Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

24 Dec 7442

It's Christmas Eve... but it seems that Ralpha and Bell will be fine with the boulders for events of previous life, especially for religions they don't even believe in. After the morning collaboration training, we are discussing a menu of lunches that we both want to have. I was also horrified that I didn't have to turn weird. If I had prepared a cake (something like that) or a gift poorly, they would have floated around and looked at Ralpha with the kind of eyes I felt sorry for him.

My brother is scheduled to arrive in Balduk next Thursday, and we should probably book an inn. Especially since I think it might be worse if I suck a day or two anyway. It's a long way from Keel. The men of the Third Squadron of the First Knights come to the Inn as they do every day these days, waiting with their necks long for their brother's arrival.

Even if my brother comes, I'll take my measurements in the King's Capital, and even if I don't rush that far, I won't let him get away with anything because this time I've decided to take an order from someone from the Third Squadron. Don't worry. Whenever I come back from the labyrinth and see a Knights man standing in front of the inn, I think so, but I can't even go under. Serving tea and saying, "Not yet." It has become a lot of trouble to ask you to go home.

The labyrinth does not advance as late, and it is difficult to break through the three layers. Oh, no, I've been to take a look at the four floors, and I can't even go to the small room for the transfer to the four floors. But it's taking too long. It takes a lot of time to move from two layers to three and see where the three layers have been transferred to their current location. If you don't know, you can repeat it until you move to a location you know, but that's too much trouble, and it never fills a three-tier map.

I bought (surprised to hear about it, what a 12 million Z) a large number of the maps that I currently get say are the highest accuracy, but I would still trust about half of them. It is difficult to get to the four layers in a stable manner without repeating the transfers and surveys over and over again and increasing the accuracy of the maps we are creating at each party. Even if you move to a place without a map, you can do somewhat impossibly and go to a small room with three layers of crystal bars of transfer, but if you suck, just three layers of breakthroughs is enough to take a whole day. I've tried several times, but without a decent three-tier map, it takes a lot of time to get into the labyrinth to get to the fourth tier, like 24 hours or 30 hours.

Even if you take a full rest before you go to the four layers, it's usually hard to get a decent rest because the floors in the three layers of the transfer are made like leveling a gotten stone wall. Simply put, it's hard to sleep. I take turns watching and can't get out of my tiredness trying to get some rest. Break through one and two layers in six hours, rest for about an hour in a small room with two layers of transfer, and then reach a small room with three layers of transfer in about six hours, if possible. So I want to rest overnight, spend about half a day breaking through four layers, and rest slowly in a small room with four layers of transition. This is the ideal.

Especially since we can afford magic in our case, we can actually rest quite advantageously in a small room with three layers of transfer. Easy. All you have to do is magic the earth and put a blanket on top of it. It's always on purpose that no one can reuse the dirt because it's been erased at the end of the day in 'Anti-Magic Field'. I don't know about keeping the labyrinth dirty, so I can reason with it if I want to. Well, I just don't want it to be like aid when everyone excretes or whatever you think because I always give it away with soil.

Six hours for a three-tier breakthrough. It would be difficult to say a three-tiered breakthrough without being able to do almost certainly that much of the schedule. If we can fill three layers of maps at the current pace, that's probably going to happen in about three months. Especially since this is an assumption if things go well, I think it is likely to slip back for about a month or two. Well, even so, it's not wrong to be at a fairly fast pace.

There's still enough room for three layers of monsters to fight, so it's bigger to psychologically afford it than any other party. One day it will be tough, but I really don't want to lose this margin. Recently, Bell's experience has grown very well, having begun to use magic also auxiliary to his attacks, and the number of original MPs has combined to become quite the bottom line of his battle power. Ralpha also has an unwitting level of 2, and both ground and fire magic have a level of 1. MP will also reach double digits and it's time to aim for an increase in intrinsic skills.

Zulu and Engella are also largely up in arms and serve as splendid avant-gardes. There is no rush. You just have to go slow. Because it's our own lives we pay for when we fail.

Saturday afternoon, after lunch, I was thinking that while working out offensive magic in every corner. The attack magic I already know is long and lasts about two seconds, until it can be activated in less than a second. Experience is climbing eels because sometimes they deal with more monsters. My level has risen even further, and now it's fifteen. Magic's special skill will also raise all levels to 8, and magic innocence will be level 9 with about 100,000 more experiences.

The genius finally saw the MAX level with a hundred more. Everything's fine. Everything's fine. Cut it up with this much today, run and if you sweat, let's all have dinner. Would Ralph and Bell be surprised if I told you I'd be luxurious on Christmas Eve? You'd be surprised. But attention is important.

