788 Wind Clouds in Castle Town (Bottom)

Then for a while it was a day of fury.

Less than days after Camua-Josh told him that he was leaving Genos to find a witness to uncover Cycleus' sins, Asta, a forest folk, was exposed to Lefreia and asked for help from Zashma.

Originally, it should not have been until more later that Polearths would have joined.

When Camua-Josh returned to Genos, he was due for his last meeting.

At that time, in Genos there were major annual meetings, all the famous nobles packed in Castel Genos. Such noise erupted while the lord Malstein, and the fathers and brothers of Melfried, Cycleus, and Polearths were also unable to move.

But Polearths never got lost.

After carefully checking with Zashma to teach him how to process the Poitan once he had helped, he made him do his best to rescue the Asta person.

I was aware that Zashma was a lot shy about me at the time. Anyway, Polearths had been adamant about the way Poitan was processed from the very beginning, so what a nobleman with a sticking skin of greed it would have been.

But if you turn it into a polar earth, it was the only light and the lifeline.

You won't be able to convince your father or brother unless you have the bargaining ingredients to bring great wealth to Dareim. If that doesn't happen, and only the result is left that Polearth hit the Count Turan family, they could be banished along with Merrim if they do poorly. As ready as that was, Polearth was dyeing his hands at the act.

As a result, Polearth won.

He rescued Asta brilliantly, gained a way to process Poitan - and was able to bond with the people by the forest.

(I didn't know the people by the woods were really such a clan with such a clean heart)

The first folk by the woods to face Polearth was a woman hunter named Ai-Fa.

As the weather suggests, she is a barbarian daughter with shallow black skin and a vibrant atmosphere. but its appearance was so beautiful that when I wrapped it around the castle town outfit, it was like the elegance of an exotic princess.

When I exchanged more words, I found out that she was quite a preferred figure. Although I did not know how to speak to the nobility, and although it appeared that I did not share a desire to honor the nobility in the first place, my courtesy as a single person, my humanity, my goodness, etc. was rather felt so much above the nobles of Castle Town.

Such an impression of Polearths only intensified, even in relation to a number of woodland people that followed.

They were an extremely innocent, clean, and proud clan. It was such virtues that mattered if we tried to make Polearths unconscious about something called formats.

Together, the efforts of Melfried and Camua-Josh and the people by the woods, and Polearths, came to fruition, and they nearly let Cycleus lose his legs.

Genos and Moribe had a peaceful routine, and Dareim had a great deal of wealth in his hands.

Even my father and brothers, who looked a lot bitter, were finally able to convince me wholeheartedly with it.

Instead of the fall of the Count Turan family, the Count Dareim family was set to usher in turbulent times with the Count Saturas family, which governs the residential town.

And - those tumultuous times were still going on with as much intensity.

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"Oh, I don't care how many bodies I have anymore."

Even that day, Polearths was busy working in the morning.

When the disturbance over the Count Turan family came to an end, about a year and a half passed, and it was halfway through the purple moon.

In the past year and a half or so, different things had actually happened.

First of all, Polearth was finally able to confer his official position. He is an aide to two jobs: a diplomat and a mediator with the people of the woods.

Although he is only an aide, Polearth has a lot of work to do. Even diplomats and others are busy duties, and Melfrid, the mediator, is also co-chairman of the Kingsguard Corps, so there has been a great deal of responsibility for nature and Polearths.

Moreover, each of those two duties had an interlocking part.

i.e. with regard to the distribution of ingredients.

Originally, it was the duty of the foreign minister to conduct commerce with extraterritorial and exotic countries, but how the ingredients obtained from it could be distributed within Genos had become Polearth's work.

And when it comes to the distribution of ingredients, we ask the people of the woods to cooperate. The point of contact was roughly Pole Earth.

If I may say so, Polearth was in a state where he was serving as an aide to both duties in order to control the distribution of ingredients.

but there are aspects of this that Polearths himself directed to do so. By activating the distribution of the ingredients that Cycleus had inhibited, we could see some interesting ways forward.

