stones on his collar, and groaned to the brooch of brilliant stones as he leaned over the guide. That Huishi brooch is an excellent way to have conversations between the same Huishi brooches that are paired. They can communicate within an approximate radius of one kilometer, ignoring all physical factors unless they are magically blocked.

It is a kind of magic tool that is excavated from the ruins of an ancient civilization dotted on this Pete continent, and it seems to be quite expensive. Apparently, the reason it gets expensive is because nobles buy it all. Well, it's convenient.

So, the guide's maid took me to Zontark's study.

"What the hell is going on?"

There was Fram, who was getting to the heavy desk in the study and fighting with some paperwork, and Zontark, who was standing on his side and doing something like advising Fram as if he were a teacher or something.

"There are so many troublesome procedures to make Lord Flam my daughter. This is how I struggle because there are many parts of me that need an autograph."

"What? Why would my flam be your daughter?"

"It's a matter of identity. Miss Flam was originally Sir - the third woman in the knight's house. You're not officially recited in the kingdom of Karendyl, but you're an approved brave man. Brave men are basically not imprisoned in their status as nobles, but in the kingdom of Karendyl they are customarily treated as counts. They're recited by the Viscount in the kingdom of Misclonia, but they're going to be counts sooner or later, right? I don't know how many siderooms, but I'm a slave in my capacity as the three daughters of the Sergeant."

Zontark laughs sarcastically and flaunts his shoulders.

"I can understand how uninteresting that feels, but that and this is due to your stubborn refusal to descend Princess Calunera. If you try to be a nobleman in the kingdom of Calendill, refuse to descend the royal daughter-in-law, the jazz-style terminal - well, wait, Tysi, calm down! Because I didn't say it, and I don't think so myself about Lord Fram!

You sensed the killing that came out the moment the word insulted Flam. Zontark panicked and raises his hands to pose as a surrender. You react fast inside, you old man.

Let me forgive you for the calm evil man's disfigured and funny look on his face.

"Oh man... some people say that anyway. That's where the story comes up about making me my adopted daughter. Miss Fram is a Marquis if she is my adopted daughter. And as an adoptive father, I am still in a position to be called the king's katana, and when my status is above mine, so is royalty or the duke - meaning that few can insult Miss Fram, who has become my adoptive daughter, face to face. You could still get slapped in the pussy."

"... well, I guess I can't help it like a pussy"

It would be the same in every world for a prominent being to be envied or jealous. No, that must be more intense in an aristocratic society. It's impossible to go around shutting that up one way or another, and it doesn't make any sense. That doesn't mean I don't have enough hands to flavor my fears that I can't even slap my pussy, but I just hope I don't mind.

"That's why I'm asking Miss Flam to be my adopted daughter. So... when are you gonna have a ceremony?

"Oh, it's a ceremony, it's a wedding... what am I supposed to do?

Even Flam, who had his eyes on the paperwork instead of just Zontark on my words, gives me a strange look. Why don't you stop looking at me like that because I'm going to puncture your heart?

"No, your affiliation's falling apart, isn't it? My daughter-in-law. Flam is the kingdom of Calendyl, and Mar and Tina are the kingdoms of Misscronia. Kusukha is a resident outside the concept of a country in the first place, Merkina is an elf in the Great Forest, and Deborah is, well, our inhabitant, right? And Karen, Shelley and Thetan would be too young. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to mention everyone, but I don't know what to do when I do. Make it a place, make it a style. I don't know what to do. There's too much trouble."

"You could name them all. Why don't we do it once in the kingdom of Misclonia, once in the kingdom of Calendil and once more in your territory? Well, Miss Fram's dress is very tailored."

"What? That's my first ear."

"That was over two months ago. Princess Marriel placed a tailoring order around the time you set out to acquire territory. They're deducting money from your commercial guild account."

I hadn't noticed at all. Yes.

I don't know because the management of the gold was throwing round commercial guilds and mares...... sorry for the pounding.

"Actually, even the Kingdom of Misscronia has me tailored one at a time. Except Mr. Kuszha made it himself."

You finished writing the paperwork, and Flam smiles as he puts the paperwork together.

"I'm sorry...... it's all about me"

"Never mind. I can't grasp it all and do anything alone without God. It's my wife who supports these places."

That's what I'm saying. I'm gonna turn red on my cheeks and look up at this one. Fram fishes me up. This one makes me kind of embarrassed too. Oh, my God. This kid is super cute.

"You can be hot, but you can do that alone"

When the atmosphere was about to get pink with the flam, I was stared at by the villain of Zontark. Speaking of which, I've never seen Zontark's wife or kids, but what kind of person is he? Ask him in person. If it's a mine, I'll be in trouble. Will you ask Mr. Jack next time?

"By the way, tell me about your wedding in this country. That's what I know."

"Mmm, right. In the case of aristocracy, it's often a temple or a ceremony in one's own mansion. In your case, the mansion is in full swing. You'll be ceremonial at the temple."

"I see... what am I supposed to do with the staging? Should I go tell that directly to the Temple?

"I'll follow the steps of the temple relationship over here. You can leave it up to Jack to create invitations and select destinations. As for the actual ceremonial carriage, Lord Fram - no, it would be good to have Fram and His Highness Marriel meet with the temple people."

"What do I do?

"Just give me the money."

"It's my wedding!

"Expecting something from you that I've been stretching out with Gudagda is a groundbreaking story."

I don't even hear too much honesty.

Beh, because I didn't think it was a pain in the ass or anything! Because I was just going to do it after the territory was getting somewhat calm and shaped! The Great Tree Sea has been stabilized to some extent and the exterior of the territorial capital has been prepared, and the streets for the Kingdom of Calendyl have been set to open, so they have begun to move!

My assertion was that Zontark was not even heard to be high by his daughter-in-law, including Flam and Marr, and was not left with a single hand at all. Awful, even though about half of it is true. I thought half of it was a pain in the ass.



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