It’s been about hours since Chris defeated the golden Riplemodoki, The King of Gold.

As a matter of fact, Chris wasn’t the only one who was busy, but Krone, who was in Strom, was the same. In her case, she is at her fingertips by checking the progress of the day while organizing information on the nobility coming to Ein’s birthday.

In the evening, Krone exhales “Phew” in the clerk’s office where it plugs in a sizzling color.

For Ain’s birthday, Silvard also takes a leg.

In addition to the day, it is easy to imagine that there are aspects of Lord Strom’s celebration of Ain, and that many people come in.

Above all, it is the security posture, which must not happen in case.

Strom’s mansion beats the royal castle, if you say so with personal strength.

However, there were times when there had just been disturbances among the people of the Dragon Faith, and things were proceeding with caution.

“I’ll leave it to Master Warren…”

Krone closes a bunch of paper and stretches her body as she leaks her voice.

I relaxed my stiff muscles because I had been sitting back in my chair for a while.

Then, Concon – and the office door are knocked.

“Go ahead.”

“Excuse me. I thought it was time to take a break, so take this one.”

It was Martha who took my leg.

A tray is placed on the hand and a hot teapot and a cup are placed on top of it.

“Good job on your official business. It doesn’t seem to be a long day to call you Your Highness.”

“Phew, La La Lua will try to beat you.”

“Nothing worries Master Krone. My lord, I look forward to seeing that day.”

He exchanges his voice gently and Martha brews tea at Krone’s desk.

“Thank you”

“No. How is your official doing?

“Thanks to you, the work I do has come to a close.”

“That’s above all. Seems like you’ve been struggling a little in the morning.”

“… Yep”

Krone leaned her little neck and smiled bitterly.

“If I Ain’t got a break, I’m gonna try to do my job. I was resting and I wouldn’t listen, and I struggled until I told you.”

“So how did Ein convince you?

– It’s a secret.

Kusu, Martha falls in love with Krone’s glossy grin.

When they first looked at each other, Krone was only about ten years old, with a different back length and body than she is now.

Now pity has not lurked a ringing in the charm that has grown up.

For example, if you compare the word ‘beauty’ to a demon, Krone’s it was just the demon king.

On both ears, the sound of a sword trident reaches the ear from outside the window.

“I’m glad you convinced me, but I don’t think I had anything else to do…”

“Oh… is your opponent Master Marco?

“Yep. Occasionally I heard Ain’s delightful voice and his regrettable voice, so the battle seemed antagonistic”

Wasn’t it in the way of my job? When Martha wonders, Krone perceives it.

“I, if I were Ain’s sword, I’d know the sound. That sounds fun, that you’re working hard right now. It’s more like listening to Orgol’s voice and song together, so I’m doing my job.”

“… we have seen it”

From Krone, who looks happy, I don’t feel lies or care.

I guess Krone genuinely enjoys the sound outside. On that evidence, Krone stands up with the cup in his hand and moves a few steps closer to the window.

“Already. It’s been more and more and more before.”

Martha stands next to a serene looking Krone.

“Have you fallen back in love with Master Ain?

“Now it is. I wake up in the morning, face to face with him, make a mistake in the mansion, have dinner with him, and speak in the quiet hours of the night. There’s no time to fall back in love.”

“I shouldn’t have asked you. I’m getting lighter.”

“No. I can talk to you for hours if you want, so call me anytime.”

“I’m going to be scorched. We’ll be ready to speak up when we do.”

Between the words, Martha looked at the clock more or less.

It was time for dinner, and Martha was on her feet with the intention of telling Krone if she had a paragraph of work to do.

But there is an incandescent battle ahead of the two gaze.

Ain and Marco, the battle between the two is more serious than ever and is a sword speed you can’t chase with two eyes looking down.

At first glance, Marco seemed dominant. That will eventually come to an end, too.

At the end of the day, Ain’s sword, which was soft, was close to Marco’s neck at an unstoppable divine speed.

Krone and Martha exhaled at the same time.

“Dinner is ready. Master Ain seems to have made a paragraph, so why don’t you join us, if you don’t mind?

Then, Krone grinned and nodded.

“You’re going to pick up Ain first. I think Ein will take a bath, and then we’ll have dinner together.”

I see, I can’t even pull it out here.

“Yes, I did,” Martha replied with a short, gentle face, slowly leaving the room behind.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

It has always been more remarkable here lately that the month passes in an instant.

It’s about the day when the sky around it stains a pitch-black colour and there’s shine and snow.

It was not long after that that many carriages arrived at the mansion of King Prince Ein, Lord Strom of the coastal city, and all the prominent nobles of the King’s capital and of each large city were on their feet.

Far from Baltic, the Earl of Baltic, and many nobles from Magna and Ist also took their feet.

Momentum just said that a large mansion had been built for these events, and many servants from the royal castle have come to the mansion as reinforcements.

In the meantime, more important guests than anyone else.

The black knights have just escorted us from Strom, the Silvados who have taken their feet from the king’s capital.

The large carriage is dyed by silver preferred by the Ishtarika royal family. There’s a western carriage moving further behind, but that’s the carriage that Warren and Lloyd ride.

Ein, the host, welcomes Silvado and the others outside the mansion.

“Hmm, it’s a good mansion.”