It was a plan to develop Genos as a gastronomic town.

In Genos, both Sims and Jagal are trading well. Moreover, it also carries out trade with various territories, such as Alglad, the king's capital, and Banaam and Bard. As a result, it could be a territory where different ingredients gather, quite unparalleled.

It was Cycleus who created that foundation. It was the sales path built by Cycleus, who was adamant about gastronomy, that brought unexpected wealth and potential to Genos.

(If Genos became known as a gastronomic town, I wonder how much richness he could have in his hands)

That was Polearth's ambition.

In the basic part, Malstein has also shown his endorsement. That is why he entrusted Polearth with the distribution of ingredients.

Of course it wasn't a flat road.

It is at such a stage that the foundations have finally been laid, with the help of the people of the woodland and the cooks of the castle town.

(I wonder if it's finally settled, and the new trade story will be lifted up again. Happy screaming is going to make my throat go away)

Recent stories alone here have been able to buy new ingredients called miso from Jagal, or have been brought trade stories from Shim's Gerd territory. It fits when we also need to strengthen the sales routes of Chaska and vanilla a a little bit, and the King's Capital of Jagal has deepened its ties in relation to the migration of the people of the north, and something new may arise there. If I realised that way, Easter of the Sun God was approaching the present, and as a polearth, my head was about to boil.

(Back then, when I was blurry at the Mansion on the day that I was coming and the day that I was coming, it's so busy like a lie)

But of course, I didn't think of Pole Earth, or the fine dust of wanting to go back to those days, etc.

Polearths finally found a way to hit his passion. If you complained about this, you would be about to be thrown out a spear of flame by Western God.

In exchange for days of tranquillity, Polearth was able to get a full day in his hands.

Therefore, Polearths was happy without a multiplication.

"Dear Polearths, isn't it time for a rough engraving in the conference hall?

A young man who was helping Polearth with his job calls me that way. These people, also known as aides to aides, had swept up to about ten these days. Still, there's so much work to be done.

"Oh well. That was a meeting with the face of the Silver Pot. Uh, well, can I leave the preparation of this material to you?

"I understand. Oh, what do you want me to do about the lodging?

"There are no particularly novel ingredients this time, so let's just say someone has a young human being present. Oh, when it comes to selling miso dishes, make sure they're properly checked."

That's how Polearth, along with his martial arts officer, decided to head to the conference hall.

Tolsto and Refraia were waiting for you. There was still some respite in the engraving of the covenant, so they were enjoying tea between refraining while serving their squire.

"Welcome, Pole Earth. You've had a lot of good looks in the morning."

"Yeah, it's something I've been putting in a little bit... you look fine and above all"

Recently Refraia felt like she was getting more style every time she looked at it.

Once again reconciled with the people of the woods, she was allowed to socialize in the aristocratic world - after which she was to lose her great sinner father and uncle. I guess those experiences had a huge impact on her. In a few more years, he was about to grow into the lady who deserved the head of the Count's family.

Tolsto, the guardian of the reifreia after all, looks as tired as ever. but this is his norm. Polearth understood in the past year and a half that he was weak and less hip than he thought to be a nobleman, but that he had quite the bump and the guts.

It is Musul, a martial officer, and Sanjula, a squire, and Chiffon-Cher, a samurai, who surround them like that. They didn't seem very conscious, but it was an extremely distinctive group.

"They didn't see any deficiencies in the ingredients purchased from Silver Pot, did they? I wonder if the matter you would like to check with them was delivered in writing within the last night, was there anything you wanted to add, etc?

"Oh no... if I insist, I would like your opinion on the comfort of using the streets cut out by the woods... is it transgressive for us to talk about such stories?

"No, it's outrageous! That's the best part. I overlooked it by accident, too. Let's add to the confirmation."