With that in mind, I collected the demonic stone of Knoll that I had just killed and grabbed the crystal stick of the transfer.

Gather at the usual store in the evening. Whatever Xenom is, I'm always responsible for Zulu and Engela's dinner, so I don't know what to do. You look like a gift to your own slave or something. Well, I can't help but care. You wouldn't know Christmas or Zulu and Engela, and it doesn't make sense.

But how about today? Let's go to 'Dollar Leon'. I went through Rosé's fins a few times last month. I asked for a little extravagant food, had a beer and had fun. After all, neither Ralpha nor Bell seemed to think of anything in particular. It's Christmas Eve, so I said I'd have it all today, and I laughed face-to-face, and I didn't hesitate to mess with it. The four of us return to the Boyle Pavilion, each breaking up into a room.

Ralpha is immersed in Bell's room anyway, so I guess I should leave Xenom alone and you guys in a room for two, but it's unpleasant if they interfere and hate me that much, and I'll leave you alone. I paid 100Z to take a homemade shower in the shower room, and when I got back to the room, Ralpha and Bell were in front of the door. Oh, my God.

"Hmm? What's up? What can I do for you?

"You know what? Isn't it Christmas Eve? That's why Bell and I had it ready."

Huh?

"It's a gift from us to Mr. Al because he always takes care of us"

Oh?

"Huh? Huh? Sorry. Thanks."

Oh, I'm impressed.

"Goodnight."

"Good night."

The gift I received for both of them was Tonbi (Inverness). It's cold now, and I didn't have a jacket either. It would be just fine to wear all over the city. Let's just say I appreciate it. When I looked closely, my name was embroidered inside. Bad shit, but I can read "Takeo Kawasaki". Two characters with fewer river and martial arts are poorer shit. Maybe this one's Ralpha.

With that said, I wish my wife had given me a coat before in my life. In Miki's case, I always feel like it was some kind of clothes or shoes or something. My birthday is... when? Yeah, July 25th. It took me a while recently to remember with a strong sense of February 14th. My birthday was summer and Christmas was winter.... Speaking of gifts, there were many gifts that were also mindful of the vertebrae. It wasn't long after he joined the company, when he was still using my small room or feeling like an assistant. You got a little good ballpoint pen for Christmas by saying with a strange face, "I always take care of you..." I thought this guy was being nice, so I tried to do something the following year, too.

He's close to my age by now, isn't he? How are you? Miki should be over 60 by now too. I wish I could remarry. Don't you have any more hands on the boulder because it's on my two... I'm sure if I hadn't remarried, I'd be eating good and doing quite a bit of that. He must have definitely just become Accounting Director at a small trading company back then. I have to quit. I have a lot of income, and I wouldn't have to worry about life at all. There's got to be a lot of money for my insurance.

Because I got you a Christmas present, or I put my mind to it in a previous life. Nature and grin come to mind. Yes, my wife is already a grandmother. What would he say if he saw me now? Would you laugh when you saw me wearing a rubber protector, putting up a gunsword, and walking around the labyrinth about time with a handmade braided boot? If you hear that reason is to make money for the construction of the new state, you must slap the floor and roll around and burst into laughter.

Hanging the rubber protector over the armor and carefully hanging the Inverness over it, he dived into the bed naked, as usual. It's time for your pajamas. But it's normal to sleep naked in an oath. What a pyjama. Isn't that just about the real royal aristocracy? I'm totally used to it now, but in the cold weather, I miss my pajamas. When I was little, it was a toddler bed, and when I graduated from it, my parents pinched me to sleep. After he grew up somewhat, he slept in a big bed with three brothers in the children's room. After a while I got a bed for personal use but until then there was always someone beside me when I went to bed at night. I don't remember how many times I appraised the ceiling plate.

I have a lot of things in my life.

27/12/7442

It's Wednesday off. Or, thoughtfully, I took the day off until Wednesday, Jan. 4. Belle and Ralpha are going out with their guardian Xenom to visit the King's Capital tomorrow, apparently. Zulu and Engela didn't seem to have much to do, so we could take them to the King's Capital with our brothers and Bells, who would be here about tomorrow. I'll be back in Balduk that night, though.

After breakfast, I finished my run, and now, when I came back to Boyle Pavilion thinking about whether I should go into the labyrinth and start the magic practice that goes on these days, or even investigate how to resurrect by busting the proper Lord in a further room because I have time on holiday today, there was a familiar figure, something noisy.

Apparently, my brothers arrived a day earlier than planned. Apparently it's caused by a third squadron of the First Knights, who is on duty today (laughs), clawing and talking from a line of their brothers' luggage and buying escorts of their own to find out they're right. Come on, even my brothers are tired, and they're faster than planned, so give them a day off. How much armor do you want?

