And at night. The Damiens still seem to be drinking, but me and Alec pulled into the bedroom. Sitting side-by-side in bed.
"I don't know what Curse's money means anymore. Too awesome..."
"That's because there's no one I can lend you when it's that big. Damien would be happy to lend it to you if he could make a solid buck.
"I knew Damien would win..."
"I don't know about politics, though. That Damian wants to be filial, so I was wondering if I could help him out a little bit.
"A little... right. I kind of envied Master Damien. Because Curse puts that much in his shoulder.
"If Alec does. Even though it doesn't make sense to envy Damian or something. If it was for Alec, I would have used the entire property. Of course I'll lend it to you. I won't say anything cheeky.
Of course. Alec would say something cute.
"Already... if I cars. Thanks...... I'm always really glad.
Alec, my face hung on my shoulder. Smells fluffy and good. The night is coming.
By that time, the banquet in the dining room had been turned into a half-conference.
"So, Master Damien? How do you plan to use as many as two hundred white gold coins?
"It's a shame... I'll give it to you in full, Father.
"Hey Damian!? What are you thinking? My boss..."
"I see. That's wise. It must be the most effective use in the current situation.
"Hey, even you!? Are you sure? You can buy the whole Viscount territory there!?
Jeanne, the escort, sleeps drunk. It is Damian, Ragna, and Lisette who are here. It should be noted that Kamui is already asleep in a separate room, but Cornelius is drinking with his little one on this occasion.
"Mr. Ragna, because of this, let me explain. Because there are future things.
"Ah, ah..."
According to Lisette's explanation... the amount of damage caused by the "Magic Flute of the Curse" that struck the territorial capital is made into white gold coins and a thousand pieces will not be lowered. The breakdown is the northern walls, castle gates and broken houses destroyed by demons. Safeguards for dead and wounded knights and civilians, prom money. Rewards for the adventurers who fought.
Within this, only three hundred pieces were served from the budget of the territorial capital. from so-called reserve costs. It is just the Grand Aristocrat Frantian family that has so much money available for reserve expenses, but that was still not enough. So what's the matter?
Easy. Borderline Birdnasiphan twisted it out of his personal property. He is the ruler of Frantia, which makes up nearly half of the Kingdom of Roland. It is said to outweigh its assets and the royal family. Is it painful to have 700 pieces of white gold from such a frontier uncle?
Of course it's decided to hurt. Even the noble way of life costs money. Whether or not you can afford to live as much as you can with the borderline uncle. It is that calamity there. Damien knew that his father's nostalgia was painful that he wouldn't put on his face. Naturally, even Lisette has an imagination.
"Then Mr. Ragna. You know that money comes in color, right? Mr. Ragna was the one on the erasing side of the color.
"Oh, I know. Come on. Gold money launderer, huh? What's wrong with that, come on?
"To be honest, the MyCollege Chamber of Commerce cannot offer assistance to His Excellency Uncle Borderline. Because it will be treated as just a donation in no return.
"Well, I guess so. Come on. A man like Uncle Borderline will take a bribe from you and the big chamber of commerce.
"That's right. But it is true that the finances of His Excellency Uncle Borderline are painful. Clear gold of origin there. No, what if, on the contrary, it's money from Lord Carth the Demon?
"Well, then, can't anyone complain? The boss who protected the capital from dragons and Wyburn..."
Ragna seems to be convinced, too.
"Exactly. You will learn more about the relationship between Frantia and Curse and, more than that, between Curse and Damien inside and out. Naturally, the sentiment of His Excellency Uncle Borderline will also be better than the amount.
"That's why. I'm on my way. To the administration. I have to report this money to my father and my engagement.
It's not long enough to say it's late, but it's late at night. Does Uncle Borderline still work?
"Administration or no... then Atashi. You shouldn't go. You two go..."
Ragna who seems lonely at any rate.
"Wise. Don't worry. I am not interested in Damien's body.
"Then Ragna will wait in my room here. I'll be right back.
"Puypuy."
Cornelius wrapped himself around Damian's neck.
"Oh? Is Omei coming too? Let's drink again when we're done for!
"Puypuy."
Damian, by the way, uses one room as his own. Quite a big room.
Neither Damian nor Lisette, who was going to stay at the Curse Mansion, have kept their carriages waiting. Since we can't even call Tsuji carriage at this time again, we decided to walk alone with the two of us to the administration. Because it's not that far.
And the two of them couldn't get to the administration...