"Thank you" smiled back to Chiffon-Cher, who served me tea, before Polearth embarked on himself.

"Talk about establishing accommodation ahead of you through the Morga Forest also seems to be twitching. Looks like we could dig a well and secure a water field, and now we can finally build a building."

"Ha...... but wasn't it a story of one struggle to arrange manpower and guards because there are no towns around there?

"That's right. Besides, we cannot second the reconstruction of Turan, and at the same time let us proceed with the work at the extreme of difficulty. I guess we'll have to work on this in the long run."

Then he laughed when Refraia shrugged.

"Polearths, are you thinking of sticking your neck in the rebuilding of Turan or building an accommodation? I wonder how much you are, then you'll be out of your hands?

"No, I'm not going to give you anything. It's just that you need to eat to move humans, right? If that kind of big construction starts, you're going to hire a lot of people and feet. When we talk about how to prepare meals for those people, it's a big part of my job."

"I truly admire the work of Lord Polearth."

And, Tolst breathes with a saggy cheek trembling.

"What are you talking about," Polearth made me laugh.

"Hasn't Lord Tolsto and others, as guardians of Princess Lefreia, been dedicated to rebuilding the Count Turan family? Thinking of Lord Tolst's hard work, it's a trivial one, like mine."

"It doesn't seem that way to me at all. Even though I am the only one who manages the trade in ingredients, is Lord Polearth involved in the distribution of ingredients and mediation with the forest people? Not at all, it seems to be an incredible story."

"Really. When it comes to your activity these days, you'll be unparalleled in Genos."

Refraia has said so, smiling loosely as well.

This is also a new look that she has acquired recently.

"I am often an aide. [M] I'm just using that light-hearted position to run around. With all the extra work I've done, I'm just worried that I'm tired of Lord Melfried and Lord Foreign Affairs."

"Yes... but I am truly impressed, Polearth. I didn't even imagine you were so brilliant."

"Are you talented? I think I'm just doubling my wings because I don't have that kind of thing."

"You're modest. If you were a genius, you wouldn't even know what to do with me."

That being said, Refraia has stared at Polearth with pale eyes of color.

"All fate was to turn from that night, wasn't it?... Polearth, I sincerely thank you for your help to the people of the woods to save Asta from my hand."

Polearth had trouble replying and made him nod "ha".

On that occasion, Musul and Sanjula, who took Asta at the behest of Lifreia, face each other. Moreover, of that rescue play, Musul and others, who were to be beaten up by Ai-Fa in an attempt to jump to Polearths, were getting annoyed with a look full of remorse.

"If you hadn't made up your mind that night, Asta might have been made a deceased by her fathers... and if you thought that way, I'd be relieved. If that had happened, I or Musul or Sanjula would not have redeemed my sins, and Genos might have lost the people by the woods."

"That's such an ominous imagination! It's just a loss to imagine an unfortunate future you've never visited."

Refraia smiled secretly as Polearths made her laugh to take over the place.

"You're strong, Por Earth. Your strength and brightness have been a secret admiration to me... how can I surprise you"

"Ha... well, you can't forbid surprises"

"Well, I hope you think it's bullshit and listen to me. Isn't it time for an engagement?

As if the voice had been heard, a squire had announced the arrival of the Silver Pot.

Move to the room for the meeting and exchange words with the face of the Silver Pot. While I was busy, I was forced to twist my time to a meeting, but I got enough information to match it. It is difficult to know Sim's heart, but with their deep fringe with the people of the woods, they were a rare exchange of words with Polearths without any abomination.

"See you in the future."

Send out "Pot of Silver" and breathe "ugh".

Refraia has watched Polearths as she took her seat in her graceful work.

"Is Pole Earth still stuck after this? If you don't mind, why don't you join us for lunch snacks?

"Oh, that's a thankful offer, but I have to go home once I've cleaned up the chores."

"Home? Now would you like to welcome someone at home?

"No. I'm promising to get snacks with my partner."