"Hey, brother. Thanks for taking the time."

"Oh, Al!... Did you dye your hair? If you go out to the city, you'll notice the color."

... I didn't realize the color. More than that, it's this guy.

"Mr. Roche. It's still early for plans. And delivery to the Second Squadron will be tomorrow, and then the measurements will be taken."

"Oh, Mr. Gried! That being said, I'd like to place an order as soon as possible. Was this your brother? I'm sorry, I didn't know your face. I'm sorry. My name is Bain Rolf Roche, Knight of the Kingdom 1st Knights 3rd Squadron 5th Floor 4th. It's an honor to meet the famous Webdos Black Eagle. Our First Knights welcome you all to the Green Chamber of Commerce. I will escort you to the Knights headquarters in Royal Castle."

That's what Mr. Roche said and greeted his brother. It's called the Black Eagle of Webdos.

"Oh, I heard your greeting earlier...... But can't you give me a break about Webdos' black eagle? I'm not active anymore..."

My brother also says with a pioneering look. Brother, you knew it was called that and you kept it from us.

"No, the vice president and his sister, Sir Gried, have told us about your brother's work. Anything in sword arms and equestrianism, Sir Bitwers, the deputy commander, wraps his tongue around it, too."

Ho, my brother is amazing after all. Sometimes I just get scouted from the First Knights. Let me hear more.

"And I'm sorry, but we're tired from a long journey. I have to give the horses a rest, and I will definitely be in the royal castle tomorrow, so how about today..."

Shit, I was hoping to hear a few more stories. But it certainly was a long journey. Candle, you'd still be tired. You can take a day off today and go to the royal castle in Lombertia as planned tomorrow. I want to talk to my brother slowly, and I want to talk to my squire.

"That's true. I beg your pardon. But tomorrow, our third squadron will pick you up again. Please climb the castle with him. You'll have no more problems climbing the castle."

When Mr. Roche said so, he carefully bowed his head to his brother and turned back his heel.

"Al, are you ready to book a room? I want to take a break. As a matter of fact, we missed one night and we've all been walking since yesterday morning. I'm tired."

"Oh, of course I have an appointment. It's okay, because the carriage is over there, and the horse has a horse house over there."

That's what I said. I grabbed my arm trying to get into the inn to get the Boyle Pavilion kid, and my brother opened his mouth.

"Al, we got here a day early, but do you have plans today?

"No, it's okay. Well, I don't care if it happens."

"Well, I guess."

After completing the lodging process, each person became a step to rest in the room. I climbed the stairs with my brother and tried to show him to his room, just as Bell and Ralpha came out of Bell's room.

"Is that it? Al...... who?

"Oh, he's my brother. It's Fanstern Gried. Brother, these guys are Ralpha and Bernadette. The Pu are more Ralpha Firefrid, and the Ra are more Bernadette Corroyle. My... my, my buddy."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Greed. My name is Bernadette Corroil. I always take care of Al."

Bell grinned and greeted him properly.

"Oh, I'm the Fanstern Grid. Furn is fine. Looks like Al's always taking care of you. Thanks."

My brother is also giving it back with a laugh.

"Oh, um... it's Ralpha Firefrid. Nice to meet you. Oh, you know, Al always takes care of me."

What are you talking about? This guy.

"Heh, nice to meet you, Mr. Ralpha. Thanks. Looks like Al's helping too. Nice to meet you."

I can't seem to keep my brother from laughing at the boulder either.

"Huh, yes! Leave it to me!

Really, what are you talking about? Are you my guardian?

"That's enough, my room's this way. My brother's room is over there."

"Oh, well, let's go to your room first"

Saying so, my brother walked out with Stasta. I'll follow that.

When I unlock it and open the door,

"Oh, my God, you're pretty clean."

So I went in.

"Well, that's true."

"Well, Al. Stand there and eat your teeth."

"Huh? What, buggy?"

Ah, brother... there belly... teeth. It doesn't matter...

"Don't use magic, get up"

"What... all of a sudden, blah"

Also...... there...... belly......

"Do you know why they beat you up?

I was suddenly on the floor eating two shots of my brother's body blow before I knew what it was. He threw up in his stomach and now it was time not to stand up. Why is that?

"Ku, na, why... gu"

He was leaning over the floor, grabbing my hair and dragging me up, and now he's got a punch in his cheek. Shit... we can go for the world. Hey, my teeth don't seem to be broken, but my mouth is cut. I reach out to my left cheek where I was accidentally beaten. My brother grabbed his hand,

"Don't use magic. Don't you understand yet? I don't have a choice.... Come on. You taught other people how to train magic? It's my mother's way.... you see why I got beat up?