As soon as the carriage stopped, Silvado got off the carriage without anyone’s help.

At first glance he honors the mansion and immediately looks back, lending a hand to Laralua and unloading her.

“Good evening, Ain. Thanks for inviting me today.”

“Not at all. Grandpa, Grandma, thank you for coming so far from Wang Du.”

“I don’t mind. It was just a trip to my grandson’s birthday. But you seem to be busy.”

The nobles around are naturally on their knees.

When he saw it, Silvard answered with his hands up, letting everyone stand up and mouthing that he didn’t have to worry about it. That being said, there will be some thought of the king before him.

“Ain. I need to talk to you for a second, okay?

“-? Yeah, sure.”

“Laralua, would you mind staying with the Warrens for a moment?

“Yes, I did. Take your time.”

“Hmm. Sorry.”

Laralua then smiled at Ain and approached the two who had just gotten off the carriage right behind him.

“Dill, please.”

“Ha.”

As a guide to everyone, he turns to Dill, and Ain enters the mansion with Silvard.

Shortly after entering, where servants and nobles were about to kneel, Silvard waves it again to control it.

“How’s everybody doing?

“By everyone, Chris to Krone, are you talking about the mothers?

“Uhm.”

“Krone has some interactions with the Augusto Chamber of Commerce, and some noble opponents’ jobs, so he seems to be busy in the morning”

Ein was actually the same thing with Ein, but he’s taking his seat off because Silvard took his leg.

“Your mother’s helping Krone, too. Chris felt like he was running away from me in a restless way in the morning. Looks like she’s helping Martha do her job.”

“… sounds as busy as ever. I’m worried about Chris.”

“Oh, haha… why are you getting away, me…”

Silverado laughs at Ain, who laughs bitterly.

“So how did Katima get Chris to go out with her?

“I’m dealing with a guest from Ist. Looks like the researchers are playing.”

“I work for you, don’t I? Then you can rest assured.”

While we talk absurdly, the two reach the back of the mansion, the first room up the stairs. It’s Ain’s room.

“It’s my room. I didn’t think there was a better place to talk about it.”

“You’ve got me worried. Excuse me.”

Upon entering the room, Silvard nodded “Hmm” about the same construction as Ein’s room in the Royal Castle.

Ain just tried to illuminate the dark room with magic props.

“The light outside is enough. It’s a little dimmer now, because we feel like we can calm each other down.”

And, Silvado stops.

Ain’t surprised, but urges Silvard to sit on the couch.

“You’re sixteen years old, Ein.”

“… Yes”

Emotionally, it’s been over a decade since we left Heim.

“The Lord has accomplished many things as Prince Wang. And now I am also delighted that I am in good governance as Lord of Strom. I’m not worried about the rest.”

“Oh, Grandpa?

“The first thing that surprised me was the sea dragon commotion. Next up is the Heim War, and during this time, the Black Dragon Crusade. Eventually Ain will be spoken of as a hero king. Prince Wang and others behaved in many ways, but the same was true for the rest of them.”

While surprised by the abrupt narrative, Ain thought in his heart.

The day I say it’s my birthday, the fact that I’m deliberately setting up a changed place to talk about these things.

In the dim room, Silvard’s powerful eyes reflected the light outside.

“There are only things that can be done between Prince Wang. Because you cannot leave the castle with ease.”

“- Yes.”

“So let’s ask the rest. Prince Ain’t there nothing left for the lord of Prince Wang to do now?”

“What did you leave behind, is that it?

“Dear Left”

Then Silvard stands up and heads to the window.

“Four more years, and Ein will be given four more years as Prince Wang. I can’t say it out loud, but I want to give you more freedom about this time than ever before, the rest of you think so”

What the word means is that after four years Ain’t no longer Prince Wang.

Naturally, if it doesn’t get obsolete, it means one thing.

“… When I turn twenty, will I reign?

“Master Left, as you can see.”

To be honest, Ain felt fast about it.

But at the same time, I’m ready. I have lived so far to be king, to be like Marc, the first king I admired.

But during the meeting with Heim, there was talk about Ein’s reign.

“I think the rest of the unexpected reign is something to avoid. For some reason, it is nothing more than an unscrupulous act that drives the subjects to anxiety. The rest is never young. It’s not even a long-lived species, like Laralua – well, I’m still going to live for decades. Ha-ha-ha!

“Well, you’ll have trouble if you don’t live!

“Here’s the thing for now. Don’t worry, I’ll lend it to you while I can.”

“Oh… then I’m relieved”

This answer could have been close to weak sounds. But it was comforting to have a presence called Silvado.

“The rest earlier, I think I asked hard inside. But that doesn’t mean the king doesn’t have freedom, does it?

“Yeah, I know you’re not that tough looking at your grandfather’s life.”

“Mm-hmm. If only.”

Previous tensions eased.

As for Silvard, I guess the earlier words were meant to be spoken in that sense of tension.

Now he changed and had a gracious and gracious look on his face trying to hear his grandson’s wishes.

“But even if they say what they left behind… hmm”

Fu, the dream the other day – no, what happened in the spiritual world dazzled my brain.

It was a dragon man’s talk with her.

“What could it have been?

“The foreground hurts my stomach, but let’s hear the rest.”

Hearing Silvard’s reply, Ain breathed deeply and deeply.

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