"Yes," Lifreia smiled.

"Well, then, you have to refrain. When I get the chance, I'll invite all my partners."

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me."

After returning to his original workplace to perform some duties, Polearth soon went for Count Dalaim's residence, after breathing.

To breathe with her partner at home, she packed her work into the cucumbers in advance. Since it was a date I had arranged myself, there could not have been any resentment.

"Good luck to you"

Back home, Merrim greeted me with a smile.

He smiles like tiredness blows away. It was Merrim's presence that Pollux could carry past his work.

"You must be tired today. Oh, so much sweat."

Merrim puts a smooth fingertip on Pole Earth, which sits in the garden. When I was soaked with sweat on my forehead by the woven fabric of that hand, my heartfelt happiness filled Polearth's chest.

"As you requested, I had sweet treats prepared, but would you have preferred a decent meal if you were tired like this?

"No, no, it's only when you're tired that sweet treats smudge your head and body. I guess eating sweets for a snack at noon makes sense surprisingly."

When Polearth answered that way, two figures approached the garden seat.

To its appearance, Polearth rounds his eyes "oops".

"Isn't that Jan and Nicola? Wasn't it Inn Town today?

"Yes, the new food and confectionery guidelines for Easter have been completed, so it seems we can focus on the work of your mansion for a while"

Jan finally lowered her head. To revitalize the distribution of ingredients in the Inn Town, the head chef of this serious presbytery is also breaking bones.

"Nicola looks good, too. Is cooking training going well?

Nicola looked unfathomable and remained silent.

It may not be easy, but this will be a story we have no choice. Originally the son of the Viscount Alphonse, Nicola was stripped of her status as a nobleman by the disturbances surrounding the death of her grandmother Matilla, and was to work under Polearth.

But Jan told me that she works hard. When my sister and thinker, who are now being held captive as sinners, are released, so that she can hold onto herself - and how she spends her days with such a single thought.

(That was just as soon as Cycleus lost his leg. She's been working here for over a year now, too)

It was around the time Jan was getting busy, so she had to help you with your work along with Shayla. Jan Yikes, as a cooking assistant, Nicola seems to have better muscles. All in all, then, I wanted to be encouraged to serve as a cook for the Count Dalaim family.

"So today, Jan prepared the confectionery from hand to hand. That's exciting."

"Oh, no... Merrim's suggestion today has made it up to me to leave the job to this Nicola"

With a serious face, Jan gives another round of praise.

Looking back at Merrim with admiration, "heh," what an attractive smile awaited you there.

"We've been talking about Nicolas working a lot harder lately, so let me suggest that. You must be excited to see how many arms Nicolas has worn, too, huh?

"Yeah, that's exciting."

Polearth replied that from his heart, but what Nicolas seemed to be more unfathomable than usual was that maybe tension also went hand in hand.

Either way, the time for rest is limited. Polearth just decided to get Nicolas ready for the exhaustion.

Aromatic Gigi tea and a plate covered with a silver lid are arranged on the table.

When the lid was removed, Merrim shouted "well".

"This is nice. The sweets are shining in the light of day."

"Yeah, it's true"

Polearths, too, was to be quite surprised. It would have been Jan who gave Nicolas the candy trick, but it had never been made before.

Fuwano or Poitan dough is baked round and wide. Perhaps Kimmus eggs are also used. A slightly yellowish colour.

However, the surface was shining brightly.

A clear membrane is stretched over the yellowish fabric. Its whitened membrane seemed to stick perfectly to the fabric without melting and collapsing, while having a liquid-like luster.

"This looks strange. What the hell is this gleaming?

"This is a specially tailored fabric made from chatch powder."

Jan answered me that way, not Nicola.

Polearths said, "I see!," he hits the knee.

"The fact that you rubbed it with chatch powder means that's it! Lord Asta invented it before, incorporating a treat called Chatchhimochi!

