Chapter 529. Do you have to do the math? (4) + To prepare for a new time (1) Nerell turned his head away from his brother and started eye wrestling with the papers again.
Delneph seemed to have thought that it was no longer a hindrance, and backed off meekly.
[…] … If you change your mind, come back anytime.]
What stopped him for a moment were those few small words he heard from behind.
[Yes Lel.]
[Just come back. At that time, I will definitely fix that rotten spirit and eat it properly.]
[…] … Do as you please.]
Delnef responded in a low voice as well and closed the office door.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion or not, but at least the footsteps sounded a bit light.
[…] … Maybe it would have been different if I had spoken sooner?]
Nerell muttered regretfully.
It’s not like he doesn’t know what his brother thinks.
Even if he has to come back here, it will be difficult for him to shake off his worries.
For now, let’s wait for the departure of the younger brother for the time being.
It was when Nerel finally turned to the papers.
[This?]
There is a piece of paper that I haven’t seen before.
It is a document that I had never seen before.
Feeling uncomfortable, Nerell inspected the paper and involuntarily opened her mouth.
Why didn’t I notice this?
It must have been secretly inserted by magic while he was talking.
[Del!]
She hurriedly opened the window and called for her brother, but he had already left.
[You idiot!]
She clutched the paper and looked up in the direction he had left.
* * *
Around that time, we are riding on Delneph’s back as we did when we came back.
“Delnef you. Is that really enough?”
[…] … does not repeat I have no regrets.]
Delnef replied casually.
“teacher? What are you talking about?”
Shen, not knowing the circumstances, asked.
Come to think of it, this guy was away when we were doing a certain deal.
It’s not even something to hide.
“Nothing. This hugu asked me to pay some debt.”
“… … debt? You mean?”
Shen didn’t seem to understand.
That’s right, usually, debt is lost when it is inevitable, not because you have to ask for it.
[…] … Stop talking nonsense.]
“What do you think? That you deliberately bowed your head and borrowed money from me for your half-brother. It’s not something to hide, is it?”
Maybe it’s rather a joke.
Nerell must have noticed by now and was startled.
Before we left, Delneph asked me to borrow funds and resources in his name.
Funds for future social advancement.
And the resources are for this place that was damaged in this battle.
Of course, the cost is not cheap.
It’s Delnef’s personal debt, and to pay it off, this guy will have to work for 300-400 years at least.
By the way, it wasn’t because I had a part-time job like I do now.
It is the result of calculating the money I will earn while helping in my new business.
Still, this guy was willing to take on the debt.
“Because you’re not being honest either.”
[noisy. It’s just for the sake of my own people.]
“Yes, yes. It will.”
I sighed and didn’t ask anymore.
This guy chose it, so he will take care of it.
I just hope that the labor of the debtor dragon to make money in the future will be active.
To prepare for a new period (1) after returning home.
I rolled around on the bed that I had longed for as if filling up the laziness gauge that had been pushed back, and after that, I proceeded with the investigation on the tombstone while checking the manor affairs properly.
The investigation itself wasn’t too difficult.
As long as there is a sample in front of you, the only thing left is to peel it off and dig it up.
Thanks to this, the path of the leyline and its effect on the terrain were grasped.
‘… … The problem is, I can’t laugh at the result.’
Well, we’ll talk about that later when everyone, including Rerensen, gets together.
A few more minor things were left behind.
Basic tasks were reviewed through the alter ego left here and handled while appropriately passing them on to others, so there was nothing difficult.
what i’m talking about now
It was caused by the new things I brought after visiting and returning to the city of dragons.
And because of that, a heavy silence now hangs over the forge.
Although the heat of the furnace is no different from usual.
Artisans, excluding blacksmith apprentices… … In particular, the Dwarves seriously immersed themselves in their busy work.
“… … Arell. You brought something pretty crazy.”
Aken scratched his head and grumbled.
It’s not me who doesn’t know what that guy wants to say.
“Hmm? I don’t know what you mean.”
However, I deliberately took off the pretense.
Wouldn’t it be fun to be honest about it?
“I just came here because I was worried because the atmosphere at the blacksmith shop was chaotic today, so I wondered if something had happened?”
“… … It is too.”
But even teasing him should take a day or two.
Now that it’s been quite a long time, these guys have increased their notice.
You know that there is no point in asking me any more.
Aken ruffled through his hair and pointed to the side of the forge.
“When I came this morning, I suddenly found that there was a pile of things like that.”
At the place he pointed to, there is a bit of junk piled up.
Dragon scales and some other materials.
These are the things I picked up in advance from the Dragon City.
“But no one knew who brought it in. Do you think it makes sense?”
“Is that a big deal? Whoop whoop whoop.”
I deliberately pretended not to know.