Ah...... I taught him. I taught him how to master the immaculate that rocks the fire. Claw and Marie, bell to Ralpha. I teach the four of them. Leaving aside the childhood magic boost I've noticed, it's not from little magic (Cantrip), it's an unmagically efficient mastery. My parents would have told me to go out the door. But how does my brother know that?

"In the summer, when I went to Keel for delivery, I was greeted and thanked by two Knights squire. A squire named Balladik and Binsuil. You remember that, right? I heard you helped him. That's good. It's only natural as a nobleman to help a people in need. I know you taught magic in sympathy for their predicament, but why did you do it on your own without your father's permission! They didn't seem to talk to anyone yet, so I stopped them. They swore they'd never take it out on you because they seemed quite grateful to you."

What, Marie can use magic now too... But you're out of line. How could you forget such an important thing? Me.

"Brother... Sorry. Actually, I taught the two of you earlier. I'll stop right there."

When I said that, I heard a knock on the door. My brother turned around and opened the door. Standing across the door were Bell and Ralpha. Just fine. I have to shut up.

"Ah... Belle, Larfa." Al! What's wrong with you! "Mr. Al!

Two people rushed up to me crawling over the gelo. My brother seems a little surprised.

"Brother! What the hell is this all about?

I guess I soon found out that I wasn't hurt badly either, Ralpha stuffed it up to my brother. I'm your brother.

"Yes! Did Mr. Al do something? Al, treat me..."

Bell will try to hold me up.

"Treatment is good. This is punishment. I was beaten up and I did what was natural... Ralpha, Belle...... All of a sudden, but the first magic mastery, yes, the way to rock the flames. That's the secret of my house. Promise me you won't tell anyone. Please, you're right."

I bowed my head to both of them as Bell held me up. I don't know if you remember them because they've already taken off their training to rock the co-flame, but if they try to make someone learn magic in the future, you'll always remember them, even if they forgot now.

They both agreed. He swore to me that he would never speak out. At last, he seemed satisfied with why I was beaten up. My brother, who was listening in silence, opens his mouth.

"Well, ladies. If there's a good store somewhere, it's a little early, but could you hang out with us for lunch? I'm sorry, but I need to eat early and get some sleep. And if it's all right with you, I want you to have dinner with me. This guy won't be eating till tomorrow morning. Nice, Al. You will not step out of this inn until tomorrow morning. Reflect here for the night."

"Ok...... Reflect here until tomorrow morning...... Sorry......"

"Don't worry, I'll keep my father and mother quiet."

"Yeah...... thanks"

"So, shall we both go? Oh, yeah, you, you have slaves. Rice, what's going on?

"I'm putting it out in the morning and night."

"Well, I'll get it out in your place today. Mm, Mr. Ralpha, do you have any idea where Al's slave is?

"Yes, I'm fine. Al, reflect there."

Damn.

It's noon. The belly worm is crying. My cut mouth hurts. My cheeks seem swollen too.

It was night. I'm hungry. There was no convenient story about someone sneaking in to bring me dinner. Whatever Barkud's squire, Zenom, Ralpha, I was hoping for Bell. Forget it. I'm going to bed.

28/12/7442

It's time for dawn. I reflected and pondered with an empty stomach for a day. Why did you forget to tell me such an important thing? I never taught you to stay on track. I'm a reincarnator, and I'll give it to my men, and I'm pretty sure I taught you just the right thing to do to sell thanks for it. But whatever you think is unnatural. It doesn't make sense how much I teach my father without keeping his word. In the first place, you should have remembered it by detecting the magic of little magic (Cantrip) from the fired magic props. Efficiency falls, but the guy who can still remember magic can remember without the problem of something that takes time.

I know this, and it would be amazing, and I don't even feel proud of it at all. I simply forgot what my father said. Was I this forgetful? I guess I didn't even fix the fact that I forgot, but I don't know...

Even the memories of the previous life are naturally about to fade, but I think I remember quite a bit.

This is the rejuvenation of my spirituality (?) What does that have to do with it?

I guess.

You wouldn't forget anything else, would you?

I'm getting scared of something.

He's like a juvenile amnesiac who realizes he's amnesic.

What I don't know is if I can gather and reorganize the ingredients as much as I can, or if I dare to shelf them up and judge when the ingredients are newly available later, because it's an effective way to get to things, but not this time. Forget I even think about this for a second...... that's worrying, I am. Then write it down. It's still before sunrise, but I just slept yesterday, and I'm not sleepy anymore. It's cold, but if you wear clothes, you can take notes.