"Yes, I heard that in the woodland they devise sweets to wrap braised fruits, fruits, etc. … Then it depends on whether it is a good idea to wrap fuwano dough"

Jan smiled softly there, never smiling much.

"This confection will only be completed the other day, but Nicola has been trained since the beginning. Compared to the confectionery I've handled, I wonder if it's any bigger."

"That's more and more exciting! Let's get you started."

"Yes," Nicolas takes up the cooking knife with a tense face.

It was dimensioned without showing a clear membrane, yellowish fabric, or a slight resistance. There are red grains scattered all over the surface of the cut fabric.

By Nicola's hand, the cut confectionery is transferred to a small plate. Polearth smiled with Merrim before taking a poking spoon in his hand.

"Well... this is delicious. Hey, you?

"Yeah! That's a delicious treat, without the hanging!

The confectionery softened and loosened the dough when it was placed in my mouth.

Thus, from the dough, the flavors of milk fat and panam honey aroma. It was as soft and aromatic as a confection called "cake", which had the Kamadoku number on the forest side.

The red grain was the fruit of lambs simmered with sugar. Originally sweet lamb fruit is even sweeter, and adds a creepy texture. Besides, I wondered if it was seared in the fire after it was simmered, and I felt a slight fragrance, which seemed to highlight the sweetness.

And it is the membrane of Chatch's powder.

Its puffy bite made it even more enjoyable.

Had it not been for this ingenuity, it would have been a very rare baked treat, although it could have been done reasonably well. Nowadays, when an incredible treat was tasted by the forest people, it would have felt like it was not enough to say goodbye.

Soft fabrics, bright fruits and elastic chatch cakes. Those three textures were tailoring this confection to something special.

"No, it's really delicious. Pretty sweet, but that goes well with bitter Gigi tea! I wonder if this will make you popular in both Castle Town and Accommodation Town."

"Thank you for your excessive words. … To tell you the truth, this is a treat that we've devised to serve in Inn Town."

"I thought you would! This would satisfy the master of Tanto's Grace Pavilion with all his heart!

"I'm afraid," Nicolas breathed relieved, instead of Jan smiling.

Merrim brings up a new smile as he glances at you.

"You really, you wore great arms, didn't you, Nicola? I would not have doubted that this was Jan's confection."

"No... not at all"

"No, I feel the same way. Keep up the good work with Jan. As long as you're happy with the delicious treats for my kids and grandkids."

Nicolas looked hazy and has stared at Polearth.

Its lips tremble small as if they were lost in uttering words.

"I... No, will you allow me to continue to work in this mansion...?

"Yeah? It's my father who decides that, but I guess there's no reason to let go of a cook with such great arms. In Genos, the value of the cook will increase."

After a thought, Polearth decided to add:

"I hope that your sister, once released, will work hard with her hands. As a former nobleman, I would be uncomfortable serving people, but this is all because I have no choice."

Now it was time for Nicola to get up in a stunned manner.

"Wow... can even my sister work here...?

"As far as I'm concerned, that's what I think. Of course, if there's anything else you can do, you can never force it."

"Oh, my God, there's no way!

After turning out loud, Nicola got deeply upset.

On the cobblestone at the foot, puffiness and black stains are created. Seeing that appearance, Polearth was to reflect a little.

"I guess you were also anxious about your departure, sister. Until now, I can't say for sure, and I'm sorry."

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"I was worried I might be buying your grudges when I made you an excuse. Whatever, I exposed your sins to Lord Camus, who was encouraging me to investigate with my guidance. So I was wondering if I could send you off to another place of work if I could help you get up. But if you still want to work here..."

"There is no way in the aristocracy that has become a sinner there is a decent working mouth. If it weren't for your generosity, I would have died wild somewhere."

In tears, Nicolas whispered Polearth's words.

"Besides... we were actually sinning. I'm not going to have rotten sexual roots to the point of being exposed and resented."

"Well," Polearth made me laugh.