“Isn’t it a gift someone brought to the good blacksmith?”
Nobody laughs at jokes like this.
Anyway, they will be paying attention to some extent.
Doesn’t it make sense if you think about it for a bit?
Who in this city would bring things away from prying eyes?
Even more so, dragon materials are rare items whose price rises even if they are put on the market right away.
Of course, Archen would know that I was involved.
“… … Right. Come to think of it, I recently received a strange call from a relative.”
“Wonderful? Are your relatives dwarves?”
“okay. He’s the guy who lives in Kelly.
That’s what he said. An envoy with a strange atmosphere came and went recently.”
It’s a strange atmosphere… … .
“I don’t know what you mean.”
Ha ha ha ha ha. Arell knows nothing!
“… … done. I just knew the rumors were true. Above all, that level of material is welcome. I don’t know who brought it, but I’ll use it without hesitation.”
“Feel free to use it. And since you’re rumored, I’ll tell you one more thing.”
For now, it seemed like a good idea to ask.
“I heard that sooner or later, that level of material might be officially distributed. So feel free to write.”
“… … Did you find the graves of dragons?”
“well?”
It’s more than a grave, but there’s no reason to tell you there yet.
“anyway. Let’s generously use what we already have… … Yes, it would be nice to use it on weapons or armor if possible.”
“weapon… … la. Do you think there will be another war?”
Archen’s expression wasn’t very bright.
He knows that too.
Even though I have a very bright personality… …
I can’t lose.
Even so, I’m not the kind of person who would say meaningless nonsense.
Up until now, the only time I had openly talked about developing weapons or weapons was when the world was in chaos.
But that was only when there was one sign or incident.
Nothing has happened yet.
At least from their point of view, the world is still peaceful.
“well? Still, shouldn’t we be prepared?”
I can’t tell you yet.
So I turned around and said.
“You have come in with valuable materials.
I just want to use it to look at weapons made from dragon material.
Isn’t that the dream a man always dreams of?”
“… … Hmm, you know that.”
Arken rolled up his arms as if he understood and began examining the materials one by one.
“Ah, yes. Didn’t they say that these materials would still be officially distributed?”
“There are rumors like that.”
It’s a rumor anyway. Don’t be mistaken.
“so? If the rumors are true, how far do you think they will go?”
“well? I don’t know where else, but at least… …
I smile.
“Wouldn’t our Pahilia come in enough to make a scarecrow that chases birds with the scales?”
I heard that dragons shed every season.
“It might be delicious if you eat it with a spoon made of dragon scales.”
It’s only been a while since Arel was joking with the blacksmiths.
Hattia, the queen of Kelia, a country of heterogeneous tribes, had to suffer from the illusion that she was suffering from a headache even though she did not drink alcohol.
“Mmmm.”
Hunger for alcohol than usual
Of course, being a leader is not easy.
To put it mildly, there are more days when I feel uncomfortable.
The representatives of each tribe are still selfish, and they have to change the tables in the conference room every day.
Recently, I secretly heard one of the ladies-in-waiting complaining, “Sometimes the concept of a meeting in this country seems to have changed to a bet on who will break the chair and the table first,” and I was shocked inside.
In addition, the secret villa that was hidden a while ago was secretly robbed by someone.
‘Ugh!’
In fact, it hurts even more.
I hid several things to stand out when I was alone.
It was obvious without knowing who did it.
The skeleton that caused it is now hung upside down on top of the castle.
Do not reflect.
But petty anxieties of that kind would be nothing before the reason for her agony.
Right now, the reason is that he just blinked his eyes, unaware of Hetia’s feelings.
A woman with dark hair and sharp eyes sitting across from the table now.
She finally noticed that Hetia was acting strangely and asked.
“Why, however, queen of a different race?”
“Oh, nothing… … no no… … yes… … no.”
Hetia tried to answer in an arrogant tone like the other times, but managed to correct her tone.
Even against the kings of other countries, they do not do this.
She was always arrogant and tried to pretend to be confident.
But the person she’s talking to right now isn’t good.
She has no choice but to be cautious because she never knows what will happen if she chooses the wrong words.
“Yeah… … Nerell?”
Hetia cautiously called her name.
Those who came to this place suddenly not long ago.
At first I thought it was nothing and ignored it.
However, hearing about their identities, Hetia had the urge to pass out after biting into bubbles.
The opponent who came to visit is a dragon… … .
Those who disappeared 300 years ago suddenly came to visit.
It was a relief that I didn’t actually pass out.
‘… … I thought I would never see them, at least in my generation.’
In the past, when they were active across the continent, it is said that each tribe had a policy that was passed down from generation to generation.
aka D measures.
It is said to be a manual to cater to those who are arrogant, selfish, and always in a mood.
However, it is said that it was lost during their absence for 300 years.