And at night. The Damiens still seem to be drinking, but me and Alec pulled into the bedroom. Sitting side-by-side in bed.
"I don't know what Curse's money means anymore. Too awesome..."
"That's because there's no one I can lend you when it's that big. Damien would be happy to lend it to you if he could make a solid buck.
"I knew Damien would win..."
"I don't know about politics, though. That Damian wants to be filial, so I was wondering if I could help him out a little bit.
"A little... right. I kind of envied Master Damien. Because Curse puts that much in his shoulder.
"If Alec does. Even though it doesn't make sense to envy Damian or something. If it was for Alec, I would have used the entire property. Of course I'll lend it to you. I won't say anything cheeky.
Of course. Alec would say something cute.
"Already... if I cars. Thanks...... I'm always really glad.
Alec, my face hung on my shoulder. Smells fluffy and good. The night is coming.
By that time, the banquet in the dining room had been turned into a half-conference.
"So, Master Damien? How do you plan to use as many as two hundred white gold coins?
"It's a shame... I'll give it to you in full, Father.
"Hey Damian!? What are you thinking? My boss..."
"I see. That's wise. It must be the most effective use in the current situation.
"Hey, even you!? Are you sure? You can buy the whole Viscount territory there!?
Jeanne, the escort, sleeps drunk. It is Damian, Ragna, and Lisette who are here. It should be noted that Kamui is already asleep in a separate room, but Cornelius is drinking with his little one on this occasion.
"Mr. Ragna, because of this, let me explain. Because there are future things.
"Ah, ah..."
According to Lisette's explanation... the amount of damage caused by the "Magic Flute of the Curse" that struck the territorial capital is made into white gold coins and a thousand pieces will not be lowered. The breakdown is the northern walls, castle gates and broken houses destroyed by demons. Safeguards for dead and wounded knights and civilians, prom money. Rewards for the adventurers who fought.
Within this, only three hundred pieces were served from the budget of the territorial capital. from so-called reserve costs. It is just the Grand Aristocrat Frantian family that has so much money available for reserve expenses, but that was still not enough. So what's the matter?
Easy. Borderline Birdnasiphan twisted it out of his personal property. He is the ruler of Frantia, which makes up nearly half of the Kingdom of Roland. It is said to outweigh its assets and the royal family. Is it painful to have 700 pieces of white gold from such a frontier uncle?
Of course it's decided to hurt. Even the noble way of life costs money. Whether or not you can afford to live as much as you can with the borderline uncle. It is that calamity there. Damien knew that his father's nostalgia was painful that he wouldn't put on his face. Naturally, even Lisette has an imagination.
"Then Mr. Ragna. You know that money comes in color, right? Mr. Ragna was the one on the erasing side of the color.
"Oh, I know. Come on. Gold money launderer, huh? What's wrong with that, come on?
"To be honest, the MyCollege Chamber of Commerce cannot offer assistance to His Excellency Uncle Borderline. Because it will be treated as just a donation in no return.
"Well, I guess so. Come on. A man like Uncle Borderline will take a bribe from you and the big chamber of commerce.
"That's right. But it is true that the finances of His Excellency Uncle Borderline are painful. Clear gold of origin there. No, what if, on the contrary, it's money from Lord Carth the Demon?
"Well, then, can't anyone complain? The boss who protected the capital from dragons and Wyburn..."
Ragna seems to be convinced, too.
"Exactly. You will learn more about the relationship between Frantia and Curse and, more than that, between Curse and Damien inside and out. Naturally, the sentiment of His Excellency Uncle Borderline will also be better than the amount.
"That's why. I'm on my way. To the administration. I have to report this money to my father and my engagement.
It's not long enough to say it's late, but it's late at night. Does Uncle Borderline still work?
"Administration or no... then Atashi. You shouldn't go. You two go..."
Ragna who seems lonely at any rate.
"Wise. Don't worry. I am not interested in Damien's body.
"Then Ragna will wait in my room here. I'll be right back.
"Puypuy."
Cornelius wrapped himself around Damian's neck.
"Oh? Is Omei coming too? Let's drink again when we're done for!
"Puypuy."
Damian, by the way, uses one room as his own. Quite a big room.
Neither Damian nor Lisette, who was going to stay at the Curse Mansion, have kept their carriages waiting. Since we can't even call Tsuji carriage at this time again, we decided to walk alone with the two of us to the administration. Because it's not that far.
And the two of them couldn't get to the administration...