"I'm sorry I doubted your truth. Well, thank you for coming.... Jan, I wonder if you could give her a break. I'll do the rest here."

"Yes, I did," Jan graciously put her hand on Nicola's back.

That's how Polearth breathes after he sees his estranged mentor go back to the mansion.

"Uhm. I didn't think enough about it. I feel bad for Nicola."

"Well... you think so"

Merrim smiled gently, laying her own hands on Polearth's hands.

"I am full of pride and breasts. How can I be as gentle as you?"

"What are you talking about? Didn't you see how I made Nicolas cry?

"People don't just cry when they're sad, Pol Earth"

Merrim looks younger than her age, but when she laughs that way, she looks very adult.

And whether young or adult, he was the most loving being in the world for Polearths.

"But I guess you need something called metrics to be nice to others. Without as much help as you, it may be so difficult to hold others gently."

"You lifted me up a lot earlier. As much as I'm glad Merrim said it like that, what a young man I've just been granted a government position?

"Still, you must have had the same rare help. That's what you said, brother."

"My brother?," Polearth rounded his eyes.

Merrim nods small "Yes".

"It was the other day. You are equipped with such outrageous help that the people of Count Dalaim's house - you said so, brother."

"That's just a hard story to believe. My brother was supposed to be watching my pathetic face from the closest place."

"That's about your husband not educating you as a heir, isn't it? It was also because of your remarkable help."

So Merrim laughed, tickled.

"Underneath your gentle face, you hide your temper when you are in a rampage totototoss, and your lord said you had such concerns. You have the potential to dramatically develop your home and the risk of collapsing with as much momentum as you do... so they've decided to cut off your education as an inheritance at an early age."

"Did your father tell your brother such a story?

"Yes, but you've cleared your own path with your own fucking help. My brother was sighing that we couldn't hold your reins to ourselves."

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"But thanks to your siege of help in that way, the Count Dalaim family happened to make no great leap forward. My brother said that it would be best for your home if you were steadfast in protecting your home and you were free to sift your strength… so I hope that you will continue to do so."

"Hey, wait a minute! Did your brother ask you to tell him? How can you not tell such an important story with your own mouth?

"I'm sure that stinked, didn't it? Brother, you have a very nasty temper."

Remembering his brother's tough face, Polearth ended up laughing powerlessly "haha".

"That's another question, then. You said that was the other day, right? How could you not tell me such an important story right away?

"I, too, was anticipating opportunities. I thought this would be a great opportunity."

That said, Merrim smiled again.

Now it is the usual, youthful and unusual smile.

"When I saw Nicola's tears, I was sure, too. You have an unbeatable tenderness and measure. I sincerely thank God of the West for the good fortune I have encountered you."

"Not at all anymore... you're no different, Merrim"

Polearth let himself lay his hand on Merrim's hand.

The effect is tremendous and Merrim blushes slightly.

"I just wanted to be the person you deserved. We're still halfway there, though."

"Not at all. … but I am truly delighted to be able to follow the same path as you"

Staring at the smile of his loving companion, Polearth also made him laugh.

I have nothing to add. If I could finally walk down this path that I could find with my beloved companion, I would not have had more joy than that.

"Well, shall we eat the rest of the sweets then? He's prepared a lot, but if it tastes so good, it's going to eat everything up."

"Well. Whatever it is, it's too much to eat. You won't be able to eat dinner anymore, will you?

That's how Polearth decided to indulge in a moment of rest once again.

Polearths was to be given life in torrential times, but as I said earlier, the road is still halfway there.

This kind of tranquillity for a moment - such as the smile of my beloved companion and delicious and irresistible confectionery - was the key to running through this path to the end.

(I wonder if that's how Lord Asta runs through that intense life, too)

Those young friends, who were set to transform Pole Earth's life, would also be busy working in a settlement by now, either in the lodging town or by the woods.

While sincerely congratulating him on that, Polearth decided to taste a delicious and irresistible treat along with his beloved companion.